#BTB: monster mash challenge

[bang-tan-bitches]

MONSTER MASH 2020 ENTRY 3

Room Service

Waves hit the shoreline as Y/N scuttles quickly down the sidewalk that borders the beach. Her front desk job at the Hotel Corll is waiting to meet her at the end of the walkway. Light posts slowly line just ahead, then besides, and then behind her, flickering on as the sun sets and the icy fog rolls inland. Out of the corner of her eye, Y/N catches a glimpse of a freshly printed missing persons poster, with bold Arial black letters in contrast to the young pretty redhead with a coy smile, blue eyes peering back. She considers the expense of printing in color ink then moves on. She was already late getting out of her clinicals as it were. As she rounds up onto the hotel property she takes in the sleek lines and wooden facade of the luxury hotel, hoping tonight isn’t as busy as yesterday. She could barely keep her eyes open during her clinicals today, earning a scolding from her nursing professor much to the amusement of her fellow classmates. Bunch of morons.

​“Took you long enough!” A voice rings out as Y/N steps into the lobby. Her coworker Soohyun is waiting with a grin, coat on and purse in hand, for her to approach the desk so she could finally go home. The lobby is as intimidatingly large as it is cold. Cream marble floors lead up to the dark oak front desk, with wooden columns lined in neat even rows between the entrance and where Y/N will be standing for the rest of the night. Vaulted ceilings seem to encase the room, a remnant from the hotel prior to renovations. Though the fireplace casts a glow from the sitting area, it is difficult to penetrate the natural draftiness of the building, though its easy to blame it on the shoreline the hotel sits on.

​“Jungkook is actually already here, just had to go use the restroom,” Soohyun scoots to let Y/N place her schoolbag into the employee cubby under the desk. “Was pretty quiet today, so should be an easy night, though I’m surprised you didn’t just call off sick. You look…how do I say this, ghastly?” Y/N stands back up, pouting at the comment.

​“I would, but rent’s comin’ up soon, and you know my roommate always slacks on her half,” she says as she logs in for the start of her shift. “I’ll survive. Besides, I’m off tomorrow. I’ll just sleep in then.”

​“Alright, your choice,” Soohyun responds. “Any case, I’ll see you in the morning! Good night!”

​Her heels clack on the floor as Soohyun struts her way out of the building, posh bag in hand and not a hair out of place despite the end to a long shift. Y/N looks positively bedraggled in comparison, her flats scuffed badly on the sides and a small stain on her shirt from her attempt at chugging her coffee before getting on the bus. As she swipes in with her master key, Jungkook steps behind the desk, returning from the restroom.

​“Hey Jungkook, how’s it goin’?” Y/N asks. Jungkook just nods his head and grunts in response, doe eyes half-lidded as he quietly prepares for the shift. He is a quiet man who attends the same school that she does, though he is studying photography. Stoic and observant, he only speaks as needed, but is a hard worker and is always at the ready to tend to guest needs. Standing at his computer station, his lean height towering over Y/N, he prints out the list of remaining check ins for the night.

​“We have two VIP guests tonight. Looks like Mr. Jung extended his weeklong stay in the Hindley Suite for another night. He requested extra towels for his stay tonight. Kim Namjoon has not checked in yet though he did call to let us know he will probably be checking in late.” Jungkook reads off monotonously from his computer screen.

​“Looks like Miss Lim left a note, she says the Holmolka suite is not available to be rented out? Ah geez, did somebody trash it last night?” Y/N crumples up the pale-yellow post it that was stuck on her computer screen and tosses it in the trash.

​“Seems so,” he deadpans.

​Miss Lim is the long-time owner of the Hotel Corll, a heavy smoker with too strong Chanel No. 5 seeping from her body and too red lipstick trying to make up for lost time. With a plastic personality that matches her new nose and lips, she is a real piece of work. At least the job pays well. That reminder has served Y/N well in her comparatively shorter time working at the hotel. Nothing like the hospitality industry to suck the life out of everyone that deals with it. Miss Lim’s gaudiness reflects in her property from the gold painted- furniture to the overly lavish light fixtures that look like a Versailles fantasy from hell. However, this seems to not be a detriment to the establishment’s business. In fact, despite appearances, the hotel gained a small, loyal, and wealthy following due to the hotel’s strict confidentiality code. It has done well for Y/N’s pockets.

​About an hour after the night shift began, Seokjin, the head housekeeper, and Yoongi, the live-in handyman, walk into the lobby wearily. Their eyes are drooping in exhaustion. Seokjin’s blonde tresses gleam as several pieces of hair are left in disarray. Yoongi takes his cap off to run his well-worn hand through his hair and then returns the hat to its original position. They both make their way to signing out of work, looking as if they were both asked to run a marathon.

​“Are you two just leaving now?” Y/N asks. She looks a bit puzzled that both employees are still on the clock even though their shifts usually ended two hours earlier.

​“Had to finish essentially rebuilding the Homolka suite,” utters Yoongi. “Took damn near all day to complete.”

​“The guests from last night absolutely decimated the room, you’d have thought they were raised with by wolves!” Seokjin exclaimed. His irritation was agreed upon by Yoongi with a harumph. “Now if you excuse me, I’ve got to get home and soak my feet,” he continues. “I think they have earned their reward. Good night!” And with exhausted feet, he slowly wobbles out of the building. Yoongi simply waves his hand goodbye and makes his way to one of the two elevators to go up to his small room.

​As the evening wears on, more guests straggle in through the hotel doors and up to the front desk. The quiet mumbles of guests checking in, ringing credit cards through the clerking system to confirm their reservations, and authorizing payment becomes the soundtrack to Y/N’s evening. The monotony and false smiles are what’s getting her through the evening. At nine o’clock the long-awaited VIP guest Mr. Kim Namjoon steps through the hotel’s door. He walks up to the front desk with an even and patient gait. A false smile sits on his plush lips though it fails to reach his eyes. Like cold fisheyes Y/N thinks. Jungkook and Y/N both stand to attention, almost as if preparing to be disciplined by the school principal. With stillness and silence, Mr. Kim reaches Y/N’s section of the front desk. He always did prefer young women. The more impressionable the better.

​“Good evening Mr. Kim, how may I help you?” Y/N asks. A shiver of trepidation slithers up her spine. His handsome face just serves to accentuate the fear.

​“Just checking in, and how are you this evening?” Mr. Kim responds, the partial smile never slipping off his face. Y/N voices her learned pleasantries and decides at that moment she never wants to be caught alone unawares by this man. She takes the black card from his proffered hand to finish the check in process, the sooner the better.

​“This is the Lalaurie suite, correct?” he asks. “And to confirm, can you please make sure the complimentary room service is added to my reservation? There was a mix-up the previous time I stayed here and wouldn’t want a repeat of that, would we?” His tone says amicable and easy going, but his eyes say otherwise. His eyes convey zero tolerance for mistakes.

​“Yes, of course Mr. Kim, anything for our most loyal guest. Is there anything else you would like added to the reservation?” Y/N weakly inquires.

​“No, not at all. Oh, and I have a guest with me on this reservation, though she will be arriving later. Please call my room when she does.” And with that, Mr. Kim takes his room key and makes his way to his preferred suite. Y/N releases a sigh of relief as Jungkook’s shoulders visibly relaxes. He still says nothing.

​The night continues as a typical and quiet one for both front desk employees. Jungkook receives requests for extra towels and bathroom amenities which he delivers every so often while Y/N begins the night audit for the hotel. That is until the two figures enter the hotel and disrupt what was supposed to be a normal evening. They are covered in head to toe blue, their badges visible as is their handguns on their waists. Both men step up to Jungkook’s side of the desk. Great, the cops are here.

​“Officer Park, how may I help you?” Jungkook asks with the usual lack of enthusiasm. Of the two policemen in the hotel, Officer Park Jimin is a recognizable face amongst the staff as he is an acquaintance of Miss Lim. Or one of her many lovers as Soohyun loves to put it. Between his cocksure expression, his flirtatious demeanor, or an ass designed to fill out tight pants, the sentiment is not too far of a stretch for Y/N to believe. As for the other cop, neither Y/N nor Jungkook have ever seen the officer before. With a knowing glance between the hotel employees and Jimin, this does not bode well. And they all know it.

​“Hello, I am Officer Kim Taehyung, and apparently you seem to already know Officer Park,” Taehyung supplies with a suspicious glare thrown Park’s way. “We’re here as we’ve received an anonymous call about this place yesterday. Seems some folks happened to have been walking outside the hotel and happened to hear screaming and pleading from an open window. Would either of you happen to know anything about it?” Taehyung shifts his gaze between Jungkook and Y/N in expectation. They are more screwed than they previously thought.

​“No.” Jungkook replies as succinct as possible.

​“No,” Officer Kim straightens up and forces his shoulders back, eyebrows furrowing. His demeanor is growing more aggravated by the second. “That’s it huh? Hey, what about you?” He throws out to Y/N, who makes it a point to match Jungkook’s countenance closely. “You see anything suspicious at all?”

​“Nope, I wasn’t even working yesterday. Been off all week,” she lies through her teeth. “But, if you need to speak to the owner, you can give us your name and number and we can relay the information to her.”

​“See I would, but the girl who we came to speak to yesterday gave me the same bullshit and now I’m here again. So, I will ask one more time, what do you two know about whoever that was screaming bloody murder on your property?” says Taehyung.

​“We don’t know anything,” supplies Y/N. “Now unless you got a warrant or something, I going to have to ask you to leave. Now.” Her lips purse in barely retained frustration. She squares her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly. She refuses to be cowed by this fool. She has encountered much worse than the likes of him.

​“You know you two could get in big trouble for lying to an officer of the law, right?” Taehyung encroaches into Y/N’s space, face molded into a sneer, dark eyes peering into hers. He was a man used to getting what he wanted. However, before he could go any further, Jimin steps in.

​“Hey, come one Tae, she’s got a point, no warrant not much we can do. And besides, you know Chief told us to drop this. Let’s go.”

​Although Officer Kim looks prepared to argue, with his partner standing down, he knows he will have to leave and regroup before anything further happens.

​“Fine,” he relents, “but I will be seeing you again. The both of you.” And with heavy steps he exits the building, fury pulsing through his body. Jimin hangs back.

​“It might be time for the boss lady to start pulling her connections for that one,” he throws his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at his partner. “Could be trouble if it isn’t nipped in the bud.” Park tips his hat, winks at Y/N, and leaves, easygoing and stride confident. Perv.

​Jungkook picks up the phone as soon as the officers leave, speed dialing Miss Lim with the update. She picks up on the first ring, fully aware of Officer Kim’s previous visit. Her words are difficult for Y/N to hear through the receiver. Despite not hearing the words, she can tell her employer is instructing Jungkook to navigate through the clerking system to look up the previous occupant of the suite. It was the Holmolka suite. With a few clicks here and there, it looks like the Mrs. Ushakova that rented the room on the aforementioned date is added to the Do Not Rent list, all her guest privileges cleared and an alert placed on her account. Mistakes as done by Mrs. Ushakova are not allowed by establishments such as the Hotel Corrl, where silence and confidentiality are sacred dogma. Her indiscretions come with repercussions. Jungkook hangs the phone up.

​With the hours flowing by, the previous lethargy felt by Y/N has now been replaced with worry due to the police’s visit. She hopes that the remainder of the night shift can continue as normal. Though that remains to be seen, as Mr. Kim’s guest now arrives. Y/N has seen her face before. In fact, she just saw her this morning, at St. Francis for her clinical rotation. The girl giggled particularly obnoxiously, in-light of Y/N’s reprimand via their professor. She just can’t seem to remember the girl’s name for the life of her. She must be more tired than she realized.

​“Call Mr. Kim’s room, he should’ve mentioned that I was supposed to be arriving.” she hadn’t even made it all the way to the front desk before she starts haughtily commanding the employees to do her bidding. Jungkook takes this as his cue to simply crouch low under the desk as if he were searching for something. He isn’t. As the girl reaches Y/N, she lays one well-manicured hand on the large oak desk while leaning on the other one. She examines her nails as though she was contemplating different acrylic shades that can replace her current pearlescent one. Y/N hesitates for a beat, a sliver of concern for her classmate becoming more discernible after another second. Unfortunately for her, the girl notices, her eyes flicking upwards.

​“Hello? I said I was expected, shouldn’t you be notifying him?” she asks, her snobbishness a blatant fixture on her person.

​After another missed beat, Y/N clicks through her computer program. She is aware of exactly who this girl is, and as such, dithers her way around the clerking system. She can’t just let her classmate go to Mr. Kim’s room, can she?

​“Sorry, he doesn’t seem to be checked in, are you sure this Mr. Kim is staying here?” Y/N asks. Jungkook side-eyes her from below, still looking for nothing.

​The girl narrows her stare, scrutinizing the female operating the front desk. Realization dawns on her as she smirks. She fails to read the near-imploring gaze her classmate working the computer gives her, a sign of precaution.

​“Oh, I know you. You’re that dumbass from this morning! At St. Francis Hospital? The one that went into the wrong patient’s room and tried to give her the wrong medication? I remember you,” the girl’s smirk expands. “Now you see, I know my date for the night is here, I have it right here in his texts,” She brings her phone up as if to show Y/N the incriminating evidence. “And I don’t think it would do so well for your job here if I just call him and let him know that you of all people are stopping him from getting my services for the night, would it? How about this, you don’t stop me from doing my job and I will make sure you don’t lose yours!” She flips her hair with a flourish. Y/N pauses for a moment, a sickeningly sweet smile appearing on her mouth.

​“Ah, it seems I have made a mistake, he has already checked in.” A few extra clicks on the computer and a newly scanned room key later, she picks up the hotel phone to make a call up to the Lalaurie suite.

​“Mr. Kim, your guest is here, shall I send her on up?” With Mr. Kim’s confirmation delivered, Y/N delivers her classmate to his suite, hospitality in full swing.

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​ A few minutes after 3 o’clock in the morning, the front desk phone rings. Y/N is reading a chapter in her textbook about proper bedside manner whereas Jungkook is playing solitaire on his computer. Like second nature he picks up the receiver. Mr. Jung is calling. With little being said, Jungkook turns to his colleague.

​“Hey, Mr. Jung wants his extra towel service now, you think you could do it?”

​“Sure, gotta get away from this book or I might go cross-eyed.” She replies. She takes her master key and walks towards the elevator down the hall. She presses the glass button, standing in front of the elevator doors, a tacky reflective emerald green coating the doors as she waits. She looks up at the electronic number screen above the doors, the numbers still descending, five, four, three, two, one. A ding sounds out as the doors slide open and Y/N steps in, pressing for the twelfth floor, where the most important guests stay. When the doors reopen, this time many stories above ground, she takes a left down the hallway where in a small corridor next to the elevator is a well-maintained utility closet. To provide Mr. Jung his towel service, she grabs a laundry bin, a couple plastic tarps, several bottles of bleach, gloves, and many white fluffy towels made from the finest Egyptian cotton. Only quality at the Corll. Bin in hand, Y/N rolls the container down the hallway, past the elevator to one of the only three rooms on this level. Arms going jiggly from pulling the cart to its designated location she finally stops in front of the Kemper suite, Mr. Jung Hoseok’s room. She knocks on the door three times, and before a fourth one rings out, Hoseok swings the door open, blood coating his clothes and body, from his hands to his neck, splatters across his visage.

​“Oh! Thank you! You can put that over here,” he says appreciatively, pointing to a corner of the room next to the flat-screened television. Y/N rolls the bin full of supplies past the lean black haired man, across the blood soaked carpet, past the cold blue corpse lying in a pool of his own liquids, past the California King euro plush mattress to the corner of the room.

​“There you go sir. Now you do know that because you are staying in our Kemper suite you have complimentary room service, right? Are you sure you just want the extra towel service?” she asks doubtfully.

​“No, no, its fine, I always preferred doing my own disposal, I can get it just right that way!” Mr. Jung smiles enthusiastically. With a smile and a nice hundred-dollar tip in hand she looks over at the redhead splayed on the floor, blue eyes staring wide eyed at the ceiling, fear frozen in their features. She looks smaller than she did on her own poster Y/N notes, before tucking the money away and leaving the room.

​She shuts the door behind her and turns towards the elevator when she notices something at the other end of the hall. Someone is crawling. Y/N lets out a deep sigh, tucks her tip into her pocket, and stalks down the hall in exasperation. As she gets closer, she sees its her classmate from before bleeding profusely, begging for help.

​“Please, please help me! I’m- I’m dying!” she gurgles out, sobbing in between her words. Y/N bends down, and huff expelled, grabs the girl’s long hair soaked in her own blood before she starts dragging her back down the hall, back to her client’s door. She screams and cries and begs for her life, but Y/N is unphased, continues dragging her classmate to her doom. Three door knocks echo through the hallway. Namjoon opens the door, perplexed by the sight before him. He is freshly showered, a towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping down his built chest. Cold fisheyes looking back.

​“Sorry to bother you sir, seems you almost lost one.” She calmly says, as she lifts up the girl’s hair as she screams.

​“Ah, my apologies,” he then reaches down into his bag sitting by the door. “I thought I had finished with her. It seems I was incorrect.” With deft fingers he grasps the handle of a large hunting knife from the front pocket of his bag.

​“No! No! Please!! Don’t-!” and with one swift slice, Namjoon swipes the blade through the girl’s throat. She falls forward, death rattle sounding out between her lips.

​“It’s fine Mr. Kim, she couldn’t have made it far anyway.” Y/N asserted.

​“Eh, I still pride myself in thoroughness,” He wipes the knife clean on the towel slung across his hips. “Could you make sure room service comes tomorrow after I have checked out?”

​“Of course, sir, I will make sure to notate that for the morning shift. Have a good rest of your stay.” She bows her head a bit in deference and turns to make her way down the elevator.

#​#​#

​As the morning sun rises, Yoongi makes his way to the hotel lobby for the free coffee and continental breakfast served there. He yawns into the air before grabbing an apple fritter in one hand and black coffee in the other. He turns to Y/N and Jungkook still manning the front desk, counting down the minutes until they can leave. He acknowledges the both of them but before he could go finish his treat Y/N stops him.

​“Yoongi, before I forget, make sure the Lalaurie suite gets room service after Mr. Kim checks out. Its his special request.”

​“Seriously?” he grumbles, “He is always ruining our mattresses! And we then we have to replace them! Last time, the new housekeeper accidentally walked into his suite before he left and he was honest to God cuddling the body! Who does that?” Y/N shrugs in response, her eyes bloodshot. She’s ready for the nap of a lifetime. Before she gets any more exhausted, Soohyun comes in for shift relief. Thank God. Jungkook offers a short update on the cop debacle and after not much longer both employees pack up and walk out the lobby doors.

​Y/N shuffles towards her bus stop down the walkway, adjacent to the beach. She makes it past the light posts fading off, one by one as she walks past them. She walks by the missing persons poster and takes in the crisp clean air. She decides she is going to go home, sleep, and then wake up for a study session. If she wants to eventually be a top-notch nurse, she needs to act the part. She feels the tip money burning a hole through her pocket reminding her of a job well done. It gets messy but the pay is nice.

[bang-tan-bitches]

MONSTER MASH 2020 ENTRY 1

It Wasn’t Me

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This idea hit me while I was playing Among Us with a group of my friends. The only thing going through my mind at the time was “What if Among Us was scary? And put Bangtan in it?? And so, this story was born. This is my lousy attempted at thriller/horror, so sorry if I couldn’t get the feeling across just right. BUT I hope everyone who reads my story will at least have a little bit of fear striking their heart while reading this :> Also I apologies in advance if you’re upset at how the story plays out. Sadly, this is a horror story, based on a game about killing people and shitty decision making.

Words: 5.8K

Warnings/Triggers: A lot of dark places, lots of noises, OC Death, Character Deaths, Some gore (but not extremely descriptive), False accusations, Swearing (lots of it), One or two people have a panic attack (not extremely descriptive), Blood gets mentioned quite often, BTS MEMBERS DO DIE (You have been warned), Talking about dead bodies (I tried to keep it down on describing them), Memory Loss, My really shitty attempt at Horror/Thriller XD, Sorry if I missed anything :(

Music: I was listening to this while writing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HmTkm_o9Glo

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Everyone was quiet. No one making eye-contact, everyone except for Namjoon that is. He was pointedly staring straight at Jungkook with a harsh glint in his eye, or that could just be from his helmet visor reflecting the low light of everyone's flashlights strapped to their shoulders.

“I know it was you Kook, you can give up pretending like you were actually doing something” Namjoon’s words cut through the dimly lit cafeteria. His cyan coloured glove easily scrolling through his tablet searching for Jungkook’s name, the prompt for voting appearing.

“It wasn’t me! Guys I swear it wasn’t!” Kook pleaded to the others, giving up on trying to convince his elder.

“How isn’t it you JK? We last saw her with you!” Taehyung pipes up from his corner of the simplistic dinning bench. “We don’t even know where the body is guys, so everyone calm down we don’t really have time to throw around accusations with no substance to them.”, Yoongi’s apprehensive gaze looks over Jin’s shoulder, a red digital watch blinking as seconds go by threatening to cut their communication with each other.

“Hobi?”, Jimin looks in Hoseok’s direction. Nervous red gloved hands fiddling, his erratic breaths leaving his lips as he tries to keep it together. Tears turning his eyes glassy and unfocused, his mind recalling seeing your body ripped in half on the floor. “It was in Naviga-” his words faulter, a sob running through his entire body, tear stained face falling into his shaking hands.

Everyone looks on with heartbreak in their eyes, Taehyungs leaving the crying man to look at where you would have been sitting right across from him. He bites his bottom lip, swallowing down a sob of his own. Namjoon speaks up again, “Hobi, could you tell... tell if it was fresh?” “Namjoon!” Jin’s voice raises a few octaves, hand ready to slap the younger one behind the head but his arms are restricted by an unknown force and his pink gloved hand returns to his lap. Hoseok wails even more, but he shakes his head a faint mumble of ‘I couldn’t tell’. Jimin looks on, desperate longing to comfort Hoseok.

“Well then, where was everyone? State your current position, one at a time” Yoongi eyes the ticking red digits again, nerves clearly showing in his tone.

“I was busy here in cafeteria, I had to fix the wires!” Jungkook was quick to respond, desperation in his voice. “I was busy redirecting our power source through to our defences, I saw Taehyung with me. But it was dark, I don’t know what he was doing.” Jimin’s shaken voice calls through shortly after, his sad eyes resting on Taehyung. Everyone’s gaze shifted towards him, awaiting his answer. “I was busy downloading Electrical Bay logs, never got to it though so now I need to go stand there again.” A shiver runs down his spine, with his restricted vision in a place as isolated as their electrical bay, he’s sure everyone can relate to his distaste.

“I was with Yoongi in Medical, busy preparing the vial tests. I’m sure he was doing his scan behind me so he must be clear.” Jin’s voice echo’s through the dark room, his nod towards Yoongi is recuperated with a nod back. “Yeah, I was almost done but the... The... Y/A’s body got reported.” Yoongi fights with himself, unable to bring himself to refer to you now as a thing. A dead thing. Fuck, you were alive only minutes ago, he saw you run past Medical. You still gave him a wave of acknowledgement. His black gloved hand lifts out of its own, his fingers mimicking the wave he sent back your way at the time. Namjoon clearing his throat breaks Yoongi out of his trance. Unfocused eyes looking towards the man calling all attention.

“So then that leaves Jungkook, Hoseok and myself as the possible killer. I was in our administration room busy swiping myself into the system. Hobi I need you to pull it together man, what were you doing that side of the ship?” Hoseok’s body doesn’t stop shaking, but he tries to answer through his broken voice. “I just finished cleaning out the oxygen filters, I was on my way down to defences when I saw the blood trail leading to... to her...” His voice finally giving in, nothing but harsh breathing leaving his dry lips.

“Namjoon, I know you’re convinced it might be Jungkook but it’s not enough. It’s risky to vote someone out now. There's still the possibility the monster could be anyone, we don’t even know if there’s more than one. Keep an eye on JK for now, but it would be foolish to vote now.” Jin’s voice is soft, trying not to make his friend fly off the rails again with accusations. “Fine, this is a warning then Kook.” Namjoon’s cyan coloured gloved fingers cancelling his pending vote on Jungkook. Out of the corner of Taehyung’s eye he could see the visible relief in Jungkook’s body, his shoulders sagging and a held breath being pushed out through his nose.

