Your week usually starts off with heading towards the café to get a cup of coffee before work. Your mittens and scarf keeping you warm as the winter air chilled the atmosphere.

"Morning (y/n), I got a hot cup of coffee with your name on it. I also threw in banana bread. On the house", Minsu, a guy who you've known for a bit over two months, smiled and gave you both items.

"Thanks but you know me. I have to pay or my conscience will be scolding every minute I see you. Plus, don't you have cameras here? Won't your boss get mad?", you asked, leaning against the counter as he stocked up on paper cups, which you have complained about before.

"The boss is my father. So no, he won't get mad. Just be glad you met someone like me. Free banana bread is not very common in these streets", he smirked.

Rolling your eyes, you thanked him and bid farewell before walking out of the café. Days like these, you wish you can just walk along the sidewalk and enjoy the fresh air, mostly because winter is one of your top favorite seasons.

"Hey (y/n)!"

Your best friend, Lua, ran behind you and linked her arm with yours, smiling widely as she's about to tell you some good news.

"Guess what? Hosung just asked me out and we're going on a date this Friday! I know we had plans but is it alright if we move girl's night to Saturday?", she asked.

"Of course. I already knew he was gonna ask you anyways", you said.

"Wait..how?", she asked.

"Because he asked me if it was alright. Why would I say no? You talk about him all the time. He seems like a good guy", you said.

Both of you crossed the street and entered the building where they work. It's always quiet. All you could hear were the clicking sound coming from the keyboards every time someone would type their story. Is it fun being an assistant for the CEO of the most known News Story Company? It's decent and it pays the bills.

"I'll see you after work", Lua waves before going into her office.

She's also an assistant but she gets more opportunities to get her work out there. Both of you have been struggling to write a story to get in the first page but you have no luck. Lua has lots of luck and you couldn't be any more proud.

Sighing, you sat in front of your desk and began to organize some files in your computer. It can be a pain, not just on her brain but on her back as well. The chairs aren't very good, condition wise. But better than sitting on the floor.

"Are you finished looking over the story of the cat with five legs? I've been waiting to publish it", one of your co workers said.

"I have and there are some suggestions I'd like to make. One- this needs to be at least three pages, not one and a half. Two- if you want this to get on the paper, it has to make sense so I have no idea how you created this picture. And three- There were a lot of grammatical errors and some parts weren't accurate to the whole idea. To tell you honestly, this won't get published", you said.

He scoffed and walked away. You can see him walking towards the boss' office, knocking angrily before getting permission to go in. Of course you know what he's doing. Another complaint being made just for being honest.

But is it your fault that other people can't do their job?

It's now after 10pm. Lua left early because of a family emergency while you had stay because you had to make up for loss of time. But then again what's the point if you always end up close to the last page.

As you walked down the empty streets, you can feel eyes on you. The pepper spray is in your coat pocket. Your mother gave it to you after the last time you had an encounter with someone who tried to mug you. He failed.

Your footsteps sped at an increasing rate, looking back only to see a cat on the hood of a car. You sighed in relief and kept thinking that all the work is stressing her out.

"I really need a car", you mumbled to yourself.

A car would be a good idea. Great, even. But your finance isn't that great. You're about to be 25 yet you're afraid of driving. Not rare.

When you arrived home 15 minutes later, Lua messaged you that she won't be at work for a few days because she has to take care of her mom. So you insisted on continuing her work so she won't fall behind. It's not like you had anything else to do.

The next day, you made your way towards the café and instead of ordering coffee, you decided to choose something else.

"You know, I haven't had hot chocolate in years. I'm in the mood for one", you said.

"Coming right up", Minsu smiled and went behind the counter to make it.

You sat on an empty table and set your things aside, debating whether to work on your piece or not. The thing is, nothing inspires you. Every time you wrote on a piece of paper, it ends up in the trash all crumbled up.

"(Y/n)?"

You turned to meet eyes with someone who you haven't seen in three years.

