Sleep With Me | KNJ x Reader

Ch 33 | Wounds

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This chapter contains and/ or mentions the following:
Blood, violence, assault, SA, death

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Author's POV:

4 hours earlier

"What do you mean she's not answering?" Namjoon asks as Mr. Billy returns to the limo.

"I knocked for five minutes and no one came, Sir," he says nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"The hell?" Namjoon huffs. "Did she fall asleep? Drive me to the employee entrance."

As soon as the driver pulls up, Namjoon sprints to the elevator, making it up to your floor in record time. He knocks a couple times before entering your code and stepping through the door.

He walks around in search of you, but you're nowhere to be found. He nervously paces in the living room, wondering if you're somehow pranking him. Pulling his phone out he dials your number, which goes to voicemail after a few rings. He tries again and again, really starting to fret.

Did she run away again? he thinks to himself. He dials another number and presses the phone to his ear.

"Hey what's up?" Jimin answers.

"Is Nanami with you?" he asks, Jimin hearing the panic in his voice. "I need to talk to her."

"Uh, yeah," he mumbles. "Here."

"Why the fuck are you calling me?" a snarky Nanami huffs. "Aren't you supposed to be on a date?"

"She's not here," he groans. "Did something happen? Is she upset with me?"

"Wait what?!" Nanami exclaims. "No, I called her like an hour ago when she was getting ready. Nothing was wrong. You're sure that dumbass isn't asleep?"

"I'm in her apartment right now and she's gone," he sighs, pinching between his brows. "Her purse and phone are gone too."

"Hang on, let me track this bitch."

Namjoon impatiently taps his foot up and down as he waits.

"Oh, fuck," Nanami whispers. "Her location's off."

"Dammit!" Namjoon yells, frustratedly running his hand through his hair, gripping the back. "We were fine! Why would she run like this again? Why wouldn't she talk to me?"

"Namjoon I really don't think she planned to run from this," Nanami assures him. "She was so excited she couldn't sleep last night. Look around and see if she left a note or something."

Namjoon sighs before checking the rooms again. "There's nothing here," he says shakily, anxiousness swelling in his chest. He heads for the door but something stops him in his tracks. A smell.

That's bleach.

He looks at the floor, noticing the area where people leave their shoes is suspiciously clean. Leaning down he drags his finger across the tile. "Did [Y/N] clean her place recently?" Namjoon asks into the phone. "Like really clean it? Like deep cleaning."

"I don't think so," she answers. "I mean, she's pretty clean but doesn't deep clean super often. Plus she's been at your place most nights, she wouldn't even need to."

Namjoon's brows furrow in confusion. He's about to stand up when his eyes catch something that makes his stomach churn. It's small, splattered onto the black slippers you'd bought him.