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kutemouse · 5 years ago

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Prompt List

Dislaimer: Pretty much none of these are mine. I took them, or inspiration for them, from Tumblr and the rest of the net.

Rules

1. I only write these one-shot imagines/drabbles for BTS. Occasionally, I’ll throw in another kpop idol as a minor/side character, but I’ll be honest I’m not very knowledgeable about any other group besides BTS.

2. Give me only 2-3 prompts, no limit on number of members though. I’ll write OT7 imagines all day, every day if that’s what you want.

3. No word count limit. I’ll make it as long or short as the prompt demands ;)

4. If you’d like more or less smut/angst/fluff than the prompt implies, add that in your request and I’ll make it happen.

5. My set of Masterlist rules applies. No abuse, no weapons, nothing with minors. Everything else is pretty much free game (gimme ALL the kinks)! If I find your request potentially controversial, I simply won’t do it or ask you to edit then resubmit it.

Fluffy/Romantic Prompts

Tell me again/Say that again.

I could get used to waking up next to you.

Can I kiss you?

It’s lonely here without you.

You’re comfy. You’re my pillow now.

You make me happy.

You’ve shown me what love truly looks like.

Don’t be ridiculous, I want to stay up with you.

It was you the whole time.

Look at us, we’re basically a couple already.

I didn’t think you could get any more romantic.

I really want to kiss you.

You talking in your sleep is fucking cute.

Can we just lie here for a moment longer?

It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.

How about a kiss?

Your hugs are the best thing ever.

I can’t imagine a world without you.

You’re so cute when you’re still half-asleep.

You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.

Do you know how beautiful/handsome you are? It’s making me crazy.

Do you need a place to stay tonight?

You are my one and only true love.

I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.

We’ll do it together.

You seem shy, but you’re so damn cute.

If you don’t tell me to stop, I’ll end up kissing you.

Do you trust me?

Here, let’s share the blanket.

You’re the only person I want to be with right now.

You’ve always felt like home.

Why haven’t you kissed me yet?

I’ve been falling for you since the day we met.

You own my heart.

Can I keep this? It smells like you.

Please don’t cry. I can’t stand you crying.

I don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before.

Is that my shirt?

I’m right where I belong.

You smell so damn good.

You’re cute when you’re grumpy.

C’mere you, I’ll rub your back.

I’m not going anywhere.

You’re the most beautiful/handsome thing I’ve ever seen.

You make every day a dream.

I’m only me when I’m with you.

You seem quite nice for such a good-looking a girl/boy/person.

This party was boring ‘til you got here.

I wonder why everyone keeps trying to set us up?

I can’t take my eyes off of you.

I wouldn’t want to be trapped with anyone else.

Come back, it’s too early to get out of bed.

I’m not going to stop annoying you until you give me attention.

Hush, baby, you’re safe. I won’t ever let you go.

Just pretend to be my date/boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other.

It’s not a double date, we’re just third- and fourth-wheeling.

What made you say yes to this blind date?

I like the way your hand fits in mine.

I love that your voice is the first thing I hear each day.

You can call me whenever... even if you don’t have a reason to.

You look so cute, I could kiss you right now.

You’re my inspiration.

Your hair is so fucking soft.

Don’t get up baby, I’ll do it.

Star-gazing was such a good idea.

I think I love you.

You look amazing in the moonlight.

Shut up and kiss me.

It’s always been you.

Marry me.

Angsty/Sad Prompts

You mean way more than just a one-night stand.

Are you even listening to me?!

I thought I could trust you.

Not everyone is going to hurt you.

I want to believe you, I do.

Fuck you.

You broke my heart, and all you can say is ‘I’m sorry?’

I can’t stand the very thought of you.

I don’t trust myself around you.

That’s not what I mean and you know it.

You’re going to just leave me here?

I think you’re just afraid to be happy.

How much of that did you hear?

I like me better when I’m with you.

We need to talk.

Can’t you stay just a little longer?

You were always too good for me.

I don’t want to be alone right now.

Don’t you dare leave me.

Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses any more.

I can’t keep fucking these random girls/boys/people and pretending they’re you.

I don’t know if I want to love or hate you.

I tried my best to not care about you, but I failed.

You expecting someone?

It’s not that easy.

He/she/person is hot, but evil.

I’m too sober for this shit.

I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.

We’re more than friends, and you know it!

I can’t sleep.

Do you really think that little of me?

