Seven Deadly Sins {BTS x Reader}

Chapter 2: {Danger}

{A/N}: Felt like writing a bit so here's another chapter...I may or may not just spontaneously upload chapters now haha

Chapter 2: {Danger}

Your back pressed firmly against the dumpster as your assailant pushed your butt firmly to the ground. You struggled with all your might, writhing frantically in the newcomer's grasp. You refused to believe that even after all you'd endured till now, your end would still come tonight.

"Stop moving!" A voice hissed at you, clearly irritated by your spasming movements.

No way. Another one?!

Your panic-stricken mind screamed at you to escape from the man's grasp, but another instinct within you told you to listen. Whoever this man was, if he had wanted you dead he'd have killed you already- just as your original stalker had slaughtered the other woman without a second thought.

Gradually ceasing your movements, you stared up suspiciously at your assailant. As you thought, the man's body language didn't make him seem like he was going to murder you- although his searing glare seemed to say otherwise.

Glittering, dark-brown eyes stared fiercely into yours, centered evenly on a beautiful, masculine face topped with sky-blue hair. He didn't appear to be older than you by much, as his face seemed to give off a youthful glow which was only accentuated by the paleness of his skin. A black, ninja-like mask covered the lower half of his face, obscuring his mouth, but you guessed that if his eyes contained that much fire then his lips would probably spit just as much- that is, if he had the luxury of speaking above a whisper.

Keeping quiet, you simply glared at the man grumpily, to which he returned. Raising a finger to his lips in a 'quiet' gesture, he slowly removed one hand from your mouth and reached under his shirt, keeping his other hand planted firmly on your shoulder.

A sleek, black barrel glinted in the dim lighting.

A gun.

Your heart pounded in your chest erratically as you took in the heavy-looking barrel fitted with the long silencer, hoping that it wouldn't be trained on you anytime soon.

The blue-haired man shot you a pointed look before gesturing with his gun at the alley ground, in a 'look-over-here' motion. Studying the alley ground briefly with confusion, you turned your eyes back towards the man and gave him a clueless stare. He gave you an exasperated look before gesturing at the same spot once more, this time angling his gun directly at the area he wanted you to see.

Oh.

A tall shadow extended towards the vicinity of the dumpster you were crouched behind. Your stalker had never left. If you had risen to your full height before the blue-haired man had pulled you back down, you would've met a similar end to the corpse lying at your stalker's feet.

Swallowing nervously, you motioned at the gun in the man's hand and mimed shooting it at the shadow before glancing back at his face for any indication of understanding. It seemed that he did, as the man scowled, leaning close to you. Cupping a hand around your right ear, his lips lightly brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered his message softly to you.

"Not mine."

You shivered from the close proximity to the man and recoiled from his touch, eager to get away from his nerve-wracking presence.

What's that supposed to mean?

Before you had time to try and unscramble that cryptic phrase, multiple footsteps echoed down the alley as more figures appeared at the entrance of the passage. "Hello there!" An oddly cheerful voice exclaimed.