(Y'all probably wondering what the heck happened to Namjoon. What did you bet was going to happen to him? 👀🧐)

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—Namjoon's POV—
I set up the soft pillows on the couch, as I sat up for a while, grabbing my phone and scrolling through Twitter to see what's going on. My heart breaks as tweets about Taehyung come up in my feed,

I open the comments to see what they've all been talking about this cute photo of his.

'Cutieee!!!! 💕💕'
'His smile is my everything hshshs 💜'
'I'm sorry but he's the cutest creation in the entire universe. ✨'
'🍞 His cheeks look like soft bread. 🍞'
'Handsome as always. ☺️'
'You're telling me he's an alpha? HOW? 🥺'

My finger stops for a second and lingers towards the last tweet, it seems like that tweet gained a lot of attention and is being bashed on by a few. I'm not surprised since that can be entirely controversial, although I'm pretty sure it was just an expression about the person being shocked to think that Tae was an alpha. Trust me, I wouldn't believe it either, just look at the picture yourself and you'll swore he was the purest person you'll ever look at.

But there are also some times where his looks are not exactly for cute stuff, and rather more for hot stuff. You'd immediately mistaken him for an alpha, I scroll up to see more tweets as it showed the exact pictures I was just talking about.

For the fans' case, who wouldn't want to be dominated by that? I wouldn't question the fans. But now, it feels a bit more hot to think that hot stuff could be something to tower over when you know that stuff was an omega after all. Can you believe he was an omega? Somewhat expected, somewhat not I guess. A yawn leaves my lips with my eyes blinking with. I was about to lay down on the fluffy couch at the 2nd blink, but once my eyes opened, I heard a door open. By instinct, my eyes wandered towards me and Taehyung's room. I felt nothing more but surprise to see Taehyung standing there with the door open, he looked at me with a look of concern written all over his face. I could've sworn his eyes sparkled as our eyes made contact.

I was about to stand up and reach up to him, but I quickly stop my desire to as Tae probably didn't want to talk to me. Maybe he just wanted to get something from the kitchen, that could be why he's out this late. I looked down, breaking my gaze from him in hope for him to just ignore me and continue to the kitchen. Then a low voice spoke,

"Joonie-hyung?..."

I didn't want to look at him, but hearing his voice again, especially calling out to me, how could I not?

I raise my head to meet his eyes again, his mouth agape, as if he was finding words to say next. I give him a light smile, which was enough to tell him he has my attention. He breathes out,

"Hyung, please sleep in our room."

My eyes widen a bit at what Tae said, it's not surprising— I just didn't expect it. Does that even make sense?

"Tae—.."

"Hyung, I don't want to make you sleep on the couch just because of my insecurity... I still care a lot about you."

My heart flies at the soft heartfelt aura he was giving, why does Taehyung have to be so sweet? But even so, I can't give in— I know he's uncomfortable with me, or well with any of us, as of the moment so I won't give in. As he cares a lot about me, I care a lot about what he feels too, and I won't go down with what I intend to do.

"Taehyungie... I can't—."

"Namjoon. Hyung. This is the last time I'm going to say this and you can't say no. Sleep in our room, on your bed. Please."

His voice deeply follows, as he said it in a rather demanding tone, as the last word he said came out in a whisper. And what he said immediately triggered me to stand up to my feet, and slowly make my way into mine and Tae's room.

That was something hard to deal with the latter, when he starts talking like that, you just can't find a way to say no. The feeling isn't as if he uses that to hypnotise us to what he wants, no, the feeling is as if we've actually allowed ourselves to succumb to him.

Trust me, us saying no to Taehyung isn't something we can't do or anything, it's just... based on certain moments, you can just tell if it's best to follow him. Or if it is our desire as well. Saying no to Taehyung is simple— out of the rest of us, Yoongi's the only one who can't seem to do that. He tends to spoil the boy for some reason.

I shake off the thoughts I had in my head once I realised I was now in front of my bed. I stare at it for a while, thinking back to how I suddenly thought of Yoongi, I then grew worried about how the others will be able to deal with Tae and onto how they'll fix up things with him. I can't clearly say Tae has softened himself for me already just because he let me in our room, he's just doing it out of worry. I sat down and push my legs up my bed, trying to fix the sheets a little since it seems to have been dishevelled. As I pulled down the sheets a bit, my voice calls out to Tae,

"Tae..."

Without even looking at him, I somewhat felt as if he flinched at my sudden call,

"Why?"

I end as I hear the door closing behind me, with the usual sound of it locking.

"It's nothing big, hyung... I guess I'm j-just not used to the t-thought of not h-having you sleep here." He stutters, with me nodding my head as my response, looking back at the sheets I was fixing.

But then a sudden thought enters my mind as I remember that I had definitely organized my bed awhile ago, and that I haven't touched it all day. My head swiftly turns to look at Tae,

Did he stay on my bed the whole time?

My heart fluttered a little, thinking how Tae might've missed me even for a short notice. I realize that I have been staring at him for an awfully lot while as I notice Tae tremble a bit and stumble back to his bed. Quickly jumping on it as he pulled the sheets onto him, facing away from me. To my conclusion, he seemed flustered.

I decide to just let go of what I observed as a small evident smile finds its way to my face. I just couldn't get rid of the possible thought of Tae staying in my bed, in a form to try and assure himself about even thinking of me being there or not. Ah Taehyungie, always such a cutie— as the fans would say.

I turn my gaze back to look at him and was about to ask for the 'unusual cuddles' as he calls it, but I realize that he probably just wants some space right now, especially thinking back to what we brought up awhile back with the members. So I finally turned my back on him as well.

I let my back fall onto the familiar sheets I've always slept on, burying the left side of my face into the pillow. Yet before I drift to sleep, I notice a paper slip through the door.

I would go and get it but my tiredness was quickly taking over me, plus the paper might as well be for Taehyung anyway, it would be rude of me to read out a paper that wasn't intended for me. And so I let my sleep fully take over.

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(Did I really just throw a .5 chapter at you guys after I just posted one just awhile while back? 😭

This is a .5 chapter but why the heck is it long lmaoooo, hope you liked it tho~

omg it's like 1412 words, I—.)