*Jane Dreaming*

"You killed your parents, you are wretched and now, you're asking for your mom? Sit down quietly or I'll toss you outside in the dark, do you get it?"

"I'm sorry but want to go home. I want to meet mom, where is she? The other teacher told me that my mom will come to get me. I want to go to my parents please." I begged the cruel nun who blamed me for being the cause of my parent's death.

"I didn't kill them, I sat at the back. Please, call my parents. "

The next instant, she slapped me hard and pulled me by my hair. I struggled as she dragged on the floor still gripping on to my hair harshly. I knew she going to lock me in a dark room and make me stay alone again.

"Please ma'am, please... I won't ask about my parents anymore."
"Ma'am, it hurts, please. I'm sorry."

She dragged me to a dark room and pushed me inside. "Stay here, this is where you deserve to be."

"Please, don't leave me here, I'm scared. It's too dark, please." I held her leg sobbing. I was scared but she jerked her leg off pushing me inside the darkness.

"You deserve to be here, killer."

"No, please help..."

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Namjoon's POV:-

It took pretty late to reach her place. I wanted to meet her. I parked the car outside the house.

"Just keep calm and don't shout on her. Talk to her and apologize properly," I thought to myself standing outside her door.

I was about to knock but as did, the door yanked open.

I got inside, it was a small place. There was a cupboard at the side. A few pictures of Jane and her mother and a picture with Troye was hung. There was a picture of her with a puppy and looking at that, a faint smile ran across my face.

Suddenly, I spotted a picture of me when I was in high school. I am now sure that she's my fan and I was surprised looking at my pictures on her wall, that was very unexpected.

I know me being here is going to upset her beside it looks like I'm trespassing. I didn't knock because the door was open. I shouldn't come like that but what else am I supposed to do? Her phone is with me, how will I call her?

I proceeded to get inside and there she was, curled up on her bed. Her eyelashes are long, like two wings and under the dim light, her nose was accentuated forming a beautiful shadow. Her bangs covering her face, she looked pale

She was wearing an oversized white t-shirt which was short. As I took notice if her white underwear, my breath slowed down. I felt that rise io from my stomach and I turned to look at the empty hallway.

I decided to wait in my car and was about to move outside but I heard Jane murmur, "Help me, please... Mom."

I turned to look at her as she was panting and looked uneasy. I went close to her and caressed her hair, patting her head to make her fall asleep.

She was still huffing. I sat at the edge of the bed, put the blanket over to cover her legs and stroked her cheek as she calmed down.

She still looked weak. I regret my actions, I wish I didn't let her go. I gulped, patting her head for the last time and was about to leave but the next moment, she woke up.

She looked scared and panicked as I could see tiny beads of sweat on her forehead.

I sat on the bed, she looked frightened. "Jane, are you okay?" I shuttered trying to calm her down.

I heard her whisper, "I didn't kill my parents. I hate darkness, I didn't do anything, please don't leave me. I ... I am sorry ma'am... I am..."

She was panting continuously and whispering things I had no clue about.
I cupped her face between my palms trying to comfort her.

"You believe me right? I didn't kill my parents, I was just five," she stared at me, dazed. She gripped my shirt tight as I could see anxiety in those eyes.

I understood that she had a bad dream that affected her in a way it shouldn't have.

"Jane, it's alright. You're fine," I whispered intertwining my fingers with her as she buried her face in my chest. I caressed her hair and pulled her close to me, hugging her tight.

For a few seconds, she just stayed in the same position in my arms. I don't know why am I doing this but I just felt she needed someone right now.

Jane's POV:-

Those scary nuns used to shove me when I begged them to let me go to my parents when they met in the accident.

Until I was adopted, my life was a nightmare. I don't remember much but whatever I remember is terrible. I get these dreams especially when I'm left alone when there's no one for me but it stopped for a few months and now, they are back?

I felt warmth as I pulled the body close to me, that lavender cologne seems familiar besides, those veiny hands and the broad chest made me feel safe. I shut my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks.

I was trying to get back to my senses. I felt good as my breath got back to normal and I stopped panting.
I released my grip around the man's shirt and lifted my head to look at him.

He caressed my hair off my face tugging it to my ear as I asked in a low tone, "Is this still a dream?"

"You're alright," he said and the minute he spoke, my eyes widened. He was Namjoon, Kim Namjoon.

I pushed his chest trying to get up from the bed panting.

"What the hell are you doing here? This is my apartment. How did you get in?" I yelled.

He stood up as I was now looking at him trying to match his gaze as he looked away. "The door was open. I wanted to talk," he tried to explain.

