𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 /𝘉𝘛𝘚 +21 《ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ》

《 Namjoon 》

He wrapped his hand around my throat and pushed me against the wall. My spine sizzled from the hard crash. He squeezed his hand tighter. His nails almost cutting my skin. I tried to move my head up to get some air into my lungs, but his grip was too tight.

As I looked into Namjoon's eyes I felt my insides crumble. So helpless and small compared to him. The way his glare darkened as he dominated me so easily. "You can fool the rest with your innocent act, but I'm not falling for it. Throwing your body at them just so they won't suspect anything. Pathetic."

His words sounded like vague sounds in the background. My focus declined as fast as the air in my lungs. My body was slowly going numb. I couldn't feel my feet anymore. The tingling in my legs slowly turned into spikes puncturing my skin. My face turned red due to lack of air. My legs were struggling to keep my body weight up. The only thing holding me from collapsing to the ground was Namjoon's grip. I rested my head against the wall as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I was on the verge of losing my consciousness. 

"Don't even think about it. I still need you." Even though, I was slowly losing it, I could smell his pungent cologne. It was so intoxicating, like some kind of poison. Burning the inside of my nose. I grabbed his wrists with both my hands, but I was too weak to pull him away. He got annoyed with me and threw me over the bed. I bounced up and down on the soft mattress, coughing my lungs out. The more air got in them the more I couched. It took me a good couple minutes to let the oxygen flow through my body again.

I quickly scrambled of the bed when I realized he came closer. He clearly wasn't out to kill me. If he was, he would've done it by now. There is more going on. Did he find out the truth? He can't possibly, right? My heart raced in my chest, ready to explode from anxiety. If he found out then who knows what he'll do to me. I withheld important information from him.

He pulled out his gun and pointed it at my head. His finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire at any second. "Walk beautiful or I'll pull the trigger." Without hesitation I walked out of my room. Taehyung and Jimin both stood outside watching us with the biggest grin on their face. They probably all know by now. They know what's going to happen to me.

"Hyung, can we watch?" Namjoon shot them an angry glare making them run into their rooms immediately. He took me to one of the torture rooms in the back. Yoongi opened the door for us with a visibly annoyed look. "Finally, he's out. Just so you know, I didn't do anything to him. I'm leaving. Do whatever you want."

Once he left, Namjoon pushed me into the room. The lights turned on and there he sat on a chair, tied up from head to toe. "W-What's going on?" A loud chuckle came from behind me. I was in complete shock and didn't know how to react. As soon as I realized who the man was, my legs went weak. My heart dropped to my stomach and I felt nauseous.

Namjoon's hand wrapped around my stomach. His nails grazing my skin, giving me goosebumps all over my body. He stood extremely close to me. His front hitting my backside. I was still too shocked to move around. All I could do was stare at the man in front of me. His head hung low; body completely motionless. "I-Is he alive?"

"Not for long." He whispered in my ear. Shivers ran down my spine. He noticed and chuckled and my startled figure. "Did you think I wouldn't find out how you reported to him everything about us. Your colleague thought he was slick. That he wouldn't get caught. Unfortunately, his ally wasn't as careful. Right, baby girl?" I felt like falling to the ground and bawling my eyes out. I didn't want to tell him. I really didn't, but he made me. He threatened to tell them lies about me that would get me killed instantly. And knowing Namjoon, he wouldn't have spared my life even if I told him the truth.

He grabbed my hand and put it on his gun. Wrapping his hand around mine and holding it in place tightly. He rested my finger on the trigger and his on mine. Pointing the gun at my former colleague. "This is what happens when you try to double cross a mafia." He pushed his finger on mine, making me pull the trigger. The impact of the gunshot was so hard that I bumped into Namjoon's rock hard chest. I squeezed my eyes shut, not able to look at the scene in front of me.