Fetish [NamGiSeok]

10

.... Bystanders rushed out of their homes to see what the commotion was about...

Suspect was standing on the lawn of a civilian's home, with a gun in hand..

.... was soon apprehended by police shortly after they arrived..

Namjoon could hear the sound of a television in his dream, along with the vivid feeling of a soft touch against his face. He stirred for a moment only to have the soft touch cease in an instant.

A familiar voice followed, calling his name. The voice sent a harsh shiver down his spine and he jolted out of his sleep immediately backing away from the source.

Seok smiled at Namjoon warmly, holding out a still hand to coax the man closer. Namjoon took another step away from the couch the dark haired man was sat. The other let his hand fall to his side once realizing that Namjoon was unmoving.

"Did you sleep well? I'm sure you did, seeing as you drooled on me." Seok said looking down at his thigh. Namjoon's skin went warm from embarrassment as he raised a hand to wipe away the remaining moisture from his cheek.

"Why the fuck was I sleeping on you?" Namjoon scoffed, feeling disgusted that he'd slept so soundly near the man.

Seok shrugged, muting the tv.

"... Where am I?" Namjoon asked keeping his distance from Seok. He still wasn't sure just which one he was talking to at the moment. The last time he was near Hoseok the man choked the life out of someone right infront of him, and J-Seok choked HIM.

After a moment of silence Seok let out a long sigh tilting his head slightly to release the stiff in his neck. "So.. Suga's not here right now, hm?" The dark haired killer approached Namjoon calmly. Taking small steps towards the panicked man.

Namjoon felt his heart race. The muscle thrashed about his chest restlessly, urging him to get away.

But.. to where?? And how??

"Namjoon-ah." Seok cooed, stopping in his tracks once he had made it directly infront of his target.

Namjoon stared into the other man's crazed expression. His blood boiled in anxiety. He started to feel lightheaded. Like his entire body was going to collapse in seconds.

From fear.

Fear of the unknown.

".. Wh- Who.." Namjoon stuttered. He watched as Seok raised a hand to press against his face softly. The man's palm was cold against his cheek.

Seok snickered to himself. "You're burning up. Are you that afraid of me..?"

The other turned his gaze elsewhere, not feeling the will to look the killer in the eyes.

He was alone now.. Jin wasn't here, or that blonde psychopath, or Yeontan.

Just him and.. this person..

"Just.. please stay away from me." Namjoon breathed. At this point, this was all just becoming too much for him. Suga: being hauled off by the police, Jin: choked unconscious, and being abducted.. His mind slipped at times. He didn't know how long he could grasp onto his sanity.

"Why? I said I wouldn't hurt you, Namjoon." Hope exclaimed, approaching the terrified man once more.

Namjoon retreated. His instincts just screamed at him to get away, and he wasn't going to argue with them.

"I can't find myself trusting you anymore- both of you- no, ALL of you. However the fuck- MANY of you there are. You as a whole."

Hope stared at Namjoon with wide eyes for a moment before bursting into deep laughter. He hadn't laughed in so long. He forgot how good it felt. "... No.. I understand. Completely. Those.. other two.. really gave me a bad rep.."