Bruises || Namjin ✔️

15

I tug the rest of the sheet off, bundling it in my arms. I leave the house, ignoring the stabbing pain in my chest. I was terrified.

Sitting on the porch, I waited out in the cold night. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand anything. He has to believe me now. He has to. But what if he thinks I did this on purpose to show him false proof?

Anxiety was nipping at my fingers, my arms setting the sheet away from me. I stood from the porch steps, my hands tying around the back of my neck. Taking in deep breaths, I turned around to gaze at the devilish house. Gasping lightly, I notice a light on in our bedroom. I walk closer to it, stepping in the grass.

A strangled cry leaves my throat as I watch a male figure leave the room. Chills are sent up my spine, and I trip over my feet while trying to get back to the lit driveway. I fall backward, scraping one hand on the cement and the other landing softly on the grass. My heart was beating so fast it physically pained me to breathe.

A sudden car honk scared the lights out of me, having me jump out of my skin.

"Seokjin, what the hell are you doing?" Namjoon shouts worriedly as he exits the car to come help me up.

I tried to speak, but all I could do was open and close my mouth. He stared at me with his eyebrows scrunched together, trying to read my expression. He was still grasping my arm tightly, squeezing it gently.

The emotions that came flooding in were all over the place. I was angry, I was upset, I was so, so scared. Because of the chaotic emotions, I couldn't form words.

"Baby, talk to me, please," he begged, holding me tightly by the sides of my arms.

I took in a shaky breath, opening my mouth once again. "I-I... the sheet... blood. Bloody."

"Blood? What? Are you hurt?"

I shake my head, pointing to the sheet that was left on the porch steps. "Bloody. They're bloody."

"What are you talking about?" He let's go of me and walks toward them, picking them up and searching for the spot.

I watched as he moved the sheet around, mortified as there was nothing there. Anywhere. I hesitantly walked over, taking it from him. It wasn't anywhere.

"No, I swear... I swear it..." I couldn't make a sentence, the air was taken from my lungs once again.

My head was spinning. Was it a mind trick? Or was I crazy? Was there something in my eyes? Why was it there? It was there until Namjoon picked it up. It was there. It was there.

"Jin..."

"No! Namjoon, please, you have to believe me!" I shout, unconsciously pulling the sheet to my chest. "Please, no, god, it was there. There was a bloody handprint. There... it was there."

"Jin, there's nothing on that sheet besides dirt from the porch. Let's go inside, okay? We can eat and talk it over."

I shake my head, slowly beginning to take steps back. "I don't want to go in there."

"Lovely, you will be okay. It's late. Please, come inside with me and eat something."

After many intrusive and upsetting thoughts, I finally agree. He takes my hand and leads me up the steps, opening the door to Hell.