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STS Ask My Muse - Namjoon

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The Ask My Muse interviews: Hobi & Sam / Tae & Jungkook / Jin / Namjoon / Jimin, Yoongi & Reader

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“Are you sure you’re going to be ok in there?”  Jin asks as I climb out of the car, leaning back through the open door in order to reply.  

The eldest vampire had offered to give me a lift to the twenty-four-hour cafe in which Namjoon had agreed to meet me, following the end of our interview, and to be honest I’d leapt at the chance.  It’s reassuring to know he’ll be sat right outside; I’ve no idea what state of mind the ex-leader will be in since his exile from the house, so I’d rather have a quick get-away available as a just-in-case rather than go in blind.  

“I picked a public place on purpose; I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I answer, and even I’m not oblivious to the fact that it sounds as though I’m trying to convince myself just as much as I am him.  

“Ok,” he answers unsurely, fingers gripped tight around the steering wheel,  “Well, I’ll be right out here if you need me.”  

“Thanks, Jin.”  I flash him a parting smile before straightening up and shutting the car door with a firm ‘thunk’, turning on the spot with my handbag clutched nervously to the side.  I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little anxious about this, but I reassure myself by remembering that trepidation is probably an appropriate response considering who I’m about to meet.  

I busy myself with ordered a coffee before I even set about trying to find Namjoon amongst the cafe’s tables, hoping that clutching a warm beverage between my hands might provide some comfort when sat face to face with him.  It’s funny, but I can almost pinpoint the exact moment when Namjoon catches me in his sights.  I may not be looking at his way, but the way all the hairs on the back of my neck suddenly stand on end for no reason at all is enough for me to know, without a doubt, that there’s no turning back now.  

Sure enough, when I turn from the counter with a caramel latte - extra hot - in hand, his eyes are the first I meet.  He’s dressed all in black - a long black coat, black polo neck and pants - and when he raises one singular hand to wave me over to the corner booth in which he sits  I find myself momentarily rooted to the spot for just a few, brief seconds of panic.  

I can do this.  I know I can do this.  

“Namjoon,” I greet with a slight nod of my head as I reach the side of his the table, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on the seat in which I intend to sit rather than on him, “Thank you for meeting me.”  

“The pleasure’s mine,” he replies, and I can hear the sly smile in his voice without even having to look up, “Please, sit.”  Nodding again, I slide into the booth, making myself as comfortable as I possibly can when I feel anything but.  “Did you find your way he-”

“I thought we’d just get right to it,” I interrupt, not wanting to drag this out for any longer than absolutely necessary, or risk letting it slip that Jin is so nearby, and when I finally do look upward and meet Namjoon’s gaze I find him smirking back at me, seemingly amused by my slightly terse tone.  

“As you like.”  I take out his cards, feeling glad that for once I’ve pre-planned the order in which they’ll be read.  

“Namjoon, which of the six others were you closest with after you all turned, and why?”  Taking a sip of my drink, I’m relieved to see my hands aren’t shaking as I lift the cup from the table, though I’ve no doubt he can hear the nervous racing of my heart.  

“Yoongi-hyung,” he answers after a beat or two of thought, leaning back in his seat, “He was the only one who ever really seemed to share my disdain for these creatures that we are.”

“If being a vampire is really so loathsome, why did you convince them all to turn with you?  Why didn’t you just leave them be?”  Infuriatingly enough, all Namjoon does is shrug.  

“Misery loves company.”  Clearly, I’m not getting any more out of him on that topic than that.  He extends an arm across the back of the booth, breathing deep as his head tilts to the side, smiling again at the annoyance that must be so plainly written across my face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I blurt out before I lose my nerve, and Namjoon lets out a short bark of a laugh, banging his palm against the faux leather seat just once, just hard enough to make me jump.  

“Is that your question, or someone else’s?” he asks, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Someone else’s,” I murmur back, and suddenly I’m rather glad it is.  Under the weight of his gaze I nervously shift, picking at the lid of my coffee as I wait for the answer that he seems in no hurry to provide.  

“I don’t think you have the time nor the inclination for me to do that question justice.  It might’ve been simpler to ask ‘what isn’t wrong with me’,” he finally answers, and part of me is pleased to hear that at least Namjoon - however twisted he might be - seems well aware of his multitude of flaws.  When he neglects to say anything further I take the hint, switching the order of the cards that are clutched tight between my clammy hands.  

