The sound of your door opening in the afternoon always makes you smile as you know that it means that your boyfriend is finally home. Only now, it makes you tear up.

"What the hell, Joonie? You are bleeding!"

He shrugs you off, grabbing a water bottle and heading off to his room, ignoring your pleading. His face and arms are covered with bruises and scratches, some blood staining his tank top. He finally turns to face you, an emotionless look in his eyes.

"It's not my blood. Now, please leave me alone."

You stand in the hallway, shocked by what just happened, flinching when he slams his door shut.

"Namjoon! Let me in! Why the hell are you beating up people? Kim Namjoon! Oppa! Please!"

You bang on his door, your palms going red from the force. Sighing, you slide down the door, resting your back against it. Tears fall out of your eyes as the exhaustion of this 'surprise' brings sleep to you.

On the other side of the door, Namjoon sits against his door, frustratedly running his hands through his hair. He hates that he knows how much seeing him like this hurts you but he had to teach those guys a lesson. Deciding to be the bigger man, he opens the door, jumping back when you slide in, sleeping peacefully.

He chuckles and gathers you in his arms, carrying you to his bed and falling asleep next to you.