Soon everyone scrolls to the bottom of the list of their names, all casting their votes on passing this meeting off as inconclusive. The digital timer behind Jin fades out, a scratchy robotic voice playing through the intercoms throughout the ship.

“5 votes Inconclusive.” The five crewmembers who voted, their eyebrows shoot into the sky in shock.

“1 vote Namjoon”, this made his heart race, someone is suspecting him? But who? His eyes dart into Jungkook’s direction seeing the youngest already looking his way, sweat gathering by his temples. It must be Kook, he’s trying to get rid of him!

“1 vote Hoseok”, dread colours his face, how can anyone suspect him of killing you? No, nonono this isn’t right. He was your friend; he could never bring himself to breath a bad word in your direction much less be able to kill you! He needs to partner up with someone, he possibly has a target on his back now. He needs to prove how innocent he really is.

“All members return to your duties.”, And with that the intercoms shut down with a muted screech. As if their suits come to life, their helmets start shutting, visors sliding over their faces and locking in at the latch by their chins. Restricted vision in the already darkly it ship with nothing but a low powered flashlight, everyone starts leaving the dinning bench. Jungkook’s purple helmet disappears into the shadows towards the upper end of cafeteria, Jimin and Taehyung running together towards the southern hallway. Namjoon still idles by the dinning bench, the emergency button tempting him into using his one and only use of it. His hands fist by his sides as he has an inner battle with himself, but finally he decides against it and follows Jin and Yoongi’s retreating figures that ran towards the west side of the ship.

Hoseok thought he was going to starts hyperventilating, he found himself alone in the dark. His mind repeating over and over again “target on your back... target on your back...” hesitatingly he runs towards south hallway in search of Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung... he said he would be in electrical bay. Hoseok finally know his exact destination he disappears into the shadows as he searches for his green helmet friend.

Unable to speak to each other, Jin and Yoongi trod along towards Medical bay again. Not close enough to touch each other with stretched arms, but close enough to still make out each other's body in the shadows. Yoongi doesn’t know how long they’ve been on the ship, his memory completely wiped. But he does remember doing his duties and that was the only thing driving him at this point. He can only vaguely recall all his supposed friends faces but even that gave him a headache if he focuses to long on it. The faint thumping of boots can be heard behind them but that soon fades away, sounded far as well so neither of them grew concerned.

The green flickering lights of Medical bay soon lights up the entryway, the letters ‘cal’ completely busted and the letter ‘i’ flickering on and off. Here Yoongi stops and gets ready to turn, but Jin doesn’t follow him. Yoongi’s stress levels spike at this, Jin just continues walking further down the hallway throwing Yoongi two fingers over his shoulder, ‘Peace’. Jin is abandoning him. Before Yoongi could run after, he was gone from his sight. Just the faint thumping of his boots getting softer and softer till the only thing he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and his panicked breathing.

“You can do this Yoongi, just do your scan and leave. All it takes is 10 seconds, more than enough before anyone can catch you alone.”, he tries to encourage himself, knowing no one can hear him over the busted communications in their helmets. Slowly he walks into the supposed Medical Ward. It was anything but that in his eyes.

The room looks like it hasn’t seen anything human in over 50 years. Ward beds lay toppled over or stacked against the wall to his right, some with wheels, others with what looks to be constraint-straps. This room wasn’t as frightful when he was in here with Jin. This ship is a lot better to handle in general when you're with someone else, he thinks to himself.

He accidently kicks over something that looks like a bedpan, nearly shitting himself at the loud clatter that echoes around him. His heart thundering in his chest, he shakes out his hands in front of him. ‘Fucking calm down Min Yoongi. Since when were you the biggest pussy on this ship?!’ With a neck roll he walks in deeper, passing the discarded beds he eyes the floor. There he sees it, the fucking vent. The second thing that drives a knife through everyone’s hearts. He hastens his steps towards the body scanner, he's been in here longer than he would like already. He hears boots running on top of the steel flooring close to the entrance, he holds his breath. The thumping gets louder but he can’t seem to pinpoint if it's from the left or right, just that it’s getting louder.

Deciding not to stand around and look like he’s not doing anything, he turns away from the door and jumps up onto the filthy podium. He can see his boot prints in the dust from when he was standing there previously before discovering your fate. His hand darts out and starts typing in his crew ID, the old machine groaning as it boots up. “Come on, come on, come on... Fuck switch on already you piece of shit!” as if the scanner could hear him it boots up, what used to be lime green lights settling on his form and so the program starts running.

Yoongi could see nothing, the scanner’s lights bouncing off his visor, barely able to see his own intel on the little black monitor in front of him. The whirling and beeping of the machine are deafening, drowning out the hurried footsteps he heard coming towards him. By the time he’s done, a simple 10 seconds he wishes never to experience again, he was climbing of the podium and sending his scan towards admin. Not waiting to see if the scan goes through, he goes running out of Medical while checking his right wrist for his remaining tasks. He heads east, thinking he’ll shortcut through cafeteria. There he bumps into a nervous Jungkook heading the same direction. They stood and stared at each other for what seemed hours. Yoongi could hear footsteps coming from south hallway, Jungkook’s head snapping towards it as well. Yoongi signals east and beckons Jungkook to follow and continues on with his journey. Weather Kook followed him or not, he doesn’t really care because he wasn’t going to look behind him.

Hoseok nearly ran head first into a stack of boxes when he entered Storage Bay. This room always gave him the creeps. Boxes of God-knows-what stacked high to the ceiling. He hates it, he hates it so much here. ‘I just want to go home’, he thinks to himself. ‘Where even is home? Do I have one? This place can’t be my home... right?’, his steps faulter, inner monologue interrupted by movement. He swears he saw someone’s boot out the corner of his eye. “Buddy system Hobi, look for a buddy and stick by them”, he reminds himself, blinking away something wet from his eyes, not sure if it’s tears or sweat at this point. He slowly makes his way between unmarked boxes, vaguely remembering this is the path to the garbage shoot. He sees the silhouette of someone. His heart in his throat, he nears apprehensively, a yellow helmet coming to life. Jimin turns around and his mouth opens in horror when his eyes land on Hoseok so close to him. He goes tumbling to the floor, his arms thrown up in a defensive manner in the hopes it will make the killing blow less painful.

When nothing happens Jimin opens one eye and peaks through his arms. Hoseok just standing there waving his arms telling Jimin to get back on his feet. With a huff Jimin drags his body back into a standing position and eyes Hoseok warily. He dusts of his white spacesuit's pants, doing nothing but spreading the dust and grease over himself even more. Hoseok points towards the west, asking Jimin silently if he would go with. Jimin shakes his head and points east, he has tasks to do that side of the ship. Hoseok clasps his red hands together, contemplating if he should stick with Jimin or continue on his search for Taehyung. Lifting his right arm, he checks his task list. He needs to be at reactor. He waves to Jimin and leaves his yellow friend behind and continuous looking for Taehyung.

Jin leans back in the rickety chair inside security. The chair is missing two wheels and an arm rest but it’s the only comfort he can indulge in right now. He watches the security cameras in a bored haze. He was curious as to why Yoongi left Medical and went back to cafeteria and not come looking for him. Jin leans back as far as the chair will allow before hearing the plastic cracking. He didn’t like having his back turned to the doorway, much less the vent. He eyes the grated hole in the far corner away from him. It’s barely hidden in the shadows but he could still see the dry blood-stained metal in the low light. The room was practically empty except for a lone broken desk, document debris scattered on its top and the floor around it. He already searched through those notes; he still doesn’t know anything. If anything, he was even less wiser than what he was ten minutes ago. He turns back to the cracked monitors in front of him. He needed to find a way off this damned ship, even if it killed him while trying. He knew he had a family somewhere out there, he needed to get back to them. He watches on silently, his right wrist beeping red. He swears he could hear the creaking of metal on metal.

Jimin having turned his back on Hoseok, walked towards defences. The hallway felt longer and darker when he was alone. He could only hear his erratic breathing and his foot falls on the steel below him. He paused. The entrance of communications greeting him. He peered in but saw no one. The room was filthy. Nothing short of looking like a hurricane tore it apart. Electronic equipment shattered and broken litter the floor. Confusi9on clouded his brain, “What happened on this shi-?” A splitting headache seized him between his eyes at that very moment. He fell to his knees screaming himself hoarse. The feeling of hooks tearing his brain apart, membrane from membrane, he tries clutching at his helmet trying to pray it off of himself. Not soon after Jimin’s vision turns black, his body shutting down and his head bangs against the steel floor.

Jungkook walked quietly behind Yoongi, far enough to just see his elder’s boots in his line of vision. He wasn’t even sure if Yoongi knew he was still following him. He watched as they passed the ship’s gun room. It was more a laser shooter in Kookie’s eyes but he felt the time to bring up the debate of room names was not now. He looks down to his right wrist, red light beeping silently. He continues following Yoongi towards what looks like Navigation Room? Jungkook decides it was best to break off there and head into the oxygen maintenance room, his eyes following the cracking glass plant tank, from there he follows the banged-up pipes all along the walls. He remembers Hoseok saying something about cleaning out the filters here. He looks over his shoulder, hoping Yoongi would have paused and waited for him. No one but darkness greets him. With a shake of his head and shoulders he tries to calm himself down, he disappears deeper into the room in search of a small leaver.

He flicked open his left wrist, opening the small red map on his visor. He wonders if his brother has feasted yet, the idea makes his stomach rumble. He growls jealously at the idea, no, he needs to feed before he becomes unbearable, before he starts slipping up, before he gets caught. He goes for the easiest option, a low grumble of ‘Lights’ sets the mood just the way he likes it. Everyone plunges into darkness. All power gets cut in seconds, flashlights, wall lights, even monitor lights die.

Multiple running footsteps can be heard heading in his direction, he smiles and sticks to the boxes in storage. One set of footsteps are the closest to him, he focuses on the south hallway.

When Jimin comes to he realises he's on the floor, his face clammy and an incessant throbbing inside his head. Slowly he climbs back onto his feet, a shake of his shoulders makes himself feel dizzy, the feeling of vomit coming up his throat makes him turn green. After a few deep breaths Jimin tries to remember what he was doing, lost in thought standing in the even darker hallway. This makes him blink a few times, slowly realisation hits him, the faint blaring of an alarm ringing in his ears. He needs to head to Electrical Bay, hoping he chooses the right direction, he sets off.

Jungkook has never been scared of the dark, not that he can remember that, but he's never been plunged into this type of void before. His hands outstretched in front of him, making sure he won't bump into any walls on his way to see why the power system is failing. He calls out for Yoongi in desperation forgetting that they have no way to communicate with each other. He continues calling out regardless, some messed up way of soothing himself. His shin hits the cafeteria bench, he curses and bends down to rub away the pain. ‘Fucking stupid Kook, why are you even here? You’ve done nothing but make yourself look like an idiot, now you’re walking into shit as well! Fucking useless!’, his internal monologue deafens him from hearing footsteps approaching. The last thing Jungkook saw was sharp white teeth coming straight at him as he stood back up as the lights faded on.

All remaining members were seated at the dinning bench. One by one their visors opened and they quickly saw who was missing. Jungkook and Jin. The vacant seats mocking them.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO THE FUCK KILLED JUNGKOOK? TELL ME NOW YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Yoongi tried to jump from his seat but he struggled against his suit, as if he was glued to his chair. He was losing it, Kookie was right behind him. Right behind HIM. That means the killer was close by. It could have been him. It SHOULD have been him. He was to chicken shit to look out for Jungkook. He’s responsible for the loss of a crewmate. He breaks down, elbows slamming onto the table, black gloved hands flying to his hair and desperately starts pulling at his strands. Tears freely running down his face.

“Yoongi, it wasn’t Jungkook that I saw in there. I... I saw... Fuck... I saw Jin. He was... He was everywhere... I...”, Taehyung’s voice wavers, he’s staring at the table top but his eyes were watching something else entirely. Just blood, so much blood... was everywhere.

“Where TaeTae?”, Jimin wants to reach out towards his friend. Comfort him and clean his mind from the horrors he witnessed.

“Was in security. I didn’t see anything but I was with Taehyung. I had to go to reactor, Tae came with me so I wouldn’t be alone. He went right and I left and... now we’re here.”, Hoseok’s voice sounded lifeless. His skin was pale and ashy, dark rings decorated his eyes and his nose was raw and red.

“Jimin where were you?”, Namjoon’s eyes darts towards the yellow crewmate. Jimin quickly throws his hands in the air. “No, NO! It wasn’t me! Hoseok can confirm I was in storage and I went east towards defences. Hobi please tell them! There’s no way for me to get to security even with using the vents!” Jimin grabs at the sides of the dining table, his entire body shaking with unshed tears. “Hobi please!”

“Namjoon, he’s right. Even if it was... recent or not, there’s no way it could have been him.”, Hobi hangs his head, hoping he wasn’t making a mistake by defending Jimin.

“Where the fuck were you Namjoon? Huh? WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!”, Yoongi tries again to lunge over the table but still he was held to his chair. “YOU HAD IT OUT FOR HIM FROM THE GET GO! JUST ADMIT YOU FUCKING KILLED KOOK!” he was seeing red, the veins on his forehead and throat looking as if they will pop any second. “He has a point Namjoon... Where were you? I was in storage on my way to Electrical to check the switchboard and I didn’t see you in there”, Jimin tries to rub away one of the grease stains on his yellow glove, eyes refusing to look up.

“Yeah Joon, Taehyung and myself fixed the lights, you weren’t in Electrical Bay area at all.”, Hoseok’s the one with the pointed glare now.

“Why are you looking at me? I was back in administration, where the fuck were you Yoongi?” Namjoon was bringing up his defences, he puffed out his chest and tightened his hands into fists on top of the dull table. “I was busy in Navigation you fucker, WHY WERE YOU IN ADMIN AGAIN?”, Yoongi’s voice echoed all around them. Creaking of metal could be heard around them. The darkness filled with silence reminding the crewmembers where they were. A jarring reality compared to the screaming that engulfed them mere seconds ago. The scratchy robotic voice on the intercoms greeted them.

“Voting ends in 10 seconds” The faint blaring of an alarm sounds, slowly getting louder as the seconds tick by.

2 seconds was all it took. 2 seconds of making split-second eye contact and the crewmates were voting.

“1 vote Inconclusive”, no one was making eye-contact. Some breathing louder than others. Jimin could swear he heard Hoseok letting out a sob, or was it Taehyung?

“1 vote Yoongi”, Hearing this made him snap in Namjoon’s direction. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER, YOU THINK I WOULD KILL HIM? HUH? FUCK YOU, PRICK! YOU FUCKING MURDERER, FUCKING MONSTER!”, Yoongi was barely keeping himself together, feeling of rage taking over his being, that is till he hears the last casted voting announcement.

“3 vote Namjoon”, Yoongi breaks out in hysterical laughter. HIs voice bouncing back against the broke walls of the cafeteria. “Looks like you’ll be getting what you deserve after all!”

“You guys made a mistake, it’s not me. If you kick me out now, all of you will die. Please think about this, we can still go ba-”, “Like hell we are! Filthy scum trying to fool you all into trusting it!”, Yoongi was finally freed from his suit’s constraints to the bench. “Come on everyone, the votes have spoken.”, He stalks over to Namjoon, showing him to get up and start walking towards the airlock at the top of the cafeteria. Hoseok gets up and joins him in ushering Namjoon off the ship. Taehyung and Jimin remain at the table, refusing to partake.

Yoongi pulls the latch down, the solid metal doors sliding open with a hiss. With no protest Namjoon steps in, back still turned towards them as Yoongi pushes the latch back up. The doors creak and struggle to close, but seal after a few minutes. Hoseok has moved towards the windows looking out into the vacant space way outside. “This is for Jungkook. Rest in Hell.” With as much strength that Yoongi could muster he slammed his fist down on the eject button. His head barely had time to rest on the cold dirty metal of the airlock panel before their helmets started shutting again.

“Namjoon’s gone.” Those are the last words Yoongi heard pass Hoseok’s lips before they were sealed back into their spacesuits, voiceless. Little did Yoongi know he meant that his body disappeared.

Jimin was the last to leave the table this time. He was unsure of himself. Unsure if his crewmates made the right choice. His right arm beeped red, sighing he flicked open his task list. The flashing of the Reactor Room bouncing off his helmet visor. He didn’t even know which direction the rest of them went in. Slowly he got up, heading west. He heard faint footsteps getting louder the closer he got. The hallway was a mess, broken glass crunched under his boots. ‘Where did this even come from?’, His thoughts distracting him, not even noticing the creaking of metal on metal behind him.

Yoongi walks out of Electrical Bay with confidence, just finishing his tasks and not a soul knew he was in there. Deciding he should check out the security cameras and see where everyone was hiding, but before he could take a step towards the west side of the ship the alarms were blaring again. Oxygen was depleting, and fast. ‘Fuck!’, ignoring his original plan he made a dash for the administration room, hoping someone would already be at the top for the second half of the system reset. It was practically impossible to run into Admin. The number of boxes of files thrown everywhere had Yoongi nearly tripping five times just to get to the back of the room. Finally, he was able to get to the keypad, ripping the yellow sticky note off the monitor. He was squinting as much as he possibly could, barely able to make out the numbers. ‘Is that a six or an eight?’, smashing his thumb on the green button he got the code in with four seconds to spare. He didn’t even realise the depleting oxygen was making him dizzy. He stood in Admin for what felt like an hour, just taking deep breaths. “Where in the ever-loving fuck is everyone else?”, he asks this to himself out loud with no answer returned.

Jimin was a broken mess on the floor, not only did he get a fright when the alarm went off, but once he turned around to go towards the emergency, the doors sealed him in security hallway outside reactor. He pounded as much as his body could against the door, eventually cowering against the corner crying for help. He was convinced he was a goner. His eyes refused to look down the long empty and dark hallway. The only sounds around him the ticking timer of the doors, his sobs and the sound of dripping water.

When the alarm stopped screaming in his ears, not soon after the doors opening, Jimin was astonished that he was still alive. Counting his lucky starts he moved towards his final task in reactor. This room had more light than any other room on the ship, making Jimin squint for a few seconds trying to adjust his eyes to the brightness. Jimin stepped in a pool of water, the soft splash making him jump out of his skin. Jumping back, his eyes fall to the floor. But what Jimin sees might scar him for the rest of his life. He saw a red glove next to a red puddle. Jimin bends to pick it up but drops it instantly when he feels there was weight to it. He felts as if he was going to throw up again, his vision going double and he stumbles back, hitting the reactor door frame. “No, please no, not Hobi... Please not Hobi!”, His voice is scratchy to his own ears. His throat raw and painfully hot.

He heard the tapping of something wet hitting the top of his helmet. Slowly he lifted his head. His eyes were greeted with the horribly mangled body of his beloved elder handing from the wires dangling from the ceiling. Jimin not being able to tell the red blood apart from the red on Hoseok’s suit, he let out a deafening painful scream only his ears could hear and flicked his left arm, with panicked fingers he fumbles to press the report button on his suit.

One by one the visors open of the remaining crewmates. Jimin’s the last to open. Taehyung just lifts his hand and points at Jimin. “Yoongi, it was Jimin all along. I saw him, I caught him with Hoseok’s body. HE WAS STILL TRYING TO GET RID OF THE BLOOD ON HIS SUIT!”, Taehyung’s voice slowly raised into hysteria. Yoongi was confused, his head moving from Taehyungs direction and then Jimin’s and then back to Taehyung.

Jimin’s eyes widening, seeing how Taehyung could have seen this as a misunderstanding. “No! NO, IT WASN’T ME! Tae please you don’t understand what you saw! I found Hobi’s body there, I was freaking out BECAUSE HE WAS LITRALLY ON TOP OF ME IN THE CEILING! I wasn’t cleaning blood off of me I was trying to press my report button! Please this is just a huge misunderstanding, Yoongi, you believe me, right? Right?!”, Jimin’s eyes brimmed with tears, his words stumbling as he’s trying not to cry himself into hysterics while trying to plead for his life.

“Jimin... How... How could you?” Yoongi was speechless. It all made sense now. It was never Namjoon that killed Jungkook, it was Jimin. How did he not figure this out? He’s been quiet in every meeting. Used Taehyung as an alibi. He was in defences when he and Jungkook went to Navigation. Lights were killed and he could have easily offed Kookie behind his back. And now, Jimin wasn’t stopping the oxygen depletion because he was busy feasting on Hoseok’s body.

“Taehyung?”

“Yes?”

“Where were you this whole time?”

“I was busy in Weapons. Oxygen emergency popped up and I walked down to Oxygen Room and typed in the reset keycode.”

“And before that?”

“I saw Hoseok leaving cafeteria towards the west. You left south. Jimin stayed in cafeteria for a while, I stayed with him, but after a few minutes I decided to go do my last task so I left east towards weapons.”

Yoongi sat there for a long while, the digital timer in front of him placing pressure on him.

“Jimin?”

“Y-yes?...”

“Can you confirm anything Taehyung just said?”

“I-I can’t remember... Honestly I can’t! I left cafeteria going west, I didn’t see anyone passing me on the way back. As soon as I got into Security Hallway, all the doors shut on me. I went and hid! I thought I was going to die!”, Jimin was a blubbering mess at this point, he couldn’t see clearly, he could smell the blood on his suit drying.

“I’m not convinced... Die with the rest of your kind, monster. Your fake tears won’t work on me any longer!”

“NO WAIT!”, Jimin’s last plea fell on deaf ears. Taehyung and Yoongi placed their votes and Jimin had no other choice but to place his as well. The scratchy robotic voice lulled to life over the intercoms.

“1 vote Taehyung”, Taehyungs eyes widen at this, his eyes quickly darting between Jimin and Yoongi in panic.

“2 vote Jimin”, and at hearing his final fate Jimin wails. He screams and cries as loud as he could. Yoongi could feel the release on their suits from the bench and proceeded to walk towards the airlock. He pulled the latch down, the sealed doors opening with a creek and groan. Jimin refused to get up from his seat, holding on to the table as tightly as he could. He will make one last fight for his life.

Taehyung huffs at him. “You traitor. Hoseok trusted you. I trusted you. Every single one of us trusted you. How many did you kill while my back was turned to you? Huh?” Taehyung’s words cut through him like a knife, each lashing with his tongue made Jimin’s heart bleed. “Please Tae, please, please, please, it wasn’t me. What you saw was a misunderstanding! PLEASE YOU MUST BELIEVE ME, DON’T DO THIS!”, Taehyung walked up to Jimin and hooked his arms in under his armpits. He dragged the kicking and screaming man to the airlock. Yoongi was watching all of this unfold. His eyes never leaving Jimin, hoping that his disappointed face would burn into his mind. Taehyung threw Jimin on the ground in the middle of the airlock as if he weighed nothing. There Jimin stayed on his knees, elbows on the ground hunched in on himself, quietly sobbing.

Taehyung nodded in Yoongi’s direction, signalling him to do it. Without thinking twice, Yoongi pushes the latch up, waiting for the old doors to seal back up. The last words Yoongi hears from Jimin are, ‘It wasn’t me I swear’. He pauses, his finger just above the eject button. “Yoongi, do it. Do it so we can go home.”, Taehyung’s voice sounds stern, Yoongi follows through. He joins Taehyung by the window to watch Jimin disappear into space.

The first thing Jimin feels is cold. Extremely cold. He feels nothing at the same time, just his body floating in nothing. He tries to hold his breath for as long as he possibly can. As his body twists and turns away from the ship, his sight quickly fading, the last thing Jimin witnessing is Yoongi’s body against the window. Soon followed by a large splatter of blood and his lifeless body falling to the floor of the cafeteria. Jimin closes his eyes in a final goodbye, a single frozen tear stuck to his cheek as the void swallows him whole.

[bang-tan-bitches]

MONSTER MASH 2020 ENTRY 2

It was all... her. So many memos she'd left behind and even a lock of her hair. And so many pictures. From her social media, from her phone, asleep in her bed, at parties, and ones of her when she was-- oh God, he had been there.

For everything.

Warnings (SPOILERS IN WARNINGS): Stalking, obsession, slight mentions of non-consensual kissing and touching, death, angst, blood, slight gore

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Namjoon x Reader

The gentle morning light swept slowly over smooth satin skin. Tranquil songbirds drifted through the open window, waking the entwined lovers, spent from a late night. The man’s full lips drifted into a smile as he opened his eyes, automatically drifting down to the beautiful woman laying on his chest.

“Good morning, my Darling.” His whispered words filled the room. Inky hair fell over his forehead as his dark, doe-like eyes glowed with love.

