BTS Imagines

[Namjoon] - Sorry Pt.2

"You stupid child." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tossed me forcefully on the ground.

"You're worthless!" She lastly said before kicking my stomach.

"If I come back and the house is still not clean, you'll die!" She closes the door leaving a loud bang.

I was left on the floor clutching on my stomach blood coming out from my mouth.

I forced myself to stand up and went to the sink to wash my face.

Ever since I left Namjoon that evening, I came back here to my step-mother.

She's not that nice to me. That's why Namjoon took me with him and we both lived in an apartment.

Well that was 4 months ago.

I finished cleaning myself up and started to clean the house once again.

I have to finish this or else I'll get beated up again.

I was already cleaning for 3 hours nonstop. I was tired but I have to clean.

I was wiping the window when a knock on the door interrupted me. She said she'll be back at six but it's just four.

I went to the door and opened it. My eyes widened when I saw the people in front of me.

"Y/N, how have you been?" Namjoon's dad says with sad eyes. "W-What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Namjoon-" Her mom blurts out. "-he misses you." She says making me tear up.

"He locked himself in his room. He's not eating. Not sleeping. He wants to see you Y/N." I shook my head as a tear fell down from my eyes.

"I'm sorry Ms. Kim." I apologized while lowering my head. "Darling, please..." She held my hand tightly.

"... I want to see my little Joonie smile again." She cried and hugged me.

"You'll family will break because of me." I defended pulling away from the hug.

"Y/N, please." This time his father pleads.

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I faced the wooden door. My heart was about to rip off of my chest. I inhaled deeply and knocked on the door.

"Namjoon." I say continuing to knock on the door. "Joonie."

"How many times do I have to tell you to go away!" He yells followed by a shattering glass.

"Namjoon, please open the door!" I furiously knocked on the door. I was already nervous, he was really mad.

The door then opened. "JUST SHUT THE FU-" He dropped the glass that he was holding at the sight of me.

Tears fell down without any warning. He was a mess. His hair was messy, bags under his eyes, breath smells like alcohol. What have I done?

"Y-Y/N?" He blurts. I quickly hugged him and cried on his chest. "Joonie, I'm so sorry." I cried.

He then slowly hugged me back and also cried with me. "I missed you so so fucking bad." He cries.

I looked up at him and wiped his tears. "Sorry." I apologized hugging his torso. He kissed my forehead. "It's not you're fault anyway."

"Don't blame your parents. Of course it's my fault." He whines and pulled me inside his room closing the door before pushing my back on it.

"Stop apologizing already. You make me so horny." He says while staring at me like a predator.

"Yah! Yah! Will you go to the bathroom and take a shower. You stink." I covered my nose as he pouted.

"I'll be back." He says and kissed my cheek. I chuckle as he cutely walked inside the bathroom. My eyes scanned his room.

There were broken glasses on the floor and the curtains were closed. Books from his shelves fell down and his closet was a complete mess, well everything is.

I decided to clean all this mess while he's at the shower.

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"Ahhh... Joonie." I whined feeling the pain in my body. "Be careful it hurts."

"Just a little bit more."

He focused and continued his work.

"AHHH!!" I yelled at the pain. "That's it." I grabbed the cotton away from his grip. "I'll just do it."

He just got out from the bathroom. He was holding my waist when I groaned in pain. So he raised my shirt and saw the fresh bruise that was on my stomach. So here we are.

"When will you be gentle?" I ask still covering the bruise with medicine.

"Oh, I'll never be." He smirks as I smile at him sheepishly.