Jimin placed his phone on his desk with the screen faced down coolly as he sat in his voluminous velvety leather office chair in his spacious office, the interior designed for high-end modern luxury. His face remained expressionless as he interlocked his hands on his crossed legs in his chair, staring at the device as his mind lingered around the recent call.

It was mildly annoying that he had been in long and tedious meetings all day, and now that he'd heard his new favourite thing had gone missing. His brow twitched in irritation. He could only suspect one culprit. 

Jimin pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a frustrated sigh.

"It seems as though Miss (L/n) has gotten herself into a bit of a pickle," Jimin commented aloud. The only other person in the room was Daehyun, as usual not uttering a word and standing with his shoulders taught and arms behind his back in a strictly professional manner. 

"Usually I would wait it out, but Namjoon is rather a loose cannon and I would prefer her pretty little self to be unharmed," Jimin's eyes swept over to his personal assistant and body guard, Daehyun. "Assemble a small recon team to find the whereabouts of Kim Namjoon. When you find him, let me know."

Daehyun bowed robotically and left the office without hesitation, striding away with purpose. 

Jimin let out a breath and craned his neck looking up at the ceiling. 

Is all of this effort over one girl worth it? He pondered.

He drew in his bottom lip with his teeth nibbling on it absentmindedly. Then, he giggled to himself.

"I think it might be."

The following night went by in a blur, leaving you shivering and having vague dreams of your mother in happier days before her death, until it was suddenly the next day, early afternoon. 

Your head seemed to have taken on a dull ache, from a few things; the time Namjoon had knocked you out to when he had forced you to consume a high percentage of alcohol and to being quite dehydrated by this point. The migraine had been so constant that you had merely grown used to it by now. Your throat was parched. You'd do anything for some water right about now.

Namjoon was nowhere to be seen when you finally woke up, allowing the stiffness in your body to relax slightly, not having to be constantly on guard whether he was going to attack you or not. 

You forced yourself up onto your feet, your mission to find water your top priority and hopefully something to eat as you were also famished. 

You were cautious as you left the room, instincts on alert and eyes scanning left to right for sign of any people. Who knew how many people came and went in this place. You could only hope that your moving around wouldn't be suspected as trying to escape. You were keen on keeping all of your limbs in attached to your body after-all. 

You had small hopes to run into Yong-sun as she seemed keen on offering you a hand the last time. You were grateful for her kindness, and you were also understanding to why she wouldn't help you escape. She would have to take the brunt of the consequences if she did. 

To your luck, you spotted Yong-sun alone in the open room (if you could consider it a room with it's half crumbled walls, missing door and debris swept at the sides) nibbling on a plain looking sandwich.

You gulped, envy filling your stomach as you watched her eat, a childish pout threatening to appear on your face. Your stomach grumbled.

Yong-sun's eyes flickered and she straightened upon seeing you. The woman offered a small smile, something akin to relief showing in her features. 

"Hey...how are you holding up?" she asked cautiously, trying to be delicate with her words since you were the one being held against your will. 

"I've been better," you replied grimly.

"Come sit. You must be starving," she said picking up the other half of the sandwich, holding it out to you. "It's not much, but that's all there is for now."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. And, call me Solar." 

You welcomed the slight comfort of having made a friend of sorts while being held prisoner in this shell of a building, full of unpredictable and dangerous people. 

"Okay, Solar." You offered a small smile.

With the echo of Namjoon's threat hanging in the air, you and Yong-sun ate in silence. There was one question that remained at the forefront of your thoughts that you wanted to ask the female next to you. 

"Do you...Know where he is right now?" you asked slowly, once you had finished your food. 

"He usually has some...errands to take care of. He probably won't be back until late as usual," she replied. "So we can relax, for now." 

You didn't miss the word she had chosen- we instead of just you. She was at his mercy just as much as you were. It also made you wonder if that the others that lived here were too. 

