You felt hot when you woke up in the morning. Hot and trapped. It took you a moment to realise that Namjoon was wrapped around your body, his large frame dwarfing you while you were curled up into a ball.

He would always cuddle you when he'd been drinking, but it was rare for you to wake up in the morning and find him still beside you. A quick glance at the little red numbers on the clock next to your bed told you it was four thirty in the morning, and that explained why Namjoon was still with you. He usually got up around five thirty.

Trying not to wake him, you carefully slid out of his arms and the bed, and pulled your underwear and pyjama bottoms back on; he had kept a death grip on your body once he had fallen asleep last night, so you were unable to put them on again.

You unlocked and opened the bedroom door and headed out into the hallway, closing it behind you. It wasn't unusual to see a few people up and about, no matter what time it was, so you prepared for that as you headed down to the first, and then ground floor of the house.

Even though the huge house was owned by Namjoon, he gave free rein to most of his men, and quite a few of them lived on the first floor. The second floor was mostly off-limits, though, and that is where you and Namjoon slept. There was a huge bedroom with an attached bathroom, as well as a living room, an office that Namjoon used occasionally, and a room he kept locked with not only the lock on the handle but with a padlock as well. As far as you knew, only Namjoon and Hoseok had the keys to that room.

You suspected it had weapons, or drugs or something along those lines in it.

The first floor was empty, but as you got down to the kitchen, you could hear a glass clink as it was set on the side, and almost crashed into someone as they moved out through the doorway.

"Oh, Ma'am, I'm sorry, I didn't see you," Jimin said quietly, steadying you with his hands on your shoulders, before stepping back. His dark hair was mussed from sleep, and he was wearing a pair of grey shorts that reached just above his knees with nothing on his torso. You were momentarily stunned, as you'd never seen him out of a suit before; especially shirtless.

You had obviously seen a man with no clothes before, but for some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up. Jimin's body was perfectly proportioned, and he had a lot more muscle definition than you expected. And of course, like most of the men in Namjoon's group, he had tattoos spanning over a lot of the skin. You could tell that his back was probably entirely covered, and it spread over one of his shoulders and onto one side of his chest, and then down that same arm. You couldn't tell what it was, since it was fairly dim, but he also had something on the side of his stomach, close to his hip.

"Why are you up so early?" He asked, stepping to the side to allow you into the kitchen, "Are you alright? I heard- no, never mind,"

"What did you hear?" You asked quietly as you moved to the tap to get yourself a glass of water, "Is it the reason why you're up? Do you need me to wake Namjoon?"

Jimin smiled a little bitterly, "No you don't need to wake the boss. And I guess I am awake because of it,"

"What is it? A bird? Was there a dog barking?"

Jimin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, a movement that for some reason had your heart pounding in your chest, "I thought I heard you crying, last night," He said, "I was awake wondering if you were alright,"

"Oh," You did cry last night, but you didn't make a sound. You made sure that if you did cry, you kept it quiet. No one should know how much you miss your old life, or how lonely you were. You needed to be strong. It probably wasn't the crying he had heart, but the action that caused it.

"No, that wasn't me,"

"Maybe I was dreaming," He muttered, "I sometimes get dreams where I can't protect or help you, and they- ah," He cut himself off, looking down at his body, "I'm so sorry, ma'am, I forgot I wasn't wearing a shirt," He laughed sheepishly, "You're lucky I'm wearing shorts, usually I don't wea- Please don't tell the boss, I didn't mean it," He said, "I should go back to bed before he wakes up and sees me like this in front of you,"

He dipped his head in a bow and moved to exit, but you stopped him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well the Boss doesn't want any of us to be without clothes in front of you," He said, throwing a look over his shoulder, "You should go back to sleep, Ma'am. Goodnight,"

Jimin left you a little confused, but you finished your water and headed back to the top floor of the house and into your shared bedroom. You locked the door behind you; Namjoon made sure it was locked every night when you were sleeping, and climbed back into bed. Your husband was now facing the other direction, so you curled up into a small ball again, and slowly dozed back off to sleep, your dreams filled with tattoos and flashes of dark hair on a handsome head.