Kill For Me || BTS

36

AN: please don't kill me after reading this chapter.

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As you quickly fell into the dark abyss that lay under your body, there are a number of thoughts rushing through your head.

First thought:
What the fuck?

Second thought:
Why the fuck?

And last, but certainly not least:
How the fuck?

All thoughts are, of course, of relevance in this current situation.

You can vaguely hear the high pitched shrieks of what you presume to be Jung Hoseok by a distant blur of movement which mildly resemble frantically waving arms. And you can also hear what seems to be-
Min Yoongi? Screaming like a girl somewhere underneath you.

"We're going to die-" you hear Jungkook's voice wail, and as gravity pulls you down you can't even gather up your thoughts until-

"oOOF-" you exhale, body thudding onto a relatively softer surface underneath you.
This surprised you, because you had expected all your bones to shatter on top of hard, concrete floo-

 A muffled groan from underneath you distracts your attention from the confusion filled fervor of this situation. You lay there for a good 5 seconds before jumping to your feet in shock in the darkness. Below you lies a disgruntled Kim Namjoon, looking as if all air has left his lungs, his cheeks puffed out in a ridiculous way that makes him look similar to a pufferfish. 

No wonder the landing was softer than you expected. 

Poor Namjoon looks like he's about to hu-

A knife flying out of nowhere nearly impales you in the head and you barely dodge the attack as a strand of hair is cut off. 

With a violent twang, the knife embeds itself into the wall behind you, and you can hear the other members in the gloomy darkness around you leap to their feet in defensive stances. 

As if on cue, everyone moves, backs to one another in a defensive circle. 

"What happened?" Jimin says darkly, eyes narrowed and bristling at any other movement that can be seen in the darkness. Taehyung is beside him, hand slowly retreating to his belt and wielding a weapon. 

"We ran into a trap room. Floor gave way. BIGHIT was expecting this." The last words are spit out bitterly by Yoongi. 

"Great leadership skills, by the way, Namjoon," Jin says spitefully, giving the leader in question a harsh glare. 

"-leading us right into a trap room." 

Namjoon, standing beside you, doesn't respond. His eyes are too transfixed in something in front of him to say anything. He suddenly lashes out, deflecting a dart that had come out of nowhere. 

To your left, you see Jaebum. His gaze is worried, and you can tell he's nervous by the way he nibbles on his lower lip. 

"I have a bad feeling about this," Jaebum mumbles, and he gives you an anxious glance. 

Silence approaches, and no one speaks as Namjoon holds up a hand. You stare in the darkness in front of you, eyes straining to make out any movement. Your fingers tighten around the handle of another dagger placed in your right pocket. You feel something on top of your hand, touching it gently, and you turn your head slightly to see Namjoon's hand there. 

He inclines his head slightly towards your direction, his eyes still transfixed on whatever is in front of him. 

"Whatever happens next, Y/N, I need you to trust me." His lips barely move and his voice is something that only you can hear. You can feel his breath on the back of your neck, but you don't show any reaction.