The Childhood Friend || Kim Namjoon ✔️

Chapter 25: Serendipity's Evil

Waking up was a startle to me. My first thought was I had fallen asleep cuddling namjoon again but that thought was immediately ripped away from me once I realized the reality of everything. A single tear slipped from my eye at the thought.

I composed myself and sighed. Someone is holding me right now, and if not namjoon, who? I pull myself far away enough to peer up at the sleeping figure. There sits Jimin and on the other side of me not too far is Hoseok. They took care of me all night?

"You're awake." Jimin snuggles into me, eyes still closed tightly. I open my mouth but no words come out so I shut my mouth once more. I rest my head against his chest and nod. My thoughts had somehow convinced me namjoon would return my feelings and with that, Jimin would likely take the place namjoon had previously held before the feelings developed.

"Just go back to sleep. It's still early anyways." he speaks with a raspy voice. I furrow my eyebrows. "Exactly what time is it?" I ask out of curiosity, not knowing what time I even fell asleep.

Jimin repositions himself and turns his head to read what I assume is the clock above the stove. He repositions himself like before. "It's four in the morning." he answers, still trying to find the comfortable position he was in before I had caused him to move.

"Jimin you look uncomfortable. Maybe you should go to your room and sleep. You don't exactly have all the time in the world to sleep with you being an idol and all." I attempt to push myself away from him and out of his grasp. His grip denies my request as it tightens.

"But you're my friend. Your needs trump mine." he replies gruffly and stern. There's no convincing this one, is there? My must I ruin the lives of people that matter the most to me? First my friend comes over and babysits me twenty-four seven, then hoseok and Jimin come to my rescue. I'm so much trouble for everyone.

"Jimin I think I can sleep in my own bed at my own apartment." I attempt once more to get out of everything. Causing more trouble than I already have is something I would like to avoid profusely.

"Your friend specifically requested that we take care of you with the condition you're in. And as much as it seems to be babying, we are simply taking care of you until you are healthy again." his words slowly drift in and out, some clear others muffled. Being half asleep isn't easy especially when you're trying to convince eachother one thing the other doesn't want to follow.

"Jimin answer me this. How much sleep have you had?" I want a truthful answer. I need to prove to him that he needs sleep and health precautions more than I.

"I fell asleep around ten, don't worry. Now stop arguing and sleep. Don't lie, you haven't been getting much sleep recently either. Your friend told us everything she has observed from you. I may have a sleeping problem but you have that plus eating and up until recently, talking. So who gets put first in this situation? Who needs the care?" he points out. I know he's right but I hate the feeling of being guilty. They even told me I'm causing them pain, claiming that's not what they meant but I know better.

I stay quiet and decide on falling back to sleep as I was tired. Leaving tomorrow wouldn't be a problem. I may be unhealthy but I'm still my  witty self. Getting past these two individuals would be the hardest part and they are easy-going as it is.

"I modeungeon uyeoni anya
Geunyang, geunyang naui neukkimeuro
On sesangi eojewan dalla
Geunyang, geunyang neoui gippeumeuro
Nega nal bulleosseul ttae naneun neoui kkocceuro" Jimin starts to sing soothingly. It's soft and peaceful, calming. I know it's his song but his voice fits perfectly with the flow, creating a lullaby rhythm of sorts.

I eventually begin to drift off with serendipity filling my ears. The lyrics swirling in my mind and the beat pushing my body to be relaxed and sleep. The melody expressed life itself. It was just the sound of something I need right now. Something to take my thoughts away.

"He'll never love you, don't you understand? He doesn't need you and most importantly, he doesn't want you." the words swarm my mind like millions of bugs buzzing in my ears, blocking my hearing from any other noise.

"Why would you say that? You were just telling me he does." I sob, grasping my chest in a tight hold to so my heart doesn't break more than it already has.

"Don't you understand? We just said those words to make you feel better, we didn't actually mean them." they laugh mockingly at me. I look away and cover my ears but the voices only get louder.

"Stop hiding and accept the fate y/n. You are meant to never be together." I feel the tears flow down my cheeks. My face and hands now cold and lifeless, all warmth gone.

Before me appears everyone in my life. My parents, cousins, the boys, my friend, anyone that could possibly matter to me. Everyone except namjoon.

"Namjoon isn't here. You still cannot understand or see the truth. You ruined it, you ruined everything." the cry at me, stalking towards my cowering figure as they grow in size. My neck cranes as a whimper leaves my lips.

"Why are you doing this?" my voice is so small, frail. I sound as if to be a cowering child. Their silhouettes tower over mine by a good few feet.

"Because it's the only way to make you see the truth and reality." after those last words are spoken, its like they were never here. I sit alone in a dark room with no escape, huddled in the corner.

Hugging my knees to my chest, I let out quiet sobs and hide my vision. This was truly the only way to make me see and now I can see it, the reality. Namjoon doesn't love me and he never will.

I woke up with cold sweats running down my arms. Jimin's arms were secured tightly around my waist as his head fell back uncomfortably. Such a liar. Anyone could tell that wasn't comfortable.

I tear my gaze away from Jimin and gaze around the room. I hadn't been asleep long, it was still dark outside. The things heard in the room were the creaking of the ceiling fan and my heavy breathes. Cold chills wrapped around me as I shiver. Nightmares, everyone's worst fears put into their own personal fantasy, making it what they fear most, the reality of everything.

Using the strength I have, I pry Jimin's arms off of me. They enveloped me tightly. By the time I got free, the sun was beginning to rise. How can one be so strong in sleep, in the most relaxed state of the body? Must be a reflex of some sort.

I walk on unsteady legs across the living room floor. That is before I make a sharp turn towards the hallway. My breathing becomes heavy and my heart beats heavily in my ears. Not only do I not have control over my own life but now my own body. Life has decided to end mine early, I've decided.

Then I just stop. I stop in front of his door. My tracks stopped me in front of his door, trapped me. They're stiff and locked, waiting for me to walk forwards and no other way. My hand shakily reaches up from my side and grasps the cold metal in my bare palm.

Soon the door is cracked and I continuously push it open. My breathe catches in my throat once I see his sleeping figure. His chest rising and falling in even patterns.

That is what I had believed, until he turned from facing the wall to me. His eyes were wide open and looking statight at me.

If I thought breathing was hard before then I was wrong. Because in this moment, this very moment, breathing is no longer a factor for living, only he is.

A/n I'm pretty sure no one's reading this but I mean why not