Bruises || Namjin ✔️

12

The next day was tough. I hadn't talked to my husband the rest of the previous night nor in the morning. Shouldn't he at least try to understand what's been happening?

I had a headache, a big one. Everything was just swarming my head, chaos being an understatement. I wanted to call Minji again, but I knew she wouldn't come back.

I was just left alone in my house. I sat on the couch, staring at the wall and feeling pity for myself. Shouldn't I be doing something about this? How am I supposed to live like this?

My phone begins to ring, but I end the call right away. I didn't want to answer it, especially not if it was It. I was too tired. I had nightmares about it. I just wanted to rest.

Instead of cleaning around the house, I went back to our room. I didn't even change, I ducked straight under the covers and shut my eyes. I wished for sleep to overcome me quickly so I wouldn't have to deal with my pessimistic thoughts.

-

"Hyung! Open the door!" A very muffled voice startled me from my sleep. What time was it?

"Seokjin! Open this damn door!" Another voice yells, a loud banging echoing through the house.

I sit up quickly, throwing the covers off and rushing to the front of the house. Taehyung and Yoongi were standing outside.

When I opened the door, I was tackled to the ground. "Hyung! What the hell is wrong with you?! I called you for hours!" Tae shouts, hugging me tightly.

"I-I'm sorry, Tae. I thought it... I was sleeping. I didn't get your call," I cover up, patting his back until he finally got off of me and helped me up.

"Christ. I was really worried. I thought something bad happened. Minji told me what happened. She felt awful about Namjoon."

"I know. Namjoon is just..."

"Ignorant," Yoongi cut me off, shaking his head and sighing. "I don't get how he doesn't believe you. Tae told me everything."

"Sorry hyung, I couldn't get him to come over here unless I told him what happened."

"It's alright. Are you guys hungry? We can go somewhere for lunch."

"Sounds fine with me-"

A door slamming down the hallway scared us out of our conversation. It went silent, the two boys staring down the hall in fear and curiosity as I quickly grabbed my phone and wallet.

"Please, let's go now."