Bangtan Gang ~ Kim Namjoon x BTS

7- You Promise

[Authors pov]

Namjoon awoke to noise.
He yawned and tried to stretch before wincing in pain and remembering where he was.

His eyelashes fluttered over his eyes as he glanced around the room he was in.

It was different to the medical room he had been in before, and he could swear that Jin carried him down to the living area, but after that he was blank and he realized he must have fallen asleep.

The room he was in looked like a bedroom, just a really fancy one.
He couldn't see much from the position he was in as he was lying down on a bed he assumed, his arm in a sling, held right to his chest.

The walls were a light cream, almost white colour, and to his right he could see some sort of photos hanging on the wall, of what, he wasn't sure.

The bed seemed to have four posts, and there were curtains hanging on them, tied at the end.

He also noticed that the bedding he was laying on was also white, which seemed to be the theme of the room.

There was a tv in front of him, mounted onto the wall and under it was a desk.

That was all he could really see without sitting up and he knew he would need help to do so.

However, the noise that he woke up to was still going on.
It was voices, sounding like somebody was getting a lecture and the others not wanting to listen.
He could make out a few words from the loud shouting but it seemed as if many people were shouting so it got a bit mumbled.

He coughed a little, clearing his throat, wanting to call for help but not wanting to be rude in the house he was at.

"Hello?" he mumbled out before sighing at himself and coughing once again, really wanting a glass of water.

"Jin hyung" He shouted out, but he got no response and he could still hear the shouting going on, hearing something about privacy.

He shouted twice more, to no avail, so he sighed, staring at the ceiling once again, before deciding that he would get up himself.

He knew he couldn't sit up straight so he tried to move his legs off the bed which was an easy task.
It was just getting his upper body to move that was the problem.

Using his good hand, he grabbed the edge of the bed and tried to push himself up, biting his lip hard as a feeling of pain rushed through his chest.
He had made it up, and was now sitting on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply as his fingers traveled to his chest, feeling the bandage underneath his shirt.

Trying not to think of the scarring it would leave and the night itself, he stood up, taking a glance around the room before walking out the door.

He was faced with a hallway and many doors and he mentally sighed as he realised he had no idea about the layout of this house.

He just decided to follow the voices, which seemed to be getting louder instead of quieter.

Though to Namjoon, he was grateful when they got louder as he knew he was almost there.

His steps were heavy, and he knew he probably shouldn't be walking but he needed help and when he was met with a set of double doors, with voices coming from behind, he was relived.

Without even thinking about a knock or talking, he used his good arm and pushed the door open before bending a little, taking deep breathes.

The shouting immediately stopped as Namjoon walked into Yoongis office, all of them shocked to see him.

Jin immediately ran over to him, asking questions.

"Namjoon, what are you doing here, are you okay?"

"I.." Namjoon stuttered out, trying not to wince too much as his chest felt like it would explode.