Y/N's P.O.V.
I wake up with the worst headache ever and a really bad stomach ache. I'm definitely about to throw up! I ran to the bathroom, opened the toilet seat, and just then threw up, just like I thought I would. This is hell! I kept throwing up for a few minutes until I felt that I got all of the * out of my body. I then cleaned myself and went out of the toilet, still with a strong headache. I went out to the bathroom and checked the time. Holy *?! It was 12:21, which means my alarm didn't ring or it rang and I didn't hear it. I unlocked my phone to see what the heck happened to my alarm only to see that I have not closed the 'alarm app' from yesterday. However, it wasn't the alarm up. I had opened the calculator and written '8:45' on it then thought that it was my alarm clock. What the hell happened yesterday?! I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh wow, at least I took off my make-up and changed my clothes. That is unusual.
I went outside of my room, still with a headache, only to find Namjoon eating breakfast. My parents were at work as usual so we were home alone. Wait, why id he eating breakfast now?
Namjoon noticed me walking towards him. "Good afternoon, Y/N." I just waved as a response and sat down in front of him and held my head in pain. "Do you have a headache?" I nodded. "Did you puke?" I nodded again. He got up, went to the fridge and bright me some pain killers with a glass of water. "Drink this and you will feel better soon," he said, giving them to me.
"Thank you." I gulped down the pain killers and looked at him. "Why are you eating breakfast now?"
"I was cooking the past hours."
"Hours?" I glanced at his bowl, finding cereal. His cereal looked weird and had a weird color though. "Cooking?" I looked at him. "What did you do?"
He scratched his head awkwardly. "I cannot cook, you know that. I tried.. cooking fried chicken. However, I burnt it twice. I cleaned it with clorine also, so the chicken was immaculate. Such a waste."
"You did what?! Clorine?!" He nodded. Well, thank god he didn't eat it. "Namjoon." I sighed. "Google the recipe or watch a YouTube video next time you cook."
"Okay."
"Anyway," I started. "What happened yesterday? I only remember dancing to Shakira with you." He looked at me for a moment before smiling widely and laughing. "What?"
"You are amusing when you are drunk," he said.
I frowned. "What did I do?"
He chuckled. "Where should I start? Do you want to hear the bad part or good part?" There's a bad part?
"I got get layed, didn't I? Oh my gosh! Tell me the bad part." I didn't want to get layed in a club, so if I did then that is definitely no good news.
"No. You danced with a man."
"That's it? That's not so bad."
"Allow me to continue," he started. "You looked like you enjoyed his company. You danced and drank with him, but later I saw him putting a substance, which appeared to look like drugs, in your drink. You were about to drink that drink but I took it away from you and took you out of the club."
I was left dumbfounded. I was about to get drugged?! "Oh, wow. Thank you so much Namjoon. I really could've died if you weren't there and helped me. Who knows what could've happened to me? I'm really not myself when drunk so I can't protect myself."
He nodded. "No worries. You are safe now." I nodded, still shocked by what he said. "Do you want to know the amusing part now?" he asked, chuckling again. "Well, I do not acknowledge that you will find it amusing but I did."
*. I probably embarassed myself. "Tell me about it."
"You mistaked my words when I spake of a taxi, mistaking it for a 'Maxi Burger', whatever that is supposed to mean" he started. "And then, you accused me of lying, for I did not buy you a burger of such name. Then mother did inquire if you could tell the time, to which you did reply by turning to the clock and telling it that you are sober." A blush crept up my face in embarassment. "Yet, you placed your shoes in the fridge, thinking it to be the cabinet for such attire. Thereupon, you weeped and whined when I told you to remove the cosmetics and go to sleep. In the end, I myself had to remove the cosmetics, and you expressed your love for me." He smirked, clearly teasing me.
"What?!" I had a frown on my face as he just stared at me teasingly. "There's no way! You're lying!"
"I am. You actually adressed my own beauty, expressing a desire to plant a kiss upon mine lips before falling into a deep sleep." He smirked again and I could feel my face get hot in embarassment. This is humilating.
"No I didn't."
"You did."
"There's no way I did, bro."
"Well, you did." He smirked. "You know, you could just inform me that you are willing to kiss me all this long," he teased.
"Shut up," I said, rolling my eyes. Wait, if he took off my make-up then who changed my clothes? "Who changed my clothes?"
"I did."
"EXCUSE ME?!" I yelled in shock. There's no way he's telling the truth. "You're lying!"
"I am not."
"I wouldn't let you! Even if I'm drunk I won't let anyone undress me!" I exclaimed.
"You were unconscious."
I frowned. "Then why did you change my clothes?"
"Sleeping with a tight dress appeared uncomfortable. Therefore, I decided to change your clothing into something more comfortable," he explained, leaving me staring at him in disbelief. "You are hot though."
"YAH!" I screamed at him, making him laugh. A small blush still crept up my face though.
"I was joshing, calm down. I tried my best not to look at you. I am a gentleman."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" I said, rolling my eyes and looking away.
