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namjoon, killer

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you saw on the news that a serial killer had broken out of a mental asylum and they advised everyone to not go out at and if they do, they should be accompanied by someone. 

this really scared you, you always had walked home late from namjoon's studio by yourself or with namjoon, your boyfriend. 

you felt safe with him, like nothing could touch you if you was with him.

namjoon's studio was a 5 to 10 minute walk from your apartment, so you went their everyday to check up on his day. 

it was the usual night and i spent the day at the studio, when the time came where i had to leave my mind immediately traced back to that news article about the killer on the loose.

"namjoon, could you walk me home today?" you asked.

"sorry baby, i can't, i've got work" he said with his back  facing you.

"it said on the news that there's this killer around, could you pleaseee take me home" you gave him the cutest face ever, but it was pointless since his back was still facing you.  

"y/n, the killer's probably on the other side of the country, plus it's only a 5 minute walk to your house" he sighed, jotting down his ideas quickly while talking to you.

"but namj-"

"y/n, please just let me get on with this, i can feel that this song's gonna be a breakthrough" he cuts you off.

"oh.. sorry" you quietly say.

you leave the studio to be greeted by the silent streets, you look to your left and right to make sure if anyone was there and, like namjoon said, nothing was there.

you thought about what he said, he was probably right, you chuckle at the thought of you being so scared. 

5 minutes later you arrived at your apartment, you twist the keys and unlock the door.

you switch on the lights and plop yourself on the sofa, spreading your legs on the foot rest. you lean over to the table and grab the remote to switch on the tv.

the minute you leaned back into your comfortable position an intense pain landed on the back of your head, your vision started to fade. 

you crash onto the floor leaving you face up, you turn your head slightly and see a dark figure standing above you.

it was the psychotic man from the news, little did you know is that night would be the longest night ever, not to mention the most painful... and your last.

namjoon's pov

i wake up to a pile of papers, i must've passed out last night. 

i stretch my arms and check my phone to see if i had any messages. weird. y/n always messages me when she gets home. 

i remember what i said last night, and how i should've been a bit nicer, so i decide to go to y/n's apartment and apologise.

i unlock her apartment door and walk into the hallway. 

"y/n! where are you?" i shouted. she would normally greet me and shower me with hugs and kisses... something seems off.

i hear the tv playing, i follow the noise and enter the living room, my stomach came out of my body because of the gruesome site.

the sofa had been flipped and there were scratch marks all over the wallpaper. 

in the middle of the chaos was y/n, practically naked with nothing but a few rags on her. she had marks and bruises all over her body and face.

i run over to her, tripping on all of the stuff on the floor, i carefully pick her up in my arms - i could feel the blood as i touched her.

she made a whimper and i immediately started sobbing, she must be in so much pain & i couldn't protect her.

"y/n, it's going to be alright, just h-hang in there ok?" i fish my phone out of my pocket and shakily dial the ambulance.

"they're on their way y/n, just hold on a little bit longer" i say in between my sobs.

i see her hand making it's way to may face, her nails were covered in blood, it caressed my cheek as i sobbed louder.

her mouth opens and i stay quiet with a few sniffs making their way out.

"i l-love y-you" she barely says.

"i love you too y/n, please hang on for me, please" i hold her hand to my cheek, she starts to softly smile.

i feel her hand going limp against my hand and i start to panic. 

"y/n? y/n? please, wake up, i need you" i start lightly shaking her.

her hand falls to the ground and it felt like the whole room went silent. 

that was the night i had lost y/n. 

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