"Namjoon? What are you doing here?", you asked, standing up to hug him.

Namjoon was your first best friend. You met him 16 years ago in a park. You two were really close, he would play the piano whenever you were upset. But then when he got the news that he can transfer overseas, you haven't been in contact.

"I came back. I'm studying here now. It's been a while, hasn't it?", he smiled and sat down in front of her.

"Yeah, how's everything?", you asked.

"Everything is good. What are you doing here on a Tuesday morning?", he asked.

Before you could answer, Minsu placed the hot chocolate in front of you.

"Thanks. Minsu, this is Namjoon. He and I were really close when we were kids", you introduced both so it won't be weird.

"Hot chocolate? But it's not Friday. Fridays were our hot chocolate days", Namjoon told Minsu.

"Ah, she usually gets coffee", Minsu explained.

"Coffee? I thought you hated coffee", Namjoon said.

"I did. But Minsu makes really amazing coffee. Maybe I just suck at it", you said.

Namjoon glanced at Minsu and noticed him blushing. He wondered if they were together, feeling a bit disappointed.

"I have to get going. Class starts in twenty minutes. But we should catch up. Do you have the same number?", he asked.

"Yeah. I can just text you", you said.

"I changed my number. Here", he took a pen out of his pocket and wrote it down on a napkin.

"Call me soon so we can hang out", Namjoon smiled and began walking out of the café.

You exhaled and looked down at the napkin, smiling uncontrollably. Minsu, on the other hand, thought you were a psycho for making that face. He walked over to the cash register and just watched as you drank the hot chocolate in silence.

You were a few minutes late because you forgot that your schedule changed. Of course your coworker had to snitch on you and now you have to stay an hour more.

Luckily you worked on Lua's things so no one bothered you...until you ended up getting an every message.

'Hey, how are you?'

You didn't recognize the number. Placing the phone down on the desk, you ignored it and continued working but ended up getting another message.

'I miss you.'

Feeling more creeped out, you turned off your phone and tried to get your mind off of it. You had some clue but weren't sure.

"I'm off, sir", you peeked into his office and mentioned the few piles of stories that are waiting to be published.

And with that, you exited the building and took out your phone to text Lua about how her mother is doing. Fortunately her health isn't as bad as you thought. All she needs is to rest and to not overwork.

You were about seven minutes away from your house. Footsteps behind you for about two minutes. Do you continue walking or confront the person who is following you? Either way your heart is racing like crazy.

So you took a minute and quickly looked back only to see no one. Maybe you're losing your mind from work. You haven't eaten since lunch. Maybe you just need food.

When you turned back around, you were startled by the one person you thought you were never gonna see again.

"Hey sweetie", the smirk on his face grew as he took steps forward.

"How'd you find me?", you asked, making sure he doesn't get any closer.

"You moved houses, not cities. And it's not that hard to track down someone. Hm, let's catch up. Come on, the beer around here isn't so bad", he was about to put his arm around you but you pushed it away.

"Avoiding me again won't do any good. So just do as I say. I promise you'll have a good tim-", you took out your pepper spray and aimed for his eyes, successfully getting him.

You quickly sprinted away with him falling to his knees and yelling in pain.

"Imma get you for this!", he yelled.

You didn't stop running, even if he wasn't following you. You were just scared. The tears prevented you from clearly watching where you were going which caused you to trip and fall, injuring your knees and palms of your hands.

You cried in pain. The blood wasn't too much but it did make you dizzy. Looking around, you noticed you weren't near anywhere your place. Then you looked back to see if he was behind you. Sighing, you took out your phone and dropped a napkin while at it. Unfolding it, you noticed it was Namjoon's new number.

'Is it a good idea to call him?' You thought.

Shaking your head, you decided to text him instead and asked if he could pick you up. He didn't hesitate to answer. You weren't surprised though since Namjoon would always help you back then.

So after telling him what streets you were in, you waited at least ten minutes with the pepper spray in your hands. A black car parked in front of you and heard the door close. Namjoon quickly ran out and helped you up.

