Senseless [JK x Reader] ✔️

Chapter 3

"Yes, Joonie, I'll be careful. You have nothing to worry about. I'll have my cane with me and I'll talk to you on the phone the whole time until I arrive at the coffee shop." I answered him. We have been talking for the past half an hour about our plan to go out.

Ever since the accident, Namjoon hasn't left my side. He's been there even more than Yoongi at times. Of course, my brother tried to help me with everything new that I had to adapt to with my new lifestyle but his work didn't let him. That's why Namjoon promised to never leave me alone. I know after two years he still feels guilty about what happened and thinks that it was his fault we crashed.

Of course, the police informed us about the drunk driver who was on the wrong side of the road and almost fell asleep while driving.

Since that night, he is always with me, taking me everywhere I want to go without declining once. Except for that, he made me promise to be on the phone every time I go out alone when he can't accompany me.

The last thing he made me promise was to always take my cane with me when I don't go out with someone. Usually, people who have lost their vision tend to keep their cane always with them so it can somehow allow them to scan their surroundings for obstacles or orientation marks, but it is also helpful for onlookers in identifying the user as blind or visually impaired and taking appropriate care.

But this is not my case. Taking my cane with me makes me feel useless and powerless just like back then. Having it with me shows people how broken I am. I prefer having Namjoonie with me rather than the cane. I feel safer with him and it doesn't remind me of that horrific night. But since I will go out alone I don't have a choice but to use it.

"I know I'm getting annoying sweety but you know I'm just worried about you. I'll let you get ready now. Give me a call once you leave your house." Namjoon ends the call and I start my usual routine.

I know a person in my state should have someone with their day and night but I prohibited everyone from staying and keeping an eye on me twenty-four seven. I clarified from day one that I don't want to feel like something has changed after the accident.

I managed to persuade them into it even if my parents weren't fond of the idea at first and that's why security cameras were installed in my apartment the first night.

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After I got out of the shower, I started getting ready to meet Namjoon. I may not be able to see them anymore but I still remember each and every single one of my clothes and I can identify their texture and match them properly. I choose to wear a pair of milky culottes and a t-shirt with a white cardigan and my light brown small bag. Lastly, I put my nude brown sunglasses on to cover my eyes.

Since I just washed my hair, I decided to let them down and as for make-up, I just put on my one and only matte pink lipstick. I'm not a fan of extreme makeup however lipstick is always a must for me.

I get my cane which is always on the same spot, right beside my closet. Once I make sure I have everything I give a call to Namjoon. "Hey, Siri! Call Joonie."

"Are you ready sweety?" My best friend's voice appeared on the other line saying the usual pet name that he has had for me ever since he met me.

"Yes, Jonnie. I'm going outside right now. Actually, I just did. The weather is pretty nice today and I can feel the sun's rays warming the parts of my body which aren't covered by any clothes."

"Yes, the weather is just great to go for a stroll around New York today. Maybe we can go together if you want after the cafe. My work needs me there after five so we have plenty of time until then." He suggests and I can hear him getting out of breath, probably because he is running down the steps in front of his house, taking them two or three at a time as always.

"I would love that. It is a perfect day for a stroll and it would be a shame not to have some fun today. Maybe it can also give me some inspiration about the new sculpture I'm working on these days." Truth is, after the crash, it was like I had lost a part of me, and sculpturing lost its magic. I thought I wouldn't be able to continue creating different sculptures with my disability but with the help of my loved ones I was back on my feet.

"Great, now start walking slowly and don't stop talking to me alright?" Namjoon showed once again his worry even though I've done this route countless times and know it like the back of my hand.

"Yes, don't worry. I won't stop talking to you on the phone. You have nothing to be concerned about." I and my cane started taking our usual route to the cafe and the delicious red velvet cakes which would be waiting there. It was a tradition, after all, to eat this delicious masterpiece that humankind created.

"How is it going with the sculpture you are working on? Did you make any progress or are you still stuck on her neck?" My best friend's curiosity was over the top. " I'm still stuck but maybe going out a little and hearing people will give me inspiration."

"Maybe that's what my little artist needs." His simple words cheered me up, making me a little more optimistic about the whole project. From a very young age, my dream was to form my own exhibition with my creations but in order to do that, I need to have a revelation which I am dry of at the moment.

"Don't stress about it alright sweety? I'm sure you'll create the perfect exhibition. One step at a time. Now, where are you? Did you pass the avenue?" I could distinguish his concern from miles away, this avenue is one of the biggest and most dazzling streets in New York so I don't blame him for being distressed about it.

"I just arrived, and I'm about to cross it. The traffic lights just started ringing and the cars stopped." I informed Namjoon once again before I started walking.

It was the same route every single time. I was waiting for the lights to start making the usual sound, for the cars to stop their engine, and for the window, cleaners to start asking if drivers wanted to have their cars washed while they were waiting.

"Can I clean your windows, sir?" One of them asked, probably he spotted an expensive car. "No." A husky and bass voice pierced through my eardrums and sent shivers down my spine. An ominous aura engulfed me completely from head to toe. I was always sensitive to intimidating sounds but now I've reached another level.

Every sound has a different color for me. It's either dark or light. This was definitely dark and the aura which was created was utterly bleak...

"Come on sir. I'm sure such a car needs to be cleaned." The window cleaner got me out of my thoughts. "What exactly don't you understand from the word "no"?"The same husky voice pierces my ears once again. Maybe someone is in a bad mood today.

"Come one! Just this once, you don't have a problem with your money so what's the problem?" The window cleaner begs. "No."

"Fuck you!" The window cleaner shouted. I was so caught off guard and disoriented, that I crashed into an unknown chest which made me fall down and lose grip of my phone.

"Watch where you are going bitch!" The window cleaner shouted at me. "Lily? Lily, what happened?" Namjoon's voice was heard through the phone's speaker.

I hurt my elbows and definitely scratched them from the sudden fall."I-I'm so s-sorry sir. I d-didn't mean to." My voice came out more stable than I thought. And yes, the shuttering can be worse.

"You made me spill water all over the place! You little clumsy sl-" I might not be able to see but my other senses warned me that I was about to get hit by an object.