Smoker's Fix

Moonwalk

You walked into your apartment throwing your purse on your counter top and a bag of some groceries and a cigarette pack. You sighed and sat down at your counter and took a deep breath. It had been a long week. Not only had you been called to work a couple times but you were now swamped with work. Running a hand through your hair you groaned.

I hate and love this job. I love what I do but I hate the work with it at times. Ugh. I need a cigarette.

You kicked off your shoes and grabbed the pack of cigarettes. Staring at them in your hand you started to think to yourself: I promised. Well I barely know this guy so why does it matter? Why do I feel bad if I smoke? I've been doing this as a way to relieve stress for years! Why all of a sudden I feel bad? Is it because of him? That creepy yet good looking little prick? Why do I feel guilty?

Shaking your heads of those thoughts swimming in your head you came to the conclusion.
You're not going to smoke.
Walking to your bed room you slid open the glass door and threw the cigarettes to the floor. Walking out to your balcony, you put your head in your hands and leaned with your back against the railing letting out a low groan.

"What is wrong with me?" you said looking at the moon. You thought to yourself: I've been feeling different lately and its only been a few days. Why?

"Nothing's wrong with you. I think your perfectly sane."

Not answering, you shook your head chuckling at his appearance all of a sudden.

And where the hell have you been all week oh mystery boy?

Lifting your head finally you gasped. What you were met with scared you. He had a cut on his lip that looked new and a black eye and a few cuts on his arms and one along his cheek.

"W-what happened to you?" you asked, worried. Who would beat him up? What did he do to get that badly hurt?

"Nah, don't worry about it, Sunshine. I'll be fine. How's your week been?" he asked cooly, trying to change the subject.

"Namjoon, what happened to you? Who did this?!" you asked getting a bit angry at him for thinking you would just move on from the issue.

"Doesn't matter really. Now, how was your week?" he looked at you with a straight face.

"It was fine. Are you honestly not going to tell me what happened?" you asked getting even more angry.

"Doesn't matter, Sunshine." he said turning away, "Besides, I'll be fine. I'm a big boy."

"Come over." you said demandingly.

"Excuse me?" he said looking at you confused.

"You heard me damn well. Come over. I'm gonna clean you up. You don't have to tell me what happened. I-I just want to help you" you looked at him worryingly. You didn't care what happened to him. All that mattered is that he was fixed up before his injuries got infected.

"Okay I'll be over in a sec..." He turned around and mumbled, "Never seen you care so much." He went inside of his apartment to get his shoes while you went to inside to your apartment to the bathroom to get a first aid kit. After you got the kit you went back to your bedroom and saw Namjoon sitting on your bed.

"H-How?" you asked surprised

Did he jump from his balcony to mine?!

"Didn't feel like walking the whole way..." He says laying down on your bed.

The distance between our balconies are at least 3 ft. And we're 5 stories up! How the hell did he have that much courage to jump across?

Walking towards him he sat up straight and looked at you with a smirk.