"You know it's okay to cry, right?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Namjoon firmly knocks on the mahogany door, exhaling deeply as he waits. No sound is heard, no noise escapes the apartment into the hallway.
He pushes his glasses up further his nose, before pinching his nose bridge in agitation, annoyance flickering lightly in him. It's only small, only emitting faintly inside his soul, where worry and anxiousness appear to be the main factors of why he's standing in front of this door.
Knocking firmly, once more, louder this time. He figures he should use his spare key if this doesn't work, until the slight clacking of a metal lock comes from the other side.
The wooden door opens to reveal a young lady, a little shorter than Namjoon, with wispy raven hair. She's avoiding his eyes, which are most likely full of concern.
"Come in..." She manages to say, stepping aside to let Namjoon enter her apartment.
"Y/N, have you eaten anything? Drinking water?" He asks, forgetting a formal greeting.
He just wants to know if she's actually alright.
The woman nods, going over to the small kitchen's countertops, leaning her back against it and facing Namjoon. She finally looks into his eyes, regretting it as she gets sucked into his whirlwind of inaudible questions.
He doesn't want to voice them, as he knows how much of a fragile state Y/N is in. He doesn't want to make this any harder for her than it already is.
But he has to.
"...are you okay?" It's an inevitable question, a stupid one at that.
"I..." It's obvious, she's not," I was... distracting myself. Trying to focus on other things and seeing you just reminded me all over again."
Her tone is painstakingly monotone, almost emotionless as she crosses her arms and looks down at the flooring again, her fringe hiding her eyes. Those dark brown irises, holding all the answers Namjoon needs in order to help her.
After a few seconds, long seconds, Namjoon walks slowly towards her, until he's standing right in front of her. Y/N begins to fiddle with his leather jacket, already unzipped, something for her to hold onto as his hands stay by his sides.
Namjoon watches her intently, watching for any tremor, any hesitation. He clears his throat, speaking with the utmost care.
"You know it's okay to cry, right?"
Y/N stills, shoulders tensing up. She nods, a ghost of a nod, as Namjoon continues.
"You know that you're strong. Stronger than me and any of our friends." Hot tears brim in her eyes, she tries to blink them away in a futile attempt of maintaining dignity.
"You know that it's not shameful if you come to us when you've been strong for too long. It doesn't make you weak baby, okay?" She nods faintly, lips trembling and hands shaking as they tightly grip his jacket now.
"You know that we all love you, you know that I love you and that I will always be here for you, right?" He cautiously places his hands over hers, hurting internally at how she quivers so harshly.
She nods once again, more aggressive this time as the tears flow freely down her sickly pale cheeks. "Come here baby," he pulls her arms gently around him, her steel grip moving to his waist as she hides her face in his chest.
Her escaping teardrops wet him, as he strokes her back in soothing motions. She cries silently against him, shivering violently in his protective arms.
Somewhere along the line, Namjoon's heart couldn't bear the sight calmly anymore and he didn't notice the tears falling down his cheeks until he sees them drip onto the floor behind Y/N.
His vision becomes blurry. He tried to rapidly blink them away so he can still comfort her. "It'll be okay, I swear it'll be okay..."
The End ♥️
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