𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝟸𝟸 | 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ☽

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It was an hour before Namjoon came back into the room, but I didn't bother them, only giving them time to talk as friends. It's not like Namjoon and I were that close with one another to share deep feelings, but maybe Jin could help him in ways I currently can't.

When Namjoon walked inside the apartment, he waved out the door, which I can only assume he was telling Jin bye when the headlights of a vehicle turn on outside our motel window.

Namjoon comfortably rests against the motel door, watching his friend leave in the night from the doorway.

Once he's gone, Namjoon walks inside and shuts the door behind him, locking it in place.

"How are you doing?" I find my voice, watching him from my sitting position on the bed.

During the time I was alone, I made the most out of it. I turned the light off inside the room, then turned on the small, television set, and started watching a movie while waiting for his return.

Despite everything, I think this past hour has been the most helpful to both of us. Namjoon got to see a friendly face, and I got to watch a movie in peace. Maybe there's a small ray of hope for us.

Either way, it was comforting enough that I was able to drop my guard a little, a habit I probably shouldn't be doing right now, but still did nonetheless.

Namjoon looks less on edge from the slump in his shoulders, to his heavy eyelids, and the way his voice sounds more soothing. He looks like he's about to crash at any given moment, and if not for my heavy attention on this screen in front of me, I might would join him.

"Better," he mumbles softly, climbing into the bed with exhaust while pulling off his beanie.

He lets his face meet the pillow, and before too much longer, I hear him begin lightly snoring on the other side.

I laugh to myself at the sight because I know he has to be worn out as badly as I am. The only reason I haven't followed him to sleep is because of the movie.

Turning back, I grab my pillow and place it at the end of the bed, while I reposition to lay on my stomach and finish the remaining minutes of the film.

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When the movie finally goes off, I gently stand from the bed and turn the tv off. I make my way back to the bed with the silence of the room now settling in until I realize I hear heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

I turn on the small lamp that's placed on the nightstand. I step quietly to the other side of the bed, seeing his eyebrows narrowed and his lips parted open.

He starts to thrash around, and I back away when I hear his sudden words.

"Yuko," his words are quiet, but I hear them clear as day. "You have to go,"

For a moment, I reach for my arm and think about pinching myself, but right before I decide if I should or not, he suddenly sits up breathing heavily while clutching his shirt tightly in his fist.

"Are you okay?" I ask gently when he turns and notices me standing next to him.

He says nothing, only nods his head for an answer. "I think I was having a nightmare, but I can't remember what it was," he admits, holding his head while climbing out of bed.

"You mentioned Yuko... from our project," I follow him into the bathroom, watching him turn on the light and the sink. He gathers water in his cupped hands and splashes himself to cool off.

Silence stays between us except for the sounds of water running.

"I think you're right," he finally agrees once wiping his face on a white towel. "The only weird part is that Yuko was you," his eyes meet mine in an instant, and I feel it.

"I've been dreaming like that recently, too. Except you were there, and that Jin person from earlier was in my dreams, too. Only I have never met him before. I can't explain it-"

"It has to be our nerves," Namjoon turns the light out while tiredly walking back to the bed, letting his feet barely move from off the carpeted floor. "Let's get some sleep. We'll be moving all day tomorrow." He admits while laying down again.

Maybe he's right, and it's nothing like he said, only nerves. However, a part of me feels indifferent about it.

I wait for a few minutes until I hear Namjoon snoring again, and then that's when I decide. I grab a thin, black jacket and step into my shoes while walking to the motel door.

I can no longer shake the thought away, something here is wrong, and I know it. I open the motel door and leave. The heavy door locks behind me, and I know there's no going back now. I need air, fresh air, and time for me to reflect on everything. It's so confusing.

Whatever is happening is getting closer to people I know, and regardless of the dreams, the public, or even the beast, I know that I need time away from the world and everyone who inhabits it.

I need time to understand what to do for myself, not following Namjoon around everywhere because it puts his life at risk.

At least this way I won't ruin anything for him, and I can decide my fate. I need time away, and then I'll come back to the motel. A small walk to clear my mind.

I feel the chilly air blow past me, and I slide the jacket on, pulling it close to me. Looking in both directions, I walk forward into the parking lot and then across the road to the other side where there's only a patch of forest.

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