The Seven{BTSxReader}

C. 42.

He shook his head.

"You and I were meant to be together, Y/n!" He stated. "We were always meant to die like this-holding each other. I-I know that you really want that too...He-He has broken you...He messed you up when he took you...You-You're supposed to love me!"

His tears caught you off guard, body tensing slightly as he moved the blade closer to Namjoon's throat.

"I-I do love you, Yoongi." You lied.

Both Namjoon and Yoongi stared at you with shock, their eyes wide.

You took a deep breath.

It would be better to play along than to waste time trying to get through to him.

"I love you so much." You said. "But, I don't want to die yet...If-If we die...How can we have a family? How can we live together? I want us to die one day, but-but not today. Don't you want us to have a family?"

You almost sigh as he lowered the blade slightly.

"A-A family?" He repeated silently.

You nodded, glancing towards Namjoon.

"Yes." You said, moving closer to him. "We could have as many kids as you want. I-I know you'd make such a great father, Yoongi."

His eyes filled with tears as he stared at you.

"A-A father?" He whispered. "I want to be a father. I want to have a family with you, Y/n. I want nothing more than that."

You nodded slowly, placing your hand over his and slowly pulling the blade away from Namjoon's neck.

You brushed your nose against his.

"Then, let's get out of here." You said, body trembling. "Let's go home before it's too late."

Yoongi blinked in surprise as your lips met his in a kiss, his hand falling from Namjoon's throat and wrapping around your waist as he closed his eyes, relishing in the taste of you.

You used your free hand to motion towards the door, opening your eyes to make eye contact with Namjoon.

The dirty blond man gave you a weak nod, his hand clutching his bleeding injury as he slowly stood to his feet.

Yoongi slowly pulled away from the kiss, his eyes hazed with an unspoken happiness as he stared down at you.

"I know what you're doing." He whispered against your lips, giving you gentle peck. "You're naughty, babydoll."

Your eyes widened as his grip around your waist tightened, his free hand gripping your hair and turning you in his arms.

You froze as the cold blade of the knife came to meet your throat, eyes locking with Namjoon's.

The young mob boss froze in his steps, his body collapsing onto the floor as he watched Yoongi's crazed eyes glow with insanity.

"Quite a show you put on, Y/n." He laughed evilly. "I wished I could have fallen for it...I wish it were true....Honestly, Namjoon, I'm surprised you didn't try to peel her off of me. Are you really so much a coward that you would leave to safety while the woman you love is in the arms of another man? Pathetic."

You flinched as he pressed the blade tighter, drawing blood from you.

"This place is going up in less than a minute." He continued. "No one is leaving this house alive. No one."

"N-Namjoon." Your voice came out, catching his attention. "I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that this happened."

The blond man let out an exhausted sigh as eh leaned against the wall weakly, blood trailing down his jaw as he smiled weakly at you.