⚠️TW⚠️ This chapter has kidnapping and gunshot.
Y/N's P.O.V.
"Hey, Namjoon, did you eat lunch yet?" I asked, preparing lunch. We were home alone because my parents were at work. I didn't bother waiting for them and made lunch for me and Namjoon because I was starving.
"No," he answered, approaching me. I looked at him, finding his purple hair a bit messy. His undercut was showing and that honestly made him look hot. Hair is everything, isn't it?
"Your hair is messy," I stated, making my way towards him and fixing his hair. As I fixed his hair he kept looking at me, admiring me. I finished fixing his hair and made eye contact with him, holding it. He wants me to fall in love? I'll act in love.
"Cute," he mumbled before looking away. Normally, I would actually get flustered if someone did this to me but I didn't now. Knowing his intention of this makes me want to gag instead of feeling flustered or falling in love.
"The lunch is ready. Let's eat," I said, ignoring his remark. I put the food on the table as he sat down. I poured him and myself a glass of water, not forgetting to do my plan. "Here you go." I handed him his glass of water.
He took it. "Thank you." I sat down and we started eating the food I prepared. My eyes got locked on him when he lifted his glass of water and drank from it. "Why are you gazing at me with such intensity?" he asked, chuckling lightly.
I cleared my throat and smiled. "You're just looking gorgeous."
"Thank you. I am indeed," he said proudly and continued drinking his water. My smile would've dropped at his confidence but the fact that he is drinking that drink makes me genuinely happy.
We finished eating, washed the dishes and then sat in the living-room. I offered to watch a movie and he agreed.
"I am feeling quite drowsy. May I ask for your permission to rest my head on your shoulder?" he asked.
My lip twitched. "Sure, I don't mind." I felt the weight of his head slowly getting put on my shoulder. It didn't take him more than five minutes before I heard his soft snores and heavy breath. "Namjoon?" I called, getting no response.
Bingo.
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Gosh, did I drug him too much?
Namjoon's been asleep for hours. Actually, a whole day. I put one of our men to watch him over night. I just came here an hour ago and it's been pretty boring watching him fully asleep, tied on a chair. What did I do in this hour you may ask? Scroll Tiktok. The most useless thing ever and it's pretty sad that I'm wasting my time because of this ass to be honest.
A whimper coming from Namjoon caused me to look up from my phone. I put my phone away and carefully watched him. He looked uncomfortable as he tried shifting on his spot. Another whimper left him before his eyes opened. His head was turned to the side so he didn't see me yet. He noticed that he was tied up and looked around only to find me in front of him.
"Well, the prince is awake," I said.
"Oh," he mumbled with absolutely no shock visible on his face. "Of course it's you."
"Well yes, of course it's me. I wouldn't let anyone else get near you," I answered.
"I am aware of that," he said, seeming not to care.
"Cool, then I don't have to explain to you why you're here." I sat down on a chair a bit far away from him and leaned towards him with my hands clasped together.
"No, you don't. Now if you would excuse me, I must take my leave," he suddenly said making me look at him in disbelief.
"What?"
"Kindly release me, please. You do not have the right to detain me any longer," the prince said firmly as he passed me a warming smile. "I demand that you let me go now."
"Who do you think you are?" I asked, raising a brow. "Do you think you have the right to boss me around?"
"Technically, yes. I am Kim Namjoon," he answered confidently, even though I had the power right now.
I snickered. "Get over yourself!"
"Verily, there seems to be no point in tethering me. I have no intention of fleeing, for I am oblivious to my surroundings, and I have no desire to return to the castle. Besides, you are not frightful in the slightest." I frowned at his words. The disrespect! "Your house is less expensive than my footwear, and thus, thou does not appear to be a very skilled or perilous mafia," he continued. How can a person be so disrespectful yet so respectful?! At least by his words I realised that my mother's decision was very good. We don't actually live where we live right now. We bought a small house so that Namjoon wouldn't suspect anything, and he didn't. We actually live in a big mansion that is clearly for criminals because of our gear inside.
"In truth, we could communicate in a friendly manner, even without my being restrained," Namjoon continued talking. "The act of tying me up appears to be rather pointless-"
"Shut up," I uttered.
"Excuse me, but I must kindly remind you that you cannot silence me. As a prince, I have the right to speak my mind and express my thoughts freely. It is not within your power to shut me up or suppress my voice. So I kindly request that you hear me out and engage in a respectful dialogue with me, instead of trying to silence me."
I raised my gun at him as I stood up. "What did you say?"
"I said: You cannot silence me. As a prince, I have the right to speak-"
"Okay, okay, I get it!" I shut him up as I lowered my gun with a frown. He's really fearless. "Enough of discussing useless stuff because I'm not releasing you. Let's get to the point."
