Realistic BTS Imagines

Kim Namjoon #2 (Karaoke, continuation)

"Making my way downtown, walking fast... Faces pass, and I'm homebound," you and the stranger sang in concert. You rolled your eyes and gripped your microphone tighter, determined to outsing your competitor. In response, they waved and blew you a kiss. Disgusting.

"Bitch, who the fuck do you think you are?" you angrily mouthed off at the audacious person who thought they could send a kiss your way. Did they think that was cute and quirky? No, it was a sin.

"Namjooooooonie," you started, "hold me back," you continued, out of breath, "before I slap this sun of a gun silly." You rolled your fists in an egg beater motion, stepping forward and backward on the balls of your feet. Namjoon avoided eye contact and pretended to be staring intently at the fire extinguisher a few feet away. The rest of the bar fell silent as they looked at you in pity -- they thought you must be having a tough battle with addiction and that this had to be one of your worse days.

Before it could get any more awkward, drunken-on-Sprite Hoseok broke the silence and found his way to the stage. He got into this praying mantis Kung Fu position behind you, yelling that he'd be your reinforcement. A strange round of battle noises was produced by the two of you, while you were waiting for your *aggressor* to make the first move. If Namjoon could miraculously fall into a black hole at that moment, he'd probably politely choose to do so.

Your *aggressor* groaned and called out, "What are you gonna do? You look like you have the upper body strength of a five year-old."

"Well at least I'm not ugly!" you countered, sticking your tongue out tauntingly. Hoseok echoed your words, and the DJ threw his hands up and cheered you guys on in the diss battle, though he was impartial. The lyrics of A Thousand Miles still crossed the screen, but it glowed fire red from the amount of missed words and your score was at -1783.

"Fuck you, I know I'm handsome!" the stranger retorted while kneeing you in the gut. You fell to the floor into a fetal position, mostly because you were drunk and couldn't keep your balance if you tried.

A shout of protest came from Namjoon, as he already was a bit worried for your safety before you went up for your vocal battle. Now, he cursed at himself for not volunteering to go up with you.

You felt like you were fading in and out of consciousness, as all of the objects above you faded from definite shapes to vague colors. "Ow," you pathetically squeaked out.

Hoseok immediately kicked the stranger in the shoulder, knocking them down to your side. Hoseok didn't anticipate needing to do it, but he felt a strange sense of needing to protect you, since Namjoon approved of you (thus you must be special).

When you looked at the stranger, you realized the two of you truly weren't that different. Both pretty pathetic. It almost made you laugh. You couldn't produce any giggles, however, only a stream of tears. What an inappropriate reaction of your body.

"No, fuck you," you heard Namjoon's voice calmly reply from above. He leaned down and slapped the stranger in the face. Not the kind of hit that was too hard, but the kind that stang. It was an odd show of dominance. "You know y/n wasn't going to touch you, you just wanted to bring your aggression out on someone smaller than you." Swiftly, he stood up straightly, turned around, and walked away toward the door. Where was he going? All eyes followed his tall build, as he was pulling the metal door in front of him open.

Nowhere.

A shoe soared from across the room, slapping his pretty, little head.

Just as swiftly as he was ready to leave, Namjoon aggressively grabbed the shoe and flung it at the face of your competition. If your competitor's face wasn't red yet from both the alcohol and the slap, it was red now.

"That's it!" Namjoon yelled while charging at your competition. "Now you're really gonna look ugly."

You groaned and rolled out of the way, too weak to understand or care about what was going on.

Namjoon and the attacker tangled on the floor, throwing pitiful attacks at one another, as both were now feeling the effects of the alcoholic shots course through them. You just saw two puppies playing, which made you smile in a demented way. Hoseok was already back at his table, sipping sprite like it was tea. Half of the crowd dispersed at the door, and the other half were minding their business.

Point-two seconds later you could hear sirens approaching, sending a wave of anxiety up your spine. You shakily got to your feet, while stumbling quickly over to Namjoon in a half limp. You collected him and speed-walked as fast as you could to the back entrance, just getting to put your right leg through before being interrupted.

"It's the police, we got a report of a fight here," a booming voice commanded from across the room. Now even the DJ couldn't help from looking at you accusingly.

Suddenly, you didn't feel so sick any longer. Out the door you and your boyfriend sprinted, stumbling on your new legs like the Bambi you were. The streets were a maze of alleys, and the darkness that eleven thirty-eight PM brought wouldn't have aided the police in their search either.

"So what're we gonna do now?!" you asked Namjoon cheerfully, as if you were on a fun date with him.

He pushed you against the nearest wall and leaned over, whispering "Well what do you want to do?"

You laughed, "Well I didn't think that this is what you had in mind..." You closed your eyes and puckered up, waiting for him to fill the gap.

"It's not. You little perv. Do you really think we have time for that right now? I just wanted to see how drunk you were, and according to my calculations, you're probably hammered," he exclaimed, grabbing your hand while starting to run again.

"What! You're no fun!" you joked as you struggled to keep up, waiting, just waiting, for a miracle like a getaway car to come and let your burning lungs rest from this marathon. You were running for a good fifteen minutes, and you didn't recognize any of your surroundings as your neighborhood. In fact, you were getting further from civilization, if anything. "Namjoon, where are you going?" you asked, looking for guidance.

"Oh," he replied matter-o-factly, "The cops never even followed us out. I just wanted to go on a nature hike." He stopped in his tracks, finally revealing how out of breath he actually was. He was toppled over for a few seconds, but as soon as he looked up, his eyes zoned in on you. Your hair was tousled and clothes a bit disheveled, but you had never been more beautiful. The moonlight bounced off your features perfectly, and your eyes sparkled with playful excitement.

"The hell is wrong with you."

Namjoon smiled, "Get on my back, let's go adventuring."

"Aren't you injured?"

"I don't care, having you with me gives me strength."