Assassin X Mafia (A Kim Namjoon mafia ff)

9

The surgery was taking a long time. I couldn't keep still. I began pacing back and forth in front of the theatre. Every few minutes, I'd check my phone to see if Jungkook or anyone texted me. So far, nothing. The surgeon hadn't come out of the room in over 3 hours. A nurse or two walked in and out but were too busy to talk to. 6 years together wasn't enough. I wanted 60. 

Finally, after what felt like 10 years, the surgeon walked out of the operating theatre. I swiftly walked over, craving for news. The look on his face scared me. It wasn't a happy face. It didn't look like a face you'd make if you saved someone's life. I looked up, controlling my tears and prepared for whatever was to come. 

"Are you Namjoon's family?" The surgeon asked. 

I nodded. "His wife."

"Oh okay. Miss. I'm to inform you he's alright. Just needs a few months of rest." The surgeon spoke. 

I exhaled. "Oh thank you... Can I see him?"

"Yes, once he's moved into observation."

The surgeon walked away. The nurses wheeled Namjoon's bed into the observation ward. I followed. While they were checking his vitals and hooking him up to the monitors, I sat in the room staring at my phone. 

I texted Jungkook an update so he wouldn't worry. 

When the nurses left, I scooted the chair closer to the bed and held Namjoon's hand. There were scars left from where he clocked a few guys on his knuckles. He didn't go down without a fight. 

Seeing him lying asleep on the hospital bed, made me remember all the past memories we shared.

When we first met...

I was hanging out with Jungkook for a while, watching a movie then going out for dinner when he got a call. I asked him who it was and he told me it was his boss. So, he invited him over to my house after we had dinner.

When the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door, there was a tall, big, handsome man standing in front of me. Snapping out of this trance, I let him inside and we all got to talking. It didn't last very long between us. There was a couple times after that we met but it didn't go anywhere. I didn't think he liked me then.

When I told him I loved him...

It was a rainy day. I had come home from visiting my father's grave. The man standing on my front porch turned around and ran to engulf me in a hug. He didn't ask what was wrong, or make me explain anything. My head was buried into his chest. He stroked my hair.

For a long time, we stood there in the rain. Neither of us caring if we got pneumonia. When I parted from him, I looked him straight in his brown dragon eyes and told him the three words he had been waiting for me to say.

When he proposed...

That day was something I could have never expected. We had finished sparring and after a shower went to dinner with the whole crew.

Jungkook and I hung out after like we usually did. I went to open the door when it rang and Namjoon stood there holding a ring in his hand. It was the anniversary of when we first met.

I finished going down memory lane. I didn't want our wedding to be the last big memory for us. I wanted to leave this life. Settle down and start a family.

Seeing him motionless, made me weak. I didn't know what I would have done if I had gotten there too late. Knowing my rage and bloodlust, probably killed everyone and everything in sight. For the first time in over a decade, I let myself feel. My eyes got blurry and I tried to blink away the tears but it escaped and trickled down my face.

Before I could get a grip on my emotions, as if a dam broke, tears kept coming. I let myself sob. I had held in so much sadness that it finally met its tipping point.

I got to my knees and prayed for him to be okay. For him to wake up. I promised I would make Thyme pay for what he did. 

After a few hours, Namjoon slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to see me. 

"I'm sorry." Namjoon whispered. 

I shook my head, caressing his hand. "There's nothing to be sorry about." Apologies were never my strong suit. I never knew what to do when someone apologized. Especially if it wasn't their fault. 

He wiped a tear off my cheek. 

"You cried." He sounded surprised.