You had become curious about Yong-sun, who she was, where she came from and why she was here. You took a moment to study her features. Despite it being greasy and clinging to bits of dirt, her hair was a beautiful sunny blonde which reached just below her shoulders. Her skin wasn't as clean as it could be, but underneath it was porcelain and soft looking. From observing her, she didn't seem like the type at all to be in a place like this. 

"You know him?" you asked, interested in what their relationship really was.

"Sort of, well...not anymore, exactly," she replied unsurely.

You tilted your head to show that you didn't quite understand.

"He's not the same. And I don't mean that he's changed over time. I've known Namjoon for years, and one day, months ago, he just..." she paused trying to collect her words. "One day he came back different, like someone had wiped the slate of his personality clean and rewritten a new one. From being someone so understanding and with all the patience in the world he suddenly acquired a short fuse. Small things would set him off and he would go on a rampage."

Well...You hadn't expected that. He just changed all of a sudden? He never used to be like this?

As in he didn't used to stalk and kidnap girls and force distilled spirits down their throats? Hm.

Solar continued. "He's always been clever, but that intelligence has turned to be manipulative...I'm sorry but you just don't change like that so suddenly. It was like someone flicked a switch in him and he went...bad."

Like fruit. When you leave sticky sweet fruit out, and it attracts the ants, flies insects and wasps to feast upon it. It festers and goes bad quickly...

"One day I saw him in a fight outside. It was broad daylight and I know- I know what I saw. It was only a second, but I'm sure I could have sworn his eyes were black...like something demonic," she explained shivering.

Alarm bells started to go off in your head. Why did things like this always seem to follow you around where-ever you went? What she was saying was too hard to ignore and easy to link to what you had learned about most of your life. These were all tell-tale signs of someone being possessed.

'"I could have sworn his eyes were black..."'

There were ways to find out, but you had limited resources at your disposal in your current moment and location, plus, how could you do them without him catching on to what you were doing?

Thoughts of escaping had dimmed from your mind, in fear that if you attempted it Yong-sun would pay the price. Although you had only just met her, you knew she didn't deserve getting seriously hurt, no one did. And it would be your fault.

Exposing Namjoon was the only thing you could do at this point, that's if he really was possessed and not just a raging psychopath that got into fights and kidnapped women. 

You had read the verses enough times to remember a majority of the chant, but without tying his body down and rendering him harmless for a period of time would be no easy task. There was another way to check if someone was possessed...

Iron. 

An idea formed inside your head.

You turned to Youg-sun. 

"This is going to sound crazy, and I know we barely know each other but you're going to have to trust my word," you said to her.

Her gaze was solely focused on you, her attention unwavering and greatly curious. 

"What do you mean?" Her brows pinched together.

"What if I told you that your suspicions were correct, and that man that you think you know is not Namjoon?" You always hated this part. You hated sounding crazy and spouting stuff that was nonsense to others. 

"You believe me?" she asked slightly baffled. 

You nodded. "And I can prove it. But you have to help me, can you do that?"

"I can try, but it depends on what you need help with..."

"All I need is a bit of iron. And a file to shave off some iron filings," you said, cringing at yourself for coming out with something that must have seemed extremely confusing to Solar. 

Although she looked dubious, the blonde nodded her head slowly. 

"Um, you seem to know exactly what you're talking about even though I haven't the faintest clue to why you need iron but I'm in no place to talk," she chuckled nervously. She cleared her throat. "There will be a crow-bar or two lying around somewhere. And Seung-hyun has a file in the tool-box he's put somewhere."

"That's perfect."

Without wasting another second, yourself and Solar scoured the secluded parts of the building for anything made of iron, and also searched for Seung-hyun's toolbox alongside your main task. 

As the two of you foraged and searched, something dawned on you. Feeling sharp things stick into your feet, you looked down to realise that all this time you hadn't been wearing any shoes. You found that being kidnapped and assaulted that all the stress and pressure of needing to escape would make one completely oblivious to whether they were wearing appropriate attire. You were completely absorbed in keeping yourself unharmed and out of Namjoon's way that you forgot your weren't even wearing shoes.

You cursed yourself, hoping to God that your thick socks would hold out for as long as possible. You wanted to just sit down and cry right then and there. However there was more important matters to attend to. 

