ETERNAL | namjoon ✔️

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎.

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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎.

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tw: mentions of sexual harassment/assault, please do not read if triggered

     

Celine opened her eyes to blinding pain.

It felt a little like the time she had drunk too much, and for one blissful moment she thought that must have been what happened. She must have had too much wine at dinner that night and passed out in bed.

Then it all came back to her in a rush of terror.

Gasping for breath, she shot upright, only to realise her hands were tied behind her back. She kneeled on a cold floor, in a dark room, peering out for any signs of where she was or who might have taken her.

As she craned her neck to look around, her head throbbed. A telltale sign of her bond, crying out for its partner.

How long had she been apart from Namjoon?

She wasn't sure, but it was long enough for her head to feel like it was being splintered in two. 

Before she could even begin to think about her next move, footsteps echoed on the cold floor, making her insides turn to liquid in fear. 

"Well well," came a rasping, ugly voice. "You're awake."

Celine looked up at the approaching figure, gasping softly as she realised who it was.

The man from the shopping mall.

"W-who are you," she managed, in a trembling whisper. She knew he was familiar but still she couldn't place him - the headache was making it hard for her to think at all.

"Oh, you don't remember me?" he asked, in a horrible teasing voice, crouching down to her level. "After everything I did to help make you, and you don't even know your own creator."

"Y-you are arrogant," she whispered, her voice firmer this time as she refused to look away from him, headache be damned. "No human could create m-me."

"Maybe not," he mused, a cruel smile on his features. "But we figured out a way to trap you, didn't we? All that... power, just lying around up there in the universe. But me and my friends found a way to channel it all those years ago."

He seemed to be remembering the past with fondness, but then the smile dropped from his face. Celine felt the danger she was in pulse through her veins, pulling her wrists against the tight bonds to no avail. 

"And then they changed their minds," he spat, eyes clouding over with anger, as if reminiscing on something far away. "Decided that your power wasn't worth keeping to ourselves. Wanted to share it. For the right price, of course. Fucking sellouts."

He said the last words with such venom that Celine jolted, making his muddy brown eyes snap up towards her. 

The man smiled at her once more, reaching out to grasp her chin, and she wished more than anything that he would go back to being angry, because this was so much worse.

"But no matter," he continued, his eyes roving over her face. "No matter, I have you now, don't I? And in human form, and everything. Like the perfect little gift."

Celine mustered every bit of energy she had left to yank herself from his grip. "I am no gift," she spat at him, chin held high. "I have more power than you could ever imagine."

But the man just grinned at her. "Maybe so," he retorted. "But you and I both know that you're useless to resist me, without him."

Celine froze. She had no idea how, but he knew about Namjoon. About the connection.

"How does it feel, hm? Not having lover boy in close range?" he teased, stroking a hand down the side of her face again, and this time Celine was too weak to stop him. Her head hung low, slumping her shoulders as she felt the bond's starvation draining her by the second.

"I don't need you conscious for the things I'm going to do with you," he promised, making Celine's blood run cold as she shook beneath him. "And when I'm finished, I'll find a way to dilute that power out of you. Living or not."

His calloused fingers ran down over her face, across her neck and towards her collarbone. She shivered, trying to pull away, but it was no use.

 She had nothing left.

"Oh, yes, princess," he was smiling again, yellowing teeth showing in a way that was more predatory than joyous as his fingers ran over her. "We're going to have so much fun together."

Celine knew she was going to pass out. There was no way she would survive this for much longer, especially considering the distance between her and Namjoon at this point. And once she was unconscious she would be helpless. Vulnerable. 

Open to whatever this awful man wanted to do with her. 

She felt her vision begin to close in on her at the sides, falling backwards onto her heels. Without hands to steady her she was off balance, swaying to the side, stars clouding her eyes as the world began to blur around her. 

She was powerless to stop it. The bond was screaming at her to get out of there, to run to Namjoon, recharge before she was entirely useless, the panic choking her as she realised she had no such option. Her mind conjured images of people running, of shouting, shouting so loud it nearly burst her eardrums, a whirl of sound and chaos and things so bright and intense she never thought she would recover-

And her face hit the cold concrete of the floor, eyes closing one final time, before she could realise that the shouting wasn't in her imagination. 

It was real.

        

  

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