Unfortunately for you, Namjoon had no plans of continuing where he'd left off once you came out of the bathroom. He was sitting in his usual position, reading a book while waiting for you to get in bed.

As soon as you made it to your spot, he switched the light off and bear hugged you to sleep, completely unaware of your mental and physical state. It took a while, but you eventually fell asleep too.

Fast forward 4 days and it's now Friday already; you haven't seen Namjoon all week. He had to cancel his sugar daddy rendezvous for both the nights you'd planned on staying over because of work.

His schedule was jam packed recently due to Yoongi and Jungkook's collaboration release. As the leader, he had to be there for most of the promotional events, which included overnight trips all over the country.

You're currently stuck at happy hour on a Friday night with your coworkers, and to make it even worse, Nanami couldn't make it. Mr. Min wanted to throw a welcoming party for the new translator that just joined the team.

You like your other coworkers, you get along especially well with Jeffrey and Boram since they're similar in age. But you just want to be sulking in bed eating a tub of ice cream due to a lack of vitamin-namtiddy.

Namjoon has texted a few times, just asking how you're doing or what you've been up to. The two of you would text back and forth for a few minutes but at some point Namjoon would randomly stop responding.

You aren't mad at him, you knew it would have to be like this on some days, maybe even weeks at a time. But you do miss him more than you thought you would.

"Here, take this," Boram says, sliding a shot of soju your way. "You look like you need it."

You glance at her and give her a shy smile. You know you're acting like a bit of a buzzkill at this dinner. "Sorry," you mumble before downing the shot. "I've just got a lot on my plate right now."

"Trust me, I get it," she giggles, filling your glass back up. "Is your apartment still not done yet?"

"I talked to my building manager a few days ago and he said they're actually ahead of schedule, it shouldn't take too much longer for the repairs to be completed." This time you clink glasses with Boram as she takes a shot with you.

Boram is absolutely adorable. She's a little on the heavier side, which makes her very insecure due to Korea's beauty standards, but to you she's one of the prettiest girls in sight.

She has a short bob cut that perfectly frames her round cheeks, and in the two years you've known her you've never seen a single blemish on her face. She's around your age, average height — maybe 5'4"-5'5" — but she always has the most stylish outfits on. Today she's rocking a burgundy pantsuit with a white v-neck underneath.

"I'm just ready to be back in my own place," you sigh. "I absolutely adore my friend and her parents but sometimes I just want to walk around the house without pants on, y'know?"

"Cheers to that," Boram laughs, clinking your cups together before downing another shot.

About an hour passes and Mr. Min is incredibly drunk, buying the entire team shot after shot since moving to the karaoke bar. You'd been trying to pace yourself but Boram and Jeffrey were having none of that.

You're really feeling the alcohol kick in as Jeffrey drags you up to the stage to sing a duet with him. You're not quite drunk but you're on your way there.

You really like Jeffrey but he can be a bit of a flirt. He's a blue eyed, blonde haired, white guy that knows he's good looking, especially in Korea. Women usually can't keep their hands off of him. He's also from the UK so his sexy English accent doesn't help.

You finish singing your duet as everyone claps and hollers for an encore, but you decline and sit back in your seat. Of course Boram is already waiting for you with another shot.

"Okay," you groan. "But this is my last one. I don't want to be blackout drunk stumbling into the Watanabe home."

Chances are, Nanami's parents wouldn't care if you showed up drunk. If anything, they'd probably find it hilarious. But you don't want to chance it tonight. You just want to go to bed.

"Okay fine," she pouts.

You down your shot and see your phone vibrating on the table.

Call from: Mr. Kim

"Why does this motherfucker only ever call me when I'm drinking?" you huff.

"Who's Mr. Kim?" Boram asks.

"Uh, I do some part time work for him on the side sometimes," you lie.

"Oh so like a sugar daddy?" Boram winks jokingly.

Well, you're not entirely wrong.

"Very funny," you sarcastically grin back. "I'm going to step outside and take this, I'll be back."

"Okaaayyy," Boram whines. "Come back soon, I miss you already."

You blow her a kiss and step out into the hallway, picking up the phone before you miss his call.

"Hang on," you say into the phone as you try to find an exit. After about a minute of searching, your drunk ass finally finds the door to step outside.

"Okay, finally escaped," you exhale, leaning back against the building. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call and check in. If you're busy I can-"

"I'm not busy," you cut him off. "I am kind of drunk though. But I've been waiting all week to hear your voice. If you hang up on me I will find you and smack you."

"Oh good," he chuckles awkwardly. You can almost hear a sigh of relief through the phone. "I mean not about the drunk part, but that you wanted to hear my voice. I was afraid you were mad at me."

"Hmm? Why would I be mad at you?" you ask, nudging a rock on the ground with your foot. "Have you done something for me to be angry about?"

"Well..." he pauses. "I haven't had much time to contact you so I thought maybe you'd be mad or something..." his voice getting quiet at the end.

You're silent for a few seconds, your intoxicated brain trying to come up with the right words to say.

"I'm not mad at you," you murmur. "I just miss you."

There's another long moment of silence. You continue to look down at your feet, messing with the gravel until he responds.

"I miss you too," he says, his voice almost a whisper. Your heart immediately starts to swell at his words, making you wish you could hug him through the phone.

"Are you sleeping okay?" you ask.

"Not really. I'm able to get around 3-4 hours of sleep at a time now, which is better than it used to be."

"I thought you'd said you were getting okay sleep on the days I didn't stay over?" you frown.

"I actually do get around 6 hours on the days in between when you stay," he sighs. "But I think it's just from the comfort of knowing you'll be there the next day."

Your heart moves up to your throat, making you want to cry. He sounds so exhausted and it's only been 4 days.

