Her POV
I lasted a day.
Not even a day to be honest.
Namjoon had left after ensuring I ate my breakfast and took my tablets.
I felt bored by 3:00 in the afternoon after having determined there wasn't really anything I wanted to watch or anything I could really do.
I got a couple of calls from the team but they handled everything pretty well
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Does this mean they could do this without me?
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What if I was only hired cause of Namjoon? Like how everyone suspects
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Is this how it's going to be? In someone's shadow?
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Is this- is this all I'm worth
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I try to shake off the thoughts and try listening to music.
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That didn't help
Namjoon's POV
"Jagiyaaa! I'm here!" I say as I step into the dark apartment,takeout in my hands, 'Seoul' playing in the background softly.
No answer
"Jagiya...?"
I hear a soft "hmmm?" from the living room
I keep the food on the side table as I make my way to the bundled figure on the sofa. Her eyes are glazed over, a vacant stare.
I contemplated my actions and decided to sit next to her instead, leaning her head on my shoulder, singing to Seoul in barely a whisper. Changing the word from Seoul to 'so'
🎶If love and hate are the same words
I love you so...
If hate and love are the same words
I hate you so....🎶 I say as I stroke her head
I feel my sleeve moisten as she silently sobs. I sit there, pulling her a little bit closer.
She had told me of her uncertainties and fears. I had told her of mine.
How sometimes you couldn't see beyond a certain point.
How everything got overwhelming sometimes.
How we'd feel helpless.
It was a part of our late night chats, over a steaming cup of coffee, in my studio when I felt helpless.
She'd silently lend me strength till I could talk about it.
I wanted to do the same for her
We had promised to talk everything out with each other.
Conversation was key in a relationship. And all that talking made us close.
But sometimes, like today
The silence brought us closer.
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She told me how she felt useless
Worthless even
How she was afraid
That she would never be seen as herself again
But rather
As my girlfriend
"And that's not necessarily a bad thing- but- it's just that it took me ages to find myself and it's like losing it all over again you know?"
"I know that all too well.... my love" I sigh
"Ahh I'm sorry I'm like this-"
"You need to stop apologizing for everything." I look into her eyes "you never apologize for who you are. It gives people the right to point out your flaws and amplify them. We'll figure everything out. Everything. Even ourselves, cause I know we both don't know ourselves that well either" I add laughing
"I don't know what I have done to deserve you" she says
"Likewise~" I say, earning a soft chuckle
She gets up and says "ahh the food is cold now I'm sor-"
I shut her up by kissing her
Her eyes widen in surprise
"And that's what you'll get if I ever hear you say sorry for no reason again-" I say
"Maybe I should do it more often" she says with an equally mischievous smile
We sit down to have dinner.
"Come to the studio tomorrow"
"No I'll end up being a bother. With the comeback so close I don't-"
"Ayanna, you're never a bother. And I wasnt asking, I'm telling you to come to the studio tomorrow. The guys want to meet you too. You haven't met them since ALL THAT happened"
"Aha all the more reason to not come. I'll distract y'all and that's the last thing you need"
"Yah! Listen to me for once! I'm dragging your ass to the studio whether you like it or not. It's final"
She sits there with a defeated pout
"Oh my gosh to you do aegyo now?"
She laughs.
"I've been caught" she says as she puts her hands up in defeat
"Really smart of you to bring sandwiches." She says as she waves the the wrapper
"Ahh I'm hurt~" I say as I mock stab my heart "did you think I would forget?"
"No but you think about the little things and I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate it" she says as she stands up and gives me a little peck on my cheek.
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I start cleaning up and she goes to the bathroom when I hear her let out a little scream
"What?!" I say as I look into the open doorway
"My hair is so grubby. I was supposed to take a shower but-" she waves her bandaged hand.
"Ahhhhh-" I say before adding "do you want me to wash it for you?"
"What?!" she says, violently blushing
I can't help but laugh at her nervousness
"Oh come on Ayanna! It's not that big of a deal! Sheesh!" I say as I go around the apartment searching for a stool. I find a step stool and bring it in the bathroom.
"Go and get a towel and make yourself comfortable"
Her POV
Unsure of what to do next I do as he says, sitting on the stool in my oversized tee.
"Just a warning, nobody has done this for me before so if I'm awkward-"
"You think I've done this before?!" He says laughing, "but how hard can it be?" He says as uses the handshower to wet my hair.
"I love your shampoo" he says as he pours some out
"I bet yours is better though" I say with a chuckle
"Ah but yours reminds me of you~" he says as he massages my head and I find myself leaning back
"You're a cat aren't you" he says while laughing
I meow in response
"Why am I not surprised at this point?" He says as he leans forward and looks at my face, putting foam on my nose
"Yah! Namjoon what the-"
"Shush!" he says as he continues to wash my hair.
He finishes up with a triumphant "All done!" Before he walks out of the bathroom to let me finish up
Namjoon's POV
I change my clothes and lay on her bed, thinking about how surreal all of this is. But it soon turns into me thinking about work
The album was gonna be out in a month.
The hectic schedule was gonna begin in a day.
This was my only free day before it all begins.
She comes out of the shower, her hair in a towel burrito, smiling
I'm glad she's by my side this time
"What are you looking at!?" She says in mock annoyance, a mischievous grin appearing on her face
"Ahhh jagiya~" I say as I get up and wrap my arms around her waist from behind
Her POV
He places his head on my shoulder as he hugs me.
"Ahhh Joonie you're gonna get soaked because of my hair too! Let go!"
"I'm never letting you go" he says as he turns me around, me looking up at him.
He's smiling THAT smile.
The one I've come to recognise as mine.
How did I get so lucky?
I bury myself in his sweatshirt as we move slowly, like we're dancing to music.
He starts humming a tune as he slowly twirls me, careful about my hand, and we just dance there, in my bedroom.
"I've never heard that one before"
"Consider it your sneak peek"
I can't help but laugh as he and I hum and sway for a while...
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