"Come on, I live close by. I'll help you", he placed his arm around your back and helped you in the car.

You couldn't really move that much because there's slight stinking.

"What happened?", he asked while beginning to drive off.

"...I fell", you answered.

"From how high?? When you trip and fall when you walk, you don't get injuries like that. You must have been running", he said.

"..I guess I just wanted to get home quickly", you said.

Namjoon looked down at your hands and noticed the small object.

"Pepper spray?", he asked.

You quickly put the pepper spray away in your pocket and mentioned that it fell out when you tripped. He could sense you were uncomfortable so instead of staying on that topic, he talked about the small house he bought.

"How many rooms?", you asked.

"Four rooms and three bathrooms", he said.

Your eyes widened. It's more than just small. Your house only has one room with a bathroom that is so tiny that you can hardly fit in.

"You must make a great deal of money for you to get a house like that. You're lucky. Maybe those piano lessons worked out successfully", you said.

"Speaking of piano, I have a room where I keep my piano in and other instruments that I'm trying to learn. After I fix you up, wanna bear what I've been working on?", he asked.

"Sure. I'd love to", you smiled and kept your eyes on your lap.

Namjoon parked in his driveway, turning off the engine before slightly laughing at your reaction.

"This is your house?? It's huge! And it's so pretty", you said as he helped you out of the car.

"Come in, I have an ointment that will help with the pain", Namjoon lead her towards the front door and asked if she could sit on the couch while he went to get the first aid kit in the bathroom.

You looked around, feeling out of place as everything is tidy and organized. Your house is a mess, mostly because you never have time to clean. But when you do have time, you get as much done.

When he came back, he kneeled in front of you and took out everything from the small white box. He had to clean up the wounds first before putting the ointment on. Every time you would flinch or make a sound, he'll apologize and say that he's almost done. For the grand finale, he wrapped the wounds with gauze and smiled up at you.

"Thanks. It's really late. I should've called a taxi", you said.

"It's no problem. These would've gotten infected either way if you did call a taxi because I know taxis aren't as clean as people describe them to be. Anyway, you can call me for whatever. If it's a ride to go somewhere or if you just need someone, I'm there. You should know that by now. Or did you forget I'm your best friend?", he chuckled.

"That's not what I'm trying to imply. I know you're always there. Just like when we were kids. You'd cheer me up by playing 'Animal Crackers In My Soup' on the piano. It would always work", you said.

"Well...it looks like you need some cheering up, come on", he held your hand and lead you towards one of the rooms where he keeps his piano.

He made you sit on the chair right next to him and placed his hands on the keys. The same song he played when you two were kids brought back memories.

The times you bought popsicles at the store and ate them while walking on abandoned train tracks. The nights you spent talking to each other on the phone until it was morning. Even the moments they shared that were really personal. He turned those moments into songs.

A smile rose on your face, taking in the beautiful music that he played. He has always been talented.

"Something's missing", he said, moving his hands away from the keys.

He stood up and walked over to one of the cases, taking out a brown guitar. Once you saw it, you turned your head away. You haven't played guitar since the accident. Not really accident.

"It would sound better with this. Wanna give it a try?", he asked handing over the guitar but you quickly stood up and thanked him again for helping you but now you have to leave.

Namjoon blocked the way and apologized.

"You don't have to play it. Although it would've been nice to hear you play again. Should I play something else for you?", he asked.

"No. You can play whatever you want", you sat back done and pressed on one of the keys.

He sat down as well and his hands hovered over the keys but turned to face you.

"So...that guy, Minsu..is he your boyfriend?", he asked, eyes shifting over to a picture on the wall.

"Boyfriend? No. I've known him around two months. He's a really good friend. You'll like him once you get to know him", you said.

"Well he definitely likes you. He makes it obvious", he smirked.

"He does not like me. He's just nice", you said.

"Sure. You can say that. But if you go back there, just look for clues", he said.

