Loved It Allll

Loved it allll✨

Such a shock that it was Jungkook-🙃

Like I literally shuffled in my bed to make sure I was seeing it right but well done!

More than my life.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of killing, blood, torture, kidnapping.

Has a happy ending though, so stick by hopefully (?)

Pairing: Mafia! Park Jimin x female reader

“It would hurt a lot less if you simply told me where he’s hiding.” The masked man in front of you stated calmly, punctuating the sentence with another blow to your gut.

Tears streamed down your face as you coughed up blood. “Please,” you gasped, “I haven’t talked to him. I’m telling you the truth, please”

“I don’t believe you.” The tone was cold and unempathetic. Your heart beat frantically in your chest, you were on the verge of a panic attack, and only the adrenaline shooting through your systems was holding you onto the last strand of sanity you owned.

This strange man had forcefully dragged you here, after kidnapping you from your workplace as you were heading out. He had stuffed you into his car and drove you out to this abandoned shed in the middle of nowhere, and demanded the whereabouts of your ex boyfriend, Park Jimin.

The truth was, you had broken up with Jimin a month ago because you had discovered his hidden lineage in the strongest mafia in South Korea. You had stumbled into a room where he kept his guns and other ammunitions, and had almost scared yourself shitless. Immediately you had confronted him, and he had come clean eventually. But that lifestyle was something you were absolutely not going to dabble in. Jimin had begged you to stay, but at the end both of you had realized it was best if you walked away. You had ended on good terms, though heartbroken in your own places. And you hadn’t spoken to him since. In fact he had disappeared from your life as if he had never existed.

Apparently your captor wasn’t aware of the change in your relationship status.

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This was such a nice read! It was amazing, and belated Eid Mubarak✨✨💜

Bts Reaction: Ramadan Edition

BTS and Female Reader are friends.

Muslim Reader. but anyone can read it.

Warning ⚠️: If it makes you uncomfortable don't read it. Cringefest. Gif credit to owners.

Meanings at end.

Kim Namjoon.

Namjoon always makes sure that he doesn't cross your boundaries and is a very respectful person in general and that was one of the reasons why you and him were great friends. You guys talked about various things.

Soon enough you start talking about your religion. Islam. Which is an important aspect in your life. You try your best to satisfy his curiosity but its not enough. You give him some books you had and devours them. As Ramadan approaches. He wishes you Ramadan Mubarak. That's something you're happy about and it would be very nice if it stopped there but now everytime you curse Namjoon gives you a disappointed look.

"Good Muslims are careful of what their toungue utters." He said on an occasion.

"I dont know isn't that dress showing too much skin." He continued saying on another.

"Namjoon it's literally full length."

"Wow sarcasm is haraam." He tells you one fine morning.

"Yes so is murder."

"It's also illegal."

"I know."

Congrats on making your friend a member of Haram* police.

Kim Seokjin

You and Jin had bonded over your love for food. Currently you were explaining to him why you can eat chicken but not his chicken.

"There's a particular way for the meat to be cut so that its halal*"

Then you told him about things which were and weren't allowed.

For Ramadan Jin helps you plan your meals so they are the right amount of healthy and hearty.

He also helps prep your food and brings you meals to add to the iftar*. He is always caring and kind and helps you in anyway he can.

Also finds it funny when he hears the Quran translation of a verse talking about Jinn* and Mankind.

"So you're telling me that you never told me that your holy book keeps mentioning me."

Starts calling you mankind for fun. Changes your contact information too.

Min Yoongi

He had heard you listening to the Quran*. He had grown curious about it. So you'd told him what it was.

Yoongi being the king of trivia had an idea about Muslims but becoming closer to you his curiosity had grown. He is #1 supportive and ready to defend you if needed. You could always talk to him about feeling left out and isolated and viceversa.

He always wanted to be part of a charity event so when you told him about how their was a Ramadan drive to give food and necessities to the less fortunate he was excited to volunteer fir it.

For Ramadan he accompanied you to the organised Iftar and learned more about the importance Islam gave on kindness and community among other things.

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok had come across Abaya* one day. He had been online shopping muslim clothes so that he could gift you something for your birthday.

You told him about how modesty was valued in Islam. That in one lecture you had heard it was said that women were something precious and you keep precious things safely and covered.