"I suppose you are feeling better now," he suddenly said. "How is your headache?" At the mention of it, I remembered it. Turns out the conversation with Namjoon made me forget my pain. However, it's not paining me so much anymore. It's probably because of the pain killers he gave me.
"It's a lot better now, I guess."
"Are you peckish? I cannot make another bowl of this therefore you can eat along me. Here." He pushed his bowl of cereal closer to me. I chuckled at the fact that he actually couldn't make another bowl of cereal. It was really generous and cute of him to share his cereal though.
Now that we were talking about food, I noticed that he hasn't been eating the moment I sat with him. "It's okay. You need nutrition." I got up from my seat. "I'll make one real quick and join you. Want me to teach you how?"
"Teach me."
I got a bowl, milk and cereal. "Okay, so it's simple. You pour cereal, or milk first in a bowl. We ain't gonna argue which one you put first now. It doesn't matter." I poured cereal first in the bowl then poured some milk. "Then you get a spoon and eat."
"That is.. it? Are you done?" he asked, dumbfounded.
"Yep!" I sat down in front of him and started eating my cereal.
"It took me much more time to make this." He looked at his bowl. "Um.. do you want to taste?"
"Okay, sure." I took a bit of his cereal with my spoon and tasted it. Oh, wow. This tastes awful.
"Is that why you haven't been eating now?" I asked after forcefully gulping down his cereal. He gently nodded, making me sigh. "Take this." I gave him my bowl and took his to throw it away. "I'll just make a new one for myself, and don't put salt in the cereal next time."
"I put sugar."
"You clearly didn't. What did you even put? It tastes awful!"
"Sugar, or salt as you say, lemon-"
"Lemon?!"
"Yes. Apples-"
"Wait, apples? I don't see any apples." I looked at the milk in the bowl only to see small tiny bits of red, green, orange, brown and yellow dots flying around.
"I placed lemon, apples, celery and carrots in the mixer before pouring it into the cereal," he explained. My eyes widened. That explains the taste.
"You placed the lemons with their shells, didn't you?"
"You peel lemons?" he asked, absolutely unaware.
"Oh my god, Namjoon! Of course you do! What else did you put?"
"I attempted to place chicken, as I told you before, but I burnt it." He's crazy!
"Thank god you did. What else?"
"Last but not least, tuna fish." My face went pale and I immediately threw the cereal away at that moment. It doesn't deserve to stay in that bowl anymore.
"You're done, Namjoon. You're done!"
"What do you mean?"
I sighed, ignoring his question because explaining such slang to him is hard. "Don't ever cook again without a recipe!"
"Okay," he mumbled while I was starting to make good, well made, cereal for myself. "Right, I poured some oil too!" he stated happily.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" I yelled at him in shock. When I looked at him I found his proud smile dropping.
"That is bad?"
"Milk and oil don't go well together." I sighed and looked back the bowl of new cereal that I'm making. "You know what, it's okay. We all do weird * to learn." I don't know what was wrong with me but I felt nauseous again, especially after the mention of Namjoon's weird combination that I just ate. "Gosh, I think I'm gonna throw up again."
"Are you okay?" he asked. "Are you pregnant?"
"No! I'm hungover for *'s sake!" The nausea and hangover was just making my mood worse, and Namjoon annoyance wasn't helping. "Stop acting dumb!"
"I am not. I do not know if you have slept with anyone in your free time."
"Shut up," I said, annoyed with his * but mostly annoyed because of the sudden feeling of nausea. "I'm single like a pringle and ain't letting anyone get near me."
"Yet you danced with an unknown individual."
"I was drunk!"
"You were not drunk while cuddling me to sleep," he stated teasingly.
"Shut up. I'm not in the mood for this." Unexpectadly, he actually shut up and instead walked away. That * really left me here alone, nauseous, with the dishes.
"There is a chance that you need this," he suddenly said, coming back with a bucket. Oh, I accused him of being a rude little *.
"Thank you," I said, kind of shameful because of my own thoughts. He's so kind, oh my god. I sat down on my knees in front of the bucket, waiting to throw up. He stayed there with me and kept rubbing my back. "I don't want you to see me throw up. It's disgusting."
"It is okay," he assured. "Your well-being is more important." I could feel butterflies in my stomach, but I couldn't figure out if it was because of his sweetness and kindness or because of my nausea.
A few minuites later I threw up again. Namjoon held up my hair, away from my face to not get it full of puke, and kept rubbing my back with his other hand to comfort me. When I finished throwing up he made me hold up my hair as he went and brought a towel. Then he sat down in front of me and gently wiped off all the vomit out of my face.
"Thank you," I said again after he had cleaned up my face. "I really appreciate it. Sorry for making you go through this."
"There is no problem," he said. He is so kind hearted! How is this even possible? I took the bucket and went to the bathroom to clean up myself.
