Mr.Poet and the Fairy| K.Nj

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2/11/19
You couldn't believe you were actually going to an underground rap performance to watch a guy you don't even know. What you really couldn't believe was the fact that you even agreed to go in the first place. What if this place isn't even what he says it is. Wow, I'm really just going there to get kidnapped. Despite your thoughts, you still act upon going to the show.

You apply some makeup and quickly freshen up. Afterwards, you decide that a pair of thigh high boots and a band t-shirt that reaches your thighs half way would be appropriate concert attire.

Once you grab your purse, you head out the door and to your destination with a huff of air.

"I'm actually doing this—wow." You express to yourself.

You drive to the address Namjoon had texted you and find it to be in—of course—a sketchy place.

"Oh my- nope, nope, and nope." You take out your phone once you've parked alongside the curb of the road and text Namjoon:

Zana
Poet guyyyyyyyy!!!

Mr.Poet🙄
Yes?

Zana
I'm scared😦

Mr.Poet🙄
Why?

Zana
Because this place looks shady!
Now I don't know who you tryna kill
But I asked he chief and he said this
Ain't it😔😭😾👎🖕

Mr.Poet🙄
Are you parked?

Zana
No I'm flying

Mr.Poet🙄
I'll meet you outside

Zana
Ok well hurry your a** up!
I don't wanna be here!

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You decide it would be best if you stay in the car, so you wait impatiently until you see a figure walking through a rusted metal door from an old, dilapidated brick building. You can't see him clearly, with the moonlight as your only source of light, but you assume it's him by his stature.

You exit your car and slam the door behind you. Your impatience soon leads to bubbling frustration as you stomp your feet towards the man:

"Yo, Poet man!" You yell. The man turns to your direction, and as you come closer, you realize that that man isn't Poet man. "Oh—uh—sorry, I thought you were someone else." You notice the man smirk faintly in the darkness.

"I'm no poet man, but I can be your man." He suggests. You grimace at his horrible pickup-line and take a step back.

"Uh—no thanks, I'm good. You can—uh run along now." You express. He chuckles mischievously and steps forward, ultimately, causing you to step back and hit the brick wall. Of course, he takes this as an opportunity to trap you between his arms, and you squeal in shock.

"Come on now princess; let's have some fun together."

You cringe and attempt to shove him away from you, but your strength is no match for his, as he stays in his possessive stance—trapping you.

Your heart rate begins to quicken and you feel a panic wash over you. Suddenly, a thought of kicking this guy where the sun most definitely doesn't shine shot through your mind, but before you could initiate it, it was like he read your mind. He roughly grabs your thighs and lifts your legs while your back is still against the wall, and you flail your body erratically, but he just presses you further against the wall.