I opened my eyes, dirty white ceiling and walls reflecting right through my vision. I scanned my surroundings and discovered where I really am.
At the hospital.
I felt someone's arm wrapping my waists so I turned around and saw a Namjoon hugging me.
What is this man doing here? Is this even allowed?
I grabbed his arms away from my waists but suddenly felt a force on his arms that hindered me to do so.
"How's your sleep, princess?" Namjoon's groggy voice ringed through my ears.
I admit, it was sexy as hell. But no, we're at the freaking hospital, not on his bed.
"It was good, daddy."
My eyes widened in shock. It was my voice. It was released from my mouth. But hell, I never thought of saying such bull.
"Good. So now, because you've been a good princess to daddy, you'll get your reward." Namjoon then pinned both of my hands and hovered above me.
He's on top of me now, gripping at my hands with that famous devilish smirk of his.
"W-wait, wha-what are you doing?" I stuttered.
He replied with a smirk and slowly attaches his lips on mine.
"Oh god, Namjoon-no-mmphh-" And when his lips went in contact with mine, my vision became all black.
I woke up in an extremely dark place, making shivers run down my spine, not to mention that I extremely hate darkness.
Suddenly, I heard multiple voices all over my surroundings. I covered my voice, the voices were all annoying.
It went nearer and nearer, making me more afraid. But as the voices go nearer to my ears, I slowly noticed whose voices belong to.
It was Jungkook, continuously shouting my name. I stood up and followed the voices, as if those were leading me to somewhere.
And suddenly, the shouts changed into moans. I froze.
Waves of flashback flooded through my head from what happened the night before I fell unconscious, especially the moment when I witnessed Jungkook with another girl for the second time.
I was aghast when I realized that the thought of Jungkook fucking other people didn't hurt me anymore.
It was the thought of him thinking about me whenever he does such stupidity.
I felt my heart clench again. My knees became weak, making me fall on the ground.
I was panting endlessly, clutching my hands on my chest while struggling to get air.
Suddenly, I felt someone behind me. I looked up and saw a mirror. There's Namjoon inside, smiling up at me. I helplessly reached for his hand. But I can't, because his hands were inside the mirror.
A sudden realization popped in my mind.
I'm not hurting because of Jungkook anymore, but because of my disease.
If I learn how to overcome this, I would be free.
I looked up again and was utterly surprised when the mirror broke, making Namjoon's hand reachable with mine. When our hands became in contact, my vision, for the second time, went all black.
And the first thought entered in my still fuzzy brain was; Am I still in love with Jungkook?
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Fanfictionit was when she caught her boyfriend having sex with other girls just because she can't, and one of his friends won't allow her to let it all pass just like that. a namjoon fanfiction. 2016-2018