Sick

"it's his"

Seokjin's pov

More time passes by. Time really is just unforgiving and greedy. You can't do shit about it.

You have to force yourself to move forward nomatter what. Over the past months Namjoon and I have been somewhat functioning. We faught more than needed be. We lived under the same roof so we had virtually no choice. He is my husdand!.... so whether I like it or not we have to tolerate each other. Currently he was racking my blood cells to the freaking core.

"Where the fuck have you been?" I ask him after he shows up close to one am.

"Out! Can't I do that?" He says sarcastically.

My blood gushes through my veins like a wildfire.

"You can't freaking do this all the time!" I yell back.

"Why? Cause you're not? Look, I went out with some co-workers. We had dinner. That's it end of story. Now just let me go to sleep."

"Really Namjoon? I'm not blind nor am I dumb! I see the hickeys under your neck, don't you think that bothers me. You're cheating on me."

"They aren't hickeys and I don't know what you're complaining about. God, just relax."

In that moment after he says that my body just complies. It was as if it was tired. Too tired and had no strenght to fight back or argue. Was this worth it?

The depression that came along with the incident heightened and lowered my emotions. They were all over the place and I had trouble controlling them.

I walk out of the bedroom, away from Namjoon and sit outside hugging my knees to my chest.

'It'll be alright, it'll be alright. You're a strong person' I told myself. 'Relax, just relax.' I force myself to breath slowly. This wasn't good for my health. Just take a step back or the stress will make you sick...it'll kill you.... however...is that really a bad thing? If I end it, I'll have peace, no more anxiety, Namjoon will be free to do as he pleases and most importantly, I'll be reunited with my baby...

There's no way he's still alive. I had no hope. Whoever, whatever horrible person took him I hope they get the worst punishment, I hope they get tortured for a long time. They're the ones that don't deserve to live.

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I wake up the next morning in my bed. Odd, I'm pretty sure I fell asleep outside on the balcony. As much as I'd hate to admit it, Namjoon put me to bed. He's done so before. I don't know what that says for us. 'Sigh' it's too much work thinking about it this early in the morning. One minute we're disfunctional and at each other's throat the next we're having sex. It's all very confusing.

The clock on the wall stated that it was 10:43 am.
Today I had an off day, the company was doing an annual shut down to clean and sort their inventory out. Basically just throwing out records from a decade ago.

The otherside of the bed was empty. Namjoon was at work. I presume! After about a few more minutes I decide to get up. Reluctantly I head to the bathroom. Trying my utmost to ignore the forgotten room in the far corner. My bladder and stomach were the two responsible impulses of my actions. If it weren't for their persuasion I'd have stayed in bed all day.

After doing a brief morning routine I head to the kitchen to find something to eat.

As I head to the living room I catch a glimpse of the front door... wide open.

What? Quickly I do a full 360 degree turn. "Namjoon?" Was he still here?

No answer. Why the hell is the door wide open?

I set my food down and search for my phone.

"Hey.." he says calmly.

"Why is the door open?" I ask urgently.

"Doors are suppose to be open." He says childishly.

"No, why is the front door wide open. I woke up and it was wide open."

"What? I locked the door this morning." He says. I don't say anything.

"Jin?"

I walk over to the door and to the side there's a small package wrapped up in some weird christmas wrapping paper. What? What is a small gift doing on the outside of the hallway. Christmas was months ago. It didn't make sense.

"Jin?" I hear Namjoon say into the phone.

"Er.. there's a small present in the hallway."

"What?" He asks.

"There's like literally just a small package wrapped in christmas wrapping paper lying in the hallway outside our apartment." There's nobody in the hallway.

"What? Don't open it. Listen to me. Get out of the apartment. Go over to Mrs.Yun. If somebody is in the apartment it could be dangerous!" Namjoon says in an alert tone.

I hear all the words he is says perfectly however my focus is suddenly casted on the wrapper.

"Jin?" Namjoon yells. "Jin are you there?"

Carefully I place the phone down next to me and open the package. Namjoon continues to try to talk on the other end but I ignore it.

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There, laying in the paper is a yellow fabric. Distinctive in all its glory. Familiar to me on site. It's a small yellow jacket. Jimin's yellow jacket!

I instantly tear up. "Jin??" Namjoon yells. I pick up the phone and place it back to my ear.

"It's, it's his jacket." I say, my voice cracking in the process.

"What whose jacket? What did you say? You opened it?" He asks.

"Im holding it in my hand, it's his. It was in the present. It's Jimin's jacket he was wearing the day he got taken away from me." I walk over to the sitting area.

"What? Seokjin listen to me. You're in danger. Baby listen to me go to Mrs.Yun and call 911 and don't move I'm on my way."

"It's his jacket Joonie, he's alive!" I say to him. My mind and heart filled with instant relief and hope. I didn't even want to question how the hell it got here or anything. Was this proof or some sort of bait?

"SEOKJIN! Listen to me!!" I wasn't paying attention to anything. This was news. Good news. The best I've heard in a while.

Next thing I know I feeling an intense pain in my head. A loud thump and falling to the ground."

"SEOKJIN! JIN? JIN?" I hear Namjoon yell over the receiver.

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To be continued. Thanks for reading.
Song recommendation: Skinny love - Birdy.