Bruises || Namjin ✔️

11

As we talked more and more, I didn't realize the clock hands move hours on. We were only startled out of our conversation when the door opened and in walked Namjoon.

He stopped and stared at us. Minji had been holding my hand after I moved from the chair to the couch. We were in a deep conversation, and I was getting emotional.

Namjoon smiles nervously, "is this where I find out my husband has been straight the entire time and he's having an affair with the priestess?"

Minji laughs and stands up, walking toward him, "Nice to meet you, I'm Lee Minji."

"Kim Namjoon," he says suspiciously. "So what we're you guys doing? Who exactly are you?"

I stand and look at Minji. She looks back. Taking in a deep breath, I begin to explain.

"Joon, Minji is a psychic. I invited her over so she could tell me why these... unnatural things have been happening around the house."

Namjoon frowns, almost immediately making my heart sink. "Seokjin, there's nothing going on in this house. You're imagining things."

"Yes, there is. I've seen it. I've felt it. I can't understand why you don't believe me, Joon," I cry out, taking in a few deep breaths.

"Jin, you need to get out of the house more-"

"Namjoon, I was thrown into the damn wall! How is that not enough for you!"

It goes silent until Minji goes back and grabs her files and purse. "I should leave, I'm sorry to have disturbed you. Good luck, Seokjin."

"Wait, no! Minji," I gasp, my heart pounding against my chest as I watch her escape through the front door. The prickle behind my eyes appear, and suddenly tears are flowing freely.

I shakily take a seat, Namjoon watching me do so.

"Seokjin," he starts, kneeling next to me. He tries to take my hand, but I rip it from his grasp. He sighs, "lovely, I'm here for you. I want to protect you, I do."

"Well you're doing a great fucking job at that. Why are you home so early?"

"I only came to grab some papers. You weren't answering your phone, so I came to get them myself. I have to go back, but I can call in and say something came up."

"No," I bark, "just get them and go."

"Babe-"

"Go, Namjoon."

-

Another two hours pass by of me sitting at the house alone. I had already made it up in my mind that he was sleeping on the couch. The sheet, blanket, pillow were all stacked neatly on one cushion.

I don't think we've ever made one of us sleep on the couch, but there's a first time for everything. I was angry, upset, and in disbelief... but most of all, I was hurt.

Shouldn't he be worried about me getting thrown into a wall? How did he believe that I did it to myself? I just said fuck it and decided go skating on a sock? Plus the fact that the hole is higher up, so it wouldn't make sense if I had done it myself on accident.

I don't know anymore... I hate doubting myself, I do. Namjoon is wrong. He is.