NAMJOON from BTS was sitting on the couch, arguing with his inner thoughts. Scribbling the paper, tearing, crumpling and throwing it in the nearby bin had been done repeatedly by him for the past two hours.
There is a ring on the door and he permitted the person to come in. Y/n entered with a pad and explained this week's schedule. He simply nodded his head, agreeing to whatever she said without listening.
She placed the schedule on the table and paused, watching him working so hard. When she was about to leave, Namjoon called.
"Not even a pat?" he asked like a child. Y/n came back and sat beside him on the couch. She looked at the pile of crumpled paper balls and back to him. She took the note pen from his hand and placed it down.
"Stop stressing yourself! You are not in a good shape. Sleep and self time is must Joon! You should glow while performing on the stage. The upcoming shows are really important! What if-" she raised her voice, and stopped herself when she realised she was adding more stress to him. Not knowing how to calm the situation, she started massaging his fingers, not willing to speak further.
"I'm sorry dear. You know how it works. I need to finish this song before the end of this month, so that we can start recording for the album and also, I need you to know that I am having my self time, right now," he said and hugged her. Y/n smiled at his chest and enjoyed his warmth that's been radiated since the moment his gaze fixed on her.
"Can you come up with a nickname?" he asked all of a sudden and she blinked. "Isn't Army, love, baby, honey, sweetheart, cupcake enough for them?" she asked in confusion.
"Not them. You to me," he smirked. "Mmmm...how about daddy?" she asked innocently and his eyes bulged at her boldness that came out of nowhere.
"Who taught you such things??" he asked in surprise. Before she could answer, the door swings open. "Keep your voice low hyung!" Jungkook tensed. He locked the door and walked inside. "You two can't stay away from eachother for few hours, huh? And I can't cover for you all the time y/n" he pointed at her and fake glared. She pouted and felt ashamed of herself for hanging out with Namjoon so careless.
"And to answer your question, I taught her" Jungkook said proudly. "What the-" Jungkook cut Namjoon off in a flash and started to explain his side, thinking Namjoon may get him wrong. "Our company signed up on W****** and being the curious man I was, I started to explore and there was this story written by an army about me that says daddy at each and every lines! So I concluded that the word 'daddy' is common among couples and since you guys always act like a highschool couple and not like- you know what I mean so I taught her to call you like that... I hate the fact that you both are freaking innocent to the level of having zero pet names for eachother!!" he crossed his arms and turn to the other side.
"I prohibit y/n from calling me like that since I know what armys meant about the daddy thing. I have already read such fan fictions kookie. Those stories doesn't say daddy... It screams daddy. Learn to differentiate it. You even taught her without knowing it. Go and ask your army what daddy actually mean," Namjoon shooed him.
"Your army? Then who is army to you?" Jungkook asked. "My heartbeat," he answered.
"So y/n?" Jungkook shooted next. Namjoon looked at her with so much love that he had been longing for so long to show it to somebody. He kissed her forehead and reverted his gaze back to the younger one with a bright smile and answered, "My Universe."
Automatically Jungkook's cheeky bunny smile appeared, displaying his affection for Namjoon's thoughtful answer.
"Ahhhh, I got enough of your romance," he got up to keep up his attitude of not liking their innocence and left the room, leaving them alone again.
"Time for me to go," y/n informed and ruffled his hair. He smiled softly at her and she handed his note and pen back to him with a good luck. With no choice left, she disappeared from the room, leaving him on cold.
"Just wait for few hours and we can see him," she spoke to her heart, chanting to herself, hiding their little secret from this world.