You stayed there with him for another twenty minutes, talking about what you've been up to and how things are going. He mentioned how he always reads your stories and how much he enjoys them but you felt embarrassed because it's always last. It didn't matter to him though.

So then he drove you back home and asked if you could hang out again sometime around next week to which you agreed.

The next few days have been great. Lua is now back at work, continuing her amazingness. Minsu has upgrades the free banana bread to free chocolate croissants but you had to decline. Your stories are getting better, somewhat.

Namjoon comes and visits you every once in a while at work when it's your lunch break. You did introduce Lua and Namjoon, they hit it off really well.

The only thing that ruins your day is that one person sending you creepy messages everyday. Luckily you haven't seen him. Can't he take no for an answer? How many times do you have to say you're not into him at all??

"Cookie?", Namjoon asked, holding the small bag in front of you.

You shook your head and laid back on his bed while he played the guitar. You missed it actually but because your hand always becomes stiff, it's always hard for you to grasp on things.

"Looks like you're in deep thought", he said.

You shook your head and smiled, "no I was just thinking about what to write for my next story."

"You should write about your life and experiences. Now that is worth reading", he said.

"My life isn't interesting at all. I'm sure I won't get any readers. Who wants to read about a boring day in the office? No one", you said.

"Your life doesn't revolve around the office. Talk about an event that has been most meaningful towards you or that has changed your perspective on it. Something that will inspire others. You're not boring whatsoever", he smiled.

"I can't think of anything", you said.

"Not at this moment. But you will think of something. And when that moment happens, you quickly write it down. You can be very creative, you know", he said, continuing to play the guitar.

Resting your head on the pillow, you sighed and heard the tone of a text message coming in.

'Why do you keep ignoring me? What did I do?"

.

'Just answer me!'

.

'Babe, I don't like this.'

.

'Answer or do I have to punish you?'

"Someone must need you for you to be getting that many messages. Is it urgent? I can take you th-"

"No!..I mean, I'm fine. It's nothing important. Can I use your bathroom?", you asked, standing up from the bed.

"Yeah, go ahead. It's the fourth door on the right", he said.

You walked out with your phone in your hand, quickly locking the bathroom door as soon as you found it.

You: 'stop sending me messages. I will change my number.'

.

'Again? You know how selfish that is? I can just find it once again and we'll be back in the same spot. Unless you agree to be nice to me. Because that's no way you should treat your boyfriend.'

.

You: 'You're nothing to me! It was just one date and that was years ago! Leave me alone!'

And with that you turned off your phone and put it in your pocket, splashing your face with water before heading out.

"Is it alright if I stay over? Do you mind?", you asked, sitting on the couch as he switched channels.

"I don't mind. But is there a particular reason why?", he asked.

"..no. I just remember our sleepovers. And tomorrow is my day off", you said.

"Oh okay. Yeah that's a great idea. We can have our hot chocolate and we'll watch scary movies. Just like old times", he smiled.

While he made the hot chocolate, you looked through the movies. None caught your attention. Namjoon has the eye for spotting a very good scary movie so you waited.

"Oh! How about this one? Storyline seems scary and weird", Namjoon said.

He pressed play and sat next to you, bring his legs up. You enjoyed your hot chocolate, mostly because Namjoon adds something that makes it taste even better but he doesn't tell you what.

Throughout the movie, you caught up on the storyline of the movie. Some stalker obsessed with the person who sent a letter. Every minute you watch, your breathing would become heavier. Obviously Namjoon didn't pay attention because it's a scary movie, even he is getting creeped out.

You shook your head and headed straight for the guest bedroom, pacing back and forth. Namjoon came in seconds later to check on you.

"Hey, are you alright?", he asked, placing a hand on your back.

"Yeah I'm fine. I'm a bit tired though. I think scary movies before going to bed isn't a good idea. I'm just gonna get some sleep", you said, smiling so he won't get suspicious.

"Okay. I'm gonna be next door if you need me", he said, hesitating to leave because he's not really sure if you're fine.

