Namjin
"And once again, they found themselves tangle in his sheets, hands desperately wrapped around each other. Not wanting to let go even for a moment, not wanting to let their lips separate even for a second."
__
"I will get revenge," Namjoon stated, sitting on his throne made of human skulls. What else would you expect from the ruler of hell?
"Do what you want," a female voice appeared, her voice as smooth as a snake.
Her eyes were ice cold, and her red lips slightly puckered.
He wasn't sure wether she would be considered his wife at this point.
He'd married her out of love, and now...what had become of her?
She was always lost in her own world, humming the same repetitious melody over and over again, like a broken record player.
She wore a long, silky, red velvet dress, which flowed onto the ground, touching the surprisingly cold floor. It was dark and glossy, her reflection was perfect on it.
"Do you not care one bit what happened to our daughter, Marilee?"
"Your, daughter. And frankly, Namjoon, I don't. She was a pain in the as-"
The furious man hit his staff against the ground, causing the entire underworld to shake and rattle.
"Do not talk about her that way!" He bellowed, his eyes had turned a fiery red, and smoke was practically coming out of his ear.
"Do whatever you want," she said again, touching the small flower that always seemed to grow in hell. She could care less about his plans.
"Help would be appreciated!" He shouted, walking over to her. One snap, and her neck would be broken. That's all he needed, one small snap.
"Isn't that why you have your assistant?" She asked, completely unfazed. She looked into his eyes, and he could see how she held no care in the world in them. She had the same look as a lost boy would.
Before Namjoon could break her neck, or choke her to death, his assistant walked in at the sound of his name.
"You called for me, your majesty?" He asked, looking at the fighting couple.
"He needs help, he wants to get revenge on the humans for his daughter," Marilee explained. She then left the room so they could talk.
"You what?"
"Yoongi, you know how much she meant to me. She was the only child I ever had, and...I just can't bring myself to think about what those god awful humans did to her. I have to avenge her, you know I do," his tone changed, he wasn't always the Satan everyone was scared of.
He had a soft spot, you know.
Namjoon walked over to his throne and sat back down on the comfortable cushion. His head rested on his hand, as he sighed.
"I mean...I guess that seems fair. They hurt you, so you hurt them back," Yoongi said, already in deep thought. "I will go out in the human world, find out who killed your daughter, and will personally slaughter them, and I will make sure they are suffering every moment, in their new home, hell."
"That sounds...undoubtedly pleasant. But...I want to do something. I want to hurt them, I want to make sure they all die,' Namjoon planned. He rubbed his hands together, and grinned to himself, boy this was going to be fun.
"All as in...the entire world? Like every human being on the planet?" Yoongi asked, cautiously. His master was being incredibly risky with this.
"Of course."
"With all due respect, they didn't all hurt your daughter, only a few did and I can find out whic-"
"They ALL will die." And once he had made up his mind, no one could change it.
YOU ARE READING
bts oneshots (bxb)
Fanfiction"Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was those dimmed lights, but when their lips finally touched, he felt human for the first time." Oneshots about your fave 7 men 🤍
