Yes Sir (Kim Namjoon Fanfic)

~27~

As the elevator door opened up, I felt the heavy rock in my stomach get even heavier. I felt like I was violating Namjoon's privacy and confidence by going to his doctor behind his back, but I couldn't stand seeing him like he was. I walked up to the half circle desk, as an older woman looked up at me over her glasses.

"Good evening, ma'am. Name please?" she asked, smiling kindly.

"Oh, I actually don't have an appointment. But, if at all possible, I needed to speak with Dr. Kwon." I said in a quiet tone. Her forehead wrinkled slightly as she scrunched up her face and typed into her computer.

"Are you a patient of his?" she asked without looking up.

"No ma'am I'm not, but I know a patient of his and I just needed to make him aware of something." I stated. She stopped typing and looked up at me.

"Dr. Kwon is not at liberty to discuss a patient with someone who is not authorized. I'm sorry miss." she said, letting out a bit of a sigh.

"I understand, but please. I don't want to know anything; I just need to tell him something. It's kind of important." I said in a more pleading tone. As she let out another sigh and started to turn me away, a younger looking man walked up behind her. He was very handsome with striking eyes and a kind smile.

"I'm sorry but Dr. Kwon isn't available." she repeated, looking back down at her computer.

"Says who?" the man said behind her. She jumped and spun her chair, facing the man.

"Oh, Dr. Kwon, I apologize. This young woman was wanting to talk to you about a patient and I was explaining the privacy issue." she said, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. He was Dr. Kwon?! He looked more like he should have been a model instead of a doctor.

He looked back up at me and cocked his head slightly to one side.

"What exactly were you wanting Miss...." he asked.

"Miss Kit. I was here needing to speak to you about a patient of yours." I said, swallowing. This was a bad idea. Maybe I should just make a run for the elevator.

"Ahhh, Miss Kit. Why don't you follow me back to my office." he said, a smile spreading across his face again. I nodded and followed him down a small hall to the door at the end with his name etched into the wood. He opened it to reveal a very large office with a living area and a fireplace. As large as it was, it wasn't really intimidating, it had a more comforting feeling about it. He walked to a chair in front of the fireplace and motioned for me to sit in the one next to him. I sat down and started nervously playing with my hands, feeling that rock sit dead solid in my stomach.

"Now, you are here to discuss something about Namjoon, I take it?" he asked, taking his glasses off and looking at me.

"Y-yes, how did you know? Has he said something about me?" I asked, biting my lip. He smiled at me and made me feel a tiny bit more at ease with his kind looking demeanor.

"I am not at liberty to say, but Namjoon has called all his assistants Miss Kit for a long time now. So what brings you here in particular, Miss Kit? And please, don't be nervous. Anything you say to me is strictly confidential." he said, crossing his legs. I nodded and swallowed, letting out a slow breath.

"I am worried about him. He is having nightmares, pretty bad ones. He doesn't ever tell me what they are about or talk about them in any way, but they have to be bad." I said, wrinkling my forehead and looking down at my hands.

"Can you elaborate a little more? What makes them bad? "he asked. I continued to stare at my hands as I answered him.

"He sometimes will be shaking, sweating, squeezing me tightly. Sometimes he calls out for his eomma, shouts about his Appa, asks others not to hurt him. He whimpers and when I wake him, he always looks so terrified. Last night, he even shed a few tears after I woke him." I said softly, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes. I sniffed and tapped my fingers at the corners of my eyes, trying to prevent them from falling. I looked up to see Dr. Kwon looking at me with a concerned and saddened face. He handed me a tissue from a box on the table in front of us.