Numb; Yoonmin + Namjin

Chapter 8: Part 1

SEOKJIN POV

I was so angry right now.

Those stupid, good for nothing, hoes, fake boobed, burnt plastic smelling, girls. I thought as I walked down the hall.

I was ready to punch anyone in my way as I walked down stairs, not knowing where I was headed.

I heard soft crying coming from the nurse's office. I walked inside not really caring, I was just being nosy. But then I saw Namjoon crying, blood dripping down his arm, bloodshot eyes, as tears rolled down his cheeks.

It was almost beautiful. He looked so perfect. My heart skipped a beat. I felt crazy for even thinking that.

He looked up at me and I was frozen. I stood there in total shock, the only things moving quickly was my heart rate and mind. I stared into Namjoon's eyes, he looked like his mind was working faster than good wifi to find an excuse. Blood and tears continued dripped from him as I continued to watch, not scared, not angry, not disturbed. I just stared.

"A-are you-"

"Don't tell anyone about what you're seeing right now, not even your own mother," Namjoon told me, his voice was shaky though. Almost as if he had just been screaming, pleading for help feom anyone, yet he was silent. He was exhausted, tired of waiting for someone. No one came to the rescue and he's given up. He feels numb.

"O-ok," I stutter, already going to grab the bandages on the ground. I started gathering things to clean and bandage Namjoon's wounds.

I got on my knees in between his spread legs.

"Um, this may hurt. I'm sorry," I said as I put alcohol on a cotton ball. Namjoon hissed in pain as I cleaned his arm.

"S-sorry," I said, looking down shyly. I'd never been so close to Namjoon and it made me feel tingly.

"It's fine, just hurry. Lunch is almost over and we have to get to class," I nodded at Namjoon's words and began wrapping his arm.

"Do you do this often?" I asked out of pure curiosity.

"That's none of your business," Namjoon spat coldly. I felt a piece of me break at his tone towards me.

"S-sorr-"

"Ugh! Just stop saying sorry if you're going to make a mistake again!" Namjoon yelled. I flinched and stopped wrapping his arm. I gulped as a tear rolled down my cheek onto his bandage.

"I'll stop, I'm s- I mean, I hope being quiet will help," I whispered.
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