How had he gotten so lucky? Abundant curls cascaded over a heart-shaped face, and long lashes brushed high proud cheekbones, and he knew when she opened her eyes, a colorful kaleidoscope awaited his hungry eyes. Her locks continued over mismatched raspberry lips, and over a bare, silken shoulder and swept over her graceful back. Possessive pride filled his chest. This was his soulmate; the one he’d waited for.

He slowly drifted one large palm down her delicate back, and back up again. “Wake up…” He murmured and smiled at her groan. “Come, the morning is moving without us.”

She slowly opened her soft eyes, meeting his intense gaze.

“You…” She whispered, “You're really here?”

God, it hadn't been a dream. When he'd come to Y/N out of nowhere outside of her apartment, she'd been shocked to see him. He was a friend of her boyfriend's. Kind, but quiet. The kind of handsome her best friend would usually go for. Namjoon had been welcoming when Yoongi introduced her to his friends. And Namjoon had justified being near her apartment, offering her a ride to the local college since Yoongi had been worrying over Y/N walking alone. She'd smiled at Yoongi's mother hen behavior and turned Namjoon down, and turned to keep walking. Then a sharp burn penetrated her neck and everything went black.

Tears burned her eyes, matching the inner sickness that made her dizzy.

He smiled. “I really am, Love. Finally, you're mine. I'd been waiting so long for you; did you know I saw you first--that night at the skating rink?” Large, calloused palms slipped over her as he flipped Y/N over.

"I was blindsided by your beauty and talent. I couldn't resist learning everything I could about you. I knew you were special. And Yoongi.. well, he'll forgive me eventually when he realizes how much you needed me. After that last fight with your parents..." She blinked up at him, those joyful tears sliding down her cheeks, laying pliant under his larger body. They'd only shared tender kisses, but he knew his sweet, shy Y/N would be ready for him to take her soon. He buried his face in her neck, leaving a soft kiss under her ear. "I am never letting you leave. I can keep you safe, and loved here."

Namjoon's raspy voice echoed in her ears.

Stalking.

He had been stalking her. How did he find out about her parents?

She had to get out of here. Where were they? Everything was so fuzzy after he'd drugged her. She still felt sluggish.

Trapped. Alone. Practically defenseless.

She plastered a frozen smile on her face. "N-Namjoon, I really need the bathroom and a shower. I'll be back in a bit, okay?"

He pouted and playfully kissed her. "It's Oppa to you now. Go, I'll make you breakfast." Such a tease to mention a shower and the tantalizing idea of her beautiful body. He wanted it all to himself, to enjoy her slowly and sweetly. What would it be like to make love to his soulmate?

Y/N was already backing away into the master bath, cringing when she realized the locks were disabled. Her heart was racing, and she slid down the door as she heard the footsteps fade. Did anyone know where she was? Her parents had practically disowned her last night after announcing she wanted to be with Yoongi for good. He was her forever.

And now...

She was trapped in a bathroom by her stalker. Those calls over the weeks, the notes and strange glitches in her laptop-- had it all been Namjoon?

Y/N raced to the toilet and vomited. Her legs were still so weak. She shook with terror and leaned against the toilet, the cool ceramic grounding her.

Breathe.

She needed to breathe. To get contact with the outside world or escape. But how? Namjoon hadn't been dangerous yet... maybe she could just walk out?

She washed her face robotically and left, nervous to take off her clothes in a place Namjoon could easily reach her.

Walking out the door slowly and quietly, Y/N crept along the short hallway and out to the kitchen and living room in the simple but tidy apartment Y/N assumed was Namjoon's. The far corner of his living room was the logical place to be, the complete opposite of the direction the man was busy in front of the stove, completely burning the pancakes he was attempting to make. He waved her over, his cold eyes boring into her. "Watch this for a minute while I get your surprise from the pantry."

As he walked away, Y/N took her chance and grabbed a slender, long knife from the rack next to the stove, and shoved it in her sleeve. She panted as if she was in a race, adrenaline pushing her senses into overdrive as she listened for Namjoons return.

Namjoon whistled merrily as he brought the bag to the table. He couldn't wait to show Y/N how he could, and did protect her. He grabbed her around the waist and led her to the table, returning to the kitchen to grab their plates and Y/N's favorite morning tea.

"Look, Darling," Namjoon said as she sat at the end of the table. She must want a good view of his gift. He grinned at her excitement and placed a plate with pancakes and bacon in front of her.

Did he not realize just how burned the food was? Y/N clenched her fists under the table. What was wrong with him? She looked up at him as he pulled the cloth off his "surprise" as Namjoon grinned, his sweet smiled so at odds with the madness lurking inside him. "I wanted to protect you. Now they will never hurt you again."

Time seemed to slow at that moment. A horrifying, slow moment in time as the realization of what she was staring at sank in. Y/N shrieked, nearly falling out of her chair.

No.

No, no, no...

Her mother and father's glassy eyes stared at her from mangled heads, the rusty scent of dried blood filling her nose. She slipped from her chair and onto the beige carpet, her body shaking with sobs.

He had... Namjoon had...

Killed them.

And she was trapped with this monster.

His grey socked feet stood in front of Y/N as he bent to comfort her. "The first body is always a little much, but--"

Y/N jerked away, standing up, nose to nose with Namjoon. "You are a monster!" She sneered at Namjoon, "You took my family! You stalked and drugged me! You're insane--"

Namjoon's fist struck out like a cobra, the slap leaving her ears ringing. "I am not insane," His nostrils flared as he stepped over her prone body. "I'm not like her, Y/N, I'm better. I am your soulmate. She always told me I'd find you."

Her? Y/N's head was throbbing as she held her face. "Who is--"

"--Not everyone believes in soulmates, but we are fated, darling." He cupped her bruised, throbbing cheek, smoothly cutting her off. "I'm sorry you are hurt, but we both know we cannot tolerate lying." Namjoon's dark eyes were stern. She dropped her head and nodded, relieved that the knife hadn't fallen from her sweater.

They ate in silence.

Y/N couldn't decide where her eyes should stay-- on the murderer, or her parents? Was it all her fault?

Her chest ached with the strain of trying to keep her grief at bay.

So her eyes focused on her plate as she pushed her food around. Namjoon ate easily, telling her about his homework and class schedule as if it was an everyday occurrence to have parts of corpses in his kitchen.

He left her alone in the kitchen, off to shower, but not before ordering her to stay in the living room. After the bodies and the brutal slap, Y/N felt too weak to fight back.

Namjoon twisted the knob in the shower stall, the faucet squeaking to life. Maybe he should have waited to show Y/N. But she had said she hated them over the phone, so maybe once the shock wore off, she would understand her newfound freedom.

Namjoon nodded to himself before his thoughts turned to the idea of Netflix and holding his sweet lover close. Would he finally be able to touch her the way he'd been aching to?

Y/N paced the apartment. The shock was starting to wear off and she had started moving; if only to get her body working again. She would get out. She would find a way to make him pay for what he'd done.

Y/N swallowed and turned to the windowpane, the high ride apartment making it impossible to call out to anyone. She was too far up. A swatch of color caught her eye and she turned to the wall, and the breath left her lungs at the sight in front of her.

It was all... her. So many memos she'd left behind and even a lock of her hair. And so many pictures. From her social media, from her phone, asleep in her bed, at parties, and ones of her when she was-- oh God, he had been there.

For everything.

"I never missed a day with you after I found you, darling," Y/N jumped and turned, her face glowing with pride. Namjoon knew she would love to see how close he was, how much he loved being with her.

She smiled at him, tears brimming. "You... you..."

Namjoon stepped close, able to smell her sweet perfume. "I know, my love. You were worth everything I had to give up. I love you enough to sacrifice my entire life."

“Y-You love me?” She asked.

“I love you more than you could imagine, Darling,” He smiled. Those deep, coffee-colored eyes took in every detail of his beloved's face. Y/N smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, stretching up to kiss him as she pulled the kitchen knife from her sleeve and stabbed the blade into his neck with all the force she could muster.

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Title: Our Haunted House Rating: M Genre: yandere, horror, smut Warnings: cursing, yandere behaviors, mention of blood, tentacle fucking, buckets of cum, biting, marking, possessiveness, unprotected sex Summary: On your first trip back to the Halloween Fest you ran into a quiet but attractive man. Once you get separated from your friends he can’t keep himself from touching you.

   The music box played alone on the stage. It reminded you of carnival music but there was a dark undertone to it. You were only twelve and your father decided to bring you to the annual Halloween Fest. You never got scared when someone jumped out in front of you. For some reason, you have never felt fear. Nothing ever frightened you like other people.

Your mother had voiced her concerns on more than one occasion. Calling you a freak, a monster, even going as far as a demon. She doesn’t speak to you anymore. Ignoring your existence and spending her time drinking wine and watching trash television.

The stage you sat a few rows away from had gone completely dark before a clown was in the spotlight. His makeup was done terribly. His lips were painted black which was peeling and the white paint on his face was cracking. As he smiled widely you could clearly see black smudges on his yellow teeth.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!! I am your host for this evening! And tonight I welcome you to The Clowning. I did not come up with the name by the way,” he spat as he spoke with a fake speech impediment. “And now I present to you, Stabby the Prankster.”

Your father’s eyebrow raised, just as many other parents at the name. Then a clown wearing all red and black popped out from behind the curtain. A laugh similar to Woody the Woodpecker reached your ears. And just as his name entailed, he had knives in both hands. His makeup was just as terrible as the first. Instead, his eyes had red circles and his cheeks had red spots on top of the cracking white paint.

He jumped down from the stage and in front of the first row viewers. His bulging eyes looked from left to right before lunging straight ahead and swiftly slit the young boy’s throat.

Screaming followed as people began to rush towards the exit. Your father picked you up and began to run with you tightly in his arms. Pushing his way through, he got to just outside the door before stopping dead in his tracks. Everyone around the two of you gasped as they saw the dagger sticking out of his back.

Your father looked down at you and smiled weakly before dropping to his knees and before he could fall forward onto you, a family friend hoisted you onto her hip. She ran with you as you looked back to your now-dead father lying on the floor.

The clown that had thrown the knife had made his way to your dad’s body and locked gazes with you. His smile was gone and he was no longer slashing townspeople one by one. He seemed as if he was worried about something.

The clown that had claimed to be the host grabbed Stabby by the neck and threw him back into the auditorium before disappearing behind the doors himself.

“It’s going to be okay sweetie. They can’t hurt you. There’s nothing you have to worry about,” the woman carrying you said softly as you began to cry. Your father was the only one that cared about you. And you were old enough to know that.

It’s been around a decade since then. You moved out of your mother’s house into your own. You finally had your own space. Your mother didn’t talk to you much after what happened. Only a few words every couple of weeks.

As you grew older, nobody realized your dad was one of the victims. Which led you to make friends. Your best friends were Jennie and Mark, they even wanted to be your roommates. You may not live alone but you still consider this your own space, compared to your mom’s house.

You laid in your bed as you played on your phone. It was already four in the morning, but you couldn’t sleep. Nothing worked. Listening to classical music, drinking some of Jennie’s chamomile tea, tossing and turning. Now you stared at your white ceiling thinking of other ways to fall asleep.

Halloween is coming up and you had to think of ways to decorate the house. No wonder why you can’t sleep, your mind always wanders off. Still, you think about all the decorations you have in storage in the attic and think of new ones you could buy.

As you zone out you see something in the corner of your eye. Quickly looking to the side, you see nothing but your closed closet door and look back up at the ceiling to see swirling patterns begin to slither across. They were navy blue mixed with graphite grey. They were like vines twisting and curling around each other. Your eyebrows furrowed as the vine-like tendrils became bigger like they were getting closer. You feel the smooth tip of the reaching blue vine graze your nose. You attempt to sink further into the bed but as you run out of space the tendril still follows and moves to the side to comfortingly caress the side of your face. It was gentle and you could feel your eyelids becoming heavier.

Trying to fight it, you struggle to keep your eyes open. Even attempting to hit it away with your hand but another tendril grabbed your wrist, with the utmost care. It laid your hand back down softly as if it didn’t want to cause you any pain, even a little.

Your eyes were closed by the time the most soothing voice you’ve ever heard say, “You have all the power over me.”

Mark jumping onto your bed while Jennie made an alarm go off on her phone was what woke you up. Mark began to shake you violently as he laughed, “It’s one in the afternoon, lazy ass. Get up.”

You weren’t able to say anything until he finished shaking you. Even then you didn’t say anything and just groaned. Mark and Jennie both started to jump on the bed and stopped abruptly to hear what you had to say.

“Fuck you,” you swiped your leg into theirs to make them fall. Jennie landed on her back on the bed and Mark landed on the floor.

“So mean,” Mark grumbled from the floor. You sat up and leaned on your elbow to give him a blank look when he popped his head up.

“So annoying.”

Mark laid back down on the floor to sulk while Jennie turned to you, “Wanna go to the Halloween Fest with us? I know you never go but it’ll be fun.”

You got up and walked to your bathroom connected to your room, closing the door behind you. You never told them about your father being one of the victims during what they called, Hallow’s Eve Massacre. You had always thought it was a dull name. Created by none other than the group of moms that have nothing better to do than to drink overcomplicated coffee that was too expensive for their small sizes and get into other people’s business like it’s their own.

Standing at the sink you thought about the pros and cons of going. Pros. Delicious seasonal foods, haunted houses, everything scary you love, and getting out of the house with your two best friends.

Cons. Paranoia, especially of clowns and stages, people you don’t like to even be within a ten-mile radius, and going outside.

You supposed the pros outweigh the cons. Who knows, it could be fun.

You regret your decision the moment you walked through the admission stands. Looking around you saw many clowns. Or were they your former classmates? It was hard to tell. None of these-

“Ow!” Landing on your ass you ended up dropping your coffee.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” The man who bumped into you kneeled down to make sure you were okay. You felt like you've seen his face before but couldn't really pinpoint where you've seen him.

"Yeah-yeah. I'm fine," you felt him begin to pull you up by your arms to stand up directly in front of him. “Are you okay? I mean I ran into you-”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Good,” you stood there awkwardly and watched as his hand soothingly rubbed your forearms. It felt comforting. His hands were warm and it seeped through your jacket and into your skin.

“Jennie, I think we’re interrupting something,” Mark joked as he leaned into Jennie’s side like he was whispering to her but spoke in a normal, almost loud voice.

Your face gained a red hue as you stepped away from the man who tried to look into your very soul, “Sorry again. I’ll try to pay more attention.” You stared at the ground and began to quickly walk away from the man.

“Please don’t. I’d love to run into you again sometime,” he called out before turning the other way and continued his path to wherever he was going. You kept walking with Jennie and Mark until you arrived at the part of the fairgrounds where they had all the rides.

First, you rode the Twirling Tangerines, inside the large oranges there was a wheel you could all turn. Then, you rode the Spider, where you sat in a cart-like box that spun as the arms lifted you up and down.

You were on your way to the haunted house when you turned to Mark, “I think I just saw-” Noticing he’s not with you, you look around the crowd to try and spot him. “Jennie, where’d Mark go?”

She turned to you and looked around as well, “How the hell could we lose him?” She took out her phone from her pocket and clicked on his contact to call him. He didn’t answer.

“We’ll have to split up and look for him,” you shrugged as you headed toward back the way you came and Jennie veering left from the way you were going.

It took almost half an hour before you get a call from Jennie, telling you she found him. She failed to mention the man that Mark had crossed paths with on his adventure.

You met them at one of the tents where they had a rigged game for people to play as stuffed animals hung from the top. You may or may not have stopped at the apple cider stand on your way to the game tent.

“Woooooow. You didn’t get us any?” Mark was obviously hurt but you didn’t really care. “You shouldn’t have wandered off like you did cause then we’d both have apple cider right now,” you took a sip of your hot drink while looking at him.

Your eyes shift to the man who you had bumped into earlier. You began to cough up the warm beverage that was trying to intrude into your lungs from your sharp intake of breath. Coughing into your sleeve, you tried to breathe again before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“Mark ran into me while I was heading toward the Baker’s Street and he was looking somewhere else,” his smile was so big it made his eyes turned into crescent moons. It almost made you want to smile. He walked closer to you before reaching out his hand to you, “My name’s Jimin. What’s yours?”

You stood there wide-eyed and shocked before snapping out of it and taking his hand. Maybe a bit too eagerly, “Y/n.” You took your hand back and turned to Mark and Jennie, “Ready for the haunted house?”

Mark groaned and Jennie gave an unconvincing “yeah” as she kind of curled into herself. You lead the way and never turned to look if Jimin had ended up following you or went ventured off somewhere else.

You didn’t really know what to do with guys. Keeping to yourself you never really talked to people. Especially guys so it was kind of new and weird for you to speak with such an attractive guy that wasn’t a close friend like Mark.

Walking up to the house you showed the wristband you got at the admissions booth to allow you to go in.

"I'm sorry sir. If you don't have a wristband then I can't let you in," the woman at the entrance practically spat the person she was talking to.

You turned around to see her speaking to Jimin and felt kind of annoyed by how she spoke to him. She didn’t really have any reason to be so rude, that you knew of. “He did have one, I saw it on his wrist a few minutes ago,” you don't know why you were vouching for this guy. You just felt like it, you guessed.

The lady reluctantly nodded him through with a sneer. He smiled politely towards her before joining your group into the dark foyer.

As a dressed up ghoul jumped out in front of you and Jimin, you did nothing but stare blankly at the man while Mark yelped and Jennie gasped. How Jimin ended up next to you, you didn't know.

Jimin noticed how the jump scare didn't frighten you. He found it intriguing, in fact. You didn’t even bat an eyelid.

“Where’s Mark?” Jimin’s head snapped to you as you looked around for your not-so-bright friend once again. Jimin began to look around with you.

“You must be fucking kidding me,” Jennie sighed before saying, “I’ll go look for him so he doesn’t make any weird friends in here.”

Leaving you and Jimin alone, you kept walking through the hallways and up the staircase. Many people attempted to scare you but none of them succeeded. And Jimin tried not to laugh at your reaction to their attempts. It’s not that he was making fun of you. He was just amused how much effort the actors put into being frightening and all they get is your eyebrow raised at most.

You felt Jimin take your hand gently and slowly tighten his grip into a comfortable hold, “I’m scared.”

Immediately, you could tell he wasn’t scared at all. He just wanted a reason to hold your hand like he was smooth. But you didn’t really have the heart to take your hand away. And you didn’t really want to. You felt him come closer to you bit by bit until your shoulders were rubbing against each other.

“You wouldn’t mind if I held you would you?” Jimin broke the eerie silence that sat between you two.

“Why do you want to?” you found the question odd but weren’t completely opposed to it. You weren’t a hoe but he just made you feel comfortable.

“Cause I want to get closer to you.”

“But you’re already close to me,” you smiled. “I suppose.”

He reciprocated your smile and let go of your hand to wrap around your shoulders. He tugged you closer so you were tucked into his side. The warmth from his body kept you from shivering because of the freezing temperatures inside the building.

Seeing a door crack open not far down the hallway, you expected someone to jump out of the room. Getting close enough to look into the bedroom, no one jumped out. Jimin noticed your interest in the room and peeked inside with you. The only thing in the room was a wardrobe, a desk, a king-sized bed, and a mirror hanging in front of the desk. All were caked with dust.

“Must be an extra room they decided not to use,” you concluded before you took a glance at Jimin, only to meet his eyes. You quickly looked away and awkwardly scanned the room.

All you heard were his footsteps before feeling his grip your arm to turn you towards him, “Keep your eyes on me.”

Your cheeks felt like the sun had been shining on them for hours. And as he demanded, you kept your eyes on him. The thumb on the hand that rested on the side of your face came up to slightly pull down your bottom lip.

“You wouldn’t mind, right?” he said quietly then bit his lip while looking at yours.

Shaking your head gently, Jimin kissed you without a second thought. It was rough and hungry. He didn’t hold back for a second. Licking your lips, practically begging for access. You parted your lips slightly and that’s all he needed to slip his tongue into your mouth. No inch was left untouched. He started to walk forward making you walk back until the back of your knees hit the bed.

After falling back on the bed, Jimin practically ripped off his thick black hoodie, showing the loose white shirt beneath. It was thin and the neckline hung well below his collarbones. The hoodie landed somewhere by the door as he got down on the floor on his knees. He gently took hold of the waistband on your pants before pulling them down slowly. As they pooled around your ankles, he came back up to start peppering kisses along your inner thighs.

“I’m sorry baby girl, I would take my time with you but I can’t wait anymore,” his voice was thick with arousal as he tore off your shoes, socks, and pants. “I need to have you.”

Jimin ripped your panties from your waist and fell to the floor in shreds, “I’ll get you new ones.”

Trailing more kisses down your thighs he got closer and closer to your core. His fingers began to skim over your folds and dip between them to land right on your clit. Rubbing small circles around it, his soft lips were at the apex of your thigh.

He was so gentle with you, you weren’t sure how to feel. Adored, impatient, excited. Personally, you were never the vanilla type.

   Jimin was so close to your core, so close. But he pulled away at the last second. You whined, at which Jimin laughed at, as he pulled his shirt off from over his head. Tossing his shirt away he climbed back up your body.

   “There’s something I need to show you,” Jimin’s eyes were dark with excitement as he hovered over you.

   Your puzzled look was all he needed to continue to show what he meant. He was groaning as his head hung and his expression made it seem like he was in pain. You didn’t understand what was happening until you saw the tendrils coming out from his back. They were cobalt blue. Two were thinner than the other two. They grew and grew towards the ceiling but stopped just short of it. Once they were straight, as if they were stretching, they curled back down towards you and Jimin. They floated in the air and you stared at them. You weren’t appalled. No, you were...curious. You would’ve never thought he was anything other than human.

   It’s not like you believed in aliens and werewolves it’s just you the type of person that thought, maybe they do exist, maybe they don’t. It looks like they do.

   “Are you gonna fuck me with those or not?” you said half-joking.

   “You’re not disgusted? Horrified?” Jimin could not believe what he was hearing. You wanted him to fuck you with his tentacles. You wanted him.

   “No, why would I be? I’m surprised and I have some questions but those can wait till later. Don’t you think?” you answered honestly and looked Jimin in the eyes while you said it. And after you said it, the tendrils behind Jimin visibly relaxed.

   Jimin’s eyes lit up for only a second before he attacks your neck with his pillowy lips. One of the smaller tentacles reaches down between your legs causing you to get surprised and you try to close them. Jimin sucks on your neck harder as he held your legs open with his right hand, “It’s okay, jagi. I’ll make you feel good.”

   As Jimin nibbles on a particularly sensitive spot, you moaned. He almost came right then and there. Your voice was already music to his ears. But your moans? Absolutely heavenly. He tried his best to keep his body from shaking from the numerous shivers. Part of him couldn’t even believe that this was happening. He was touching you, breathing in your scent, pleasuring you. It was his dreams coming true and he was intoxicated with everything you.

   The tentacle between your legs began to rub your clit faster than what Jimin did. More moans started to escape you and your head tilted back into the pillows. Jimin was still making his way all-around your neck, making sure he was marking your neck thoroughly.

You felt the other small tendril circling your entrance. Becoming coated with your arousal. It slowly began to enter, inch by inch. It was about the same thickness as your trusty vibrator at home so you stretched to its girth with ease. Its smooth texture slipped past your walls effortlessly.

Jimin was starting to groan the deeper the tendril went. His breath became heavy as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “Jagi~ you’re so tight around him. I can’t wait until my cock is inside your hot cunt. Can I, jagiya?”

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck me,” you said brokenly in between moans.

Jimin sat up and quickly unbuttoned his pants and took them off swiftly. The two larger tentacles reached down to you and took off your coat and shirt. You arched from the building pressure in your abdomen just in time for them to take your bra off.

The tentacle fucking you took up a hastened pace. It was starting to go deeper and deeper with every thrust. The knot in your lower stomach grew tauter. Jimin kissed you feverishly and swallowed your moans as you got closer to the peak. The very last thrust of the tendril made you come the hardest you’ve ever came before. You felt the tendril in your stomach as it spurted. As did every other tentacle and even Jimin’s cock was spewing out cum.

Jimin’s moan was getting you excited again. It was deep and guttural. You were panting as you felt full of his cum and felt more cum on your chest and stomach.

“I didn’t know all of them had cum,” you chuckled as you regained your breath.

Jimin laughs with you, “Now you know how I felt the first I jerked off.”

