Bruises || Namjin ✔️

17

Namjoon has his arm wrapped around my shoulders as Yoongi makes us tea. Taehyung was on his way over, despite us telling him he didn't have to come.

"So you finally believe, huh, Joon?" Yoongi chuckles in irony, coming over with our glasses.

He only sighs in guilt, rubbing my shoulder, comforting himself more than me. Finally, after all the breakdowns and fights, he believes. And that's what matters to me. He knows he was wrong. He knows he messed up. I know he feels awful about it, but he believes us now.

"Do you want some ice for that, Jin?" The younger questions me, tilting my head back to get a better look.

"No, I'm fine. The tea should help."

"Alright. I'll go set up the guest bedroom until Tae gets here."

"Thank you."

Once he leaves, the room is deadly silent. It wasn't as tense as it has been, but the emotions were still floating around. I could tell Namjoon wanted to say something, anything, but he didn't know what.

I thought about everything that had happened. It had only been a month and a half, maybe two, and so much has happened.

What was I supposed to tell people when they saw us moving? What was I supposed to tell our friends and family? That there was a ghost? They would call me crazy — us crazy.

"Joon, what do we tell Hoseok and the others? What do we tell our families? Where are we going to live? We don't have any of our stuff."

"Hey, relax. We can worry about that stuff later. For now, just calm down. Everything will be okay. Don't worry."

I nod my head, trying to relax. My thoughts wouldn't shut up, they swarmed my brain, trying to figure shit out that couldn't be figured out, trying to control something we had no control over.

"We tell them," he speaks up, noticing the anxiety written on my face. "It doesn't matter who believes us or not, okay? I'm here for you now and I won't let anything else happen again. I don't care if they don't believe us; I believe us. Ourselves should be enough."

I stay quiet, noticing that he was struggling to keep up with his own thoughts.

"As for where we live... I'm not sure. We could always find an apartment. Go back to our old complex and talk to the manager about moving back in if someone hasn't taken the place."

A knock on the door ripples through the air, and it's quick to break open. Tae comes flying in, tackling us on the couch with a hug.

"Oh my gosh, I am so glad you two are okay! Namjoon hyung, you are very rude, but I'm glad you came to your sense. Jinnie! Oh- what happened to your neck? Okay, tell me later. I already talked Minji about everything and took some notes."

"Sheesh kid, slow down. Take a seat and call Yoongi in here." I cut off his ramble, patting his head.

He takes in a deep breath. Yoongi then appears, greeting him and sitting next to him on the other couch.

"So, what's up?"

"Minji is going to send in her team to keep track of the spirit. They're going to give it a few days to calm down first, but then they'll go in. She also talked to a moving company and will have your stuff moved to a private storage garage. You guys can always stay with me, too. Trust me, I barely ever sleep in my own bed. But yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it. She'll probably call you sometime tomorrow and explain it herself since that was only the gist."

"Thank you so much, Tae. For everything. You are literally the only reason why we were able to get out of there. If it hadn't been for you... I don't know where we'd be right now."

The four of us continue on talking until it gets late. Tae decides to sleep on the couch, Yoongi in his own bed, and Joon and I in the guest room.

"Goodnight guys, sleep well."

I wave night to Yoongi, closing the door and facing my husband. He was bothered. His eyebrows were clutched together and his lips were overturned into a slight pout.

"What's wrong?" I grasp his hand and sit next to him, the bed groaning from my weight.

His expression clears up, as if it had unconsciously formed into it.

"Nothing, honestly. I... I'm so sorry, Seokjin. I really am. I should've believed you from the start. Especially when it had pushed you into the laundry room wall. That should've given off red flags, but I just ignored it. It was wrong of me, and I'm sorry. Please, forgive me."

My eyes soften, my arms snaking around his neck to embrace him subtly. "I'll always forgive you, as long as you promise to believe me when I'm serious about something. It won't make sense all the time, but you have to try."

"I will, I will. I love you so much. All I ever wanted to do was protect you. I promise to always try harder than my best to protect you."

"Always and forever, Joonie. Pinky promise?"

"Really?"

I hold out my smallest finger, staring at him until a smile breaks out into his face and he locks our fingers.

"Pinky promise."

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