Love Is A Warm Gun (Kim NamJoon x Male Reader)

Chapter 11

3rd POV

Bullets fell down like it was raining dogs and cats. Halls were stormed but the stomping feat of Y/n when he entered the building with BTS. He was unhinged. After dealing with Kai and tormenting him to the very brim of death, he finally got names out to start searching for his father's ring. All around Korea and Japan, mafia kings and assassin's were taken down with ease by Y/n's fueled rage for the hiding of the ring. Namjoon, grew worried about his boyfriend's new profound rage. It went on for months until now. BTS stood outside, waiting for instructions from Y/n after he was finished with the people's deaths. One after another, bodies fell down. Some were unnoticeable and unable to identify, others were worse. And if there was one thing everyone feared right now, was the possibility that Y/n would take on his father's rage, focus, and determination.

Y/n's POV

I kicked open the door after I finished off the last batch of armed guards, swiftly taking up my gun with one last bullet in it and firing it perfectly for it to land in his chest. Bullseye. "AGH! Fuck!" He said, before he could grab his gun, he clenched his chest in pain, closing his eyes and falling back into his leather chair wear he'd try to bandage himself up by anything. "Where is it Chanyeol." I said, my dark, cold breathe making I clear that this room could he left peacefully, or could be occupied loudly. He didnt answer until i finally came up to his desk, going around to press one of my fingers deep into his wound. "Son of a bitch!" He cried, throwing a fist before I grabbed it and directed it to the desk where he's hit his fist on, me taking his hand, throwing it on the desk and taking a writing pen and stabbing it into his palm. "AAAHHHHHHH!!!! You fucking monster!" He cried, throwing his head against the desk in pain, trying to pull his hand out of the pen but only stopped when he really felt the pain surge in his palm. "TELL ME WHERE IT IS!" I yelled, grabbing a chunk of his hair and slamming it against the desk before his eyes clutched together shut.

"I swear, I have no idea where it is, you know that!" He cried, holding his head back, bloody hand rubbing his forehead. "I know you're telling me the truth, but I know you know who has it so tell me, who is it? Before I take another one of your pens and put it somewhere special." I whispered in his hear, making him shiver in his seat. "I promise, I couldn't tell you even if I knew who had it! The majority of us are bringing everything we have to prove we don't have it, and we don't, I don't, and I know nobody who could possibly have it!" He cried, laying back before holding his chest again. "You know, I'd give you a break but, unfortunately you're a hard person to believe on the outside." I said, stealing his chair from underneath him only for him to fall and hit his head again on the corner of his desk. "Aagh! Would you quit fucking bashing me already! Don't you think I've had enough already?" He asked, trying to get back up before sliding down and hanging slightly low. "I swear I'll let you have enough after you tell me where it is." I said, walking around him, finally seeing his swollen up eye that quickly darkened.

I looked in his eyes to see if there was anything he could possibly tell me by his eye language, but only thing was his only good day looking at me in fear, but also going back and forth with looking at me and something else that was outside in his view. I took that as a message that there was someone else who had eyes on him and he couldn't say anything just yet. "I'll give u 12 hours to give me an answer, when I come back, it's either your answer or your head. You choose." I said, taking the pen and pulling it out; him crying in agonizing pain while I walked out.

I made my way back through the building, stepping over the collapsed bodies that lay there lifeless. To say the least, there wasn't much anyone could really do to stop me. I'll admit, hurting people isn't fun, but it's great to work on for conditioning. I made my strides out the building that was left with one man alive in there, taking a small glance up at the building near by. I could tell he was definitely looking at something that was keeping him shut from saying something. Only logical thing to do now is drag him from here back to headquarters so that we can actually talk rather than waste more of his blood I thought to myself.