House of Cards (Kim Namjoon x reader)

Chapter 4

Namjoon grew impatient with his driver, with the cars outside, and with you. You hadn't answered his calls all morning and Jungkook said you'd been gone the whole day (Jungkook told him it was a business trip but Namjoon didn't listen). He was surprised he didn't turn. When he got to the front of your clinic, he saw that the light in your office was on. He rolled his eyes and got out of the car, already preparing how he would scold you. The front door was locked but Namjoon being Namjoon, he had a spare key.

The light cracked through the opened door and he saw that you were crouching down in a corner. He pushed the door back violently. "Y/N, oh my god, what's wrong?" he said frantically.

"Nothing." you said quietly. He pulled your hands apart that had been covering your face to see that you were crying. He began wiping your tears when he saw the blood on your shirt.

"Y/N, what the fuck happened? Are you hurt?" he asked, in full fear and panic mode. He clutched your shirt and pulled it up to see bare skin. It didn't faze him or you, the distance, the act. It could never change how he felt about you and it could never give you any hope.

"It's not my blood. I'm okay." you finally said. Namjoon nodded, but he still didn't believe that you didn't get hurt in any way.

"Tell em what happened." he said. It wasn't a request, it was Namjoon's way of doing business. "Please." he added, it was Namjoon's way of doing business with you.

"I went to see Areum. I wanted it to be a good day, but she's dying right in front of my eyes and I can't do anything about it. Her cancer is only increasing and she refused to enter the hospital for treatment. Fuck, I'm so useless." you yelled. You slammed your head back into the wall and it made a loud bang. You kept doing that lightly until Namjoon put his hand to block your head from the wall.

"Y/N, stop beating yourself up. You did everything you could for her and it's not your fault. The world is unfair." Namjoon said softly. It didn't stop you from crying and hesitantly, he pulled you closer and laid your head on his chest. "You're a wonderful person. You have saved countless lives, including mine. The world is so lucky to have you. I'm so lucky to have you." Namjoon stopped himself before talking too much. He had no right to say these things to you because of the situation, it wouldn't be fair to you.

He kept embracing you, lost in a thought. It took him awhile to realize that you had fallen asleep. He studied you face, your puffy cheeks, swollen eyes. He thought of ways he could protect you from the world, but the answer would never be him. He picked you up in bridal style and carried you to the car. On the way, he texted Jungkook that he would take you to his house because he knew Jungkook was out with some friends right now and he didn't want you to be alone.

Once he got to the house, he sent all of his servants home so they wouldn't bother you, but before that, he asked someone to change you into some clothes he had prepared for you beforehand. He brought you to the guest room and laid you down. You must have been exhausted because you didn't wake up when he draped the blanket on you and tucked your hair behind your ear. Before he left, he lingered at the side of the bed a little bit. He pushed back all thoughts and closed the door lightly behind him.

You woke up enveloped in silk. Your eyes remained closed as your hands wandered the bed, it was not yours. When you eyes finally opened, it was certainly not your room. Your room lacked decorations and color while this had high class paintings and exquisite curtains. The white silk was cool on your exposed legs. You gasped when you realized you weren't in your clothes from yesterday. At first you thought you had been kidnapped, but the intricate bookshelf that was filled in every slot told you that it was Namjoon's house. But you had been in every room, this was unfamiliar to you.

It was a little bit chilly so you wrapped yourself in the robe he prepared. You heard muffled voices in the kitchen. As you peaked around, the sight in front of you broke your heart even though you forbid it from doing so. A girl sat on Namjoon's lap and feeding him grapes. He seemed to have been enjoying it, his eyes were closed and he was smiling. They sat in front of the windows overlooking the city at the giant kitchen table. You sighed, this wasn't anything strange to you. He brings a girl home at least every other night. But this one had been more frequent, Jia, you remembered her name.

You saw that your clothes were packed in a nice bag on the kitchen counter and went to grab it. Jia saw you from the corner of her eyes and yelled. "Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" Namjoon opened his eyes and turned his head. He pushed Jia off when he saw you. You successfully grabbed your bag.

"Sorry, I was just leaving." you said, turning your back and headed for the door.

"Y/N, wait." Namjoon called out from behind you but you ignored him. "I said wait." he yelled, grabbing your wrist and spinning you around.

"Let me go." you demanded.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I have to go." you answered, avoiding eye contact.

"At least let me take you home." he said.

"No thank you. Jungkook is downstairs and I'm sure Jia is waiting for you." you said sarcastically.

"Are you mad?" he asked. And it made you snap.

"Listen Mr. Kim. I really appreciate that you were there for me last night. But I didn't ask to be brought back to your house and I certainly didn't ask to see you with her. You might feel nothing but I feel very much uncomfortable, so I'm going to go before I feel anything else." It was the last thing you told him before closing the door. You didn't know why but recently it's been harder to be near him. Something about his aura makes it difficult to be with him without gaining some sort of tingles, some sort of hope that you couldn't afford. You shook your head and met Jungkook in the car.