Cold Statues

Clumsy Cuteness

Namjoon woke up to his arms wrapped around his pillows. He couldn't remember a thing that happened other than Amber showing up and him crying in her shoulder. He felt like such a dunce. Why did he do that? He barely knew her, and now he probably scared her away. 

Lost in his thoughts he didn't see the girl walk back in carrying a tray with orange juice, 2 pills and some eggs with toast on it. 

"Morning." She smiled down at him. 

He panicked and threw a pillow at her making her drop everything. The orange juice splattered all over her teal blue shirt, and the eggs and toast landed on her bare feet. 

Her bare feet? Why are her feet bare? Wait…
 Namjoon peeked under his covers then back at her feet, and finally his eyes came to rest on her face. Which looked like she may cry. 

"Oh God…. Amber I'm so sorry!!"  He said panicking again jumping from his bed to hug her. But instead he fell on her crying out in pain.

They both crashed to the floor. Namjoon landing on top of Amber knocking the wind out of her. 

"Oh no… oh no.." he got up quickly, Amber looked like she had been knocked out. A tear slid down the side of her face. But, then she coughed hard and rolled over. 

Namjoon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Oh thank goodness." Amber took one look at Namjoons worried exasperated expression and busted out laughing. She couldn't help it. He was such a klutz. 

"Are you okay?" He asked watching her laugh. 
She stopped laughing and cleared her throat.

"I'm fine.. the question is… are you?"

He grimaced remembering the glass he stepped on before he fell. Sitting criss-crossed he brought his right foot up to examine it. Namjoon breathed in hard. A sliver of glass was protruding out the ball of his foot. Running a hand over his face. He looked up at a now pale faced Amber. 

"Uh… about that fine…" she whined as she got up and ran to the bathroom. He watched her take off then looked back down at his foot. The sliver of glass was turning crimson and blood was starting to trickle down the side of his foot.

Moments later his first aid kit came flying from the bathroom door, and hit him in the leg. 

"Ow.." he complained. Amber was sitting far back in the bathroom biting her nails, trying not to look. He shook his head at her, taking the things he needed from the kit. 

"Blood bother you?" 

"A bit… yea…" she gagged. He smiled, taking the tweezers and pulling the glass from his foot. Double checking to make sure he got it all before applying pressure with a cotton ball. A few moments later after reassuring himself that he didn't need stitches he bandaged it. Then got up gingerly with the kit and trash. Slowly he limped to the bathroom and put the kit away, tossing the trash in the bin below the sink. 

"I'll get something to clean the rest of that up." Amber pointed to the mess on the floor, as she got up, moving quickly to the kitchen. Returning shortly only to be pulled into a less breathtaking hug than the one before. Although it was nice and warm. 

"Thank you." He whispered in her ear. She smiled pushing away to clean up the mess. 

"Would you like to get breakfast with me?" 

Amber scoffed at him. "Really."

"Yea… clearly glassy eggs wouldn't sit well on your stomach or mine so…."

She rolled her and laughed. He was impossible but he was cute too. So why not?
"Sure."

He beamed at her, disappearing into his closet and bringing out a shirt and some jeans.

"These look like they would fit you, and I have a hoodie you can borrow." 

Handing them to her, Amber realized these were girls clothes. "Uh…."

Realizing where she was going with that he shook his head. "There my sister's clothes." He quickly informed.

She raised an eyebrow as she walked back into the bathroom, closing the door she collapsed against it. 

Buzzzzzzz buzz

"Shit!" She exclaimed looking down at her phone. 

She had 46 missed calls and 72 notifications. Amber knew who they were from. She totally forgot to message Catie.

((Catie: OMG!! Amber where the fuck are you?! So many people are going missing! Some boy named Taehyung was kidnapped right out of his own home. Please for the love of God tell me you are okay!!!))

Amber's heart squeezed. She didn't mean to make her worry about her so much. 

((Reply to Catie: I'm so sorry… I fell asleep after helping a friend get home safely. Please don't be mad.💜))

A few seconds later. 

((Catie: Your legs are dead today.))

Well, she is mad. But, at least she is only going to murder my legs at the gym later. Amber thought. 

A light tap on the door disturbed her thoughts. "Amber? Are you okay?" 

"Yes I'm fine be out in a minute" 

A few minutes later she exited the bathroom, the jeans were a little snug. But, overall fit well, and the shirt well, we won't talk about her midriff that was showing. Clearly his sister was confident in her figure.

"Here…" Namjoon said smiling at her while she tried to tug the shirt down. Amber grabbed the hoodie, breathing in the warm scent of his cologne that lingered on it. 

It fell down to her knees and covered her hands but she didn't care. It was warm and comfy. 

"Ready" he asked tripping a little as he walked to the front door. She giggled and nodded.