Bts // One Shots

Drinking - Namjoon

*Namjoon's POV*

I hear a smash and turn my head in its direction. Was it a window? I hear the glass being dragged along the floor. Has someone fallen? I walk down the hall and see a door slightly open. It's Maggie's room. I peer my head around the door curiously and see the ensuite bathroom door also left open ajar. I hear breathing as I enter the room. I walk up to the door and lightly knock on it.

"Housekeeping," I call amused. No reply. "Maggie? You okay?" I open the door and see Maggie sat on the floor, leaning against the bathtub with her eyes closed, surrounded by bloodied shards of mirror. I rush over to her and put my hand on her face. "Maggie? Are you awake, are you okay?" I ask. Her eyes open and she frowns. "What's going on?" I ask concerned.

"I punched the mirror." She slurs. I look up the mirror above the sink and see indeed that most of the mirror is off the wall.

"With your bare fist," I say unamused when I see her bloodied knuckles. She then lifts a bottle and puts it to her lips. I hadn't even seen it next to her. The alcohol seems expensive, I question when she would have had a chance to buy it. "You're drunk again..." I say not shocked. She drinks from the bottle like it's water. I go to take it from her but she moves her hand. "Just put it down, you've had enough," I say. She holds her arm out and drops in on the floor, smashing it. I shake my head. "You'll drink yourself to death," I say and her eyes suddenly fill with rage, I suppose my words were poorly chosen.

"Oh no, I won't. This fucking job will ." She struggles to stand up, refusing my hand as I get up with her. "There is nothing exciting about this anymore. I'm out of ideas. What's the fucking point anymore?" She says with tears welling up in her eyes. She picks up a piece of broken mirror.

"Maggie don't!" I say reaching for her.

"I'm just cleaning up, back off." See says and drops the shard of glass, the palm of her hand is now bleeding.

"Maggie, you're hurt. C'mere," I say and reach to take hold of her wrist but she shoves me away.

"I don't need your help." She's clearly in a lot of pain and it won't matter what I say, she won't be comforted.

"We should go rest," I suggest. She shakes her head then wipes her hand over her shirt to get the blood off her hand. I squint at it uncomfortably.

"No, I need to go out. I need to do something." She says and walks past me going to go out of the bedroom.

"You're clothes, Maggie. You're still drenched in blood." I point out.

She looks down at herself. She suddenly pulls her shirt off over her head. My eyes widen and I politely avert my gaze but can't help but glance at her. She's a very beautiful woman, sometimes I'm surprised by how differently she acts to how she looks. She looks elegant and sexy but Maggie is rough and sarcastic. Yet she always wins my favor. I think she could stab me and I would still go along with whatever she's doing. She's so fun to be around yet she is also so sad.

I look at her and see she's changed into a hoodie. "The others aren't going to be pleased that you're drunk again," I say and she rolls her eyes. She pulls a flask out of her hoodie pocket and I raise my eyebrow confused how she managed to get it in there without me even noticing. She takes a swig and pockets it again. We walk into the lounge where Yoongi and Jimin are sat. They look up at us and see Mag stumble a walk.

"She okay?" Jimin asks not standing. I look at her and she leans against the wall with her arms crossed.

"You could ask me, why ask Namjoon?" She says insulted.

Yoongi sighs. "You're drunk then?" He says disappointedly. 

She rolls her eyes. "You're very quick to judge. We aren't working, I have nowhere to be. Why is it so bad that I'm drinking?" Maggie asks walking towards him.