Little Monster// OT7

Chapter 1

"Shit. Shit. Shit!"

This is not at all what Namjoon had in mind when he decided to walk home tonight.
He was being chased by three apparent gang members because his stupid curiosity got the best of him.

"Dammit Namjoon, you just had to go check out the commotion.",he thought to himself.

"Curiosity is about to kill the damn cat. These guys are way too fast."

Namjoon tried to think logically about losing the men and quickly turned into an alleyway that he hoped wasnt a dead end. Too bad luck really wanted to fuck him in the ass that night and he met a wall that he would probably get shot before getting completely over it if he tried to climb it.

"Well, well, well, it looks like you've lost this little game of tag.", one of the men said.

"Look, I don't know what you think I know but I can promise you that I won't say a thing

. Please don't kill me.", Namjoon pleaded with the man who seemed to be the ring leader out of the three men.

"Oh I'm not going to kill you, sweetheart,  that would be a little too suspicious for two bodies to be discovered so close together."
That statement made Namjoon feel a little better but then it was soon followed by the comand of 'drug em' and Namjoon felt himself be pulled into someone's arms and a cloth was placed over his mouth and nose. Namjoon knew exactly what that meant but he was too busy panicing from the ambush that he had already taken in the drug with his ragged breathing and he slowly lost consciousness.
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When Namjoon woke up, he was tied to a chair like some low grade kidnapping movie.  He looked around him and he saw what looked like someone's office.
There was a sleek wooden desk in front of him and it looked like it costs a lot more than Namjoon's two month paycheck.
The walls were a neutral dark color that Namjoon couldn't put a name to and the only source of light in the room that was on was a dim ceiling light.

"Good morning,  sleeping beauty. Sleep well?",  someone asked from behind Namjoon. It sounded like the ring leader from earlier who got the other two men to dig him.

"Where am I? Are you going to kill me?", Namjoon asked frantically. Frankly Namjoon was scared as hell but his mind was still a little foggy from the drugs earlier and it made him even more terrified.

"That's not my decision, sweetheart. You have to wait till boss man gets here.", the man said,  making his way around so that Namjoon could see him. Somewhere in the back of Namjoon's drugged up subconscious, he thought of how attractive the guy was. His red hair and highly defined jaw line just contributed to his beauty.
Namjoon was taken from his slight daze when the man grabbed his chin and lifted his face to study it. The man smirked before letting go.

"You're cute so he might spare you if you're good.", the man said making his way back to what Namjoon assumes is the door.

"Wait!", Namjoon stuttered out, his cheeks a little pink from the complement. "How long will he be?"

"I'd say about two minutes considering the fact that he's walking this way right now.", the man told Namjoon then turned his attention to the boss. "Hey boss."

"Don't 'hey boss' me, what the hell Taehyung?!", another man said and he sounded angry compared to Tae's chipper gretting.

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what he knows so I didn't want to kill him for not knowing anything and it would've been suspicious."

The other man signed and told Tae that he'd deal with him later.
Namjoon heard the door close and saw the man's shadow out of the corner of his eye. When the man was finally in front of Namjoon, Namjoon immediately felt intimidated.
He had broad shoulders and was a little taller than Namjoon. His brown hair was gelled up and he had a stern expression on his face.
It was silent for what felt like hours to Namjoon while the boss stared at him.

"Please don't kill me. I-",the boss cut him off with a raised hand and Namjoon immediately shut up.
The broad shouldered man then sighed and held the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not going to kill you.", the man said and Namjoon relaxed a little but not much because he didn't know what the man would do with him.

"Then what are you going to do with me? ", Namjoon stuttered out.

"You're going to work for me but not before you earn my trust. I can't have anymore lose lipped workers. That's why that man that you saw my men with in the alley was killed."

Namjoon felt his throat go a little dry. What kind of place would he have in a gang? He couldn't even take someone's order at his job without turning into a bumfumbiling mess. 

"I'm going to untie you now.", the man said walking behind Namjoon. "I said that I wouldn't kill you but I won't stop my men if you try anything funny."

Namjoon felt the twist tie snap and his arms were released. He rubbed his wrists to try and get some circulation back into his hands. 

"Good boy.", the boss said and Namjoon felt his face flush at the praise but he turned his head in hoped that the boss didn't catch it.
"I'm Seokjin by the way.

"What's your name?"

"Kim Namjoon."

The man hummed in acknowledgement and motioned for Namjoon to stand up. Namjoon followed the man as he walked out of the room. They made their was down a hallway to an elevator and got in. Seokjin pressed the button marked as one of the lower levels and the two waited for their stop.
A million things were running through Namjoon's head as he was fully sober now.

"Where are you taking me?", Namjoon stuttered as he asked the man.

"You're coming to my house so that my men can check you out."

"Check me out? ", Namjoon said, flustered. Were they going to have him 'work' as some kind of prostitute?
Seokjin noticed his flushed face and chuckled.

"No not like that. I meant a background check. Make sure you are who you say you are and make sure that you aren't a threat."Namjoon noticeably relaxed at Seokjin's words. "You're cute and all but we're not that ruthless. We don't force anyone to do anything unless they absolutely have to...or if it's a punishment."

Seokjin's voice took on a more sultry tone when he mentioned punishments and Namjoon couldn't help how his breath hitched.
Before the conversation could go forward,  they reacted their floor and Namjoon saw that it was a parking garage. He followed Seokjin out to a sleek black car that looked like it could be a Lamborghini but Namjoon sucks at telling cars apart.
Seokjin unlocked his car and got in. Namjoon soon followed after Seokjin gave him a raised brow.

"Seatbelt. I drive a little reckless.", Seokjin warned and Namjoon buckled up.