BTS One Shot Stories

Namjoon- Cold

Cold. Angry. Scary. Dead. Where’s the Namjoon I know? That crazy, happy, cute and lively man I used to be friends with? The man I grew up and secretly fell in love with? These questions seems to leave you dazed as you sit in front of the man you’ve known for years yet looked so strange after the accident he was in. He just sat there staring into space -- emotionless.

You remember how Namjoon got into an accident and left him comatose for 2 years. Gladly he did not suffer amnesia but the incident had placed a big scar in his heart. A scar he thought will never heal. But no matter how changed he is, you never left his side. You would do anything for him. You love him so much. It’s been five days now since he woke up and has been sent home since he miraculously did not suffer much serious injury. He was in crunches to exercise his numb feet. You placed a bowl of rice in front of him but he shoved your hand aside. The bowl flew of your hand, the glass shattered on the floor.

“Namjoon, you have to eat. You haven’t been eating or drinking anything since you woke up. You won’t even talk. Stop doing this to yourself.” you begged.

“What do you want to talk about? How my family died because of me? How much of an idiot I am?” He stood up from the table as he yelled at you and then he collapsed. You bolted to his direction as you noticed that his head will hit the shard glass on the floor, you got to him on time and catch him but your arm got slit by the glass. You did not care about the pain or your bloody arm you placed his head on your lap. You brushed off the hair from his face. You can’t help the tears fall down and while caressing his face. You mumbled to yourself. “Namjoon, you’re hurting me more when you hurt yourself.”

You placed his arm on your shoulder and half-drag him to his room. You placed him on his bed and the sheet got stained by the blood running down your arm. His shirt got stained too. You treated yourself in his bathroom leaving a great deal of mess. You then grabbed a shirt from his closet and carefully changed his clothes. You’ve been doing this since his accident but his figure still makes you gulp from the sight. “I should get used to this.” you muttered. You finished changing his clothes and brought the stew you cooked earlier and placed it on his bed side table. You tucked him in and calmed his wrinkled face with a kiss on his forehead. You held his hand and rubbed them as you sat on the floor and leaned your head on the bed. You eventually fell asleep as the tears stream down your face once again.

You woke up to a mumbling Namjoon. Tears were flowing down his face. You shook him awake and he jolted up clinging to you. Hugging you real tight as if he was scared for his dear life. His head buried on your stomach as he sobbed loudly and all you can do was brush back his hair. You were getting wet from his tears and your feet were numb from standing. So you stooped down to his level sitting on the bed and you wrapped your arms around him -- rubbing his back to sooth his sorrow and calm him down. He buries his head on your shoulder as he continues to cry. Somehow you wish for the moment not to end. You've missed how it felt holding him in your arms as he cries.

After an hour he already calmed down and you let go of each other awkwardly. Tension builds up in the air.

"i-i would li-like t-to eat no-w p-ls." he stuttered as to break the silence and tension filling up in the air. You smiled at him and said "I'll heat it up first."

You were about to grab the tray when he held your wrist and softly trailed his fingers on your bandaged arm. You winced in pain since the cut was fresh. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Did I do this?" he asked as he looked up to you. He looked at your arm again and mumbled I'm sorry repeatedly. You caressed his face again and assured him that it's okay and that you were fine. He nods his head like a puppy obeying his master when you told him not to worry anymore. You took one last glance at this pitiful man who is still tearing up before leaving to heat up his food.