𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

knj : virtuous

summary: in which he changes for her.

genre: fluff

word count:  + 1.1k

continuation of the evil series.

"i never saw namjoon again." 

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sighing, i snuggled deeper into the small mountain i had built out of pillows and blankets, surrounding me as if i was in a cozy cavern, secured and protected from the bad, bad world. a world dominated by the evil, by war and destruction. with another sad sigh slipping past my chapped lips, i locked my phone and placed it on the nightstand. there was still no sign of namjoon, and as it seemed, the police was slowly giving up on ever finding him.

my mother had been worrying about me for the past days, constantly checking on me, asking if i needed something, and "we should go and see a doctor, this is really weird that your nightmares disappeared all of a sudden". nonetheless, i didn't tell her a single bit about my theory —which basically consisted of the knowledge about demons i gained from the article—, knowing she would declare me to be crazy.

i myself knew that this should indeed be deemed crazy—creatures such as demons didn't exist, and it was stupid to even believe an article like this. but, why in god's name, did the nightmares disappear after i slept in namjoon's arms? was it because i let myself fall, trusted a stranger? or was it because—? i didn't know, and it drove me wild. it annoyed me that i didn't know why, or how.

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"mom, i am going for a walk, okay?", i yelled, already slipping into my boots and grabbing for my jacket. my mother stood in the doorway leading into the kitchen, an apron wrapped around her petite frame, raven hair pulled into a tight bun, tired shadows lying underneath her eyes. "sure thing, honey, but do not stay outside for too long, will you? dinner is ready in about an hour, and I would prefer if you were here, too." I nodded—Of course I would be punctual, and on time. Something I had promised to be, and still kept that promise.

smiling one last time at her, i grabbed my keys and closed the door behind me. as soon as I heard the quiet click, i was surrounded by the fresh air of an early evening in autumn. it had gotten dim already, the sun long set behind the rows of trees lining the streets. only a couple of lamps threw a yellow shine on the concrete, the trees creating eerie shadows flickering in the warm lights.

a shudder made it's way down my back, and i wrapped the thick jacket a bit closer around my shivering frame, before hurrying over the abandoned streets, standing in the centre of the soft, illuminating glow, my frame casting a shadow onto the grey asphalt. it was cold, and my breath hung in the air in white, fluffy clouds. 

absentmindedly, i stared at the velvety blue sky, sprinkled with countless stars, and a couple of dark clouds, hanging heavily at the horizon. it looked like a storm was coming up—i used to love storms, sitting at my window with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders and a hot mug of tea or coffee warming my pale hands. as i sighed out loud, my attention drifted away, and my thoughts wandered away, and i began thinking of namjoon again.

wondering, where he was, what he was doing, and what happened to him. why he left, left me with thousands of questions lurking in the back of my head. i wished i could talk to him again, and finally get an answer out of this. 

"(y/n)?", i heard a deep voice, close to my side, and it came so sudden, that a shriek made it's way from my chapped lips, i jumped and turned around—to stare at namjoon. it had been such a long time, and he had changed so much that i nearly didn't recognize him. his hair grew, and the once greenish color seemed to had faded out, and now his locks were shimmering in a rosy color. he still looked good, with bronze-like colored skin, those dimples edged into his cheeks, and those plump lips of his.

"where the fuck were you?!", was the first thing i said, then: "i don't have nightmares anymore.". the other, much taller man chuckled gently, leaning against the lamppost in a lazy fashion. "where have you been?", i asked again, wanting to know the truth oh so badly. "everyone was kinda worried about you, and there was a big search by the police, and they asked all of us if we knew anything about you, and—",  my babbling was being shut off as i felt his slim fingers brushing deftly over my lips.

"i know, i should have told you. but not everyone's in for meeting a demon in real life, so..", the other shrugged, and by now, i noticed the reddish gleam in his once dark irises—just like they were replaced by a pair of glimmering ruby stones. "i'm—", i started, feeling myself backing off just the slightest, feeling intimidated by the sudden change of his demeanor. "don't worry. i can't and won't hurt you.", namjoon whispered, voice rumbling deeply in the depths of his broad chest.

"and why? if.. if you're a demon, just like you say, isn't it your purpose of living, bringing pain and suffer over the people, in form of nightmares?", i replied, crossing my arms in front of my chest, staring at him challengingly. "yes, it used to be. i wouldn't care about the people's feelings, i wouldn't care if they suffered or not. hearing their screams of agony would actually bring a feeling of satisfaction over me.", he sighed.

"but when i met you, and when i felt that you were one of the persons i randomly brought nightmares upon, i felt bad. it was something i never experienced before, and it made me felt irritated, confused. to me, you appeared so vulnerable, broken and fragile, just like you were made out of glass—and when my fingers would breach your skin just the slightest, you'd burst into thousands of tiny splitters. this made me want to protect you.", the other admitted.

"and.. you were the cause the nightmares stopped haunting me?", i questioned, now looking at the ground, my feed clad in rough boots. "yes. i wanted you to be happy and fine—this is why i left. i thought my presence could alert other demons, as we are known for inheriting no feelings, such as love or adoration for humans. they know, and they banned me. i may be a demon, but i am no longer able to bring pain upon the living. they thought it would be torture for me, but little did they know..", namjoon trailed off, stepping closer to my smaller frame.

"little did they know that it was the best thing they could have ever done to me."

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edited; 2017/12/02.

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