Fuck, I’m lonely.

What the hell is wrong with you?!

You love yourself more than you could ever love me.

Compliments don’t mean shit.

Tell me I’m wrong.

Why am I not surprised?

I can’t stand the thought of you.

You’re not going anywhere.

I might never get a chance to say this again.

You drive me fucking crazy.

There’s no us. There never was.

I’m sorry things had to go down this way.

You’re in love with someone else?

I can’t stay away from you.

Am I too late?

You couldn’t handle me even if I came with step-by-step instructions.

You make me want things I can’t have.

I know I’ve screwed up, but I can make it right.

You’re a terrible liar, you know.

I’m not gonna lie, this isn’t how I wanted things to go down.

I still believe there’s a good person in you.

You’re making me think they were right about you.

I’m taking a chance on you here.

I made a mistake.

I never hated you... you just made me feel things I didn’t understand ‘til now.

No, I’m not letting you go.

Please look at me.

Is he/she/person really just a friend?

Space is the last thing I want with you.

I know you still love me.

I can’t think straight when it comes to you.

Why are you so damn stubborn?!

Don’t do this.

You never had a problem with it before.

I know I shouldn’t be here.

You deserve better.

Can we just kiss one last time? For memory’s sake?

I swear I’ll do things different/better this time.

He/She/Person is beautiful/handsome. I hope he/she/person makes you happy.

Smutty Prompts (18+ only)

You seem like a bad boy/girl/person.

Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?

Watch me.

Come sit on my lap ‘til I’m done working.

If you insist.

Steal the covers one more time, and I’ll use your body to warm me up.

You’d better watch your fucking mouth.

Behave... or else.

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

Like what you see?

Look at you, you’re already shaking.

I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.

Yes, I’m a bad boy, so I like bad girls.

What are you doing in my bed?

You better shut that pretty mouth before I put it to work.

Once we start, I won’t be able to stop.

I’ve never needed to be fucked this badly.

If you don’t stop, you won’t be able to walk for a week.

Don’t tease so much.

Is that a promise?

Could he/she/they make you feel as good as I do?

I don’t give a fuck. You look hot enough to fuck right here, right now.

Don’t force my hand, or I will punish you.

First one to make a noise loses.

If you’re going to act like a brat, then I’ll treat you like a brat.

I’m sorry, does that feel too good?

I wonder what they’d say if they knew what you were doing right now.

Who said it had to be on the bed?

If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god.

Try to be quiet, okay?

You want to do this now? In public?

Make me.

You’ve got to be quiet or else every will know what a naughty girl/boy/person you are.

I can’t wait to be inside you later.

See that mirror? I’m going to make you watch me fuck you.

I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet.

Quit teasing, or else.

If you don’t like what I’m doing, why are you moaning so loud?

Oh, you’re in trouble now.

If you keep moaning like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.

You’re mine now.

If we get caught, I’m blaming you.

If you leave the house wearing that, I’ll bend you over the bed the second you get home.

I’ll race you.

Quit distracting me.

Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.

If you keep acting like a brat, you’ll give me no choice.

Come here, now.

Make a sound and it’s game over.

Okay, but we’ll have to be quiet.

On your knees.

Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?

Say it. Use your words.

Don’t fucking touch what isn’t yours.

There are people around, though.

I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.

Do it. I dare you.

I know for a fact you can be a hell of a lot louder.

Oh baby, you know you shouldn’t tease.

You’ll never, ever take me to bed.

I won’t touch you ‘til you beg me to.

I’ll bet you money that he/she/person is a beauty on the streets, but a beast between the sheets. (Or some variation of this lol)

You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat here until you walked in.

I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.

Let me show you what happens when you don’t follow the rules.

Spread your legs baby, I want to see how pretty you are.

Against the wall.

Fuck, just like that.

Suck.

Can you feel how turned on I am?

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strwbrryeos · 6 years ago

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My Blood, Your Tears 03 (M)

summary; Two rival factions vie for control over the city and the government: the Min family and the Kim family. Generations of feuds fuel the struggle for power. In the new generation, Kim Namjoon continues his father’s battle, unaware of the Min family’s secret weapon.

genre; mafia au, series, angst, smut, fluff

pairing; mafia leader!namjoon x mafia member!reader

contains; sexual tension!, sex on a table, rough sex, riding, creampie, oral

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Namjoon rolls his eyes as he polishes the end of his blade. He really hates people. And they bleed everywhere.