So as Ramadan approached and you talked about getting clothes for Eid. Hoseok got heavily involved. Going as far as sending you outfit inspos for Friday prayers, Taraweeh (special Ramadan prayers). And even getting himself an outfit with a prayer cap.

Sometimes you scare him by telling him Jin stories. Poor him gets afraid to do things alone.

Wind blows.

"AHHHH!!!!!!! This house is haunted. I can't do this anymore."

Park Jimin

When Jimin learns about your fasting. He is surprised to know that you can't eat or drink during it.

"Not even water."

"No Jimin, not even water."

"So how long?"

"It's from before sunrises to sunset for a month." You inform.

Jimin takes care not to eat or drink infront of you. Except one day he finds you eating.

"Y/N why are you eating aren't you supposed to be fasting."

"Not today."

"So you can skip fasts."

"Only if you're sick...or on your periods."

"So?"

"PARK JIMIN." You whisper shout.

"I'm sorry. Do you want chocolates."

He might be a little slow at catching up but he's got the spirit.

Kim Taehyung

Your friendship with Taehyung was based on both of you believing in angels.

So when Taehyung heard about you fasting he decided to join you. On your day off you were prepared to have Taehyung accompany you... or so you thought. After Suhoor* which you almost missed because it was way past his bedtime and was before he ever thought about waking up.

In the morning he wakes and starts preparing breakfast midway realising he was fasting. Tweets throughout the day.

Min 5456 without water. I'm thirsty.

Min 6544 without water. I'm sorry for wasting water in the shower.

Sec 7777777 without food. Hangry. ... and board. Bored.

He is also behind you at mid noon about how he was bored luckily you prepared art supplies to make a Ramadan Kareem Banner. Soon after which you started preparing iftar which he thoroughly enjoyed making and later consuming.

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook dug all Ramadan Memes and enjoys sending them to you. Specially if he can see your reaction.

Jk: do you want to see my date?

Y/n: .....

*sends a picture of date (fruit)*

Also starts saying Bismillah (in the name of god~said before starting a task) , Inshallah (if God wills ) etc.

Also he is somehow always present during both Suhoor and Iftar.

The foods to good to resist. More excited about it than you are.

"It's to give you company Y/n. You can't fast by eating only a packet of Ramen."

But also helps you with odd jobs like cutting fruits for Iftar or frying so that you can pray in peace.

*haram= unlawful.

**halal= lawful/ allowed

***iftar= when the fast is broken

****quran= holy book.

*****Abaya. Its a dress worn by females that covers the whole body and is usually black in color

******Suhoor. Dawn meal before fasting.

*******Jinn : djinn.

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The Book of You & I | 01

➤ PJM: Series

⪧ The Book of You & I ✎✘⛓🗡 (non-idol!au, yandere!au, demon!au, horror!au)

➳Pairing: yandere!demon!jimin X fem!Reader

➳Warnings: Swearing, blood, supernatural occurrences, slight stalking, mentions of a car accident & mentions of death, reader has past trauma, mentions of medication and therapy.

➳Word Count: 3.4K+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

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➳ A/N: I completed this draft and it was fun to write. I hope the first chapter is good and keeps you all excited. I would love feedback and comments because that continues me to write more. Thank you if you’re reading this ^_^

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You grunt as you drop the last set of boxes in front of your apartment door. After finally getting your needs for moving in, you take a break to catch your unsteady breathing. You took a long set of stairs because the elevator was not working. Scrambling through your jeans pockets, you find the key given to you.

You put the object in the keyhole, hearing a 'click', twisting the doorknob as you push the door open. You sigh as your eyes roam around the place, and it sure did look spacious and very empty. Too bad you didn't have a roommate to help you with moving in, so you had to do everything by yourself. Your eyes land on the clear large windows just near the balcony, you enter the room as you walk on the wooden floor, passing the marble kitchen counter.

You slide open the balcony door, the wind hitting your face. Birds fly in the clear blue sky, cars honking in the little busy street as you smile in peace. At least you got a nice view. And at least you were starting new.

-Flashback-

1 year ago…

“Fuck, that party was legit shit,” Your boyfriend laughs softly as his hand intertwines with yours and the other on the steering wheel of his car.

“Hoseok was going crazy on the dance floor." You giggle, gosh you shouldn't have not drank too much.

"Yeah, the man's got his moves- Jin was literally dying on the couch after Jungkook told him something." You wondered what Jungkook told Jin, but some things can't be revealed.

