Drinks and Drabbles

Tears and Bruised Shins (knj - fluff)

Fatigue and stress builds up as you walk to your front door from your car, ready to just scream at the world in frustration. Work today was exceptionally busy and stressful, a new employee seeming to have no common sense at all and giving you extra unnecessary work.

You walk into your house, closing the front door behind you and standing in the doorway with tears of frustration brimming your eyes. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Trying to calm yourself down does nothing to you and you throw your keys to the floor before letting yourself cry it all out.

You hear a concerned startle from the living room, a rustling around of paper and books. Then suddenly, you hear a loud stumble and crash, an aggravated, 'fuck'. You hear a sharp intake of breath, and then you see your boyfriend walk into the hallway with a small limp.

A mixed look of concern and pain on his face, Namjoon makes his way over to you and wraps you up in his arms. You sit there cuddled up on the floor of your hallway for a few minutes until your crying subsides, the comfort of Namjoon's arms around you soothing your stress away. Once you've managed to even your breath, you look up at Namjoon, who still seems to be in a little bit of pain.

"Are you okay," you ask him, voice cracking from the crying earlier.

Namjoon frowns. "I should be asking you that."

"I'm okay now," you say, giving him a fond smile. "You look like you're in pain."

Namjoon lets out an embarrassed laugh, before wincing. "I whacked my shin on the corner of the coffee table."

You can't help but laugh, imagining the scenario that might have played out. "How did you manage to do that?"

"I–" Namjoon stutters, blushing in embarrassment. "I heard you crying and I just, I don't know, rushed to get to you? It happened too fast."

Still laughing, you looked down toward Namjoon's shin. "Let me see."

Namjoon sits down on the floor so he can slowly pull up the right leg of his sweatpants. On his shin, there's an angry looking bruise starting to turn purple. You wince at the sight.

"What the hell did you do, kick the table with your shin?"

"Please, just say that I'm a clumsy idiot," Namjoon groans.

You laugh. "I'll get you some ice."

Ice applied and some comforting scoops of ice cream later, the two of you cuddle up on the couch, being mindful of the bruise on Namjoon's shin. You stare at the offending coffee table, the corner looking extremely threatening now.

"Do you want me to get some of those table corner covers that mums buy for their kids?" you ask Namjoon, after staring at the coffee table in deep thought.

Namjoon groans, burying his face into your neck. "At this point, you might end up child-proofing this whole house for me."

"I might have to," you say with a laugh, placing a kiss on his temple.

Stress and tears gone, you spend the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch with Namjoon.