A collection of BTS imagines and preferences all written by me!
I don't take requests (at least at the moment), but you can certainly leave ideas or scenarios you'd like to see as a comment and I might use it!
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*some imagines ma...
A/N: All right, so the competition was tough between Namjoon and Jungkook for who would get this imagine, so I let my Instagram followers vote and they chose Namjoon! (Follow me on Instagram if you haven't already, link in my bio). I said I would only do one, but...Jungkook was extremely close, so I may do his as well. However, I'm not promising anything, but I do enjoy writing these type of AUs and so I'll write whenever inspiration strikes.
Also, a quick content warning on this one mainly for explicit language and violence. Probably obvious, but if that's something that may bother you, feel free to skip this one.
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"Shit, she's bleeding out," someone said from a few feet away.
"What? Who?"
"I don't know some random lady."
You moaned in pain as a pair of boots approached you and eventually, you could make out the fuzzy face of someone crouching over you. You couldn't tell where the pain was coming from, only that you felt it rippling through your body
"Fuck, Namjoon doesn't like when innocent people get hurt. We've gotta take her back with us."
"What? Isn't that just part of it? Innocent people get caught up in this shit all the time."
"Not the way Namjoon does it, come on, come grab her legs."
As one of the men looped his arms underneath your armpits, you felt one final jolt of pain that felt like it was ripping your body apart before everything went black.
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"Is she going to live?" one of the men who'd brought you back asked.
"Yes, barely," Namjoon said, his face firm and his voice steadier than normal. "You're sure it wasn't one of your bullets?"
"All of our bullets were accounted for, sir."
Namjoon nodded. "If I find out either of you are lying, you know the consequences?"
Both men nodded in understanding.
The doctor emerged from the room where you were. "She's waking up, sir. I'll leave the rest to you. Call me if she starts showing any concerning signs."
Namjoon nodded and waved the doctor off and entered your room.
If it weren't for the drab gray appearance of the room, it would've looked like you were in a normal hospital room. An IV in your arm and white sheets pulled up to your chin. Your eyes were still closed, but your heart monitor was beginning to slowly pick up from it's near flat line when you'd arrived.
He pulled a stool from the corner of the room and sat next to your watching as your chest moved slowly up and down. The doctor had extracted the bullet and cleaned the blood from your skin and clothes. Your bloody jeans and sweatshirt had been washed and were folded on a table in the corner of the room. Your hair was still dirty, but the blood washed from its tips.