There were plenty of iron bars poking out of the walls structure where the bricks had fallen or crumbled away. 

It didn't take long for Yong-sun to find Seung-hyun's toolbox, which had been wedged in between a hole of bricks to hide from prying eyes. In your search for it you learned from Solar that Seung-hyun used his tools for break ins and other questionable deeds that were all against the law... You couldn't help but think that Solar really had fallen in with the wrong crowd, but you had yet to learn why. 

Solar sifted through the toolbox for a file, before finding one and handing it to you, all the while trying not to look too suspicious if someone were to wander past and question what the two of you were doing. 

You accepted it from her and chose one of the many bits of iron you found within the walls and began sawing off tiny dust like filings of iron that sprinkled to the floor.

Once you felt you had enough, the two of you made your way back to the top floor where Namjoon had originally taken you.

"What are you intending to do with...that?" Yong-sun asked, her eyes flickering down to the ash like iron filings spilling from your fist.

She watched as you strode into Namjoon's 'room', scanned it and picked up one of the untouched bottles of absinthe. 

"For this to work, he needs to consume this," you replied, uncapping the concentrated beverage. 

You emptied some of the contents you had collected into the bottle and closed the cap, the liquid murky enough to conceal the miniscule floating pieces of iron.

"But I don't understand how this will help us, or... Namjoon." 

"Remember you told me what you thought you saw. His personality, and his eyes changing. If this works, it will expose him and weaken him to an extent," you explained to her, hoping she would understand a little. The look in her eyes told you that she didn't, but she still didn't oppose to your plan, as stupid and reckless as it may be. 

Now, it was a waiting game. A dangerous one. 

Night had fallen once again and the building was quiet, other than the occasional shuffle of a rodent outside or the shatter of a bottle downstairs and the murmuring of newcomers looking for shelter or somewhere to sniff lines.

Choi Seung-hyun had disappeared. Where too, you weren't entirely sure but you found that you could relax slightly, being content with Yong-sun's presence alone. You hadn't run into Juwon all day either, which you saw as a blessing. 

You couldn't help but feel guilt well up within you. You thought about the others finding out that you were missing and causing them to worry. You felt that's all you were doing nowadays, causing people to fret and worry over you. All they ever did was care about you and worry themselves sick and you would just go get yourself into trouble again, over and over.

He came back bloody. Dry blood on his face, his clothes and more prominently his knuckles. It wasn't easy to tell whether it was his own or not. His footsteps were heavy, just like his breaths as he trudged by Solar in the open room, into his own 'room' where you sat stock still on the mattress watching him cautiously. He paid you no heed as he passed by, as if you weren't there in the first place. 

As you had predicted, Namjoon went straight for the alcohol, having you hold your breath hoping he would pick up the bottle closest to him. You had placed it strategically after all. To your relief, he picked up the one you had tampered with. 

You thought about hitting him with the talisman while his back was turned, as you had previously with Hoseok and Jungkook. However you just knew that would go badly and you probably wouldn't even be successful just touching him with the talisman. It was the most effective way, hitting it into them thrust the other entity possessing their body into a dormancy, allowing the host to momentarily gain control. But, you were not going to risk it. 

You watched perhaps too eagerly as he brought the bottle to his lips, tilting the beverage into his mouth. You couldn't help but hold your breath as your gaze burned into the side of his face, watching for any sign of change. 

A sigh passed his lips as he lowered the bottle, something like disappointment showing on his features.

"You've ruined my drink..."

Something unpleasant crawled up your spine. You drew in a short breath. 

"You seem to think I would be willing to play your little game...my lamb," he drawled, rolling his neck. He let the bottle of absinthe slip from his cut and bruised fingers, the bottle clanking to the floor making you jump. 

Panic struck through you. 

Namjoon's eyes slid over to you, and what hit you was their appearance. They were still a human brown. Dark, but still human. 

Shit. But then...Could he taste the iron? Was he not really possessed by a malicious spirit?