His statement made you laugh harder as both of you came down from your highs. The appendage slowly began to pull out of your cum-filled cunt. You whimpered from the sensitivity. Jimin’s cum flowed out of your entrance before Jimin plugged you up with the tip of his cock.

Feeling the head, you realized just how big Jimin was. Being too distracted to notice earlier. Jimin could tell your realization by your expression.

“What’s the matter, jagi? Never had anyone this big before?” Jimin knows he was being a tease. Even though he doesn’t want to even think about the others who’ve touched you. Only he can touch you like this. He’s the only one who can pleasure you.

You knew what he was doing. He was getting smug. But you didn’t really have the patience to play games with him.

“Who knows.”

Jimin’s smirk fell as yours grew. Jimin stared into your eyes as he slammed his entire length into you in one thrust.

“You know I’ve stuffed you full. I don’t think there’s even any room for one of my tentacles. I can feel how I’m stretching you,” Jimin wasn’t going to let you win this one.

He wrapped his arms around your waist to bring you with him as he sat back on his heels. Your chest heaved from his massive girth inside you. One small tendril wrapped around your wrists and held them above your head, the other small one began to circle at your puckered hole while a larger one spread your right cheek to give it room. And lastly, the last, larger tentacle curled around one of your breasts.

Jimin slowly pulled out his thick cock before slamming back into your hot cunt. His moans mixed with yours as his pace became faster. Soon he was slamming in and out of you at a bruising pace. The appendage at your tight hole caught some of yours and Jimin’s combined cum and lubed you up.

At first, it only dipped in its tip. After a few thrusts, it started to go further. Still taking on a slow pace, it steadily enlarged your hole.

Jimin’s right arm let go of your waist to support himself above you as he leaned forward. He was still pistoning in and out of you with no intention of slowing down. Hair stuck to his forehead as did yours. Moans left you uncontrollably as both of your holes were being fucked and your tit was being gripped.

You felt the pressure on your breast vanish before feeling the said tendril slither up your neck. You hear Jimin breathe out a laugh as he saw his appendage shyly touch you.

“I think he wants to know if you could suck him,” Jimin smirked, knowing that’s exactly what it wanted.

Opening your mouth, the tendril appeared to become a light blue as it took the invitation. You felt the tentacle practically purr from the wetness and warmth from your mouth. It thrusted into you languidly. Not going very deep so it wouldn’t hurt you.

“Look at you. Being a slut for me. All your holes are filled with parts of me.”

His thrusts were becoming sloppy. And the tendril in your mouth was going down into your throat until you were gagging with every plunge. Your ass was so stretched out you knew that there was going to be a gap now. Maybe not a large one but there will be one. And Jimin was still pounding your swollen cunt with his massive girth.

The tendril around your wrists let go to reach down to rub your clit in quick, small circles. You’re loud, almost screaming moans were muffled by the deep throating appendage.

You could feel you were getting so close to your release. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach building. By Jimin’s groans growing louder and his sloppy pace, you tell he was close too.

He opened his eyes to see your body being completely surrounded by him. He let his arm fall around your waist again but he laid his head between your tits and put the rest of his energy into the last few hard pumps and stilled as he felt your walls flutter around him.

Your eyes rolled into your skull and Jimin squeezed his eyes closed tightly. Your walls milked Jimin’s cock as it pulsed and shot cum inside you. You felt all the tentacles pulse out cum into your throat, ass, and onto your clit and mound.

Reaching up to Jimin’s hair, you carded your fingers through the strands. Both of you were trying to calm your breathing down. Jimin was still coming but the tendril down your throat pulled out so you could breathe more easily.

Jimin began to kiss your sternum after he came down from his high. You glanced down and back up, only to glance down again to notice a visible bulge in your stomach, that's still growing.

"How much cum do you have?!" you exclaimed as you watched it grow bit by bit.

"Don't pretend you don't like it," Jimin's smug attitude was still there as he knew he was right by your silence.

Jimin reluctantly pulled out of you and he didn’t mind how much cum was pouring out of your cunt. He knew there were going to be many more times like this. And that’s when he’ll worry about keeping you plugged up but for now, he just wanted to fall asleep next to you.

He pulled your exhausted body back up to the pillows with using the help from his now sky blue tentacles before they slowly retracted back into the slits in his back.

“We should probably go, Mark and Jennie might be worried about us,” trying to sit up Jimin pulled you back down.

“No need to be in a hurry, jagi. You’re too exhausted to go out looking for him-them right?” Jimin brushed the hair from your forehead so he could see your eyes more clearly.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s just hope none of the employees find us,” you huffed out a laugh as you snuggled further into the covers.

Jimin wrapped his arms around you and entangled his legs with yours. He wasn’t able to even doze off until you were sound asleep. He tried not to think about what just happened so he wouldn’t become hard and wake you up. He needed the whole night to transform this place back to the original with how worn out he is.

“Goodnight jagi. Tomorrow you’ll start your new life here with me. In our own haunted house.”

You woke up to Jimin hugging you tightly beneath the warm blanket that you had dirtied just a few hours ago. Your muscles didn’t want to make any effort to move so you had to lay there until you had the energy to get up and get dressed. Stretching out your legs a bit you felt a crack somewhere in your spine. You’re puzzled about how that would affect your back but you don’t worry about it. Nuzzling back into Jimin’s neck, you finally remembered Jennie and Mark being in the house with you. They must have gone home without you given how long it’s been.

They were adults, no reason to really worry about them. You tucked the blanket over your shoulder to hide from the cold draft. Jimin felt you moving around so he got impossibly closer to you and pulled the blanket up to his neck so it covered most of your head.

You groaned and tilted your head up causing your chin to rest on his chest making your lips pout. He cracked an eye open to see what you were doing. Seeing your sleepy, pouty face made him let out a breathy chuckle.

Jimin leaned down to kiss your forehead, “Did you sleep well?” He continued his kisses all over your face, moving down to reach your nose.

“Mm-hm,” your eyes were still closed when you thought about what it was. “Do you know what time it is?”

“No,” he kept smothering your face in kisses.

“I have to go home soon.”

“No.”

“No? I kinda do. I need clean clothes, I need a shower, and I need to check up on Jennie and Mark,” you began to untangle yourself from Jimin’s arms and legs only to have him roll you over to lay on you. “Jimin~ I have to get up,” laughing you tried to roll back over Jimin had you completely pinned.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly into your ear before he kissed right below your lobe. “My marks are fading already, stay still.”

You huffed as he darkened the already almost purple hickeys on your neck, “After this, you have to get off me so I can go home.”

“But you can’t go home. You live here now, with me,” he pushed himself up with his forearms on the mattress. His eyes were stone. But they were warm as they bore into yours. “You’re not leaving me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” you whispered as you maintained eye contact. “How can either of us live here when it’s just a stage for townspeople to dress up and scare people?”

“It seems, you haven’t noticed the change in the room,” Jimin smirked as his eyes left yours to scan the room, causing you to follow his actions.

The room was no longer a dirty beige with dust-covered furniture. It’s the same exact room except, it was gray. Everything in the room was gray beside you two. The window that had light from the fair shining through was completely blacked out. And the mirror above the desk was completely shattered. Little to no pieces remained in the frame.

“Besides, your friends tried to find us but they kind of got trapped,” He laid back down next to you and rested his head on his hand. “So there’s no need to worry about them, sweetheart.”

You pushed his arm off and swung your legs onto the floor but you felt the familiar wetness from one of Jimin’s tentacles wrap around your abdomen. It made you sit back down and pulled you back to Jimin.

“It’s true that you have all the power over me. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you go.”

Your heart undoubtedly fluttered.

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Monster Mash Writing Challenge 2020

A very special thank you to everyone that decided to participate in this years Monster Mash Writing Challenge. This year was very hard for everyone to find inspiration and motivation to write and we are honored that these people decided to write for our challenge. 

It Wasn’t Me by @xxgothickxx

Room Service by @steakieandsnakeu

For Everything by @waiting for confirmation of tumblr username

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DISCLAIMER: Hey everyone! A&B here! Just a quick note to say that we DID NOT write this fic! It was written by one of our lovely followers for our writing contest. So please enjoy and remember to vote!

Title: Like I Can Rating: M Genre: Yandere/horror, smut Pairings: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader Word Count: 10.1k Warnings: Yandere themes (obsession, stalking, non-consensual voyeurism, threatening, light sexual harassment), Smut (oral (female receiving), derogatory names, unprotected sex, dirty talk, cum kink), college au, bashing economics. Summary: Through a chance encounter of circumstance, Taehyung came into your life like a mantra. His mind was entranced with you, wanting to give you nothing more than his mind, his heart and soul. And even though another lover has hold of your hand, Taehyung was going to show you, that your other lover could never love you like he can.

It was another long and boring day. You tapped your pen repeatedly to a rhythm in your head that no one else could hear as you leaned your cheek to rest against your open palm. Your eyes shifted to look at the clock across the room. Only a few more minutes before you could escape the hell of a class that was Economics. You tapped your foot impatiently, praying for the minutes to move just a little faster. You didn’t have anywhere important to be after class, but you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up and bed, catch up on your YouTube binge of the new Shane Dawson series and just relax.

Across the room, a pair of eyes were trained on your fingers. How they curved and fiddled with the cheap plastic of the pen, how they molded into the soft flesh of your cheek and twirled around a strand of loose hair framing your face. Oh, how to be that close to your body? How soft would that supple skin feel beneath rough hands? With fingers slowly skimming down your frame as soft noises left your lips in a mantra, pleading, for something rougher, harder-

The second the professor dismissed the class you sprang up from your seat, hastily shoving your laptop back into your bag before making a beeline for the door. You were so close to the exit, so close to walking through the threshold with the rest of your rushing peers. In your haste to leave though, you had bumped into a rather firm surface, causing you to fall flat on your behind.

“Ow…” you mumbled, rubbing your sore shoulder and noting the pain from your tailbone.

“I-I’m so sorry.”

Suddenly a rich, bright pair of eyes were staring into your own, flickering over your body in a quick survey. You smiled gratefully, taking the outstretched hand the man had offered to you as you rose gracefully to your feet. You eyed the flexing muscles in his arm as he pulled you up and you unconsciously licked your lips.

“It’s okay…uh, Taehyung, right?” you asked as you picked up your fallen bag from the floor.

“Y-Yeah! We were in Western Civ together last semester.” a blush crept up Taehyung’s cheeks while his fingers played with a fray in his jeans. “A-Are you sure you’re alright Y/N?”

You raised your brow at him, cocking your hip to the side as you fished your earbuds out of your pockets.

“You remember my name?” Taehyung nodded eagerly as he watched you plug the jack into your phone. “Usually no one remembers who I am.” you hummed, fiddling with the music app on your phone.

“How could I forget you Y/N.”

It was a statement, not a question. You stared at Taehyung for a second too long, and you were sure he could tell that the chuckle you let out in the next second was too forced. Too loud in your ears. But he only smiled at you with his lips parted in a grin.

“Alright, well, I guess I’ll, umm, see you next class.” you gave Taehyung a little wave, putting your earbuds in your ears and turning the volume up as loud as you could, leaving the room and the tall man behind.

Taehyung sighed softly, shaking his hips in a little dance as he picked up his dropped book from the ground. As he bent down, a clear shine stared back up at him. He grabbed his book and the pen that had dropped next to it. Your pen. The same pen that you had been fidgeting with just moments ago. Filled with dark navy ink with teeth marks in the plastic end, Taehyung hummed softly and slipped it into his back pocket.

He’d have to return it to you later.

~*~

The following day came and went, and you found yourself sitting back in the throes of the evening Economics class. Your professor droned on and on about the importance of market price-ups and consumer intelligence but you couldn’t care less about the words coming out of his mouth.

“Damn,” you muttered under your breath as your hand rummaged through the small pocket of your backpack. Just wonderful. You had managed to lose your favorite and only pen. You sighed, leaning back in your chair just to accept the fact that it was just now taken into the void of lost things. You tapped at your computer in regret as you now were forced to take notes in a Word Doc; you weren’t the fastest of typers and you knew you were bound to miss some of the information. Stupid professor for not posting his lessons online. You’d have to borrow the extra notes from someone later, you mused.

In the same spot from across the room, steady eyes followed the slow pace of your fingers moving across the keys of your laptop. It was almost as if he could hear the soft taps of frustration from such a distance and the eyes couldn’t help but crinkle up in amusement. But they soon widened when they noticed the bite to your lower lip, how the soft pink flesh disappeared and returned with a dark and heady blush. He wanted to make that blush appear all over your body. From your lips, slick with love and the promises of what’s to come. From your cheeks, flushed with embarrassment from begging for more and more of him and only him. From places even lower, bruised and marked with the imprints of his hands, his teeth, over supple and smooth skin as he claims you as his. How his ears would tingle as your broken whimpers leave those cherry-kissed lips, calling out his name, asking to be used, begging for more of his touch, pleading for him to just go a little lower and feel how needy I am for you-

You almost cried in relief when the professor wrapped up his lecture, quickly reminding you about the term paper that would be due in a few weeks before waving a dismissing hand in the air. You hummed a tune to yourself as you brought your bag into your lap, double and triple checking that your pen was in fact not there before huffing in defeat. You pulled out your phone as you stood from the desk, trying to remember the brand of the pen so you could order some more of them online when a large hand slowly skimmed the wood of your desk, dropping the pen you had lost in its wake. You managed to catch Taehyung’s wink before he left over the threshold of the classroom, and you hastily packed up your things in order to catch up to him.

“Hey, Taehyung!”

He turned at the top of the stairs, his smile large and radiant when he knew it was you calling out for him. He waited for you to catch up with him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the tiny stride you had. It was completely and utterly adorable.

“Hey you.” Taehyung chuckled at your grateful smile as you brandished the pen around like a sword. He knew you were thanking him for returning it, but his thoughts barely processed the words the left your lips. He was staring into your eyes instead, at the swirling colors and emotions they held.

“Would you mind if I walked you home?” he asked suddenly, cutting off your rambling about how smoothly the pen’s ink wrote.

“Um, sure! Yeah that’d be nice.” you nodded, staring the descent down the stairs with Taehyung at your heels. “It’s been getting darker sooner, and the house I’m at is a little ways away.”

“You live in a house?” Taehyung cocked his head to the side as he held the door open for you, his lips pulling up when you thanked him.

“Mmhmm! Well, me and my roommates rent it out from this lovely little old couple. They’re retired down in the warmer parts of the country and they rent the rooms out to the college students for a little extra cash. It’s nice having private bathrooms and a bathtub, you wouldn't believe.” you chuckled as you guided Taehyung off the main college road and towards the little suburbs that surrounded the campus.

“It sounds lovely.” Taehyung hummed as he observed the quaint little houses you both passed by. Some lawns overgrown; others manicured with wilting flowers from the changing seasons. They were bright and welcoming, with yellowing streetlights and weeping willow trees.

“Loki!”

Your outburst startled Taehyung, and he watched with wide eyes as you ran up to a small blue house, trampling through the front yard to grab a black cat from an open windowsill.

“Is that your cat?” Taehyung chuckled as you pressed soft kisses onto the cat’s head.

“He may as well be,” you chuckled as Taehyung stroked the cat’s back. “He’s my roommate’s. But he loves hanging out on my windowsill because the sunlight always hits it just right. But I usually crack my window to air out my bedroom and I’m always afraid this sweet man is going to run away.”

Taehyung hummed thoughtfully at your words, nodding his head while your voice filled his mind.

“Well, thank you again for walking me home. I really appreciate it.” you smiled and you could’ve sworn Taehyung’s eyes grew three shades brighter.

“Of course, any time Y/N. You and Loki enjoy your evening.” Taehyung sent you a wink and turned on his heels, walking back down the sidewalk from which you came.

“Huh,” you muttered as your fingers scratched behind Loki’s ears. “What do you think Loki?” you turned to look into the cat’s green eyes and he blinked back at your slowly.

“Exactly as I thought,” you nodded as you walked into the house. “A little weird...but oddly charming.”

Later that night you entered your room with a sigh, letting your back fall against your bedroom door as you rubbed your eyes. You had to put Jisoo and Jennie to bed, those two drunkards, but you loved and cared for them too much to just leave them out in the cold living room drunk off their rockers at three in the morning. So, you put them both to bed, placed cups of water and Tylenol by their beds for the morning to come and hurried off to your room before they could catch you. Not that you think they could get out of bed once they hit the soft comforter as sleep lulled them away.

You heaved yourself off the door and moved to the little speaker that sat on your desk, pulling your phone out of your back pocket while putting on some soft music. You clicked on the lamp, basking the room in a soft glow as you swayed along to the music, throwing your phone on your bed in a flourish as part of your dance. It’s late, you thought, no one will see me this late in the night. You began to sing along softly to the music when you moved to crack open the large window in your room, letting the crisp fall air inside as your open curtains swayed with the breeze.

Oh, what a beautiful voice you have.

You swayed your hips from side to side as you sauntered over to your dresser, pulling it open with a little extra shake of your hips in time with the beat from the song. Your back was to the window as you shimmied out of your jeans, your voice muffling against your shirt as you pulled that over your head too. Your bare back was exposed, making you shiver from the cool wind hitting your skin. You quickly pulled off your panties and replaced them just as fast with a pair as dark as twilight.

That color looks so delectable against your skin, oh how would you react to me pulling them down your thighs with my teeth? So slow with my tongue just barely brushing over your skin, leaving you bare and open to my wandering eyes.

You opened another drawer and hummed in thought as your fingers roamed over the soft fabrics nestled within. You made your decision and plucked the silk shirt from the confines of your dresser, letting the white fabric envelop your arms in cool kisses against your skin as it fell down over the curve of your back, the hem just barely covering the twilight between your legs. You danced around your room and turned the music down just a little lower before landing on your bed with a soft plop. You kicked your legs up in the air, watching them keep in time to the rhythm of the music with soft giggles falling past your lips. You picked up your phone and the screen illuminated your face as you continued to kick along to the song, your thumb brushing over the LED screen gently.

Oh, how you tease me in the best of ways, angel. Moving your hips and those legs in such a tantalizing way, like you want me to kneel in front of your alter and just beg for your touch, your voice, your taste. Then to tease me with silk kissing your skin so beautifully, covering the parts of you that I want to devour the most. If only I could touch you, make you mine beneath my lips and fingertips. I’d have you begging for me, pleading please don’t stop, I need you, I want you so so bad, please unravel me with everything you have to give. Oh, sweet angel, I will make you mine.

Your head snapped towards the window, gazing out into the still night. You stood slowly, approaching the window with soft steps. You poked your head out, looking left, looking right, before humming in confusion. You closed the window, locking it and drawing your curtains as you made your way back to bed. A feeling of uneasiness settled in the pit of your stomach, a shiver running down your spine. No, you were just imagining things.

If only you had looked straight down in the rose bushes below. You would’ve had a sight to behold hiding behind soft petals. Messy brown strands of hair sticking up in places from where a hand ran through the silky strands. Sweet sweat running down a sharp, curved jawline, tasting like rosewater cologne and a mixture of adrenaline and regret. Full, parted lips, whispering dirty thoughts to the moon as they grew red from exertion and the bites to savor the feeling of long, rough fingers wrapped around a desperate hardness.

“Fuck…”

He tucked himself back into his jeans as he rose on shaky knees, hoping to peer through your window one more time, to send you the sweetest goodnight kiss, but whined in disappointment when he found his view obstructed by unwanted curtains. The hours had been worth it, just to see you lose yourself in your own world, to watch you be so in tune with your body and thoughts. He knew he was obsessed, but how could it be so bad when it made him feel so fucking good?

He stood on his feet and scurried off into the darkness of the night, waiting for the next time you two would meet and see each other again.

~*~

Taehyung would like to think you and him have become acquaintances. You would always give him a wave when you walked into class, and he’d wave back from his perch in the raised back of the classroom. He asked you to join him in the back one day, the seats to his left and right always conveniently available, but you declined, telling him you couldn’t see that far away and needed to sit towards the front.  He recommended maybe seeing an eye doctor, but you just laughed and told him you couldn’t afford that. His heart broke when you told him that. You deserved the best things in the world, and nothing less, including optical care.

On Monday you didn’t come to class.

On Wednesday you still were nowhere to be found.

Once Friday rolled around and you still weren’t coming to class, Taehyung was out of his mind with worry. Throughout the entire class Taehyung couldn’t focus. All his thoughts were on you, you, you. Where were you? Were you okay, hurt, did you need help? Why didn’t he think to get your number before you had up and vanished? His leg wouldn’t stop shaking and his fingers tapped impatiently on the desk. He was going to see you, he needed to see you. He needed to make sure you were okay.

Once the class was over, Taehyung jumped to his feet and hurried to the door, determination set in his features.

“Taehyung, can you come back for a minute?”

Taehyung growled in annoyance before turning back into the room, plastering a fake smile onto his face as he approached the professor’s desk.

“Yes sir?”

“Miss L/S emailed me last night-”

“She did?! Is she okay?” Taehyung suddenly was very interested in what the senile old man had to say, his eyes widening with worry.

“She’s fine Mr. Kim, just very sick at the moment.” the professor eyed his student for a second before shaking his head.

“Anyways, she asked me if I could give you this week’s handouts to give to her. She said you two were friends and would like to get started on the make-up work over the weekend.”

“Friends…?” Taehyung’s lips pulled up into a dreamy smile as the professor dumped the week’s workload into his waiting arms. “I’ll make sure she gets them sir.”

“Very good. Enjoy your weekend Mr. Kim.” the professor watched as Taehyung left the room, arguably in a better mood than he has seen his student in, in a long while.

Taehyung walked as fast as he could down the sidewalk towards your little home. God, he hoped you were taking care of yourself. Or your roommates were helping you out. But it would be pointless anyways, he knew no one could take care of you like he could.

He approached the little blue house, slightly out of breath and hair askew as he knocked on the door. When he heard the door rattle, he managed to pull a smile up his cheeks, hoping to make a good first impression on your roommates, but his smile slowly slid down his face and formed into a scowl once his eyes met who was standing in the threshold.

“Oh! Um, hello.” the man on the other side of the door smiled, his pretty pink lips matching the color of his soft, fluffy hair. “Can I help you?”

“Where’s Y/N?”

The other man frowned at the tone in Taehyung’s voice, and Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle when the other man stood just a little taller, puffing his chest out.

“Who’s asking?” he raised his brow at Taehyung.

“Jimin,”

A soft croak sounded from further in the house and Taehyung’s heart broke at the sight. You approached the two men slowly, being dragged down by the large purple blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Your eyes were hollow and empty, and your nose as red as can be, but you still mustered up a smile when you saw Taehyung, and that alone made his heart soar in his chest.

“Y/N, you should be in bed.” Jimin lightly scolded you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Screw that, you were taking too long.” you mumbled and Taehyung snorted at your comment.

“I have the missing work from this past week.” Taehyung held out the papers lamely, and Jimin’s face lit up in recognition as you took the stack.

“Oh! So, you’re Taehyung then?” Jimin held out his hand. Taehyung stared at him for a few seconds before begrudgingly taking the peace offer, not missing the way Jimin’s hand squeezed just a little too hard. Not that Taehyung wasn’t doing the same.

“In the flesh.”

“Jiminie, could you please go put these on my desk for me?” you looked up at Jimin with wide eyes, batting your lashes up at him. “Please?”

“Sure, anything for you babe.” Jimin smiled down at you, giving your head a little scratch. “Nice to meet you Taehyung.”

“Mm, likewise.” Taehyung said as Jimin left the entryway.

“Thank you, Taehyung.” you sniffled, rubbing your nose with your fist balled up in the blanket. Taehyung cooed softly, a cute pout pulling down his lips.

“Are you doing okay Y/N? Really?” you sighed at the seriousness in his voice, nodding your head slowly.

“I’m doing better than before; this isn’t even the worst part of it. I should be back in class on Monday though. Hopefully.” you managed a smile. “Thankfully I’ve had Jimin to help nurse me back to health.”

“Are you and him…?” Taehyung let his thoughts trail off, looking at you expectantly.

“Together?” you finished with a cough. “Mmhmm, for a while now.”

You were thrusted into another coughing fit, and didn’t see the malice in Taehyung’s eyes once he heard your confirmation.

“Feel better soon Y/N.”

You looked up to see Taehyung running away from your house, you watched him for a second before shaking your head, turning back inside.

“What a strange dude…”

~*~

Taehyung cursed as he lay in bed that night, scrolling through all your social media: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. None of them mentioned nor showed Jimin even once. He shook his head and threw his phone down onto the comforter in frustration.

