~The Next Day~

The following day, Namjoon slowly woke up and stared at Seokjin, who was still peacefully asleep.

His fragile body was curled into a fetal position, his head was nuzzled into Namjoon's chest, giving the man a hard time getting up without disturbing his sleep.

Eventually, Namjoon found a way to slide out of the older man's clingy grip, without waking him up. When the bed creaked, Seokjin began to groan in his sleep, grumpily furrowing his eyebrows, which Namjoon found adorable.

He made his way out of the room, slowly closing the door so that Seokjin wouldn't be disturbed by any possible noise he would make in the kitchen.

To start the day off, Namjoon opened the fridge and took out a nutritional breakfast.

"Leftover pizza? Yum. Brunch time!" The man joked, sliding the pizza box aside to search for his 'real' breakfast, which was made up of caffeinated coffee, a bagel with cream cheese, and a granola bar.

In his days off, he usually eats breakfast at a café which is just around the corner of where he lives. However, when he's in a real hurry to get to work, he just takes a granola bar and speedily heads to his office.

Either way, he always drinks coffee at work, so he can power on through the rest of his day. Without his daily dose of caffeine, the man simply cannot function properly.

While rubbing his eyes to see better, the man took a bite of his bagel, thinking about the unfinished projects he had pending at his job. When he was finished eating breakfast, he left the dining room after closing the chair he was sitting in, then headed towards the restroom.

"Oh... I forgot my clothes." He quietly paced around the house, quickly making his way back to his bedroom.

The man was surprised to find Seokjin was still sleeping. The view Namjoon found of his lover left him breathless: His lips were parted ever so slightly and half of his fringe was covering his face.

He could hear his soft snores escape his mouth; Contrary to his own snores that sound much louder and scandalous.

His hand gently swooped the bothersome strands of hair away from Seokjin's closed eyes,
wondering when the man will peacefully open them to see him.

Hear his groggy morning voice.

See his cheeks become puffy when he smiles and waves good morning at him.

Hold him and adore him all morning, not caring if both he and the man are late for work or not.

That's all Namjoon wanted, to have and to hold Seokjin in his arms and keep him safe.

He smiled, softly, while lying back down on the bed, hoping to awaken the sleepy man. However, he failed. Just when he thought Seokjin had woken up, the older only turned himself over and unknowingly placed his hand on top of Namjoon's crotch.

Namjoon attempted to move it, but he lost control of his body and started to scream in silence as a sharp pain shot right through his crotch.

"He's pinching me! He's pinching me!" He repeated to his own self, squirming in the bed, while silently laughing through the pain Seokjin's tight grip was giving him below his crotch.

The man somehow find a way to untangle the older off of him, releasing his hand from his crotch, sighing in relief when he finally did.

Just as he relaxed his stiffened body, Seokjin finally opened his eyes, breathing heavily as his body learned to awaken in such an unknown room.

"You finally woke up. Did you sleep well, honey?" Namjoon softly spoke, giving the older man space to fully stretch and whatnot.

Seokjin squeezed his eyes tightly, nodding at his lover.

"I slept good... Mmm..." As he continued to squeeze his eyes, the older felt strange.

"Namjoon, why don't you turn the lights on?" His question left Namjoon dumbfounded.

"The lights? What... What do you mean?" Namjoon asked, looking at the older, who was now fully awake, yet very immobile.

His hands felt super cold and he was becoming very pale.

"It's dark in here. At least turn the lamp on, or something. How do you sleep in here at night?" Seokjin asked, staring at Namjoon with widened eyes.

Namjoon's own widened as he waved his hand across the older's face.

"Seokjin, do you know what time it is?" He quickly got up from the bed, startling Seokjin.

"12:00 A.M.? 3:00 A.M.? I don't know, but everything is pitch black out. H- hey, wait. Where are you?"

"You can't see me?" Namjoon asked with a concerned tone of voice, feeling a knot develop in his throat. He narrowed his eyebrows, staring down at Seokjin who was growing stressed and angered.

"That's a dumb question. Of course I don't see you, Namjoon. It's the middle of the night."
He began shaking in bed, looking side to side, shutting his eyes tighter and opening them frequently.

"Seokjin-"

"Namjoon, turn on the lights." The older interrupted, commanding Namjoon to turn the lights on, insisting that he was right.

"Seokjin, listen to me-"

"Turn them on!!" He shouted, now fully alarmed. Namjoon covered his face, exhaling with fear.

"Seokjin, don't move! Let me help you."

"Stop!!" Seokjin's breathing increased, his heart rate was accelerating. He began to crawl out of bed, knocking down a few things in his way. Unfortunately, he ended up falling, unable to stand the pain within his aching body.

"Namjoon..." He began to cry as Namjoon shivered with fear, helping him stand back up again.

"Please, sit-"

"I told you to turn the lights on! Wh- why don't you listen to me!" He panicked, feeling frustrated to find a light switch.

"Seokjin, it's 6:00 o' clock in the morning." Namjoon held Seokjin's arms to keep the man from leaving the bed.

Seokjin moved his hands to the man's face, touching his facial features.

"Namjoon...I." He stood back up as Namjoon attempted to calm him down.

"Look at me. Seokjin, I'm right here." Namjoon ordered, realizing that Seokjin kept on staring at the blank walls behind him.

"I can't!"

"What?" His worry returned as everything got silent and dark.

In a matter of seconds, both Namjoon and Seokjin's world came crashing down.

"I can't see, Namjoon! I- I can't see anything!!"

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