|| Enemies to Lovers/ Roommates AU||
Lindsay walks into the room, trips on absolutely nothing, and falls flat on her face.
That's just her luck, and she's used to it.
She was sent off to spend a week with the perfect teenage boy, Namjoon, whom she...
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"We would like to thank you two immensely for helping us to catch this culprit."
Officer Jeon firmly shook both Namjoon and Lindsay's hands while Jimin barked a range of orders to the crew of police officers gathered around the assaulter and secured both his wrists in a pair of metal cuffs.
Lindsay only nodded in response as she kept her head down low, not daring to meet the glowering gaze of the assaulter as he was taken away, cursing and writhing in fury. She took a deep breath in and exhaled, trying to calm her shaken nerves as her mind tried to process the terrifying night.
Fortunately for her, a team was already out on the hunt for the man when Lindsay had called for help. It took only a matter of minutes for the team to track her location down and arrive at her rescue in the nick of time. It was smooth sailing from there. The flabbergasted attacker was no match for the army of policemen who each had their finger on the trigger of their guns.
She nervously bit her lip as she gazed around the once deserted alleyway now teeming with flashing police cars and bustling people. She was sitting in the back of an ambulance as she overlooked Namjoon who lay on the outstretched bed. He saw his face twist in pain as the paramedic wrapped up his bruised arm. Her heart reached out to her roommate. She couldn't fathom the amount of excruciating pain he had to bear to keep the attacker from pouncing on herself.
She shuddered as the image of fresh blood trickling down his arm as the attacker stabbed him flashed in her mind. Lindsay herself had made it out with some minor scratches that can heal quickly. True, that though she was physically well, she would however be traumatized for the coming years from this experience.
Lindsay sighed as she absent-mindedly ran her hand softly through Namjoon's soft but slightly damp hair. Though Namjoon was almost conscious, he didn't have the strength within him to stir at her touch. He merely gazed at her through his half-lidded eyes before he fluttered his tired eyes shut.
"We have bandaged all his wounds and his bleeding had ceased. But we may have to take him to the hospital to further tend to his body." The paramedic gently advised Lindsay.
Just as Lindsay was about to agree with her, Namjoon's sore voice came through.
"No..." he softly slurred, struggling to open his eyes. Through his half-closed eyes, he managed to shake his head no at the paramedic. "I don't need to go to the hospital... I feel alright now. I'll get better at home."
"Oh. Namjoon..." Lindsay softly began, hoping to reason with him. "You're really hurt."
"He can return home if he wants but if anyone insists on taking him to the hospital for further check-ups, we would be happy to oblige." the paramedic said to Lindsay.
Lindsay gazed at the paramedic's gentle face and at Namjoon lying helplessly on the bed, looking up at her with a pleading look on his face. She gasped in surprise when she felt Namjoon gently grab her wrist with his good hand. Her worried hazel eyes met his pleading amber ones.
