so, in this fanfic, you & namjoon are dating & you two have decided to go to a haunted house for halloween night. he dresses up as a 60’s greaser ( if y’all don’t know what that is, look it up hehe ), & i’ll let your pretty little heads imagine what you’re dressed up as
“wow! look at you, handsome,” you tell namjoon, once you see him walk up the stairs where you are waiting in line for the haunted house. he smirks and flips up the collar on his leather jacket. “don’t i look..tough?” he asks you, striking a pose. you laugh and say, “very,” you grab his collar, pulling him in for a kiss. “thanks for waiting, i wanted to get a cool costume. this came to mind at the last minute,” he tells you, moving with the line. “oh, no problem. it was definitely worth it, you do look..cool,” you wink.
once inside, the haunted house is definitely spooky. there are blood stains on the walls, strobe lights flashing, the set is old looking and antique. you make a small noise from fear. namjoon notices, and grabs your hand, and you relax. a loud voice booms from around the whole room, “welcome! i see we have a young, happy couple here tonight. well, let us hope they make it out alive, hm?” the announcement ends with a long, comical laugh. you shiver. namjoon pulls you in against his chest, “you ready for this?” he asks you. you look up at him, “oh yeah. get ready to get spooked!” you yell as you punch him playfully in the stomach. he folds, “aw, that hurt,” he laughs.
walking down the hallway, the wallpaper ripped, and the floor creaking with every step you take. you turn the corner, and an old lady jumps out, screaming in pain. you jump. she turns, showing an ax that is shoved into her back. she whispers, “get away from here, children. before he gets you!” she falls to the floor, unmoving. namjoon shakes his head sadly. “oh no, who’s gonna feed her cats now?” he laughs. you playfully slap his arm. “what? she looked like a cat lady..” you continue on. ahead of you, there is a staircase, leading down to a basement. you look down to the blackness. “ooo, you first, young, buff, and handsome,” you push namjoon. he stumbles, “uh, no, miss. ladies first,” he gestures to the stairs. “ugh, okay, scaredy cat,” you take the first step. a loud, pitchy scream cries out. you jump, and run back to namjoon. he laughs and takes a hold of your chin. shaking it slightly, he says, “okay, okay. i’ll go first,”
walking with you behind him, holding his hand, he takes the first step. silence. he continues. at the bottom of the staircase, all you see is pitch black, and some occasional flickers of light, here and there. you shiver again. namjoon wraps you in a bear hug and you smile and take a deep breath. you take a step forward, and something grabs at your leg. you yell with namjoon. “you got grabbed at, too!?” you ask. “no! you frightened me, you dummy!” he shakes you. you take another step. and another. and another. a young girl in a dress runs up to you. “are you my mommy? will you be my mommy? my mommy isn’t here and my daddy says he..took care of her. will you be my mommy?” the child begs, pulling at your shirt. “oh no, not yet, honey,” you say to the girl, pushing her away. the girl sniffles. “no one loves me!” she screams, running away. you sigh. suddenly, a scream, a gun shot, a thud. you push back farther into namjoon. he rubs your back.
you finally reach the door on the other side of the basement. namjoon releases you, and opens the door. knives drop from the doorframe. namjoon jumps back. “aw, man. i can’t act tough. it’s so annoying,” he complains, smiling. he holds the door open for you, and gestures out. now, you are in a living room. couches with old flower prints, ancient looking pictures on dusty tables. namjoon pokes at your back. you jump, then spin around, facing him. you slap his arm, saying, “do you know where we are? i think my heart could handle enough fear for today with just the haunted house, not you too?” he pouts and looks down. “i’m sorry. i thought it was funny,” he says in a cute manner, swaying. you roll your eyes, smiling. he kisses your cheek, and says, “sorry, i don’t mean to get your heart racing like that,” you kiss his cheek back, “whatever, you get it racing anyway,”
you hold his hand and look around the room. “wow. this stuff is so ancient. i mean, look at this-” your sentence stops short. you grabbed at a pillow on a couch, and it exploded in a cloud of feathers. you stand, in the middle of the feathers, breathing fast, wide eyed. you look to namjoon. he’s covering his mouth, trying to hide his smile. you can see his chest rising from his laughter. you roll your eyes, and say, “you can laugh,” he bursts. he falls to the floor, giggling. you just stare, half annoyed and half in love. he sighs, and stands. “woo, so, that was interesting,” he smiles.
