Pairing: RM x reader, OT7 x reader
Warnings: kidnapping, mentions of rape, mentions of violence
Word count: 974 it’s a little short, I’m sorry
Namjoon’s eyes scanned you up and down as soon as you entered the room, greeting all the men inside. You couldn’t help but like the attention his eyes were giving to you. It had been so long since you felt pretty or sexy, so having Namjoon basically undressing you with his eyes was a boost of confidence.
“Yah, you look stunning” Jungkook stated grabbing your hand and twirling you. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes, thank you. The bed is so comfy” you hugged yourself, smiling. “Thank you, everyone. For everything” you said, looking to all of them before stopping your gaze at the boss, bowing your head.
“We’re just doing what we do to every other BTS member” J-hope hugged your shoulder, a bright smile on his lips. “So, Y/N, I know you just woke up and stuff but we have a few business stuff to talk about with you. Do you mind?”
“Not at all” you smiled at the man, that returned the gesture, motioning to the big velvet chair in front of Namjoon.
You passed your hands in the back of your dress before sitting, crossing your legs and resting your elbows on the table in front of you, laying your chin in the palm of your hands and locking your gaze with the man once again.
A moment of silence hovered over the room, everyone waiting for the leader to speak. But the man was too lost in his thoughts to realize. His mind wandered between you and your personality. He always heard about the relentless, merciless and silent assassin called Blood Princess, the one who killed many of his men with bare hands. He heard about your ability with everything sharp, especially knives, switchblades, and katanas. About how nobody ever remembered your face because sometimes your victims didn’t see their death coming so quietly out of the dark.
But, now, there you were, sitting in front of him, looking like the most adorable human being, the sweetest girl he ever laid eyes on. The duality of you made his head hurt and, more than that, his heart to beat faster. You were too beautiful for his own good.
“Hm… Boss…” Jin spoke, his hand hitting Namjoon’s back, making the man jump and hold the friend’s arm, putting him to the ground. “Yah! What the heck was that for?” the leader left the man’s arm, running his hand through his messy hair.
“I’m sorry. I zoned out”.
“Don’t tell me?” Yoongi joked, an eyebrow cocked at the man and a cocky smirk on his lips. He knew he was right and Namjoon hated when Yoongi was right, he would spit it on his face for the rest of his life. “Do you need help?” he asked, the smirk still on his face. The leader threw a glare at the member.
“Call me Y/N” you cut him, biting your lower lip. “I-I don’t like being called Choi. I don’t remember my real family name but I’m not a Choi” you said, looking at your hands on your lap.
“I’m sorry, Y/N” he seemed guilty and was internally wanting to kill himself. Second time in two days that he hurts you. You nodded your head. “So, Y/N, I want you to tell me everything you know. Even if it’s just a little, we need to know anything”.
“As I said in the warehouse, Papa barely spoke anything with me, I was just an object to him” you felt your throat get dry and soon Jimin and Jungkook were by your side. You smiled at them, a silent way to thank. “I’ve listened to a few things here and there, not much, but enough to know he’s planning to deal with Kwon Dae-Ho this weekend at the Pink Lotus Club in Gangnam” they all gathered closer to you. “He wants to break all alliances you guys have. As you know, he has a deal with Ryuji Ito’s company in Japan and he will try to give a percentage of his profits to Dae-Ho”.
Namjoon stood from his chair, his hands running through his hair, a mania you noticed he had anytime he was nervous or thinking. Taehyung went straight to the shelves behind the boss’ table and grabbing a Cuban, lighting it up and giving to the man. He swallowed the smoke, holding a little, before letting the gray cloud fly through the room. Your eyes were fixated on his plump lips wrapped around the cigar and your mind wandered to dangerous and forbidden places.
Jungkook notice your mouth starting to open slightly and hit you, giving you a warning look. Was you that obvious?
“Do you think we ambush Papa and his men at Pink Lotus?” Namjoon asked, his tall figure now by your side. He seemed like a mafia leader at that moment, a Cuban cigar on his right hand, a glass of scotch on his left. He seemed intimidating standing so tall by your side, yet you saw yourself getting flustered by his closeness to you.
He looked down at you and drank desperately the strong and bitter drink, almost choking at the sight of you. Your head tilted up, peeking him through your batting eyelashes. The innocence in your eyes was too hurtful for him to handle, your face right in front of his pants. He was losing his mind. And, to be honest, he wasn’t giving a single fuck about it.
You took a boost of confidence, getting on your feet and grabbing his cigar. You looked over him and put the object in your lips, swallowing the smoke. You let the cloud out slowly past your lips.
“Say it and I’ll do it”.
“I like her” Taehyung spoke, a smirk on his lips.
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