Kill For Me || BTS

31

Bang PD watched as Namjoon carried your unconscious, limp body through the hall, blood leaking out of a slash down your side. Your eyes were closed, sleeping because of the drug Namjoon had inserted into your system.

PD clapped his hands as the leader stopped in front of him with a bow.

"I've done as you said. A wound, from your knife, inflicted on her from me." Namjoon said coldly but obediently, dipping his head.

"Ah! I didn't think you would actually do it, Namjoon." PD chuckled, but he looked at the leader with pride.

The founder walked closer to your face, scrutinizing your sleeping featured with somewhat of a fondness.
"My daughter has grown up well, hasn't she? Beautiful. So beautiful. Just like her mother," Bang PD said, smiling at Namjoon.

Namjoon felt his stomach turn at the sick way PD looked at you. It looked psychopathic, unnatural, even though all he had did was look at his daughter.
The leader nodded.
"Yes. She has," Namjoon said, fondly.

Bang PD laughed at Namjoon's expression as he looked down at you.

"I wonder..." PD muttered, a sick grin on his face as he brushed his hand against your cheek. His fingers tucked a single strand of hair behind your ear.

He stopped as you stirred suddenly, letting out an uncomfortable mumble before shifting in Namjoon's arms. The leader shifted his attention to you, flexing his arms as he brought you closer.
You squirmed around, restless and Namjoon leaned down.
"Don't worry baby, I'm here," Namjoon said softly and your features immediately softened at his voice.

Bang PD smirked.
"She really is loyal to you, even when unconscious. You are something Namjoon, to be able to make her like this towards someone. You know what you have to do. You have stated your loyalty. Now prove it even more. "

"Yes sir. All according to plan."

**
Your eyes fluttered open slowly to find yourself in an empty room.
The floor was a polished marble, the walls a solid black color with no doors or entrances to be found. The only thing in the room was a huge mirror which led to another setup exactly the same to yours.
You jumped up cautiously, sticking your hands into your pockets.

The small outline of the death bomb was still there. The rest of your weapons had been taken off of you, but you silently thanked Jaebum's sophisticated craftsmanship.

An opening suddenly appeared and you turned around to see Namjoon standing there, a grim expression on his face.
"Namjoon?" You called out, walking towards him before wincing.

A sudden pain on your side caused you to lift up the large shirt you were dressed with, revealing a long cut that looked recent.
Namjoon continued to stare at you, biting his lip regretfully.
"I'm sorry," He whispered and you widened your eyes.

"You.. you did this to me?"
You took his silence as a yes and you backed away from the man, pressing your body against the wall.

"W-why?" Your eyes widened in fear and Namjoon didn't move.
His eyes traveled down to your face and then to the scratch. "I told you.. I had to do bad things to prove my loyalty, right? I.. I," Namjoon gulped, his adam's apple bobbing.

You let your fingers trail over the skin surrounding your wound softly, getting an idea of the extent of it.
The cut was long, but shallow. Something that would heal quickly. You noted Namjoon's intelligence once more.

A loud thud from the other room from the other side of the window made you jump.
"What is this place? Why am I here, where's Jin, Taehyung, the rest of BTS?"