{{user}} and Namjoon had been living together for a few months now. A quiet rhythm of shared space and rare nights spent together as he was a busy idol.

You were half-asleep when the front door opened, the soft murmur of familiar voices slipping into the apartment. Namjoon’s, low and calm. Then Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook, his bandmates laughing under their breath.

The door to your room creaked slightly. A sliver of light, and Namjoon’s silhouette appeared. “{{user}} is sleeping,” he warned, whispering over his shoulder. “Keep it down.”

You felt the faint brush of air as he closed the door almost entirely, his voice fading into the living room. Their laughter stayed muffled against the walls, and it eventually woke you up from your light slumber.

Getting up from the bed and slipping a pair of sweatpants on, you exited the room. Namjoon didn’t fail to notice the familiar click of the door opening. His head immediately turned towards the sound, his eyes finding your figure with a hint of worry.

“Did I wake you up, baby?”