'who are you?' he whispered, gazing at the beautiful creature.
the moment he spoke, her eyes opened.
and namjoon was done for.
| namjoon x o/c
| fantasy, romance, fluff, smut
| completed: 15.07.2023
@bangtanbagels ~ 2023
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⤜ ✮ ⤞
Namjoon knew something was wrong immediately.
He didn't hear her call for him. He was too far away, and besides, the music playing from Yoongi's studio would have drowned the noise out regardless.
But he felt it.
The bond pulled at him, taut as a bowstring, the way it usually did when he separated with her for a short while. It was this tugging sensation that told him she had left the house.
And Celine wouldn't just leave the house without telling anyone.
He burst from his room, down the stairs and into the kitchen, surveying the room frantically. The knife Celine had been using was on the floor, vegetables half-chopped and abandoned on the counter. The art book he'd given her, open at a random page.
He ran to the window facing the street, peering out, but seeing nothing.
No sign of her.
Namjoon's stomach dropped.
For a moment he was frozen. What the fuck was he supposed to do? The itch had already begun to settle at the base of his neck, the one that always struck him when they were separated. If he didn't find her within the next few hours, they would both be incapacitated by the bond's restrictions on how long they could be apart. He would have no chance of finding her.
If she had left, of course, she would know that. She would have the good sense to come back.
But he knew. Deep down, he knew she hadn't left.
Someone had taken her.
That's when he began to yell.
⤜ ✮ ⤞
"Namjoon," Jin said in a calm voice. "Namjoon, we'll find her."
"How can you be so certain of that?" Namjoon demanded, pacing the kitchen wildly. He couldn't sit still, couldn't concentrate on anything but the itch at the back of his neck and the fact that she was gone. "How can you be so calm, hyung? Someone fucking took her."
"We don't know that-"
"I know that," Namjoon cut Jin off, with such dark certainty in his expression that Jin didn't move to speak again.
