Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Rap Monster

"BTS's Rap Monster's hand severely injured?" You read aloud. Your jaw dropped as you carefully read the article and looked at the pictures attached to it. Namjoon, your boyfriend, had a white bandage wrapped around his hand. Fans were really worried about him. You knew he'd injured his hand before, but he didn't tell you he had done it again. You started imagining all of the worst possible scenarios. Did he break a bone? Will he suffer permanent damage? You try and shake the negative thoughts out of your head and decide to call him to get some answers. To your surprise, he answers on the second ring.

"Hi babe," he greets you with an exhausted tone on his voice.

"Hello, mister. When did you plan on telling me you hurt your hand?"

"Oh, this? It's nothing babe, don't worry."

"Of course I'm worried...are you okay? How did it happen?"

He chuckles into the receiver. "Yes, I'm okay. I hurt it during dance practice. It's just sprained, though, so it should be fine in a week or two."

"That's good to hear. What are you doing right now?"

"I'm waiting to perform."

You frowned. "You aren't resting?"

"I can't, Y/N. It's just a sprain, and I have to work."

"I know, but I wish you could rest. You deserve to," you sighed, "What time will you be home?" You scolded yourself as soon as you asked him that. You knew he would probably be home late and needed all the sleep he could get, but you missed him and wanted to take care his injured self.

"Really late, probably midnight."

"Oh, that's too bad-"

"But I could try and sneak you in?"

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, you could come over half an hour after I get back and sneak out before anyone wakes up."

"Are you being serious right now?"

He laughs. "Yes! Are you in? I need you to pamper me. I'm injured, babe."

"Oh, so now it's a serious injury?"

"Yes."

"I guess I have no choice then. You might die if I don't."

"Exactly. So I'll see tonight, okay? I gotta go. Love you!" He ends the call before you can say anything else.

A few hours later, it's past midnight, and you text Namjoon that you're at his front door. He quietly lets you in and immediately kisses you when the door has been shut.

"Baby, I missed you," he whispers against your lips.

"I missed you too. Is everyone asleep?" He nods. "Let me see your hand." He holds it up for you to see and you reach out for it. He flinches when your fingers brush against it. "Oh baby, sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Yes, but you can make it up to me with some cuddles and kisses." You laugh quietly at his cheesy comment, but nod and follow him to his shared room with Jungkook to get some rest. He lays on his bed and pulls you close to him by your waist. You kiss his forehead and run your fingers through his hair to relax him and help him fall asleep.

"Feeling better?" You mumble.

He smiles in content and hums. "So much better now. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, Joon."