Moonchild ☯ A Namjin AU : The Golden Empire Part 1 ✓

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Seokjin groans loudly as he falls off the bed . It made a loud noise and he holds his head that was pounding as if someone was hammering it .Rushed footsteps were heard and he knew he had caught Namjoon's attention.He would rather fall again instead of facing him right now.

"I am fine ! Don't come here!"
He shouts , trying to lift himself off the carpet but the pain shooting in his spine made him panic.

Did I just broke my spine ?

You crash landed on a floor from a height of 1 meter Seokjin ,don't be ridiculous

He whimpers again ,scrambling to hold the edge of bed "I am really okay"

Which was totally unconvincing.

Footsteps paused in front of him and Namjoon stares down at him with worry

Seokjin doesn't protest when Namjoon helps him stand.However once he was on his two feet and perfectly fine spine , he backs away from him .His eyes betray him as they rake upon the bandaged palm.

Namjoon notices his gaze and hides his hand behind his back .He clears his throat "Are you okay? You fall off the bed"

He said as if daring Seokjin to lie that he was fine .

"Yeah"
He assures , rushing past him to stop himself from blurting something stupid like 'I love you' or 'What the fuck happened to your hand?'

His pain was still fresh and he wanted to drown in it for some time .He keeps his eyes trained to the floor and runs into the bathroom.

He locks the door ,panting.

Seokjin doesn't remember anything from last night.All he remembers is meeting Hiroyuki and then rushing out of the plaza when he couldn't stand the latter praising Namjoon.He remembers stumbling out of a bar when he couldn't shook away the memories of the first time he went there.Then he went to a local store and brought half a dozen of Soju-

"Shit shit shit"
He paced in the bathroom,hitting his forehead with his clenched fists to remember.Anything would be fine.
But he was having an out of body experience right now and his stomach churned with the possibility of doing something he will sure regret if he remembers.

He looks at the mirror and considering he was totally wasted (that's the only reason behind the banging in his head and severe nausea he is feeling ) ,he was sure he looked like shit.But surprisingly he looked good .Well as good as one can be after a ride to hell.

"I am never going to drink again"
He grunts ,rubbing his face.The sickening feeling intensifies so much that he was afraid if he even moves ,he is going to throw up

Apparently if he didnt ,he was going to throw up anyway

Not having a second to process why he was in his pajamas,he kneels by the toilet and next he knew he was pouring his guts out .It was so disgusting he wished he could just disappear somewhere.

He sounded in so much pain as he almost throws his stomach out of his throat that an impatient Namjoon rushes to knock on the door

Great ! Exactly what he wanted right now.

He continues to pour his insides ,clutching at his stomach while Namjoon keeps pounding on the door

"Jin? Can I come inside ?"

No

"I am coming .You don't sound good"

Fuck me !

Seokjin finally stops throwing up and leans back against the tiles ,wiping his tears .

"This is so embarassing"
He whispers to himself ,closing his eyes shut when the door swings open