"Talk, about what?" I asked and I realized that all I wore was just a long white t-shirt and lingerie.

"We don't have anything to talk about. You can leave," I said and suddenly I caught him looking at my chest and my bare legs. I punched his chest jerking him.

"What are you looking at? Turn around you pervert" I shouted as he quickly turned around smirking. I grabbed my denim shorts and was busy slipping into those as he was about to turn.

"Just look in front and talk, please," I said while he just snapped back saying, "Sure."

I buttoned the shorts, my t-shirt was see-through because I wore dark coloured lingerie, I quickly grabbed a scarf covering myself and he turned around.

"What do you want?" I asked being as rude as I could. "I just wanted to apologize," he said while I didn't listen and asked him to leave.

"Let me talk," he argued. "I don't need your apology and regarding the money you paid to my landlord and the hospital bills, once I get a job, I'll give all of it to your driver and we'll be done."

I wasn't letting him talk because there's nothing much left to talk about but he got mad and pulled me towards him holding my waist as I bumped into his chest. His body was too close to me, I lifted my head gulping and didn't dare to look in his eyes.

"Let me talk, will you?" He demanded while I lowered my lashes." Look at me," he said lifting my chin between his slender fingers and forced me to look at him.

"I want you to keep working with me. Do you get that?" He demanded but I had already decided. I pushed him harder to get away from his grip.

"Working with you, never. Please leave," I said as he snapped back walking towards me while I took my steps backwards.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, I'm giving you an opportunity to---," I cut him off, "I guess, I was clear. I don't want to work with you," I mumbled with a blank expression.

He gave me a death glare and started to move out as I froze. I thought he would go but he turned back, handing me my purse.

I was beaming at him while he asked, "One last question, I shall never come back to disturb you again," he said.

"That man, you have a picture of in your purse and the guy's picture is on your wall as well. Who is he?" He asked while I unzipped my purse and sighed in relief finding the letter and Runch's picture I was worried about.

"That's something personal and you don't need to know who he is," I said.
"Who is that man to you and do you know who he is?" He asked getting a little curious.

"He is an underground rapper who I love. His name is Runch Randa," I said while he leaned on the door waiting for more but I continued, "I am not answering any of your questions anymore." He nodded and left off.

Namjoon's POV:-

She doesn't know that Runch is me. Besides, she's already thrown me out of the house. I guess, she's the first woman who's ever done this to me.

I'm Kim Namjoon and this is how she treats me? She liked Runch, she was my fan when I had nothing and now, when there's nothing in this world that I can't buy, this woman doesn't like me anymore?

I left her house and was about to go back inside my car but I saw Troye coming along with some groceries with him. His eyes met mine as he bowed at me.

"Good evening sir," he said while I rolled my eyes, "Stop being so formal, it's alright." He chuckled and asked, "Did you come here to talk to Jane?" He asked smiling. "Kind of yeah, but---," he cut me off saying, "She didn't talk to you right? Did she throw you out this time?" That was funny, I chuckled nodding.

He smiled and was about to leave while I stopped him as I wanted to ask him some questions that I had in mind. "Troye, can we talk?" I asked while he nodded.

"Does she not like me? Is she a hater to our band or something like that?" I asked. He chuckled putting those shopping bags and groceries on the ground. "No sir," he said.

"She doesn't want to speak to me. I came here to apologize and make her work with me again but she didn't listen to me," I said while he took her side saying she was right at her place.

"She behaved like a fangirl and that was the reason I got mad and did whatever I did yesterday," I said while he suddenly cut me off saying, "You kissed her first---" he paused.

"Yeah, I know I did at the bar and I shouldn't have but I was trying to save her, nothing else," I said trying to explain myself.

"Not that one, the other kiss that made her believe you like her and she got a little attracted towards you but then if there wasn't anything like that in your head so you could have cleared things up but you didn't come home," he said while I was totally confused.

"Which kiss? Did I kiss her again?" I asked while he stared at me blankly. "Look, I am just in front of her house, if she finds out I am talking to you, she won't like it," he said and picked up the bags.

"You need to tell me right now," I ordered while he was expressionless and after a while, he replied, "Just don't tell her I told you all this but, you apologized and cleared that you didn't think she was a prostitute and then you kissed her. She even had a hickey on her neck and that's all I know," he said and quickly got inside the house while I stood thinking about the entire scene that I don't remember and now I feel it's all my fault.

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A/N:-

WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN?

Will Jane come back?

Are they going to work together?

Let's see what happens next!!!✨✨✨❤️❤️❤️💜💜💜