BTS Oneshots and Imagines

Namjoon - Nights Sentinel

I waited for Namjoon under the flickering streetlight, the cool night air sending goosebumps down my spine. He had assured me that he would walk me home, his reassuring presence acting as an armor against the unknown. A feeling of fear grew upon me as the minutes seemed to drag on forever. Namjoon, where were you? 

Doubt crept into my head, whispering worries of abandonment as I examined the bare street for any sign of him. As hopelessness was about to overwhelm me, a black apparition with a frightening appearance appeared out of the shadows.

His hand broke the purity of my personal space with a touch that sent shivers down my spine before I could even respond. I flinched in instinct, my pulse pounding with panic as I stumbled back. "Hey, where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" The man was walking toward me, his words dripping with intent, his voice full of disgust. 

I felt a wave of panic run through me, horror clouding my head as I urgently looked for a way out. But just as I was about to give up, a well-known figure stepped out of the shadows, a silent protector who seemed to be a light of hope in the depths of the night. Namjoon. The man was stopped dead in his tracks by his sheer presence; his large frame exuded strength and resolve.

"Is there a problem here?" Namjoon analyzed the issue with a firm voice and strong gaze. The man mumbled for a while, taken aback by Namjoon's abrupt appearance, then tried to gather himself. "You're not concerned about this, friend. Keep your distance from me." Namjoon, however, remained unmoved, his body acting as a barrier against the attacker as his defensive instincts went into overdrive and he moved between me and the attacker.

Namjoon answered, his voice firm yet full of quiet resolve, "It concerns me when someone harasses a woman on the street." "Now, I suggest you walk away before things escalate." It appeared for a brief moment that the man might disregard Namjoon's advice, a steaming rage beneath the surface.

But then, maybe realizing the pointlessness of his efforts, he gave up and disappeared into the shadows, swearing under his breath. Namjoon turned to face me, concern on his features, a hand reaching out to support me, the immediate threat removed. 

He asked, gently but with genuine worry in his voice, "Are you alright?" I gave a nod, feeling incredibly thankful for his prompt assistance. I said, hardly raising my voice beyond a whisper, "Thank you." Namjoon's eyes held a quiet resolve, and his smile was comforting. "At any moment. I will always be here to keep you safe."

And I realized that I would always be safe with Namjoon at my side as we stood together in the silence of the night. He served as more than simply my angel of protection,he was also my rock of support during difficult times.