Dynasty {BTSxReader}

Chapter 12: Bandages

"We are not to simply bandage the wounds of the victims beneath the wheels of injustice, we are to drive a spoke into the wheel itself."

                                                                     -Dietrich Bonhoeffer

"Oracle?"

Namjoon squinted his eyes tiredly as he watched you shift your weight from one foot to another, your right hand rubbing your swollen wrist nervously as you cradled it in your chest.

"Uhm..H-Hi." You greeted awkwardly.

You actually felt terrible for having to wake him up at such a late hours, but you had no idea where else to go after storming away from the pervy Emperor. You didn't even know this Namjoon well enough to be showing up at his door at such a late hour, but you didn't know what else to do...The pain in your wrist was slowly becoming more and more unbearable, so it only made sense to go to the only doctor around....Namjoon.

"Hi." He said with a tilt of his head.

"I..." Your words trailed off for a brief moment, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his hazel gaze. "I need your help."

His eyebrows raised at your words, gaze slowly moving to your wrist that rested against your chest.

"Oh my god." He breathed, clearly shocked by the red and purple discoloration that had already begun to spread over the wounded area.

He could see the dislocated bone poking out from underneath your skin, and he watched as you tried desperately not to move it too much.

"Come in! Come in!"

He spoke as he quickly moved out of your way, giving you access to his bedchambers.

You nodded your head, slowly walking inside of the small room. Namjoon's hands found the small of your back as he began leading you towards his twin-sized bed, motioning for you to take a seat on the thin mattress.

You hesitantly sat down, blue eyes never leaving him as you watched him begin to scurry around his room, digging through shelves and bags for supplies.

"Here you are!" You visibly jumped at Jin's exclamation, his loud tone shocking you for a brief moment. "I have been looking for you everywhere. I tried your room, but you weren't- what's wrong with your wrist?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you turned to face the spirit, watching at he studied the horrifying state of your injury. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion and slight anger as he took in your condition, his gaze snapping to your face.

Your cheeks were red and stained with tears, your hair was disheveled and messy as if you had just been into some sort of struggle. Your chest heaved beneath the shirt that you were wearing and your eyes were red , which meant you had been crying.

"Y/n?" His voice came out soft and innocent as he awaited your answer.

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say.

You had no idea why....but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him what had happened. Maybe it's because you were embarrassed that Jungkook had managed to better you...or maybe it's because you didn't wish to be scolded for not being more careful and alert, either way....You didn't know what to say to the ghost in front of you.

"Here." Namjoon's deep voice gained your attention, causing you to break off the staring contest you had been having with the white-haired man beside you.

The purple-haired doctor sat in front of you in a small wooden chair, his round-rimmed glasses now resting on the tip of his nose as he delicately took your injured wrist into his hands.