One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 42

So, I know I only have like 3 or 4 consistent readers at this point, but that's honestly enough to me. I was wondering if any of you would comment what you thought of the book at this point? Anything to say? Is it good, bad, could it use any improvements...?

I'd like to hear what you think. 😊 I'm open to any kind of criticism.

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~Seokjin's POV~

"Why aren't you here yet?" I groaned.

"I got held up in class, I'm sorry baby." He replied. "I can't talk right now, I'm driving."

"How far away are you?" I complained.

"I'm only a street away."

"Ugh..hurry up! I wanna go home!"

"I know, baby. I'm almost there."

I groaned in annoyance, before I hung up on him. I leaned on the gateway to the courtyard near the road, frowning as I saw his car come into view. He pulled up in front of me, and I stormed over to the car. I put my bag in the backseat before I got in next to him, slamming the door closed and ignoring his existence as I put on my seatbelt.

He knew I was mad at him, so he didn't even try to start a conversation. For some reason, that just irked me even more.

Whenever we got to the apartment, I wasted no time storming in and going straight to my room. I heard Namjoon sigh as he watched me go.

I threw myself onto my bed once I was alone, and groaned quietly into my pillow whenever I heard Namjoon banging around in the bathroom about an hour later when I was trying to take a nap.

"Namjoon!" I complained loudly.

I heard a pause in the noise quickly after, right before I heard a loud crash and a thud, followed by a loud, "Shit!"

I frowned whenever I heard the noise, and grumbled quietly as I got up to investigate. I went to the bathroom, and found Namjoon sitting on the floor naked with the shower curtain covering some of him. I glared at him whenever I saw that the curtain had a huge tear in it, but I decided not to scold him about that yet.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I crossed my arms, leaning on the doorframe.

"I'm fine." He mumbled. "I slipped and landed on my balls. I cut myself on something, too.."

At his words, I nearly laughed. I held in most of it, but a quiet snicker managed to slip by. He glared at me whenever he heard it, before he stood up. I didn't really get the chance to be surprised by his naked form, because my eyes quickly landed on his thigh that had a cut on it. Nearby was a broken razor that had one of the blades sticking out, with some blood on it. My eyes widened whenever I saw his cut, and I barely managed to stop him from moving when he tried to walk--and almost stepped on the blade.

"What are you doing, moron? Are you trying to cut up your foot?" I hissed, and picked up the broken razor. I threw it in the trash before I crouched down to look at his leg. "How did this even happen?"

"I told you, I slipped."

"The broken razor, I mean. How did it break?"

"Oh--I broke it awhile ago. I tried to toss it onto the counter to get rid of it when I got out, but I guess I missed. And whenever I slipped and fell, I landed on it."

"Geez--how are you this clumsy? Doesn't this hurt? You fell and cut yourself. How are you acting like nothing happened?" I asked as I examined the cut.