“Well… whatever is or isn’t, it seems as though not everyone’s against you,” I muse, eyes shifting over the two cards I lay out across the table in front of me, both of which contain a similar message.  “There’s someone who’s asked for a kiss - someone professing their love and asking for you to marry them instead of pining for ___…”

“Some of you humans really don’t have any kind of self-preservation instinct, do you?” he asks with a roll of his eyes and a tired sigh, as if all of this was so very boring.  I suppose for someone of his IQ it very likely is.   “Call me cruel, but I have absolutely no desire to spend my time in the company of those who seem to have some ridiculous, romantic notion about my kind and what we are or what we do.”  

“Fair enough.”  I take a deep sip from my coffee, wincing when I almost burn my tongue in my haste to moisten the inside of my mouth.  It’s suddenly gone dry at the prospect of asking this next question, but bracing myself, I forge ahead.

“One of the readers would like to know whether you usually like your sex so rough, and was wondering whether you killing that red-head was just for show, or something you genuinely enjoy doing?”  Namjoon smirks, biting his lip as he observes the light blush that’s coloured my cheeks, and god, this would be so much easier if he wasn’t so devilishly handsome.  What has happened to all the movies of my childhood, where the villains were so easy to spot by their long, hooked noses, or dull, greasy hair?  

“The rougher the better,” he answers in a timbre that’s very close to a growl, “The more intense the better; the messier, the bloodier.  I would’ve ended that miserable girls life whether ___ had been watching or not, and yes, I would’ve still very much enjoyed it.”  

I can’t think of anything to say to that.  Subconsciously, I find myself leaning backwards into my seat in order to put some distance between myself and Namjoon, who now has his elbows on the table, hands clasped tightly in front of him.  He may still be smirking but now I look closer, past all the menace behind his smile, Namjoon actually appears to look rather tired - worn, almost - as though he hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in days.  

I decide to move on, unwilling to linger any more on that particular event or the dangerous glint it’s added to the darkness of his eyes.

“How do you feel about what you did to ___, now you’ve had the chance to calm down?”  Namjoon sighs heavily, breaking eye contact with me for the first time to look down at the table as his shoulders rise and fall.  

“What happened back at the house was… regrettable.  I never… I never intended to take it so far,” he admits, his voice softer than before, eyebrows drawn down into a frown as he begins to play with the silver ring that rests on his index finger, turning it round and round the digit,  “I wish she had listened to me - I wish she’d been able to see that everything I did, I did for us - but she refused to see reason.  She left me with no other choice.”  

It’s useless arguing with Namjoon, I know that.  Maybe given time he’ll be able to see the error of his ways, but not now.  Not yet.  

“I know you say you love her,” I begin, feeling slightly more at ease now that he seems less intent on looking at me.  He’s listening, I can tell that, but it almost looks as though his mind is elsewhere, cogs twisting and turning on other matters inside his head, “So hypothetically, if ___ were to come back to you… what would your next plans be?  Would you leave her human?  And what would you do about the others?”  

“I would do exactly as I’ve always promised her; treat her as my queen, keep her close at my side.”  His answer seems to come easily, as if he’s spent a lot of time already thinking about what would happen if the scenario I’ve given him ever came true. “We’d leave this place, just us two, so none of the others could find us.”  Namjoon pauses, looking me directly in the eyes with a serious expression, his full lips set in a firm line.  

“Contrary to what you might think, I don’t relish the thought of killing my brothers.  I would rather avoid them entirely, and have ___ join me in undeath only when she asks it of me.  It would be a waste to turn someone with blood so sweet until absolutely necessary.”  

“You almost made it sound as though you’d hold back on making ___ a vampire for her benefit, at first, but I get the feeling it’s for your own gain, more than anything,” I accuse, quickly regretting speaking so boldy when his eyes narrow at me from across the table, jaw clenching.  

“You’d understand if you’d ever have had a taste of her.”  

Let’s just get this over and done with…

“If you could go back and change one thing… what would it be?”  

For a long time, Namjoon just sits and stares at me - for so long, in fact, that I start to think he isn’t going to answer at all - but when he does, he says something entirely different from what I’m expecting.

“I’d go back right to the beginning when my sister first became ill,” he says quietly, looking away, “I wouldn’t waste so much time looking for a cure that never existed… I’d just try to spend as much time as I could with her in those last days - like I should’ve done to begin with.”  

Again, I’m a loss for what to say.  I’d expected him to say something sinister; go back and kill Jimin himself or formulate some other plot for ensuring ___ had ended up with him but… no.  All I can do is sit in the uncomfortable silence that grows between us, feeling my coffee slowly cool beneath my fingers.  

After a couple of minutes or so, Namjoon remains so lost in thought that I realise I’ll have to draw this to a close.  I’m glad I’d left that question until last, because even if it hadn’t have been I doubt I’d get anything more from him now.  

