You made sure Namjoon was hidden in your room when you grabbed the fried chicken from the delivery man. Namjoon had specifically requested something unhealthy to eat, which you were more than okay with. Once you set everything out, the man practically inhaled his large portion.

You two are now relaxing against the couch, bellies full while watching a random variety show.

"Oh man," Namjoon exhales. "I needed that more than I thought I did."

You chuckle and turn to look at him. "Are you usually dieting? I have fried chicken at least 2 times a week so I can't imagine."

He flashes you an exhausted dimple smile. "Yeah we're usually on a pretty strict diet and workout regimen. Although today's situation has been crazy, it's actually pretty nice to have a few hours to relax and enjoy some food. We've been insanely busy."

You nod and continue watching the TV. After a few minutes you glance back over at Namjoon, and he's just staring at the ceiling, leaning his head back on the cushions. He's got a glazed, exhausted look in his eyes. Almost as if he wants to cry from sheer exhaustion.

You sit and stare at him for a moment, twiddling your thumbs together, wondering if it's okay to ask what's on your mind.

He turns his head and meets your eyes, lifting an eyebrow as if he's asking why you're staring — is beefy body remaining in the same position.

I swear if he ever lifts his eyebrow and does that signature jaw clench near me I'm taking him right then and there.

"Is it hard?" you ask quietly.

He pauses before responding. "Is what hard?"

"Being the leader of BTS." You glance away for a moment and then return to meet his eyes. "Working nonstop and having to be perfect 24/7. Not being able to feel safe going to public places. Starving yourself just to please other people. Multiple sleepless nights. All the hate you receive. Y'know, just everything..." you trail off.

He stares into your eyes before looking back up at the ceiling and shrugging. "It's worth it for our fans."

"I didn't ask if it was worth it. I asked if it was hard on you."

His breath hitches for a moment. After a few seconds he meets your eyes again, the look in his eyes almost breaking you. Maybe he feels comfortable with you or maybe he's just too exhausted to care, but you can see a lot of stress and sadness behind his beautiful brown eyes.

He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it as a single tear escapes his left eye.

"Shit," he mumbles, breaking eye contact to sit up and wipe his tear. "I wasn't expecting you to ask that." He buries his face in his hands, taking a few deep breaths. You can tell he doesn't want to cry in front of you. You wait for him to calm down before speaking, unsure if he wants to talk about it or not.

After a few minutes of silence, he breathes into his hands and says "Yes, it's really hard," with his voice slightly cracking.

You can't help yourself. You immediately lean over and wrap your arms around him, giving him a bear hug from the side, making him stiffen up a little bit.

"You're doing a great job," you whisper. "I can't speak for anyone else, but I'm so proud of you. I can't imagine how difficult your path has been."

You feel him relax. You're about to pull away but then he shifts to wrap his arms around your waist, tightening the hug. His head buries into the crevice between your neck and shoulder. You feel him exhale against your collar bone and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Thank you," he whispers. You smile to yourself and start patting the back of his head, slowly stroking your hand through his hair.

After a few minutes, which seemed like 4 hours to you, you start to feel him getting heavier and heavier. You're eventually practically holding him up.

Damn this beefcake is heavy. What is he doing?

You pull back and his head immediately falls from your shoulder to your lap, making you gasp.

Kim Namjoon is passed out, head resting on your thighs as if you're in a cheesy kdrama.

You freeze for a minute, trying to process what's happening.

Am I dead? Is this heaven?

He seems to be in an awkward position, his arms folding underneath him like a pretzel. You try shifting his shoulders so his arms don't go numb from the loss of circulation. He's completely passed out but his legs somehow find their way up to the couch. You grab the blanket you have folded over the cushions and cover him with it.

Then you sit there. With Kim Namjoon's entire face in your lap. Still not fully able to process the situation. Luckily he's facing away from your body, towards the television.

You look down and his plump lips are slightly parted, long lashes fluttering every once in a while as he dreams. You hear a slight snore coming from his nose which makes you smile.

If it were any other man snoring on your couch, you'd immediately get the ick and make him leave. But not Kim Namjoon. This man can do no wrong. Even his snoring is cute.

You continue to watch TV, not moving an inch because you're too scared you might wake up sleeping beauty. It looks like he absolutely needed this nap. And you were happy to be used as his pillow.

• • • • • • • •

About two hours pass by and Namjoon is still passed out on your thighs. Your ass had gone numb 45 minutes ago and you kind of need to pee, but you still aren't risking moving and waking him up.

You look over at the clock and it reads 7:26pm. The crowd outside has definitely died down and you're sad your time with Namjoon is probably ending soon.

You suddenly hear "bzzzzz... bzzzzz..."

