Seven | BTS ✓

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Namjoon didn't want to come to work today, but a bachelorette party rented out the entire club and they requested him.

A bunch of rich, drunk women watching him dance and throwing money at him?

Not to mention what will happen after the dance.

Okay. He's glad he came to work today.

The music begins and he's immediately in character, oil dripping down his chest and the boxer briefs he's wearing hug his thighs perfectly.

The women are wolf whistling and throwing money onto the stage and he smirks in their direction, throwing the occasional wink their way.

The women are already pretty drunk from what Namjoon can tell since they've begun throwing hundred dollar bills on the stage unlike the ones and fives he's used to.

He laughs to myself thinking about how he'll get to buy a new TV for the house since he may or may not have broken the old one.

He blames Jimin. That frying pan messed his brain up. He's sure of it.

Definitely Jimin's fault. Not his.

He's pulled from his thoughts when he hears a scream. Not the usual scream of pleasure and adoration.

But a scream of pure terror.

He glances up, not sure if he should stop dancing to see what happened. Maybe someone just accidentally spilled a drink or something.

He shrugs it off and continues to dance, the lights blinding him to the women in front of him.

He hears more screaming. Whoever is spilling those drinks is even clumsier than he is.

Did they get beaten with a frying pan too?

Namjoon feels something splatter across his chest and when he looks down, he freezes in place. Red. Dripping down his chest. Mixing with the oil.

Blood.

He jumps off the stage to find out what's going on and that's when he finally sees.

The entire bachelorette party is being attacked. No... they're being mutilated.

By her.

Namjoon is standing frozen in place as she quickly and elegantly moves through the group, ripping throats out with her teeth and pulling out organs with her bare hands.

The screams are almost drowned out by the loud music.

They're all dead now. An ocean of blood surrounding what's left of them.

She grins up at Namjoon before leisurely making her way to the DJ booth where the DJ has been suspended to the wall by the metal stripper pole sticking out of his chest.

Lucy turns the music off and lets out a deep sigh.

"Let's go swimming. Such perfect weather for a swim," she says in a light voice as she skips towards him like a giddy child.

He holds his hands up defensively and backs up quickly, but she's in front of him in an instant.

"Swim," she says emotionlessly as she grabs the back of his neck and drags him over to the blood drenched floor.

She pushes him onto the ground and his face is immediately pushed into the hot liquid flooding on the floor.

He fights against her grip, trying to catch even one breath. His lungs are on fire, but she doesn't relent.

"Swim, little fishy," she sings as her grip on the back of Namjoon's neck tightens and the burning in his lungs becomes unbearable.

Just when he feels himself start to lose consciousness, she yanks him back up and throws him on his back, causing splashes of blood to erupt underneath him as he lands in the small pool she's created.

"Fishy doesn't have gills?" she pouts as she laughs without a hint of actual humor in her eyes.

He coughs as he tries to catch his breath. "W-what... how are you alive?" he asks between coughs.

"How much for a strip tease, Joonie?" she asks, cocking her head to the side.

Namjoon frowns, still dragging in deep breaths to calm his burning lungs.

"What's wrong with you??" he yells hoarsely.

"Strip for me, fishy," she grins as a pocket knife appears in her hand.

"I'll strip you if you don't want to do it for me," she winks before advancing on him.

His body is still weak from lack of oxygen so when she straddles him, he doesn't have enough energy to fight her off.

He does try though, pushing her and trying to buck her off his hips but she's completely still.

Smiling at him.

She starts humming to herself as she grabs his right arm and presses the knife to his shoulder.

He hisses in pain as the blade makes a small cut.

"The clock struck four," she sings.

"You crazy-"

His words halt in his throat when he feels her drag the knife down the length of his arm, carving it like a Thanksgiving turkey.

He screams in agony as she leaves the skin hanging haphazardly before sitting back, admiring the look of unbearable pain on his face.

She's completely calm. Humming to herself.

"You have such beautiful skin. I'll use it to make some tablecloths," she whispers before leaning down to harshly bite his lower lip.

"Thanks for your services. Here's your tip: Watch your fucking back, Lust," she grins widely and waves at him.

"Bye bye, fishy!"

And then she's gone.

Namjoon grits his teeth and spares a glance at his mutilated arm.

He really wishes he hadn't looked.

He'd much rather be beaten with a frying pan by Jimin every day for the rest of forever.

"First time ever that I'm not turned on at all..." he groans before losing consciousness.