Y/n is a pediatrician who happens to meet Kim Namjoon of BTS. She struggles with anxiety, eating disorder, PTSD, depression, and self h@rm. Namjoon helps her become more confident as they fall for each other.
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Y/n's POV: He was coming for me. I was back to running. It seems like running away is the only constant occurrence in my life. I couldn't let him find me. I was done with him. I never want to see him.
I got the notification that he was 5 miles away. I open my tracker and he kept getting closer. Why can't I just have a normal life.
Then he was grabbing me, beating me, "wake up" he kept yelling. Tears streaming down my face. I could feel every kick. "WAKE UP"
My eyes shot open. I was cold and hot. My sweat mixing with the air from outside the blanket. Why am I not under the blanket, I thought. Then I felt 2 arms holding me securely to one's chest. The only sounds were my heavy breathing and the calming words from a man next to me.
How is he here? I tried to get out of his grip. He just held me tighter. "Y/n, it's me. It's Namjoon. You're safe. Calm down. It's okay." He wasn't yelling, but he definitely wasn't quiet. That was the only way I would hear him through my flailing and screaming to be released.
I calmed down and looked at my surroundings. He's not here. I exhaled. That's when I realized that I just had a flashback in front of Joon. I immediately held him close and started crying. "I'm sorry" we're the only words my mind could form.
"You don't have to be sorry baby. It's okay." He said it in almost a pitied tone. As if I was a puppy that was slowly dying of cancer.
"But it's not okay. Why can't I just be normal?"
"Normal's overrated. Besides, I like calming you down. It makes me feel in control." He said in a dominating tone. I tried so hard not to blush, but I failed.
"Umm... what time is it?" He looked at his phone. It was almost 7. "I guess we should go ahead and wake up."
He pulled me back down into his arms. "5 more minutes" I chuckledas I curled up closer to him, listening to his heartbeat. Then I softly said, "Okay, 5 minutes"
Soon those 5 minutes ended and he needed to get showered and dressed. I walked out to his kitchen and started cooking breakfast. I made French-toast with sausage links and strawberries. As Namjoon walked out of his room I was washing dishes. He snaked his hands around my waist. I gasped and flinched at the sudden touch.
"Sorry. I forgot" he started trying to let me go, but I didn't let him.
"It's okay. But don't let go"
I felt him smile and kiss my slightly exposed shoulder. "You can go shower and get ready for the day." I had already eaten and pulled his meal out of the microwave where it was kept warm. "Thank you baby" he said. It made me smile as I walked to his bathroom.
I hadn't brought anything to bathe with. I also didn't think I would have a nightmare. "Joooon" I yelled from the bathroom as the pitch of my voice slid up.
"You can use my stuff baby. I hope you like it."
"Thank you" I took a shower. I liked the smell of his soap. Mostly because it smelled like him. I got dried off and put on my clothes.
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