You look around and see your phone on the coffee table in front of you. You slowly reach towards the phone, worrying the buzzing might wake Namjoon up.

You finally reach it and see that the call is from an unknown number. You decide not to answer it, worried that Namjoon wouldn't want you on the phone. The last thing you want is to break his trust since you were the one who gave him your phone.

The call ends and immediately starts up again. This happens 2-3 more times. Finally the number decides to text you.

Unknown:

Hey!! Are you guys still alive?

Unknown:

This is Jin btw

Oh shit. I probably should've saved his number. Am I allowed to do that?

You go to dial his number but before you can, a new call starts coming through but this time, it's a video chat.

You slide the bar over to answer, and you're met with two of the most gorgeous faces that you immediately recognize.

Damn. You think to yourself. Their face cards really don't ever decline.

"Oh! Hi! I'm guessing you're [Y/N]?" Jin says, his voice booming out of the speaker. Surprisingly, Namjoon remains unfazed, still lightly snoring beneath the phone.

"Ah, she's not Korean." Jin says. "U-um, hello." Jin begins in English. "I am Jin. Are you [Y/N]?"

You giggle. Jin's English is so cute. "Yep that's me! Hi Jin. Hi Taehyung. It's okay, you can use Korean with me."

Jin's face immediately relaxes in relief while V's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his mouth opening up slightly.

"Oh thank God. I'm really not prepared for an English quiz today." Jin laughs.

Yeah that's definitely Kim Seokjin. You're almost tempted to look outside to see if someone is wiping the windows as he laughs.

"Thanks for saving my clumsy hyung." Taehyung says. His voice sounds like honey coming through your small speakers.

You want to fangirl so badly but you also don't want them to think you're a weirdo or a crazy fan.

"No problem," you smile, heart almost beating out of your chest. Hopefully they can't tell. "I'm glad I could help."

"Would you mind handing the phone to Namjoon? Our driver is about to come pick him up."

You look down at the man still passed out on your lap.

"Yeah I can but it might take me a second to wake him up."

You look down again, trying to figure out how to wake this giant poundcake up.

"Wait." Jin stops you. He pauses for a second and you look back up at the camera. "He's asleep?"

"Um, yeah. I fed him some fried chicken and he immediately passed out. He'd been sprinting for god knows how long so I'm sure he was exhausted."

The boys look at each other, puzzled. It looks like they're communicating using telepathy or something.

"Can we see him?" V finally asks.

"E-err, yeah. I-I mean you can. But it's kind of... embarrassing." You blush.

The boys look at you confused before you breathe out and point the camera towards your lap. You hear V gasp. You slowly bring the camera back up to your face, your cheeks flushed slightly pink.

"I promise I didn't p-put him here," you explain, trying to figure out the right words. "He was sitting on the couch next to me and then he suddenly just... fell over. And I didn't want to move him and risk waking him up."

You definitely don't want to tell them he almost cried while hugging your waist.

The boys are just staring at you, wide-eyed like you'd just admitted to drugging him or something.

"W-what? Say something. You're making me nervous. Should I have immediately woken him up? I will right n-"

"No!" They both shout in unison, making you jump a little.

Namjoon grunts and you all freeze. You slowly look down but he's just nestling himself more into your thighs, still in a deep sleep.

You all exhale at the same time.

Jin clears his throat before speaking.

"We're going to hold off on picking him up if that's okay with you."

"Um, yeah sure," you say confused. "I don't know how long he'll be passed out but I have tomorrow off as well so he can stay however long you need him to."

"Thanks [Y/N]. We actually owe you more than we thought." V sighs.

You cock your head to the side, still confused.

"You see... Namjoon hasn't been sleeping very well lately." Jin explains, scratching the back of his head. "So if possible, we'd like for him to get as much rest as he can. We'd rather not wake him up until he wakes up on his own."

You nod your head. "Oh okay, that makes sense. He'd mentioned that you guys have been swamped lately. No wonder he's passed out like this."

V looks away while Jin gives you an awkward grin. You still aren't entirely sure what's going on but you relax knowing they don't think you're a stalker fan.

"Save my number and have him call me when he wakes up." Jin says. "Please."

"No problem, will do," you assure him.

You hang up and stare down at the man in your lap in awe. You can't believe you just got off a video chat with THE World Wide Handsome and Kim Taehyung. You'd be flopping around like a fish again if it weren't for the handsome specimen snoring into your legs.

Wow this is the best day ever. You think to yourself. But now there's only one problem.

I'm about to pee myself.

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CHAPTER 3 BAYBEEEEE

Btw if you see italics that are alone, that is an indication of y/n thinking to themselves.

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