Waste it on Me (Kim Namjoon X reader)

Chapter 25

There was a knock on the door. And it wasn't the pleasant kind of knocking. It was almost like pounding, someone really wants you to open up. "Coming." you yelled out, but the knocking never ceased. At this point, you were terrified. You were still by yourself and there was no one that was in close proximity that you could call to come help you. Namjoon was back visiting his parents for the holidays. He told you to come with him, but you didn't want to invade their family times. So instead, you two have been Facetiming or just calling any chances you get.

You looked through the peephole, but you only saw the back of the silhouette. It was a woman, her hair was short, some gray strands were visible. You sighed out of relief, she didn't seem dangerous.

"Hello-" If you weren't holding the door tightly right now, your body would have collapsed on the floor. Your heart stopped. Although it has been almost a decade, she still looked the same. The wrinkles on her eyes multiplied, like the rings of a tree. Her doe eyes were the same, with the same fear and cowardice. The mold on her cheek was seconds away from falling off from her dried skin. There was a scar on her forehead left by your father on that last fight, the last time you saw her.

"Y/N-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" you asked, your voice cold as the night she left you. She blinked a few times, her mouth closed shut. She was fidgeting a lot.

"I've missed you, honey." she said. "Can I come in?"

You hesitated, but then stepped back for her to come inside. She looked at the apartment in awe, it was better than the house you used to live in. More breathable air and less destruction. You gestured for her to sit at the kitchen table while you prepare some tea. You moved slowly, so that your shaking hands won't break anything. You felt her watching your every movement. You placed the teacup in front of her, watching her eyes lighting up at the simplest gesture. What kind of life did she have for something like a cup of tea to make her cry.

"Thank you, dear." she said, admiring the cup.

"How did you get my address?" you asked. There was a visible discomfort to her body language. She shrank in her seat and looked down at the teacup instead of looking up at you.

"Th-that doesn't matter right now." she said, her voice shaking, "What matters is that I'm here and I want to spend more time with you."

"Is that all you have to say for yourself?" you yelled. "You left me with that monster and now you think coming back is going to fix everything?"

"Sweetie, I know. I was a bad mother to you. I was selfish, I should have taken you with me. But I was so scared, I was so scared for my life. Your father would have killed me, but he wouldn't have done anything life threatening to you. You're his blood." she said. Her voice was quiet and breathless. Now that you're getting a better look at her, she was nothing more than skin and bones. Her arms were almost like twigs, her frail body minutes away from vanishing. When she moved her hand, the sleeve pulled up, revealing some bruised. There was no way those were from all those years ago. They had to have been new.

"Well, you always gave the benefit of the doubts to bad people." you scoffed. "Just because someone is blood related, doesn't mean they'll always care for you."

"Y/N, I know I'm the last person you want to see right now. But I can promise you that I'm here now and I will take care of you from now on." She reached out her hand for yours. There were many reasons why you should just kick her out right now, but there was a part of you that has been yearning for your mother and her love. Maybe your emotions got the better of you, but you held out your hand.

"Okay, eomma."

***

You had spent the whole day with her. From going shopping to eating to just talking. She rarely talked about her personal life, she mostly wanted to hear about your own life. You talked about high school, college, and now graduate school. You told her about Namjoon, and it felt like a dream to talk to your mom about your love life. It was normal, it was something that everyone does and finally, you get your chance.

"He sounds wonderful." she said. You guys were sitting on a park bench, watching other families talking and laughing. You could remember the time when your family wasn't so broken. Those times were so far away now and you'll never be able to get them back. But with her being here right now, it could be a new beginning.

"I can't wait for you to meet him. He should be back in a few days." you commented.

"A few days?" she mumbled to herself.

"Um, yeah. Is that okay? You'll still be here, right?"

"Oh, yeah, of course I will." she answered. There was hesitations in her voice. But she quickly masked it with a smile.

"Eomma, where are you living now?" you asked.

"Oh, it's just a small house in the city." she answered, and she had no intentions of telling you anymore. You were starting to get suspicious, there were a lot of red flags. Her bruises, her frail body, her secrets. With nothing else left to say, you decided to go back to the apartment for dinner. You stopped in your track when you got to the front door. A man was leaning against the door, a cigarette in his mouth. He gave you a bored look when he saw you approaching.

"Honey, what are you doing here?" To your surprise, your mom pushed past you and moved closer to the man. She caressed his cheeks. It was a very intimate gesture.

"Eomma, who is this?" you asked. You didn't dare to step forward, there was something about the man that was familiar. The anger he exudes was all too close to home.

"Um, this...this is my new husband." she answered.

"Oh, I see." If there was something you wish she had told you, it would be that she got married again. Not that you were against it, but it felt unfair that she wouldn't have told you. "Well, it's nice to meet you, sir." You held out a hand for him to shake, but instead he just grunted.

"Did you get the money?" he asked your mom. Her head was shaking rapidly, as if it was a secret that you weren't supposed to know.

"Money? What is he talking about eomma?" you asked.

"Aish, you dumb bitch, you spent the whole day with her and you didn't get the money." He grabbed her hair and yanked her up. She screamed out of pain.

"Let her go, you bastard." You kicked his leg and tried to pry his hand off of her. But with his free hand, he punched you in the face. You tasted blood in your mouth and was about to lunge for him again, but your mom got in between you two.

"Please don't hurt him." she begged you.

"What are you talking about? How could let this happen again?" you asked, your voice filled with anger. Anger that she would let another man hurt her and then hurt her daughter, again.

"Please, just give us some money and we'll leave you alone." she said. Your heart physically broke.

"So all those promises that you'll be here for me, was all a lie?" you asked, tears already rolling down your cheeks.

"Shut up and just give us the money." the man yelled. Hesitantly, you unlocked the door and lead them inside. You told them to wait in the living room while you get the money from your safe. Of course you wouldn't be giving them all of it, just something so that they would leave. You debated about calling the police, but it would take them a while to get here and that might put you and your mom in danger. After putting the money in the envelope, you went back into the living room.

"Here." you said, handing it to him. He yanked it out of your hand and immediately opened it up to count.

"That's it?" he asked, "I know you have more than this. Just look at this apartment and your fucken school. Don't you try and trick me, girl."

"That's all that I have, now leave." you yelled. He huffed and was about to smack you again, but your mom stopped him.

"Let's just go. She doesn't have anything else." she pleaded him. He walked towards the door, you reached out to grab your mom's hand.

"Eomma, you don't have to go back to him. I can call the police and we can start over." you whispered. But all hope was lost when she shook her head and waved your hand away. So in the end, she would go back to that cycle. All of the sudden, the man spun around and punched you again, knocking you down to the ground where he began kicking your body.

"Call the police one me? I'd like to see you try." You mother screamed in horror as she tried to push the man off of you. Your eyes began closing. The last thing you saw was your mother's back, walking away from you, the familiar sight. You were alone once again.