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"So.. Macey, What were you doing in the club anyway tonight?" Namjoon finally asks.
"I had a tough couple days and I wanted a release I guess" I shrug.
"How so?"
"I felt angry about some stuff"
"You're going to have to explain more clearly than that" He grunts.
"How you spoke to me the other day in front of Yoongi.. Snapping at me.. And I fell over at dance today and was sent home" I reply back.
"Are you hurt?" He asks inquisitively.
I pull up the side of my hoodie, showing my bare skin and ribs to him where the bruising is. He reaches his hand out to gently stroke the bruising but after a couple of seconds he pulls it away.
He sits awkwardly for a moment before picking up our empty containers and putting them in the rubbish bin. He ushers me through to the lounge where we sit down on the couch. He puts in a random movie and we start to watch as the brightness of the tv lights up my dark apartment. I pull the blanket over the two of us and try to get comfortable. I eye up Namjoon's side wondering if he'd let me snuggle in. He catches me staring.
"You can rest on me if it means you'll be more comfy Mace" he says without taking his eyes off the tv.
I lean into him and he places his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer and making me feel safe. We watch the movie like this for awhile until my side starts to hurt. I wince and Namjoon has released his arm from me which is now trailing along my back.
"What's wrong?" he asks staring at me.
"It just hurts that's all" I say as I continue to sit up more straightly.
"Can you help me?" I ask.
Namjoon begins to help balance me but I loose footing and fall, bringing him down with me. I hit the floor first, with Namjoon falling next to me.
"Ow!" I laugh as I wince from pain, but I still think the situation is funny. Namjoon is laughing too. I turn my head slightly, and he must have noticed the bruising on my face as he came closer now leaning over the top of me trying to inspect the bruise.
"That bastard really got you bad didn't he" Namjoon whispers.
Emotions take over and I find myself starting to tear up. As a tear releases and flows down my cheek, Namjoon brushes it away from the corner of my mouth with his thumb. He's looking into my eyes with sorrow and he's brushing my hair. Slowly he starts leaning forward, closer and closer to my lips. I close my eyes instinctively and await what is about to happen.
