Namjoon's point of view

“Please don't open them please. This is how they found me. They will find you guys and hunt you. So please promise me that.” she has taken out the mask of sarcasm and her really self is showing finally. Her face has a mix of sadness and fear. She cares, my instinct says to me. I don't know why I did this next. I don't know what is going on with me. I don't recognize my self anymore. I pull her arm close to me and I hug her.
The rain finally stopped.
She starts crying in my arms.
“Please don't do this to me, please leave.......” and then she continues in a lower voice like talking more to her self “ you are killing me..”
I hug her tighter, it kills me looking her like that. She looks hurt and so small. The confident girl that I saw hours ago at the cafeteria is gone. The anger that I felt before is nowhere to be found. I lift her head up. Her eyes are red and her tears are placed at her rosy cheeks. She stares at me right at the eyes. Her hole body is shaking. I see desire at her eyes but there is something different here. She looks at me like I am a God that came for heaven, no like a meat or and an obsession. I can feel that my face looks softer. I take off my jacket. She is only wearing a plan t-shirt with shorts. The rain stopped but my jacket is a little wet. I cover her back and her head. She looks at me surprised but she doesn't move.
She opens her mouth to say something but before that I hold her back while I place my hand at her knees and I lift her up bride style. When I jump a little to get comfortable, she grads my neck.
She looks shocked with her eyes open. I am even surprised with my self. But I can leave her here. There is something big going on here. Even bigger than the fact that she is a sasaeng. I put her head at my shoulder.
“I am not going to leave you here” I finally say to her.

Your point of you

“I am not going to leave you here” he says. I can feel his strong arms rapped around my tiny body. As he places my head at his shoulder I feel the tense at his arms.
“Why...” is the only thing that I can say right now. My mind is empty and I just want to stop everything.
“You coming with me for tonight. Like you don't know where our house is.” he says while he picks up my bag.
“Don't, please” I say to him while I place my hands at his chest. I can hear his beating heart. It is beating fast. No it can't be. I am imagine thing again.
He doesn't speak immediately.
“I am sorry it is not the right time.” his tone is soft and warm like a big weight left him.
He starts walking down the road. It is dark. I don't know what time it is because my phone is dead. It must be late because I don't see a lot of people at the road. We don't talk at all. But what are we supposed to say? I look at him. He looks straight at the road. His pink hair is wet and covering his ear. A teardrop runs through his jawline and end at his chin. His long neck has veins that are caused by the strength that he puts. I am about to touch his neck when I remember my position here.
After a couple of minutes we find a cab. He opens the back door and places me at the back carefully. He goes at the front seat. He says an address to the driver.Wait I know that address. That is where the guys live.
“You can live to the nearest motel, if it is-.” I say to the driver. But Namjoon cuts me off.
“No you are coming with me.”
“No I can't what if-” I start saying again.
“I am not to hear anything you are coming with me. That is it” his voice is bossy and it looks more like an order than a offer.
I am not going to fight him. I look out of my window and I see something white staring at our way. I can see clear, it is dark. Then it leaves at the direction where we came from.
The car starts and in a couple of minutes we are in front of their house. When he opens my door I wait to see his face but he looks at the back. I jump out of the car. After paying the driver, he turns to me.
“Look you are not here ok? You are going to sleep at the office that I work. I will come in and give you something to sleep on and...” he stares at my hole body “something to wear. No one will know that you are here. If you see anyone say you are from the stuff, ok?” I nod.
“Ok, well now lets see how we will get you in.” he says.
We start walking and we go behind the building. There is a door there. He takes out a key. Where did he found these key? I bet they didn't gave it to him. So he does that often, getting girls at his office.
“Get in” he says to me when he opens the door. He goes in front of me to show me the way. After about a couple of stairs we finally arrive.
The building is the same as I see at the videos. I pass through halls and rooms. I get to the elevator with him. I remember the videos and moments that come from that elevator. It has been so long. I haven't behaved like a normal fan for two years. Running and chasing them around is my only job. But I miss them. I miss watching at the night before I go to sleep the bangtan bombs. When I was sick they were their. When my bad was drunk and he was making feeling like the most weak person on earth, they were there. There smile and the stupid moments helped me a lot. Even with their own problems they always had that smile for their fans.
The elevator door opens. He gets out first and I follow him behind.
“Here” Namjoon says and opens the door. The room is not that big. When I get in I see a desk with a PC. The chair were he sits is purple and seems really comfortable. He has two library. The one has CDs and a couple of books. The other one is smaller and has letters from he's fans. Letter. I wrote one, but I never learned if it arrived. It has been a year since then. The walls are covered with photos and painting. A boy that appreciates art. I think to my self.
“Are you done staring now?”

Namjoon's point of view

“Are you done staring now?” I say to her. She looks thrilled around her. I never actually allow anyone here. Like my place. I don't like people messing with my staff.
“Kanye West? Really now?” she says to me. I look where she points. Oh the CD. It has been a long time since I got that.
“Why saying it like that?”
“He put Kim Kardashian necked on a freaking motorcycle. What a sexist. But Mercy with Big Sean, 2 Chainz and Pusha T was better. Still sexist.”
Wow even in that situation she has a comment to make. I smile a little.
“He is a respectful rapper. Listen to his lyrics carefully and you will understand his meaning. He has all the rights to say what he does and what he says.” I say to her.
“That is why you put Black Skinhead in one of your songs?” she looks cocky. “But don't worry I won't get B-Free's side”
“It was a mix and besides I said that I didn't try to disrespect him-”
“It is ok you don't have to get mad” she cuts me off. She has a satisfaction at her face, it reminds me of the person that she was at the morning, the kinda girl that … turns me on... Wait what?!? no no no no no no!!

“I am going to get you something to wear and some sheets. Wait here don't leave.” I say at her and leave the room quickly.

Notes

Sooo yeah i actually want to write more but here is almost 7 am and i have to go to sleep. I really wanted to post a new chapter. It has been a while i know. But tomorrow i hope i will put also another chapter!!
enjoy reading !!^^