The 7

Ballrooms

"How longs is he gonna take?" The repetitive patting of shoes knocked at the temple of your head. You couldn't see your surroundings as you were restricted from sight with a blindfold and barred from movement as your hands were tied behind the chair you had been seated on. "He knows we have her, he knows what I want, he knows where I am. So WHY is he TAKING so LONG?" The loud crash of the glass added itself to the monophonic rhythm of the man's impatient pacing. You tried not to but you couldn't help but flinch a little as the smash ricochet in the air.

You held still. Catching yourself mid-flinch. 

In vain, as figures gripped your hair and pulling you close so that you could feel the warm violent of the man who was now holding you captive. 

"Is Babygirl awake?" He said in a mocking tone. You bit your tongue. You hated it when people called you that- apart from Namjoon. Obviously. 

But you also knew all too well this kind of behaviour so you knew it best not to satisfy him with a response. Plainly he didn't like that, aggressively pushing your head away, sending your brain hurtling into another dimension. 

"Don't worry Seung-Hyun he will be here soon" 

"DA-" You couldn't help it. You just said it. You couldn't believe it, that was your father's voice. But how! Namjoon promised that he would never trouble you again. 

"SHUT IT" He shouted pushing the chair you were sitting on. You body cascading down to the floor- weak and already quite battered. As you hit the floor you felt your bones crush- pain soon overtaking your body- you didn't think you had broken anything but the pain was immense. 

"WHEN IS HE GONNA GET HERE" The man that you could now assume was Seung-Hyun, shout again. You had no idea who he was but if his father was working with him you could only assume that this was the business playing on Namjoons mind. Although, you thought that this had been taken care of that day at the restaurant. ~Surley, the others had blood on them when they came out~ 

"He has 1 minute left till I end this completely" Sinister would be an understatement for the tone Seung-Hyun had slathered on his tongue and in the click of the cocking of his pistol. As your faint breath hit the floor the last bit of strength and hope slip away and condense onto the floor.

~Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Please Namjoon. For the love of God if ever I've needed you now is the time to make a heroic entrance...~

"Namjoon" You breathed. A tear falling from under you blindfold. 

"40 seconds" Seung-Hyun hissed his pacing now coming in your direction. 

"Namjoon. Please for the love of the Empress please" You whispered to the floor. Hoping the Star would somehow carry your whisper to him. 

"Now, now babygirl. Your Knight in shining armour isn't coming to save you." Seung-Hyun said turning you over and pulling you up by the throat so that you were once again close to him to hear his foreboding whispers. 

"30 Seconds" Your father updated. You felt him smirk. 

"You know what they call me Babygirl?" He paused for effect. "The Devil-"

"No, they don't" ~If I was ever happy to hear one of you sarcastic jokes Yoongi I would be pissing myself laughing~ 

"Ah, Gentlemen. You decided to show" Seung-Hyun said throwing you back down to the ground. 

"Cut the crap." ~Thats Jimin~ 

"May I remind you who has the girl" 

"The girl has a name. Use it" ~NAMJOON!~

"Yes 'Dead' if you don't give me what I want"  

"And you're not getting it" ~What the hell Namjoon!~ 

"Then it looks like Babygirls gonna get in between the eyes" You could feel him rais the gun your direction. The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as his fingers moulded around the gun. The slight pressure on the trigger. 

CRASH. 

The sound of a body hurtling through the air and colliding with a wall cut the tension and replaced it with heat and rage.

"NO ONE. NO ONE CALLS MY GIRL- BABY GIRL BUT ME" ~Fuck me I love you Namjoon~ 

"Ha. And what are you gonna do about that? Asshole." Seung-Hyun panted his body slumping to the floor. 

"Y/n" You felt Taehyung help you up to your feet and remove your blindfold, huddling you to the back wall. As the light poured in you could now see the large ballroom you were in. Intricately chiselled marble sculptures of cupids, angels, gods and goddesses danced around the edge of the ceiling. Only to border an even more breathtaking ceiling painting of the last judgment that crept through the skin with is beauty and intensity. The walls were adorned with more paintings and statues: The birth of Venus, The wedding at Cana, The Fall of the rebel angels, The deposition, The statue of David. 

Pouring over the room, you were soon pulled back to the sight of Seung-Hyun Kneeling of the ground as Namjoon and the others stood opposing him. There was a solid wooden table in the centre of the room. Your father sitting smug with a bottle in his left hand. 

"Huh! What you gonna do about it Namjoon!" Seung-Hyun shouted again as he staggered to his feet. Namjoon staid silent.

"What is he talking about?" You whispered to Taehyung. 

"That man, Seung-Hyun. Your father went to him after you left and asked him to kill you."

"Wh-" You couldn't fathom the words quick enough. 

"I don't really know what happened in between- Namjoon will never talk about it- But eventually Namjoon killed the previous leader of- what is now his gang- and now he wants Namjoon to repay him with his. well, er- Life" You eyes winded. 

"WHAT?!" All dizziness stopped and you felt your adrenalin kick in. The room's air stood still muggy and thick. Suffocating your lungs. The tsunami that was your anxiety and adrenalin crashing inside of your stomach. You looked back to Namjoon who was now looking at the ground and the rest of the members, also look down at the ground- too ashamed to meet your gaze. 

"Let go of me." You pulled away from Taehyung and marched up to Namjoon standing in front of him. "What the FUCK!" You looked around again. "What the hell has been going on! Why can't anybody tell me what happened that night!" No one answered. "Someone! For the love of the High Priestess!" 

"Y/-" Hoseok was about to say something when Namjoon raised his hand to silence him. 

"y/n" His voice quivering slightly. "What happened that night doesn't matter." He paused and pressed his lips shut. 

"Joon-" 

"No. Y/n. Don't make this harder than this already is."

"Bu-" 

"I have caused you enough pain. I did my best but I was a coward and couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. But now I can finally keep you safe."

"I'm sorry. Y/n"

"Joon-" Before you could say anything he pushed past you and slowly walked away from you towards Seung-Hyun.

You looked around and the others. None of them daring to watch what was about to happen. 

He knelt. He didn't try to stop him. He saved you.