Dazed || BTS Namjoon Fanfiction

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"Namjoon get behind me," Yoongi immediately ordered, carefully but firmly pushing Namjoon behind him, away from the door. Yoongi didn't have a weapon of any kind, but even Namjoon felt intimidated by the way he stood there in front of the door. The older rapper looked ready to fight with his hands balled to fists and a dark look in his eyes.

"We should call the police," Namjoon said softly, fumbling for his phone when Jin stopped him.

"I'm on it," the elder said, phone already in hand.

Yoongi placed a hand on the open door, slowly pushing it open as he leaned against it and tried to get a look of what was behind it. He carefully took a step, trying not to make a sound. Namjoon hoped they had been talking quietly enough for whoever had broken in not to hear them.

"Taehyungie... Hobi... Kook... Jimin, where... are they home?" Namjoon whispered to Jin.

"Yeah, they were making dinner, remember?" Jin whispered back. Then, into the phone, "Hello? Yes, we need the police. Someone broke into our house. We have an open stalker case going on..."

As Jin softly explained the situation on the phone, Yoongi walked inside and Namjoon followed.

"Joon, what are you doing?" Yoongi hissed at him. "Stay outside!"

Namjoon shook his head. "Not letting you go alone, hyung."

Yoongi grumbled something about the stubbornness of a leader, but turned back around to walk into the hall. They had to be careful not to trip over the dozens of shoes at the step near the entrance and Namjoon had to hold onto Yoongi's shoulder while he balanced through the mess. It was still hard for him to walk and his head was pounding, but he nevertheless felt a strange sense of responsibility to come along with his hyung and find out what was going on.

"Hyung it's too quiet..." Namjoon noticed.

"Yeah..." Yoongi nodded. "Stay close..."

Namjoon didn't trust it. He couldn't hear any of the usual sounds he would expect from their dorm. No sounds from the kitchen, no bickering, no sounds from the TV or gaming, no singing. And that with four of them home? Three of them being their chaotic maknaes? Yeah, that wasn't right.

"Do you think they left and someone broke in while they were gone?"

"No way," Yoongi immediately replied in a whisper. "They were too excited about you coming home, they wouldn't just leave like that. They were blowing up the kitchen, getting everything ready. Careful, the living room is right there. Someone might be there."

Namjoon gulped. They sneaked closer and closer to the living room and that's when they finally could make out some sounds. Someone was softly talking... chuckling...

"Wait here," Yoongi said softly.

Namjoon shook his head. He wasn't going to stay behind. What kind of friend would he be to let Yoongi go against the unknown all by himself?

Yoongi softly cursed at him. He then took a deep breath and slightly opened the door to the living room. He took a sharp intake when he saw what was inside, immediately closing the door and turning back to Namjoon.

"Shit, this is bad. We should wait for the police."

Namjoon searched Yoongi's face for answers, but got none. He moved past Yoongi, who tried to stop him, but he pulled away and opened the door himself.

It felt as if he stopped breathing when he saw what was inside.

A man sat on one of their chairs, legs crossed and face smug. On the floor, by his feet, were Jungkook and Taehyung.

Namjoon recognized the man almost instantly, and his blood ran cold. Part of him had figured it was him, part of him knew that this was what was going on from the moment he saw the broken lock. But seeing his stalker, inside his dorm, had him shocked to the core.

The man hadn't noticed him yet, so Namjoon let his eyes trail over the two maknaes on the floor.

Jungkook had his eyes closed... he seemed unconscious from where Namjoon stood. His hands were tied together, and his legs as well. Namjoon's heart ached for the youngest. Something bad must've happened for their strong maknae to be out cold like that.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was moving. He was gritting his teeth, pushing himself up with his similar tied-up hands, but failing to get up each time he tried. His eyes were fluttering closed every now and then, and it seemed like he had to will himself to stay awake and keep trying.

Jimin and Hoseok weren't there, Namjoon couldn't spot them anywhere in the room.

"It's so cute to watch you struggle like this," Namjoon heard the man say in an almost endearing way. "You're much cuter in person than I thought..."

Namjoon balled his fists, anger, and fear battling inside his stomach.

When the man stomped down hard on Taehyung's back, Namjoon felt himself pale. Taehyung cried out, collapsing onto his stomach.

"What was that?" Namjoon heard Jin ask behind him.

"Shhh, hyung-"

"That was Taehyung, wasn't it?!"

"Hyung, you have to be quiet or-"

Namjoon's eyes locked with those of the stalker in the living room. He had been spotted.

"Oh, Namjoon love, how nice of you to join us!"

He felt Yoongi yank him back before he could do or say anything.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you! You better come out here~ Wouldn't want anything to happen to your little friends here, would you?"

Namjoon looked at Yoongi and Jin, both of them panicked. Yoongi had pulled him back, knowing that the stalker was there for him. But they all desperately wanted to save the two maknaes. They couldn't leave them like this, at a psycho's mercy.

"H-Hyung, Namjoon-hyung run!" Taehyung yelled, followed by the sound of a smack and a grunt.

"Quiet now, Taehyungie."

Namjoon gulped. This man was hurting Taehyung. It didn't matter how scared he was. This was his dongsaeng. He had to go and protect him.

He stepped back to the door, and Yoongi and Jin immediately held onto his arm. Yoongi was shaking his head, his eyes wide. Jin gave him a pleading look. But he shook his head at the two of them, his face determined.

"There you are," the man grinned the moment he saw Namjoon walk inside. "Now how about we have a little chat, hm?"