𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐖 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

|Namjoon|

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Blood begins to squirt out of your mouth as Namjoon repeatedly kicks you in the stomach. Your arms release from its protective shield over your head to your bruised stomach, ribs cracking underneath his powerful stomps. He forcefully yanks your bloody body off the floor by your matted hair, dragging you.

A loud, shrill scream fills the room as he threw your limp body across the floor. You desperately begin digging your nails in the ground as you tried to crawl away from him.

"Out of everyone in the world who could betray me, I'd never thought it'd be you." Namjoon says as he circles your body like a hawk.

It had been five hours. Five hours of Namjoon torturing you. Five hours since you tried to plot against him, miserably failing. Y'all had been arguing for hours on end, the argument getting physical. He'd caught you hastily packing your bags as he walked into the master bedroom.

||Flashback||

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Namjoon shouted as he stared at you packing up your clothes in suitcases. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing, Namjoon?" You yelled back, stuffing your last shirt in a suitcase before zipping it shut.

You dragged the two suitcases you had, along with your crossbody bag, and headed towards the doorway, only for him to block you. "Move." You grumbled, eyeing him down. "No."

"Mo-ve." You shouted, pushing him out of the way and going towards the stairs. "No," he firmly said as he yanked you back by the arm, "I'm not letting you go that easy."

"You don't fucking own me Namjoon."
"Oh but I do."

You scoffed and yanked your arm back away from him, heading back down the stairs. "Y'know you need me right." Namjoon shouted down at you from the railing of the stairs. You flipped him off as you ignored him, trotting down long steps.

"You're helpless with and without me Y/n. Where are you gonna go? what are you gonna eat? I know you have no money. You're dependent on me Y/n, practically nothing."

That made you stop dead in your tracks. "Take...that...back." You slowly said as you turned back around to face him.

"No," he grinned, sauntering down the long, marble stairway, "you're a dead weight who contributes nothing to this organization. You're a leech. A parasite that feeds off my money and resources." He calmly stated, grinning at you.

Namjoon's head whipped sideways as you sent a harsh, forceful slap across his face, a bright red handprint starting to form. He quickly spat out a small spittle of blood before turning his head back at you.

A menacingly look spread across his face as he wiped the excess spit from the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand. He dryly chuckled at you, waging and shaking his pointer finger. Before you could even dodge it, his hand flew across your face, the impact causing you to drop your bags to the ground; you falling along with them.

"Fuck," you shouted out in pain as you clutched your left cheek, spit flying out your mouth, "what the hell?"

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Namjoon shook his head his he crouched down to your level. You inched yourself away from him and towards the door. "You should've know better Y/n. I'm not gonna let you go that easily."

You kicked your leg, the move hitting him in the balls. He hunched over in pain, it giving you enough time to grab your bags and run for the door. As you turned the door handle, he grabbed onto your ankle, essentially dragging you back inside the house with him.

You fell down to the floor with a bang as he straddled your lap, preventing you from moving. A sadistic, crooked smile spread across his face as you helplessly thrashed yours arms, trying your best to hit him.

His large hands tightly wrapped around your throat, you gasping for air. Your nails ran down his shoulders as you tried to fight back. You scratched him in the face, near his eyeball, him retracting his hands in pain. You took that as a chance to defend yourself, you kicking him down on the ground and onto his stomach.

Out of your peripheral vision, you spotted Namjoon's gun in his holster, you quickly taking it from him. You pointed the gun at him as he slowly rose from the ground, laughing at you. He put his hands in the air, the smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh c'mon Y/n," Namjoon whined, "you're not gonna kill lil 'ol me."

"Shut up Namjoon." You gritted through your teeth. "You're not actually gonna shoot me Y/n. You don't have the guts," he taunted, "You don't have the balls to look me in the eyes half of the time, yet I'm supposed believe you're gonna shoot me. Pffft."

"Shut up Namjoon." You shouted, body nervously shaking.

"Aww wook at the wittle baby shaking." He mocked. "Y'know what? Go ahead Y/n. Shoot me."

He unbuttoned his black button up shirt, revealing his bare chest. His hands beat on his chest as if to say 'hit me with your best shot.' Your grip on the gun was shaky as your fingers fumbled on the trigger.

"I'm tired of you underestimating me. I'm tired of being your little play thing that you can just toss around when you're bored. I'm tired of your bullshit. This...relationship...is...over." You shouted.

You closed your eyes as you aimed the gun directly at his heart, and pulled the trigger. You repeatedly pulled the trigger after continuously hearing small clicking sounds. The clip had been emptied.

Namjoon chuckled at the look of horror mixed with shook that washed over your face; a dark, angry look washing over his. He reached down towards his pants legs, rolling them up to reveal a full clip. He grabbed it and threw it across the room before stalking over towards you. 

Namjoon quickly grabbed ahold of your wrist and twisted it, knocking the bullet-less gun to the floor. He tackled you to the ground, holding your arms behind your back as he sat down on it.

"You really are one stupid bitch Y/n," he coldly whispered in your ear, "it takes a lot to kill someone like me, let alone try to. Surprised you even had the balls."