sincerely; | namjoon

fourteen

warning: there will be violence in this chapter

namjoon had never had an easy life. growing up was hard, school was hard, making friends was hard. living was hard. and when the first beautiful girl showed interest in him, he fell too hard, too fast. he was so desperate, so deprived of love, he followed blindly. and when that girl walked out...

so now, now namjoon had a chance.

and he was not going to waste it.

he got up and ran after y/n, keeping a good distance behind you while you hurridely ran away. somewhere along the way, he looked away and then you were gone, he had lost sight of you. panting, struggling, and confused, namjoon spun in circles, frustrated beyond belief.

"yeah..the one on hollow drive.."

hoseok's voice rang out in namjoon's head. he had been talking about y/n's living space. you. hollow drive. namjoon took off, sprinting through streets and cars, sidewalks and shops. he was going to find you. he was going to save you.

namjoon ran into your street, seeing your apartment complex and booking it to the lobby. shit. what room were you in? what floor?

"excuse me miss?" he ran to the counter, startling the receptionist. he probably looked insane, hair mussed by the wind, face red, and out of breath. "i need to know where resident y/n l/n is living."

"sir we can't give out that kind of informa-"

"please! she might be in trouble." namjoon came up with something on the spot. that would probably get him up there.

"who are you in relation to miss y/n?" the receptionist droned, and namjoon groaned.

"i'm her boyfriend! where is she staying?!" another lie, but namjoon needed to see you, needed to know you were okay.

"room 113, floor three." namjoon shuddered in horror and realization of the room and floor. this was...this was his old apartment complex. that was his old room. he shook the feeling aside. he needed to get to you.

namjoon dashed away, running to the elevator and punching in the floor number.

"come on come on come on..." namjoon mumbled, biting his lip nervously. he had a bad feeling about this.

the elevator dinged and then he was off, following the familiar hallway to his old living space. when he reached the door he noticed it was slightly opened, jarred. that's...odd. namjoon slowly pushed open the door, hearing muffled sounds from the bedroom. (ya nasties, get your mind out of the gutter, this is serious.)

namjoon walked closer and upon hearing the sounds better, realized it was crying. he cautiously peeked around the doorway of the bedroom. "y/n?"

your head whipped towards the voice, as did jacob's. "namjoon?" you cringed at the sound of your voice, scratchy and small.

"y/n, what's-" namjoon started, but jacob cut him off.

"well, well, what do we have here? darling, is this n.j?" jacob looked at you, and you flinched. namjoon's hands curled into fists at the sight.

"get away from her." namjoon chose to ignore the familiar book on the floor, and the haunting initials.

"aw. that's cute." before you could even blink, jacob turns and swings his fist at namjoon's face and collides with his cheek, making namjoon stumble backwards. you scream and cover your mouth his your palm.

jacob lands another punch to namjoon's chest before namjoon retaliates and swings a hit that smashes into jacob's mouth. you watch the men hit each other a few more times before you had had enough.

"STOP IT!" you hurl yourself between them, and they both stop abruptly, surprised. you slowly turn to jacob, pure, undying rage in your eyes. you swear he recoils. "get the hell out. we are done. i never want to see you again." you grit out and jacob pales slightly. he scowls one more time at namjoon before dashing out of the apartment, door slamming behind him.

you turn back around and slam into namjoon's frame, arms winding around his torso. your face buries in his chest, and you shudder out a breath as his hands run through your hair before wrapping around your shoulders.

you look up and see the damage done to his face, gasping. you gently trace your thumb over his jawline, and he winces. tears well up in your eyes again.

"no, no, don't cry angel." namjoon cups your cheek and wipes a falling droplet away. you darken at the name he gave you but choose to ignore it for now.

"c'mon, we need to get you cleaned up."

namjoon made you feel like a paper butterfly, and his heart was the flame you were so drawn to.