Purge +18 || K. NJ ♡

48 Hours

48 Hours before the commencement of the Annual Purge.

Here we are... Back in my basement. What an exciting place to be. All the weapons, blood, and extras on the walls. Each wall, covered in everything under the sun one would need to kill an entire nation. But, I don't need to kill the nation, just, scare them a little bit... I hope I don't scare Namjoon away. The love I have for him is real.. Right? It has to be. I feel giddy around him as if I'm lighter than air.

~3rd Person~

Closing the door with his foot, Namjoon placed the girl on his bed. Y/n giggled lightly as he began peppering kisses on her throat. His hands gripped her hips as he hovered above her. Her porcelain hands reach up and cupped his cheeks, slowly bringing his face to hers. Their lips met in a dance of passion, desire, longing, & love.
His tongue slid itself across her bottom lip, asking her for entrance. Access was granted by the woman underneath him. His heart immediately sped up once his tongue met hers. His face heated itself as he smirked, letting his lover feel it on her own lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in as close as she could.
A knock sounded on the door, breaking the two out of their romantic escapade. The male groaned and continued his doings until the knock sounded once again. Louder, this time. He growled at the door and climbed off of his lover. She sat up and giggled at his childish attitude. He opened the door to find the eldest of his group staring at him.
"Boy, use protection and don't kill her." He chuckled. The girl froze and jumped off the bed, pulling on her shoes and running outside. Namjoon ran out of the door after her, calling her name and breathing curses. The newfound rain, pounding against the asphalt terrain. His hair fell into his eyes, causing his vision to deter slightly.
The girl had kept running, her hair clinging to her face and neck. Her tears released themselves from her eyes and trailed down her cheeks as her pace continued. Her hearing had blacked itself out, her sense of touch gone as well. Her head ached and throbbed.
Her name slipped from her lover's mouth as he caught up to her. His hand slipped itself around her waist and stopped her in her tracks. Her body shook with sobs, goose flesh appeared on her arms as he held onto her. She turned her body into his chest, her arms hooked themselves around his neck as she cried.
They sat in the middle of the street. Namjoon had begun rubbing her back to calm her down. Once her sobbing had deceased to light breathing, he had realized that she fell asleep from crying. Her body slumped against his chest as he tried to wriggle out from underneath her. As he did, he picked the woman up into his arms and began walking back to where he, and the rest of his friends were staying.
The two had finally gotten back home, the woman still unconscious in Namjoon's arms.

The girl had finally awoken to a barren, and bleak room. The gray walls stood bare, the gray carpet floor, contained no splatters of whatever the professor had cooked up in the past. But somehow, she recognized this space. Her old childhood room. The way it was, the night before the Purge. Her family was moving away, the week after the Purge had ended, so the home was filled with nothing but weapons while their possessions sat in the basement. Untouched, undisturbed, and perfectly safe. If only the family had that luxury. But they didn't.
The entirety of their home had been locked down. Windows barred, door barricaded, and any secret hatches intruders could find themselves, blocked off and sealed, except for a tiny crawl space leading to the roof from the attic. She knew what this was. She knew the turnout of the situation her family had put themselves in without noticing. No way in, and no way out.
Her parents doomed themselves. A ravishing fire would cast itself upon them, like a hurricane on a seaside town. Raining flames and embers, ashes of the burnt bodies inside. She had escaped, only by seconds. She had found the crawlspace in the attic, in which she decided to jump from the roof into the large pine tree next to her home.
For the tree had not yet been touched by flames. Yelling at her parents, her cries rang out through the smoke-filled air. Her voice cracked, her throat became dry and hoarse. She ran, as fast as she could manage. Her ankle was sprained, she felt the pain but continued forth to spite it. A large apartment looking building appeared to the girl's right.
Not wanting to take any chances with the murderers which had followed her, she ran to the door and pounded continuously until a tired looking man opened the door.
Seeing her luck change, she darted past the man and inside of his home. She darted down the hallway, picking a random room and rushing inside. The man's loud footsteps echoed throughout her head. He knew which room she was in, but why was she so terrified? The question rung through her ears as she shivered in the farthest corner from the door.
The wood barrier swung open, and a young man stepped through, and into the room.
"Excuse me, little girl? I know it's the Purge but you can't just rush into stranger's houses." He let out a hoarse cough and walked up behind her. She squeaked in fear and covered her head.
"Hey, hey, hey. You're fine. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm a professor. Or a doctor, still medical. What happened to you? If you don't mind me asking." He smiled. His eyes were like a warm cup of coffee early in the morning. His smile, like a breath of the fresh air she desperately needed in her lungs. His smile changed. It had begun to turn malicious.
Venom, now changing his words to near blades, cutting at her every limb. She screamed, hoping this was just a dream. The man began to laugh hysterically. His eyes widening as he latched onto her, his firm grip nearly cutting off the blood supply in her right arm. She tried pulling away, but being so small, her strength was nothing compared to his. She screamed making his blood to boil. Her fear made him angry. He hated when his victims screamed. Yet she had come here willingly. Was this so bad?
A stinging sensation on his cheek broke him from his pondering. She had touched him, in a violent manner no less! He would have to punish her. His mouth opened wide, showing his horrid and jagged teeth. She screamed once more. This time, freeing herself from his grip and running back out into the street.
The girl fell to her knees, breathing in the air from the world. Her heart began to beat regularly once again.
A crack in the earth had caught her attention, it had extended itself underneath her, and past her. The fissure began to open. Exposing a scorching pit of molten magma. Her heart jumped, as did she. Running for her life, she had slipped. The crack angrily split towards her. Her body fell, while her hands gripped the road. Her fingers began to blister and bubble. Her feet did as well, only, her skin began to melt off of her. Her fingers began to sting, her eyes filled with tears as she lost her grip on the road and dropped.

Y/n's eyes snapped open. Her breathing was erratic and disheartening. The worried faces of 8 men surrounding her. Namjoon was the first to speak.