Where We Begin & End II K.N.J II

Chapter 10 - The Call

A/N: Happy New Year? *nervous chuckle*

This is the shortest chapter I've written but I felt so guilty I had to update with what I had. Please enjoy and I am sorry.🥺

Love,

MsNoShelfControl.

--------------Namjoon's POV--------------

I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of my room, as I'd done hundreds of times before. It felt so incredibly mundane that by habit, I blindly reached a heavy arm towards the nightstand to grab my phone, only to make contact with something smooth and much lighter than the device.

The grogginess was completely replaced by alertness within a mere second as I accidentally knocked over the empty glass, sending it crashing to the ground and filling the silence with its high pitched shattering.

Groaning, I sat up and stared down at the mess on the floor. The shards were sparkling in the warm light like drops of gold littered across.

I was about to get up and start cleaning but the movement sent a ripple of pain across my shoulder, making me wince and pause.

Did I accidentally twist myself weird in my sleep?

I could vaguely remember a ridiculous dream of being on a cliff and being idiotic on my bike during a storm. Maybe I'd acted it out. It certainly wouldn't be the first time.

"Namjoon? Was that you?" The voice was as familiar to me as my own, if not more.

"Hobi? What are you doing here?" I called out and not even a minute later, his slim figure appeared at the open door. He cocked his head to the side and let out a huge sigh at the deceased glass on the floor. "I should've known," I heard him mutter to himself.

"Do you feel better now?" He addressed me, "Should I fetch the thermometer?"

I frowned, "A thermo— why would you even need one? I feel fine, just a little... sore."

Hoseok walked forward until he was standing right in front of me and staring down with a thoughtful expression carving his features, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I was starting to think he was pulling some joke on me, probably encouraged by Seokjin.

"You definitely look a lot better," He touched a warm hand to my forehead, "Not hot anymore either, so I guess you good."

I made a face at him while shoving his hand away and mumbled, "I'm always hot." to which he rolled his eyes before stuffing his hands into his pockets and stiffening.

By then I was starting to feel weird, the dream from before was starting to be more vivid. I saw the girl clearly in my mind, saw her smiling at me in this very bed over soup and bread, heard her soft voice asking me questions that made my stomach turn but at the same time lit up every nerve ending in my body.

Why do I remember everything so clearly... as if it really happened?

I glance down at the shattered glass on the floor and back at the nightstand where it initially had been, the memory of placing a full glass of water pricking my conscience, followed right by the emotional turmoil and dizziness that had gotten me right before I fell into darkness.

Gulping nervously, I look up at Hoseok and ask, "Are you... alone?"

I had hoped he would scoff in an offended tone and ask whether he really wasn't enough company or that he would laugh his bubbly laugh and tell me that Seokjin was somewhere in the apartment.