“Fuck, it’s staining,” he growls, annoyed and this close to throwing the knife at the next person that walks by.

“Well maybe if you didn’t go stabbing everybody like it’s your goddamned job―”

“Is it not my goddamned job?”

A cough interrupts the conversation, followed by a couple of heavy breaths. A man looks up at Namjoon, defiance painted on his face though the terror is apparent in his eyes. “Did your mom raise you to be such a sadist?”

“Always felt that she was more of sadist than me, but whatever.”

He laughs, or well, he tries to laugh, but it comes out as more of a wheeze, and he lurches forward, nearly falling on the concrete floor beneath him. The two men beside him catch him quickly, and the chair he’s tied to connects to the ground with a solid thud. The man struggles against his restraints, but it’s no use.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish here,” says Hoseok with a shake of his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Look,” Namjoon says, “I’m trying to make this easy on you. Just tell us what we need to know, and you can go on your merry way.”

“You act like you’d let me go.”

“Maybe I would.”

“Maybe you’re a liar.”

Namjoon pauses. “Tsk. You got me.”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“This is so cliche!” Jimin groans, sitting down in boredom. “We’re never gonna learn anything like this!”

“C’mon. What do you want? Money? Your life? You can have it all. We just need a name. A name. That’s it. A couple of letters,” Namjoon bargains, “and you’re free to go.”

The man looks around, taking in his surroundings. Before him are the Kim Clan’s top three. Behind him are their men, each of fairly high ranking. The room is small and concrete and lacking windows, meaning he’s going to die either way. Kim Namjoon isn’t a man of his word.

“You might as well kill me.”

“Yes! Finally―”

“Jimin! Back down,” Namjoon commands. He gives his friend a stern look before turning his attention back to the man, and his face contorts into one of some jeering devil. “I’ve got a better idea for you. You’ll sit here, and rot away your days. You’ll take what comes to you. Maybe you’ll get a good old fashioned beating. Maybe you’ll be lacking water. Maybe we’ll feed you a five star steak dinner. Just depends on how you’re feeling. Either way, by the end of it, you’ll tell us what we need to know.”

The man spits at Namjoon’s feet. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”

Namjoon stands, beckoning to his men who nod in response. Before he leaves, he glances over his shoulder. “Jimin,” he says.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Go at it. Just don’t kill him.”

Namjoon doesn’t hear his reply because he’s already shutting the door. Hoseok runs up next to him, looking back with some concern. “You sure that was a good idea? You know how Jimin can get.”

“Well I guess I’ll have to trust you to make sure that he doesn’t overdo it. Did you find another lead?”

“Nope. This ghost is sealed and sealed tight. If this guy won’t give us a name, then we can forget asking the Min Clan directly. It’s not happening.”

“Fuck!” Namjoon shouts as he climbs the stairs, his voice echoing up the hallway. “Why is this so difficult? I’m still fucking pissed about the senator too.”

“Yeah, well, you’re always pissed.”

“Cause someone is always doing something stupid!”

“You sound stressed,” a new voice giggles, and Namjoon freezes.

Fucking shit he totally forgot.

There you sit, on his couch, completely relaxed, looking like the most innocent thing in the world despite just coming back from your own brutal interrogation session, and acting like you have no idea what Namjoon’s been up to.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes, running to plant an apology kiss on your cheek.

“Whipped,” Hoseok mutters through a fake cough, earning a glare from his friend. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi, Hoseok. How are you?”

“I’m okay. Little tired, but okay.”

“Where’s Jimin?”

“He’s… You know, I should probably go check on him. I’ll tell him you said hi!” Hoseok replies as he runs back from where he came. Hopefully he didn’t go overboard!

“So, I’m guessing you forgot?” you say, changing the subject.

“I’m so so sorry… I got preoccupied with work and I― How long were you waiting here?”

“Not long, Sir,” interjects a man from the other side of the room. “We only just let her in.”

“Well I’ve been waiting outside instead because they wouldn’t fucking let me in but whatever. Your security is really uptight,” you complain. Namjoon chuckles, though he’s grateful his men aren’t complete idiots. He gives a subtle nod to his guard, silently saying, “Job well done.”

“Okay, I will make it up to you. I just have to get changed first.”

“Can I come?”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re gonna distract me?”

“You already made us miss our reservations so does it really matter anyways?”

“Fair point.”

