"Y/N," Namjoon caught your attention wearing his up to no good grin.
Looking up, you rolled your eyes before answering. "What is it now, Namjoon?"
He paused and took a breath before rapidly throwing a bright yellow tennis ball in your way. Luckily, you dodged it, however, your mirror didn't. "What the hell?" you asked turning around to see shattered shards.
Namjoon gasped before covering his mouth with his hand, "Y/N! 7 years!"
"Wait, what? You believe in that superstitious bullshit?" scoffing, you went into the kitchen to grab a bucket and some protective gloves.
"You can never be too safe!"
"Aren't you the one who threw it at the mirror?" you asked walking back into the room with a bucket in hands.
"Hush, you never know when bad luck will strike," Namjoon got off the couch and wrapped his arms around your waist whispering in your ears, "I guess I'll have to stick around to protect you from it," his words tickled your neck as he left a kiss on it.
This imagine is written by me, but the idea of it was founded on tumblr.