Real Or Not, You Stole My Heart || Namjin

Two ~ Falling

   Namjoon blinked open his eyes, feeling unusually refreshed, and discovered that it was two in the afternoon. His blinds were closed, leaving the room in a state of perpetual twilight. The whole apartment was silent. 

   Before he'd woken up fully, he'd heard Seokjin thank him for something, but he wasn't sure what. He could hear the other man's sweet voice echoing in his head, saying thank you, Namjoon-ah, but he had no idea what exactly he was being thanked for. There were too many possibilities. Had Seokjin been thanking him for playing Mario Kart with him, or maybe saving him from mini-Godzilla? Maybe it was for being a good sport about the whole thing, or maybe it was for being nice and friendly, or maybe- maybe it was for making him exist, even if he wasn't really real. 

   After a moment, Namjoon rolled out of bed and shuffled out of his room. Taehyung and the dogs where nowhere to be seen, leaving an unnerving silence in their place. Cold anxiety settled over Namjoon. Where was his brother? Where were their dogs? It was so quiet without them. Usually Yeontan would bark at Taehyung whenever he wanted something (Namjoon left his door open at night so Rapmon could come and go as he pleased, but Taehyung always ended up being woken up by a puppy who just wanted a drink of water) and Rapmon's claws would click on the floor whenever he walked anywhere and there were usually the sounds of video games coming from Taehyung's room, so the silence was eerie. 

   "Tae?" Namjoon called. "Are you home?" There was no response, and Namjoon wondered where they had all gone. He tried again. "Taehyung? Yeontan? Rapmon?" Still no response. There were no notes anywhere. He wandered back to his room and found his phone on the desk, where he sat down and sent a text to Taehyung.

Me:

Tae? Where are you?

2:23 PM

   There was no response after ten minutes, and that was when Namjoon started to worry. Taehyung didn't even read the message. After ten more, Namjoon was positively terrified. He jumped up from his desk, threw on a hoodie and jeans, and raced out of the room. His shoes were by the front door, so he was only in his socks. That was what led to him slipping on the wooden floor. He plummeted to the ground with a shriek. When he hit the floor, everything went black for a second, and then the next thing he knew he was looking up into Seokjin's eyes.

   "Woah, what?" He muttered. He was still in his apartment, still in the middle of the living room, still on the floor, so he wasn't sure if he was even dreaming.

   "Are you okay?" Seokjin asked. His voice was soft and gentle and the concern in his eyes made Namjoon feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

   "I don't know," Namjoon admitted. "Do you know where my brother is? And... am I dreaming?"

   "I guess so," Seokjin replied. "You're not sleeping, though. You're just unconscious because you hit your head. Does it hurt?"

   "Um, yeah. I guess it does. Do you know where Taehyung is?"

   Seokjin pulled Namjoon up into a sitting position and gently rubbed the back of his head. His touch made all the pain go away, relaxing Namjoon so much that he barely heard the other man speak.

   "I don't know where he is," Seokjin was saying. "I'm really sorry, but I- I don't even know what he looks like. I don't really know what's going on in real life. I'm sorry, Namjoon-ah. I really don't know." He frowned, and Namjoon suddenly wanted nothing more than to see his plump lips curve up into a smile instead.