The next morning, the smell of breakfast being cooked would wake Namjoon. Yoongi had put him down on the couch and made him as comfortable as possible, gotten a lot of liquid in him to limit the hangover a little and draped a blanket over him and now he was in the kitchen, working on breakfast.
Well, he was hungry and he had worked overtime for this, so he might as well get something out of it. He had his earbuds in, listening to music, lips moving slightly as he sang along silently.
Namjoon sat up like the undead, staring at nothing for a while before lying back down. He did that a few times, almost woke up, but the pain of the hang over sent him back to sleep. It was easier to sleep than suffer.
When he finally did wake, he staggered upright and came into the kitchen, rubbing his head and watching Yoongi curiously. "Good morning." Why did he feel like he did something stupid last night. "... I'm sorry?"
"...What? Why? What did happen?" Cause he thought he had a vague idea but Yoongi was sorry? Oh man. Did they fuck? Is that why he was sorry? Seemed weird to fuck on the couch when his dad could turn up. Also he said he didn't fuck clients. So maybe not. "I know why I'm sorry, kinda, vaguely, why are you?"
He took a fork and picked at his food, eating some of it. "Last night is a blurry. I think I said some stupid shit and then fucked Soohyun."
"Because I didn't think you'd care one way or the other if I called you a brat. But it seems like you cared quite a bit." And like it made him act a fool, which Yoongi wasn't about to take sole responsibility for, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit guilty. He opened the fridge so he could set a juice pack down in front of Namjoon. "I'll be more professional when talking to you."
"I didn't care." Oh great, this was embarrassing. Now he looked like a teenager! "I was just -- Soohyun said and I-- fuck, dude, don't play head games with me when I'm this hungover." Now he felt worse about it. He felt like a kid being appeased. Fuck Suga. He huffed and angrily ate his pancakes.
Fortunately the pancakes were good and stopped him from being angry from long. He got up and yawned. "I need to shower... did you even go home yesterday? Your shift ended, right?"
"I had to make sure you'd not choke, so." Yoongi shrugged his shoulders. Watching over Namjoon's well-being was a job that sometimes required late hours. He could just call it an early night today. Maybe. Depending on what Namjoon planned on doing. "Don't worry about my shift. I do my job well."
Even if it meant staying late sometimes. At least the lack of sleep also meant no dreams of Namjoon.
"I'm going to shower. Do you want to shower too?" Wait, oh God, wait! "Not together! I meant -- Oh shit." He went bright red and put his head in his hands. He was too hungover for this. He got to his feet and tried to keep his shit together. "I just mean that I have a shower in my room so you could make use of it instead of skipping one until you get down time. I assume you keep spare clothes here."
Most guards and full time staff did. Just in case. "It's just... you know... no one wants to skip showering."
Yoongi smirked before he could stop himself. He lowered his head to hide it, but it was of little use. Damn it. Namjoon was just such a unique mess that he caught him off-guard sometimes. It wasn't as if he normally ever struggled to keep a poker face. "Thanks for the offer, but I already showered while you were still asleep. It's ten, so..."
A whole lot of morning had passed. "That's why I smell so fresh."
"Oh yeah..." Well, didn't he feel gross. "I'm gonna go shower. Do you want to come with? I guess you can come into my room if you want." He hadn't let Yoongi into his room yet. When they first started this, he told Yoongi to always wait outside but he assumed that Yoongi would have quit by now. And yet.
"You don't have to but lurking in the hallway is kind of weird." Or it was to Namjoon, who was not used to being kept out of any room. Nowhere was off limits... except his father's office, of course.
"That's fine. Lurking in the hallway is kind of part of my job description." Well, there was no denying that. However, he could appreciate the gesture, so he nodded his head anyway. "I can wait in your room. I won't touch anything."
He was mildly curious how someone like Namjoon would live. It was hard to imagine, because he was such a fascinating and often contradictory person.
Heading upstairs, Namjoon cleared his throat and looked back at Yoongi. "So, uh, just so you're not surprised, just a little disclaimer." Because many people who entered his room tended to be exceptionally thrown off by what was in his room. And the excess of it. "I really like Ryan. You know. Ryan the lion from Kakao talk?"
Namjoon stopped in front of his door and unlocked it. His dad used to snoop around so he had the habit of locking it these days. "Just so you know." He opened the door and let Yoongi behold his room.
"...wow." What the hell. How was this thing a lion? Looked like a bear. But more importantly, just... "How do you even sleep?"
How was there enough space? There was Ryan everywhere. Yoongi's eyes were wide as he looked around. "Damn. How many do you have?"
What even. "I mean, I like Kumamon." Which was obviously also a slightly strange admission for a badass bodyguard to make, but it all seemed to fade in comparison to this.
"I, uh, I sleep beside Ryan?" Why was that hard to understand? Namjoon smiled and then crawled onto his bed and among the sea of plushed toys, rolling onto his back so Yoongi could see it. Yeah, he was on the edge of the bed but he fit on it? So there. He hugged Ryan close. The biggest Ryan. That was over half his height and stole most of his bed. The little ones lay around him like his tiny army. "He lost his mane. I don't know I like him so much. I used to hate anything all cute and sweet but then I found Ryan."
