Isn’t it weird

Widow had found herself alone in a small room designated to her by Namjoon, if she was truthful she never expected something so small considering their enemy- alliance status. 

But she was grateful.

The room was by no means grand, it barely could fit a single bed in never mind a human alongside it but in a way she found comfort in the confined space.

She could hear ever noise that was made around the house, every nook of the room was in her eyesight, in other words she didn't have to worry for a single night.

Staring at the peeling plaster of the ceiling she allowed her thoughts to consumer her, all the things she missed from the smallest of things to the most obscure. She missed the wilting periwinkle that day on her desk at home, she missed the way her house smelled of lavender, she missed the lifeless feeling of her home.

Shallow footesteps echoed down the hallway outside her door, each faint step growing slightly louder as it grew closer. Judging by the heaviness and consistency of the steps it could only be one person.

The noise halted outside her door as a almost inaudible knock echoed through the dull room. MJ sat up, swinging her legs over the bed as she reach for the doorknob twisting it gently so it made little noise to attract attention.

Her face remained expressionless as she idly stared at the boy in front of her, his hair desheveled like he had just been dragged through rose bushes and his pajamas were drenched in a thick stench she could only perceive as sweat.

' What are you doing here?'

Her words were equally as cold as her looks as she remained unphased by the boys condition.

' I just wanted to see you.'

The boys weakened form only faded his words, shivering as another tear escaped from the prison he had stored them in.

' Why would you want to see an assassin when you're weak, that is when they strike.'

The boys lips parted as his head hung low, Widow could only assume he was disappointed.

' I don't know.'

Rubbing gently at her temples she shuffled up the bed, patting the duvet as a gesture for the boy to sit. She had no interest in him but in human terms wasn't it right to 'console' someone in need?

The boy climbed upon the bed his body stiff and unsure of the situation. MJ merely watched as he shuffled on the covers making the bed creak under his weight.

The room was cascaded into silence as he got comfortable enough the two of the barely making contact as she positioned herself in her original position on the far end the mattress.

She had no idea how to comfort the boy, emotions weren't her strongest subject in fact she wasn't entirely sure how emotions functioned.

' I'm afraid.'

The boys voice cracked as he looked into his palms making MJ's brows furrow slightly her hands weaving under her head as she looked at the ceiling.

' I'm afraid that one day I'll be alone in this world and nobody would be able to save me from drowning.'

Widow didn't pay much attention to the boys words as the boys words caused him to shake, alongside it shaking the bed. She didn't understand the concept of fear that this boy held as she had always been alone.

' Why are you telling me this, someone who can easily snap your neck in less than a blink.Go tell Namjoon or something.'

' That's why I am telling you. If you was to kill me at least I was brave enough to tell someone my fears even if you make the phobia become a reality.'

' Do I need to be more specific with my words? Go find someone who cares.'

Her foot wiggled dismissively in the air as she crossed her legs. It was true that she didn't care for the boy or his problems, she was here for one reason and one reason only not to become a therapist for the broken and misillusioned.

' I had a nightmare, everyone I loved disappeared all because of you. You drove them away from me I just want to hear you say you won't hurt them.'

Widow sighed as the boy ignored her, his voice wavering as he voiced his situation.

' How many times do I have to tell you I'm an assassin, I do as the job description says.'

The boys turned to look at her, his doe eyes scanning over her relaxed body as his blood boiled beneath his skin.

' So why did you save Taehyung.'

MJ knew he had a point but the answer was simple. Taehyung was Naive and pathetic, he was nothing therefore keeping him alive would only be beneficial for her.

' That like asking why would a caterpillar refuse to grow wings. There is no reason.'

The boys eyebrows furrowed as his confusion multiplied. His visit to see the girl had been for naught, he was taught nothing and he definitely gained nothing from visiting apart from a sense of peace.

Not peace from her presence, not at all, but to be able to voice his fears without being judged or looked down upon. If Namjoon was to discover his phobia he would be labelled a child someone unfit to remain in the gang, which is why he strayed to a merciless killer instead of confiding in his brothers.

' What do you really want from me.'

' I want you to train me.'

MJ chuckled softly at his deceleration.

'  I don't take disciples.'

' Please, I want to be able to disregard my fear ;to be able to fight without worrying for anyone else.' 

' What did I just tell you.'

' Please, I'll do anything.'

'  Have you ever saw someone you care about be drained of their life right in front of you.' 

The boy nodded, swallowing the lump in the back of his throat.

'  The only way to get over a fear is if you overcome it, luckily for me I have six subjects at my disposal so if you don't get the fuck out of my room right now I'll make your dream become a reality to the point where you wish I had killed you first.'