You're still confused as to how you ended up in Kim Namjoon's apartment. You're slowly walking around the gorgeous three bedroom, two bath high rise looking over Seoul.

You're currently exploring while Namjoon takes a shower. His place has an open concept like yours, but the layout is completely different, and much, much larger. The front door opens up to a dining room on the left, and a giant kitchen on the right.

Why does he have such a big ass kitchen? I know damn well he doesn't use it. You chuckle.

Beyond the dining room is a spacious living area, two steps lower than the kitchen floor. A large brown sofa sits facing the windows that stretch all the way up to the ceiling. The curtains are attached to the ceiling, and only move by flipping a switch on the wall. Sitting in front of the windows facing the couch is one of the largest surround sound TV's you've ever seen.

To the right of the living area is two spare bedrooms with a Jack and Jill bathroom. To the left is Namjoon's master bedroom but you haven't been in there yet.

You slowly make your way back to the living area after exploring all the rooms. Namjoon had given you permission to take a look around while he showered.

You suddenly hear the door swing open and you turn to find a similar sight to what you witnessed just last week. Namjoon comes out of his room in gray sweatpants and a navy blue shirt, this one fitting him better than your brother's had. But he has the towel in his same right hand, drying his dirty blonde hair.

Your heart is doing backflips but your stomach is sinking.

Why the hell did I sign up for this again?

"Please sleep with me," Namjoon pleads, not letting you break eye contact.

You're frozen solid for a good 10 seconds before you finally speak.

"T-t-the fuck did you just say to me?" you stutter.

I mean I'm down but what the-

"Namjoon," Seokjin snaps. "Don't fucking phrase it like that." You notice the other boys are walking towards you two.

Namjoon's eyes open wide and he quickly releases you and steps back, turning a light shade of pink. "I-I'm sorry."

"[Y/N]!" Taehyung cheers, throwing his arms around your neck. "It's so nice to meet you in person."

"Okay first Namjoon was hugging me and now Taehyung is hugging me? Is this a fever dream?" you whisper. Taehyung erupts in laughter, still crushing you with his hug.

He's then suddenly yanked back by his collar, causing him to gasp. "Don't touch her," Namjoon glares.

"Okay now I see what Jimin was talking about," Taehyung smirks. "You're screwed."

Before Namjoon can retort, Jin shouts, "What the hell is with you guys? Why are you acting like [Y/N] is property that you own?"

Because I am.

Jin gives them both a smack on the back of their heads, making them yelp in pain.

"Please forgive Namjoon," Yoongi says, inserting himself into the conversation. "He's very tired and not thinking clearly."

You're baffled at the sight in front of you. Min Yoongi is within five feet of you, smiling. You feel as though you're in the presence of a king. Maybe you've watched the Daechwita music video too many times.

You shake your head and press your fingers against your temples. "Will one of you explain what's going on?"

"We need you to sleep over at Namjoon's tonight," Yoongi says. "We're not asking you to screw him. I mean you can if you want to, that's your business. But we want to test out a theory."

"A theory?" you ask, cocking your head to the side. You're choosing to ignore the screwing comment. If you think about it, you'll pass out.

You glance at Namjoon who's staring at you with an unreadable expression, and you finally take the time to really look at him. He looks just as bad as he did after you saved him from the mob. No, he looks worse. His cheeks are sunken and his eyes are bloodshot. It's only been a week and you can tell he's also lost some weight.

This is not the beefcake that I know.

"On our video call, V and I had mentioned Namjoon was having trouble sleeping," Jin says, moving your attention to him. "Our statement was accurate but we didn't elaborate on how long this has been going on. He'd mentioned that it was a couple weeks, but that's not true."

You look back at Namjoon and now he's staring at the floor. You slowly walk over to him and squeeze his hand, making him meet your eyes. "How long has it been?" you ask.

He looks like he's about to cry. He waits a few seconds before choking out, "A little over four months."

