Missing Princess | BTS x Reader

Chapter 2

I mentally curse as I feel my back giving out slightly, beginning to hunch over, causing my feet to falter. I try to straighten up as much as possible for him not to notice but ultimately leads me to trip over my own two feet. I get ready for impact against the pavement, but I feel nothing for more than 5 seconds. I open my eyes to see my face inches away from the ground. I feel arms tighten around my waist, and as one arm loosens it takes the weight of my duffle bag off my shoulder.

I hear the bag rustle as he lifts it onto my shoulder and before I can object he takes his arm that isn't holding my waist and lifts up my legs. He takes me in his arms and starts carrying me bridal style...right. Out. in. Public. Is he crazy?!? Why is he carrying me?!?

I feel my cheeks start to burn as I feel the people around us staring, causing the tips of my ears begin to turn a pinkish-red. I'm glad I'm still wearing my mask to cover it up at least my cheeks.

"What are you doing?!?" I nearly shout at him as my voice rasps slightly frightened from being lifted off the ground suddenly.

"You're obviously hurt so I'll carry you the rest of the way. I don't want you to hurt yourself more than you already have." Namjoon says with a calm but affirmative tone. I could tell just from that he wouldn't let me walk by myself without a long tiring argument, one I definitely didn't feel like having. I sigh out lightly, fully giving up on any chance of trying to convince him already knowing he was going to win.

A light chuckle escapes his lips as we continue our way to have his famous ice tea.

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"We're here!" Namjoon states with a soft smile as he looks at me in his arms. Still in his arms!

"Can you put me down now, then?" I say while looking him straight in the eyes, as he then makes the realization of still holding me. He gives me an apologetic smile before responding.

"Oh, yes! Sorry...," Namjoon replies with a frantic tone as he's quick to lower my legs, letting me finally stand up straight. I only stumble slightly as I steady myself back on my feet.

"Thanks for umm...carrying me," I mumble out quietly which causes his smile to become wider showcasing those dimples on his cheeks again.

"My pleasure, Y-"

"KIM NAMJOON!" A scream echoes from inside the house causing both him and me to freeze in place. I hear him sigh with another apologetic smile.

"Oh, I forgot to mention. Umm...I have 6 roommates." He states as an awkward chuckle trying to ignore the fact that someone sounded as if they wanted to personally scold Namjoon to no end.

"Ahh...no wonder your place is so large," I respond with a small smile as he nods.

"Why...don't you come in. You can put your shoes off to the side when you come inside." He says softly as he opens the door first, and leads me into his home. He gestures his hand out politely towards me when entering. Okay...just encase keep your guard up.

I walk into the house, as I pull the mask down while Namjoon closes the door behind me. My mouth is slightly agape from how much larger it was inside compared to how it looks out there. I turn to the side and carefully remove my worn-out shoes. Although, as I see my socks my body freezes in place.

"Is something wrong?" Namjoon inquires as he sees my statue-like body.

"N-No, just...wore the wrong socks to be at someone's place..." I whisper out although he manages to hear me. He follows where my gaze is locked to and he lets out a small chuckle. I sigh out, staring at the bright red and yellow iron man socks I wore today, obviously not expecting to be going somewhere where I would have to take off my shoes.

"Laugh it up..." I say with another sigh of defeat while Namjoon quickly collects himself.

"S-Sorry," He stutters out with a chuckle as he finally stops laughing, "anyways, how about that ice tea?"

I slightly nod, "that sounds great."

"Alright, I'll go grab some. Feel free to take a seat on the couch or something while I get it." Namjoon says with that dimple smile of his.

"Thanks." I reply back with a small smile making its way onto my face while he heads off to the kitchen, I presume to go get his "famous ice tea." Although he stops all movement as he stares at me.

"Is there something on my face?" I say out loud, feeling my lips to see if there were crumbs or something...no.

"U-Uh nope! I'll go get the tea now!" He replies as he runs off, although I get a quick glimpse at his cheeks to see they're a faint shade of pink.

I just shrug my shoulders and find the couch rather quickly. I timidly sit on the edge of it, still not being cautious. Who knows...this could be a trap. I keep my hands in my lap, my skin crawling with nerves as I wait for Namjoon to come back.

"Hey! Who are f*ck you?!? And what are you doing in the house?!?" I hear a guy with night-black hair that contrasts his porcelain-like skin shout, his eyebrows furrowing at me.

"I- He- Invited-" I stutter our few words as my brain tries to process even a sentence out although it fails.