I Need U

Chapter 9

The blonde shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, eyeing the ravenette. Meanwhile, the ravenette just stared at him intensely, as if she was eyeing her prey. Namjoon swiped the screen, only to come across another BTS meme on Raven's phone. He stifled his laughter, conscious of the female in front of him, staring at him with deep purple eyes. 

"Um, do you want your phone back? I just stole it because I thought it would be fun but your expression says otherwise..." he shuffled a bit, the ravenette's orbs following his every move.

"No, it's okay. There are only memes in my library anyways, some about your group and some about mine. Oh, and don't look into the 'Do not open except Cocoa' app section. You'll really regret it." Her sweet smile was creeping the blonde out. 

Why is she staring at me like that? He quickly thought. The blonde sweat a drop of water, as it trickled down his pale cheeks. Suddenly, she crawled right in front of him, scaring the living life out of him.

She forwarded her hands towards Namjoon's head, as she caressed his hair. Honestly, Namjoon found it pretty relaxing.

"So your hair is blonde!" Raven smiled cheerfully, playing with his hair.

"It's actually black, but okay." Namjoon closed his eyes, only to snap back to reality as the female groaned.

"I'm triggered." She stated, waking away from Namjoon.

"Wait, what, why?" Namjoon panicked.

"Your hair is supposed to be fricking blonde!" She replied, emphasising on the word 'blonde'.

"But it's black-" Namjoon started.

"I really wanted it to be blonde! Blonde hair really suites your face, your dimples, and not to mention that hairstyle with blonde hair which makes you look so hot-" Raven ended up coughing in embarrassment as she cut herself off.

"Really?" He smirked, "Well, I'm an Asian, so, I don't think that's possible anyways." Namjoon sighed.

"Yeah, well, I'm Asian too and I wore a blonde wig for a play, so, I think i know what you mean," she sighed, "I need food." 

Namjoon blinked in surprise. The ravenette made her way to her backpack and took out two packets of Doritos and two cans of Coke.

"Here, you'll have a pair of Coke and Doritos and I'll take a pair as well." The female smiled. Namjoon smiled back.

"No thanks, I feel full from the food at the plane." He replied politely.

"How the hell can someone be full from that." Raven opened a pack of Dortos and started eating as she sat herself down at the couch.

Suddenly, threatening thunder boomed and echoed through the room. The female is quick to flinch as she drops her packet of Doritos. She was frozen for about 10 solid seconds, remembering the events of that fateful day that someone close to her had died, before Namjoon brought it upon himself to shake her back to reality.

"Are you okay?" The blonde asked, clearly worried. She wanted to shake her head and say no. She wanted to hug him for comfort. But she couldn't. She didn't want to let him know her weakness.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just need to sleep." She breathed, trying to stop herself from crying.

She made her way to the closet with her treats and closed the door. Namjoon blinked. 

'She's weird.' He thought, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

"Would you like for me to sleep in the closet instead?" He raised his voice.

"N-no thanks...!" She replied, as much as she wanted to hug him and rant to him about her life, she couldn't.

'I'm sure I heard her sniffing. Is she crying? No way, she might just have dust around her. Well, can't do much about that. I'll just sleep in the bed then.' He thought, as he made his way to the bed. He turned the light off, only to hear thunder again. He remembered how she flinched when the thunder boomed. 

'Must've been a surprise to her.' Right at the moment, he heard a soft sob from the closet. 

'Is she scared of thunder or something?' He panicked. 'No, she can't be. Or can she..?' 

He took one look at the slightly ajar closet and decided to walk towards it. His feet creaked against the hardwood floor as he opened the closet door. The door opened to reveal a torn and crying Raven. Her eyes red and puffy from the constant tears, knees weak and her body shaking. Her deep purple orbs stare up into his own dark brown ones in guilt and sadness. 

He paused, not knowing how to react or what to do. He hated seeing her so upset, it brought a tang of hurt to his heart- yet at the same time, he couldn't help but want to explore this new side of her. He wanted to let her know that it wasn't good hiding your emotions, that she should just let it all out when it occurs. 

He embraces her in a hug after a few minutes of thinking. Namjoon rubs her back in circles and mumbles sweet nothings to her to soothe her. It seems to work as she stops sobbing after a bit and lets him hug her. 

"My family," she finally spoke, her voice clearly hoarse, "its always been in some sort of drama. They're always at each other's throats, throwing trash at each other and spitting horrible words. I get bad feelings when there's rain- and of course, there was a storm on the day when my uncle had died. Thunder loomed above, lightening striked in the dark clouds. I was terrified. I couldn't control my emotions, whenever there's a storm, I break down in tears."

Namjoon, being the slow-witted dimwit he was, took a minute or so to process everything she had told him. The blonde haired male nodded, understanding her cause and the issues she had.

"Let's go to sleep," he started, "that way you'll forget about the storm, and in the morning, it'll be gone."

He gingerly took her in his arms, attempting to walk towards the bed, but somehow managed to break the door of the closet with his stiff arms not even realising it.

She replied with a soft drawn out hum and pulled the covers over herself and looked at Namjoon.

"I'm still scared... Can you sleep with me?"

The blonde smiled and walked over to her, sliding himself in perfectly in the bed. He turns over to face her and wraps his arms around her gently. She lays her head in his chest and closes her eyes, drifting into a deep slumber. He stares at the wall and starts counting sheep, eventually falling asleep.