The World Of NamGi Fairytales : A One-shot Compilation (slow updates)

"Vigour" ⛓️

‼️ Mention of Blood and Homophobia, along with slight mature content in the end; I suggest you to skip this story if you're uncomfortable with reading such type of stuff ‼️

"Urgh Namjoon, it hurts !!" Yoongi screamed on top of his lungs praying that his husband would hear his voice but it was of no use. 

"I should have listened to Namjoon, please Namjoon save me. This is horrible. I'm so scared."

"Stop screaming you pathetic fag" a voice echoed in the room where Yoongi was tied up. Tears won't stop flowing. To say Yoongi was scared will be an understatement. He just wants Namjoon to come and wrap him in his warm embrace. "Ha I'm not pathetic, it's YOU. You don't have the courage to show your face you bloody bastard. Too damn scared to come face to face with MY HUSBAND, MY NAMJOON cause you know it very well you can never be like him". Yoongi replied, with a voice laced with confidence. He was sure it was one of Namjoon's enemies who held him captive to bring Namjoon down but he was more sure about the fact that Namjoon will come and save him. 

The room of the door opened, revealing a man wearing all black, covering his face. "You little piece of shit" he screamed and kicked Yoongi in his stomach, making him hiss at the pain. "You and your faggot husband are disgrace to this world. It's a sin to love a person of the same gender yet here you are. I'll kill you and your husband and I'm going to conquer his business cause a fag like him don't deserve it." Yoongi just chuckled at his statement. "You're no one to judge whether it's right or wrong to fall in love with a person who belongs to the same gender. Keep on trying you scoundrel, Namjoon will come here soon and he'll definitely show your place" Yoongi replied earning a tight slap from the man. 

"Where are you Namjoon? Please come fast. This is so scary. Please… "

Everything turned black , his body gave up from all the pain that he received since the last two days. 

"Yoongi stay strong for a little bit more time. I'm coming for you. Stay strong my love. "

Namjoon himself wasn't doing well. His husband was held captive by one of his Stark enemies. His body was on fire from the anger that was building up inside. "Argh what's the status update Jungkook?" Namjoon asked his brother. "I have tracked the number hyung , it's location is showing that Yoongi hyung is held captive in an old warehouse of the Lee corporation". Jungkook replied, his face was showing fear. "So what the hell are we waiting for? Let's go. I can't even imagine how much pain Yoongi must be feeling right now. It's all because of me." Namjoon said, aggressively pulling his hair. "Namjoon, it's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. Yoongi will be fine. Trust me".  Seokjin said, gently rubbing Namjoon's back to calm him down. 

"Just wait, you rascal. I'm coming to kill you."

"Wake up you fag." The mystery man said and kicked Yoongi again. Yoongi groaned at the pain. He coughed some blood. "Nam-jooon please come fast" Yoongi whispered, clutching his stomach tightly to ease the pain. 

The man grabbed Yoongi by his hair, pulling him up from the floor. He was about to punch him but someone slammed open the door. "Mr. Lee Kim Namjoon is here" he said and a wicked laugh left the mouth of the mystery man. "Oh so your faggot husband is here to rescue you. It's disgusting to see how madly he loves you  that he's even ready to get himself killed." The man let go of Yoongi and his body hit the floor with a thud. 

"Please God keep him safe. I don't want him to get hurt because of my stupid mistake. If you want to hurt someone, hurt me instead but please keep Namjoon safe."

"YOONGI YOONGI!" Namjoon screamed. Kicking and shooting everyone who's coming in his way to stop him from reaching his husband. "Look who we have here. The famous Kim Namjoon. Are you here to save that little husband of yours huh? You faggot" The man said throwing a punch at Namjoon but Namjoon was strong enough to handle it. He kicked the man with a great amount of power in his thighs, making him puke out blood.