Bruises || Namjin ✔️

6

I take a step back, baffled by her words, "what do you mean? Why?"

"It's not safe there, hon. You need to get your husband and leave as soon as you can. You'll die in there. You'll die."

My hands tremble as she scurries away back to her own cart. She goes down the isle as if nothing happened.

What?

-

I sit outside with the groceries, even more terrified to go inside. How did she know? Was there some past about it I didn't know about? Did someone die here or get killed? No, that couldn't be it. The realtor would've told us.

"Fuck," I hiss, frustrated with this stupid house.

When we had looked at it, I felt something pulling me toward it. I've never been drawn to something so much. It hadn't even been on our buyers list, but I mentioned it to Namjoon and he agreed to look at it.

Now here I was. Sitting on the curb outside because I was too afraid to go inside.

"I shouldn't be afraid of you," I argue to nothing, standing, bags in hand. "I refuse to be afraid of this house. I bought this house for someone I love. Just ignore it, Seokjin."

I stomp toward the house, sticking my key in and entering. Placing the bags on the counter, I start taking the items out, walking to the cupboards and placing them in one by one.

After stacking up some cans in the cupboard, I hear an odd... sizzling sound? I whip my head to the stove, it being off and nothing atop it.

Tilting my head in confusion, I turn back to the rest of the food. Staring at the counter, my head throbs and my vision blurs. My chest cramps up in fear of what I was witnessing.

The eggs were cooking - on the counter. Popping out of the crate and onto the granite. Sizzling. As if they were in a hot pan.

Then my head hit the ground.

-

"Seokjin, Jinnie baby, wake up," a soft voice says in my ear. It sounded more like it was underwater.

I whimper, peeling my eyes open. Realization then dawned on me and I sat up quickly.

"Hey sleepy head," Namjoon smiles, going in for a kiss. But I push him away and rip the blankets off of my body.

How did I get in bed?

I book it to the kitchen, my socked feet slipping on the wood. I crash into the wall, pushing myself off of it, entering the kitchen.

Everything was in place, as if nothing had happened.

"Wh-where did the groceries go? Namjoon, where did the groceries go?" I panic, turning around to see him holding up his hands in defense as if I had sounded angry.

"I put them away, what's wrong?"

"The eggs, did you see the eggs?" My voice is trembling as I walk toward him, my nails digging into my palms.

"Yeah?" He raises an eyebrow, "I put them in the fridge. What's the matter?"

"No, the opened ones. They were open and they were on the counter and- and they were sizzling and-" I fall back, my consciousness not agreeing with me today.

"Whoa," Joon catches me on his chest, his arms wrapping protectively around me. "Baby, you're not making any sense. Are you feeling sick? Is that why you were asleep?"

"I fainted on the floor, did you take me to the bed?"

"No, you were in bed. Babe, please, tell me what happened? Are you sick?"

"I-I..." I didn't know what to say. How would I even say it? The eggs were cooking on the counter and I blacked out because of it.

"I-I'm just not feeling well, I guess."