“Thank you for answering so honestly,” I say as I place the question cards back in my bag and rise from my seat, Namjoon’s attention suddenly snapping back to me when he registers my movement.  He nods, still vaguely distracted, and just as I’m about to leave he suddenly reaches out and grabs a hold of the jacket I’m wearing.  

The sudden physical contact makes me panic, very nearly throwing my coffee in his face before I realise that there’s no aggression in the way in which he’s holding onto me, or in the look that’s in his eyes.  He looks desperate if anything, and it leaves me feeling more conflicted than the whole time in which I’ve been sat opposite him.  

“If you see her… will you tell her…” Namjoon hesitates, gripping my jacket all the tighter for a moment, “WIll you tell her… that I’m sorry?”  

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A Really Long HC/Fic On The Ending of MML: Near Character Death Up Ahead...

Orton Mahlson reveals his scheme to the public via hologram after using Melissa to bring Zack and Milo to him. The man refers to Melissa as his daughter which leaves the two shocked, especially Milo who always believed Chief Chase is her dad and not Orton. Melissa confesses that she's been keeping her working for her dad from her friends and apologizes only for Orton to mock in false pity Twisting her explanation with lies, saying that she is just as into the idea of taking over the universe as he is. Also adds that Melissa readily agreed to befriend Milo and stay with him so he and some allies can spy on how things work around him and then later, she would betray him by taking Milo to her dad; Much to Melissa's astonishment which is entirely untrue. Sure she agreed to the task of letting her dad spy on them but the friendship with Milo is all sincere. She tries to convince her friends otherwise but Milo is too stunned, hurt to think clearly. Zack loses it however and snaps at Melissa in defense of Milo only to be sent away to a cell by two pistachio centurion; Shooting Melissa a cold glare that hurt her deeply. She looks at Milo in guilt only to find that Milo found his feels and now felt the pain of the betrayal set by his oldest and only friend before Zack. "After all we've been through.. Did the ten years really mean nothing to you?" "Milo, please listen to me I-!" "No. I've had enough of you and your lies. I was never a friend to you wasn't I? Admit it already. You see me the same way just like everyone else. A jinx." "That's not true, Milo you know that-! " Milo says nothing and turns away, his back facing her, his wrists still bound with metal cuffs. Melissa stands in dazed silence as she cries softly in remorse. She slowly turns to Orton with anger and betrayal in her tear-filled eyes. The man barely changed his expression feeling nothing at the sight of what his own doing did to her. "We've had an agreement Melissa. With great power comes sacrifice. You cannot risk your life around that jinx any further. But best assured, life will get better once all's been done. We will rule the universe and everyone will bow down at our feet! They'll be so fearful they will never dare speak the name Mahlson in mockery ever again!" The girl just stands shaking in anguish as her father readies to start the invasion. But before that, Orton does something that scars Melissa for life; After forcefully dragging Milo to a nearby machine and pushing him in the glass cylindrical cell, he activates the machine that works to absorb Milo's condition and convert that into matter. Milo's pain-filled screams rang throughout the place. Zack was already shaking the bars of his cell in desperation to save his friend, cursing Melissa in anger. In another cell two cells apart from Zack's, the pistachio protectors and even Brick and Savanna could only stand watching their captors helplessly knowing that nothing can be done since they already failed in their most important task. That and all their weapons and objects are confiscated and chances of them busting out are zero. Melissa cries in terror and tries to break Milo free only for the cylinder to open and the weakened boy falls into her arms completely drained of his condition. Getting back to his feet, Milo did so for once without a trip or backfall. He felt completely normal. Nothing went wrong around him anymore. He falls to his knees and looks up at Melissa in confusion yet the betrayal is yet to fade completely. Orton stands holding up a smaller cylindrical container containing Milo's EHML. He puts it in another machine and using that, the real taking over begins.... _____________________ Swamp City is in grave chaos. People are running in all directions as blasts shot out from Orton's headquarters turning several to many of them into half-plant half-human soldiers automatically brainwashed to serve Orton. Pistachio centurions transformed from the pistachios stolen from the protectors after their arrest roamed the area forcing the untransformed folks to run to their refuge in fear. In the streets, Sara, Kris, Wally and Josh along with all the other Dr Zone fans have already ceased from their loyalty to the latter man and are engaging in war against the centurions and soldiers; Only for Sara to be turned into a soldier with the rest while the remaining are outnumbered and surrendered to the enemy. In Jefferson County Middle School, a plantinized Bradley can be seen wildly attacking the other middle schooled in his savage state after he's been changed upon exiting the school. Mort and Amanda were huddled in the safety of their school locker watching through the slits