Collision || OT7

♤ Eight ♤

"Guys, this is Namjoon."

The men began to introduce themselves, one-by-one, taking the chance to smile sweetly at Namjoon as they did so.

"It's nice to meet you all,"

Namjoon forced out, his voice was rough despite the fact it was barely above a whisper. Thankfully, Jackson's soulmates didn't take any offense to his shy nature, instead doing their best to act normal around him so Namjoon didn't freak out. They were all welcoming and as friendly as Jackson himself.

Namjoon soon found himself being able to relax in their presence, quietly listening to the conversations that were bouncing around. A little while later, they took it upon themselves to tell Namjoon stories of their past with Jackson, more often than not laughing at the expense of Bambam who seemed to be a magnet for trouble.

Bambam took it all in stride with a light heart, only pouting a couple times when Youngjae tried to exaggerate some detail. Sure enough laughter filled the room to the brim and Namjoon couldn't stop a few giggles leaving his lips as well.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for things to take a turn for the worst. It felt as if a heavy weight had been dropped onto Namjoon's chest and he was almost suffocating in his attempts to stay happy. Jinyoung noticed that Namjoon's smile was starting to droop and his own falling in the process as he asked the man what was wrong.

As if someone had glued his mouth shut, Namjoon had lost the ability to speak, just staring aimlessly at a spot on his lap. Tentatively, Jackson placed his hand on Namjoon's arm,

"Hey Joonie, what's wrong?"

Namjoon swallowed thickly, feeling guilty as he felt the mood of the room beginning to shift, so he shrugged Jackson's hand off.

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little tired, I think I'm going to go back to bed."

He then proceeded to climb off the bed and into his own assigned one, his back turned away from the other men so that they couldn't see the way his face crumpled and fought back the urge to shiver from the cold, desperately missing the warmth of Jackson's embrace.

On the other bed, Jackson looked as if he wanted to complain about the sudden chance, but a sharp look from Jinyoung had him clenching his jaw shut. He childishly crossed his arms over his chest and sulked as he leaned back on his bed, eyes not leaving Namjoon's still figure.

Despite the gazes burning into his back, Namjoon quickly drifted off, not even realising that he was crying softly in his sleep. He was always a deep sleeper, so he didn't notice Mark coming to sit beside him and running his fingers through his hair so that he could chase away the nightmare.

He also didn't notice the warmth that coursed through his body as five bullets ran up and down both his and Mark's arms, the opposite to that of his and Jackson, before they settled on their wrists.