“Jimin,” Taehyung growled, punching the mattress. He stood, moving to the small desk in the corner of the room as he thought. He glanced at the wall in front of him, freshly painted and dried into a beautiful dark navy blue. The same color of the panties you put on a few nights ago. Your favorite color. He smiled when his eyes met your face, again, and again, all pinned up on the blue wall in front of him. Most pictures were from your social media, but some he took himself from his little hiding spot in the rose bushes, from the back of the classroom when no one else was paying attention. He opened the journal that rested on the desk, glancing through the written fantasies, the moonlit thoughts from the dirtiest part of his mind on what he wanted to do to you, what he desired, what he needed to have.

As he flipped, he came upon a page he had written with the pen you oh so clumsily dropped. Your name. Repeated over and over again in loops and hearts and every which way between. Taehyung thumbed at the indentations in the paper, remembering how hard he had pressed, how hard he had held himself while the thoughts of you overfilled and controlled his mind, bringing him the greatest pleasure that was dried onto the paper as he came with your name on his lips.

Taehyung chuckled.

Jimin. He was merely an obstacle in Taehyung’s plan to make you become his. Jimin couldn’t even compare to what Taehyung could do and give you. Would Jimin study every part of you like Taehyung had? He knew everything. From your favorite color and food, right down to the name you had given your pet rock in the 3rd grade (It was Thor, oh how he loved your nerdy side). Would Jimin be willing to retrieve the stars for you? Or maybe the moon if you had wanted it. He would even go as far as to retrieve the Heart of the Sea for you, despite his fear of the deep ocean. If you wanted it, Taehyung would do it. He would do anything and everything for you, and your love. Would Jimin sacrifice himself for you? Would Jimin kill for you? Because Taehyung knew he would. He would tarnish his hands crimson, stain his clothes with the blood of those who tried to keep you from him, of those who hurt you, who doubted his hard-raging love for you.

Taehyung knew you didn’t need a boy. No. Jimin was a boy. You needed a man. A man like Taehyung. A man who was willing to serve your every beck and call, every want and desire. You needed to be worshiped and loved.

And Taehyung was going to make that happen. He was going to show you what true love really was.

Once he got rid of the pesky problem known as Park Jimin.

Taehyung was walking back to his apartment from his Thursday class, Hozier blaring through his earbuds as he observed the campus, catching your beauty in almost everything. From the way the leaves were starting to change their colors, how rainbows shined in the rain puddles from the shower earlier in the morning, to the last few butterflies migrating south for the chill to come, everything was just beauty incarnate for you. And right on the outskirts of campus, next to the science department, did Taehyung see him.

Jimin, leaning against the hood of a silver Volvo, idly scrolling through his phone. Was that perhaps why you liked Jimin so much? Because he had a car? Not that you needed it in a college town anyways, fucking showoff.

“Taehyung!”

The devil was really trying his patience today.

Taehyung listened to Jimin’s call, pulling the earbuds out of his ears as he approached the shorter man.

“Let me be blunt,” Taehyung started before Jimin could even muster a hello, his mouth grimaced into a sneer. “I don’t like you. And I really don’t want to be seen with the likes of you in public, so what do you want?”

Jimin just smirked, his eyes growing dark as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I just want to know what your problem is, dude.” Jimin spat. Taehyung scoffed.

“I should be asking you the same thing. How could someone like Y/N be associated with someone like you?”

Jimin chuckled, moving into Taehyung’s personal space as he looked him up and down.

“You have a lot of nerve saying something like that to me.”

“I’m not afraid of you Park Jimin.”

“Oh no, I know that perfectly well,” Jimin smirked. “But I know you are scared of losing something else. Or should I say someone else?”

Taehyung’s face fell and Jimin chuckled triumphantly.

“I knew it. You’re jealous of me because Y/N is with me and not you. But guess what weirdo.” Jimin shoved Taehyung’s chest, causing him to stumble back. “Y/N is mine. Not yours. She may not see that creepy obsessive aura shit you have going for you, but I do. And one word from me can keep her so far away from you the only thing you’ll be seeing of her is her name on a restraining order.”

“You don’t deserve Y/N. You stole her away from me, and I promise you I will be getting her back.”

Jimin just laughed, so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

“Are you delusional up there? We’ve been together for months, and you just came into her life, what? A few weeks ago? Get out of whatever fantasy you have in your head; you’ve never had her and you never will.”

The two men were now face to face, scowls on their lips and eyes shining with fury.

“Y/N will soon realize that she needs me, not you, in her life.” Before he knew it, Taehyung was laying on the ground, winded and out of breath.

“Don’t make me hurt you anymore Taehyung. I’m only going to tell you this once. Stay away from Y/N. She’s mine. And she’ll never belong to you.” Jimin growled as Taehyung stood on his feet.

“She’ll see. Y/N will figure it out on her own that she wants me. She loves me.” Taehyung mumbled.

“Oh, you think so?” Jimin chuckled. “We’ll see about that. And you know what, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. I won’t tell Y/N about any of this, just to humor you. Now get out of my sight.”

Taehyung couldn’t be happier to listen to what Jimin had to say. He left the campus faster than he ever had before.

Oh, he was going to kill Park Jimin. He was going to prove him wrong.

~*~

Taehyung was the first into Economics like always. He always wanted to get there first, so he could wave and smile at you from his spot in the class. When you walked in today though, his heart did little flips in his chest. You were wearing glasses, a soft smiling pulling up your lips when you returned Taehyung’s wave. You paused for a moment, your nose scrunching up in thought before you started to climb up towards him, and oh no, no Taehyung swore his heart was going to explode once you were right next to him. You cocked your hip out, a playful glint in your eyes as you tapped on the desk to his right.

“Is this seat taken?” you giggled as Taehyung shook his head no, plopping yourself into the chair next to him.

“You look a lot better.” Taehyung hummed as he watched you take out your laptop. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him.

“Thanks, girls love hearing that.”

“N-No! That’s not what I meant! You always look amazing, but you were sick and looked miserable and I just, ah…” Taehyung could feel his cheeks heating up, this wasn’t how he wanted this conversation to go. When he heard your laughter, Taehyung peered over at you through his bangs, a sheepish smile on his lips.

“You’re cute Tae.”

“Cute?” Taehyung’s heart thumped a little faster.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded as you dug through your backpack for paper and your trusty pen. “I am feeling a lot better though, thank you. It’s just fun to tease you.”

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat when you winked at him, and he could feel himself melt into the chair at the thought of you teasing him a little more. In both the light and the dark.

“I heeded your advice.” you continued as you pulled off your glasses to wipe the smudges off of them. “An early Christmas present from my mother. They’ll have to do for now until I can get contacts.”

“I personally think you look beautiful.” Taehyung murmured. It took him a second to process his words before he looked over at your shocked expression. “With the glasses I mean, they just enhance your eyes.”

“Oh,” you chuckled, looking down to fiddle with the keys on your laptop. “Well, thank you.”

You were both thrusted into silence after that, as other students came walking in and when the professor started the class. Sitting next to you was both a blessing and a curse. For one, Taehyung got to brush knees with you all class and got to notice all the little details he could never see before. Like how when you were bored, you’d play with your fingers, or how you crossed your ankles and knees every few minutes, almost as if you couldn’t find any comfortable position to rest in. He got to smell the heady and perfect scent of your perfume; lilies, violets, clementines and something a little sweeter that Taehyung could only describe as you. And in the stolen glances he took, he was fixated on your lips. In the way you nibbled on them when you were concentrating, how you pouted in confusion, and how you always seemed to be wetting them with the tip of your tongue, gliding along the smooth, pink skin almost teasingly slow, like you were purposely riling Taehyung up for him to take you in the way you deserved. He almost couldn’t take all the teasing.

“Don’t forget to check the partner list for the group projects, they’ll be sitting here on my desk.” the professor shut his briefcase with a resounding click, and immediately the class stood, ready to get home after the long night class.

Huh, class wasn’t over that soon, was it?

“Do you wanna go check the list?” you asked as you stood, packing your things up before slinging the bag over your shoulder. Taehyung immediately stood, shoving his things away as he followed you down to the teacher’s desk, a smile spreading across his cheeks.

“Looks like the angels has destined for us to be together.” Taehyung chuckled.

“Or maybe the professor just paired us together due to the sick week fiasco and he knows you'll be able to catch me up.” you stuck your tongue out at Taehyung, and he wanted nothing more but to taste your tongue against his own.

“Here, gimme your phone,” you held your hand out expectantly towards Taehyung.

“W-Why?”

“So, I can give you my number for the project, silly.” you shook your head, making grabby motions with your fingers.

“I, um, my phone’s dead! Yeah, that’s it, so let me just put my number in yours.” Taehyung chuckled and you eyed him wearily.

“Fine,” you relented, handing over your phone after unlocking it. “If you didn’t want me to see the boobs as your lock screen you could’ve just said so.” you teased. Taehyung shook his head, hiding his smile through the bite in his lip. If only you knew that his home and lock screens were pictures of you, one taken from class, another from a beach photo shoot you posted on Instagram last summer.

“Did you want to maybe start it tonight? At least the initial planning if you’re free?” Taehyung asked, hopping on any excuse just to be with you as he gave you back your phone.

“I can’t tonight. It’s ‘date night’.” you rolled your eyes as you and Taehyung walked out of the classroom. “Jimin and I try to meet at least once a week to hang out, since he’s busy doing all his pre-med shit we rarely get to see each other. Monday just happens to be the night where we’re both free.”

“Oh? Is that so?” he hummed in thought.

“Yeah, so unfortunately I have to head back. But I’ll text you later, yeah?” you smiled at Taehyung and he couldn’t help but return the gesture.

“Sure, I’ll see you soon Y/N.” he waved as you left the building, a smirk taking over his once innocent smile.

~*~

Your curtains swayed with the breeze from your open window that night, reaching out to your form laying against the bed. Tonight, you were accompanied by another, the both of you cuddled under a blanket as you indulged yourselves with reruns of The Bachelorette on your little laptop. You knew Jimin only put up with your silly reality television to make you happy, which is why you were cuddled into him so closely and intimately, with your head on his chest as your hand idly traced shapes into his abdomen. You knew Jimin just wanted to be close to you, to escape the stress of school even for just a night. You leaned further into his touch, where his hand was petting through your hair gently, savoring the contact.

“She’s an idiot.” you mumbled into Jimin’s skin. Jimin just chuckled at your comment, looking down at you with shining eyes.

“And why do you say that?”

“It’s obvious that she loves him, and that he loves her back” you hummed and shook your head while you watched the Bachelorette dismiss the losers for that episode. “But she’s getting rid of him because he’s not as good looking or as rich as the other men are. Stupid.”

Jimin cupped your cheek and nudged you to look up at him. You giggled when Jimin nudged his nose against yours, carefully shutting and placing the laptop on the bedside table with his free hand.

“I agree. A stupid reason to eliminate someone from an obviously scripted TV show.” you rolled your eyes at Jimin’s sass, smiling nonetheless when he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“If we were in that position I just wouldn’t leave, I’d stay and fight for you, my love.” Jimin explained with a flourish, pulling you up and onto his lap.

“My hero,” you teased, cupping Jimin’s cheek in turn, pulling him closer.

“I know right,” he hummed with a cheeky smile gracing his lips as he indulged you in the kiss you were craving.

Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist, supporting you as you pushed Jimin back to lay against the pillows completely. He was so warm against you, his lips tasting like the remnants of the coffee he had earlier and the spearmint gum he had to chase the bitter taste away, but you couldn’t imagine a taste any sweeter than Jimin’s. You allowed yourself to relax against Jimin’s chest as he deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to meet yours as your hands roamed from his cheeks to his shoulders, massaging the tense flesh beneath your fingertips. You hummed in approval when a hand moved up to tug through your hair, a gasp falling between your parted lips when Jimin’s other hand gripped the flesh of your ass, gently squeezing and fondling as his lips moved down your jaw to press hot, wet kisses into the flesh of your neck.

His lips and tongue were so hot against your skin, your light breaths turning into soft moans when he applied more pressure, sucking and nibbling at the base of your throat. You knew he was leaving marks, the possessive man Jimin was. Normally he wouldn’t dare mark your neck, usually he preferred to leave his claims of possession in lower, more hidden places, but you couldn’t care less when his lips felt so good against you. You whimpered softly at the menstruations, pulling on the back of Jimin’s neck to pull him up for another kiss.

Jimin chuckled at your enthusiasm, relishing in the whine you gave him when he moved his lips from your mouth to your ear.

“Do you love me Y/N? Am I the love of your life?” he teased, his fingers moving up from your ass to travel underneath your shirt. You nodded, letting out a shaky gasp when his teeth dragged against the shell of your ear, his hot breath fanning over the abused skin as he took your earlobe between his lips, lightly tonguing at the soft flesh.

“Use your words, princess.”

“I love you, Jimin,” you moaned when Jimin’s hands found your covered breasts, fondling the flesh between his grip as his thumbs traced the top of your chest. “God, you’re the love of my life.” you whimpered as you started to grind into his lap, and Jimin chuckled at the desperate and shaky movements of your hips.

“That’s right, my fucking beautiful slut.” Jimin growled in your ear, making you gasp and whine when his hands moved back to your hips, stopping your gyrating movements.

“So desperate for me, hmm? My needy little girl.” Jimin smirked, letting his lips brush the lightest of kisses against your cheeks. You turned your head, trying to capture his lips with yours but he moved down to your neck again, leaving more blue and purple blossoms in his wake.

“My slut loves me so much, right?”

“Yes,” you moaned, doing your best to move your hips against the growing hardness between Jimin’s legs, but his grip was too strong.

“That’s right princess, because no one loves you as much as me. No one knows your body like I do, and no one can make you feel pleasure like I do. You’re mine.” his voice was raspy and deep and you whined at his words.

“Please, Jimin…”

“What do you want Y/N? Go on, use your big girl words and beg for me.” Jimin smirked against your collarbone, laving his tongue over a very tender bruise.

“Jimin, please, fuck me! Make me yours and only yours, I want to feel every part of you against me, I want to feel all the pleasure that only you can give me.”

Jimin couldn’t resist anymore, pulling you in for a searing kiss. You moaned in relief, eagerly kissing him back with tongue and teeth as he gathered you in his arms and flipped your positions on the bed so that he was the one on top. You ran your fingers through his pink hair as his fingers unbuttoned your night shirt, relishing in the feeling of his touch. Jimin broke the kiss with a soft pop, smirking at the pout in your lips, all swollen and red just for him.

“Take your shirt off slut, I want to see you.” Jimin ordered, sitting back on his heels to take his shirt off too. You threw your shirt aimlessly into another part of the room, watching Jimin with bated breath.

Jimin was breathtaking. His body firm with golden skin stretching over tightly packed muscles. You licked your lips at the sight, wanting nothing more than to have a taste of him on your tongue.

“Can I touch you?” Jimin smirked at your question, purposefully flexing his muscles as he hovered back over you, his hands coming to rest on either side of your face.

“You may.”

You almost cried in relief as you ran your hands across his chest, down his abdomen to thumb at the muscles and smooth lines he worked so hard to achieve.

“You look so beautiful with this color on you princess,” Jimin whispered as his thumbs toyed with the straps of your marron bra. Jimin carefully undid the hooks, pulling the fabric away to reveal your bare breasts to his wandering eyes. You keened when he gripped your breasts between his nimble fingers, moaning as his thumbs played with your nipples until they became hard. Jimin hummed softly when you buried your head into the crook of his neck, leaving your own marks of possession into his skin that he’d wear proudly.

“C’mere.” Jimin pulled you up into a lighter kiss, taking his time as his hands worshiped your breast and as yours explored his abdomen. His fingers moved from your breast to your shorts, gently toying with them before he stood from the bed, admiring how debauched and sultry you looked just from his hands and lips.

“Take them off.”

You followed Jimin’s orders eagerly, a rush of arousal flowing through you as you tossed your shorts and underwear in the same direction as your shirt. Jimin chuckled at your desperation, as he slowly slid off his sweatpants. Your mouth watered at the sight; his dick was so hard and so thick; you felt another rush of arousal drip down your thighs and you knew Jimin saw when you heard him groan hungrily.

Jimin climbed back onto the bed, laying down on his stomach in front of you, his face only inches away from your dripping core. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. His nose ran up and down the inside of your thighs, making you shiver with the feeling of his heat so close to where you wanted him the most.  

“So pretty,” his voice was husky and deep and it made you clench in anticipation as you felt yourself become wetter from Jimin’s words alone.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Spread your legs wider for me princess.” Jimin guided your thighs to part even further, exposing every inch of you to his lust-filled eyes and he cursed.

“You’re dripping, you dirty slut. Your cunt is so pretty, so wet and aching to be filled with my cock, hmm?”

“Please, Jimin.” you begged, your stomach clenching and legs trembling.

“Bet I could just slide in, no prep needed. But that wouldn’t be nice of me, would it? You wanted me to give you the pleasure that only I can give you. To feel every part of me against you, to make you mine.” Jimin placed staccato kisses into your thighs, and you moaned when his lips kissed at your folds.

“Jimin, please-” your words were cut off by a whimper when his tongue slowly moved up your labia.

Suddenly, Jimin’s lips were sucking at your clit and you were gone, moaning without restraint as you tugged at Jimin’s locks, urging him to get closer. His tongue was like hot fire against you, burning your skin as he moved between your clit and your dripping hole, building you up with fast and precise strokes to your clit only to bring you back down with the full of his tongue gently gliding through your lips to lap up every drop of your essence.

When Jimin moved back up to your clit after bringing you down for a third time, you shoved him deeper into your pussy, grinding against his tongue as you took what you wanted with broken moans of pleasure falling past your lips. Jimin’s fingers soon joined the mix, one then two slipping in easily as he started a brutal and punishing pace.

“Jimin,” you cried when you felt your release building up in the pit of your stomach, urging him closer as he moaned against your folds. He released your clit with a pop and you cried at the loss of the pleasure, moaning just as quickly when he added a third finger to pound against your g-spot relentlessly.

“What is it? Does my slut want to cum around my fingers?” Jimin’s lips hovered over yours, his eyes staring intensely at the expressions flicking across your face.

“Oh, shit,” you wailed, closing your eyes from the embarrassment at having Jimin look at you so intensely.

“Look at me Y/N.”

Your eyes shot open at the growl in Jimin’s voice, daring not to disobey him at the cost of your orgasm steadily building up. You were horny and so, so close to cumming.

“You want to cum?” Jimin asked mockingly, his thumb flicking over your clit. You were chanting a mindless mess of pleas, begging Jimin to bring you to release.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes. Jimin, please, please let me cum. I want to cum around you so bad.” you cried.

“Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You! You are Jimin, please, please-”

“That’s right, now cum around my fingers, slut.”

And you did, clenching hard around Jimin’s fingers as you cried out his name into the night. The pleasure was blinding and overwhelming, making your body tremble as you rode out your high through Jimin’s relentless pounding, clutching at the bed sheets beneath you as your thighs shook from the pleasure. Jimin removed his fingers from you, humming as he looked at your release dripping off of him, taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking down your taste eagerly.

“There’s a good girl, coming just from my fingers and tongue. You taste so fucking good, so sweet just for me.”

“Jimin,” you whined for him once you saw him sit up. His cock was dripping and red and looked so thick; you wanted nothing more than to feel it pound inside you, so deep. You clenched at the thought alone, and even though Jimin’s fingers were wonderful, you wanted something harder and hotter pounding at you instead.

“Don’t worry princess, I’m far from done with you.” Jimin smirked, his lips and chin shining with your release. He hovered back over you, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he gave you a sweet kiss. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer to you.

“How do you want it princess?” Jimin asked after indulging you in your fill of kisses.

“Wanna be on my hands and knees for you.” you admitted softly. Jimin chuckled and pecked your lips, gently slapping your cheek.

“Then get to it slut.” Jimin’s voice grew hard again and you readily got in position, arching your back and presenting yourself to Jimin’s gaze.

“Mm, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” Jimin planted a harsh slap on your ass, making you moan as he fondled the flesh, soothing the slight burn.

Jimin lined himself up with your entrance, teasingly dragging the head of his cock through your folds before sinking it inside you. You both groaned in unison as Jimin stretched your walls, sliding every inch in until he bottomed out inside you, his hips flush with your ass. He stopped to let you adjust, and you savored the feeling of how thick Jimin felt inside you; how hot and hard he was pressing in all the right places.

“Jimin, please, move.”

That was all Jimin needed before he started moving his hips, pounding your cunt into oblivion. Jimin’s grip was tight on your hips as he fucked you raw, pushing you down into the mattress until your arms gave out. He draped himself across your back, holding your hips up as you moaned wetly into the pillow beneath you. Jimin brought his hand to your hair, pulling your head back up to hear your moans and cries fully, making the most beautiful music to his ears.

“What a good little slut,” Jimin praised. “Letting me fuck you nice and deep and raw.”

“Shit!” you wailed as he pulled your hair, increasing the pace of his thrusts, his dick stretching you out wide and rough, just the way you liked it. “Jimin!”

“God, you’re so tight,” Jimin growled, his hips slamming into the flesh of your ass. “This dripping cunt was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, God, please, please-”

“That’s not my name Y/N.” Jimin cooed mockingly, grinding his dick deeper inside of you as his sweaty chest pressed even closer, his hot breath coming out in pants next to your ear. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You! Jimin, Jimin, please-” you started to cry, wanting nothing more than to come again.

“You’re doing such a good job coating my cock, slut. So tight and pretty, wanna fill you up until you’re dripping.”

Your pussy clenched around his hot, hard cock. Jimin hissed, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“I felt that slut, you just got so tight around me. You like the sound of that? Want me to cum in this dirty, greedy pussy of yours?

“Jimin,” you gasped, getting closer to the edge from Jimin’s relentless thrusting. He was going hard enough to hurt, his breaths coming out in harsh pants against your ear only serving to rile you up even more. “Please.”

“Want you to cum around me,” he said, removing his hand from your hair to rub harsh circles over your clit. You wailed into the pillow below, pushing your ass further into the air as you whined. Your second orgasm was rapidly approaching, making your whole body tremble with want and need.

“Need you to cum around me slut, so I can fill you up just the way you like it. Make it nice and messy for you, make sure everyone knows you belong to me. Make sure you feel me dripping from you for days.”

You cried into the sheets, gripping them tightly in your fists as your pussy clenched around Jimin’s dick, pushing you closer and closer until you came with a scream, thrashing around the bed in pleasure. You felt tears coat your cheeks as Jimin’s pace somehow became even harder, pushing you into oversensitivity.

“That’s it, such a good girl for milking this cock, now you’re going to take what I’m going to give you, right?”

You nodded helplessly, trembling under his pounding as you tried to clench around him, to make Jimin feel just as good as he made you feel.

“Fuck, yes, you’re clenching me so tight,” Jimin panted, and you soon felt a warmth spread throughout your pussy, hot and bursting from your seems as Jimin came with a shout of your name, grinding himself into you to prolong his pleasure.

Jimin collapsed on top of you, whispering soft praises and words of encouragement into your ears as he kissed your head. He carefully pulled himself out of you and you both groaned at the loss of warmth.

“Shit Jimin,” you chuckled breathlessly, flipping yourself over to look at the creamy mess between your thighs. “You outdid yourself this time. Holy shit.”

Jimin just giggled at your praise, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be back.” he winked, walking into your adjoining bathroom and returning quickly with a wet cloth. He carefully wiped you clean, humming softly as he did so and blowing you kisses from his pursed lips. He dropped the cloth back off in the bathroom, throwing you a new pair of panties and your sleep shirt as he pulled on his sweats. You put the items on gratefully as Jimin joined you back on the bed, holding you close to his chest as his fingers rubbed your back.

“I love you, Y/N.” Jimin mumbled into your hair.

“I love you too Jimin.” you looked up and frowned at the serious expression on his face. “Are you okay? I was fine, right?”

“Oh princess,” Jimin placed a kiss on your lips and you melted at the contact. “You were amazing. I just want you to know that I do love you very much.”

“Oh,” you hummed softly, placing a kiss on Jimin’s cheek. “I love you too. Very much.” you giggled and Jimin couldn’t help but smile down at you.

“I’m going to head to the bathroom, okay?”

“Alright princess, then cuddles?”

“All the cuddles you could ever want.” you agreed, pecking his lips before heading into the bathroom.

Jimin waited until you shut the door behind you before standing from the bed, moving towards the open window. Jimin opened it just a little wider, breathing in the fresh night air.