You follow Namjoon up to his room, hand locked with his and giggles escaping your lips the entire time. As soon as he gets the chance, Namjoon is throwing you on his bed and climbing on. He plants soft kisses all over your face and neck, throwing you into fits of laughter. You can’t escape because he’s got your wrists pinned down, and, unfortunately, he’s a little bit stronger than you are.

“Namjoon, Namjoon!” you laugh through heavy breaths, “Get off!”

“But I don’t wanna,” he whines. He releases your wrists and you push on his chest, rolling yourselves over so that you’re straddling him.

“You said you were gonna change,” you say, pecking his lips.

“This is more fun.”

“But you were gonna make it up to me, remember?” Another peck.

“I could make it up to you right here, right now.”

“Except I’m hungry,” you say, smiling as you climb off of him. He sits up, looking at you with only adoration.

“Fine, fine. I’m going.” He gets up, shedding his shirt in the process. You bite your lip, suddenly contemplating skipping dinner altogether, but he seems to read your mind and shakes his head. “Nope. You lost that opportunity.”

“But―”

“No buts! I’m gonna take you out somewhere nice to eat. And then maybe we’ll go see a movie. And then maybe we’ll go take a walk. And then I’ll fuck you.”

“Why can’t you be one of those boyfriends that says ‘make love’ instead?”

He rolls his eyes as he fixes his hair. “Because,” he laughs, “if I tried to ‘make love’ to you, you’d just tell me to stop fucking around! You’re really impatient, you know.”

“Hey!”

“Am I wrong?”

“Not the point, jerk.”

“Hey, don’t call me a jerk. I’m paying for your meal.”

“Well I’d hope so. You’re the rich one.”

He walks over to you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Are you saying you’re only dating me for my money?”

“Yes,” you reply without hesitation, “that’s it.”

“What if I lost all my money tomorrow? Would you still go out with me?”

“Probably not.”

“Oh, that’s just cruel.”

“You made me miss my dinner!”

“C’mon then, babe,” he says, holding out his hand, “I owe you a date.”

Namjoon hasn’t seen you in, what, a week? And it’s like you’ve been gone a lifetime. There’s just something about you. Something that’s so positively alluring. Something that’s got him reeling. He can’t quite place it. He doesn’t even really know how he found himself like this. He doesn’t get attached. It’s just not in his nature.

Yet, here he is, spoon feeding you ice cream in the middle of the park solely because you asked him to. And he knows he’s gonna get so much shit for this when he goes back home. He can feel the smirks of his men watching him.

You’d be lying if you said he didn’t do things to you too.

You aren’t a relationship person; you’ve got too many commitment issues for that. You’ve never felt safe letting anyone get too close, but, as moments become minutes and minutes become hours and hours become days and days become months, you find yourself so eased by his presence. So soothed by his voice. So eager to divulge every dirty secret that you have under you.

But you don’t, of course. How would you even begin? You couldn’t up and tell him about the time you snagged a very important key right out from under him. You couldn’t tell him about the time you learned a couple of security access codes when he wasn’t paying attention. You couldn’t tell him about the time you swiped a flash drive that happened to be lying around. You couldn’t tell him that the reason he was so stressed lately about everything falling apart was because of you.

So instead you giggle sweetly as he feeds you the next scoop, feigning anger when he drops some on your skirt. “Okay, okay,” you laugh. “I think you’ve done enough. You’ve officially made it up to me.”

“But I was just getting started. I have a whole evening planned,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows.

“Never,” you say through laughter, “do that again. That does not suit you.”

“What? C’mon―”

“I don’t think Mr. Hot-Shot-CEO-Kim-Namjoon wants to be caught wiggling his eyebrows like that, okay? I hate it.”

“But you could never hate me,” he says through a pout.

“Doubtful, honestly.”

“Now that’s just mean,” he says as he stands, brushing off his pants.

You stretch, standing up beside him. “At least I don’t forget our dates.”

“I thought I made it up to you!”

“Barely. I― Hey!”

He grabs your arm and hip, pulling you close to his body in an instant. “I may have forgotten our date but at least I don’t hold grudges.”

“I just like it when you dote on me.”

“I dote on you either way!”

You scoff, though it’s hard to act mad when he’s holding you so close and wow his lips are right there.

Obviously you’ve been spending too much time together because Namjoon knows exactly where your thoughts are, and he can’t help being so damn smug about it. “Aw, does baby girl want a kiss?”