Namjoon turned, causing you to sit up straighter, legs tensing in case you needed to make a break for it. You eyed the tick in his jaw and the hands he balled into fists.

"You know what, I think I'll humour you."

Instead of targeting you, Namjoon strode out of the room. You scrambled to your feet and followed, thinking of Yong-sun who was next door. 

Your fear heightened as he went for Yong-sun who seemed startled at his sudden appearance, jumping up and backing away. 

All too quickly Namjoon was upon her, grabbing the side of her face and smashing her head against the bricks behind her. Her eyes fluttered closed in the split of a second later.

"Solar!" you shouted out as her body fell to the floor limp like the strings of a puppet snapping loose.

Oh God, oh God, please be okay!  You inwardly cried. How could I have been this wrong!? All the signs were pointing to him being possessed! 

"One thing you haven't learned in the short time that you have been here is not to push me. It's like you want me to punish you," Namjoon said, nudging Solar's unconscious body with his foot. "Or maybe..." He turned his attention back to you. "That's your kind of thing."

You gritted your teeth and balled your fists, shaking with adrenaline and disgust. You felt revulsion run through you at his insinuation. 

Namjoon cleared the space between you in two wide paces and shoved your back painfully against the wall by your neck.

"I'd like to see what makes you tick. What makes you uncomfortable? What makes you angry, hm?" he mused.

He leaned down to you slightly causing you to flinch and close your eyes tightly shut, not wanting any part of what he was planning.

You felt the strange sensation of something warm and wet press against the base of your neck, causing you to let out a shudder as it dragged upwards languidly. 

Namjoon dragged his tongue slowly up your neck in one heated lick that had you cringing in disgust. He lingered against your skin longer than necessary, leaving a trail of salvia along your neck in his wake. He pulled away, his dark brown orbs bored into your eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He was enjoying making you squirm a little too much. He enjoyed installing this wonderful fear in your eyes. 

He could tell you were so badly trying to hide it and put on a strong front, but to him your eyes were like the water at the bottom of a well. He could see in the dark, and he could see at the very bottom of your well into the depths of dark water and see the fear that you truly felt swimming about. No one else would be able to see so far down, but Namjoon could. 

It absorbed him and he found himself unable to look away. This was almost addicting.

Namjoon moved away, studying your sweet expression. He glanced over at Yong-sun.

"If that doesn't work, then what about if I entertain your new friend here? You two seem to be getting along nicely after only knowing each other for a day."

He lifted Yong-sun's head up by her long blonde locks, the action not even causing her to stir.

"Stop it!" you screamed, ready to rush into him just to get him to leave her alone. He let go of her hair, letting her head drop against the makeshift carpet that covered the cement below it. 

A smirk made its way onto his mouth. His hand reached into his pocket, pulling out something that was highly irrelevant to the situation. A fucking lollipop.  

The way Namjoon was messing with you, playing with you. He knew it was getting under your skin. He found such enjoyment to see a flame flicker to life in your eyes, getting you angry with yourself for being so helpless and pitiful.

It was the best thing really, being angry not at others but with one's self. It pushed you to limits, it made you do things you wouldn't do without the anger simmering under your skin or raging in your belly.

"You thought it would be that easy?"

You shot him a glare, your frustration mixing with a twinge of rising fear.

"You forget that I know exactly what you are, babe," he began, voice deep and encased in malicious threat. "And I'm not about to let you tear me from this body."

Bringing the lollipop back up to his mouth, his the corner of his lips twitched with a small smirk.

Namjoon blinked, and the whole of his eyes switched to a horrific obsidian. 

Okay, I know I said I would update this yesterday but some things came up and I didn't get to finish it in time, so I'm sorry about that ^^' but anyways, here it is!

I wanted to keep it to twelve chapters per part, but I messed up fitting all of this part into twelve chapters so that's why there will be a part 2 to this chapter :) 

And also I may be updating a little faster now that December is over, since I was insanely busy this month, I just didn't have the time to write :( but now I will have a little more time! -Rikki

p.s I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and have a Happy New Year! x

UNEDITED 

Dec. 31. 2020