“Next time, make yourself less obvious, you fucking pervert.” Jimin watched as Taehyung stood from his hiding spot in the rose bushes, unashamed and debauched under the moonlight.

“Did she…?”

“Do you think we would’ve done all that if she knew we had an audience?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Are you going to tell her?” Taehyung asked. Jimin just chuckled.

“I’m not sure, I like seeing you on edge. If you leave her alone, then I won’t.”

“We have a project-”

“I know,” Jimin cut Taehyung off. “After the project, you leave her, you leave us, alone. And your little secret will go down with the both of us to the grave.”

And with that, Jimin shut the window and the curtains, blocking Taehyung’s view to the inside of the room. Taehyung knew then, that he’d have to bring his plan to fruition a little sooner than planned.

~*~

It was Friday night, and you were all alone with Jimin by your side. Jennie and Jisoo were out, and Jimin was surprisingly not cramming for some kind of test, so you both took it upon yourselves to spend a little more quality time together, this time on the living room couch, watching anime on the huge TV the homeowners had left for the housemates. You were both cuddled up, snacks on hand, and everything was perfect.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Do you want me to get it?” Jimin made a move to stand, but you pushed him back down.

“No, you sit. I’ll get the door.” you stood, walking over to the door and opening it with a smile.

You remembered being pulled outside, against the wall of your house as something was pressed against your face. You heard Jimin shouting and an exasperated sigh before everything faded to black, not even remembering falling face first to the ground.

You had never been drunk before, but if you were to guess, this is what a hangover would feel like.

Your head was pounding against your skull, like a migraine that would be impossible to cure. Your face hurt, feeling heavy and weighed down against your head. You didn’t even want to open your eyes in fear of more pain being brought down upon you. But you managed to do it anyways.

This wasn’t your room.

That was your first thought when you sat up, rubbing your heavy and tired eyelids. These weren’t you bed sheets, no matter how comfortable the red gingham was surrounding your entire body. Your eyes looked around the simple room, but you were soon wide awake when you saw what was sitting so blatantly in front of you.

Your face.

More importantly, your pictures, strewn about the navy-blue wall in front of you, arranged in the shape of a heart. The memories came flooding back as your body was thrusted into a state of shock. Jimin’s yelling, being shoved against the side of your house as your eyes met the ones of-

“Angel!”

Your head snapped in the direction of Taehyung’s voice as he entered the bedroom. In his arms was a tray, and he hummed softly as he sat on the corner of the bed, placing the tray right on your lap with a satisfied smile. Chocolate chip waffles, with bacon and hash browns on the side with a glass of apple juice.

“You know my favorite breakfast?” you cringed at how small and broken your voice sounded, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at Taehyung’s enthusiastic nod.

“Of course, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t know what my girlfriend loved?”

You stiffened at Taehyung’s words, keeping your eyes trained on your lap, trying to avoid the appetizing food in front of your face.

“I-Is...Jimin-”

“Don’t!” Taehyung growled, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your lips. “I don’t want to hear another man’s name coming out of your lips. The only name you should be saying is mine.”

Taehyung shook his head in disappointment, but in the next second he was giggling like a little boy in a candy store.

“You’re going to be the death of me angel, with all the power you have over me.” Taehyung sighed wistfully.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the shaking in your body and to keep the tears from streaming down your cheeks.

“Is...h-he...okay?”

“He’s alive, don’t worry angel,” a wave of relief rushed over you. You managed to look Taehyung in the eye when you spoke your next words, trying your best to put on a brave face.

“What do you know about me?”

You listened to Taehyung’s rant of love, admitting everything that he knew about you that he found from your social media and your intimate family’s pages as well. And you were scared at how detailed he was, even down to the dates of specific events happening. He went on and on, confessing his sick and obsessed love he had for you. And he did it all with a smile, with adoration overflowing in his eyes. When he finally stopped, after twenty long minutes, you didn’t know what to say or what to do. But Taehyung seemed to know.

Your body was stiff and still when Taehyung moved to sit behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as his chin fell onto your shoulder. You felt sick to your stomach, and the delicious smells from the food in front of you only worsened your nausea. You almost thought you would throw up when you felt Taehyung sag against you, pressing his chest into your back as he inhaled through his nose, letting out a shaky exhale with each breath he took. He was smelling you. Tears welled up in your eyes as panic overtook your entire body, wanting so bad just to get away, but you were trapped.

“Angel, eat.”

His words were simple, but all you heard was the underlying malice in his voice. You didn’t want to anger Taehyung, so you grabbed the fork with shaky hands, cutting yourself a piece of the waffle and placing it in your mouth. Your shoulders shook with sobs as tears started to stream down your face.

Of course, the food was delicious.

“Shh…” Taehyung whispered into your hair, gently swaying you both side to side as you dropped the fork on the plate with a loud clang. Taehyung pressed a gentle kiss into the side of your head. Though his lips were warm, you felt frozen to the core when you felt his legs wrap around yours, an aching hardness pressing into the small of your back.

“It’s okay, don’t cry. You’re where you belong now Y/N. Now you can finally be loved and worshiped the way you should be, the way you deserve to be.” Taehyung chuckled softly, and it took all your willpower to not move away when Taehyung’s lips brushed your ear. “Because he’ll never love you like I can.”

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DISCLAIMER: Hey everyone! A&B here! Just a quick note to say that we DID NOT write this fic! It was written by one of our lovely followers for our writing contest. So please enjoy and remember to vote!

Title: So two Tuxedo Masks walk into a party… Rating: M Genre: Smut Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F and M receiving), Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Light Dominant and Possessive Behavior, Choking, Erotic Asphyxiation, Impregnation kink. Summary: So two Tuxedo Masks walk into a party, but you’re only aware of one. You and your boyfriend Jimin attend BigHit’s Halloween party and look for a secluded place to have some fun. Separated for most of the night, you two reconvene in the most unexpected of circumstances…

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 Pairing: Female Reader x Jimin (Feat Jungkook)

 Tonight, BigHit is hosting a Halloween party for all their employees and loved ones, and you’re invited. You received your invitation just days before, likely done as a precaution to avoid unexpected guests catching wind of the news and arriving at the door. BTS has recently returned from a trip overseas after their much-needed summer break, which was the longest break they’ve taken since their debt. Fans would likely swarm at the chance to see them up close, especially after rumors of the precious golden maknae getting tattoos and growing his hair out beyond measure. Such a rebellious brat, you thought, laughing to yourself. You hoped you’d get the chance to ruffle his shaggy hair at the party. You love the way he blushes when you get too close or embarrass him in front of his brothers.

 Up until the party, you worried yourself finding something to wear. However, to your surprise, your boyfriend Jimin had a couple’s costume prepared on your behalf. He wanted to make it up to you for having to leave so suddenly after his break. You tried to ease his mind by assuring him that waiting didn’t bother you, but he knew it wasn’t easy being apart, even after years together. You were so spoiled during much of BTS’s break, waking up to Jimin’s sweet voice, wrapped tightly in his arms. Now it’s back to the occasional sleepy night together between filming and dance practice, which only made you crave each other more.

 Hours before the party, you finally get to inspect your costume. You aren’t surprised to see that the dress he chose is tastefully short, yet flaunts your long legs for him to admire. Well played, Park Jimin. You decide to spice it up by slipping on his favorite pink lace underwear; the perfect blend of sweet and sexy.

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  You enter the party as Sailor Moon on the arm of your devastatingly handsome Tuxedo Mask. Jimin wears his suit like he invented the style, paired with a large-brimmed top hat that covers half his face and dramatic glasses that cover even more. His clothes are tailored to hug his frame just right, making heads turns as you walk past. The way he bows graciously and confidently smiles at your admirers has you clinging to his arm. Even after years together, your knees still weaken by his charismatic charms. Some of the other BTS members comment on how you two are so convincing in your transformations, undoubtedly winning the couples costume contest before it even begins. You peck your boyfriend on the cheek and split up for a bit to mingle.

After a couple hours, the venue is at capacity and filled with familiar faces. You bustle around and greet each of the BTS members except Jungkook, who Jimin spoke to briefly, but left early to play videogames at the dorm. Typical.

 Jimin circles past you a few times as the night drags on to press lingering kisses to your neck or to whisper fervidly about how much he loves seeing you in the costume he picked out. The affection he shows you between casual conversations with the company crew is driving you mad with the need to get him alone.

 You wander along the many hallways of this venue to find a secluded area or vacant room, your desire progressively building as you think of the ways you’d like to have him.

 “…and there’s a spooky basement down the hallway,” you overhear the host say to a couple newcomers. “It’s set up for guests to stay the night if they can’t drive home.” Mhm—perfect.

 You peer into an empty room and find Jimin alone, sitting on a couch with his back turned towards the doorway. His hat was poking up from behind the couch and nodding as he scrolled on his phone. He’s probably exhausted from practicing all week and waiting for the chance to slip home, you thought. You would usually agree to leaving a party early, but you’re set on checking out this basement and possibly getting into some trouble. The idea of fucking your boyfriend at a Halloween party feels so sinful, especially if there’s a chance you might get caught.

 You approach him from behind and wrap your hands around his eyes, surprising him and making him jump in his seat.

 “Baby, I need you,” you whisper into his ear.

 “Oh? Uh—“

 “—There’s a basement here,” you cut him off, wasting no time. “I heard our host mention it’s just down the hallway. Nice and dark…away from everyone else.” You wrap your leg around the arm of the couch and place his hand on your thigh, letting him move up to brush past the lace underwear, which barely functioned as underwear and left very little to the imagination. You know how worked up he gets seeing you like this, especially when you’re bold enough to expose yourself where any of his friends could see.

 “B-basement,” he whispered hoarsely. “Five minutes.”

 Your heart skipped a beat at how shaken he was. It had been a while since you two were intimate, but still, his voice nearly quivered when he spoke and his touch was light and timid.

 “Five minutes,” you repeated and smoothed your skirt down. “Don't be late.”

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 The basement stairwell is dark, nearly pitch black except for the thin beam of light streaming in through the door’s crack. You walk slowly down the stairs with arms outstretched to feel your way past fake cobwebs and hanging tinsel. You discover this floor is evenly adorned in festive decor as your hands brush against hanging skeletons and lumpy pumpkins; and the floor, swirls with a thin haze of fog from the upstairs fog machine.

 On the other side of the room you can faintly make out a few large cushiony mats that are draped in luxurious blankets and pillows. There’s a small window against the back wall that casts a dim light above the mats, drawing you in deeper, until you hear the door crack open behind you.

 A dark figure steps inside the basement and closes the door with a click. Now completely devoid of light from where you stand, you can only hear them descend down the creaking wooden stairs, and the sound of their plastic glasses and hat as they pull it off and drop it to the floor. You feel their presence getting closer and the sound of their steps slowing.

 “Baby,” you say in a sultry tone, voice thick with desire just thinking of the many ways you can finish what you started upstairs. “Come here and touch me…please.”

 He takes another step forward, so close now that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. “Noona,” he whispers, wrapping his long fingers delicately around your wrist and drawing you close. His hips met your own, pressing down so you can feel his length, already so hard and needy. Every intimate moment between you and your boyfriend was always just as heated and passionate, but this feels different somehow. There’s hesitance in his touch that sends electricity between your bodies and begs for more. It’s as if you’re with a stranger, feeling them for the first time.

 “Ch-Chim…” You take a step back and place your hand against his chest. You feel his heart beating heavily and his breath hitch as you trace your fingertips slowly down to grip his waist. He’s frame is slender yet firm and so responsive to your touch. Each curve of his body is very faintly silhouetted by the dim moon’s glow, cast from the far window above the sleeping mats. He stands tall—taller than you are used to, but you remember the heeled boots he paired with his costume.

 “Chim?” he questions, his voice deep with lust. He leans down to brush his lips along the cuff of your ear. Lips part and harshly take your lobe between his teeth.

You could only bring yourself to nod, so enraptured in the sharp pain and pleasure of his teeth grazing your flesh, quickly soothed by the velvety warmth of his tongue and soft lips. You glide your hands underneath his shirt, caressing every dip and rise of his toned stomach. He’s strong…much stronger than you remember, but, he’s been working out with Joon a lot recently and it’s been weeks since you touched him like this.

“…I-I. Mm, Jiminie,” you moan as he reaches around to unclasp your bra. His actions are more committed as his hands deftly untie your dress and you let it pool around your ankles. He captures your bottom lip between his and nips lightly, begging for entrance. You let him in and you’re immediately lost in the moment, too entranced to hear the basement door creak open. “You’re so needy tonight, Chimmy. I love it when—“

 “Y/n? Angel, are you down here?” Someone quietly calls from the top of the basement stairwell.

  Your blood runs cold at the tone of their voice. It’s so featherlight that you almost didn’t hear. But you definitely hear them when they call out a second time, louder, yet still unwavering. It’s identical to the voice that coaxes you awake in the morning between languid kisses and sweet praise. Unmistakingly and undoubtedly…Jimin.

 But if he’s there, then who…

  “Didn’t I tell you, Hyung?” Asks the man clutching onto you. “I told you Y/n had a little crush on me,” he says, amused. He holds onto you tighter. He’s strong, yet there’s a tenderness to his touch that makes you think of Jimin; the way he holds you close by the small of your waist and uses his muscular thigh to coax your legs apart. “You never told me how sweet and submissive she is. She really is an angel.” His tone darkens as he pulls you in closer, running his thigh along your clothed pussy. “C-can I have her just a little longer?” he pleads with your boyfriend, who’s silhouette is mostly hidden by the hanging Halloween decor.

 Hyung? You turn your head towards Jimin’s figure, your eyes frantically searching for him in the dark.

 “Baby, I can explain— ah!” you gasp as the man ruts his thigh tighter against your slit, reminding you just how needy and ready you were to surrender yourself moments ago. You’re slack-jawed, wanting to pull away but too paralyzed to do so. You hear Jimin step closer to the two of you and strip off his hat and glasses, revealing his dark eyes lit by the moonlight now pouring in, glazed with want.

 “Princess,” he says. “Be a good girl and do as Kook says.”

“K-kook,” you mirror Jimin’s words and your mind spirals at the revelation. “Jung-kook?!” You gasp aloud, pulling away to get a closer look at his face.

 You notice him right away. His strong jawline and pouted lips, curled delicately into a nervous bunny grin. It’s been only a few weeks since you’ve seen him in-person, but you swear he’s grown even more. For years you’ve thought the maknae was attractive—certainly, how couldn’t you? He’s absolutely adorable the way he's so innocent yet so confident on stage, making young girls and grown women swoon at the way his body moves when he serenades the masses. But, but, offstage he can also be a bit of an immature brat. You only flirtatiously teased him around the studio to get a rise, never thinking it would develop into…this. Kook is a lot of things, but you never imagined him to be this dominating man with the power to bend your body to his will.

  You bury your face in his chest as your cheeks redden from the embarrassment of your misunderstanding. “I’m so sorry,” you say between heavy breaths, “I’m just so shocked. I don’t know what to say.”

 “Say you want me,” he boldly replies. “You wanted me just a few minutes ago, before Jimin walked in.”

  Your mind races at the possibility. The thought of being intimate with the younger man only crossed your mind a few times before, and it was a fleeting urge that you quickly shook away. You only mentioned it to your boyfriend during a night of drunken confessions, which he simply laughed at and forgot about the very next day. Or so you thought.

 Jungkook’s cock presses insistently against your thigh and pulls you back to reality, You’re reminded of your boyfriend, who’s staring at your every move. “I just never thought I’d have you like this,” you confess.

 His fingers tangle in your hair, gingerly tugging you to look at him. “Like what?” he asks, smiling widely. His eyes glimmer mischievously as he slowly looks you up and down, licking his lips at the sight of you bare in front of him. “How do you want me?”

 You’re frozen by his words, completely taken aback at how bold he’s being in front of his friend. Your face grows hot as you force yourself to look away and back at Jimin. He’s just a few feet away now, laying casually against one of the large pillows on a sleeping mat.

“Answer him, love,” he prods, smirking at your discomfort. He rests his head back against the pillow and draws his plush bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes flicker between your eyes and Jungkooks thigh, still pressed tightly against your now soaked panties. “And be honest,” he says, “because I’ll know if you’re lying.”

 Jungkook grips your chin between his slender fingers to make you look into his eyes which are now illuminated by the moon shining brilliantly through the basement window. There’s a fire in his gaze that makes your knees weak.

 “Hyung and I see the way you look at me when we practice at the studio. How your thighs clamp together when I get too close, or how your tongue wets your lips when I look back at you through the mirror.”

 You flick your tongue out to wet your lips at the memory of the two men dancing before their break. It was warm in the studio and they were working extra hard to prepare for their last show in Korea. Sweat pooled against their baggy shirts, making them cling to every muscle as they moved in sync. Jimin would smirk every time he caught your eye, knowing just how wet you got watching them.

  Suddenly, you pant out your reply. It’s short and to the point, but it's all you can muster without getting on your knees and taking his cock right then and there.

 “I want you to fuck me, Kookie.”

 His body stiffens against yours, physically taken aback by your boldness. You even surprise yourself with your newfound courage, but there’s no turning back now. Every molecule in your body is begging for this—has been from quite some time, and now you’re ready to get what you desperately want.

 “It would be my pleasu—“

 “I want both of you to fuck me,” you interrupt. You look over at Jimin, who’s erection is now visible, straining against his tight pants.

 Your boyfriend smiles devilishly from his spot on the mat and motions for you to come closer. You immediately comply. His smoldering gaze and thick pursing lips always get the best of you, making it impossible to resist. You crawl along the mat and sit on your legs, waiting for Jimin to take what’s his. He loves seeing you like this, utterly compliant and ready for him to use you as he wants.

 “How are you feeling, Y/n?” Jimin asks as he urgently presses open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, biting his way down your neck to harshly suck the sensitive skin.

 “How are you feeling?” You ask, voice laced with concern. “Y-you’re okay with this?”

“God, yes,” he huffs as he laps small bruises down your soft neck and onto your shoulder.

“Really?”

“Love, I don’t mind sharing you with him. Kook's one of my best friends,” he mutters between nibbles. “Plus, he’s told me for months now how he fantasizes about you. It’s cute, really. How can I blame him?” His lips travel down to take your nipple into his mouth, rolling the bud roughly with his tongue. “What’s the harm in giving the kid a taste? Together, we can make you feel so good, Y/n.”

You moan at Jimin’s words, feeling hot beneath the gaze of the two men.

 “Kookie,” you say, turning your attention to him. “Come closer, baby.”

 He doesn’t take a second of hesitation and joins you eagerly on the mat; his vascular hands quivering as they find purchase on his bent thighs.

 “Tell me baby,” you trace a finger slowly along the curve of his jawline, teasing his chin with a light pinch. “How do you fantasize about me?” Looking deep into his eyes, you press a soft kiss to his parted lips.

 His cheeks turn bright red as he turns away, looking towards the ground. “It- um. It’s too embarrassing to say,” he softly answers. He’s flustered seeing his friend touch you so dominantly in the open; and by you, being so forward with him he can barely believe it’s happening.

 “Bunny, Don’t be shy with me,” you smile warmly at the younger man and place your hand into his lap. “I really, really want to know.”

 “I-I can show you,” he says, struggling to meet your gaze.

 “Yes, please.”

 Jungkook strips off his shirt and moves closer to straddle you from behind. He presses his bare chest against your back, sharing in the warmth radiating off one another. He pauses for a moment, gaining the courage to continue.

 “So, show me,” you prod him on. Your voice is rich with need as you feel your panties cling to your wetness. The anticipation is almost too much.

 The younger man wraps his feet around your legs and pulls them apart, exposing your damp pussy to Jimin.

 “Jimin-ssi, take these off,” he say and motions to your flimsy underwear. Your boyfriend does as he’s asked and lingers to take in the sight of you exposed and spread open by his friend. He marvels at how wet you are, so ready to be taken.  

 Without warning, Jungkook slides two of his long fingers past your folds, instantly finding that spot inside you. Both men moan at the loud wet sounds of your pussy as he finds his rhythm and picks up the speed, hitting that spot over and over again with ease. At this angle you can feel everything he’s giving you. He slips in a third finger, increasing the pressure with every pump. So deliciously full, you clamp down hard and make it difficult for him to move any faster. He slides out to rub circles on your clit, using your wetness to easily glide over the bud again and again.

 “Does that feel good, princess?” Jimin asks. He’s patiently sitting at your side with his legs crossed in font, palming at his erection that’s begging to be released.

 You can only gasp out a “Mmm—y-yes,” as the maknae’s fingers push back in, nice and deep to make you stumble over your words. He takes full advantage of how preoccupied you are, a moaning mess, spread out in this unfamiliar basement. He uses his free hand to explore the rest of your body. Up and down the soft expanse of your thighs, then traveling up to eagerly kneed your breasts and pinch each of your nipples until they’re tender and red. Gasping out at the added stimulation, you roll your eyes back as you lean closer to his chest.

 “Help her out, Hyung,” Jungkook demands the older man.

 Jimin snaps to attention. He doesn’t have to be told twice, eagerly jumping at the opportunity to taste you for the first time in weeks. He bends down between your thighs and hungrily laps his tongue against your heat, savoring the sweet taste.

 “Baby, you taste so fucking good. Always so good for me.” He finds a rhythm between his friend’s deft thrusts, running small circles against your sensitive skin over and over and savoring the soft sounds you make each time he dances across your bundle of nerves.  

 Suddenly, he pulls your clit in between his thick lips and sucks hard, knowing how this pushes you beyond your limits every time the two you are alone. Up and over the edge, faster and faster. You’re so close to your end that one last suck sends you spiraling into ecstasy. You claw your nails down Jungkook’s arms and leave angry red marks, embedding them in tightly as your skilled boyfriend helps you ride out your high on the tip of his tongue.

 “Christ,” you hear Kook gasp behind you. “That was better than how I imagined it. Noona, you’re so tight.” He pulls his fingers out of your spent pussy, holding them to the light to see the mess you made, then dipping each digit into his mouth to lick them clean. “Mm, you really do taste delicious. So sweet.”

 You tilt your head back to capture his parted lips in a heated kiss, feeling overwhelmed by the innocent look of adornment in his eyes. You can feel his heart beating rapidly against your bare back, and the pressure of his erection as he squirms to adjust the length.

 “Jimin-sii,” he coaxes the older man, still draped between your legs. “Switch spots with me.”

Jimin grumbles in protest as he gets up, letting Jungkook crawl out from behind you and nuzzle down between your thighs. He laps at your folds, licking with care to get every bit and moaning loudly with arousal every time you pulse on his tongue from oversensitivity.

 “Jiminie,” your blissed eyes meet your boyfriend’s.

“Yes, love?”

“Kookie’s being so good to me.”

“He really is. Should we reward him?”

 You nod up and down, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth in a shy confession.

“I want to suck his cock, Chimmy,” you muse, making the maknae still beneath you.

 “You heard her, Kook.” Jimin smiles wide at your request and pats Jungkook on the back. “Don’t make her beg, kid."

 Jungkook sits from his position and nods thankfully at his friend, flashing him a devious smirk. Without notice, he flips you on your hands and knees, giving your ass a harsh slap. It stings deliciously, mixing the pain with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You’d seen the way he spanks the other members when he’s feeling extra bratty, and this made you feel like you’ve been missing out all along.

 “Y/n.” He wraps around to meet your eyes. “I want you to beg for me,” he says darkly. Seemingly overcome with arousal, he’s much bolder than he was minutes before. There’s something sinister in his tone that makes you comply without question.

 “Kookie, please. I really want to suck your cock,” you start. “I want to choke on you until you to cum down my throat. Please, baby, I want to taste you so bad.” You gaze at him through half-lidded eyes and edge forward on your hands and knees until you’re directly in line with the bulge in his pants.

 “Such a needy girl,” he coos. “You may, since you asked so nicely.”

 He pulls the rest of his clothes off, letting his cock spring to attention inches from your wanting mouth. It’s incredibly hard, almost painfully so. Dewy beads of precum line the tip, which you deftly lick away.

 “Oh, God. You’re sweet too, Kookie,” you praise. “I want more.”

 You waste no time, quickly taking his impressive length past your lips and bobbing up and down, letting him in bit by bit until the tip brushes the back of your throat. He moans loudly, bracing his hand behind your head and begging you to slow down. The overwhelming pleasure makes him unable to stop bucking deep past your gag reflex. You’re used to how rough Jimin likes to fuck your throat so you’ve conditioned yourself to breathe between thrusts, laving your tongue along the large sensitive vein on the underside of his shaft. You use a free hand to massage his testicles, never breaking contact with your month as you continue to push deeper.

