Y/n's POV
"How do I look jo***?"
"You look... Beautiful"
"Thanks dumbass"
"St-stop it... Y-you are hurting me"
"Is this some kind of a prank?"
"I am sorry"
"I-I love you"
"I can't help it"
"Ugghhhh~~"
"No, please"
I stirred up from my sleep again.
What was this nightmare? Who were those smiling faces which were wrecked into states they couldn't built up from. What is their story, am I one of them?
The headache was bearable this time so I tried digging through my memory to find out what happened but ofcourse I don't remember anything like that but then it all struck me.
"NAMJOON!!!"
Something was VERY wrong with namjoon
I mean how come his whole persona change from a manly, overconfident and extremely annoying buff dude to a timid, frightened and crying little boy.
I opened my eyes, I had to clear it all up with him and understand what had happened back there and what was wrong with him?
But first I need to understand myself, Why? Why did I not think twice before leaping and almost giving my life for him? Why did I even care for him when my own life was at stake? Why did I think about him before me? What am I missing out?
When I looked around he was sitting next to me again he was dazed out looking at the wall in front of him... Still and unmoving. Fear was evident on his face but what was he so afraid of?
"What time is it?" I asked curious to know how long have I been crashed out.
"It's midnight" he answered with a straight face. "Why the long face though?" I mumbled, "Do you know what you just did out there? You tried to give your life" he said seriously
"And save yours" I retorted "You're welcome" I was still laying in my bed, my body a little sore from all the laying down but when I saw his expressions it pulled a laugh out of me.
I love to see the "really" expression on his face it makes me crack up "Are you crazy or something why are you laughing while you are wrapped like a mummy and why in the world did you do that?" He wanted an answer which I didn't have myself
"You know that I am and You are welcome again" he pulled his hair getting frustrated. "Don't pull your hair you already have less" he glared at me "OK, I did that because you started acting weird in the middle of the battle and you could have died or most probably be in a coffin right now, I had to do it to save your life" I said in one breath
"I think the painkillers have gatten to your head"
"I don't care about your opinion anyway"
"Oh you don't? Then do you know what would have happened if you were dead? I would have lived in regret for the rest of my life" he sincerely said his voice cracking
"or I might have not even lived" his voice a mere whisper but I heard his words loud and clear in the hustle bustle of the busy camp. His eyes were shining with unshed tears making me gulp all the playfulness down.
"Don't...if I died in your place don't regret it, it was my decision to make, my choice to save your life by offering mine. If you would regret living then was my sacrifice worth it? No right?" I said shocking myself with the emotional words but these emotions come out involuntarily whenever he is emotional.
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The Missing Piece
Fanfiction"Clutching the bedsheets, tears streaming down my eyes, my body shuddering with pain yet I gave myself to him. I spread my legs for someone I loved, I gave the only thing that was mine to him for him. To save him I had to do it. Though he doesn't kn...
