The Rebellion (BTS Rap Line x Reader)

Chapter 36 - Act

"I'm sure you look beautiful," you teased over your shoulder.

"Shut up."

Namjoon finished dressing, giving you permission to turn around. You bit back your laugh. The intimidating captain of the emperor's guards was now transformed into an awkward, muscular hostess. His red robe barely stretched across his shoulders, the length brushing his rough ankles. He scrunched his nose as he put on the veil.

"If we live," he said, "never speak of this again."

You stepped forward and straightened out his robes, not saying a word as you made him more presentable. Your mind flashed back to when Yoongi had done the same for you, the thought weighing on you.

Namjoon grabbed your hands, his eyes searching yours. You spoke before he had the chance to.

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

He shrugged. "Eh. I've been in worse situations."

"No. I mean for not trusting you."

He pressed his lips together in an innocent smile. "Don't apologize yet. Live through this to tell me properly."

He leaned over and picked up Shownu's sword, handing Hoseok's bloodied dagger back to you. You gripped the handle and nodded, squeezing his hand as you both approached the door.

You both walked as calmly as you could through the prison grounds. Eyes followed you, and some lingered long. No doubt that Namjoon was bringing the attention, since he was rather tall and it was hard to hide his strong shoulders.

"Where are you going?" a voice asked behind you.

Three hostesses stopped you, decorated in the finest robes. They had no expressions behind their veils.

"The hall is this way," the tallest said. "Come with us."

The tallest led the way while the others waited for you to follow. You glanced at Namjoon for a suggestion, but then noticed the guards around you. There were at least six at the front gate, and gaining their attention would set the whole camp on alert.

You couldn't bring attention to yourselves. Not yet.

You nodded to Namjoon to follow. You could tell by the flicker in his eyes that he wasn't happy about it, but he complied all the same.

The hostesses led the way to the hall, which somehow hadn't burnt to the ground. It didn't look as lavish as it had when you peeked in the window a few nights before, but the men were just as drunk and the women just as affectionate. You swallowed your heartbeat, mentally preparing to continue your act. Acting like a whore with Namjoon wasn't a problem. You knew he would protect you. The others, however, wouldn't offer the same courtesy.

You walked in, the stench of alcohol overpowering your senses. There were eight men and six hostesses. Eight windows. Two doors.

The men glanced in your direction, and your heart stopped as their eyes stopped at Namjoon. They were quickly distracted, however, by more alcohol.

The girls behind you ushered you in and walked towards the drunkards, taking their places in their laps. You and Namjoon went for the drinks, handing them to the men as they were distracted with their current company.

"If I believed in a god, I'd say he was on our side!" one of them drunkenly yelled as the other cheered in agreement.

"Who will be the new captain?" another asked.

"Who cares? Can't be worse than Kim. The dog gave me thirty lashes for having some fun with the locals. Harmless! They only faked pain to make him feel sorry for them. Didn't even believe my side of the story. I tell you, he can burn for all I care."