 “Noon…ahh. Noona, p-please. You’re going to make me…” he sputters through hitched breaths and wraps his fist tightly around your hair to pull your mouth off of him.

 “Princess, go easy on Kook.” Jimin chuckles. “He’s not used to you yet. You’re working him up too fast.” Your boyfriend covers a smirk with the back of his hand, clearly amused by how easily the younger man can crumble by your touch.

 “I can do it,” Jungkook pouts in his defense. “In a minute though. I don’t want to cum too soon.”

 You wipe away the saliva that’s collected on your chin and pull him into a kiss. “You were doing so well, bunny. Really well for Noona.” The younger man beams at your words.

 “I want to see how Jimi-hyung fucks your mouth,” Jungkook says, challenging your boyfriend.

 Jimin nods to accept and wipes the smirk from his face. He stands from his spot and hooks his arms under yours to pull you to a kneeling position, just as he’s done many times before. He strips off the rest of his clothes and casts them aside, pumping his thick cock a few times. He lines himself up with your lips, and you know exactly how to position your head so he slides into your hot mouth effortlessly. His head falls back in bliss and his lips part softly as you take him deeper, just like you did to his friend moments ago.

 “Darling, your mouth feels like heaven. The way you work your tongue, I swear…fuck.” He holds the back of your head and gives a few shallow thrusts, closing his eyes tight at the sensation of your tongue flicking the tip teasingly. His warm chestnut hair falls over his face and sticks to his damp forehead as he picks up his pace. He looks so sinful standing above you as his abs flex with each pump. His steady breaths are getting quicker, uneven; his angelic face, relaxed and lost in pleasure.

 You brace his hips for balance, ready to pull him in as deep as you can. Your throat begins to feel raw from taking two cocks in one night, but you power through and decide to put on a show for the younger man.

 Jimin grips your hair back into a messy ponytail, using it to push and pull your mouth onto his hard length. The tip slams against the back of your throat and you can feel his precum dance along your tastebuds. It’s musky and sweet, driving you mad with desire. You can feel your arousal start to pool between your thighs again.

 “Y/n, I can’t last m-much longer,” he begs.

 You quicken your pace, using your hand to pump the base of his shaft as your mouth skillfully works the rest. He’s so close that he’s pulling your ponytail tighter and mumbling praises to you, not realizing how rough he’s being. You take him into your mouth entirely, pausing to let the heat of your mouth engulf his short and quick pumps.

 “Love, you’re too good— I’m gonna…” Jimin gives one last tug on your hair and cums between your lips, panting out delicious needy moans. You swallow him down and lap up everything he has to give, rocking him through his orgasm. He falls to his knees beside you from the oversensitivity and kisses your lips passionately to praise you for a job well done.

 “Kookie, are you ready to go again?” You ask, looking over your shoulder at the maknae. He’s staring intently at your dripping pussy as you’re bent over your boyfriend. “K-kookie,” you say again, moving closer to grab his attention.

 “Noona, I need to fuck you now,” he begs and locks eyes with Jimin for approval. Jimin tirelessly nods and smiles his approval back to his friend.

 “Only if Y/n wants to,” he searches your face for approval. “You still want Kookie to fuck you, don’t you, angel?”

 You say nothing more and shove Jungkook’s back against a large pillow to rest in a sitting position. He stares at you in wonderment, waiting for what you’ll do next. You pump his cock a few times and line it up with your soaked lips, sinking down to adjust yourself to the new sensation of being stretched by his length.

 “Gah—Ooh, Y/n. So fucking wet.” He lifts you up slightly to adjust and brings you down hard, filling you up completely. “I’m going to fuck you hard. Will you be a good girl for me?”

 “Yes, b-bunny,” you coo, catching your breath. You lift up and stretch yourself all the way down, bouncing in sync with his upward thrusts. You lean your chest against his and press your lips to his ear, gasping in delight as he fully takes control. His thrusts are rough and angled to brush your sweet spot. “Fuck, you fill me up so well, baby.” Your mind is spinning as you chase your high for the second time. “I can’t wait to cum on your cock,” you lustfully whisper and trace your tongue along the silver hoops dangling from his ear.

 “You have such a filthy mouth, Noona,” he whispers hotly against your parted lips and drags your bottom lip between his teeth. “I want to fill your pussy with my cum, Y/n,” he says, loudly enough for Jimin to hear. “I want to fuck you over and over until you’re begging me to make you pregnant. I want you to be a dripping mess, just for me.”

 Your boyfriend gasps from behind you, right on queue.

 “Don’t get yourself too worked up,” the older men mutters from across the mat. “She has an IUD, brat.”

 You both laugh at the remark and bounce faster, amused by how protective your boyfriend can be when properly provoked. He’s doing so well with all this, you think. I’ll have to make it up to him later.

 Jungkook flips you onto your back and slings your legs over his shoulders to push in deeper. His mind is lost in the pleasure you’re giving him, transfixed by how clenched you’ve become at this new angle.

 “N-noona, I really can’t last long with you.” His thrusts become uneven as he picks up the pace. “I wanna make you feel good too,” he exhales, sliding his nimble fingers along your folds to rub circles around your clit. The motion of his thrusts sync with the circling of his fingers until you can’t ignore the pleasure rapidly building from his tentative care.

 “Kookie. Oh, Kookie! Yes, yes. Faster, bunny, p-please don’t stop.” Your second orgasm of the night is coming to a fever pitch, coiling tight within you and begging to rip free. “You fuck me too good. You’re gonna make me—“

 You’e torn from your thoughts as Jimin’s hot hand wraps possessively around your throat and locks his dark eyes onto yours. His firm grasp forces you into a commanding kiss and you moan indignantly at the pain, pleasure and arousal of his dominant side. He presses his thumb and middle finger down tight to restrict your breathing, dragging your orgasm out of you in violent shakes. Your legs shake as Jimin releases his grip, bringing you to another high as Jungkook continues to pound into you. Your vision blurs and you feel absolutely soaked as your release drenches the younger man.

 “F-fuck, Noona! That’s so hot, holy shit.” Jungkook loses his mind at the sinful sight. He looks positively fucked out as he follows close behind and hugs your body to his chest. Your contracting pussy drives him over the edge, making him eagerly cum deep inside.

 “You…never told me she could do that, Hyung,” Jungkook pants to your boyfriend as he rolls off of you an onto his side.

 “I can’t give away all my secrets, can I, Kook?” Jimin replies, watching his friend curl to spoon you on your side. You lock eyes with Jimin as he smiles adoringly at the mess you’ve made. He beams, knowing he can still make you cum at his command. Even when you’re being fucked by another man, he’s the one to make you cum harder than ever. He curls around your other side and draws you by the tip of your chin to kiss him deeply. You savor this moment—your spent body wrapped tightly between the two men.

 “Did you have fun, love?” Jimin asks, brushing your hair behind your ear to place tender kisses across your cheek. You nod and smile meekly at his affection, thankful that you’re his.

 “Do you even have to ask?” You question, motioning down to your naked sweaty body. “That was so amazing, Chimmy. Thank you, baby.”

 You roll around to pull Jungkook’s face close to yours, kissing him between praises. “And you were incredible, Kookie. I hope it was just as good as you fantasized,” you smile sweetly.

 He smiles back with his wide bunny grin. “The fantasies could never compare to that. Jesus, Noona,” he laughs, shaking his head, still dumbfounded by what took place in this dark basement at his company's Halloween party. “And Hyung,” he says, leaning over you to playfully slap his friend. “Thanks for sharing.”

 Jimin snorted, playfully slapping him back. “You’re welcome, kid. If you play your cards right, maybe I’ll invite you over to our place sometime.” He looks over at you. “Would you like that, princess?” You eagerly nod in approval and give both men a quick peck on the lips.

 “I’d love to have Kookie over, Chim. We could have a sleepover,” you wink at the younger man. His cheeks tinge a rosy red as he thinks of what you and his friend have in store.

 “Anything for you, love.” Jimin sighs happily, helping you pull your clothes back on. “Now let’s get the hell out of this basement before anyone else joins us.”

 “Perhaps a spooooky ghost will appear,” Jungkook teases.

 Jimin lightly punches the younger man and wraps him into a headlock. They laugh, shoving each other as they stumble towards the basement stairs.

“C’mon, Noona.” Jungkook calls, “Last one out will turn into a pumpkin!��

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DISCLAIMER: Hey everyone! A&B here! Just a quick note to say that we DID NOT write this fic! It was written by one of our lovely followers for our writing contest. So please enjoy and remember to vote!

Title: Things That Go Bump In The Night Rating: M Genre: Smut Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex, sensation play, scratching Summary: Halloween party plans get canceled when you decide it’s better to be things that go bump in the night

Tonight, you get sweet revenge.

Looking into the rectangular accent mirror, ignoring the specks of dust clinging on, it’s one more coat of rouge ecstasy, the crimson shade you can’t wait to stain him with. The cute beauty mark on his neck will be first to get it. But later, there’s a party to attend first.

His dresser top should be kept neater. Cologne bottles, scattered change, and tangled charging wires drive you crazy, but not nearly as much as the ceramic atrocity. Your hands dig through the bowl he’s filled with picks, a chunky ugly piece he made long ago. Plastic, plastic, there. You need Jungkook’s stainless steel guitar picks for this idea because they slide onto fingers and extend like claws.

Jungkook’s still in the soft rumpled bed, no closer to getting his costume on. A black pinstripe suit in an extra skinny cut for Jack Skellington isn’t too involved, but you want to get his face makeup right for best effects. You don’t care about the prize, but Jungkook’s burning hatred of losing has rubbed off on you.

“I thought you liked blues, at least sometimes. That’s part of the reason I’m learning,” he calls out when he sees you stealing the steel picks, rolling over but the wrong way, further into the wonderfully textured blankets that swaddle.

You’ll have to pull him out yourself. “I do. That’s the problem. You’re butchering them.” You can give a half-smile while peeling back the outermost layer of covers, light and airy to the touch you can understand their charm.

Sitting over Jungkook's middle, you’re shaken from the hearty laughs coming deep from his defined stomach. They use more energy than slipping a suit on would.

Threading a pick carefully over each stern finger, you chide, “I’m not sure I’d be laughing,” but punishments are always more like ‘funishments’ between you.

His laughter halts, but your comment gives rise to his hardening cock, tapping at your backside. He knows you love him, but loves it when you’re mean. “Let’s not go out. Let’s stay right here.” Jungkook tries to pat at the bed but gets twisted in the stretchy sheets, jersey cotton comfy, but tangly. They're the set you always get caught in during the best sex.

In bed with you is his favorite place to be, so crawling on top to retrieve Jungkook backfired. It’s Halloween and he just wants to stake you. The shiny gloss on your lips makes them look like hard candy, and Jungkook would do anything for a taste. He shivers when his mind goes forward, daring to imagine a suck. He knows you’re better than any Halloween candy or costume party and gives another insistent push at your bottom through pajama pants.

“I feel that. I came over to wake up my boy toy, but this is something else.” You feel it and have to fight back the part of you that wants to rip through layers and take what’s yours and knocking so rudely without delay, but the party.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook squeezes his muscles, making his cock pulse again, this time stronger than the last.

Cool edge of a steel pick to his throat, you draw your finger across lightly and solemnly warn, “Stop it,” before bringing your hot lips to graze his in a kiss that feels simultaneously brief and everlasting.

‘Or what’ Jungkook wonders to himself, going crazy over the possibilities, until conscious of the cold absence where your lips had been. Needing more, he grabs your tapered hips with confidence to hold you to his growing bulge, beginning to buck up gently. “I obviously like your impromptu claws. Even if they don’t match your costume.”

“Yeah?" Your mouths meet again, familiar friends that need not waste time on introductions. "They make you want to be things that go bump in the night?”  

Headboard bumping, forgotten water glasses on the nightstand sloshing and threatening to go over, feet knocking against the other’s skin is some of your favorite sex and precisely what you want after seeing your gloss smeared red across his lips.

“Oh yeah. Real bad. Couldn’t make it through a party even if I wanted to. It’d be newsworthy. ‘Jack Skellington bones Sally against the windows at the Skyline Club.’”

He was kidding, but it’s a thought.

“It’d be just like in the movie. News blasting everywhere, ‘Jack Skellington blown to smithereens!”

The more he laughs, the more his proud cock begs and prods.

You were already partially ready, makeup done, and fishnets on. “Have to miss a party because you can’t control yourself around me? Should I make you call our friends and tell them exactly why we won’t be able to attend?”

With a teasing lick over his upper teeth, Jungkook starts working down your stockings and says, “If that pleases you, I’m sure they would understand.”

“You little shit.” Your hands glide over the smooth expanse of his chest, needy pussy clenching once around nothing over the streaks your fingers leave like contrails behind planes. Tightening the picks over your fingers, “Fine. But make it worth it. Tell me, do you like it when my claws caress?”

“Yes.” He's quiet and biting at a favorite freckle of yours right below his lip.

“Tickle?” you ask, tucking them into his armpits until he’s retracting, and his laughter turns to squeals.

Doubling over in unconscious self-defense, Jungkook yelps, “Yes. Yes! Yes! I said, yes!” before straightening out for more.

“Grip?” You dig the steel into the sides of his ass, thumb over his hips.

“Mmmm Yesssssss.” Jungkook has never been surer that debauchery outranks polite society.

“Scratch?” you ask as one last question, knowing for certain anything you do, Jungkook will find enthralling and intoxicating.

“Oh, ye-yes,” Jungkook gasps as his feet slam against the mattress.

“Give me your back then.”

You let your tongue lick like fire up Jungkook's spine. His skin reminds you of blood orange, able to be sweet and tart, almost floral from notes of lingering body wash. You'd play connect the dots with his freckles if you hadn't broken plans for other plans. Your fingers scratch in slow, deliberate lines, spelling letters Jungkook tries to guess before he gives way to just groaning and enjoying what he's given. It's when he gets too comfortable you make him move for you.

“Roll over.”

You let the claws ghost the length of his hard cock, making Jungkook’s hips jump. You give them a press into his sides while you slide your mouth down his length. Higher up they work as you pump him hands-free, your lips wrapping over your teeth, his tip tapping at the back of your pink throat, slick with your spit. You let your fingers scratch down his stomach. The way Jungkook’s body reacts is thrilling. You let them dig, skin lightening around them from pressure as you concentrate your mouth’s effort on his head.

His legs twitch, and his balls tighten when he feels the claws gently tickle. They graze trimmed hair he’s thankful to have as armor. Jungkook is excited to the point his cock leaks for you when you pull off and let your nails play more with his length and tip. You bite your spit-shiny lip at the sight of him so worked up. He’ll barely survive alternating firm, slow tugs, and light, quick scratches, if at all. 

“Let me eat you,” Jungkook pants, urgency obvious.

“Gladly.”

On your back, propped up on bent elbows, you wait for Jungkook’s move.

“No. Back all the way.”

You could correct him for trying to boss you around, but let it slide, seeing the way he reverently rolls your skirt up, inch by inch, before tucking it into its waistband out of the way.

You rip off your top and then settle in. Letting yourself sink into your favorite pillow, you feel Jungkook between your legs, crawling up with kisses from your calf to your cunt. Spreading them wider gently as he goes, Jungkook pushes on your legs, so you’re on full display for him to devour. His touch is so sensual, the perfect setting between firm and soft, like a sleepnumber sex toy that loves you and makes breakfast.

“Lick it.”

The first lick is light, bottom to top. The next has more pressure, roughness able to be felt licking a wet stripe over your sensitive seam, dipping shallow into your core on its pass. At your clit, Jungkook sucks, letting his nose press to your skin. You’re both groaning, and your heels dig into his chiseled, muscled sides. Not wanting anything between you, with slithers like a snake, Jungkook maneuvers out of his bottoms. You can see him rocking his hips slowly, rutting against the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, letting the claws gently massage his scalp is the only comfort you’re willing to give right now. You like keeping him desperate. You let your head dip back, and your eyes close while imagining how great it would be if he came messily all over the bed just from loving eating you and pleasing you so much. It’s happened before, and you’re sure you’ll get it again, but maybe not tonight.

One finger goes in and then another. You can feel them bending as they pump, his other knuckles nudging against your ass, it all making your legs want to shake. Jungkook stops sucking and allows you to grind against his stiffened tongue.

“Oh, yes,” on repeat is all you can manage, especially when he looks at you that way. His eyes, endless dark brown pools, set on seeing you writhe and thrash and then finally cum upon his tongue.

“Ah!” The gentle cry pours out from his lips like a prayer when he imagines it. One more finger and doubled efforts, faster now and hitting just right.

His face turns, his nose and hot breath against the dip to your thigh, his beautiful bowed top lip anchored to your mound so his tongue can lap at you until he feels you squeeze.

“You want to see me come on your tongue, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes close, and he nods yes with a moan, the movement and vibrations leaving you dangerously close, nearly delirious.

Returning to your senses against better judgment, “I’m not going to.”

Jungkook’s eyes shoot open and beg as he sucks at your clit.

“It’s Halloween. I’m afraid I need your wooden stake.”

Jungkook’s fingers glide over your pussy, playing in the slick mess he’s made. “Combining lore? Aren’t wooden stakes more of a vampire thing?” If he presses just right, he could still make you gush. Jungkook wonders what he’d be in for if he made you cum after you’d said no. He could fight it, remind you that you said no to on his tongue, but nothing about around his fist or squirting down his arm.

“Are you going to shut up and fuck me?”

“Mm. That.” Jungkook lifts you by your hips to sit directly on his stiff dick.

“Ahhhhhh,” Jungkook sighs out as his length slips into your cunt that’s soaking wet for him. “Always feels so good for me. Need to make you feel good too.”

It makes you swallow hard, taking his length so quickly in one go. Into his shoulder you pant, “I guess you don’t have to shut up if you say such nice things.”

“So good around me. I think about it all the time.”

You squeeze your legs around his sides. “You dream about me? My pussy or me?”

“Both. You. All of you. Can’t get enough.”

You can see the veins on the sides of his face start to stick out from concentration and need. His hands wander every bend of your body, unable to choose a favorite part, unable to get enough.

“Fuck me, really fuck me, Googie.”

Jungkook lunges, laying you on your back, crushed under his weight and paradise. His hands cup your breasts, and he pinches your nipples between his fingers. “You asked for it,” he growls.

You can see the way his earrings swing and his hair bounces with every fuck into you. Mattress and frame battling, headboard against the wall, his hips slam to yours, and the room is filled by the noise of things that go bump in the night.

Foreheads pressed together, your lips grazing his smooth skin as his body bounces you, you can feel your need tighten like a vise. As his nose bumps yours over and over and he stares into your eyes with romantic devotion, you’re impressed by his tenderness for you even while pounding you into the mattress just the way you asked for. You know there’s no way he’ll fail you. You’re already so close.

“So good,” you praise as you’re inched towards the headboard by his driving thrusts. “Just how I want it.”

You let the claws scratch the length of his back as he pushes, his strong arms pull over you, wrapping around your head, cradling you so fierce your neck almost hurts. His breath is loud and ragged, hot against your ear. Your hands hold to his ass to clutch every last bit of him that you can, deep inside and filling you perfectly. Jungkook is a sweet soul, soft heart, and wild fuck.

"Well, trick-or- oh shit..." It's too much. You're a goner, dissolving instantly around his rigid prick with silent screams and digging claws.

Jungkook sees your eyelids flutter as you miss your breathing he’s been measuring, not even able to finish your sentence. “Yeah, yeah,” he coaxes, voice smoky, slowing but not stopping his hips to see you through. Coming down, he relishes every small noise leaving your mouth and every flushed hot twist of your body. Lacing his long fingers calloused from practicing with yours, Jungkook gives quick sloppy in desperation kisses down your jaw and to your lips once they’ve found their way back. “Love to make you come. Love to feel you come around me. Love to know I’m good to you. Good for you.” Jungkook struggles, not able to express everything he wants perfectly when you have him so unraveled and knotted all at once and still pulse and squeeze his every inch.

Stammered whispers hit the spit and sweat-slicked curve of your neck. “Cum-Cumming. Soon.” His face screws, and his lips thin and frown, fighting back a dam ready to burst.

“Pull out. Pull out and let me see what I make you do,” you order.

Jungkook groans. He wouldn’t dare not listen this time, but he loves to cum deep inside you, nothing in the world feeling better to him. He lets the frustration out in kicks to the sheets that have twisted round his feet again before sitting back on them between your spread legs, one tug left before a high-pitched sigh and painting your skin with his won release.

Lazy and arrogant, you smile seeing him be successful in fighting instinct for you, and then wider still at the amount Jungkook spills. Belly button, under your breast, on your chest, more, and then back down, final drops splatting across your wet cunt. Jungkook feels dizzy and dry from coming so hard and lets his forehead fall hard to your shoulder while he recovers, sweat shiny, and spent as his eruption of cum spreads and sticks between your bodies.

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Title: Let’s play Rating: horror obviously Genre: Halloween AU Warnings: cursing, torturing method is mentioned, no smut sorry. I tried writing horror for the first time ever so please excuse if its not as scary or thrilling as it could be Summary: Being dared to retrieve a ticket from an abandoned amusement park shouldn’t be as hard as this. It would naturally be easier if you actually had a phone or any sense of direction, but apparently getting lost is exactly what your best friend was counting on. Who knows what promises he made with the seven beings residing in the shadows?

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“Hello?” You call out as you take another careful step forward, only to be met with silence. This was not good, not at all. You hate the dark and yet here you are, in the dark and lost in a fucking amusements park. An abandoned amusement park to be precise. Come to think of it, you weren’t certain why you even bothered calling out. What if someone or something actually answered back? Technically you’re just giving away your location to who knows what. Your alone, scare and did you mention scared? In summary you were vulnerable, very vulnerable

Stupid so-called best friend. It all started with a stupid game of truth or dare, and being the brave soul you were, you chose dare, now look where that moment of a ‘spontaneous once-in-a-lifetime’ decision got you.

Okay, #1… you weren’t brave at all, and #2, you never wanted to play that stupid game to begin with. But no! you just couldn’t back down when someone challenged you and coming from your best friend (soon ex-best friend), it was impossible to say no. The game itself started out normal, rather whatever could be classify as normal in this month of terrors. The first few rounds went by without incident, which lead to you becoming that ‘brave you’, you most definitely were not!

You were going to kill Luscai for daring you to retrieve a ticket from the ticket stand, which by the way wasn’t ‘just to the left’ of the gate. You’ve been walking, or more like inching, your way along the path for a good 30 minutes or so and no ticket stand has greeted you with its present. To top it all off you were forced over the fence, that clearly had a warning for a reason on it, without your phone. You were beyond the point of annoyance.

“I’m so going to kill him when I find that exit” you muttered under your breath as you took another shaky step forward. Yes, you have tried turning around just to find out the path no longer turned in the same way you remembered it turning. So, you were kind of just going with the flow of things, so to speak.

“Your either very lost or a very stupid girl” A deep voice suddenly breathed down your neck. Your blood running cold as an involuntary shiver made its way down your spine. Spinning around, and nearly dying of whiplash, you came face to face with nothing other than shadows.

“I hope it’s the latter, the first would make this very unfortunate for her” another voice said from your left. This one sounded somewhat sleepy, yet it had an edge to it that send another shiver down your spine.

“This is going to be so much fun. Oh, please tell me we get to have a little fun before we take what’s ours hyung?” a younger sounding voice said from your right. Oddly this one sounded as sweet as honey, almost angelic. Ironic considering your flight instinct was telling you the exact opposite.

These voices weren’t comforting. In fact, you have never been this ready to sprint faster than that guy you saw on the television a few days ago. Right before you could make your great escape, another voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“That’s not a very good idea Y/N. You’ll never be able to outrun us.” The commanding tone this voice held was all it took for the very last bit of colour to drain from your face. You kind of figured this voice to be one that was use to telling others what to do, considering the fact that your body involuntarily stopped.

Dread and confusion washed over you. How did- No, this must be some kind of trick. No-one, not even Luscai knew your real name. Not that you hated your real name, it just brought back painful memories from your childhood. Even considering this fact, you recognised a whopping total of exactly, zero voices.

“Aw, you got her speechless hyung!” An even younger voice cooed from behind you. A set of demonic laughter filled the silence. What made this situation worse was the fact that you couldn’t see who these voices belonged to. That is if this was more than one person. It was kind of hard to tell and you hoped it was just one sick bastard, then you might still stand a chance.