And then your mind travels to the scene where a couple of girls were staring at your boyfriend. Flirtatious glances and giggles were all sent to him, completely ignoring the fact you were standing by him, also not knowing you were his girlfriend. To make it even worse, the man flashed his dimples and bit his lower lip.

Being pissed at that moment was very right as you stomped on his feet, the wailing was loud and clear as the girls stopped talking and looked at him.

"Namjoon, are you alright?" You question him in 'fake' worry. Namjoon's face scrunches in pain, replying, "Ah, what the hell, you stepped on my foot Y/N!" He exclaims, grabbing his foot.

"Oh my god, I just saw what happened, let me help." A voice said aloud, one of the girls reach their hand towards your boyfriend's shoulder, but no way were you going to let her touch him. You step in front of Namjoon, blocking the girl's way. You cross your arms, taking a step forward, instantly saying, "Sorry, my boyfriend's off limits, he's alright though, you don't need to worry about him." You turn around, grabbing Namjoon by the arm as you purposely flip your hair, smirking as you enter the living room.

"Seriously, all of that for some girls?" Namjoon asks, still grabbing his foot.

"Not just some girls Namjoon, girls who clearly just want you and be yours." You hiss, giving him a look of disappointment. You huff, turning away from him. You suddenly feel a pair of arms pulling you back, holding onto your waist.

"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have done that Y/N, it was a joke at first, but please forgive me." You hear the soft plea in his voice, instantly giving in. Of course, you were going to forgive him, you just taught him a lesson.

"It's okay Joon, I love you." You hum, pecking his soft lips. “I love you too,” Namjoon looks at your lips before returning the kiss.

"What would you do if some guys did the same thing to me?" You pull back, this time reversing the situation.

“I would have kicked their asses,” his chin rests on your shoulder. Namjoon smiles before speaking again, “More shots?” He hums as you nod in agreement.

“More shots.”

Now you knew how you were effortlessly drunk. “Gosh it’s so quiet today,” Namjoon mumbles. Your eyes trail to the empty streets you were driving by, street lights flashed their bright white lights as the wind was picking up. It sure was quiet for a typical Friday night.

Vrooom

Your ears pick up a nearby noise, clearly loud, gradually getting louder, and louder. Your pupils constrict from the bright light, as you look to see what it is.

You gasp as it’s already too late, shouting, “Joon, watch out!” Another car speeds from the right side, immediately smashing into Namjoon’s car. The impact was brutal as it sent the car hurling in the air before dropping with a sickening thud, tumbling as glass shards were pricking your skin and your forehead bleeding.

The car was upside down as the tumbling stopped, and as you try to open your eyes, they instantly fall on Namjoon’s state. You try to pull yourself closer to him but you were stuck, your hands were only able to cup his face, as you start crying.

Namjoon was bleeding severely, and his eyes were closed.

“Joon, Namjoon.” You wake him up, his eyes fluttering open.

“Y/N…?”

“Oh my god Joon, w-we need to get out of this car, we need to go to a hospital.” You ramble, your hands wiping the blood away from his forehead.

“I love you Y/N.”

“What?” You look in shock as Namjoon’s head hits the steering wheel and his hand drops dead. Your heart thumps loudly as you try waking him up again.

“Joon, Joonie please wake up.” You continue crying, you try to hear a heartbeat by using his wrist but there was no pump, no flow…

No, no, no

You let out an involuntary scream, as your tears start to mix with blood. You can’t believe it at all, you won’t believe it at all. You try to pull yourself out of your seat but something was stopping to do so. You scream again, your throat feeling hoarse already.

The energy drains out of you, sweat dripping as your eyes start to shut down, and your hand falling on Namjoon’s cold ones.

Before falling into blackness, someone yells, “Someone call an ambulance, fucking hell!”

-End of Flashback-

The tears slip from the corner of your eyes. It was a year since that happened, and you're still not over it. You moved out of his apartment because you couldn't take it anymore. Too many memories to handle. You grip onto the black railings, trying to calm down your breathing, wanting to stop thinking about that day every hour.

Thump

Thump

You raise your head hearing the sudden clangour, you lean onto the railing using your back as you push yourself to see the floor above you. Curtains were covering the glass doors, but you expected some nice decoration. But there were no small tables or pot plants at all, it all just looked gloomy. That's all you saw before residing back to your normal position, though, you couldn't see much.

Walking back inside, you hear the thumping again.

