Dangerous Love
Type: smut, angst
Requested by: @MarkShiki
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You had always been a good girl, never up to mischief or anything bad for that matter. That was until you met him. It was actually very unusual on how both of you met.

You were walking home one night and it was cold, darker than usual. The air was harsh and it made your nose turn to a popsicle. As you walked down and pass an alley, you hear something. You had seen a man and a boy you knew from school. The man brings out a knife and cuts his hand before he hands it to the boy, and the boy cuts his hand as well.

You stare at the scene in disbelief, was this some sort of ritual? The man and the boy connect their cut hands and they say a couple of things that you couldn't quite hear. But that's how you met him, and from the point you met him. It was like the second you got the taste of danger, you didn't want to stop tasting it.

Years pass and nothing ever changed. But now, here you were again. In the same situation. Walking home from work and was walking pass the exact same alley way. You turn your head and see two men throwing their fists at each other. You squint your eyes to try to see in the dark, your eyes then widen when they fall on the person against the wall.

Your boyfriend, Namjoon. The large man in front of him had a fist full of Namjoon's shirt and was telling him something before he threw Namjoon to the floor. The man gets in his car and drives the opposite way down the alley. When the car is gone you run over to Namjoon. "Are you okay?" You ask in a panic.

He looks up at you, instantly breaking your heart. His nose is bleeding, his eye is swollen and his bottom lip is busted. You didn't want to look at his cheeks because they were so bad. "Y/n? What are you doing here? You can get killed, they know you're my girlfriend." He says. "I know that." You say wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves.

"Get up." You order him. He tries to get up and you help him, throwing his arm over your shoulder as you wrap your arm around his waist. It was quite difficult that he was much taller than you, but you fought through it to get him home. "Why are you so good to me?" He asks, his voice low. "Because I love you idiot." You tell him. He hums.

"I really don't understand why you'd want to be out doing stupid stuff with your gang." You say as you walk up to the front door of the apartment. "That's the thing, I was telling them that I didn't want to be apart of it anymore. They threatened to kill me if I leave." He tells you, making you freeze.

"It's not a big deal, I know they won't." He adds. Was he seriously saying that? Namjoon was part of the most intense gang in Korea. What made him think they wouldn't kill him? You unlock the door and walk inside before closing and locking the door behind you.

You walk him over to the bedroom, before laying him on the bed. "Wait, don't put your face on the pillow, let me wash you up." You say running over to the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth before soaking it in warm water. You walk back over to him and you sit on the edge of the bed. You lightly dab the blood off his skin. You hadn't noticed that he was staring at you.

"I don't deserve you." He says. You stare at him. "What makes you think you're undeserving?" You ask. "Y/n.. I put your life in danger everyday. You don't deserve that." You lightly dab his bottom lip. "None of that matters." You whisper. "So your life doesn't matter? They're coming for me now, and it's all my fault."

"I don't care what you think, Namjoon. I love you and I'm staying with you." You say, you look at him through watery eyes. "You're my ride or die." You add in a whisper. He stares at you. "You're crazy.. but that's why I'm madly in love with you." He smiles to himself. "You're the reason why I want to leave the gang. I'm tired of the stealing and killing. I just want to live with my baby girl in peace." He says setting his hand on your thigh.

You finish cleaning up his face, he falls asleep. You stare at him for a while, remembering how he was very scary at first. But you fell hard for him, and you knew that you wanted him. You walk over to the bathroom and rinse the cloth before throwing it in the trash, knowing that it's stained.

You grab the boxes of bandaids and walk back over to the bedroom. You cover his cuts with bandaids and you get ready for bed. You invite yourself to lay your head on his chest. In seconds you fall asleep to his warmth.

"Baby.." he calls me. I look up at him, "What if they come for me tonight?" He asks. You think for a while. "Then we should be together before they do." You suggest. "Like how?" You get on your elbows and look at him. "Like this.." you whisper, kissing his lips.

You ran your hands up and down his chest, dropping your hands to his hips before touching him over his clothes. He let's out a breath against your lips. You slowly pull away from him, sitting up in bed and pulling off your clothes.

You wasted no time pulling down his boxers and taking things into your own hands.

You sit on top of him, and you slowly enter him, he lays back and stares at you. He set his hands on your waist, holding you as you slowly rolled your hips into him. His runs his hands up your torso then down to your thighs.

You took your time, you wanted this to be meaningful. Who knew if you two would be alive after tonight? Who knew? You lean forward and kiss him lips, holding his face carefully as you slowly move your hips on top of him. His hands held your butt as he pushes and pulls your hips.

You feel him move his hips underneath you, making you moan quietly against his lips. "I love you." He whispers. You slowly part your face from his and look him in the eyes. "Don't talk to me like we won't see each other again, not tonight." You say, kissing him back.

You felt yourself on the verge of tears, you sort of knew. But, it was complete denial. But still, you rode him slowly. You wanted him to feel nothing but pleasure. If tonight was the last night you'd see each other, you wanted him to remember this. How it felt to be inside you, how it felt to feel good. How you looked without clothes.

The love making only lasted a few minutes more before you two held each other close and hugged until you two fell asleep.

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It felt like your head is dangling, you try to force yourself to wake up. But your eyes wouldn't listen to you. Then you feel your body being set in a seat of some sort, fear takes over and you open your eyes. "Namjoon!" You cry looking around. "I'm right here baby." He says making your heart rate go back to normal for a second.

Then you realize that he had sat you in the car. "N-Namjoon... what's going on?" You ask. "They're coming for me... and I don't want you to be here when they do." Tears fill your eyes. "No! I'm staying with you." You tell him. "You're going with my friend." He says. You turn and see a the man in the seat. "I'm not leaving." You tell him. "Why won't you listen to me?" His eyes water as he holds your face.

"I told you, you're my ride or die." You say. He shakes his head. "Not this time baby." He whispers. "Yes." You fight back. "No." He argues. Your tears fall. He kisses your lips and reopens the car door, shoving you inside. "Namjoon, no." You cry. When he closes the car door, and Seokjin takes off. "No!!!! Stop the car!!!" You scream.

"Namjoon specifically told me-", "I DON'T CARE!! Go back!!" You cry, but of course he doesn't listen. Namjoon gave him orders. You lean back in the seat, tears flowing down your cheeks. "Namjoon.." you whimper.

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