"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells." -Dr Seuss
You have been abused for as long as you can remember. By none other than a man you should trust.
Basically, your life is Sh*t.
Could someone else possibly have it worse than you?
Could your...
Y/N shoved an old fleece coat over her tiny shoulders, waiting for me at the door as I slid my sneakers back on. "Let's go." She said.
Is it possible for someone to be so beautiful in a farmers jacket?
GAHHHH Taehyung! Quitit! I shook my head to rid the thoughts as I followed behind her out the door.
We stepped out of the elevator, onto the main floor as we saw Namjoon singing at the reception desk once again. He wasn't dancing though. Just singing his heart out.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Maybe we should-" "Shh! He sounds really good!" Y/N whispered. "Okay." I stood there at the elevator with her as we listened to Namjoon sing. He actually sounded super good. Like he'd done it all his life.
When he finished the song, he was breathing deeply. Namjoon punched the desk abrubtly and sighed. "Joonie?" Y/N asked. Concern filling her widened eyes. She ran up to the desk and snatched his wrist in her hands before he could punch the desktop again. She looked over his fist and saw deep bruises and split knuckles. I ran over to look at him. And I saw it. All of it. He had his hood over his head, but I could clearly see that he had a black eye, split lip, and a massive burn on his forehead, as if from a cigarette being put out on his skin. He looked me in the eyes from under his hood as Y/N was examining his hands. He mouthed, 'Don't tell her.' I frowned at him. 'What happened to you?' 'Nothing to worry about.' He smiled sadly, cracking his lips open even more, allowing blood to slip out. "If you're thinking I'm stupid I will bloody slap you, Joonie!" Y/N growled. She yanked his hood down. Tears forming in her eyes as she pushed him to the floor and yanked a towel from under the counter, jabbing at his face to stop the bleeding. All the while. Namjoon looked at the floor. Embarrassment, sadness, hurt, anger. All filling his eyes. What the hell happened? "First of all, when you sing like that it means you're sad. Second of all, you just punched the counter multiple times, and you're hurt. Joonie, what the hell happened?" Took the words right out of my mouth. Y/N didn't sound angry. She sounded concerned, protective even. A single tear fell out of his bruised left eye. "You guys went upstairs, and everything was fine for awhile. But then about half an hour ago, the doors burst open and a tall dude wearing ripped leather and combat boots storms in and starts punching me. A girl about your age ran to the elevator and went to your floor. She had .... long brown hair? Yeah. Anyways this guy beats me and asks where Taehyung is, so I told him that you lived about a mile east. Outside of the city. He ran off and the girl followed." He sighed. His breath coming out heavily. Looking for me? Who..... Oh no. Oh God, no. It was Louis. Eddie knew that I rescued Y/N. Oh no no no NO!
"Never let them in again, okay?" I said hurriedly to him. "Yeah, I figured." He scoffed. "Y/N, we gotta go." I said frightened as I grabbed her wrist. If Eddie was looking for us, he was sure to find us. He had guys all over Seoul. And if Eddie was looking for me....