suddenly, the door leading out bangs open. you both turn to look. at the door, stands a shadow of a man, holding a knife. namjoon grabs your waist. “oh no, i don’t like this,” he says slowly. the man takes a step forward, you both take a step back. the man starts, “haven’t you seen what i have done to my family? please! leave. me. alone!” he throws the knife. you both duck. you hear the knife go through the wall behind you. you stand. “we-we’re not a-afraid of you,” you say shakily. namjoon leans in, and whispers into your ear, “well, uh, see, i’m afraid,” you shake your head. “duh. me too. we can’t let him know that though,” namjoon nods. “okay, okay. got it,” he stands next to you. “yeah! what she said! we ain’t afraid of you!, he yells at the man. the man laughs slowly. he takes a step forward. “and why, children, are you not?” he asks. you think. “because, we know this is an act?” you suggest. the man laughs loud. “an act? now, if it was an act, you would all be playing by the script very well” the lights flicker out. “oh no. oh no no no,” namjoon says worriedly. “where-where are you?” you ask namjoon, unable to find him in the dark. “i’m right..here?” he asks unsure. the lights flicker back on, you look up. once your eyes adjust, you see the man in front of you. he’s smiling a wide grin and creepily says, “peekaboo. i got you,” the lights flicker out again. a scream, a bang. the lights turn on brightly. you look around, trying to find namjoon. the room is empty, you start to panic. you run to the door, pulling it open. inside, you see namjoon, sitting in a chair, hands tied behind him. he looks up to you, and sighs a sigh of relief. “oh my gosh, that..that was crazy,” you hold your chest, feeling your heart beat slow down to normal. “uh, yeah! that was wild,” you rush to namjoon and untie him.
once untied, he stands with you, rubbing his hands. “ah, that..kinda hurt,” he tells you. you kiss his hands. “good thing it’s over,” you take a hold of his hand, and walk out of the room. “so, that was a fun little trip, wasn’t it?” namjoon asks sarcastically. you laugh, “that was definitely..interesting. definitely scary, so good job haunted house,” you nod at the staff. namjoon bends his head down to your shoulder. “i’m glad we survived that together,” he kisses your cheek. you move your head to kiss his lips and you feel his face heat up. laughing, you pull away and link your arms with him, walking away into the night.
so, idk how this fanfiction will go down w the public. ik that there’ll be like tWo people who actually enjoy it?? but feel free to make any comments & i hope you liked it! y’all are beautiful, stay that way
“wow! look at you, handsome,” you tell namjoon, once you see him walk up the stairs where you are waiting in line for the haunted house. he smirks and flips up the collar on his leather jacket. “don’t i look..tough?” he asks you, striking a pose. you laugh and say, “very,” you grab his collar, pulling him in for a kiss. “thanks for waiting, i wanted to get a cool costume. this came to mind at the last minute,” he tells you, moving with the line. “oh, no problem. it was definitely worth it, you do look..cool,” you wink.
once inside, the haunted house is definitely spooky. there are blood stains on the walls, strobe lights flashing, the set is old looking and antique. you make a small noise from fear. namjoon notices, and grabs your hand, and you relax. a loud voice booms from around the whole room, “welcome! i see we have a young, happy couple here tonight. well, let us hope they make it out alive, hm?” the announcement ends with a long, comical laugh. you shiver. namjoon pulls you in against his chest, “you ready for this?” he asks you. you look up at him, “oh yeah. get ready to get spooked!” you yell as you punch him playfully in the stomach. he folds, “aw, that hurt,” he laughs.
walking down the hallway, the wallpaper ripped, and the floor creaking with every step you take. you turn the corner, and an old lady jumps out, screaming in pain. you jump. she turns, showing an ax that is shoved into her back. she whispers, “get away from here, children. before he gets you!” she falls to the floor, unmoving. namjoon shakes his head sadly. “oh no, who’s gonna feed her cats now?” he laughs. you playfully slap his arm. “what? she looked like a cat lady..” you continue on. ahead of you, there is a staircase, leading down to a basement. you look down to the blackness. “ooo, you first, young, buff, and handsome,” you push namjoon. he stumbles, “uh, no, miss. ladies first,” he gestures to the stairs. “ugh, okay, scaredy cat,” you take the first step. a loud, pitchy scream cries out. you jump, and run back to namjoon. he laughs and takes a hold of your chin. shaking it slightly, he says, “okay, okay. i’ll go first,”
walking with you behind him, holding his hand, he takes the first step. silence. he continues. at the bottom of the staircase, all you see is pitch black, and some occasional flickers of light, here and there. you shiver again. namjoon wraps you in a bear hug and you smile and take a deep breath. you take a step forward, and something grabs at your leg. you yell with namjoon. “you got grabbed at, too!?” you ask. “no! you frightened me, you dummy!” he shakes you. you take another step. and another. and another. a young girl in a dress runs up to you. “are you my mommy? will you be my mommy? my mommy isn’t here and my daddy says he..took care of her. will you be my mommy?” the child begs, pulling at your shirt. “oh no, not yet, honey,” you say to the girl, pushing her away. the girl sniffles. “no one loves me!” she screams, running away. you sigh. suddenly, a scream, a gun shot, a thud. you push back farther into namjoon. he rubs your back.
