it was late, and Namjoon had finally finished writing his final draft for his latest song after weeks of being cooped up in his studio, and he was excited to go back to the dorms. He shut down his laptop.

finally, time to go home.

Namjoon opened his phone and checked his messages as he packed up, seeing if anyone (besides the chaotic group chat between his members and his members combined with his junior group, txt) had texted him.

there was a pinned chat that had spammed him with messages, and when he read the contact and your name with the countless amounts of hearts that you had added when you stole his phone popped up, he immideately smiled.

your latest text read, goodluck for your new song, namu! take care of yourself! I love you :) 6.34pm

Namjoon glanced at the clock, it was already 7pm and he decided it was time to finally return home. He walks over to his couch to search for his hoodie. His dorm was a short walk away but it was freezing outside, and Namjoon was only wearing a simple shirt.

Though, after a few minutes of searching, he realised his hoodie wasn't there. that's weird. I could've sworn it was here just this morning..

with no other clothing to warm him up, Namjoon walks home in only his white shirt and sweatpants. If anyone saw him out they'd have to do a double take, because Kim Namjoon was walking around with no face mask, no nothing. Just a white shirt and sweats. If a sasaeng saw him, it was such an easy way to get him killed.

Thankfully, he reached the dorms in under fifteen minutes safe and sound. When the elevator door opened to his floor, he was immideately met with a sense of home.

he smelt Jin's cooking as soon as he walked in, and he smiled. The sounds of Taehyung, Jimin and Jeongguk's laughter from the living room sounded, showing they were playing games. And Yoongi passed by Namjoon on his way to his room.

"You done with the draft?" Yoongi asked, and Namjoon nodded excitedly. Yoongi chuckled at the younger's happy response, "someone's in there waiting for you, by the way," he said, and then walked away with a pat on his shoulder.

Namjoon walked in, thinking it was Hoseok. He saw a tiny lump on his bed and walked over to it, grabbing the corners of the blanket.

"Hobi, get out of ther-"

"Surprise!!" you jumped out of the blanket, immideately pulling Namjoon on to the bed and laughing when he looked completely confused, "Welcome home, Joonie!"

"(Y/n)?"  Namjoon's voice came, and he smiled wide, immideately engulfing you in his arms, "Hey, when did you come here? and- are you wearing my hoodie?"

You giggled happily, hugging him tight by his torso and cuddling into his chest. Namjoon's strong arms wrapped around you back tightly to not let you go.

"Yeah! I stole it when I visited this morning. I'm glad you didn't notice," you smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Hoodie thief," Namjoon said softly, brushing your hair and cupping your cheeks, moving to kiss your lips softly, "I had to walk home in the cold because of you,"

"Don't worry, joonie. I'll warm you up," you said, into your boyfriend's chest, "I missed you a lot," you said, and you can feel him laugh under you.

"I missed you too. But now that my work is dons, what do you say we go out for dinner?" Namjoon said, softly running his hands over your back, feeling the fabric of his own hoodie that hugged your small form, the end falling below your waist.

you hummed in response, only snuggling into the warmth of his neck deeper.

When Namjoon looked down, wanting to ask again, he noticed your eyes shut. breathing even.

"I guess we'll eat jin hyung's cooking, then," he chuckled, kissing your forehead and pulling up the hood to cover your sleeping face, "hoodie thief,"