When he was out of the room, you locked the door and stepped towards the window, looking out before closing the curtains. You couldn't even get any sleep.

It's been over a month since Namjoon moved back. You've been spending all your free time with him. But he acts weird around Minsu. He still believes he has a crush on you but you never paid any attention to it. Lua would comment on your friendship with Namjoon, asking whether you felt something for him. You did admit that you liked him back then but throughout the years, you thought about the good and the bad.

"Guess who?"

Your eyes were covered and instantly knew who it was. Smiling, you moved Namjoon's hands away and scooted the chair back.

"Hey, how'd you know I was here?", you asked.

He sat down in front of you and asked Minsu if he could get a cup of coffee.

"It's Friday. Don't you usually come here after work?", he asked.

You nodded and continued to write on your notepad. Namjoon's smile disappeared and was replaced with a concerned frown.

"What happened to your face?", he asked, referring to the scratches and bruises on your face.

"Oh....I fell down the stairs. No big deal", you said.

"No big deal? You have to be careful. You could've gotten seriously hurt. Did you go to the hospital?", he asked, Minsu placed his coffee in front of him.

"She didn't want to. I found her on the ground when I was passing the building she works in. I kept telling her to go but she said no", Minsu said.

"Is that right?", Namjoon asked you.

"It's just scratches. It's not like I bashed my head open", you said.

"It could've come to that. Next time, go to the hospital. Actually I hope there's no next time. You've always been clumsy", Namjoon said.

You didn't lie. You did fall down the stairs. Was it an accident? No. You felt hands push you but didn't see who it was. But you can guess.

"So how was work?", Namjoon asked, walking beside you towards his car.

"I finished a story. Not mine though. I wrote about someone else. Although it didn't get a bad review from my boss. So that's good", you said.

"That's great news. Maybe your story will move up a few pages. Or even the first", Namjoon smiled, leaning against his car.

"Yeah right. I don't think that'll be happening soon. I still need something that will keep reader's on their feet. I don't think that was it", you said.

He shook his head and grabbed your hand, looking over the small scars on the palms from when you fell the other night.

"I've noticed, you get injured a lot these days. Are you having bad luck?", he asked.

"..something like that", you said.

Namjoon chuckled and placed your hand on his head.

"Transfer your bad luck to me", he said.

"Trust me. If I could, I would do so in a heart beat", you chuckled, moving his hand away.

"You going home now?", he asked.

"Yeah. Why?", you asked.

"My friends are having a bonfire by the beach. Wanna come?", he asked.

"A bonfire? I thought because of what happened last time, no one can do bonfires", you said.

"No just for those who made a mess and left their trash behind. We gotta make sure not to do that or they will shut down the beach. So? Are you gonna come with me?", he asked.

"Yeah. It'll be nice to meet your friends", you smiled.

"Ah right, my friends. I have to warn you. I have talked about you to them but since they haven't met you, there will be a lot of teasing. Just giving you a heads up", he said.

"I'm used to teasing. I mean, you used to tease me all the time", you said.

"But I did it to get on your nerves. What they're gonna be teasing you about is if we ever got together. That's what they keep asking. They're not gonna stop", he pushed himself off of his car and opened the passenger side.

"Get in", he said, tilting his head.

"Do I even have a choice?", you chuckled and got in the car.

You didn't know where he was driving you. He just held your hand quietly. It's been a while since you held hands, it's kind of a comfort thing he does. You felt safe.

Later that day, you headed towards the beach. You were quite nervous because meeting new people is like riding the same roller coaster over and over again, feeling the whole zoo in your stomach, to the point where you feel like puking. But that doesn't happen. Your hands might shake but your smile distracts how nervous you really get.

"I like what you did with your hair. Normally you'd leave it down but...it looks nice", Namjoon smiled, parking his car on an empty spot.

"Decided to try something new..even though it's not new. Although the bangs, I feel like it's an early mid-life crisis. I cut them myself but they looked chopped which is why I always have them pinned back. Biggest regret", you said.

