run - kim namjoon ✔️

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I could see her.

I could see my mother.

I was running towards her, forcing myself to run through the excruciating pain of the stitch I had.

"Eomma!" I yelled as I ran to her.

She screamed something back to me, I couldn't hear well.

Everything suddenly turned black, I was screaming to my Eomma, while she was just...

Standing there.

Letting the darkness of the shade consume her.

"Eomma!!" I screamed.

The last thing I saw was myself tripping and falling.

Falling into darkness.

My eyes instantly shot open.

A white ceiling came into sight.

And beeping being the only source of noise.

I glanced around my sides.

On the left a window showing the city, medical machinery was also right next to me. The bathroom diagonal from my bed, and a table with fruit and meat type meals on it, along with Milk, Juice and water.

As for the right, it was like a usual hospital room. A curtain to cover my part of the room, and a chair with a sleeping Namjoon.

Wait.. Namjoon?!

He was sound asleep, snoring slightly at times, making me chuckle lightly.

My mind wondered back to my mother.

It was just a dream.

I could feel tears forming in my eyes.

Next thing I knew, they were streaming down my cheeks.

I touched my face, feeling the wetness of the tears.

"What's wrong Hawoo?" A voice said.

I turned my head towards Namjoon, who was staring at me intently.

I gazed back, our eyes in deep contact.

His gorgeous brown orbs, travelling around my own hazel ones.

He looked away, breaking the eye contact which I have longed for.

I sighed, disappointment flowing in my eyes.

"Why are you crying?" He asked again.

"My mother... I had a bad dream" I said, trying to avoid the subject of my mother.

"Your mother? Was it about your mother?" He asked.

I sighed while nodding.

"What happen-"

"I don't want to talk about it" I said, quite coldly.

He exhaled and nodded.

"I understand" he smiled and sat back in his chair.

I smiled at his respect and laid turned my head to the other direction, looking at the city view.

"Why am I here?" I asked out of no where.

"What?" He asked.

"Why am I here? Like why am I in the hospital?" I asked turning my head back towards him.

"You blacked out after I stopped you from-" he stopped and looked down.

"Trying to shoot myself?" I asked, he nodded and looked down at his fingers.