Breaking In {BTS In School}

57. Trapped

"You didn't leave me."

"I told you I wouldn't, didn't I."

She almost smiled as she stared at Namjoon, breathing heavily with her back pressed against the door.

That had been quite an eventful night, and not in the way that she had expected.

Finally, she could relax from the safety behind closed doors, inside, with no risk of the teachers finding her out of her room. 

She was sure they were pissing themselves, no doubt in their minds that everything had been her fault.

Well, at least she left an impression on everyone she met here. That was a rarity. And even if it wasn't necessarily in a positive way, she thought it was better than nothing.

"It looked like you fell out of the window back there."

YeongMi laughed in embarrassment, shrugging her shoulder up, almost as if she was hiding. "Actually, I did fall. My hand slipped." She shrugged it off as no big deal, although her body was still throbbing from her less-than-fortunate landing.

Clenching her fist, she found herself realizing that she still held Namjoon's shirt in her hands.  She was made aware that Namjoon was still shirtless, and she had to fight to sudden urge to look at his exposed flesh.

It's not like she hadn't seen it before. No, she had pretty much memorized it with her eyes and hands.

But she didn't want to think about that. It was a one time thing, and she wanted to forget about it. Pretend it had never happened. That was the best thing she could do at this point.

Looking down awkwardly, she noticed his wrist, which had a ring of red around it.

"Namjoon, did you get cut?"

He shook his head, pointing at her. She looked down in confusion, before seeing the splotches of red coating his shirt.

She was making it a habit to bleed on other people's clothes, wasn't she?

Letting the shirt fall, she found her hands were coated in her blood.

"I must've missed a few bits of glass...."

"More like you missed all of it, jesus."

YeongMi winced as Namjoon's cold hands grabbed her wrists, holding her hands up so he could examine the damage.

She bit her lip and looked to the side, trying to ignore how close they stood now, his face tilted down to look at her palms.

"Well, I don't have a bathroom in here, but I have an idea."

YeongMi wasn't sure why, but she followed Namjoon as he went to his table, opening a drawer to grab a bottle of water.

She let him lead her outside, where he lightly poured water over her hands, letting the blood wash away into the grass.

Internally she was arguing with herself, but on the outside she was calm as she sat down on the couch, allowing Namjoon to wrap her hands up in gauze.

She wasn't surprised that he had it. With how much he hurt himself, she thought he should keep medical supplies in his pockets.

It was as if the situation had mellowed their previous bad feelings towards each other, but once her injuries were taken care of, they both felt awkward. 

But YeongMi's obsessive bleeding finally proved beneficial, and she quickly stood up, turning her back to Namjoon and briskly rubbing at the spots on her stomach and thighs where the glass had pricked her when she moved through the window.

She had done it so easily, but now she realized that she was almost flashing Namjoon, as her underwear was hardly suitable to be worn as a standalone outfit.

Still, she'd be damned if she let his presence change her behaviour in any way.

She was wincing and cursing under her breath. She was much less delicate to herself than Namjoon was - but why was she even thinking that?

"I think you got it, YeongMi."

She tensed, startled by Namjoon's voice, and looked down to realize that she was still rubbing the now cleaned cuts.

She dropped the dirty gauze into the trash before standing awkwardly by the door, her hand hovering over the handle.

"Hey! After that stunt, I don't think it's a good idea to wander the halls, they're bound to be waiting for any stragglers. You're better off spending the night here."

YeongMi hated to agree with him, but he was right.

Namjoon looked to the side in discomfort. "I have some work to do, so you can take the couch."

YeongMi was relieved when Namjoon moved over to his chair.

"Hey, uh, thanks for not leaving me out there."

YeongMi let out a small huff of a laugh, nodding. "And thanks for, you know, this," she waved her bandaged hands in the air, smiling slightly.

Namjoon nodded, immediately putting headphones on and messing around on his computer.

Curling up on the left side of the couch, YeongMi closed her eyes, allowing for her to go through the days events.

This was not how she imagined spending her night.

But.... maybe it wasn't so bad after all.