Cold Statues

Trust

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A/N: When you no longer have trust, the foundation of a relationship starts to crack.

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Time doesn’t heal the wicked

Today was a bit darker than most, and the storms just kept rolling. Namjoon had so much on his mind these days that he didn't even hear Y/N when she walked in his apartment. They had exchanged keys so it would be easier to see each other. Especially with his schedule at the hospital. Namjoon sighed dejectedly, his whole world seemed to be falling apart around him, and he couldn't figure out how to put it back to how it was before. 

Lying sprawled out on his bed, with his chest exposed and one leg covered by his sheets, Namjoon stared deep in thought out the window.

"Joonie.." Y/N whispered in his ear as she crawled into bed cuddling up next to him. He didn't say anything just kept staring out into the gloomy day outside. It was an exact depiction of how he felt inside.

Turning his face towards her, she gently kissed him. He closed his eyes as he returned the kiss wrapping his arms around her. 

"Are you okay Joonbug?" She asked concern covering her delicate features causing little wrinkles on her forehead. He bit the inside of his cheek.

Namjoon couldn't tell her what happened. Maybe he should, but for now until Hin was found he had to stay quiet and do his best to keep her safe.

"I'm okay Crash." He lied and hoped she believed him. 

Scowling she laid her head on his chest, while he looked back out the window. 

"Where have you been going lately?" She asked unable to lay there quietly when he was acting weird. Ever since he left that day to go to work, and help Hobi his whole demeanor had changed. 

She didn't like it, and her gut was telling her he was cheating. Sure, she could ask Hobi… but don't they have a bro code for stuff like that. She couldn't trust that he would tell her.

Then again maybe she was transferring her guilt on to him. She had been getting closer to Yoongi, and she wasn't sure if she was falling for him, or just infatuated. Either way she felt guilty

Namjoon frowned creasing his forehead. 
"I can't talk about it…." 

"Why not? I'm your girlfriend. You should be able to tell me anything." She said haughtily.

"I know… but this...this I cannot." 

Y/N got on top of him pinning his head between her arms, making him look at her. He had a defeated look that seemed overly tired. 

"You can." She insisted.

Namjoon swallowed hard closing his eyes then stared at her. She was trying to look angry.

She's so cute right now.

"Y/N just drop it… I'm fine." He said propping himself up to kiss her, hoping maybe it would distract her.

It didn't. She pushed him back down. 
"No… what's going on? Is there someone else?" She asked pissed off.

"NO!" He yelled, making her jump. "WHAT THE HELL! I CAN'T TELL YOU AND THAT'S IT!!" 

Namjoon moved her off from him, he was so angry that she would think that. Walking out his room he slammed the door, and plopped down on the black leather loveseat, punching at the cushions. Narrowing his eyes Namjoon grinded his teeth fuming about what she had just asked.

*No…. There isn't anyone else. I'm trying to protect you. I can't tell you because it would hurt you. So, now I have to push you away until we find him again. Then… then… maybe. I can tell you.*

Namjoon could hear her crying through the door. Why did he blow up like that?. 

--------Y/N POV-----

"I…" I squeaked out before Namjoon slammed the door. Leaving me to think the worst. If he wasn't cheating than what would keep him out so late. Why did he have to be so secretive?

Grabbing a pillow I curled up in a ball and cried, until I fell asleep. 

Some time later I woke up to a dark room, and the sound of shifting floor boards. Namjoons phone rang like always. 

I looked over at the clock, its 9:30pm. Getting up I pressed my ear against the door listening.

"No… No… she doesn't know…." Namjoon was talking about me.

"Well, I plan to… but with what happened…." He trailed off. I guess he was listening to whoever he was talking to.

"Okay…. Yea…yea..alright.. we got to find him.." Namjoon left the apartment.

Find who?

I thought. Who was he talking to, and who were they trying to find, and why were they looking for them. 

Pulling out my phone I called Namjoon. It rang twice then went to voicemail. "Are you kidding me?" I said angrily.

A few minutes later the door opened. I started to speak, but I was frozen in fear. 

"Mmm…. Being a whore now?" Hin snickered walking up to me. He looked like he had been trudging through the woods, and mud… his wrists were cut, and somewhat bandaged. He also appeared to be limping. 

"Wha ...what happened to you?" I stammered feeling sick with fear at what he was about to do.

"This… " he gestured to all of him. "Your new dick happened." He growled snatching my arm. Throwing me to the ground. Jumping on top of me he purred in my ear, "Time to go home Pretty Butterfly." At that he jabbed me in the neck with a needle. 

My vision blurred, my body numb, and then everything went black.