Coffee Table Dreams
Summary: A peaceful morning with Namjoon after he comes home late again.
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You stretched your stiff arms in hopes that this tired feeling would go away. The soft morning light filtered through the white curtains and temporarily blinded you as you cracked open your eyelid.
Consciousness failed to show up as you stretched your whole body while half buried in the white comforter. The bed was warm and you were aching all over from a deep sleep. No sounds were heard as you felt the heaviness from your fingertips to your shoulders down to your lower back and finally at your toes. Your feet tickled as they touched something else, probably the feet of your boyfriend, still deeply asleep.
You relaxed after a good cat stretch and took a deep breath before releasing any tension from your stiff body, just listening to the morning birds as you gained some form of acute hearing. Not wanting to get up just yet, you let yourself wake up with the sounds of the tiny birds outside the window and deep breathing from the man lying beside you. His breathing was steady and deep, while yours was shallow from being newly awake.
You felt everything in your body for a while, until you were ready to start the day. You felt the dryness of your throat, aching to drink some water. You felt the stiffness of your shoulder from laying on it all night. You felt the warmth radiating from your body, from being covered in a heavy blanket and heavy arms all night. You felt the cool air as you lifted your arms above you to stretch even more. Everything felt so light and ethereal in the first hour of consciousness, if you closed your eyes maybe you could even fall back asleep.
Just as you were getting comfortable and your breathing deepened, Namjoon took a deep breath and rolled over, nearly rolling off the bed if you weren’t there to grab his shirt. He just groaned in response and shifted so he was on his back and safely away from the edge.
You huffed in annoyance, your semi-consciousness being interrupted in such a sudden matter. With you now fully awake, you sat up and lifted your arms to the sky, feeling the deep stretch in your shoulder muscles down to your waist. Finally satisfied with your level of awareness, you scooted out of bed, slipped on your sandals and wasted no time in getting some water to quench your thirst.
On your way to the kitchen, you spotted an abnormal amount of papers and notebooks scattered on the newly bought coffee table Namjoon had picked out at a flea market a week prior. Usually Namjoon was careful about leaving things out overnight but you assumed he had a long day at the studio, so you collected everything to set aside for him.
That is, until you spotted Namjoon’s familiar cactus pen stuck in his song notebook. Just as you peeked and saw the title, “Coffee Table Dreams”, the man himself stumbled through the doorway, undoubtedly still half asleep.
“Good Morning baby.” He mumbled and quite literally stumbled over to the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a double shot iced coffee. His voice was thick with fatigue and rough from singing all week. You quickly set aside all the papers you found earlier and padded over to him.
“How late did you come home last night Joon?” You wrapped your hands around his waist, letting him do the same to you. Namjoon rocked side to side and yawned, telling you it was a lot later than usual. You inhaled his scent, smelling vanilla and a hint of oak, and sighed.
“Did you at least come to bed right away?” You searched his barely opened eyes and studied the way his honey brown hair stuck up every which way. He breathed deeply before giving you an apologetic look, also telling you no without saying anything. By now, you knew what look said yes and what sorry look said no. “Baby.. you work too hard, too long and wayyyyy too much. What were you doing up so late?” You pouted and Joon smiled lovingly before shuffling the two of you over to the table. He sat down and pulled you down to sit on his lap before drinking more of his coffee, letting the silence fill in the space before he said his first coherent thoughts of the day.
“I had a good idea.” He playfully said. “It’s a secret.”
The sunlight brightened and lit the whole living room with a gorgeous morning feeling. Although a little too bright for Joon, you basked in the light as you continued to hug your boyfriend softly.
Eventually you just huffed and moved to make some breakfast, but Namjoon held you tight and reveled in your presence while snuggling up to you.
“Can you give me a hint baby?” You caressed his head and ran your fingers through his hair, hoping to coax anything out of him. With just the knowledge of the title, now you were curious.
He shook his head while buried in your neck and hummed a no. “Mm- mmh.” You scratched his back and let the subject go knowing he would forget this secrecy and eventually blurt it out sometime.
The birds continued to chirp and the sunlight continued to shine as you let Namjoon fall mildly asleep against you, exhausted from all the burdens on him. You felt his soft breathing and hoped he was dreaming about sunnier days and less stressful evenings. He deserved every peaceful morning that you could possibly give him.
You thought of his song and the beautiful wood coffee table that it sat on, light in color and deeply woven with graceful lines. The sun tinted it orange and you smiled against Namjoon’s golden hair.
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