"Dear Y/N, I must respectfully disagree with you. I cannot see this is a useless topic. As a matter of fact, I believe that I can still persuade you to release me. Surely, you understand that keeping a prince captive is a crime and grave offense, and I implore you to reconsider your actions."
I clenched my fists as he was clearly getting on my nerves. He's absolutely fearless, annoying and full of himself. I want to kill him right here and there but my parents would go crazy if I did that. "Listen you little peace of *-"
"Pardon me, Mrs. Y/N, that is disrespectful and I feel degraded."
"I am not a 'Mrs'! Didn't I tell you to not call me that?!" I said sternly.
"I am aware," he said with a grin causing me to narrow my eyes. "I just wanted to degrade you back."
I gasped. *! "Excuse me?!"
"You are excused." The way I wanted to grab a knife and rip that ugly smile off his face right now was crazy. He was irritating me on purpose and I felt weak because I fell for his spell.
I took a deep breath and sat back down. "Now enough of your nonsense! I want you to join our mafia. It's your choice though. If you disagree then I have other things for you. Do you want to join our mafia?"
"Pardon me?" he asked in disbelief.
"You have one *ing minute or this country will be left with no prince!" I said, pointing my gun at him.
"You may end my life. I do not care! You will only be deprived of the probability of becoming the coming time's princess." I held the urge to drop my jaw in surprise. He has considered to marry me. "Or of the probability of having a prince in your mafia clan."
"Whatever! What's your answer?" I asked, still with the gun pointed at him.
"No, I will not join you."
I sighed, lowering my gun, and sat down. "Fine. I want you to clear our names from the royal family and give at least one billion dollars to us. After that I want to meet Daniel to throw some hands, but that ain't so important. Last but most important is to fake your death."
"No," he immediately answered. "What is the purpose of this?"
"Not being seen as criminals, getting money and cutting off the royal bloodline," I answered.
"I do understand your desire for financial gain and to clear your name, but I must respectfully decline your offer to fake my own death. Such an act would bring immense grief to my beloved parents, especially to my dear mother. Moreover, I refuse of cutting of the royal blood line. However, I am willing to provide you with all the money you desire, as a gesture of goodwill. Let us find a solution that does not involve such drastic measures," he offered.
"No. Cut the royal blood line!" I ordered.
"Why?"
"My grandma wanted to marry your grandfather. She couldn't so she wanted to cut the royal blood line. Instead of us, her children and grandchildren, trying to marry someone royal, which is nearly impossible, we are trying to cut the blood line," I explained.
"Marry me," he suddenly said.
My eyes slightly widened. "What?"
"Marry me, Y/N," Namjoon said again.
Such a hypocrite! "Stop this *. We both know you want to marry someone you love-"
"I love y-"
"And you don't love me," I continued. "Don't try lying to me. Your acting thingie won't work on me. I'm the best at knowing when someone is in love with me and you're not." He stayed silent for a moment.
"Alright, I confirm your assumptions," he confirmed, looking away. "Now let me go," he demanded.
"*," I mumbled lowly.
"Who are you calling *?!" he asked.
"You! Who else? Is anyone else in this room?"
"No, I thought you were addressing yourself," he said boldly.
I gasped and raised me gun at him. "Do you want to die?"
"You would not kill me," he stated confidently.
I pulled the trigger, aiming it away from him, as an attempt to scare him. I raised a brow and smirked. "What about now?" Unfortunately, he didn't even flinch.
"You still did not kill me. You are unable of killing me." I wanted to kill him right there and then. He was getting on my nerves way too much and I didn't have the patience for this.
"You know what? I'm leaving you here. Goodbye!" I turned away and walked towards the door.
"Stop! I demand you to untie me!" He said, stopping me in my traces.
"How about no?" I turned to face him. "You've gotten on my nerves way too much and deserve to stay in here, alone, tied up and with no food nor water. Bye *!" I turned around and walked to the door again.
"Pardon me! I demand your attention," he yelled, but I just ignored him and walked away.
If he wants to act annoying then I'll be annoying too.
Author's note:
If you skipped this chapter here's a summary:Y/N kidnapped Namjoon and told him that he has two choices; either join their mafia or clear out their names from the royal family, give at least one billion dollars to them then fake his death or marry Y/N. The main purpose was to cut the royal blood line because Y/N's grandma wanted to marry Namjoon's grandfather. She couldn't so she wanted to cut the royal blood line. Instead of her children and grandchildren trying to marry someone royal they tried to cut the royal bloodline. Unfortunately, Namjoon and Y/N kept teasing each other the whole time. Namjoon was left unharmed but was also left alone in the basement, with no food or water and still tied up. Namjoon did not choose any of the options yet.