Bruises || Namjin ✔️

9

I tapped my trembling finger on my coffee cup, the heat burning through my skin. I waited in silence for Namjoon to return home. It had only been less than a month in this new house but that's all it took for me to realize that there was something else within this house that wasn't supposed to be here.

Abruptly, the door opening and shoes that softly hit the floor tell me my boyfriend is home. His presence calms me, knowing a human was here with me.

"Jinnie?" His smooth voice echoed through the house, bouncing off of the bare walls.

"In here," I reply, my voice wavering in the air a bit. I was terrified. I was terrified to be alone in this house. I was terrified to know that I wouldn't be able to defend myself against this thing.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He questions, setting his keys onto the counter and taking a seat next to me.

I clench my jaw, resting my hand on the glass cup, feeling fear drip down my spine. How would I explain this to him? Tell him that I want to move again although we haven't even been here two months? Tell him that there's someone else living in this house that I can't see? He's going to call me crazy.

"Hey, come on, what's the matter?" He questions, taking my hand and sliding it into his own. I glanced at him, seeing genuine worry float through his pupils.

"Joonie," I say, clearing my throat, "there's..." I was at a loss for words. How do I tell him this?

"Seokjin, you're scaring me," he says, squeezing my hand tighter, showing me that he was now having a bit of anxiety as well. "Tell me what happened, please."

"I can't, Namjoon," I breathe out, "you won't believe me. You'll call me crazy. You'll throw me in a mental institution."

He suddenly looks confused, "Baby, I won't. I promise. Just tell me what-"

"There's a spirit in this house," I spit, my lungs failing to keep my breathing steady. "It hit me. I felt it touch me. It touched me, Namjoon."

He sits there, astonished, not knowing what to say. The grip on my hand is suddenly gone and I feel my heart break. He thinks I'm crazy. He's going to leave me.

"What? Are... did you get hurt?" He asks, standing up and grasping my face, searching it for bruises or cuts.

He moves my hair out off my forehead and finally sees the bruise that had started developing. His fingers brush it and I wince, the sting wearing off after a second.

"Are there anymore bruises or anything?" He questions, going to the fridge and grabbing out some ice and putting it into a bag then bringing it to me.

"The force knocked me into the laundry room wall, Joon. I-I couldn't see if there were more bruises, but I'm sore."

"Okay so... this spirit hit you into the wall? Show me," he says and I walk over to the laundry room. The wall had a huge hole in it, broken from me falling into it.

"Oh my god..." he says, grasping my upper arm. "How... and you're sure you didn't trip? Maybe you dropped a sock and slipped. Maybe-"

"Namjoon," I say, catching his attention, "I walk into the kitchen at night to get a drink, I can feel eyes on me. Things move around by themselves. It's okay if you don't believe me. I didn't expect you to. I know what I felt and I know it wasn't a damn sock."

I said those words almost angrily, but with an understanding of his theories. He was trying to find something reasonable to blame it on because there was no way in hell he was going to believe that a ghost could harm his boyfriend. I knew better than that.

"We just moved here, Jin. Can you..." He seems almost hesitant to ask, "can you just be more careful until I can figure everything out?"

Be more careful? He doesn't believe me. He thinks I accidentally did it. He thinks that since I hit my head, I remember it wrong.

"It's not that I don't believe you, I'm just... skeptical. I can't just believe this without having hard evidence. You could've just mistaken one thing to be another," he says, getting a bit worked up in trying to explain himself without trying to upset me.

Hard evidence? So a hole in the wall and bruised up boyfriend isn't enough...

"Joon, breathe. I know what I felt but hey, maybe you're right. Maybe I do remember it wrong. It's fine. Let's just go eat dinner and talk about this later, deal?" I strain a smile, feeling my lips wobble.

"Deal."