DUET - A Namjoon x Reader Fanfic

Chapter Eighteen - Chaos

Is that... Is that Namjoon?

Where am I?

I tried to sit up.

"Ow... Fuck."

Pain laced with an odd numbness seemed to fill every inch of my body. Especially my left leg and my chest.

"Y/N, baby, don't move. Everything will be okay... Just stay right here. They're almost here-"

Namjoon. Is that blood on his face?

What was he even talking about?

A man that I didn't recognize ran up to me. A paramedic.

Um, what?...

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I got out of the van, standing close to Namjoon and holding his hand. I had a weird feeling about this place, but I wasn't sure why.

Namjoon had the idea for us to go to a party at this bar, and we had all agreed. Now that we were here, I just wasn't sure about it.

I knew that if I stayed by Namjoon's side, he would make sure that I was okay. Him and the guys would make sure we were safe and all had a good time.

"Are you okay, Y/NickN?" Namjoon asked tenderly.

"Hm? Oh yeah... I'm okay." I lied.

"Are you sure, baby?" He asked in a low voice, trying to keep the conversation private.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I just got a weird feeling... But it's nothing." I smiled at him.

"If you want to, I can talk them into leaving." Namjoon suggested.

"Nah, I don't wanna ruin their time. I'll be fine, Joonie. I'll be with you." I said reassuringly.

He kissed my forehead, "Okay, Beautiful."

Our group made our way into the rowdy place, and found a table near the back to sit at.

A waitress came to our table shortly after we sat down, asking what we would have to drink. She gave us slightly weird looks when we all ordered pop instead of alcohol. After she took orders, she hurried off.

Upon looking around, I could see why she gave us weird looks. Our group was probably among some of the only sober people in the building.

People were dancing crazily on a dance floor, watching a ball game on a television, and cheering loudly, and just shouting back and forth.

"So you guys don't really drink either?" Namjoon asked, breaking the silence among our group.

"No, not really." Andrea replied.

My friends continued with casual conversation while the waitress brought us our drinks. I kept zoning out, cautiously watching our surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, but I still felt on edge for some reason.

I was finally brought back to reality when a firm hand found its place on my leg, "You good, Y/NickN?" Namjoon asked in a husky voice.

"Yeah, I'm good." I pecked his cheek.

He rubbed up and down my leg slowly, but continued talking nonchalantly with the rest of our friends.