Your eyes widen as your heart sinks. "Four months? No wonder you were shocked you'd slept for so long at my place." You have the sudden urge to hug him but you don't. Instead you turn towards the other men in the room, still holding Namjoon's hand. "What is your theory?"

"Well," Taehyung starts, scratching the back of his neck. "We've been trying out different methods on how to get him to sleep, but nothing's been working. So we'd like to try to replicate the situation to see if he can sleep again."

You blink a few times, trying to take in everything he's saying.

"We were wondering if you'd sleep next to him tonight, just like you did when he stayed over."

"I know it sounds weird. And maybe you're uncomfortable with it," Yoongi sighs. "We might even be putting you in a terrible posi-"

"I'll do it." You say confidently, cutting Yoongi off.

They all stare at you in bewilderment for a moment and you feel Namjoon's hand squeeze yours back.

"I don't think it's because of me..." you trail off, "But if I can help Namjoon or any of you out in any way, I'm at least willing to try."

Yes, you were willing to try, even though you knew it was going to hurt again.

"You can come in," Namjoon says, snapping you out of your trance.

Ah, yes. That's why I did it. Because I love suffering.

You nod and follow him into his room. You immediately smile when you enter, noticing it's a very Namjoon-esque room. There are multiple book shelves and plants around the room. Lots of plants. The artwork hanging on the walls are beautiful, but you have no clue what they mean or how to interpret them.

His king mattress rests upon a large brown bedroom set, backed up against a window. You gulp, remembering you're about to sleep with THE Kim Namjoon again.

"Do you need to shower or anything?" Namjoon asks, shifting awkwardly. He'd noticed you were gawking at his bed.

"Ah, no," you smile. "I showered at Nanami's when I grabbed my stuff. I just need somewhere to put my clothes and toiletries."

When you showed up at Nanami's, she was very confused to see you step out of a black van with tinted windows. After the convention, Namjoon wouldn't let you out of his sight. He told you he would have his driver drop you by your place to grab some overnight stuff. He road with you and actually waited in the car as you tried to shower and pack as fast as you could.

Nanami was bombarding you with a million questions. Her jaw almost unhinged when you finally admitted who the person waiting outside was.

"Are you sure?" she asked. She was worried you'd come back a mess like you did a week ago.

You gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, I'll be okay."

"Fine, but I'm going out there with you."

"What- no," your eyes bulged as she turned around to head outside.

"Fuck, wai- ow," you said as you tripped over your own bag. You quickly grabbed it and ran out to see she was already having a staring contest with Namjoon, both of them standing next to the van.

Nanami is little but she can be very intimidating. The way she was looking at Namjoon made him squirm a little bit. He's almost twice her size and she still had him fearing for his life. But he still held her gaze.

She raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side, crossing her arms. "Where are you going with my girlfriend?" she scoffed.

Namjoon choked on his own saliva. His eyes almost popped out of his head as he turned to look at you. "You have a girlfriend?"

"No," you sighed.

"Yes she does," Nanami smirked. "And I'm better at cuddling than you. Probably better at fucking too."

You gasped and Namjoon's face turned so red he was almost maroon.

"It's not even like tha- Oh my god I'm actually going to kill you," you seethed.

"Aaaaaand that's my cue to leave. You two kids have fun tonight!" Nanami winked and then skipped back into the house before either of you could react.

You two looked at each other in awe for a moment before erupting in laughter.

"She seems great," Namjoon laughed.

"She is," you smiled. "But I really am going to kill her tomorrow."

Before you know it, you'd already finished brushing your teeth and changing your clothes. You step out of the bathroom to find Namjoon already in bed, reading a book with his glasses on.

Shit shit shit he's so hot oh my god I am not going to survive this.

"You just gonna stare or are you going to come get in bed with me?" Namjoon asks.

He meant it innocently but the phrase "come get in bed with me" almost made you jizz yourself right there.

You slowly start crawling over to your side of the bed. You have your yellow crop top and pink booty shorts on again, and Namjoon notices.

"Same outfit?" he asks, eyeing you up and down.

