Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to hate

Namjoon:

It had been an hour since he passed out, and I was pacing back and forth in front of his room. After a while, Dr. Yong emerged. I hurried over to him. This hospital is mine, a secret place just for my people.

"Is he okay? Is he awake?" I asked Dr. Yong as soon as he stepped out.

"He's fine. He'll be awake any moment. Umm, we should call his family, boss," Dr. Yong said. I sighed in relief, knowing my baby was perfectly fine.

"I'm his family," I replied, unwilling to contact his so-called father.

Dr. Yong looked at me, puzzled.

"He's my boyfriend," I clarified, and he blinked rapidly.

"Oh, okay. He'll be fine, boss. He'll be perfect," Yong assured me. I heard hurried footsteps behind me and turned around to see Yoongi.

"Is he okay?" Yoongi asked, worry evident on his face.

I nodded. We waited there for him to wake up. I didn't know what he would do once he woke up. Maybe he wouldn't want to see me at all, but I would stick by his side until the very end. He was mine. My love. My life. My darling. I would not leave him.

The doctor returned after a moment.

"Sir, he's awake. You can go see him." The words gave me new life, and Yoongi and I hurried to the room.

As I entered, I saw him lying on the hospital bed, looking so weak, his eyes devoid of any emotion. As soon as he saw me, his eyes widened in shock.

His breathing intensified. I ran to him, grabbing his hand in mine. I hadn't showered or cleaned myself, and I probably still had blood on me.

"Are you okay, mi vida?" I asked softly, caressing his forehead. He shook his head, trying to free his hand from my grip. He pushed me away, his breathing still hard.

"Sir, I'm afraid you have to leave," Dr. Yong told me. I didn't want to leave Seokjin alone, but I did for his sake. Yoongi stayed inside.

"Sir, did you both fight?" Yong asked me. I shook my head, still in shock from Seokjin's reaction upon seeing me.

"He's in shock, and I think he doesn't want you near him at this moment," Dr. Yong explained, and my heart shattered into pieces. It should have been a day for me to celebrate because I had killed my biggest enemy, but instead, I wanted to cry and scream.

"What happened to him?" Yong asked. When I brought him here, Yong was terrified to see a bloodied body in my arms, but the blood wasn't his.

He didn't know what had caused Seokjin to pass out like that.

"He saw us fighting. He was there, and he had a gun at his temple," I explained, my voice devoid of any emotion. Yong's eyes widened.

"That explains his shock. He's in trauma and will need weeks to recover," Yong said. I clenched my jaw to restrain myself from crying.

"And I think he doesn't want to see you either. You triggered his trauma," Yong continued, and I closed my eyes.

I hated myself for doing this to my love. I should have told him myself. How did he come there? Who told him?

What if something had happened to him? What if Daniel had killed him? What if I hadn't been there? What if I had been late?

"I recommend calling someone close to him. That will help him open up. He needs to open up, or his condition will worsen. It can lead to severe mental problems," Dr. Yong advised, and I felt a hand on my shoulder.