“Stop it,” you groan.

“You want a kiss, don’t you?”

“Namjoon…”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” you huff in defeat.

He smirks victoriously, and you swear you’d slap him if he weren’t so damn cute. He pulls you the tiniest bit closer, both arms wrapping around you fully while yours entwine around his neck. His lips find yours swiftly, having done so a million times before. The kiss is slow and sweet at first, but it quickly heats up, his tongue slipping inside your mouth when he gets the chance. He moans softly into your mouth, the tension between you two finally reaching a breaking point.

Though neither of you really want to, you pull away, eager to return home. Namjoon waves absentmindedly, beckoning his men to follow him. It sets you on edge, making you suddenly hyperaware of everything going on, but you remind yourself that Namjoon has no reason to suspect you, and right now the only thought on his mind is getting under your skirt.

Namjoon has you home in an instant (the car ride was a bit of a blur, what with him teasing you the entire time), and he’s near growling as he strips you of your clothes. “You’re a fucking tease,” he mumbles as he kisses your neck.

“Me? What about you?” you whine as you help him out of his shirt.

“I mean, you just walk around looking so good all the time.”

“Have you seen your face?”

“Nothing compared to yours, babe.”

He lifts you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he walks you to his desk.

“Oh, table now?”

“Problem?”

“None.”

“Good. It’s easier to eat you out this way anyway.”

“Fuck, better make good on that, babe.”

“Always,” he replies with a cocky smirk.

He sits on the chair, grabbing your legs and pulling your apex right in front of his face. His eyes look at yours briefly, as if daring you to make another snarky comment, but you say nothing, prompting him to put his mouth to use on your skin.

He teases kisses up your inner thigh, making most of the fun way you squirm and whine, begging for more. He licks a few lines, coming close to your center before going back down and starting over again. Every so often, he stops to leave a small mark, and it’s driving you crazy.

“Namjoon,” you whine, “please.”

“Please what, babe?” he laughs, massaging your legs.

“Please fucking do something!”

“Aren’t I?”

“I’m literally gonna kill you.”

“I don’t think that’d be much of a fight.”

“Yeah, for me.”

“Hey, do you want me to eat you out?”

“Kinda!”

“Damn, you’re impatient.”

“And you’re stalling!”

“Why are you so angry?” he asks, his voice tinted with glee.

You take a deep breath, playfulness etching your voice. “Joon, baby, if you don’t fuck me, I promise you I’ll find someone who will.”

“Ah,” he says, shaking his head at you, “you’re gonna fucking regret that.”

“Gonna prove it to me?”

“That’s it. You’re not getting cuddled tonight.”

“Doesn’t matter as long as I cum.”

“I hate you.”

“Two words: hate. sex.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes, chuckling before finally, finally putting his lips on your dripping center. You gasp, shivers rolling up your spine at the contact. His tongue darts out, lapping at anywhere it can get to.

“Tastes so good, babe.”

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you command, one hand darting out to his hair. You yank a little roughly, but it seems to entice him to work harder.

He uses both of his hands, massaging your outer folds as his mouth works its magic. It leaves you reeling, and moans are falling from your lips like his favorite song. “You sound even better.”

“Mm… fuck, Joon, I’m not gonna…”

“Don’t worry, babe, I got you.”

“No, shit, I want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, even as he slides two fingers inside of you.

He picks up his pace, and you hold his wrist tightly, trying to slow him down. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you,” he laughs.

“With your dick,” you hiss.

“Ah, but I’m having so much fun like this.”

“I―Fuck. I know you’re hard right now.”

“Why won’t you let me have my fun?”

“Because I would really rather you fuck me right now.”

“Fine,” he says as he stands. “Since you want it that bad.”

He grins, kissing you as you eagerly help him out of his pants. One hand slips under his boxers, fondling his hard cock. He moans, leaning against you as you pump him. You run your thumb across his slit a couple of times, earning a soft whimper before he pulls away from you.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, tapping your thighs. You obey quickly, and he lines himself up to your entrance.

“Fuck me, Namjoon,” you whisper, and he’s easing himself in. He sucks in a breath, trying not to lose all of his self control right then and there.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

You nod, letting yourself adjust. When he bottoms out, you can’t help grabbing him and sinking your teeth into his shoulder to stifle a moan. You’re nearly shaking out of desperation when you finally mumble, “Move.”