"Yeah," you shrug, trying to seem nonchalant. "You said you wanted to try replicating so I grabbed all the same stuff."

Namjoon smiles and then returns to reading his book. You just stare at him with your mouth slightly agape. He is exhausted but he still looks incredible; his long lashes fluttering every time he blinks. He licks his bottom lip every once in a while as he moves down the page. The way that his glasses rest on his nose is just perfect. His hair is still a little damp with his bangs messily falling over his forehead, but it's that jawline... that damn jaw line is what has you ready to pounce on him.

What you don't realize is that he can feel you staring at him. Your eyes are basically burning into the side of his head, but he's too nervous to make eye contact again. His heart is beating way too hard for his comfort.

"I have a question," you finally say, breaking the tension.

He glances at you and then returns back to his book. "What's up?"

"Why didn't you contact me sooner? Why did you wait until you were miserable before asking me to sleep with you?"

He pauses for a moment before turning back to answer you. "We tried," he sighs. "Jin broke his phone and lost your number. We went back to your place but your landlord refused to give us your information. It took us almost 5 days to finally find you."

A wave of relief washes over you.

So he wasn't avoiding me. He hadn't forgotten about me after a day.

"I see," you mumble. This time you're the one that breaks eye contact. "I'm sorry."

Namjoon cups your cheek to make you look up at him, giving you that dimple smile that makes you feel like you're floating. Your skin tingles where he touches you. "It's not your fault. Luckily we ran into you today," he says. "Plus, it's just a theory. And a bad one at that. There's no guarantee it'll work."

"That's true," you nod. "Even if me staying tonight doesn't help, I really do hope there's a way you can overcome this."

He releases your face and puts his book down. He takes his glasses off and turns the main light out with a remote, leaving the lamp next to him on.

"All we can do is try," he smiles wearily. Your heart breaks at how miserable he looks.

You both start to lay back more and nestle under the covers. Namjoon is laying on his back, looking at the ceiling, while you're facing him on your right side, arms tucked under your head.

You close your eyes for a few minutes, then glance up at Namjoon again and see him with his eyes open, still staring at the ceiling.

You let out a sigh, sitting up to move closer to him. He flinches a little bit, surprised by your sudden movement.

"If we're going to do this, we're going to do this right," you say to him. "I don't know how much you remember but we weren't sleeping side by side like this."

You see a little bit of panic in Namjoon's eyes before he takes a deep breath, looking back up at the ceiling. "I remember," he breathes out. "but I don't have the confidence now that I did when I was half asleep."

"Well if you don't have the confidence tonight then I will," you say as you lift his left arm up to lay it across the pillows. His breath gets caught in his throat as you lay your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his torso.

You start to feel that familiar electricity burning between your bodies. You're not touching any of his skin, but your body still tingles at the heat of the fabric between you two.

He's frozen and you can hear his heart practically beating out of his chest. "Um..." he says shakily, "I don't think I can fall asleep like this."

"Don't worry," you giggle. "It took me a full hour of you squeezing me to finally relax and fall asleep last week."

He smacks his free hand against his forehead. "God I still can't believe I did that," he groans. You smile as you squeeze him a little tighter. He tenses up a little but soon you felt him slowly relaxing. After about ten minutes Namjoon has completely relaxed, even his heartbeat has calmed down.

"Hmm," he says to himself. "I actually do feel a little sleepier now. I don't wanna get my hopes up but maybe this might work."

"Don't focus on sleep," you say to him.

"What? Don't focus on sleep? Isn't that the whole point of this?" he questions.

"No. Don't think about it. Talk about something that makes you happy."

He lays in silence for a moment, before he begins telling you about his family. You can hear the fondness in his voice as he talks about his parents and sister. You can also hear the sleepiness beginning to drip from his mouth, as he slowly starts slurring his words.

And just like that, mid-sentence as Namjoon was telling you about his mom's homemade stir fry, he falls silent, and you hear that adorable little snore.

You smile and nuzzle a little closer, before drifting off into your own sleep.

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