"Come back soon," you pout as you squat down to mess with the rocks. "I think you've rubbed off on me. I've been stirring in my sleep without you here."

"I should be able to come back tomorrow or Sunday if I'm able to get everything done. I don't know what your schedule's like but maybe-"

"Whenever you want me to be there, I'll be there," you say, cutting him off again. "I'll be waiting for you. Don't stress about me being mad or anything like that. Yes I miss you but you're out there doing what you love and that makes me just as happy as sleeping next to you at night."

Namjoon pauses for so long that you have to check your phone to make sure the call hasn't disconnected.

"Thank you, [Y/N]," he finally speaks, his voice shaking.

"Yeah that's right," you smirk. "I'm the best sugar baby around."

"You're the best what?" You whip around to the voice in English behind you and it's none other than Jeffrey, the last person who needed to hear that sentence.

"Who was that?" Namjoon asks

"Ugh," you smash your palm into your forehead, turning away from Jeffrey, "it's just my coworker, he overhead what I said just now."

"Wait, are you actually a sugar baby?" Jeffrey asks, moving to squat down in front of you but wobbles over to land on his ass. "Ouch, fuck- anyways you were taking forever so I came out to *hiccup* check on you, I wasn't trying to eavesdrop."

He's drunk. Insanely drunk. Thank god.

"Ugh," you groan, "Joon I gotta go. I gotta fix this mess."

"Where are you?" He asks.

"I'm at a happy hour for work, but it should be ending soon. Jeffrey is drunk off his ass so he'll probably forget all this, but I need to make sure."

"Is that your sugar daddy on the phone?" Jeffrey laughs. "Let me talk to him, I wanna know how he scored a babe like y-"

"Okay it's time to shut the fuck up," you say, slapping your hand over his mouth.

"Jeffrey..." Namjoon says, irritation on his tongue. "I'll be sure to remember that name."

"No," you scowl. "Don't remember shit. Jeffrey, get back inside. No one will believe you even if you told them."

"That's true," he drunkenly smiles to himself. "Don't worry princess, your secret is safe with me." He holds up the OK sign and winks.

Fuck, I really need to shut this guy up.

"Okay Joon I'm gonna go now, text me when you're back in Seoul!"

"Wai-"

It's too late, you've already hung up.

By the time you and Jeffrey make it back inside he's already completely forgotten about it.

You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket again.

Mr. Kim:

The only way I'll forgive

you for hanging up on me

just now is if you let me

call a driver to take you

home.

Why does he have to be so cute but also so damn annoying?

You:

Fine.

Mr. Kim:

Stay at my place tonight

You:

Why? You're not there

Mr. Kim:

Exactly. I need you to

water my plants

Your eyes roll so far back into your head you think they might not return to normal. You know damn well he has a housekeeper that takes care of the plants, but you play along anyways.

You:

Fine

Mr. Kim:

Thanks baby

You send Namjoon your address and tell everyone goodbye. Boram gives you the most intense puppy dog eyes you've ever seen, begging you to stay.

You're finally able to break free just as his driver pulls up to the karaoke bar.

"You're heading to Mr. Kim's place of residence, correct?" He asks and you nod. This is a new driver so Namjoon had sent a picture of what he looks like just in case.

The ride there is about 30 minutes long, and you doze off about halfway through.

"We're here, Miss [Y/N]," the driver's gentle voice wakes you up. He's standing next to you with the door already open.

"Oh, thank you," you say as you sit up, unbuckling your seatbelt. "Thanks for picking me up so late."

"It's not a problem Ma'am, have a great night." He bows as you walk towards the entrance.

Getting to Namjoon's place is like second nature to you now. Even the front desk associates and security guards all know you by name.

After stepping out of the elevator, you head straight to his door to type in the code. Entering the apartment knowing he isn't going to show up feels odd. You've entered his apartment alone before, but it feels empty knowing you'll be staying here alone.

You first shower and change so you don't smell like grilled meat and soju anymore. After that you grab the spray bottle and start watering all the plants, which ends up taking forever since there's so many damn plants.

It's around 10pm when you're finally able to crawl into his bed, melting into the silk sheets you missed so much. The bed seems so large and empty without Namjoon, it takes a second for you to relax and get sleepy.

You start to feel your eyes getting heavy when your phone lights up on the bedside table. You turn the lamp on and pick up your phone to see an incoming video chat from Namjoon. You fix your hair up slightly but you're mostly too tired to care what you look like.

You slide the bar over to answer his call, you're on your side with your left arm tucked underneath your head against a pillow. You're exhausted but your heart starts to race anyways when you see his face pop up on your screen.

He's in a black jacket with the hoodie pulled up, laying down on a pillow. You can't see much but he's got his hair down naturally, his bangs messily spread across his forehead.

"Hey baby," he smiles, flashing his dimples and almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

"Can you not do that? You're gonna blind me."

"Sorry, I can't help it," he chuckles. "I just wanted to see your face when saying goodnight."

"Oh okay, well here I am," you smile. "Also, you have too many fucking plants. That was exhausting."

He tilts his head back as he laughs. "Okay I'll get rid of some of them."

"No, don't," you whine. "Keep them. Just let me bitch about them sometimes."

"Okay deal," he smiles.

Fuck, he is so sexy and he's not even trying.

"This bed is too big for one person," you pout. "And I'm cold."

"I'm sorry baby, I'm hoping to be there soon."

"Okay," you huff. "I'll be patient."

"That's my good girl," he smirks.

This conversation probably would've been turning you on if you weren't so exhausted.

You feel your eyes fighting against the weight of your fatigue, and Namjoon notices. "It's okay baby, go to sleep."

"But I want to talk to you," you grumble, Namjoon barely able to make out what you're saying.

He says something back but you aren't able to hear it, as you've lost the fight against sleep.

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