Hellraisers - [BTS MAFIA FANFIC]

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"I can't marry you." Akira told him. 

Namjoon staggered backwards. His hands let go of hers. Why was she saying this? After all, it's what she wanted. What we both wanted. Did something change?  There was a silence in his soul. Part of him ripped out. 

Akira wanted so desperately to say yes. Marrying him, being with him forever, that's where she saw her life going. If it permitted, having kids together. She wanted to spend her whole life with him. But now, she guaranteed it wouldn't happen. Seeing the way her answer affected him, gutted her. She immediately wanted to be shot, killed. It would be far better than to see him like this. 

"W-why?" Namjoon croaked. 

"I made a deal with the devil." Akira looked down. Afraid and ashamed. 

"Kitsch." Namjoon growled. Akira nodded in confirmation. 

"What is he making you do?"

Akira explained the deal. Namjoon, obviously argued with her over it. Calling it a rash decision. That she was smarter than that to take a deal with him. Especially after how she was treated. But she argued that while they had the capacity to take care of themselves, just the thought of them constantly being in danger always looking over their shoulder twisted several knots in her stomach. She had the power to not make them targets. To make them off-limits. 

"Knowing you are out here doing what you do, living, not worried about having a target on your back, not always looking to see if you were followed or tracked, it gives me the strength and motivation to do this. I can't be here knowing I had a way to stop all this. I do want to marry you, you know that. But my greatest fear is losing you. I don't want to live every day worrying if you're coming home or not."

"Kitsch or no Kitsch, this is my life. I'm in constant danger. It's what I get for the profession I'm in. For the position I'm in. You knew that. You wanted to marry me anyway."

"That would be something I can't control. This, right now, I can control this."

"You seem to have made up your mind. Arguing with you further won't get us anywhere. Go."

It wasn't the ideal way to end the conversation, but she needed to wrap things up quickly. This was the 3rd time Kitsch called her cell. One more time, and he'd come up here. And she didn't need a scene created. Akira stepped forward to give Namjoon a hug, but he took a step back, avoiding her. She didn't blame him. But, it did hurt. 

"I love you." Akira said then ran out of the ICU ward and out into the parking lot. 

She got in Kitsch's car. He slapped her across the face. 

"I said 1 hour."

"Kit, I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"You're damn right it won't." Kitsch drove out of the parking lot and onto the main road. "From here on out, every time you do anything out of line, I will add an extra 2 months to your time with me. You do as I say. Wherever I say. Understood?"

Akira nodded.