Proximity| A Kim Namjoon Fanfiction [Hyung Line Book 1] **COMPLETED**

Finale

Y/N's POV

Soon after what happened at the hotel the cops and ambulance arrived. They received a phone call from a guest at the hotel and Namjoon and I are now sitting in the hospital waiting room waiting on news from Jimin.

"Why didn't you ever tell me anything?" Namjoon asks

I find myself able unable to give him a valid reason but words soon spill out before I have the time to process them.

"I didn't want you to feel at fault. I know the type of person that you are so I kept it to myself." I said

"You decided that all on your own? You're as selfish as ever." he says

"I don't want to fight now, Jimin is our priority-" he interrupts

"I'm still not done. You don't get to decide what I feel. You've always done that and it's one of the things I hate most." Namjoon says

"You hate me now? I guess sex was all you wanted after all." I said

"Stop twisting my words-" I interrupt him before he finishes

"I'm done, I'm leaving." I say as I get up but he grabs me by the arm.

"You're not going anywhere, not until we finish talking." he says

I struggle against him as I try to set myself free but it's no use. He's got me. Not just physically, but in mind and soul.

"I love you." I tell him as tears spill down my cheeks

He pulls me in for a hug, and I stay there.

"Are you Kim Namjoon?" the doctor asks

"Yes, is everything alright with Jimin?" Namjoon asks

"Yes, he's fine. He should be out in two days. As for you two, I would get home and get some rest." The doctor informs us and we nod then exit the hospital and head back home.

Outside the hospital though, there are tons of paparazzi and they all scream and shout at Namjoon various questions such as if we are dating, or if he's injured in any way.

I caused this.

I'm ruining the only things he's ever had.

His passion for music.

We get separated in the crowd and two cops approach me and ask to take me in for questioning. Namjoon pushes through the crowd to get to me but it's no use, I let myself be taken into the car and look out the other window as I ponder what would have happened if I had never come back.

~~~~~Namjoon's POV~~~~

"You have to take her out of there! She's not at fault!" I scream

"I can't take any action, your involvement in this scandal is ruining things for all the other members, think of someone else besides yourself for once." Bang PD says

"If you don't do anything then I will." I state threateningly.

"You're like a son to me, are you willing to throw away your entire career over some girl?" he asks

"It's because it's her that I won't give up." Namjoon states

He looks at me deep in the eyes and I hope he sees the determination that flares in them. I meant every word I said. She's the only thing I've ever had, and I won't ever let her go once I have her again.

He picks up the phone and makes a phone call.

~~~~~~Y/N's POV~~~~

I'm released from my cell and the cop proceeds to remove my handcuffs. My tear stricken face is the only thing that can't be removed, that and the guilt I feel over this whole situation.

I look up after I feel around my wrists for the cuff marks and I'm met with the one pair of eyes that make me more serene than any other vision.

Namjoon.

Namjoon!

I run towards him and I'm shaking. I was so scared.

"I know baby, it's okay." he says

Did I say that out loud?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I ruined everything."

"Stop talking and kiss me." He says and I proceed to do just that.

I hear a throat being cleared in the back and I'm met with Bang PD's gaze.

"I got you out but only under one condition. I stated that you were an artist for Big Hit Entertainment and I was trying to prevent a scandal from breaking out." he states

"But that's not true, now your reputation will be damaged." I say

"It could be. Or we could make it a reality and then it would be like nothing went wrong at all."

I'm in shock at his words.

Me?

An artist?

"And that would be the solution to our dating problem. You will get a lot of hate for it surely, are you ready to handle it?" Namjoon asks

"As long as you're by my side, I'm ready for anything." I reply

~~~~~~ 8 months later~~~

Y/N's POV

A lot has happened in eight months. I debuted as an artist, and the scandal died down after news was announced that Namjoon and I were together. The fans seemed to really like me, and soon we were being asked to do couple interviews and TV guest appearances together. I never would have though I would end up here. Eight months ago we were on the proximity of losing it all, and know we have it all, well I have Namjoon and if that isn't everything I've ever needed then I don't know what is.

I wake up off the side of the bed, and Namjoon isn't there. I head towards the kitchen and he's not there either. Our apartment is clearly way too big, I've even had to child proof some things because Namjoon kept hurting himself with them. I walk into the guest room and there is a single round box on top of the bed.

To keep you company while I'm not there,

                                                                                          xx  Your Joonie

Oh my god what if it's a puppy?

I've been giving hints non-stop that I want a puppy.

Did he actually get me a puppy?

Well, open the box and find out stupid.

I jump on top of the bed and stare at the box contemplating what it could be.

I open it and I find two big round eyes staring back at me.

It's a puppy!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" I scream

I pick up the phone on the night stand and call him.

"So you saw the puppy?" he asks as soon as he picks up

"YOU GOT ME A PUPPY OH MY GOD NAMJOONIE AHHHH IM SO HAPPY." I say

"I knew you would be, you've been dropping hints non-stop I thought I would finally shut you up." he says

"What should I name it?" I ask

"It already has a name, check the tag." he says

I look for the tag, and I see the name written on it and cringe.

"Namjoon we are not naming the dog Ryan." I say

"Yes we are I bought him, so I get to name him." he says

"I didn't know it came with a price, take it back I don't want it anymore." I say smiling as I finish my sentence

"You love to piss me off don't you? This is why we can't have nice things you always..." he continues on and on lecturing me on how the dog is his and I am his and how we both have to deal with it and do whatever he says. He lectures me for what feels like forever, but I can sit here and listen to him talk forever and I will for the rest of my life.

A/N: Thank you much for sticking with me though this story! I hope you enjoyed it!