confused

pairing: kim namjoon x reader

genre: fluff, humor (if you consider this humor lol)

prompt: “so you'd dump me for... what's his name again? seabass?” “sebastian” “you don't even deny it...”

a/n: i hope i got your ult right :/ lmao just kidding, i’ve seen way too many of your breakdowns over the namtiddies not to know. hope you enjoy!

“Don’t go…”

It wasn’t usual for your fiancé to be so needy, but when he was, he could end up being the most determined person to make you stay.

Right now? Right now, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as you helplessly tried to get out of bed — his body being dragged to the edge of the bed for a moment as you tried to pull out of his embrace, only to have you fall back down onto the mattress, given his strength overpowered yours.

“You know,” you began, pushing a messy strand of hair off your face. “Some people need to work to be able to pay rent by the end of the month”.

“You can be a stay at home wife, I don’t mind” his words earned a glare from you. “Or do you prefer the term trophy wife?”

“Namjoon!”

“Just stay with me today” he whined, tightening his hold on you and resting his face on your chest when he felt you try to get up once again. “I haven’t had a day off on ages, you weren’t supposed to go to work today”.

He was right. The both of you knew today would be his day off, and you had asked to take the day off at work as well, which had been granted to you — or, well, at least at first, for then a foreign guy had joined your team and your boss had asked you to train him for the day, since you were the best at what you did.

So, here you were now, left alone to deal with one whiny hell of a fiancé and no day off to enjoy with him.

“I just need to go teach the new guy how his new position at the company will work,” you tried to reason. “I’ll try to be as quick as I can so I get to come home early and spend the rest of the day with you, okay?”

Namjoon pouted. “Can’t believe you’re spending the day with another guy”.

“Yah!” you lightly shoved him at his dramatic words. “I have to do it”.

“Is he attractive?” he wondered, no longer resting on your chest but locking eyes with you instead. “Maybe I could go with you. I know English very well, I could communicate with him better”.

“I believe my English is just fine, if not better than yours” the way you had playfully stuck your tongue out had him amusedly rolling his eyes. “I’ll be fine. And I’ll let you know whether he’s handsome or not after I meet him” you joked.

“What if he is handsome” he raised one of his eyebrows.