Wrong number? || BTS

56. I don't know

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The morning sun filtered gently through the half-tinted windows of the black car, washing the inside in a soft golden hue. The city was still quiet, as if it hadn’t fully woken up yet—perfectly matching the silence between Namjoon and Y/N.

Y/N sat curled slightly toward the window, her eyes half-lidded as the rhythmic hum of the road lulled her. The exhaustion from the night before was catching up with her, not just physically but emotionally. Her mind kept flashing through images: the stage lights, Hoseok’s tense eyes, Jungkook’s clenched fists, and Namjoon’s steady hand reaching for her when everyone else had let the storm rise.

“You’re quiet,” Namjoon finally said, voice soft enough to blend with the breeze slipping through the slightly cracked window.

Y/N glanced at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I think my brain’s still processing… everything.”

He chuckled lightly, eyes still on the road. “That’s fair. Last night was… a lot.”

A beat passed.

Then she exhaled, the weight behind it deeper than just fatigue. “I didn’t expect it to feel so overwhelming. I thought I could just… exist around you guys without being noticed too much.”

Namjoon gave a small shake of his head, lips curving with something bittersweet. “Y/N, it’s kind of hard not to notice you.”

Y/N looked at him again, blinking.

“You’re not invisible,” he added. “Even if you wanted to be. Not with the way you carry all that noise in silence.”

She let his words linger for a while. They reached under her skin like sunlight warming cold fingers.

“Thanks,” she said, voice nearly a whisper. “For last night. For pulling me away when I didn’t know how to pull myself out.”

Namjoon’s hand tapped gently on the steering wheel. “You don’t always have to fight through things alone, you know. Not when there are people who genuinely care.”

“Even after how cold I’ve been to you guys?”

“Especially then,” he replied without hesitation. “People act cold when they’re protecting something… or hiding pain. Either way, it’s a signal. And I heard it.”

Y/N looked back out the window, biting the inside of her cheek.

For a moment, the quiet returned—soft, comforting. Then Namjoon added, “You know… you don’t have to talk about anything before you’re ready. But just know, if you ever want to—whether it’s about Elly, the contest, or whatever’s keeping your heart heavy… I’m here.”

Her fingers twitched in her lap, his words breaking something gentle inside her.

“I know,” she murmured.

And she meant it.

Namjoon kept his eyes on the road, one hand loosely gripping the steering wheel. Every now and then, he glanced toward her—just enough to check if she was okay, but not enough to disturb the quiet peace of the moment. He had chosen to drive a bit slower than usual, giving them both a moment to breathe.

A soft melody played through the speakers. Not too loud, not distracting. It was one of their calmer tracks, something with layered harmonies and a comforting tempo. Y/N recognized it as “00:00 (Zero O’Clock),” a song she used to cry to back in the days when life felt too heavy to explain.

Y/N let out a slow sigh. "I forgot how healing this song can be."

Namjoon smiled slightly. "It’s one of my favorites. One of the only songs I still listen to when I need to remind myself it’s okay to reset."