bangtan one shots

the night is dark and full of terrors ⇒ kim namjoon

#14. "i am going to my bed." "that's the bathroom."

#15. "i would have stayed if you asked."

a/n: i understand that the title of this one shot is a reference to game of thrones, i am i fan. but it have no correlation to the one shot. the title itself fits, as the reader gets scared after watching a horror movie. so yeah, this does not have to do with game of thrones (nam-jon snow) at all whatsoever...

when namjoon suggested to watch a movie on a lovely friday night, you did not expect him to want to watch a horror movie. in fact, you thought maybe he wanted to watch an action or comedy movie, even a drama or something. that last thing you would have thought of was a horror movie.

namjoon showed up to your apartment with drinks and snacks in one plastic bag and something with a rectangular shape in the other. "i brought snacks." he said, holding up the bag.

you grinned, taking the bag from him and walking into your kitchen. "hell yeah!"

you put snacks into bowls and drinks into cups as namjoon placed the dvd disk into your dvd player. from the kitchen, you asked, "so what movie did you pick? star wars? black panther? miracle in cell no. 7?"

"nope."

you had to make a couple trips from the kitchen to the living room in order to bring all the snacks and drinks over. "then, what movie?"

namjoon smiled innocently, the dvd player remote in his hand. you watched the screen, just as the movie title screen appeared. color drained from your face in an instant, and you automatically went to slap namjoon's shoulder. "kim namjoon! you know i hate horror movies."

namjoon laughed and turned to you. "but it just came out. i couldn't help it."

you glared at him. namjoon laughed, relaxing against the back of the couch. "if you get scared, i'm always here for you."

you blushed and pouted as you grabbed a bowl of popcorn and brought your knees up to your chest. namjoon's words made your heart beat rapidly. such a simple statement, something that most likely meant nothing to namjoon, as in he said it because he was your best friend, but it mattered a lot to you. you see, you had a tinsy-winsy crush on namjoon. perhaps not so tinsy-winsy, that was simply what you told yourself because you were slightly embarrassed of your crush.

you set down the bowl of popcorn between your body and namjoon's. he was already in slightly comfy attire, but he was only here for the movie, so he was still dressed to go out. you, on the other hand, were already dressed in your pajamas. sweatpants and some random t-shirt you found in the bottom of your drawer. you grabbed the blanket that was messily folded behind you and threw it over your body. you could already feel the anxiety coursing through your veins as namjoon pressed the play button, beginning the horror movie.

you never liked horror movies in general. sure, many would call your a chicken or a scaredy cat, but that didn't matter to you. however, you were still mad at namjoon. he knew, he fucking knew you loathed horror movies because you could easily be scared. it didn't matter if you knew that those monsters and things didn't actually exist, or if those psychopaths and serial killers didn't actually lurk in the shadows waiting for a victim, you still were scared.

as the movie progressed, you found yourself engrossed in the plot line. event by event, secret by secret, the plot continued to thicken. so did the horror however. gradually you would sink into the couch and tug your blanket up to your chin. you knew they were going to go down into the basement, you knew it because it happened in every single movie. however, you did not expect an ugly, bloodied, ax-wielding man to come out of the shadows screaming at the top of his lungs. you squealed loudly, causing namjoon to chuckle lightly next to you. sure, he was slightly scared, but he knew that it was all fiction.