He doesn’t hesitate, sliding out of you and back in slowly before picking up pace as you give him the okay. Soon enough, the table is squeaking with the force of his thrusts, and you’re damn near screaming in pleasure. Namjoon huffs out in exeration, small noises of pleasure escaping him every so often.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So good. Always so good,” he moans.

“Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

“Shit, I won’t last long.”

“It’s okay, I won’t either. Just don’t stop.”

He nods, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as his thrusts get harder but shallower. He pauses every so often to give you a break, massaging your walls with long, languid strokes, but he’s quick to pick up the pace again. Your head is thrown back in pleasure as his cock does everything right inside of you.

“Fuck!” you cry as you feel your high approaching. “Fuck, keep going.”

Despite your request, he stops, pulling out of you and sitting back on the chair. He pats his leg twice and says, “Ride me ‘till you cum, babe.”

You whimper, moving onto his lap. You take his cock in your hand, placing its tip at your center before sinking down on it, eliciting simultaneous moans from the both of you. Namjoon guides your waist, and when you’ve adjusted yourself, you start bouncing on him.

Namjoon kneads your ass as you fuck yourself on him, trying his best to hold off his orgasm until you’re close enough. But you’re not making it easy, either. You alternate rhythms, bouncing and rolling on his dick until he feels like he’s going to pass out. To distract himself, his mouth finds one of your breasts, his hand pinching and playing with the free nipple. You cry out, steadying yourself on him as you move faster.

“J-Joon!” you whine. “I’m close!”

“Fuck, finally. I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes…”

“C’mon, babe. Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.”

“Shit, Namjoon… I’m―”

You sit on his cock in one final, hurried bounce, and you’re coming undone on top of him. You squeal in pleasure, the sensation running up and down your body. Namjoon cums as soon as you do, the feeling of you clenching around him too much to bear, and he fills you up.

You collapse in his arms, your body feeling fuzzy and full and warm and so, so tired. After a few minutes and a couple of deep breaths, Namjoon slips out of you and picks you up, depositing your worn out body on his bed. He cleans you up gently before helping you into one of his shirts.

It’s much too large on you, but damn do you look cute. He puts on a pair of loose pants and climbs in right beside you, wrapping you snugly under his arm as sleep finally takes you.

Your eyes open abruptly and you shoot up, expecting danger. You look around nervously, only to find yourself alone in Namjoon’s bedroom. The bedside clock blinks 6:23, and you’re a little bit pissed off because you hate waking up before the sun rises.

Some rustling from the other side of the bedroom door draws your attention, and you decide to go investigate. There’s nothing there, and while that’s not all that surprising, what is surprising is the fact that there’s nothing anywhere. The whole house seems empty. No Namjoon… no guards. No Hoseok or Jimin.

Where did they go?

You make your way downstairs, looking for clues. All the hallways just lead to more empty rooms, and it didn’t look like anyone was outside either.

And then you hear a very distant, very muffled scream. What the fuck? One hand darts to your side, expecting to find a knife, and disappointed to come up empty-handed. Shit. This is definitely not ideal.

Against your better judgement, you decide to follow the noise. (But not without sending your brother a very lovely “if you don’t hear from me within twenty four hours i died by the kims love you xx” text). At the end of the second hallway is what you thought was a closet door, but actually turns out to be a basement door. You open it, and the screams get a little bit louder.

“Ah, this is gonna go well.”

You trek carefully, trying not to make any sudden or loud movements. The basement looks more like a cellar in that it opens to one big room connected to a long hallway with four doors down it. There are two men posted outside of one door, and another loud scream is heard from it. You’re very exposed, and the movement of your appearance causes both their heads to whip towards you, hands instinctively moving to the weapon on their belt.

And then they register who you are, and everything seems to slow down. “Uh…”

They look at each other, unsure of what to do before slowly rapping on the door behind them.

“What?” shouts a voice from the other side.

“Sir, uh, we kinda have a situation.”

“Can’t you handle it?” he says in an annoyed tone.

“I think this is above our station.”

The door swings open angrily. “Above your station? What the fuck does that even―”

He’s cut off as the guard redirect his attention to you, and you can only stand there, dumbfounded.

Fuck.

You two stare at each other for what seems like an eternity before you finally shuffle backwards. “I’m just… I’m just gonna go…”

“Ah, shit,” Namjoon mutters. “Babe, I’m so sorry.” You look at him expectantly, but instead he turns to the men. “Don’t let her leave.”

Double fuck.

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