Gods of the Sea (BTS Vocal Line X Reader)

Ch 3 - Kidnapped

*This POV corresponds with Ch 3 in the main storyline. There is no chapter 2 for Seokjin's POV. 

...Cause someone's gonna ask XD

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I couldn't get drunk enough at this party.

There were far too many women eager to compliment me based on either my looks or my father, and I wasn't interested either way. Their comments wouldn't be worth anything if they had found out what I actually did full-time. Damning the souls of spiritual creatures didn't add me to anyone's Most Wanted Bachelor's list. 

I needed some air. 

The house had a balcony, so I made my way to it. When I walked out, however, I wasn't expecting to see a man and woman standing on the balcony ledge, ready to jump.

The man turned towards me, his aura a mix of pride and enchantment. His face, on the other hand, was dark and twisted, childish and too smug for its own good.

"Is she yours, mate?" he asked.

It took me a moment to realize that he was holding Y/N, whose aura was completely black.

"I'm going to borrow her for a bit," the man continued, his hand over Y/N's mouth. "I hope you don't mind."

They dropped off the side.

I rushed to the edge, hearing Y/N screamed as they plunged into the darkness below. Her scream brought about the interest of a few others close to the balcony, and they ran over to see what was happening.

"Who was that?" one of them asked.

"Did someone just commit suicide?"

"Someone call the police!"

I winced at their annoying loud banter in my ears. I took off my jacket, handing it to one of the women standing next to me.

"Hold this for a moment, please," I said.

I climbed over the side and down the wall. There were a few noisy cries as I did so, but I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying. They certainly had enough energy to talk, but not enough energy to do anything about the situation. Typical.

Halfway down the side of the house, I dropped down and hit the streets, taking off towards the direction I saw them go.

I didn't know these streets like I knew the streets back home. It wasn't often that my group even had a chance to come to this city, and if we did, we kept to the slums. Ironically, the poor paid more than the rich for our products. Probably because the rich actually knew the worth of their money. The poor were still foolish enough to think they could buy happiness. The rich had already bought it and realized it was a scam.

And also, the rich weren't half as interested in the spiritual world as the poor were. After all, the rich already had power. The poor were more desperate for it.

There were too many winding streets in this city. I had to climb up another house and stand on the roof just to get a better look.

Where was our little thief?

Adjusting my eyes to the shadows, I looked over the city and tried to scan for him. It took quite a few minutes, but in time I found an abnormally thick shadow heading towards the docks.

Pirates.

Well, this was complicated.

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