Hold Me Tight (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter 2

"What do you want?" the little man asked as soon as he opened the door to his apartment. His jet black hair covering most of his eyes.

"Well hello to you too, oppa." You ignored his question, pushing through him and entering his apartment. You've been in here hundreds of times, it was practically your second home.

"You're calling me oppa, you only do that when you need something. Why are you here?" he asked grumpily, flopping down on the couch.

"Jungkook is over. And I didn't want to be at there when they're hanging out."

"Okay. I see. But why are you here?" he asked again, even more annoyed this time.

"Because I don't have anywhere else to go and I knew you would be home."
"Y/N, I'm a hot guy in his 20s, and it's a Friday night. What makes you think I wouldn't have plans?"

"Yoongi, first off, you're wearing your Kumamon pajama, and secondly, there's a tub of chocolate ice cream while the TV is playing Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. Unless your date is eomma, I don't think you're going anywhere tonight." He groaned out of defeat and you laughed. But then you stopped, remembering something. "Yoongi."

"What?" he answered, scooping ice cream into his mouth. You couldn't believe that he's older than you by 2 years, and he's an officer.

"When we were in high school, you had a friend."

"I had a lot of friends in high school." he rebutted.

"I think he was the tallest of them. He had pink hair, and dimples." Yoongi turned around quickly, his face scrunched up.

"Why are you bringing him up?" he asked, trying to mask the concern in his voice.

"I saw someone that looked like him today, at the set. I don't remember much from high school. That's weird..." you said, holding onto your head, it began to hurt. You leaned against the walls for support, Yoongi got off from the couch and walked towards you.

"Just forget about it. Go take a shower. I'll make some food for you." You nodded, Yoongi had his own way of worrying about you. You were thankful for him, for taking care of you all these years. He had left your hometown to become a police officer in the city, you joined him only a few years later to pursue your dreams. Your mom only agreed to let you go because Yoongi promised to look out for you. It was more like the other way around. He was messy, never cleaned up after himself, or eating on time. While he's at work, you made sure to bring him food every day and make him eat in front of you. Later, you moved out with Lisa because Yoongi is a grown ass man that needs a girlfriend or boyfriend. Lisa is a photographer, she met Jungkook on set when he was modeling for Gucci. He mistook Lisa for his partner and completely made a fool of himself.

After you got out of the shower, you continued drying your hair with a towel as you made your way to the kitchen. But you stopped when you heard Yoongi practically yelling at someone over the phone.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he said, "I told you to stay away from her." The voice from the other line mumbled something that you couldn't make out. "Don't you remember what happened to her? It was all your fault." The voice said something again, you can sort of hear 'I'm sorry'. "Don't you dare show your face around her anymore -Hey, answered me! You asshole!" Yoongi threw his phone down on the couch and rubbed his face. You wondered who it could have been for him to lose his temper, he's normally very calm. Was he talking about me? You thought. After staying in the shadows for a while, you decided to walk out, he moved his head to the side to look at you.

"Hey, who was that?"

"Did you hear anything?" he asked, ignoring your question.

"No, I just got out of the shower." you lied. "But I heard yelling. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything is fine." He gestured for you to sit down. On the table, there was a bowl of rice, fried eggs, and kimchi. He's good at saving people, but not hunger. You shrugged and began eating.

"Y/N." His voice stiffened, a little quieter now.

"Yeah?" you said.

"If anyone is bothering you at work, tell me okay?"

"Stop being dramatic."

"Y/N, I'm serious. Please?" He looked into your eyes, something he only does when he's worried. You hated that look, it made you feel guilty, he's already stressed enough about work and you didn't want to add more to his trouble.

"Alright, alright. I promise." You nodded your head. You began to worry, remembering the encounter from earlier tonight. The strange man entered your mind again. You remember his smile, the feeling of his hand as it brushed against yours, the way his eyes held your every moment. He's not dangerous, at least you tried telling yourself that.

That night, you had a dream about being in a warehouse, Someone punched your face, then someone else kicked your gut, then a shock, and then you woke up, screaming. Moments later, Yoongi burst through the door. He didn't say anything, except held you in his arms and petting your head. It became a drill for the two of you since you started having this nightmare since you were young. But it hasn't happened in since you moved to the city, you wondered what triggered it. Yoongi stayed with you until you fell asleep.