☆♡His Anti-fan♡☆ 《Kim Taehyung Ff》

14. Namjoon- The Healer

Previously on <His Antifan> :

Slut

I didn't hug Taehyung yesterday, he carried me while I was asleep.

I didn't ask him to give me a hickey today, he did it against my will.

I didn't hug Jungkook that day, he hugged me.

I neither attempted to ruin anyone nor I had such a thought anytime.

So, I didn't ruin anyone, but everyone ruined me today.

Slut

How am I at fault?

How is it my fault, even when I distanced myself from everything?

Slut

How come I am a slut when everything just happened to me?

My thoughts get altered when I bump into something, without looking at it, I move sideways and start walking but something bumps into me again.

"Saachi!"

Namjoon-ssi?

. . . .

Saachi

I can't let him see my face, it's a red mess, I can feel that.

I act like I didn't hear him and start walking away but he gently pulls me and bends down to look at my face while I start looking sideways, reluctant to show him my 'slut' face.

But my tears had to defy me as they roll down my cheeks and to the floor. I can't hide anymore. He gently pulls my head up by putting his two fingers below my chin.

"Oh my God, Saachi, why are you crying?" he takes a frantic look at me, "And why are your face and neck all red?"

"It's nothing, Namjoon-ssi...I-I just need sleep." I try dismissing him but he takes a close look at my jaw and neck. My face hardens as I quickly try to cover my neck with my hair.

"Saachi, what happened? Tell me." He looks at my neck again, "Did someone try to-" and I couldn't control my exasperations and tears of the day as I sob trying to not make a sound.

Namjoon-ssi quickly pulls me into a hug, "Saachi, calm down... it's okay, whatever it is, I'm here. I'm with you."

After a minute or two, I back away, yet sniffing and crying.

"Saachi, let's go to your room and you can tell me if you want about what happened, okay?"

"Namjoon-ssi, you don't need to-"

"Saachi, come." He takes my hand and we go to my room.

We enter my room and feeling the safety of my room, my knees just give up as I fall on the cold floor.

Namjoon-ssi quickly comes to me as he kneels and embraces me again as he pats my back, and this little comfort was all it took me to spurt out everything that my heart has suppressed earlier.

I cry and wail, cry, sob, wail, hot tears streaming down my swollen red face.

I sobbed for almost 30-35 mins and all the time, Namjoon-ssi was there trying to calm me down and telling me affirmations.

I move out of his embrace and his concerned eyes roam over my jaw and neck.

I take a look at the bruises and notice that the cuts are bleeding again.