"I think it looks great on you. The bangs really shape your face. Don't pin them back anymore", he smiled before getting out of the car.

While walking hand-in-hand down the path of wonder, as in "I wonder how many friends there will be", "I wonder if they're nice", "I wonder if I'll even fit in". You wondered so many things as you got closer to the people that surrounded the fire.

"Hey, he's here", one of his friends nudged another.

The two went over to you and noticed your interlocked hands.

"Ha! So it's true. She's your girlfriend", one of them smirked.

"Guess I owe you $10", the other one said.

"Like I said before, she's not my girlfriend. We've known each other since we were kids. A guy and a girl can hold hands even if they're just friends. This is (y/n)", Namjoon smiled while looking at you.

You smiled at them and waved. They didn't look so bad. Just a bunch of normal young adults. But is 'normal' the right term for anyone?

"Are you drinking today?", his friend asked.

"Can't. I'm driving. But if you want to, go ahead", Namjoon said to you.

"I don't drink", you said.

"A good girlfriend you have there. Wish my girlfriend was like that. She drinks all the time and comes home smelling like alcohol. I mean, drinking every once in a while is fine", his friend said.

Namjoon softly pulled you so you can take a seat before handing you a stick and the bag of marshmallows. He took a seat right next to you while his friends either played a game or argued about who has the best throw, as in football.

"They seem nice. Not as much teasing as I expected there to be. But I like them", you smiled.

"See, if you really were my girlfriend, there would be more than that. They're harmless but they do like to get under people's skin. Luckily your skin is rock hard", he said, poking your arm.

"..yeah", you looked at the fire and started wondering again.

You put your hand in, you'll get burnt. But will you feel anything after already going through some pain, or more? Will it even hurt? Will you be numb?

"You don't want marshmallows?", he asked, taking a bite of the pink one.

Even though the white and pink marshmallows taste the same, you prefer the white ones because you absolutely hate pink. Not the singer, the color.

"Does it come with a bit of chocolate and two crackers? It wouldn't be called a bonfire without s'mores", you said.

"Sorry. It was his responsibility but he ended up buying alcohol instead", Namjoon pointed to his friend who is trying to balance his beer can on his nose.

"That's fine. I can have fun without it", you joked.

"I'm glad", he smiled again as his hand intertwined yours.

Somehow, it felt right......at that moment.

The next day, you finished up work around 11 at night. Namjoon couldn't pick you up because he had an emergency so it was up to you to walk home.

Your focus is on your phone, looking at your emails. A bunch of trash and a few that had to do with sales.

As you turned the corner, you were pushed into an alleyway, the screen of your phone cracking as it landed on the ground. You looked up the pair of legs in front of you and felt your heart stop.

"You shouldn't ignore me. I hate being ignored."

You stared down at your knees which were once again scraped.He grabbed a chunk of your hair, making you look at him.

"You're cheating on me, right?", he pulled your hair and placed his hand near your neck, almost choking you.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?? Don't you know what 'I'm not interested in you' means?? Why me?", you asked, trying to push his hand away.

He laughed and kept a close eye on you.

"Because you're perfect. Out of everyone in the school, you were the one to ask me out-"

"Because I thought you were nice. I was completely wrong. You're just insane and your way of showing how much you like someone is incredibly fuc-", he slapped you.

You can feel the stinging pain on your cheek. He stood up and kicked you right on the stomach, causing you to cough and see white spots in the air. Your face remained untouched, besides the slap, but the rest of your body feels broken after every kick or punch. He wanted you to understand that he won't stop until you're his.

When he decided to leave, after 10 minutes of hurting your body, you couldn't move. Your right arm twitched as you reached for your now broken phone. It wouldn't turn on.

As you limped your way back home, you didn't even bother looking around to see if he was following you. At that moment, you didn't care.

"Hey Lua, I won't be going in today. I think I might've gotten sick", you said, putting the call on speaker as you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror.

