Where We Begin & End II K.N.J II

Chapter 6 - The Soup

A/N: I noticed I actually have a couple of readers ;-; I really appreciate and thank you. 

These chapters are a bit harder to write bc I have to get in the headspace of all the characters. It may be a Namjoon ff but it's not going to be a bright romance. I want my readers to get to know these characters and learn them, not just the leads.

It'll get heavy and intense so I once again urge you to be careful. If you get triggered by darker aspects like those mentioned in the tags, please don't force yourself to read through. It's okay to acknowledge and respect your limits. Take care of yourself and enjoy!

Love,

Ms.NoShelfControl.

Seokjin saw the immediate change in the girl as soon as she heard Namjoon's voice.

He'd done his best not to confuse and overwhelm her too much, though he feared it was inevitable given she had to wake up in the bed of a stranger with three full-grown men she had never met before hovering over her.

And confused and overwhelmed she truly was; it was clear as day, from the panic attack that had caught her in its clutches the minute he dragged her out of her nightmare, to the way her teary eyes ran agitatedly over the room, but mostly over him.

She'd looked him right in the eye and asked if this was heaven and whilst he was all too used to having his looks likened to that of an angel or something as otherworldly, something about the way she'd asked it, with her frightened bambi eyes and her quivering chin, stopped him from cracking one of his infamous smirks and engaging in a teasing banter.

Instead, he couldn't help but wonder what sort of circumstances had her ending up on that cliff during such a dangerous night, risking her life to the point where she assumed she would be at heaven's gates by now. Her bloody feet and hands that he took such care to nurse were fresh in his mind, fueling his need for further clarity.

He'd been looking for any visual hint or clue he could find on her without probing too much, but quickly came to realise she was hungrier than him for answers. Fidgeting under her intensely curious scrutiny, he'd seen her eyes glaze over as he'd asked what she last remembered. She was looking at him but something told him it wasn't just him she was seeing.

He could at least conclude that she remembered being on that cliff. That much was evident from the way her eyes widened at his mention of it. He also didn't miss the look of anguish that filled her ebony pools as she fixed them on him.

Why are you staring at me like that? What are you looking for?

It was only when Namjoon stepped into her line of awareness that he noticed the strangest of her behavior. It was so subtle that he could've easily dismissed it as surprise had his keen eyes not picked up on the way her frantic eyes softened, and her quivering fists unclenched just the tiniest bit.

Relief.

That's what it was.

And even more peculiar was how it was reflected in the subject of her attention too. Seokjin took note of how his taut shoulders loosened up at the sight of her, and how the slightest breathy exhale left his lips.

Well, this is fascinating.

"You still look like shit, I see," he couldn't help but remark at his friend whose eyes turned to acknowledge him briefly.

He wasn't lying, though. Namjoon's skin was at least two shades paler than his usual healthy bronzed color. The bags and dark circles under his eyes were more prominent and his chestnut hair looked like he'd been electrocuted. Seokjin also didn't miss the subtle sheen of sweat beading his forehead.