you finally reach the door on the other side of the basement. namjoon releases you, and opens the door. knives drop from the doorframe. namjoon jumps back. “aw, man. i can’t act tough. it’s so annoying,” he complains, smiling. he holds the door open for you, and gestures out. now, you are in a living room. couches with old flower prints, ancient looking pictures on dusty tables. namjoon pokes at your back. you jump, then spin around, facing him. you slap his arm, saying, “do you know where we are? i think my heart could handle enough fear for today with just the haunted house, not you too?” he pouts and looks down. “i’m sorry. i thought it was funny,” he says in a cute manner, swaying. you roll your eyes, smiling. he kisses your cheek, and says, “sorry, i don’t mean to get your heart racing like that,” you kiss his cheek back, “whatever, you get it racing anyway,”
you hold his hand and look around the room. “wow. this stuff is so ancient. i mean, look at this-” your sentence stops short. you grabbed at a pillow on a couch, and it exploded in a cloud of feathers. you stand, in the middle of the feathers, breathing fast, wide eyed. you look to namjoon. he’s covering his mouth, trying to hide his smile. you can see his chest rising from his laughter. you roll your eyes, and say, “you can laugh,” he bursts. he falls to the floor, giggling. you just stare, half annoyed and half in love. he sighs, and stands. “woo, so, that was interesting,” he smiles.
suddenly, the door leading out bangs open. you both turn to look. at the door, stands a shadow of a man, holding a knife. namjoon grabs your waist. “oh no, i don’t like this,” he says slowly. the man takes a step forward, you both take a step back. the man starts, “haven’t you seen what i have done to my family? please! leave. me. alone!” he throws the knife. you both duck. you hear the knife go through the wall behind you. you stand. “we-we’re not a-afraid of you,” you say shakily. namjoon leans in, and whispers into your ear, “well, uh, see, i’m afraid,” you shake your head. “duh. me too. we can’t let him know that though,” namjoon nods. “okay, okay. got it,” he stands next to you. “yeah! what she said! we ain’t afraid of you!, he yells at the man. the man laughs slowly. he takes a step forward. “and why, children, are you not?” he asks. you think. “because, we know this is an act?” you suggest. the man laughs loud. “an act? now, if it was an act, you would all be playing by the script very well” the lights flicker out. “oh no. oh no no no,” namjoon says worriedly. “where-where are you?” you ask namjoon, unable to find him in the dark. “i’m right..here?” he asks unsure. the lights flicker back on, you look up. once your eyes adjust, you see the man in front of you. he’s smiling a wide grin and creepily says, “peekaboo. i got you,” the lights flicker out again. a scream, a bang. the lights turn on brightly. you look around, trying to find namjoon. the room is empty, you start to panic. you run to the door, pulling it open. inside, you see namjoon, sitting in a chair, hands tied behind him. he looks up to you, and sighs a sigh of relief. “oh my gosh, that..that was crazy,” you hold your chest, feeling your heart beat slow down to normal. “uh, yeah! that was wild,” you rush to namjoon and untie him.
once untied, he stands with you, rubbing his hands. “ah, that..kinda hurt,” he tells you. you kiss his hands. “good thing it’s over,” you take a hold of his hand, and walk out of the room. “so, that was a fun little trip, wasn’t it?” namjoon asks sarcastically. you laugh, “that was definitely..interesting. definitely scary, so good job haunted house,” you nod at the staff. namjoon bends his head down to your shoulder. “i’m glad we survived that together,” he kisses your cheek. you move your head to kiss his lips and you feel his face heat up. laughing, you pull away and link your arms with him, walking away into the night.
so, idk how this fanfiction will go down w the public. ik that there’ll be like tWo people who actually enjoy it?? but feel free to make any comments & i hope you liked it! y’all are beautiful, stay that way
poor Namjoon had to go through that 