A/N

Sorry for this short-as-Jimin's-dick chapter, I...I got issues, munchies. But imma try to update a longer one later, don't give up on me just yet, babies. ❤

-ImTooHot2Die

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*Rina POV*

"Why are you so reckless?"

I turned my head and saw Namjoon, sitting on an uncomfortable hospital room chair with a tired expression on his face. His hair was quite the disheveled mess and he looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep. 

"Heh. Well that cute, dimpled smile of yours has me doing all sorts of crazy things." I mumbled out as I closed my eyes sleepily with a smile. 

The room went silent and my eyes shot back open when I realized what I had just said. Namjoon was staring at me intently, the corners of his perfect mouth curling in a smile, showing those dimples that I had such a weakness for. 

"That. That is what I'm talking about." I groaned heavily and turned my head away from him. There was a slight feeling of discomfort and I couldn't help but feel a little stiff in my neck. 

"Easy there. You needed a couple of stitches and I don't think you're gonna be able to move it properly for a few days." I heard the chair squeak against the floor as he jumped up and approached the bed. 

I flicked my eyes to him and brought my fingers to my neck, feeling the swollen bump under the bandage. "She really tried to kill me, huh?" I stared straight into his eyes, letting the two orbs of golden darkness make my heart speed up like it always did.

He lent on the frame of the hospital bed and inhaled deeply, the strange silence that surrounded us made it feel almost dream-like. I found myself getting caught on the smallest details of him. The way the muscles in his neck tensed when he was stressed, the movement of his chest rising as he breathed deeply. To say I was a little bit addicted to him would not be wrong.  

"Yeeun….is very possessive. Of her title, her power and Taehyung." The sad gleam in Namjoon's eyes told me that she was far more than just cheap trouble. She brought a dire amount of grief to the boys I had gotten attached to in different, weird ways and I was not okay with it. 

"Why does Taehyung put up with her? She treats him like shit. I mean, I hate Taehyung's guts but even I treat him better than that." I smiled at the way Namjoon smirked when I said I hated Taehyung. I didn't like the tension between the two brothers but I'm relieved that Namjoon atleast sees what an asshole Taehyung is. 

Suddenly Namjoon's smile dropped and he stared off at the wall in the room, his face showing a great deal of remorse and even guilt. oh no, angel...

"Yeeun…." He sighed heavier this time, his body almost slouching down as if an invisible load of stress and anxiety was dumped on his broad back. It disheartened me to see such a beautiful and confident man acting in a way of someone hurt and ashamed. 

"Yeeun and Taehyung are engaged."