Bruises || Namjin ✔️

13

"I don't understand it," I mutter, "it happened when they were there. They both heard it. Yet it doesn't happen when Namjoon is home? Why?"

"It could've been angry," I hear Minji speak through the phone, "Like I said yesterday, if you leave, it makes it angry. And if it's not able to touch you outside of the house, that means it hasn't fully attached itself to you. Yet."

"A-attached itself to me?" I look up at Tae and Yoongi, "what do you mean?"

"This thing is like a parasite. It feeds off of your negative emotions. Fear, anger, hurt. When you leave, you take it's power with you. You're the host, and as long as you stay there, it's going to keep feeding off of you. I know I said when you leave it makes it angrier and it contradicts everything I just said. You have to stay calm at the house. Take away it's strength while you're at the house. It's getting closer and closer, Seokjin. Soon, it'll be able to... manifest into something bigger. Please, you both have to leave."

"You know I can't do that. Not with Namjoon."

"You have to try to convince him. The research I've done... it doesn't look good. You need to get out."

I sigh, my heart tearing into two. "Okay, I'll try. Thank you, Minji. You've helped me so much."

"Call me if you need anything, alright? I'm building a team right now. We're going to help you, but we need you out of that house and a safe distance from it."

"I'll try my best. Thank you for everything. Talk to you later."

Tae hangs up his phone, sitting back in his seat. I pick at my dumplings, stress overflowing my body. My heart was banging against my chest, my breathing a bit heavy.

"Jin, breathe," Yoongi sets a hang on my arm, rubbing it with his thumb. "We'll be your backup for Namjoon. We'll be there. There's no way he can't believe you if we're there and we tell him what we saw."

"You'd be surprised."

-

"Absolutely not, what are you thinking?" Namjoon exhales, rubbing his temples.

"Joon, you know what Minji said. We're in danger-"

"Fuck, Seokjin, stop it! We are not moving again and that's final."

"Kim Namjoon," Yoongi stands up angrily, "you need to get your head out of your goddamn ass. Your husband has been dealing with this for over a month. He even showed you the bruises-"

"You two need to leave, this is between Jin and I," he demands, blinded by frustration.

"Tae and I both heard it. It slammed the door right down the hall. There's a reason why it hasn't done anything while you're around."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Because you're hurting me, Namjoon!" I scream, stomping around the coffee table to get away from him. "It feeds off of negative energy and the only reason why it's getting stronger is because you don't believe me! Even when I showed you proof!"

"I'm trying Jin! I'm trying. But I have work and I'm already stressed out."

"So work comes before family?"

"Don't twist my words-"

"It's not twisting your words if that's exactly what you said!" I yell, feeling the tears rise, "I don't understand how you don't believe me. There have been two other people who have seen it. There have been two other people who've told me were in danger! Yet you still don't listen! You're acting so selfish-"

"I'm acting selfish? Fucking great. Sorry that I don't believe your stories of a ghost in my house! Oh no, a haunted house! Let's bring in a psychic who is just using us for our money!"

I tried building up another argument, but my words were stuck in my throat. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to scream until he understood. But I couldn't. My head was spinning and the tears were coming down like waterfalls. I stared at my husband — the man who I was supposed to love, who was supposed to protect me — and cried. Because of him.

The room was silent, the two other boys shocked at how Namjoon had the guts to say that. They each glared at him, watching how he was breathing heavily. I could tell he regretted what he said. I could tell he was unsure of his beliefs. But he never spoke.

"Have fun sleeping alone," I finally break the silence, walking past him and out of the front door. I didn't know where I was going to go, but I was only giving it more power by staying there.

"Hyung," Tae says from behind me. I don't let him talk, I just grab onto him tightly and sob into his shoulder.

Hope was long gone.