"Alright. I'll let boss. Feel better and if you need medicine, let me know. I'll go drop it off for you."

"Thanks", you put your phone away and sighed.

Your whole body aches. When you lift up your shirt, it's covered in bruises. But why doesn't it bother you? You can't say that you're used to it. It's not normal.

But what is?

"Any on sale?", you asked the employee who has been playing games on his phone.

He pointed towards the corner of the store and continued with his game. To you, it didn't matter what type of phone you had, as long as it worked.

So right after buying a phone, you sent a message to your contacts, letting them know you have a new phone.

Namjoon messaged you moments later.

'Again? Maybe you should go old fashion. Just buy a pigeon and write down on paper:)'

You smiled at his message and put your new phone away.

The bed seemed like the perfect opportunity for you to catch up on some sleep..but you didn't. Pacing back and forth, your fingers ran through your hair and felt some parts tangled. It's as if he was still holding onto your hair.

Your eyes shot up as you heard the doorbell and a few knocks. It would be a lie if you say you don't feel scared. Taking soft steps, you looked through the peephole and noticed Namjoon holding flowers and a plastic bag. When you opened the door, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing here?", you asked, letting him in.

"Lua told me you're sick so I thought I'd buy you some medicine...and flowers", he said.

"I hate flowers", you said.

"I know. That's why I got them. I thought maybe the whole idea would cheer you up", he said, placing the flowers and bag on the kitchen table.

"Thanks. You shouldn't have", you shook your head and sat down.

His eyebrows scrunched up, finding a red mark on your cheek.

"Either you're blushing or your clumsy self ended up falling down the stairs again. What happened?", he asked, pointing at your cheek.

"Why ask if you already know? I always end up injured", you chuckled, scratching the back of your head.

"No kidding. You have a bruise on your arm as well. It looks pretty bad", Namjoon stated as he examined your arm.

"Look if you're gonna ask, I did go to the hospital and the doctor said I'm fine and I have an ointment that'll reduce the redness", you lied.

"Good. I would've been upset if you didn't go. Did you eat? I can order food because I don't trust myself in the kitchen", he laughed before taking out his phone.

You and Namjoon ended up eating Italian food. Every time you'd move, the bruises would hurt but you tried not to show it so he wouldn't get suspicious.

"Imma use the bathroom real quick", you said, walking down the hall.

Namjoon picked up his fork and twirled it into the pasta, about to take a bite when your phone beeped a few times. He took a peek as it sat right next to him on the couch. He read text after text, feeling angrier than ever. So when you returned, you caught him looking through your phone.

"What are you doing??", you asked, snatching your phone away from his hand.

"The person texting you...is that the same guy from three years ago?", he asked.

You looked down at your phone and felt confused. It was a different number yet he still managed to receive it?

"I'm asking you a question. Is it the same person?", he asked again.

"..yes. But he-"

"Has he been hurting you?? Is that why you're covered in bruises? All this time, you told me it was because you fell. How stupid can I be to believe that?", he scoffed and shook his head.

"Namjoon, I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you. It would've made things worse. I swear I'll talk to him and-"

"Like hell you will. You're not going anywhere near him. Understand? He did the same thing back then. He's a sick person. Who knows what else he could've done? (Y/n), please don't lie to me again. Okay?", he went over to hug you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

So for the rest of the day he spent it with you. But it didn't last long because he said he had a family emergency and left. It was around 10pm though. You wished he could've stayed the whole night.

It's now 10:33pm. The sky is now dark and the clouds covered the stars. Throughout the empty streets, the guy lurked around and whispered nonsense. He became jittery as the person he's looking for is nowhere in sight.

"Lost?"

The voice startled him, turning around to face Namjoon who seemed very angry.

"Do I know you?", he asked, squinting to get a better look.

"No. But after tonight, you'll remember me as your worst nightmare", Namjoon said before punching the guy in the face, kicking him as he landed on the floor.

"Leave (y/n) alone. Don't you understand that she wants nothing to do with you?", Namjoon hovered over him.

