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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Sometime in between the deal and the date...
As I leave the room I'd locked my love in to rest, my mind immediately goes over everything that transpired between us last night. I immediately realize that I broke the new promise I'd internally made for her. I guess I am being pretty selfish right now, thought I'd never admit it out loud. I'm not trying to be, but I can't change the fact that I'm not completely normal. I'm angry and hurt, and I feel as though I have every right to be. I might not be completely normal, but there's nothing really wrong with what I'm doing. At least I don't believe so.
I'm just not used to her being so upset with me. We've had arguments every now and then; because I think every friendship has them, but the only other time she was this mad was when we met Yeonjun. After that, we've been fine. She's never been afraid of me; her own best friend, her new boyfriend. It does break my heart because I've never seen her so frightened by me, except that night at the hospital, but that was understandable as she was confused from her concussion. I can't believe she really thinks I'll kill her too. I wouldn't. I couldn't. I won't. I can't bear to hurt my precious little angel. But according to her, that's all I'm doing. Am I? I understand killing Yeonjun along with the two others upset her, but he deserved it, and so did they.
She called me a narcissist earlier. You know, after she called me an overconfident, and selfish egotistical brat. But I never trust a narcissist—I hate them. But for some reason, they seem to love me, so I play them like the violins that they are. And I make it look oh so easy because for every lie I tell them? They pathetically tell me three. Y/n is right, this is how the world works. It's black and white—the colors never even existed.
But you knew that already Namjoon, didn't you? No matter how colorful Y/n makes things, the world will always be grey. Didn't you ask for it? Didn't you want this? Her to be with you? Didn't you ask for it, didn't you ask for it?
I guess so. But if anyone wants to talk shit, then I owe them nothing. Y/n said I did something bad, but I don't regret anything one bit, because he had it coming. They all had it coming. If what I did was so bad, then why did it feel so good, hm? It's always some of the most fun I ever have, and I'll gladly do it over and over and over again when I can because it just feels so good. Y/n doesn't understand, but she's trying to, and that's okay. Sometimes, she will. It doesn't matter, what she says about how I acted when we first met Yeonjun or any of that. I don't remember things the way she does. The way I do remember it? She was trying to replace me with someone else better. Someone who isn't me. And I can't have that.
September 23, Eight Years Ago
-Namjoon- "Y/n!" Taehyung called. "Over here!"
I looked up to see Taehyung waving at Y/n who was walking towards our lunch table. Except...she was with someone. Why was she with someone? And a boy no less? Who the fuck is that? He was following Y/n like a little lost puppy. She waved back at Taehyung, coming over to our table with the mystery kid.
