➳the monster // knj

F I F T E E N

"What am I gonna do with my shirt?" She asked him.

They were in her bathroom, back home. She had managed to wash the blood of her hands but her white shirt had became red.

"Throw it away. Wrap it in this, you can't have anybody see it." He gave her a cloth.

She took her shirt off, not feeling the least bit embarrassed to do so in front of him.

Soojin changed in pajamas, then joined Namjoon lying on her bed. She crawled in his hug.

"Do you think I'll go to prison?"

"No, you won't. I can promise you that."

It wasn't weird how confident Namjoon was about that issue. What should've scared her is that she couldn't feel him.

She couldn't feel his warmth, his touch or his body in general.

Hadn't she understood?