When I excited the bathroom, fully clean, I saw Namjoon laying on his bed. "So, it seems that you have granted me an honor that no one else has. You keep your distance from all but me, and that makes me feel truly special," he said with a smirking, clearly teasing me again that I said that don't let anyone come near me. "Come here, my love, and let us cuddle each other," he continued, making my eyes widen. He said what? My love too?! "Or perhaps a kiss is what you crave? Let me draw you near, and allow our lips to kiss. Come here," he said seductively with a smirk and motioned me to come closer to him.
"What the *?" I said, absolutely flabbergasted. "No!" If I had to be honest though, what he did was actually hot.
"I know you want it," he teased again with the same annoying smirk on his face.
"Are you that desperate for a kiss from me?" I asked, me being the one smirking this time as his smirk completely dropped. I thought I've won the conversation for a span of seconds before a grin spread across his face.
"Yes, yes I am. Now come here," he said confidently.
"Oh, be for real!" I rolled my eyes at him.
He chuckled. "I was bantering. However, I am willing to cuddle you. You are not feeling very well and therefore you deserve all the affection you deserve," he stated sweetly. He's really being overly kind, cute and sweet today.
"No. You'll probably attempt to kiss me!" I pouted and crossed my arms.
"A gentleman does not do anything without consent. I am a gentleman." He got up from the bed and walked towards me confidently. "Are you willing to embrace me?" he said cutely, showing me a puppy face. Oh, come on! How could I reject him now?
I smiled. "Okay, okay! Desperate *er," I joked, making him giggle cutely and drag me towards him by my wrist.
Ding Dong!
The sound of the doorbell interrupted our, soon to be, cuddly moment. I sighed and stepped away from him. "I'll be right back," I said and went to the front door, leaving Namjoon in our room alone. "Hello," I said after I opened the front door and saw three unfamiliar men. They were buff and probably looked scary for normal people. As for me, a mafia, I'm not scared of such people because I can easily handle them or at least not get myself too harmed. Even though our mafia family doesn't do much, we are very well trained.
"Greetings. We represent the kingdom and are currently in search of a prince by the name of Namjoon. As he has yet to be located, we assume he may be in hiding. Thus, we are canvassing all streets and residences in this city in order to find him. May we ask if you have come across an individual fitting the description of a tall, blonde man who possesses princely demeanor and mannerisms, and answers to the name of Namjoon?" one of them asked. I tried to keep myself looking calm, even though I knew very well that me and Namjoon would get up in deep trouble if they found him.
"No, I haven't. Sorry, you can search somewhere else," I said, speaking loud and clear in hope of Namjoon hearing this conversation.
"We apologize for any inconvenience, but we have reason to believe that the person we are searching for may be hiding in this area. Therefore, we would like to conduct a thorough search of your premises."
"No, you're invading my privacy," I said, blocking the entrance.
"Excuse me, kindly move out of the way," the royal bodyguard spoke in a firm and authoritative tone.
"This is my house! Who do you think you are?" I said confidently.
"We understand your concerns, but please understand that the search for Prince Namjoon is of utmost importance to the kingdom. We assure you that any intrusion into your privacy will be kept to a minimum and that we will compensate you accordingly for any inconvenience caused," the other royal bodyguard said in a calming voice.
I hesitated for a moment. I won't be able to get them away from here, so it's better to just let them in before they start getting violent and suspecting me. The problem is that Namjoon is in here and there's a 100% chance that both of us will get in trouble, or maybe danger too, if they found him. They won't give up though, so what's the point? I took a deep breath and stepped aside, allowing them to enter.
"As you wish," I said, trying to sound cooperative. "Please, make yourselves at home."
The royal officials nodded in thanks and started their search. They started searching the living room, then the kitchen, then they started searching the bedrooms. My breath was already up my throat, but when they entered the bedrooms I don't think I was even breathing. They searched everywhere-drawers, cabinets, under beds etc-so there's no way they wouldn't find Namjoon. He wasn't in the bedroom though, which means he probably heard the conversation. However, he wasn't in the cabinets either, which made my anxiety decrease a little and make me think that he is in the bathroom. I calmed down for a moment before they entered the bathrooms. Oh *. Surprisingly, Namjoon wasn't there either. Well damn, he's smart even in hiding.
After what felt like hours, they got out from my house with no sign of Namjoon. They thanked me and continued their search somewhere. As they walked away, I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that Namjoon was safe, for now. Now, where the hell is he?!
I grabbed my phone and dialled his phone number, hearing no sound of a ringtone inside of the house meaning he either has it on a silent or isn't home and took his phone with him. "Hello," Namjoon's voice said in the phone.
"You're a genius, Namjoon," I immediately said. "They went out. Where are you?"
"I am outdoors."
"Outdoors? How?"
"I jumped out of the window." We were in a house but our bedroom was on the second floor. It wasn't too high though, but there's still a chance that he'd hurt himself.
"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
"Yes. I am coming back inside. I am ending the call," he said before ending it. Soon, I heard the front door open.
"Hey. Did they see you?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I suppose not." He walked closer to me. "I am afraid." My gaze softened. "I do not accept getting wedded to Wonyoung."
"It's okay." I patted his shoulder to comfort him. "You're safe here with me... for now."
He looked at me in silence for a moment. "I hope so."