Hold Me Tight (Kim Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter 6

"Do you have a habit of putting yourself in danger?" the figure asked, his voice low and gentle. Your grip in the spray loosen. You spun around to look at him, he was wearing a cap, and a mask. One arm clutching onto his chest, probably from the wound. Your feet started running towards him, he looked surprised when you were only inches from him. Subconsciously, you reached out your hand to touch his chest, he stood still.

"Are you okay?" was the only thing that came out of your mouth. He held your hand, you let him.

"I am now." Namjoon breathe out, you felt his shoulders relaxing a bit.

"Did Yoongi hurt you?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle." he chuckled, but then winced, placing a hand on his chest. You immediately held his shoulders, giving him some support. When he looked up at you, his eyes were soft, and he smiled a genuine smile.

"Let's get you home." you said, swinging his arm over your shoulder.

"I- um, actually don't have-"

"I know, I called your landlord this morning. I meant to my apartment."

He smirked. "Did you miss me that badly?"

"Shut up. Where have you been staying this whole time?" you asked as the two of you began walking to your car.

"You know, around." You nodded, not wanting to know what he meant by that. You helped him into the passenger seat. Grabbing your phone, you dialed Lisa's number.

"Unnie? What's up?"

"Lisa where are you?"

"I'm at home, why?"

"Would it be possible for you to stay at Jungkook's tonight?"

"Wait, why? I mean yeah, I could call him.... Wait a minute! You're bringing a guy home, aren't you!" Lisa screamed through the phone, Namjoon tried to hide his laugh from beside you. You mentally cursed at the girl for being so loud.

"Lisa, shut up! Don't tell anyone about this, especially Jungkook and Yoongi."

"Alright, unnie. I promise. I'm so proud of you, this is the first time you've ever had a guy over, make sure to use-" You quickly hung up the phone before she could finish. You nervously laughed, to hide your embarrassment. Your cheeks were probably burning bright red now. The streets were pretty deserted by the time the car made it out to the intersections. Namjoon didn't say much, he reached out for your hand at one point, but you moved it away, he seemed sad by that little action. Once you got to the apartment, he reluctantly sat on the couch while you went to grab some of Yoongi's clothes from your closet. Everything would look short on Namjoon, but it was the only option.

"Here," you said, handing him the clothes, "You should wash up, the bathroom is down the hallway. Yell out if you need anything." he nodded and walked to the bathroom. You went into the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

"Y/N," you heard. When you turned around, you almost dropped the eggs. Namjoon was leaning against the wall, shirtless, while holding some shampoos. You gulped and quickly looked away, but not before memorizing what you just saw. His defines abs, the wound from yesterday, but there are some new bruises along his abdomen and neck.

"Did you need something?" you asked, turning your attention back to the eggs on the frying pan.

"Which shampoo should I use?" he asked innocently.

"Oh, the purple one. The yellow one is Lisa and the green one is Jungkook's. Sorry, I should have told you sooner."

"Thanks." he said, "But something tells me you're not that sorry." he added before leaving you, the corner of his mouth curled up. You let out the breath you didn't know you've been holding. Your mind began wandering to dangerous territories, there's a strange man taking a shower in your apartment. And you're alone right now. What is he's a bad person, like Yoongi said. Was bringing him here a mistake? The smell of burnt food filled the air, you looked down at your eggs, on the edge of becoming charcoal. You decided to just order take out.

Namjoon returned from his shower half an hour later, and just in time for jajangmyeon that was just delivered. It's the first time you're seeing him clearly, with no mask or cap. He looked really handsome. You had to restrain yourself from staring too much. He picked up a bowl and chopstick and handed them to you. The two of you stayed quiet during the meal, he looked really hungry by the way he was slurping his noodles like it's the first time he has eaten in days, which at this point, you didn't doubt. You gave him half of your portion, he didn't seem to notice but you didn't mind. It put a smile on your face, actually. It was awkward after dinner because neither of you wanted to speak up first. So you sat on the couch, simply facing each other in silence.

"Namjoon."

"Y/N." You both said at the same time. He made a gesture for you to continue speaking.

"Namjoon, I have so many questions for you." you looked down at your hands, your fingers fidgeting.

"I know. And I can't promise I can answer them all." He sat up straight, leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

"Why not?" you asked, sounding annoyed.

"Because that's Yoongi's job."

"How do you know my brother?"

"We went to highschool together. He told me that you remembered a guy with pink hair, that's me."

"Were you guys closed?"

Namjoon struggled to come up with the right explanations without revealing too much. He opened and closed his mouth a few times. "You can say that."

"Who was that guy yesterday?"

"Just someone seeking revenge on me. I'm sorry I had to involve you in it." You waited for him to say more about it, particularly the whole boyfriend part, but he kept his mouth closed.
"Okay. Finally, who are you? More specifically, who are you to me? Or maybe I should ask what am I to you?"

"I don't think this is the right time to tell you."

"So when is the right time?"

"When Yoongi allows me." You made a fist, your knuckle white.

"But this is my life, I deserve to know!" you yelled, jumping up on two feet. He shook his head and you scrunch your nose.

"You used to do that all the time." You ignored his comment, storming into your bedroom, he followed.

"Sleep here tonight, I'll be in Lisa's room."

"Are you mad?" he asked, his voice a little higher. Is he really trying to be cute now? You shook your head and went to Lisa's room, closing the door, and scrawled on the bed. Maybe you were too harsh on him, you should have at least said goodnight or something. But you needed to maintain your ground, you're sick of being lie to and kept in the dark. Eventually, you fell asleep while being enveloped in the nightmare.