Rap Monster - "Stay Away" (pt.2)

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A follow up to the previous Namjoon chap, requested by chimjoon99 ♥ (sorry for the delay)

«a lil angsty, mostly fluff»

Two weeks after your rocky reunion in the park, Namjoon had texted you. A week after that, he showed up at your door. You talked. Well, mostly you were yelling and he glared into a mug of coffee.

"You're a piece of shit," you'd told him. "Fuck you." He was wearing a glove on his tattooed hand that he didn't take off all night. He would clear his throat every time he caught you staring at it. "I might not know what you've been up to, but I'm not stupid. Whether I need to be protected or not isn't for you to decide; don't treat me like someone you can just throw away. I missed you!"

It was a tense talk with emotions running high. You cried as he told you again that he couldn't keep seeing you. Your throat hurt. When he reached for your arm to console you, you ripped it away from him and fixed him with a venomous glare.

"Get out," you spat. He clenched his jaw and ground his teeth, but you'd pushed him to the entranceway, thrown his coat at his back, and slammed the door behind him.

Those tears were the most bitter you'd ever tasted.

You understood—heaven knows you understood—but you didn't care about what was logical right now. All you knew was that for whatever reason, he was staying in town, and you kept seeing him. But the more you saw of him, the less you could control yourself.

It didn't take long for him to go back on his word. He may have come off as a tough guy, but Namjoon had never been able to deny you anything. At least that much hadn't changed. He couldn't ignore you, and as your encounters increased, he lingered closer and closer until finally you awoke to your doorbell ringing at 1am.

"Namjoon?"

He pushed his way inside and locked the door behind him before grabbing your upper arms and gazing long into your face. You were staring into the eyes of a desperate man.

"Nam—"

"Listen," he cut in breathlessly, "I... There's only one way this is going to work. I can't— I can't stay away from you. Not when you keep following me and— "

"I'm not following you."

"I know I know, just..." he sighed quickly. His grip tightened momentarily as he visibly steeled himself.

God, please forgive me.

"I want to be around you," he pleaded, "I... want to be with you again." His hands slid down your arms to hold your fingers as his head dropped to the ground. "Please."

How could you deny him?

He began regularly sneaking over to your apartment in the early morning hours, and you'd meet sporadically on the street, but he would never acknowledge you. That was one of his rules.

"You can't tell anyone. We can't meet in public; if you see me, you don't know me. We can't meet in the daytime and never outside of this apartment. Don't text me too much in case my phone isn't with me, and most of all... stay safe." That last part was for him more than anything.

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