The guy laughed and wiped the blood from his lip.

"So you're the other boyfriend, hm? I can see why she's so interested in you. You and I are alike", the guy said, about to stand up but Namjoon punches him again.

"I am nothing like you. I would never hurt (y/n)", Namjoon muttered.

"Are you sure about that? You have so much anger. Maybe you'll blow it up on her until she's unrecognizable from the face. Then it'll be your fault. She will never love you", the smirked.

Namjoon had enough. He grabbed the collar of his shirt and just kept punching him until he passed out.

The next morning, you woke up to a text message. You already knew who it was and was about to delete it but something caught your attention.

It was a video with captions that say, 'you should watch this and see how real your boyfriend is'.

Clicking on it, you gasped as you saw Namjoon punching the guy who has been stalking you for years. The blood on his knuckles reminding you of back then. The way the guy would wipe the blood away with a rag or his clothes as he finished beating you up. All the horrible memories that traumatized you seems to feel fresh. The tears landed on the screen of your phone and eventually you had to look away..but it kept replaying in your head.

Never in your life would you ever think you'd see Namjoon this way. He's one of the most sweetest people you've ever met...or so you thought.

Then that afternoon, Namjoon came over with a bag of food. He wanted to enter your house but you blocked the way.

"Hey, what's going on?", he asked.

With a monotonous look, you glanced down at his knuckles without moving your head and then back up at his eyes.

"Yesterday night you said you had to leave because of family emergency. Is that true?", you asked.

"Yes", he answered.

"Really? You're not lying to me?", you asked.

"I'm not. Why are you asking?", he asked, shoulders a bit slumped.

Biting your lip to prevent you from lashing out, you took out your phone and showed him the video to which he instantly frowned.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"How can you do that? Why? You know how I feel about this", you said.

"I was just trying to protect you", he said, wanting to hold your hand but you pulled back.

"How is that exactly protecting me? I hate that you did this. I mean...you know all the nights I had trouble sleeping because I was afraid. Do I have to be afraid of you too? What happens if I say or do something that you don't like? Will I end up on a hospital bed because of what you'd call an 'accident'?? I can't, Namjoon. Look, it's best if this doesn't go any further", you said, tears blurring your vision.

"What are you talking about? (Y/n), I would never hurt you-"

"You already did", you said.

"I love you (y/n). I mean it when I say that I will never hurt you. I'd hate myself if that comes to it", he explained.

"Maybe love isn't enough. I want to feel safe Namjoon, not scared. And I'm afraid. Maybe getting close to you again was a bad idea. It's best if we stop seeing each other. Continue on with your life and I'll continue with mine. I'll delete your number and avoid any phone calls from you. Please don't come here again. Because if you do, then you're just like him", you said before closing the door.

He didn't say anything. He was just too shocked. Dropping the bag of food on the ground, he turned and walked away. It's as if his soul left his body, fading into the cold winter air.

So as weeks pass, you started feeling better. The guy was arrested for harassing another girl but it's just a few years. Lua and Hosung are going strong with their relationship. As for you and Namjoon..

"The train will soon arrive. Please step back from the platform and have a great day."

You were leaning against the wall as you waited for the train to arrive. The earphone you had were kind of annoying you so you took them off. As you looked up, a familiar figure stood on the other side of the platform. It was Namjoon, holding a newspaper.

He took a moment to smile at you and vice versa. You didn't think you'd see him again, though you live in the same city. Would it have turned out differently if you didn't push him away? Maybe a relationship?

Unfortunately it didn't turn out that way.

"Baby!", a girl with brown hair and amazing blue eyes ran over to him and hugged him, placing her lips on his. They greeted each other like any other couple would.

"(Y/n), here's your water", Minsu smiled as he intertwined your hands.

Both of you have moved on and found happiness with someone else.

Although something turned out right. It's what Namjoon said. Write about your own life, which is what you did. And now you're on the first page of the newspaper. And Namjoon couldn't be any more proud.