BTS Oneshots

Namjoon // Till I die.

This is a request for Lilunicornme - I hope you all enjoy.

Your head pounded as the sun began to set. You remembered the first time you got the headache that was all to similar to this, it was almost as if someone was trying to poke your brain through your skull. 

When it first happened, you took painkillers and went to bed, huddled into the side of Namjoon as he slept peacefully.

Three months, several doctors visits, and a visit to your friend who claimed she could speak to spirits later, and the headache was still there.

"It's a demon." Your friend hummed quietly as you knelt over a small desk, hands clasped between hers with no escape. "Every night time, you get possessed by this demon. It won't go until it has gotten what it wanted."

"There's no such things." You sighed. "I told you this years ago when you claimed someone was haunting me."

"Your narrow mind doesn't allow you to believe that there is something out there like this." She had sighed, meeting your eyes. "I can't help you until you open up your mind. Please leave before you dirty my house with your demon."

You hadn't seen her since then, she was clearly crazy-

You paused in thought, holding your head with a slightly heavier breath as the world seemed to turn black.

When you came to, you were stood in your shared room with your boyfriend, watching as he slept peacefully.

"I'll just head to bed..." You muttered softly, you willed yourself to walk to your bed and realised your legs weren't moving. Suddenly you were all too aware of the cold metal in your hand and you looked down, seeing the black metal of a gun.

Your body started moving of it's own accord towards Namjoon. Your eyes widened slightly as you tried fighting from the power controlling your body. Hearing the thoughts that wished to become actions.

"N-" You tried to speak but got cut off, your mouth forcing itself shut. You felt your heart rate speed up and you felt the panic rise. 

Your hand steadily lifted itself, aiming the gun at the man as you hovered above him. You felt the warm tears stream down your face. You didn't even raise a hand to wipe the tears off your face. You watched as they dropped down onto Namjoon's shirt and you saw him stir slightly.

"Y/N?" His eyes were still closed, and his voice was full of sleep.

"I-" You choked out before your mouth shut again. Your hands shook as you took the safety off the gun, your hands guiding the gun to his chest. His eyes flew open. 

"Y-N! What are you doing?!" He cried out, panic filling his eyes.

"S-Sorry." You squeaked, lips trembling, tears rolling down your cheeks and the gunshot rang through your home.

"Y/N!" Namjoon yelled, eyes wide as the gun dropped to the floor, your eyes holding his briefly before the shock wore out and you felt the pain in your stomach. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and laid you down, his hands putting pressure on the wound. "W-Why would you do that?" Tears filled his eyes, and the agony of your wound in your stomach disappeared, being replaced by an ache in your heart at the sight of him crying.

"I-" You coughed slightly, wincing. Your breathing was labored. "You won't believe me. But I was possessed." 

"Y-You were what?"

"My friend told me... but by... time that I realised, it was too late." You whispered, eyes glued to the ceiling as you heard him ring for an ambulance. "Namjoon..."

"Yes?" He lent over you, his face coming into your slightly blurred vision. 

"I love you... I never wanted to hurt you..." You whispered.

"I love you too, don't close your eyes." Namjoon's hand slipped off the wound slightly due to the amount of blood coming from it. "Promise me you won't close your eyes. The ambulance will be here soon-"

"I'm sorry Joon..." You weakly reached up and caressed his cheek as everything faded out of your sight and nothing registered anymore.

You couldn't hear the yelling of Namjoon as he sobbed your name again and again to get you to respond, you couldn't hear him yelling for you to wake up. 

Namjoon cradled your body close, putting pressure on the wound that barely bled anymore as the ambulance crew ran in. 

He knelt there sobbing as they pried you from his grasp, and treated you. Glum looks traded between them all.

"D-Don't leave... please..." He whimpered softly, watching as they lifted your body onto a stretcher and carried you from the room. One of the paramedics guiding you after them and to the ambulance.