Protection

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Namjoon sat up, sweat running down his face. Flashbacks from his nightmare appeared so vividly. But it wasn't a nightmare it was reality.

He yawned as he wiped his forehead. The only thing that could cheer him up was to see (y/n). Not because he likes her but because she's the only one who would understand this whole situation.

They were both in it together.

He walked out of his room torso exposed with nothing but sweats on. Realizing this he didn't want to seem rude so he went back and threw on a random shirt that was on top of his dresser.

Something felt off to him but he was glad that he could tell you. He walked to the living room to see everything fixed neatly. He grew with confusion but put it aside when he thought you might be in the restroom.

He continued his walk and ended up in the kitchen. He grabbed a pan and took out some eggs from the fridge.

Breakfast for two, or so he thought.

Finished with making a simple breakfast he placed your plate on the table setting down a glass of orange juice. Then he sat down with his placing it down neatly just like yours.

He waited.

10 minutes passed and he grew worried. He didn't want to disturb you but he didn't hear anything in the restroom. He got up and walked to the restroom door.

He knocked once. Then twice.

"(Y/n) are you okay?"

"I made breakfast for us"

There was nothing but silence. He opened the door to see an empty restroom. His heart sank a little, he was worried and panicked.

He ran to the living room and looked for anything you might've left.

"No no no she didn't just leave me with this mess to deal with on my own." His head spinning and body filled with fear.

He finally saw a napkin he picked it up to see it was a note you left him.

Namjoon I'm sorry. I really am. You should've just let my fate be accepted. I don't know how to tell you this and you probably found this while searching for me. Do what you need to do and come clean you won't get in trouble. The evidence is destroyed but everything is there you boss is a smart man and had 2 video tapes that caught everything. Tell them my information that you know and I'll take the blame. I just want your life to be okay. I'm I'm really sorry. I can't express how I feel but I'm really glad I met you. Whether we could've had something beautiful or not I rather you have that experience with someone who deserves it. I will always remember you Kim Namjoon

Love, (y/n)

Tears formed in his eyes. Something seemed to over take him something he somewhat grew used to. Sadness.

Before he could think of anything his phone rang. He picked it up and answered not even bothering to check who it was.

"Hello?" His broken voice cracked.

"Namjoon, im so glad to hear your voice. The store. I saw that one of the tapes was gone but I had a spare camera recording last night. Are you okay?"

His bosses voice rang, worry and relief in it.

Namjoon couldn't even talk he was a sobbing mess. Broken and scared.

"Son your gonna have to come back to the store to answer some questions that the police has for you. Your in no trouble but they need to question you."

"Okay I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

With that said he hung up. He wiped his tears and went to wash his face. Then he went to his room and changed. Ready to do something he's never thought he would do.