Thump

Thump

You wondered if it were some couple... nope, probably someone doing something. You crouch down as you decide to open the first box as you find your clothes, shoes and some other personal stuff in it. And piled on top of it was a photo in a glass frame. The black colour outlines the shape. You glance at the small photo, protected by a golden frame, chiselled and swirled to make it look like a royal artefact.

Slowly standing up, you took a shaky breath. Your hands barely touched the frame, grazing past the sharp corners, alluring you towards the perfect picture that would stay in your heart forever. Your hands touched the glass that was covering it and the person you loved so much.

It was a snowy day as there were dark oak trees that were naked, shrivelled and covered in frosty snow. Namjoon was grinning happily, hands around each other's backs, the soft fabric you and he wore kept both of you warm during the chilly season, and the faded snowflakes flew in the background.

You hug the photo you loved dearly and then kiss the taken photo.

Your stomach grumbles as you groan. Gosh, you forgot to go to the groceries.

Well, nothing's better than a little takeout.

The evening flew by as you wipe the corner of your lips with a napkin. You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, currently watching a Netflix drama on your iPad. You were getting to the good part until a deafening racket scared you.

Your eyes follow the sound and it was still coming from the floor above you. Whoever was causing this ruckus really started to piss you off. For half the day you barely had any quiet time.

"That's it," you mumble "I'm going."

You leave your apartment room, stopping by the elevator. Your fingers were crossed, hoping they would work this time, and when you heard the ding, you were satisfied.

The doors slide open, as you step in and press the button to go up. The doors shut, feeling the elevator move, going upwards.

With another ding, you trek outside, eyes roving for the right door to knock.

Your apartment room was on the left side of the hallway, the very end, so you assume it should be the same for the person who was causing their racket.

Your sneakers scraped against the smooth tiles, shining in the light. The reflection reflects your steps as you stroll to the end of the hallway. One of the ceiling lights flickers, going on and off, repeating over and over again. It annoys you, sure it was a different colour but the repetitive movements made you feel weak.

It's always the sirens.

Your mind speaks, you put a hand on the wall, steadying yourself as you hang your head low.

It was your fault.

You shake your head, the words consuming you whole.

If you weren't so desperate to go home, you could have avoided the situation.

"No," you whisper, your hands going on your head as you keep shaking your head.

If you weren't so fucking stubborn, he still would have been here.

"NO!" You internally yell, crumbling down into a soft little ball.

They told me it wasn't my fault.

You notify your mind, attempting to convince it.

They told me it was the other driver's fault.

Not me.

Are you sure, Y/N?

Because it doesn't look that way.

The voice disappears, your tears stop trickling down your cheeks as you look up. The bright light finally ceased flashing. You sigh, trying to grasp the situation. Gosh that voice, that fucking voice never shuts up. You've taken medication, gone to therapy, done everything to stop yourself from seeing that day, to stop hearing that voice.

It just loved to pester you so much, it loved it when you lose your mind and become such a fragile mess. The voice loved to test your patience, and it loved you, even more, when you couldn't move on from the past.

You get up, wipe your eyes, and prepare to knock on the dark brown door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

No answer, of course.

You knock again, bellowing, "Hello?"

You roll your eyes dramatically, ready to leave until a crash made you jump.

Is someone hurt?

Without thinking twice, you seize the handle, thrusting the door wide open. It was completely dark, you step in, finding the main light.

You flicker it on, and your eyes widen. Glass, everywhere.

Weird, however so, there was no blood or blood-curling screams.

That wasn't even the weirdest part, all the broken glass was aligned in one straight line, all pointing to a room at the end of the corridor.

You wondered if anyone was behind that door, and they did all of this... but that wouldn't make sense if it was already dark and no way they could have done that in seconds.

You muster up all your courage, walking straight to the room. You hear a crunch or two, avoiding the glass which was structured so perfectly.

Perfectly to hurt anyone.

Just like you.

The door creaks quietly, presenting you with another dark room. Your search to find another light switch vanishes as sudden moonlight glides in. You gaze at a bookshelf, it looked centuries old. Dust covers the stack of books together until one caught your attention.

Take it

You flinch upon hearing a voice. A voice that was not yours.

You hesitate, but a glimmer grabs you back. You take the book, blowing and dusting the dust away, feeling the material. It was so hard and so rough, that it had to be a hardcover. It was chocolate brown, and the pages were thick and looked stained from the outside. However, there was no title nor a blurb.

