Yes Sir (Kim Namjoon Fanfic)

~29~

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wouldn't believe it.

"What do you mean, he is out of time?" I asked, almost shouting at the nurse.

"Your father's illness has progressed to the point where there is nothing we can do but make him comfortable. He seemed to be doing ok, but he received some kind of shocking news, and it sent him on a downward spiral." She replied, shaking her head slowly. I felt like I could pass out, or vomit. I stumbled my way past the door frame and into his room, landing awkwardly in the chair next to his bed. I grabbed his hand with my own shaking so badly, sweat pouring out of my forehead. My mother was standing on the other side of the bed, crying hard.

"Appa...please, don't leave me." I said, holding his hand to my cheek, now wet with tears.

"This is all your fault." My mother sobbed, staring at me with angry eyes.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I cried, staring up at her with wide eyes.

"He found out what you were doing to take care of us. Selling your body like a common whore. How could you shame us like that?" she said in such an angry tone, one I had never heard before.

"It's not like that Eomma! " I argued, fresh tears falling down my face. Who was I kidding, that is exactly how it was.

"I..." my father squeaked out in his weak voice.

"What is it, Appa?" I said, sniffling and holding his hand tight. He loosened his hand from my grip with the little bit of strength he possessed and let out a shaky and weak breath.

"I'm....so.... ashamed of.... you. You... are not....my daughter." he said, with painful sounding breaths between. I choked back a sob, as I stood, trying to take his hand again.

"I love him Appa, it's not like that!" I cried, but as I went to grab his hand, the monitor on the wall started to flatline. I screamed, holding onto his shoulders and shaking him, barely able to see from the tears.

"You killed him!" my mother screamed at me, shoving me away from my father's body.

"Baby, wake up." I heard, making my eyes shoot open. I felt firm hands gripping my arms as I almost gasped for air, my eyes still trying to focus completely. I felt my body trembling uncontrollably, as my eyes focused on Namjoon's face close to mine. He took one hand off of my arm and raked it through my hair, while searching my face.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, still unsure if what I just faced was a reality or just part of a horrible nightmare stemming from my insecurities.

"You were having a nightmare, baby. " He said as he removed his hand from my hair and placed it on my cheek, wiping a tear away from my face with his thumb.

"I-I...my parents..." I said in a shaky tone, trying not to cry, but failing miserably as I broke down. He propped himself up a little more before pulling me onto his chest and wrapping his arms around me.

"Shhhhhh it's ok. Everything is fine." he said, patting my back and rubbing it softly. I nodded as I rested on his chest, squeezing my eyes shut in an attempt to block any more tears from coming out.

"It felt so real, it was horrible!" I said softly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, in a gentle tone against my head. I shook my head quickly, burying my face in the firmness of his chest for a moment.

"What....what time is it?" I asked, my voice still shaking.

"It's just after 2. Sorry I got home so late. You were already asleep, and I didn't want to wake you." he replied, still patting my back softly. I felt my body start to relax in his hold a little more as the shaking started to subside.

"I'm sorry I f-fell asleep. And sorry about this." I replied, sniffling one more time. He let out a slight chuckle as he stopped patting my back.

"Are you kidding? You do this for me all the time. I think I can manage calming you." he replied in a low but comforting voice. I let out a shaky sigh as I concentrated on the sound of his heart beating and the slowness of his breathing.

"Thank you, Namjoon." I said quietly, my lips against his chest.

"You're welcome, kitten. Now get some sleep." he said as he leaned his head on top of mine and clicked the lamp off with his spare hand. It took a little while, but I finally was able to fall asleep in the warmth of his arms.

I woke the next morning to my phone ringing, startling me. I rolled and quickly went to answer it, trying not to wake Namjoon.

"Hello?" I whispered, as I stood up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me quickly.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

"It's ok Jimin, don't worry." I replied, rubbing my eye with the heel of my hand.

"I just wanted to know if you wanted to come to a party that Yoongi and I decided to host. It is kind of a last-minute thing, but I figured it would be great if you could come! Jungkook and his boyfriend are coming, and I know you all are friends too."

"Oh wow. Um, as long as Namjoon doesn't need me, sure. That sounds good. When, where and what kind of party?" I asked, sitting on the closed toilet lid, holding back a yawn.

"Party starts at 8 but you can come earlier if you want and chill with Yoongs and I. It is at our penthouse, I will text you the address, and a cocktail party so dress kind of nice. Not like you don't all the time anyway. And don't worry about Namjoon, I will make sure you are free."

"Ok Jimin, I will see you then! And thanks for the invite." I replied. I stood up and walked slowly back out of the bathroom, climbing back into bed next to Namjoon.

"Who on earth was that this early on a Saturday?" he asked, his voice heavy and groggy.

"It was just Jimin." I replied, settling into the pillow. Namjoon grunted in response as he nuzzled back into his own pillow. He looked so cute right now, his hair everywhere, his face a tiny bit puffy from sleep. I laid there observing him and it was only then that I noticed something I wish I hadn't. On the side of his neck were a few lipstick marks, clear as day. I felt a sinking feeling and closed my eyes, turning away. I was so stupid. Why did I let myself think this was more than it was? I sighed and laid there for a few more hours while he slept soundly, thinking about how much of an idiot I was, and how I wished more than anything I could shut these growing feelings off.