as their fellow kids and even the school staff tried to find cover only for some to be transformed into repulsive plantmen as well as blasts came in from the windows. In the skies, another blast only much bigger and more electrical, shot upwards causing the clouds to swirl and form various portals. It was a combination of Orton's time manipulation and Milo's EHML. Several objects from different time periods fell from the sky; Giant Trojan horses, pyramids, Greece statues, all things historical are coming to the present and by coming, literally crashing down destroying what's underneath. The army keeps getting bigger and people are surrending out of fear. The protective forces are outnumbered by far. Orton has the upper hand. The city is all his and soon will be the whole universe as planned... _______________________ Melissa couldn't take anymore of this. Her friends are turned to doubt her. The city is in danger. And all because of her. But the majority of the fault goes to her father.. The man she used to love and look up to. The man she worried and cried for when he couldn't come back. The man.. Who promised her the role of Queen of The Universe when the time arrives. The role she really wanted. But not anymore. She loves her best friends. She cares for Milo. She wants to keep them, go against her father after he cruelly lied to them about her. The man looked proudly at the chaos he's caused before him with a contented sigh. The sight made Melissa sick. How can he be so fascinated in seeing people in distress? With a deep breath and much to Milo's surprise, she boldy confronts Orton to stop, look at the damage he's causing, look at the damage he caused her. Tried to convince him to reconsider his choice. But the man isn't buying words of redemption, even from his own flesh and blood. "Why should I end this now? This is just the start of everything slowly changing to the way I need it to be! I spent ages tirelessly working for this to happen and nothing can stop me!" "Innocent people are dying out there dad! They could get killed!" "Well that is their problem! If they wish to not die then they'll have to comply to our rules! Simple as that! " "Under YOUR rules dad!" As the father and daughter started to bicker, Milo took the chance to get closer to the machine in attempt to destroy it. Using the utility knife he had kept in his pocket for emergencies, he slashed at the exploded wires and they started to spark. Orton realised what has happened and tried to interfere only to be blown back along with the two teenagers as the machine exploded; The containers containing Milo's energy and pistachios that acted as the power sources dropped out unharmed from the brief explosion. And since the machine was destroyed, so was the damage being done on the city. The portals are gone and objects of history are sucked back to their timelines. The centurions are shut down and the plant soldiers are turned back to normal humans as the source controlling them was also destroyed as part of the machine. Zack was the first to finally bust out of his cell and rushed to the scene to find the machine destroyed, Orton on his knees in a daze and Melissa returning the EHML matter to Milo's body using another piece of technology at his request. Being normal is okay but Milo felt more like himself as long as his condition is present. Using the moment of post-destruction and Milo and Zack being back in the sense of mind partially, Melissa explained her part of the story in which Milo admittedly supported out of recalling the good times they both had while he was facing away. He just couldn't believe Melissa would take advantage of him like that. And now that he already saw his former Idol's true colors and how he acts towards his daughter, all doubts are already dismissed. Zack in the other hand remains doubtful but was ready to forgive Melissa. Although they'll be just friends and only hang out within Milo's presence until the Underwood boy himself recovers his emotions fully; Melissa taking the reason understandingly knowing that she couldn't blame him. With that, the three shared a brief hug; Melissa's hug around the boys being more sincere in emotion. Unfortunately, the reconciliation was cut short when one of the metallic feelers from Orton's backpack wrung around Milo and flung him against the wall, the boy sliding down grimacing in pain from the impact. Zack tries to help him but another feeler pins him to the wall as the one that flung Milo retracted back to Orton. The man was not letting the Murphy kid defeat him so easily. He destroyed the machine and his prizes of dictation. He... Is going down. Orton's eyes flashed in pure vengeance and he held out his arm with the gift-shaped cast. The box splits open revealing a mechanical blaster and aiming at the Murphy boy stunning both Melissa and him for they had no idea that he actually had that. Just before Milo could get away from the weapon's aim, Orton's feeler pinned him to the wall in a similar fashion to Zack to keep him in place and target. The blaster lit up in a fiery light as Orton readied to shoot… "NO!!" A scream followed by the unmistakable noise of the blaster shot sounded and the feelers holding the boys hostage released and retracted back. Instead of satisfaction, Orton's expression could only show horror as the boys dropped to the floor. Upon recovering from the drop and regaining self composure, Milo took a glance upfront and gasped seeing Melissa lay still in front of him; A scorching smoke emitting from her badly burnt side.…

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