#wnrp

the loud ring of namjoon’s phone blares throughout his bedroom, jolting him awake. his heart is beating uncontrollably as he reaches for his phone, eyes closed and his mind still half asleep. without checking who it could possibly be, he picks up and presses the phone to his ear.

“hello?” his voice is groggy, filled with sleep as he greets the person on the other end. the sound of sniffles and small hiccups causes him to freeze in his place under the duvet. he listens carefully, taking notice of how the person on the other end is obviously crying. “hey there, you alright?”

“oh,” a small voice sounds on the other end, “i-i must’ve gotten the wrong number, i’m so sorry!”

“it’s fine,” he assures you, listening as you sniffle once again. “are you okay though?”

there’s a moment of silence. namjoon pulls his phone away from his ear to squint at the bright screen, checking if you hung up without him noticing. nope, the seconds are still going. he presses the phone back to his ear, shaky breathing clear through the speaker as he listens intently.

“you can talk to me about it,” he then tries, finding himself wanting to be of any help to this unfamiliar, crying girl, “if you want.”

“n-no, no,” your delicate voice stutters, the signs of consuming alcohol evident in the way you lightly slur your words, “i’m- i should’ve double c-checked the phone number before dialing. i’m sorry for waking you up.”

namjoon can’t help the little smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth. despite it being a thursday night and he has work in five hours, he can’t bring himself to hang up on you. not when he knows that something or someone is clearly the reason that you’re trying to call someone at 3 am in the morning.

“honestly, don’t worry about it.”

you sigh deeply. “well, i’m still sorry,” you mumble.

“okay,” he softly replies, leaving it at that.

calling this stranger was an honest mistake you made in your drunken haze but truth be told, talking to him about nothing at all is probably better than talking to the person you originally had planned on calling – the same person being the reason for your thursday drinking at a downtown bar with no one but yourself. except for the drunks you randomly had a conversation with inside the bar before going outside to sit on the curb.

“what’s your name, drunk girl?” he asks after a moment of complete silence, causing you to let out a laugh at the random nickname. well, there is truth to his words.

“_____,” you tell him your name without hesitation, “what’s yours?”

“namjoon.”

you swear you can hear the smile in his tone, wondering what exactly his smile looks like. his voice is comforting, soft yet deep and raspy due to you waking him up in the middle of the night. even his name gives you a comforting vibe. maybe you’ve called comfort in person by accident

“sorry for waking you up, namjoon,” you tell him, smiling a bit to yourself as you poke at a cigarette butt with the toe of your boot.

a small giggle falls from your lips as you hear him sigh in exasperation at your fourth apology. you know he already told you it’s okay, that he doesn’t mind but you feel bad nonetheless because being woken up at 3 am on a work night is not a nice feeling. you’ve tried it. you hated it to say the least.

“still don’t wanna tell me why you’re...” he clears his throat, “...crying over the phone at 3 am?”

he’s a stranger. you could basically just rant off your ass to him and never talk to him again, but you find yourself wanting to keep it to yourself instead of dumping all of your problems and issues on him at this ungodly hour of the night.

“not yet, no,” you softly say.

“fair enough,” he chuckles, “as long as you’re okay for now.”

you smile, “i am.”

namjoon stays silent, raking his thoughts for things he could say. you do the same. the only thing he can think of is that he’s reluctant to hang up because he’s not entirely sure you’re alright, and by the sounds of it, you’re alone in a crowded place. it’s strange, this phone call and this conversation, how you’re an complete stranger to him and yet he feels like he should make sure you get home safely instead of wandering the streets alone at this hour. he has no obligation to do so, but namjoon is a helpful person by nature – hanging up on you and leaving you to yourself is something he’d never do. especially not to a woman.

“is someone gonna pick you up?” he asks suddenly, just checking up on your situation.

you shake your head but you quickly realize he can’t see you. “not really,” you then say, your body still faintly buzzing from the alcohol you’ve consumed. somehow this conversation with namjoon has sobered you up a bit, the only thing you feel now is a light headache pressing on and the dried tear stains on your cheeks.

“i can get you an uber?” he offers, more of his kindness showing.

“no, it’s okay,” you deny his help, not wanting to be of any trouble more than you already are, “i’ll just get one myself, one second.”

you pull the phone away from your ear to open the uber app. you type in your home address before requesting and confirming. it only takes you about a minute before you get a confirmation that an uber is on its way. 

namjoon waits patiently, tapping his fingers on his chest while staring at his bedroom ceiling. he can hear a crowd of people in the background as you type away on your phone and he can’t help but wonder how you ended up at such a crowded bar in the first place.

“it’s done,” you say once you have the phone pressed against your ear again, “it’ll be here in ten minutes or so.”

“okay, i’ll stay on the phone with you until it picks you up then.”

you open your mouth to say something in return but no words come out. he’s too kind for his own good, you think to yourself. he’s willingly staying up to early morning just to make sure you get home safe. you must have some luck in your life since you accidentally dialed the wrong number and still ended up with the right person who, just because he’s worried, wants to help you. you smile, feeling your already broken heart flutter.

“that’d be really nice, thank you,” you finally tell him, voice soft and delicate just like when you first called him. namjoon smiles at your words, feeling like an utter fool as his heart skips as beat. was it possible to crush on a voice? if yes, that’s probably where he’s headed.

“no problem, _____.”

Lucifer laid on the kitchen countertop in a perfect loaf, her black fur glittered in the morning sunlight. Lilith however was sprawled out just below her sister on the heated floor, her tummy in the air, she was a siren of desired softness and fluff. Just begging to be gently caressed by human hands. Gabriel had a bandage on his left hand from an hour ago, having fallen to her song, like a ship of men crashing into the cliffs.

Beelzebub sneezed once, twice, three times. Gabriel looked up from his newspaper, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Bug, did you take your allergy medication yet?”