Collision || OT7

♤ One ♤

The air was always crisp in the early hours of the morning, something Namjoon loved about the magic that came with being awake at four am. The streets were practically deserted as it was mid-week, just a few straggling university students going home after finishing a last minute paper.

Namjoon was among them, the satisfaction of pressing the submit of his latest paper had significantly improved his mood. So, rather than rush home to a messy room and ramen stained sheets, he decided to go for a stroll.

Luckily for him the sky was clear, no chance of rain and more importantly a canvas of stars that was just for his pleasure. The scenic route happened to be one that involved the cute little park on the corner a couple streets down from his apartment.

It was one of Namjoon's favourite places to read, however, in the night it wasn't holding the same appeal. The trees seemed to be looming over the path, the twigs looking like hands in his redbull fueled vision and Namjoon tried to brush off the feeling that someone was following him.

He tried to use math to comfort himself, after all the chances of someone like him being kidnapped were 0.12% and that was only if he happened to be unlucky enough to catch someone's eye. To be frank, Namjoon always felt as if he had nothing to fear.

He came from an average family, had never handled any drug and had below average looks in his opinion and as much as he hated to admit it, as a male he was significantly more safer. Despite this the feeling that someone was following him wouldn't stop and to be honest he was a little scared.

When he had exited the park he let out a slow breath that he hadn't even realised he was holding. Namjoon decided it would be best if he cut his stroll short, picking up his pace a little as he got closer to his apartment, unable to shake off the feeling of eyes on his back.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he reached his road, his apartment was finally in sight. Just as he reached his block of flats a pair of hands grabbed him from behind.

The scream was trapped in throat as bag was shoved over his head and hands covered his mouth. Namjoon tried to struggle but it seemed the bag was soaked in some kind of chemical because he found the darkness clawing at him no matter how hard to fight it off. It probably didn't even take a minute before his body went slack and darkness drowned him.