House of Cards (Kim Namjoon x reader)

Chapter 14

Namjoon called from work and said he would be out with Jia tonight and told you to not wait up for him. You told him not to worry about you and hung up. Your big plan tonight involved ordering take out and Kdrama. I am Not a Robot was on the air. While watching it you realized it was almost like you and Namjoon. Like the male lead, he had a condition and as the female lead, you could help him. But unlike them, you two wouldn't get to be together, that's how life has been made for you two. You shook off the dark thoughts and went back to enjoying the show.

A few minutes later, the main light in the living room went out. But luckily, the lights from the kitchen was still working. The servants went home and you didn't want to bother anyone by calling them. So you went to the storage room and got the extra light bulb and small step ladder out. Changing lightbulbs weren't hard, but since you were by yourself, it was a tad bit difficult. You put the flashlight in your mouth and went up to the ladder. After struggling a little bit to turn the off light bulb, you managed to put the new one in successfully.

The trouble happened when you descended. Your foot missed a step and fell down on the floor, the ladder fell backward and landed on your foot. You let out a small scream. There was no way you could walk which meant you couldn't go down to call a cab on your own. You crawled over to your phone on the table and called someone.

"Hey, noona, what's up?" Jungkook asked.

"Kookie, are you free right now? I need you to take me to the hospital."

"Oh my gosh, noona, are you okay?" he yelled frantically into the phone.

"I'm fine, I just hurt my foot. Can you come?" you asked.

"I'm so sorry. I'm out with Taehyung right now." You heard him talking to someone else, most likely Taehyung. "But I could leave early-"

"No, no." you cut him off. " Don't do that. It's not a big deal anyways."

"Why don't you call Namjoonie hyung?" he asked

"Uh, he's at a really important dinner right now with a client."

"That's weird, Taehyung said there wasn't anything on his schedule." he said, sounding confused.

"It was a last minute meeting. It's okay. I can go myself. Please don't tell him."

"But why?"

"I don't want to worry him, that's all." you lied. You didn't want to ruin his night out with Jia.

"Alright, tell me when you get to the hospital then." he said and hung up. You crawled to your bedroom and put on some decent cloth. That did take you about half an hour, damn this big apartment. You tried standing up but pushing yourself up from the ground and holding your vanity for support but it hurt too much and you fumble back. But you didn't hit the ground, it was a body instead.

Namjoon held your back and waist securely. His breathing was fast, as if he had run here. You stared at him in shock. "Namjoon, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Jia?" He didn't answer, but instead picked you up in bridal style and walked towards the door. "Where are we going?"

"To the hospital, pabo. Stop asking stupid questions." Namjoon yelled. When he realized that it frightened you, his tone softened. "I'm sorry. I'm a little mad that you didn't tell me you hurt yourself. Jungkook called me and said you needed to go to the hospital, I dropped everything and came back."

"You didn't have to. I could have gone by myself."

"It would have taken you an hour to get to the door at this rate." he said candidly. "Besides, you're my wife, I should take care of you." Your heart couldn't help but do a flip, it was the first time he had referred to you as his wife.

"What about Jia?" you asked.

"Let's not talk about her right now." he replied. He carefully laid you in his car and elevated your foot. He drove quickly yet safely to the hospital and again, carried you inside. You insisted that he didn't have to do it but he didn't listen. You buried your face in his shoulder as people watched in admiration.

"Sir, what's wrong-"

"Please help my wife, she hurt her foot." he said, interrupting the already perplexed nurse. "Hurry, please." he yelled. The nurse brought a wheelchair for you and took you into one of the stations. She told Namjoon to wait outside while the doctor checks up on you. He wasn't particularly in a waiting mood and did as told. After 20 minutes, the blue curtains were pulled back and you emerged with a brace on your foot.

"She'll be fine after a few days. But don't let her walk around too much." the doctor instructed. "I also gave her some sedative to take the pain away, so she might feel sleepy right now."

"Thank you so much, doctor." Namjoon said, shaking the man's hand rapidly. He used the fact that you were sleepy as an excuse to carry you to the car and up to the house. You had fallen asleep on his shoulder in the elevator ride. He gently and quietly opened the door and headed for your room. As he tucked the blanket on you, he realized it's been so long since he had properly looked at you. All this time, he had been going out, to run away from the problem. He blamed himself for you getting hurt, if he had been home, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. But then he questioned if you would have called him even if he was home. He knew he was unreliable to you and he cursed at himself for that.

He considered going back to sleep in his room, but was afraid you might need something in the middle of the night. So after taking a shower, he pulled the blanket back and rested his body beside you. He intentionally left quite a gap in the middle. Every part of him wanted to scoot closer and wrapped his arms around your fragile body and it took every ounce of his energy to hold back. Being like this is torture, but he would take suffering than to never being next to you.