Seokjin POV
I wake up in a dark place. I blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to adjust.
"Oh thank god you're awake baby!" Namjoon cries.
"W-What happened?" I ask.
"W-We were all walking to the beach, when these men grabbed us. They killed security, and brought us here." He wipes his eyes. "You hit your head pretty hard, and I didn't think you'd wake up."
"Where are the others." I sit up, and groan at the pain in my head.
"I-I don't know Jin. They were placed in separate cells." He says. All of the sudden, four men burst into the room.
"We need Seokjin." They say. Namjoon stands in front of me, glaring daggers at the men.
"You'll get him over my dead body." He growls.
"So be it." One of them pull out a knife.
"No, don't hurt him!" I cry. "Joonie, Stop!"
"Give us Seokjin, and you won't be harmed." They say. I take a step toward them.
"Seokjin, don't!" Namjoon tries grabbing into me, but the men pull me away.
"It'll be okay Joonie." I wipe my eyes.
"Don't take him away from me!" Namjoon shouts. The men loosen their grip on my arms, and I run to Namjoon. I pull him into a kiss, our tears mixing together.
"It's gonna be okay Namjoon." I sniffle.
"Don't leave me." He whimpers. The men grab my arm, and drag me away.
"What do you want from me?!" I shout. They force me onto a metal table, and tie my arms and legs down.
One of them grab a scalpel, and place the blade on my chest. He drags the blade across my skin, blood spilling onto my arms.
Namjoon POV
I hear a scream, that snaps me out of my daydream.
"Seokjin!" My baby is being tortured in there! I start kicking at the door, trying to get it to break. "Baby, it's gonna be okay!"
I sink to the floor, sobbing. "I'm gonna get you out of there."
"Psst! Namjoon!" My head snaps up at the voice.
"J-Jimin?" He sticks his head through the door.
"I'm gonna get you out of here hyung." He says.
"B-But Jin!" I wipe my eyes.
"Tae and Kook are getting him now. You have to hurry!" He takes my hand and drags me to my feet. We sprint out of the room, and down multiple hallways, trying to avoid the people that work here. We finally make it outside, and I search for Seokjin.
"Where is he?! Where's Seokjin?!" I ask.
"He's either at the hospital, or still inside with Tae and Kook." Jimin pulls out a phone, and calls someone.
"Did you get him?!" Jimin asks. "You're still inside? Namjoon and I are waiting!"
Taehyung is the first one to come outside, followed by Jungkook. We run for a bit, before I notice what's on Kook's back. It's a bloody Seokjin.
"Oh god, baby!" I take Seokjin from Jungkook, and lie him on the ground. "H-He's losing a lot of blood."
I grab his shirt and rip it, tying it around the wounds to stop the bleeding. His eyes slowly open.
"Na-Namjoon?" His breathing is heavy. "It hurts Joonie."
"I know it does honey." I cry. "You're gonna be okay."
"I.....I love you....Joonie." His breathing stops.
"Jimin, he's not breathing!" I almost scream. Paramedics rush over to us, and place Seokjin on a gurney. One of them allows me to get into the ambulance next to him.
*Time Skip*
I sit on a chair, next to my boyfriend's hospital bed. I gently run my thumb across his knuckles, hoping that he'd wake up soon. It's already been 5 months.
"Na-Namjoon." I look over at Seokjin. His eyes are open, and he's staring up at me.
I press the button to summon the doctor. "You've been in a coma for 5 months."
"5 months?" He asks.
"Th-That night...when I almost lost you..." I stifle a sob. "It was like a nightmare come true."
"It's over now." He wipes a tear from my face.
The doctor comes in and does a quick checkup before leaving us alone.
"Everyone's been so worried about you. We managed to get out with minor injuries, but you almost died. You stopped breathing." I cry.
"It's okay Joonie. Look, I'm right here. I'm alive, and that's all that matters." He says.
"I love you so much Jinnie." I lean down and press my lips to his forehead.
"I love you too Joonie."
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Namjin Oneshots
FanfictionThere aren't enough Namjin oneshots, so I decided to make some myself. I will take requests, but I refuse to write smut.