Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴏɴᴇ | "ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ"
⚠️WARNING!! This chapter contains some topics that may be upsetting to certain readers, including mentions of rape, abuse, and mild gore. If by any means you are uncomfortable, please feel free to skip this chapter.⚠️
-Namjoon- As I pull Y/n's wet, unconscious, bloody body out of the pool, and carry her soaking form back into the house to take care of her, I curse as my eye throbs. I mean, I don't even care that she's soaking wet, but I did warn her to stop. And yet again, she didn't listen to me. Falling in was her own fault. But now it's my job to take care of her mistake and help her. I'd just have to deal with my eye myself. I curse again. Damn. She hit me pretty good. Not that I didn't have any faith in Y/n's strength, but for someone who is sick, damn can she throw a punch. I'd have to clean up my eye once I'd taken care of her, and get her restrained of course.
So we'd come to that. I thought I could trust her to be free without needing to be tied up, but once again I've been proven wrong. So, I'm not taking any chances of her escaping again, especially after this. So, I'm not taking any chances of her escaping again, especially after this. I mean honestly, the universe has a funny way of keeping us humble. That beating was karmic. I know it. I did a bad thing today but for a good reason, and if there is any justice in the world, then you are the reward for all of my suffering. It was karmic for me beating someone else up. When we were in high school, well, when Y/n was still in high school, I beat someone up for beating her up. But to be fair, that moron started it. I only finished it.
My eye was hurting like hell. I guess I sort of deserved it, but my eye? It's probably gonna be swollen shut for a few days now. Damn, my beautiful girl and her strength. Damn her indeed. The memory of that incident runs through my brain as I carry her upstairs to the room with all of the medical supplies. Her careless running and pool-fall caused her stitches to split open, and my shirt was now soaked in her blood. I didn't care, I just cared about whether she'd be okay. So I was going to have to fix that. I guess I did get lucky the night guard at the gate wasn't there tonight. Otherwise, Y/n just might've gotten away. I'm lucky she didn't. But my eye—this incident, will now be something I'll always remember. The year it happened, was her freshman year of high school. I was a senior at the time, and it just so happened to also be the year she met what's his face. Insert massive eye roll here.
October 24, Eight Years Ago
-Namjoon- "Oh look, something wicked this way comes. It's the ice princess and her pet monster."
"Oh fuck off, Daehyun." Y/n retorts. "You might be the school's world-class math geek, but you're a world-class douche, and really bad at the insults game. Maybe you could talk to Namjoon about giving you some lessons in back-handed compliments." Y/n looks him up and down. "Yeah...you could use them. Really great try though," she mocks, the amount of sarcasm in her tone so visible it was dripping.
