Fall (Bangtan Sonyeondan BTS Alternate Universe)

20. Kill

It felt like the club was a pumping machine, bodies moving back and forth in complex patterns that was constantly shoving me this way and that.

I would have hated it, but it would occasionally shove me into Namjoon, who would then put his hands on me to help steady me, so I couldn't really complain. Anything that resulted in me pressed against Namjoon, anything that made him put his hands on me was welcome in my eyes.

The music pounding through my body, sending trembles through my bones and pumping up my blood. The swelling mass of people was growing larger by the minute, as everyone was trying to crowd in for the final rap battle of the Underground's monthly tournament.

Star had told me that Namjoon, Suga or J-Hope had won every month for the past year, with the exception of the ones they didn't compete in.

J-Hope and Suga switched off every month, and Namjoon performed every time. After they won, they would take a month off to, as they put it, 'let the suckers build their confidence back up' before they would come back and destroy them again.

They had gathered quite the following, and the club was always maxed out whenever they competed in the championship battles.

It looked like they had some extreme fans too, as I guessed from the crowd of people currently staring at us. Drool may as well have been pouring out of their mouths with how obsessed they looked.

Seeing how a particular patch of them were eyeing Namjoon, I stepped closer to him, taking his hand and covering it with mine.

I didn't like seeing them looking at him like that. He wasn't mine, but he was more mine than theirs, and I was going to make sure that it stayed that way. A few of them looked like they wanted to kill me, but I was pretty used to it by now. People either wanted to fuck you or kill you here, I'd come to realize. Or both.

Now I was feeling possessive, and I wanted to be disappointed in myself but I was too annoyed to care. I know he's hot shit, but that doesn't mean they could stare at him like that, like they were going to rip off his clothes and force him into some sort of obsessed ritualistic sex game that they had made a table for, that they had thought out while sitting in front of a Namjoon shrine with some dirty tissue that they were convinced belonged to him even though it was probably some random person's germs- I didn't want to think about.

Leaning up, I silently thanked Star for telling me to wear the tall heels so that I was closer to Namjoon's height before laying a hand on his shoulder, grabbing his chin with my fingers and turning his head towards me.

I smirked, leaning in and watching his eyebrows raise up in confident eagerness.

I tilted my head away from his to whisper in his ear.

"How about a good luck kiss?"

"I don't need luck," he smirked arrogantly, licking the corner of his lip.

I raised my eyebrows at him before shrugging and stepping backwards, pulling my lips in my teeth before letting them slowly go.

"But it wouldn't hurt." He reached a hand out to hold my wrist and pull me back.

His lips were on mine before I could even blink. Soft, supple brushes escalating into rough pressures, his tongue pushing against my lips and making me freeze up before he pulled back, grinning.

Then he was walking towards the open center of the floor, where Suga was already waiting, leaving me to stand there touching my lips in shock.

Time passed and I managed to calm my eccentric heartbeat.

I was clinging onto Star's arm, trying to keep myself from screaming while I stared at Namjoon and Yoongi performing.

The strobe lights cast a strange glow on everyone, and Star told me that it made my hickeys pop out even more.