What made it even more interesting was how you couldn't open the book at all. No matter how hard you tried, you failed immediately.

The lock.

Open the lock.

The voice whispered again, and you shivered. Your hands delicately traced a silver locket, a crescent moon shape designed on it, that looked like a miniature book. Just like the one you were holding.

As you fiddle with it, you open the lock. But there was a diminutive hole and, you press your thumb in it, not thinking distinctly.

"Agh, shit!" Something protruded a tiny hole on your thumb, the red liquid already springing. You drop the book, bringing your thumb immediately to your lips. The lights suddenly turned on and your heart skipped a beat. It was deadly quiet and for a second you thought you heard faint footsteps. You stand still, almost tripping over your own feet after something warm tickled your neck. You glance around the room, maybe the room itself was just stuffy.

Or maybe you were just imagining things.

“You shouldn’t be here.” You yelp, turning over to find someone.

“Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you,” a young feminine voice said. You gazed at her, she was conceivably in her twenties. She had fairly smooth skin, and sharp green ebony eyes, perhaps she wore lenses, and her hair was a dark chocolate brown curled just past her shoulders. Her lips were delicate and underneath her eyes were shady circles as if she hasn’t slept for days.

She wore a dark velvet green coat, golden buttons closed and shining in the light, matching the colour of her eyes. Her black pants looked silky and brand new, a golden belt, designed with miniature diamonds coiled around her waist. This person went someplace special or presumably met someone.

“My name is Jia, and um, as far as I know, you aren't allowed to be here- wait how did you get in here without a key?” You look at your surroundings, walking towards Jia until you noticed something.

“The glass... where did the glass go?” You mumble to yourself, eyes plummeting to the spotlessly clean floor.

“What?” You glance up, realising you haven't conversed with the girl at all.

“When I came in here there were shards of glass.” You pointed out.

“Well, when I came in here, there wasn't want any glass.” Jia retorts, this time seriously looking at you.

You shake your head, responding, “Right, um my name’s Y/N, I heard some noises up here so I thought I should talk to the owner but turns out they aren't here.”

Jia looked pissed and tired, tapping her foot impatiently. “So, no one told you that nobody lives here?” She says a matter of fact, scanning you up and down. You peer at yourself, knowing that your hair was messy and not brushed, making yourself look wild and your pants had sauce stained on them from today's early dinner. Now you kind of knew why she was here all looking serious with you. You looked like a nasty person who broke into someone's apartment.

You bite your lip, nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m new so I didn't know.”

Jia signals you to leave, turning off the lights. You both exit the place, the door shutting with a thud, large black numbers presenting ‘101’.

“You didn't answer my question...Y/N, I asked you how you came in here without a key?” Jia waits for your answer, gazing at you with large deep green eyes.

"When I knocked on the door, I heard a crash, thinking that someone was injured. It turned out the door was unlocked."

“I didn't mean to intrude.” You add, finally wanting to leave.

"Okay, maybe next time let a staff member know before entering someone's unoccupied room." Jia mutters quietly as she asks you another question. “Is that book yours?” You glance at the book, then at Jia, not realising that you were taking the object with you.

You didn't like Jia, this attitude of hers was annoying you. Why does she have to know if it's your book or not? Why does she care? This time you attempt a question at her.

"Do you work here?" You query with a raised eyebrow, folding your arms. Jia looked startled when she heard the unexpected question. She opened her mouth as she struggled to find the words to say.

"I got access to this building because my uncle owns it, and he granted me permission to access certain facilities." Jia mimics your step, confidently standing up in front of you. You lift your eyebrows even higher, laughing softly, taking small steps towards her.

“But do you work here?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then why do you care?”

“Because I can.”

“Then leave me the fuck alone.” You exit, leaving Jia speechless and irritated.

But you didn't notice how she fell, how it looked like someone pushed her.

You didn’t notice the smirking figure behind you.

But he noticed you.

You rub your eyes vigorously from being tired, dropping the book on your bedside table, just right in front of your and Namjoon’s photo. You turn the lights off, almost subsiding into a deep slumber, the fluffy blanket bringing you warmth. That was until you heard pages flipping. You turn the bedside table lamp on, discovering the closed book now wide open.

“What the-.” You grab the book, surprised to see black ink words in the middle of the blank page.

“You offered blood, and he has been released.” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, repeating the words aloud.