And thus an obsession was born. Namjoon's room was mostly Ryan. Ryan rug, Ryan bedding, plushes, dressing gown, lamps, toys - honestly, too much stuff.
The second thing overwhelming his room was books. Namjoon turned to look at his other Ryan plushies, petting some of their heads. "I'll hug you guys later."
The books really didn't seem noteworthy by comparison, so Yoongi barely even thought about those. Namjoon was supposed to be a bit of a genius, he expected books. Did he expect all of this? He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. "I thought you'd just have a sex sling or something."
Certainly seemed as if it would be more in line with the persona that Namjoon had mostly shown him so far, fucking around with so many guys. "You always surprise me. Most people never do."
"Sex swing? In here? ... In front of Ryan? God, no. No boys never come in my room. Ever. I've never even had sex here." Clearly this was a special place where no one would do anything dirty because Ryan was always watching. Hell, he didn't even realise it at the time but Yoongi was the first boy he'd ever really had in his room. "I've never even let Hobi in here. I guess you're the first. Huh."
Weird. Well. Whatever. Namjoon got up and walked over to his wardrobe, collecting his clothes. "I'm glad I'm not boring at least! Soohyun always used to say I was stupidly boring."
"That's because Soohyun is an idiot. Close-minded. Those people get bored fast, because they don't have anything on their mind. Just give him something to play with and have an actual fun time by yourself." Seemed more worthwhile. Handsome dumbasses were a dime a dozen after all. "Hobi is different. You'd be better off with him."
Out of the boys he'd met, Hobi was the only one he thought was at least on Namjoon's wavelength. Granted, there wasn't much competition.
"I know but dumb people are so easy to use and one day I'm going to be important and busy, it's nice to know I'll be surrounded by guys I've fucked who'll do stuff for me." Or, at least, that's how he felt. He balled up the clothes he was taking in with him and smiled at Yoongi before walking towards the bathroom. "I remember a time when those types of guys said all kinds of shit about me. Then they realised I was important. Suddenly I wasn't just an ugly, weird nerd any more."
It was different with Hobi. They were more friends than anything - the fucking was just something they did, like how some people played tennis or watched movies. "See you in a few, hyung. Take care of Ryan for me." Namjoon disappeared into the bathroom and like that, Yoongi was alone.
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Well, he was hungry and he had worked overtime for this, so he might as well get something out of it. He had his earbuds in, listening to music, lips moving slightly as he sang along silently.
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When he finally did wake, he staggered upright and came into the kitchen, rubbing his head and watching Yoongi curiously. "Good morning." Why did he feel like he did something stupid last night. "... I'm sorry?"
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He paused, flipping the pan he was using to make sure it wouldn't burn. "I am sorry too."
He had had a lot of time to think about it, so he had ultimately arrived on that conclusion. "You should eat. You'll feel better quicker."
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He took a fork and picked at his food, eating some of it. "Last night is a blurry. I think I said some stupid shit and then fucked Soohyun."
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He bowed slightly. "Namjoon-ssi."
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Fortunately the pancakes were good and stopped him from being angry from long. He got up and yawned. "I need to shower... did you even go home yesterday? Your shift ended, right?"
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Even if it meant staying late sometimes. At least the lack of sleep also meant no dreams of Namjoon.
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Most guards and full time staff did. Just in case. "It's just... you know... no one wants to skip showering."
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A whole lot of morning had passed. "That's why I smell so fresh."
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"You don't have to but lurking in the hallway is kind of weird." Or it was to Namjoon, who was not used to being kept out of any room. Nowhere was off limits... except his father's office, of course.
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He was mildly curious how someone like Namjoon would live. It was hard to imagine, because he was such a fascinating and often contradictory person.
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Namjoon stopped in front of his door and unlocked it. His dad used to snoop around so he had the habit of locking it these days. "Just so you know." He opened the door and let Yoongi behold his room.
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How was there enough space? There was Ryan everywhere. Yoongi's eyes were wide as he looked around. "Damn. How many do you have?"
What even. "I mean, I like Kumamon." Which was obviously also a slightly strange admission for a badass bodyguard to make, but it all seemed to fade in comparison to this.
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And thus an obsession was born. Namjoon's room was mostly Ryan. Ryan rug, Ryan bedding, plushes, dressing gown, lamps, toys - honestly, too much stuff.
The second thing overwhelming his room was books. Namjoon turned to look at his other Ryan plushies, petting some of their heads. "I'll hug you guys later."
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Certainly seemed as if it would be more in line with the persona that Namjoon had mostly shown him so far, fucking around with so many guys. "You always surprise me. Most people never do."
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Weird. Well. Whatever. Namjoon got up and walked over to his wardrobe, collecting his clothes. "I'm glad I'm not boring at least! Soohyun always used to say I was stupidly boring."
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Out of the boys he'd met, Hobi was the only one he thought was at least on Namjoon's wavelength. Granted, there wasn't much competition.
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It was different with Hobi. They were more friends than anything - the fucking was just something they did, like how some people played tennis or watched movies. "See you in a few, hyung. Take care of Ryan for me." Namjoon disappeared into the bathroom and like that, Yoongi was alone.
With about a hundred Ryans.