Android Defenders (BTS Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

~Y/N POV~

For god sake I couldn't sleep.

Tossing and turning in bed I threw my covers off stressed that I couldn't fall asleep. No matter how tired I felt it just was no use.

Arms and legs spread across my bed I glared at my ceiling. Tonight was just too much drama for me. I like a peaceful life to do my own thing but it seems impossible having the robots downstairs and with my fathers occupation. Doesn't seem like it could happen so I'll have to adjust somehow.

As I'm in my thoughts about possibly adjusting to my new life surroundings, meaning the bots, I started to hear drilling and metal clanging together.

What the hell is that?

Sitting up on my bed I got up and headed towards my door. Stuck my head out the open door checking both ways up and down the hallway where the noises were slightly louder.

Stepping out I followed the noise to a guest bedroom that is set up for the bots in case they need it even if there is other rooms to use. This is the go to room for them.

Slowly I opened the door peaking my head inside and to my surprise I found Namjoon sitting on the bed upright but bare back facing me.

His arm was bent as well as his head bowed as if looking down at himself.

With a fake cough he quickly turned his head over his shoulder and stood up but in the process he knocked over a tray of tools creating a loud sound as they fell to the ground.

I flinched but stepped inside closing the door behind me.

"Sorry I startled you."

"It's okay. I should of been aware you were coming. I was distracted." Namjoon

He got down on his knees, face scrunched up as he starts to collect the tools on the floor. One hand covering his side that was oozing with blood.

I gasped and rushed over to him, swallowing up my slight fear o have of him and grabbed him by the shoulder, his bare shoulder may I add and sat him back down on the bed.

"You stay there, I'll pick it up."

I told him but he attempted to stand up again to which I pushed him back down by the chest.

"No. Stay, it's my fault anyway."

Thankfully he didn't try again but the whole time I was picking up all this tools and even a drill to put back on the bed, he was staring at me the whole time. Neither one of us saying a word but after I was done I put the tray next to him and pulled at the red plastic box in the floor.

It had bandages and such inside.

I eyed up his wound on his side and then removed his hand to see what the damage was. He didn't try to stop me or resist my touch but stayed quiet and stared at me intensely.

"Did this happen back at the restaurant?"

I carefully examined the wound, a penny sized flesh wound that was covered in blood. It seemed dried so he must of stopped bleeding. Somehow.

"Yes it's from the restaurant. There's a bullet still inside and I had to enlarge the wound with my drill to get the bullet." Namjoon

I sighed and sat up on my knees to get more comfortable.

"So all you need to do now is take the bullet out?"

He nods.

"Yes. There's a small set of forceps right there in that box. If you could pass them to me I could retrieve the bullet." Namjoon