Kim Namjoon (Rap Monster) x Reader - Dream Knight

        He walked out of his office, stretching, when he heard a sniffling from the TV room.  Confused, Namjoon peered into the den to find all the lights off and the TV on.  Glancing at the couch, he saw a pile of white and a pile of blue.

        The pile of white was of tissues; crumpled after being used to wipe away tears (thankfully, instead of the sleeve of Namjoon's favorite jacket, again).

        The pile of blue was you, all curled up under the blanket that Jimin had gotten you for your birthday.  He had bought it in the first place because Yoongi was complaining about you always taking his jackets when you couldn't find Namjoon's.  You were usually cold in the house, but that was because Namjoon keeps the temperature low out of habit - at the dorm, Seokjin had been frugal, and he knew heating was expensive.

        Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying, and your nose was a similar shade of scarlet.  You hadn't noticed Namjoon yet, and you and eyes were trained on the TV.

        "Babe, what's wrong?  Are you alright?"  Namjoon asked.  You looked up at him, startled for a moment before you realized that it was him.  You wiped your nose again.

        "I'm okay, baby.  It's just..." you trained off and looked at the TV again.  Namjoon did as well and saw that you were watching a drama - one with seven familiar looking boys.

        "Oh my God.  Is that Jackson?"  Namjoon broke into giggles at how young his friend looked on screen.   "What is this?  When is this?"  He was taking out his phone to take pictures.  You sighed and paused the show with his friend on screen so that it wouldn't be blurry, and so you could explain. 

        "It's called 'Dream Knight,' and it's from 2015.  And yeah, that's Jackson.  He has fire magic powers."  You said this matter-of-fact, and Namjoon sat on the couch next to you. 

        "Okay, so this is all of GOT7?"  You nodded.  You loved how well he paid attention when you were talking about something that you liked.

        "Obviously, they have powers.  Well, some of them.  Four of them.  JB, Jackson, Mark, and Youngjae.  In order, their powers are ice, fire, love, and wind," you shook your head.  "It's a ridiculous show at first," you paused.  "But now I'm crying because of Youngjae."  You blew your nose again.  "I'm sorry, I'm ridiculous."  Namjoon wrapped an arm around you.

        "No, it's cute that you're so wrapped up in this fictional world - you've got a good imagination."  You snorted.  "I'm serious.  Now, who's your favorite character in here?"  You thought. 

        "Well, they're all so unique, and such awesome characters, but I think I like Jackson or JB."  You nodded, no longer sad since Namjoon had joined you.  You had just finished episode nine, and had three episodes left.  Namjoon rolled his eyes at your favorites - the leader of another group, and his best friend.

        "So does that mean you like them better than me?"  He pulled his arm away from your shoulders, feigning hurt.  He pouted and stood.

        "No," you giggled.  "I don't like them better than you."  Namjoon turned away.

        "Tell me that when you've finished the series first."  He then left to go back into his office and finish working while you continued your show.

        The next time that Namjoon left his office, the TV was silent.  He went down the hall and looked into the living room again.  The tissue pile was larger, and the [y/n] pile was smaller, like you had curled into yourself even more.  You were crying again, he could hear.

        Namjoon went over to you.  He sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you sobbed.  He pet your head, and you unwrapped yourself enough enough so that he could get under the large blanket too, and cuddle you until you were ready to talk.

        You wrapped yourself in his long arms to feel safe, and then wrapped your own arms around his thin torso.  Namjoon hummed and rubbed his hand up and down you back to soothe you.

        "It's okay babe.  What happened?"  You snuggled and snuggled deeper into Namjoon's embrace.  He kissed the top of your head and you sighed.

        "You're my favorite, Joonie," you said before you began to explain what had had happened.  Namjoon shook his head.

        "Isn't this why I told you to not binge dramas anymore?  You're sympathetic and always end up crying."  You rolled your eyes.

        "Yeah.  I'm sorry."  Namjoon nodded.

        "It's okay, babe.  I still love you."  You looked up.

        "Really?"  Your eyes were big and watery, your lip trembling.  Namjoon nodded.

        "Of course.  Always.  Now, let's get some dinner."  He went to stand up, but you clung to him.

        "No!  Wait!  Don't leave!"  You looked up, scared.  The drama had really affected your emotions.  Namjoon smiled warmly.

        "I'm not going to leave you, [y/n]," he said.  He kissed you with some effort since he  was taller than you, but he didn't mind.  "Why do you think I married you?"