PROTECT YOU FOREVER/ BTS/ NAMJOON

23. Caught

Sam's POV:

Nothing is really going right, my nightmares have increased somehow. I don't know what to do it's eating me and killing me from inside.

I stare outside the room window. It's dark, I can see the Eiffel Tower from here though. We have done with one half of the tour and will resume after some months. We are leaving day after tomorrow back to Seoul.

I look at the time it's late but I can't sleep, am afraid. Talking to Jay isn't helping either. I can't take it anymore. I hold my head it's spinning if I try to think about it. Ah f*ck. I haven't left my room today, I can't tomorrow either. I take a deep breath and sit on the bed. I need it, or I'll go crazy. Good thing we are leaving soon. Hope I survive until.

Yoongi's POV:

I jolt awake to a loud crashing sound, as if some glass shattered due to force. Wait what the f*ck is going on. I sit up and try to take in things. If I am not wrong the sound is from Sam's room. Or maybe my ears are playing tricks on me.

I try to sleep again but the loud crash repeats. Next thing I hear is some muffled yelling, it's Sam. Ok really what in the f*cking hell is happening here? I look at the time, my phone reads 3:24 a.m. Devil's hour. Really now. Ugh! I groan. My beauty sleep.

I try to pick noises coming out of her room, some shuffling and loud footsteps. Then she approaches the door, opening it with a loud bang. That door might break. Cursing lightly, she passes my room and runs down I guess.

I come out my room, concerned. I look beside, her room door is wide open, I peek in. Holy shit not good, there is broken glass all around and the pillow is teared up. Really Sam, what did you do?

I carefully close her door, if someone else sees this it won't be good. I rush downstairs searching for her. Ah, there she is, speaking with the security guard outside. I hide a bit and see. She gives him some money... Wait what? And then takes a cigarette and lighter. Staff isn't allowed to smoke. What the hell!

She goes out and lights it. I come out and the gaurd freezes. I glare at him, he lowers his head and apologizes for not stopping her. Idiot he wouldn't stop her cause she paid him. 😒 You think we are dumb or something.

I see her pacing up and down, smoking.

"Sam! " I call out lightly. She turns around, her hair is a mess, eyes poofy with bags, skin pale. She coughs loud and throws the cigarette butt away.

"Oppa, what are you doing here? " She asks shocked.

"I can ask you the same? " I raise my eyebrow.

"Am sorry, please don't tell this to anyone." She begs joining her hands together. If I complain she'll be fired, I don't want that so...

"I won't if you tell me what's going on, the f*ck is wrong with your room? "

"Oh, you saw that. "

"You left the door open. "

"Shit."

I stand beside her, and she starts to walk with me.

"I'll tell you, but please don't let anyone know about this. " She speaks. Taking a deep breath she continues.

"It's just that, I get nightmares of some events I have gone through. Those nightmares have made me agressive, my way of reacting isn't soft..... I get angry or irritated due to it so I tend to take it out on things...... At first I was addicted to smoking, I cut it down but at extreme times I need it. Like today, you saw the room. " She chuckles.

"You'll think am crazy or psycho. It's fine I have received that title a lot. " She looks up into the dark sky.

"I won't, would you like to share what kind of nightmares you have. " I ask.

"Maybe later, not now. " She shrugs away.

"It's ok, how long have you been dealing with this? "

"Almost 5 years. "

"Have you received medical help? "

"Tried it, nothing helps problems increased. Drugs don't last long after their effect wears off, the nightmares' intensity increases. Only way is to try and forget it that's what my therapist said, hah if she really knew how difficult it is.... Please don't tell this to anyone, I'll loose everything. " Her tone it's sad and disturbing.

I feel sad for her. "Don't pity me. " She stated blankly. "Hmm." I just hummed.

It grew colder as a breeze passed. She hugs herself. "Maybe we should head back. " I suggest. "Yea." She replies.

We reach our rooms, "Ah, about your room... " I start.

"I'll clean it up don't worry, am used to that. " She cuts me. Smiling she enters her room and closes the door. I too enter my room and go back to sleep.

Namjoon's POV:

Something is wrong, Sam hasn't left her room for a whole day and she seems to be avoiding us. I feel uneasy about this. And now she is sitting with Yoongi hyung for the flight home. It is difficult to get hyung change seats.
Mostly Sam talks to the person beside her, but today she is quite, very quite. Unusual of her, I want to ask her if she is ok but she has distanced herself from all of us except Yoongi hyung she talks with him a bit. She is looking outside the window calmly.

"Who are you staring at, Sam or Yoongi? " Jin hyung asks.

"What...no...no one. " I say looking at front.

"I can clearly see what's going on. " He chuckles.

"Oh."

"You know what, go for her. "

"What, no am only trying to be her friend. " I brush it off. He laughs.

"Yea yea whatever. You'll figure it out soon. " I blush lightly at his statement. Am I that obvious to others, but am not sure myself.
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A/n: Aww Joonie you'll know it soon. ☺