Broken//Kim Namjoon

15; The Love Man pt. 2

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A/N That's what I imagined Myun

"Let me get this straight, you were taking her on a big fancy date, but you had a stroke of anxiety, so you chickened, and she caught you snogging the bartender, she's sad, and turned into a human skeleton, aaaand now she doesn't want to see you," he said, all the while waving his french fry around.

"Yes, she literally hired someone to keep me out of the shop, Myun," he groaned, putting his head in his hands. "I've tried to get in but Myunghoon won't let me through."

"You've really messed up, Namjoon," he said taking a bite of his sandwich. He wiped his mouth, and paused thoughtfully. "But why are you worrying? So what if you can't get through the front? You didn't even meet her through the front," he said. Namjoon's eyes widened. He hadn't met her through the front of the shop, but the alleyway behind it. He stood up suddenly, making his chair fall behind me.

"Myun, drop me off at the Grand Busan Hotel."

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The sound of nearly one hundred feet thundered on the sidewalks of Busan, Namjoon nearly laughing his head off at how stupid this plan was. Yet, at the same time, his adrenaline levels spiked.

He was a good fifteen to twenty feet ahead of them, and so close to the alley. Just a few more turns. Namjoon glanced behind him, just to check on them. He saw a few trip over themselves, and he felt the urge to go back and help, but he knew he'd be consumed by the fans.

Namjoon turned the last corner and ran straight into the alley. He spotter her cameras, which had their red lights on, signaling that they were recording. He slammed into the wall, putting his back against the door. He knocked harshly, but no one answered. Namjoon looked at the camera desperately.

"Athena, I know you're watching. Let me in," he begged. "I know I was stupid, but c'mon, open up!" His palms were shaking know, and he heard them bang on the door gently. The fans were at the entrance to the alleyway now, and it would be a matter of seconds before the got to him. Anxiety coursed through his veins, uncertainty in his plan now coming to light. What if she didn't open up?

He had only five seconds at best. Four. Namjoon shut his eyes tightly. Three. He began muttering prayers under his breath, making his final words. Two. Goodbye world... Then he felt it. Someone tugged at the back of his shirt viscously, throwing him to the floor. He heard the metal door closing behind him, and everything slowed as he remembered the first time this had happened. He stood up.

"Athena!" he said, going to her. She had already locked the door, and was in her workshop, heading to the back where the stairs were placed. "Please stay." She froze, as if just hearing his voice pained her. "I need to talk to you. We're all worried about you."

"You shouldn't be, I'm fine," she said, even though her thin wrists begged to differ.

"What do you mean you're fine? You're brok-" he cut himself off, almost letting his words slip out. They were unusual words to most, but he had used the phrase so many times it just slipped. But she knew what he wanted to say and turned around, her tired eyes furious.

"Finish that sentence, I dare you," her voice was low, and threatening, mostly devoid of emotion, and yet that made it ten times more terrifying in Namjoon's eyes. This was not the girl he fell in love with. "You were going to say broken, weren't you? Well let me set this straight, I am not broken. What you did, fixed me. I was a silly dreamer before, blinded by realities that weren't our own, that couldn't possibly be true. I thought that it could be true. I thought that an idol could truly fall for someone like me. Now... now I see. Now, I am fixed." She finished and turned around. "You can call a taxi when the crowds die down," she added softly. The metal staircase creaked under her feet as she began to walk up them.

"So that's it?" he blurted, afraid that if she left up those steps, he'd lose her forever. She froze once again, waiting for him to continue. He racked his brain for something to say. "What about my polaroid?" Her head was turned to the side, and he swore he could see her purse her lips.

"The camera's on my desk," she said quietly, continuing up the staircase, although Namjoon was now smiling, not one of happiness, but one of hope. Quickly, he took the photo, scribbled something on it with a sharpie, and pinned it to her board, next to all his other photos. Then, he walked out, saying farewell to Myunghoon, wishing and hoping she'd see it.

When she heard the door close, Athena knew he was gone. She sat at her bay window, watching him go. Myunghoon came up almost a few seconds later.

"What was that? I thought he wasn't supposed to come here?" he said, frowning at her. She didn't tear her eyes away from the window.

"He came through the back alley system. Namjoon was just another idol passing through," she said, still not looking at him. Myunghoon frowned.

"That's not what his signature says," he said. FInally, Athena looked at him.

"What?!" she asked, turning towards him, letting her feet hit the floor. She stood up and hurried down the stairs, Myunghoon following closely. Athena practically jumped the last few steps, despite how weak she was. She looked at her board. Despite being filled with pictures, she was able to pick out Namjoon's face instantly. Seeing his row of photographs made her pause. Just a picture of him was enough to make her heart ache, because she knew she had loved that face once. Athena shook her head, looking at the signature.

Let me fix you,

please.

Nightskye Park, tomorrow. 7:00

Athena stared at the polaroid in her fingers with a blank expression. Myung looked at it over her shoulder.

"You aren't going to go, are you?" Myunghoon asked skeptically. Athena pursed her lips.

"Of course not," she said, pinning the photograph back on the board and going back upstairs. Myung, however, wasn't convinced. His ring tone sang, and he pulled it out. 'Jin Hyung .'

He slid the accept bar and held the phone to his ear. "Yes Jin?" he asked, leaning back on her desk.

"How is she? Have you seen her?" he asked, spitting rapid-fire questions at him.

"Woah, calm down. Yes, she still isn't eating much, but I saw her. Namjoon came by, through the back. She wasn't happy about it," he told his friend.

"How did that go? Did she say something to him?" Jin asked in an amused tone, but on the inside, he was on edge, hoping that Namjoon had managed to get to her.

"Ooooh yeah," he said. "She tried not to show it, but she would've blown up on him if he hadn't left one minute earlier."

On the other side, Jin was biting his nails. "Did he ask her anything? Or apologized? Something like that."

Myunghoon sighed. "Yes. He asked her out. With a note."

"Well what did she say? Do you think she's going to go?" Jin asked, flopping on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

There was a long silence. "Seokjin... Athena still loves him. She may think she hates him, and I can't deny that, but it's only because somewhere, she's still deeply in love with the boy. It's fading, and I don't know how long it will last."

Heavy silence followed, weighing both of them down. "Thanks, Myung," Jin said softly. He hung up, tossing the phone on his sheets and standing up. Jin went to the living room, and sat by the couch, near the buzzer, so he could hear if Namjoon decided to come in.

But Namjoon never came. Jin sat there for six hours, only standing up to make and eat dinner. He called the younger one several times, but he never picked up.

Ping!

The sound made Jin jump, due to the long silence that had previously filled the apartment. He scrambled to turn the phone on.

1 New Message From Namjoon

He opened the phone and went to messages. Jin frowned.

I'm not coming home.

Delivered 10:34

"Namjoon... where are you?"