Cramps (RM x reader)

3

"Did I really make him think I didn't love him anymore?" 

 I ask myself quietly before tying my robe up again and seeing the floor numbers go up and up. Every floor up was just raising my anxiety levels, this situation was worse then the day my teacher 'called my mom' (even though she really just pretended to to scare me). Yet the last thing I had to worry about in that moment was the confrontation with my boyfriend. it was the sudden jerking of the elevator at floor 13? Something I didn't think elevators were supposed to do. I yelped the first time since it had only caught me by surprise. But the even louder sound of snapping put me in utter horror making me scream my lungs out and hold on to the railing that was always there for what seemed like no reason.

I was supposed be going to floor five, why was I in the tens?!

My head kicked into hyper drive as my adrenaline reactions kicked in, my finger pressed the emergency button while the elevator stood there eerily still. I was scared and knew something extremely bad was about to happen before I'd have the chance to make it out alive. So I productively panicked and went to the doors of the elevator shoving my fingers through the crack while sobbing loudly and trying to open it up. Although I only managed to wedge my fingers into the steel doors It was enough to see I was stuck. The bottom half of the elevator opening was absolutely black, it was the foundation of the elevator slot, while the upper half was showing the floor of what I assumed to be 13.

 I could crawl my way out of there if I could open it but I couldn't so I screamed and cried louder. I cried for Namjoon, just as the elevator made another noise. A noise that came with a movement. The 1 ton piece of metal slid down about three inches. I watched the thirteenth floor slide a little further away before hearing vigorous footsteps come from somewhere to the left.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Namjoon shouted from down the hallway and came to the elevator. I try to pry the doors open again in attempts to get to him but they don't budge,"Y/n, I'm here, I'm here!" He says just as frantic before letting out a grunt and wedging his fingers in-between the elevator doors with a growl. I close my eyes and before I could even touch the doors they slid open. I had to double take before looking up to see... To see Namjoon prying the doors open, All I could to in the moment is reach for his grasp and take a step forward.

"Namjo-," The elevator slides down some more and I sob as he leans down yanking me from metal death trap. He fell backwards from the force of his and my body weight combined just as the elevator slides down at a slow pace then plummets after something snaps... The cables most likely. A noise I can only compare to a bomb erupts through the shaft and I sob even louder. i scream and cry seeing people start to crowd around the two of us.

"Move out of the way, fire department!" The crowd doesn't budge, they were forcefully moved out of the way while I cried in Namjoon's arms not looking back at what was almost my death. Somebody reaches out to touch me, or grab me. One of the two. Just as the person does so my ears were covered.

"DON'T TOUCH HER," Namjoon screams to the fireman who jumps back in surprise. Although it was muffled I could still hear him loud and clear, it only added to the complete fear I was experiencing in that very moment. But gave me a sense of security as well.

"Sir we need to make sure she wasn't hurt,"

"Go fix your elevator. I'll take care of her," the sound of his growl was amplified from my ear pressing against his chest, not to mention the racing heart rate. Namjoon gets up and walks to the stairway and it was only then that I realize part of the door was off the hinge making my eyes widen while we travel up the next two flights of stairs. I couldn't stop shaking, it seems neither could he. I felt it, I could practically feel his pulse traveling through the veins of his arms. He had a blood pressure I thought would kill a person, yet he has proved to be quiet the resilient person.

"N-Namjoon," I whine in a traumatized manner. The grip around my waist softens while he opens the door we stood in front of.

"I wouldn't have let you fall," the steady masculine tone catches me off guard, at the same time soothes the rush of emotions,"I won't let you die," this tone sounded much more vulnerable, I could hear the crack in his tone. The vulnerable inner shell that was hidden away by the armor of adrenaline. The tears surge forward and he shuffles into the room, closing the door behind us before carrying me to the bed and sitting me down.

"Namjoon," I couldn't stop crying, nor could I let him go. I didn't want to be put down, I couldn't get enough comfort in the moment.

"Just give me a second y/n, you need some clothes to change into," his voice sounded even more traumatized then mine did. I had never heard somebody sound so dazed yet on the brink of crying. I scream and cry holding on tighter and shaking my head. Before feeling his kisses placed gently but strategically on my neck. Something to pacify my pain for the time being. The kisses made me scrunch up and stifled my cries in attempts to get away from the tickling feel. Then his head comes back up and levels with mine.

"you-,"

"I'm a jerk, I know," his tone had never sounded more serious and i sniffle before shaking my head and grabbing his hand and placing it on my cheek.

"you saved me..." His eyes well up with tears and he pulls me closer and into a tight hug not giving up the chance to kiss me. Then recites like a wave of the ocean. The shaking turns to shivering from a sudden cold. Namjoon takes an immediate notice and looks at my robe.

"Can I.... Take it off? Not... Not in that way, I wanted to give you some other clothes to wear!" Namjoon rambles putting his hands up defensively, bringing a small smile to my lips. I then nod my head and he lowers his hands to the belt of my robe, un-doing the soft, fuzzy belt. The beating of my heart discontinues for the few moments it takes him to unwrap the partially soggy trench-coat like garment, leaving me bare and even colder. Yet he wastes no time taking off his shirt and scrunching it up before placing the now ring of fabric over my head whilst sliding the rest of it over my body, making it practically impossible to put my arms through in time. It was warm, but dissatisfying.

"That was disappointing,"

"w-what?"

"Hoseok told me you were the most perverted one in the group. I thought you would stare or something," His jaw drops and the color from his face drains while I cross my arms.

"I-I am not! I have my moments just like the rest of us do.. I am n-not!" The whole ordeal seemed to rile him up in the funniest way, making me throw my head back with laughter and in satisfaction. This only made him turn his attention towards me. In a slow motion, as if he had suddenly entered into some sort of primal mindset.

"Oh.. I-I wasn't laughing a-at you.. I was..." That's when I knew I was screwed... Namjoon seemed to only coming closer and closer before completely breaching my personal bubble. Even then he didn't stop, barely even giving me the option or time to scoot backwards. The next thought was to dive off the side of the bed... Although as I turned to do so his arm blocked me in. I turn my head to the other side just as the opposite arm copies its twin,"wh-what are you doi-," 

Suddenly the changes pace, going from stalking to normal and pushing my body right up against the head board. legs and arms trapping my more smaller and vulnerable figure, eyes piercing through mine, lips... So close, but to far. I wanted to move myself yet the male who had put me into this disposition, wasn't letting me get the chance. He leans in, pressing his forehead against mine as his hands found their way down my sides to my hips.

 There was a fire raging inside of me, one that was completely put out with a small peck and the removal of the whole situation. Yes, he gave me a kiss and got up like nothing happened, leaving me sitting there in complete disbelief and a tinge of annoyance. He was a mystery, one I didn't think I could solve at the moment. One that had just calmed my nerves after a near death experience. One that loved me.