“Whisper his name, and you will be his next feast.”

“Hide me from him, or he will kill you when he sees me.”

“Don’t be a fool, and listen, for the devil has come for you.”

“And its very existence is now in this room Y/N.”

The ink disappears, the book shutting itself. You bury it under your pillow, scared because the book has your name in it. Your eyes travel around the whole room, your own breathing heard and hot. It’s just a silly joke, you tell yourself.

It has to be fake, it’s a dream.

You shut your eyes, scrambling to cover the blanket over your head. The words repeating in your head, “And its very existence is now in this room Y/N.” WHO’s existence? Who is in your room right now? How the fuck does the book know your name?

Just sleep, Y/N, it’s probably a coincidence. Your voice tells you.

You agree to yourself, calming down and thinking about something else. You stop worrying and proceed to sleep, after all, it has to be a dream. You never found the book, you never met Jia, and you never certainly heard noises above you.

Poor you, you would want to wish this to be true.

You’ve fallen asleep in a couple of minutes, deep. The pair of black eyes watch you, his lips curling into a smirk. He feels his pointed tail moving in excitement, oh what fun he was going to have with you.

He wants to talk to you,

He wants to touch you,

He wants to love you,

Because you saved him from falling further into his nightmare. He wants your delicate lips on him, he wants you to repeat his name over and over again because he knows it’ll drive him crazy. He would do anything for you as long as you obeyed him. He just has to make sure you fall in love with him only. The demon is alive and back well, ready for you.

You were his next… victim? No, the demon shakes his head. You were his next lover.

Oh, what fun he was really going to have with you.

Too gooood, another masterpiece to be born ISTG ✨✨

Good job 👏

[Shorts] Sender Unknown | Namjoon

Summary: When the door to the container opened, you thought it would be the end of weeks of being moved around many oceans, but instead you meet Namjoon, the ringleader of the biggest human trafficking scheme of South Korea, and he decides to keep you.

Warnings: themes of human trafficking, domestic violence, reader bleeds in face, reader is with Namjoon against her will/held captive, reader is mistreated cause she’s a foreigner/not Korean speaker

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As the potato cubes danced around in the boiling water, you sat nearby, at the dining table as your feet kicked back and forth, as if it aided you in remembering the words that you were articulating out loud.

“Ann-yeong-ha… ha. Annyeonghaseyo.” You muttered, your eyes moving away from the pages to glance over at the pot cooking away on the stove.

“J…jeo. Jeo neun, y/n… im-ni-da.” You followed along with the text in the book, trying your best to articulate every syllable in a precise manner.

Today, you were learning how to introduce yourself in Korean. This required far more brain power than the lesson you went through last week, when you learned how to count.

Click!

But terror thundered down on you at the sound of the front door unlocking, and you bounced off your chair, turning in panicked circles as you tried to find a good hiding spot for your book.

The kitchen drawers.

You had no choice - Namjoon would expect you to be in the kitchen by now. So, you pushed the chair back and grabbed both the book and pen before you stormed into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the first drawer you saw, and you threw the items in before pushing the drawer, not looking back.

The way the door sounded as it was being shut signaled that Namjoon was in a decent mood today, and you were not going to ruin that.

You grabbed the ladle, hissing at the heat that radiated from it, but you pushed through as you swirled it in circles, trying your hardest to not look suspicious.

“There was a parcel delivery but…” That was it. You couldn’t open the door as… it was locked. “They left a card in the mailbox.” You ended it at that as you broke apart the curry blocks and dropped them in the pan.

“I saw. It’s at the neighbor.” Namjoon murmured as you could sense him standing right behind you.

“However…” The sound of a thin sheet of paper brushing against another caught your attention; numbing your senses as you swore you saw black spots dancing in front of your eyes.

“What lesson are you on? Two? Hm, your handwriting is… awful.”

“Namjoon…” You couldn’t find it in you to turn around - afraid of the evil that would be swirling in his eyes.

Yet, knowing you had no choice, you turned-

The sturdy hardcover slammed against your cheek, the cover cracking at the hit, but that didn’t stop Namjoon as he gripped onto the book tighter and struck you a couple of times, ignoring the terrified shrieks that came from you as the sharp corners drew blood over your face.

“Sorry! Sorry!” You screamed as you tried to make yourself as small as possible, covering your head with your arms.

You could forget about ever learning Korean.

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