“W-who are you?” You asked into the darkness, as if you actually wanted to know. By this time your legs were shaking more than normal, your face where paler than before and your heartrate were going a mile a minute. In short, you were scared. Really fucking scared.

“We’re no one”

“We feed on fear”

“We are dangerous”

“We take what’s ours”

“We love to play”

“We’re harmless”

“We’re your worst nightmare Y/N” Seven voices answered at the same time in a jumble of words. Yet, you could make out each and every statement.

As one seven men stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight. Their clothes dark and stained, their hair messy and their glowing eyes on you. Even in the state their clothes were in, their skin seemed to be flawless, not a single scratch in site. They could easily have been classified as handsome and maybe harmless if it weren’t for those shit eating grins plastered across their faces.

“S-stay away from me” you said as you backed away from the approaching line of demonic handsomeness. Seeing that they were definitely not going to listen to you, you turned and took off in a flash. Leaving behind a string of psychotic laughter.

Moving faster than you ever had you darted through the darkness, which wasn’t very smart. As you turned a random corner you could have sworn you had already passed, something latched onto you left leg. This sudden unaccounted obstacle sends you flying towards the ground at a frightening fast pace.

Pain shot through your entire body as you made contact with the ground. Your breath left you as you heard your bones crack as they absorbed the shock. The next thing to make contact was your face. Luckily you turned your head and stuck your arms out, limiting the impact but not completely stopping it. A warm liquid slowly made its way out of your nose and the newly formed gash on your cheek.

You laid deadly still for a full 4 seconds before something rolled you over. This something was one of the seven. He stared down at you and you quickly made your move too escape just to be pinned down to the ground. Even with the weight of your newest accessory that was seated across your waist, you struggled against his hold on your arms.

“Do you really want to do this?” he asked as his grip tightened around your wrist.

You kept on struggling against him as tears made its way down your cheeks, burning as the passed over the fresh cut. Before either of you could do anything more another voice caught your attention.

“Jungkook, I see you caught the little devil.”

“She’s faster than I thought, but luckily she got a bit tangled in some vines.” Jungkook answered as he kept his eyes locked on yours. The other male made its way over to the two of you, taking in your appearance.

The one dubbed Jungkook was visibly younger than the rest. His hair was cherry red, smile bunny-like and eyes that held an innocent unknown to man. But he was ripped, and clearly stronger than he appeared. The other male that has successfully made his way over to the two of you, was shining. Literally shining. His wicked grin held a brightness to it, his yet black hair a visible contra to the energy he held around him.  

“Look what you did Y/N, we told you not to run” The shining male said as he sighed. Seemingly disappointed.

“Hoseok-ah? What happened? Did Jungkookie catch her?” another voice you haven’t heard yet called from the dark as a very tall, very broad-shouldered male stepped into the illuminating moonlight. This man was beyond gorgeous.

“Ah Jin-hyung. Yes, Jungkookie did catch her, she was a little faster than we thought. If she didn’t fall over those vines, I believe she might have made it to the gate. She did manage to acquire some new scares, you might need to fix her up.” Said man relied.

At the word ‘gate’ your struggling stopped. Seeing this Jungkook directed his eyes away from his two hyungs and looked at you. A wicked smile making its way onto his face.

“Oh, you wanted to get to the gate that’s literally just around that corner. To bad, we want to play first.” He said as he licked a stride up the expand of your neck.

This action alone made you shudder underneath him. But his words made that shudder of pure arousal turn into something moulded in fear. Play? They wanted to play with you. Your struggling soon fired up again, even though it was useless.

Soon all seven men was around you, six of them standing around you with muscle mania still seated on top of you. It was unsettling to say the least, especially with the weird silence that followed after they surrounded you. Even Jungkook was silently observing you. For what reason you do not know, and you most definitely did not want to find out.

“Red is a very complementing colour on her, don’t you guys think?” the one with the angelic voice asked with a curious expression. This statement would have made you blush if it wasn’t for the fact that you had no red clothes on. The only thing red on you were your own blood coming from your nose and cut on your cheek.

All your red light was going off and screaming at you to get out of there, pun intended. Slowly they started towards you. Two grabbed your feet and two grabbed your hands, affectively making you immobile. Jungkook got off of you as the others lifted you into mid-air.

Hanging like a sack of potatoes, you started squirming again, this caused for one of the men, a tall one with platinum hair and dimples next to his suggestive smirk, to come closer to you.

“We’re going to have so much fun Y/N. You’ll never want to leave. You see, once you step foot into this amusement park, you belong to us. No ones ever going to take you away, you came at a price and we don’t like losing something we practically paid for.”  He whispered as he ran a finger over your face and down your neck.

“W-what do you mean? What p-price?” You stuttered as tears gathered in the corners of your eyes.

Low grumbles of a laughter escaped all seven of the men as they started carrying you to who-knows where.

“Oh, sweet meat. Your dear friend, what was his name?” the platinum/dimpled man said

“L-Luscai?” You stuttered in disbelief.

“Ah yes, Luscai. Your so-called friend wanted some love potion of sorts to trap his lifelong crush. And I’ll give you three guesses how he paid for his request” Dimples smiled his wicked smile.

“N-no, h-he wouldn’t.” Tears where now streaming down your face as you desperately fought for freedom.

“Oh baby, it’s okay. We’re here and we’ll take care of you. We’ll cover you in red and show you all our toys. Oh, you’ll love our newest addition. Your head is placed inside a wet bag made of material, then your entire body is secured so you can’t move, and water is slowly dripped onto your head.” The sleepy sounding male said.

“Yoongi-hyung is correct! We all tried it. You’ll feel better once you tried it!” the male with the deep voice said.

“That’s right Taehyung-ah! Now Y/N, Let’s play” Hoseok said, laughing along with the rest as you let out a blood-thrilling scream.

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Title: Blood Bag Rating: T Genre: Horror, Drama Warnings: Kidnapping, Nonconsent(for Vampire biting only), Manipulation, Character Death Summary: When Kim Namjoon came to give a lecture to your Public Speaking class you couldn’t help but be vaguely annoyed now that you had someone to direct your irritation at. After all, there were so many groups who would go unnoticed in the wake of these 7 boys' success. When you accidentally make eye contact with him and run into him at a cafe while doing your assignment on his lecture things take a dangerous turn and you find your feelings of unease about the boys were correct firsthand.

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You'd first met him when you were in college in Seoul. The transfer program was no joke nor was the workload but you wanted to excel in your job as a translator. You'd heard of BTS of course. Who hadn't? They'd all but taken over the world with their reputation.

Still, you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit bitter.

After all; so many groups worked just as hard as them yet would fail due to lack of sales or notice in the wake of their triumphant success.

It just...made you frustrated. More at the industry than anyone in particular...but then he came in and suddenly there was a source to direct your irritation at.

He held himself with confidence as he walked into your lecture hall for public speaking, clearly projecting the image of the ever secure in himself leader everyone knew him to be. Girls were whispering among you frantically, nervous giggles leaving their lips just from his presence alone.

It made you uncomfortable and caused you to cringe.

Even without your resentment, he was a person. Not a fucking light-up toy to “ooh” and “ahh” at.

You looked down at your notebook to begin doodling aimlessly as he seemed to be conversing quietly with your equally star-struck professor.

It was almost enough to make you groan aloud. Was there no-one who realized how ludicrous it was to act like this over a single Human being? It wasn't like he was giving up his life for them. He was just giving a single lecture, and probably being paid handsomely to do so.

You didn't realize you'd unintentionally made eye contact until Kim Namjoon himself smirked knowingly at you.

Your heart jumped up to your throat in fearful surprise as a blush filled your cheeks, even as you straightened your back and forced yourself to glare defiantly into his copper irises.

His smirk only widened in response...and then he began speaking, stalwart gaze never leaving your own in a clear test of wills.

Words can’t properly describe the effect his words had on the class. You swear you could hear a pin drop as they all immediately rushed to quiet themselves and barely breathed.

Truthfully, you barely registered them; too lost in his hypnotizing gaze for a moment, the way his eyes seemed to refuse to unlock from your own had you swallowing nervously...and then your gaze hardened and you dropped it as you instead began intently scribbling in your notebook.

You refused to act like all the other cattle surrounding you.

You would not be tricked by this charismatic deceiver.

Unbeknownst to you, said deceiver hid a cunning smirk behind his hand as he watched you scurry out the second he was done with his lecture.

How absolutely intriguing.

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'Nothing is quite as motivating as fear. Well; except maybe love and adoration.'

That was the first line on your paper on Mr. Namjoon's lecture. You stared at it, feeling the truth of it yourself as you thought back to the flush that had filled your cheeks.  

Irritation at him getting to you bubbled in your gut until a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

"That's supposed to be about me? How do you figure?"

His voice was husky, like he'd just woke up; he was referring to your assignment as he leaned right over your shoulder to look at your screen. You tensed at the close proximity and slammed your screen shut as you whirled on him with a scowl.

“I don’t see how it’s any of your concern, sir. I have an assignment to do so if you wouldn’t mind…”

You motioned for him to leave through gritted teeth in some form of a smile.

He observed you for a few moments before a chuckle left his lips and he stood up to his full height and grabbed your wrist and began walking away with you just barely managing to stuff your laptop into your bag before he relinquished that from you as well with a flourish.

“Where are you taking me? Let go of me right now or I’ll scream.”

Your voice was a venomous hiss and he stopped abruptly, making you bump into him, He turned suddenly and you stopped breathing as he cornered you right in front of the cafe and leaned down to coo into your ear, voice so soft you could barely hear it.

“Try it. Draw attention to us. Your identity will be found out, you’ll be doxxed and you and your family will be tormented. Not to mention I have your laptop and it sure would be a shame if you had things on here you didn’t want others knowing to get out. If that’s what you want; then by all means scream.”

You were left with no choice but to stumble after him, heart now beating a mile a minute as he turned on his heel and walked away, dropping his grip on you as he knew you’d follow.

You were right. He wasn’t what he pretended to be...but then...what was he planning to do with you now that he’d intentionally outed himself to you? Why did he?

Your mind spun with questions as he walked until you both reached a nondescript black vehicle. He held the back door open for you but you knew the action wasn’t gentlemanly. The smile he wore was too threatening; his eyes held no emotion as he held your bag firmly in his grip.

You steeled yourself, raised your chin and got in the back as he shut the door; sealing your escape route and leaving you entirely under his control.

You felt like a helpless moth, knowing the flame would spell the end but still completely enraptured, drawing ever closer to your own demise.

What could you do to get out of this? There had to be a way.

You reminded yourself to stay calm, knowing if you panicked he’d see it as yet another weakness to be taken advantage of.

How did he know you so well? Were you truly so easy to read? You thought for sure you’d hidden your annoyance at him well but even so...he was a minor inconvenience on your radar. Hell, you never thought you’d see him again after that lecture save maybe at the presentation where you read your oral presentations on him!! And even that was a long shot.

“How did you know where I was and what do you want with me?”

The question was blurted out before your filter could hold you back and Namjoon turned to smirk at you as the driver continued on stoic as ever.

“You really are a bold little thing aren’t you?”

Your eyes hardened even as a shiver went down your spine at the almost predatory glint in his eyes. You couldn’t let on you were afraid. You just had to be strong until you found an opening to escape.

Or so you tried to think until a lithe arm wrapped gently around your throat and tugged you against the back of your seat so you couldn’t turn to look to see your captor.

Their voice told you they were male though and you didn’t so much as breathe as he cooed near your ear at Namjoon, leaning his chin on your shoulder as his free hand played with your hair affectionately.

“Isn’t she fun though? We haven’t had one with such spunk for a while…”

Namjoon snarled in retaliation as your eyes showed your genuine terror at the realization that this boy had been lurking behind you this entire time out of sight.

“There is no we. She’s mine Jimin. Back off.”

The arm relinquished its hold and you whirled to meet playful brown eyes. Jimin? He...was one of the other members of BTS that much you knew. And that he was supposedly the “pure” one of the group. Ha. Your frustration finally spilled over into genuine panic.

“What the fuck do you people want from me!? Threats or no so help me the second you stop this car I will scream. Blackmail me, try and hurt my family if you want; your reputation will be the main one to suffer and I will make sure you go down.”

There were a few beats of tense silence before Jimin’s sharp laughter abruptly broke it before he brusquely cut if off and you tensed at the feeling of a sharpness on your throat, swallowing nervously as Jimin spoke quietly into your ear, voice deathly calm.

“Look at you, trying to threaten us. Naughty girl. Maybe I should teach you some manners, put you in your place~”

"Jimin!"

Namjoon's animalistic snarl cut through the air and you could hear the pout in Jimin's voice as he pulled away, pink hair blinding your vision momentarily as he hopped from the storage area into the seat beside you.  

"Ahh, you're no fun hyung~"

Your mind was spinning. Now, your life was truly at risk. Sure Jimin had the strength advantage and you were also under Namjoon’s control as you had no clue where you were going but now there was a knife involved. Jimin had a weapon. Your carefully constructed mask was starting to crumble and you didn’t realize you were crying until Jimin brushed away a tear with a joyful giggle.

You hastily wiped the rest away as you wrenched yourself away from his touch, pushing yourself as far towards the window as you can as you looked out it, trying to get a sense of your surroundings and attempting to calm down and control your breathing.

Damn it. Why were you so weak? This was not the time to panic.

Namjoon glanced back at you, watching you with quiet contemplation shining in his gaze.

Silence filled the car then and you eventually managed to doze off, occasional silent tears falling from your eyes as you hid your face in your arm as best you could.

Maybe when you awaken next you’ll be back in your favorite cafe and this would end up being nothing more than an unbelievable nightmare.

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You slowly returned to consciousness, cuddling closer to the warmth enveloping you; breathing slow and even. You awoke with a start scrambling to get our of the person who was holding your grip as you realized you were moving.

"Who are you? Where am I? Put me down!!"

Namjoon sighed merely tightening his grip on your legs, holding you with one hand supporting your bottom as the other pressed your shoulder into him so you couldn't scratch at him or hit him.

"God, you're loud. Relax. We're almost there. Jimin went on ahead to warn the others."

Your mind caught up with you as you remembered how you got in this situation and what had transpired beforehand.

Others? Like Jimin? Would they all be so violent, ready to slit your throat if you put up too much of a fight?

Namjoon must've sensed your fear because he let out another heavy sigh.

"No-one is going to lay a hand on you or hurt you. Just be a good girl and cooperate okay? We just need to figure out why you seem to be immune."

"Immune to what? And why are you acting so nice all of a sudden!? You're the one who kidnapped and threatened me in the first place!!"

You hissed, eyes sparking with anger. At least you felt validated since he was indeed as off as you'd felt he was the first time you laid eyes on him.

Namjoon merely shrugged and went quiet, choosing to let the two of you remain in silence as you walked.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

"...I can at least use my legs, can't I? Seeing as I have no idea where we are you can trust I won't run."

Namjoon barely spared you a glance before he shook his head.

"It's not safe. If I put you down; the forest will take you. You need me to get through here safely. Otherwise you'd be nothing but fodder."

You sagged in his grip, finally just giving up. This didn't make any fucking sense. He had to be delusional right? Absolutely off his rocker talking about forests taking you. Hell, they probably all were crazy. Jimin did hold a knife against your throat after all.

By the time Namjoon has led you into the cozy wooden cabin in the woods you were starting to doze off again- only awakening when an excited voice broke the silence.

"Ooh! Hyung you found her? She's the one with the shield right? She somehow saw past your magic?"

You jolted, turning to look with wide eyes at who you guessed was the youngest one thanks to his apparent innocence.

Another unfamiliar voice groaned audibly

“Wait to go Jungkook if she wasn’t, we would’ve either had to alter her memories which we don’t have the energy to do right now or kill her.”

The words didn’t register until you locked eyes with the broad-shouldered tall male and you took a step back on instinct at the cool glint in his eyes, bumping into Namjoon in the process as the beginnings of panic began to make your stomach churn again.

“Why don’t you all just shut your fucking mouths? You’re making her scared.”

Namjoon muttered.

You jumped in surprise, a sharp gasp of pain escaping your lips as a boy suddenly appeared in front of you, black hair and red eyes staring you down as he gripped your upper arms with an amount of strength that had you wincing.

“Maybe that wouldn’t be the worst thing if she can resist our charms. Tell us sweetheart have you figured it out yet or do we need to spell it out?”

His voice was little more than a low rumble and you felt your breathing starting to pick up as tears of both pain and being overwhelmed pricked at your eyes.

“Please. I just want to go home!! I don’t care what you are or what you want with me! I’m just a college student for God’s sake!!! What could I possibly have that you want!?”

Your voice rose in reaction to your emotions and the boy gripping your arms gave you a smirk that had you freezing in place in fear. Or rather, you thought it was fear.

You couldn’t move.

“Wrong answer. As for what we want…? For starters...I suppose I am a bit peckish. What about you Jimin? You haven’t eaten since yesterday yeah? Come have a bite.”

Your mind was spinning, trying to process what was happening, what they were saying and why Namjoon wasn’t doing anything to help you. He defended you earlier why wasn’t he-?

You would’ve screamed if you could have at the sharp sound to your left- the familiar sound of bones breaking as Namjoon’s lifeless body was tossed to the side, a little ways in front of you by a new blond male who had entered the living room.

Yet another new face appeared in your peripheral as a man with dark brown eyes and hair to match came into view, a self-satisfied grin like that of a naughty little boy on his face as he giggled at your horrified gaze.

“Don’t look so scared baby. He’ll come back. I’d worry about yourself~Name’s Hoseok.

The blond boy-Taehyung, if you were remembering from that perfume ad correctly, stepped over Namjoon’s body carelessly.

“Namjoon get too big for his britches again? Honestly, he could use that big brain of his for more than showing off his manipulation skills he’d see we're all just as equally gifted Some of us just choose not to show it off as much.” He raised his index finger to his lips, shooting a playful wink your way.

“That’ll be our little secret, okay Hutie~?”

Jimin snorted as he slung an arm around your shoulder, making you slam your eyes shut in terror.

“Hutie? What kind of stupid nickname is that?”

“Human and cutie together? Aww c’mon! It totally works Jiminie!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yah! You're just jealous you couldn’t come up with something so cool on the fly!”

You would’ve screamed if you could.

Namjoon was dead and these two were bickering over nicknames!?

“Can we eat now? Please? I’m gonna start without you.”

Yoongi grumbled, catlike red orbs making your stomach do a backflip.

“Heh. Cute. Look at you all worried even though Namjoon’s the one that kidnapped you. Trust me, he wasn’t doing it out of the pureness of his heart. He just wanted the first bite. Oh. And you’re right in your guess. We’re Vampires.”

He responded, but that didn’t bother you. What bothered you was that he was apparently in your head.

His smirk widened as you tested your theory.

‘Yoongi’s my name doll. And yes, you’re not going crazy. I can talk in your mind like this too as well as hearing your thoughts. See since I’m the one that paralyzed you, I have complete control over you, including that. I’d explain more but like I said...I’m famished after having to hold back so long.’

You wanted to cry out, scream, beg...anything to make him stop as his lips approached the soft, vulnerable skin of your neck but there was nothing you could do. The feeling of his sharp fangs against your neck made your eyes widen in remembrance of Jimin’s assault earlier. ‘Not a knife…’ You heard Yoongi snicker against your skin as he purred in your mind. ‘I am glad Namjoon held him back. I’m glad it gets to be me to take you.’ You finally got back your ability to speak and move just as he bit down and you felt your knees give out along with a loud gasp of surprise. If Seokjin hadn’t lunged forward to wrap his arms around your waist from behind you surely would’ve been overwhelmed by the pleasure that hit you and fell to the ground.

“Wow, she looked so surprised!”

Jungkook giggled and you weakly grasped at Yoongi with trembling fingers to wordlessly tell him to stop as you bit your lip as hard as you could to frantically keep from making any sounds, instead catching Jimin’s shirt in your grasp.

As pink hair tickled the side of your face you knew you'd made a mistake. He positioned himself in front of you, leaving you no choice but to see the smirk on his face before he leaned down to nuzzle the opposite side of your neck to Yoongi who was still relentlessly sucking away, the only sounds leaving him the occasional hum of delight or sigh.

"Don't worry angel. If you think one is good, let's see how you handle two~"

You could hear an almost resentful edge to his voice; you guessed it was because Namjoon had held him back earlier but in any case, just as he was about to bite down Seokjin interrupted him.

"No. She'll lose too much blood with how much Yoongi has taken. Not to mention she'd probably pass out from pleasure first with how blown out she looks right now."

You saw Jimin's eyes darkened in anger as he raised his head and while you couldn't see Seokjin, the faux innocent yet dangerous tone in his voice was enough to make you shiver.

"You remember how it felt for you when we Turned you, don't you?"

Jimin froze and you swore you saw him flinch though just as quickly he was on the other side of the room with a final wordless snarl.

“Good boy. And Yoongi; that’s enough.” When he didn’t respond, he repeated his name voice growing sterner.  

“Yoongi.”

He didn’t so much as grunt in acknowledgment. In fact, it seemed like he only redoubled his efforts and you were genuinely getting lightheaded and losing strength when there was a blur of brown and Yoongi was pulled off of you by his hair.

He hissed and writhed in the other Vampire’s grip, switching between trying to get back to you and gnashing at the younger-looking boy's hands.

“Try it again. Go on. Lunge for her one more time. I fucking dare you. You won’t have a piece of her again for a month. I’ll make sure of it.”

Jungkook’s voice had dropped a few octaves and you watched in awe as Yoongi held his gaze for a moment before he growled and finally sagged in his grip in submission, making Jungkook simply nod once and release him.

You saw Hoseok taking a worried few steps towards you as Seokjin finally released you, thinking you’d gotten your bearings and come down from the sudden assault. You barely registered the feeling of something being pressed to where Yoongi had bitten you before the world spun and a strong grip caught you as you swooned and fell forward. You barely registered the gust of air that ruffled your hair lightly and then you were being laid down gently on a bed in another room. You’d barely registered whoever caught you must've carried you with inhuman speed before you fully fell unconscious.

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When next you awoke, it was with a start as you looked around in a frenzy and stumbled out of the bed. You all but fell out of the room you’d been left in as you stumbled into the living room looking around as you tried to get a solid grasp on your surroundings and regain your bearings.

“Hey! Calm down, you need to rest you’re not fully recovered yet!!”

The slightly scolding voice by your ear made you flinch as you looked up to meet Taehyung’s gaze. Your eyes narrowed in distrust as you looked around and reluctantly let him lead you to the sofa where Seokjin and Hoseok were both waiting.

Jungkook sat on the chair diagonal to where you were sitting observing you curiously.

“Here. Drink this. You need to replace some of the blood you lost and this will help.”

Taehyung’s explanation permeated your thoughts as you observed the bottle of cranberry juice in your hands.

“It helps promote blood flow around the body by lowering the stress on your blood vessels. Given you’re going to be our blood supply and all-”

You hopped to your feet in fear at his words but Jin grabbed your wrist, easily halting you with his superior strength as he shot a vaguely miffed glare at Taehyung.

“...Couldn’t you have used a little more tact? Honestly. I know it’s tiring wearing masks for our fans all the time and we have a Mortal who knows what we are now but she’s still a Human being with emotions. You know how sensitive they are.”

Taehyung shrugged.

“What’s the point in hiding it from her? She bears the mark of the Bangtan clan now. Even if she tried to run, it’s not like she could get far in the forest. Even if she did somehow make it out, If she tried to talk about what she’d witnessed no-one would believe her.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“Tae’s got a point. We’re the most popular boy band in the world. People think we’re in a management building in Seoul right now when we’re right in the center of Fae lands.” He clasped his hands behind his head with a smirk. “Making that pact with them was a damn good idea. It’s the perfect place to take our donors and other blood bags.”

“What makes you think I’ll even willingly go along with this huh!? You can’t keep me locked in this place forever! I have family, friends who will notice that I’m missing!”

Seokjin’s polite smile turned a bit strained and his grip tightened slightly on your wrist.

“Funny. You say that like you’ve got any damn choice in the matter. We’re superior to you in every way. And honestly? All we have to do is bite you if we want you compliant for a little while. Our saliva has a potent aphrodisiac to you Humans, it’s why you became so overwhelmed and couldn’t really fight back. In smaller doses than what Yoongi gave you we can keep you nice and calm for as long as we desire. And that’s not even taking into consideration our physical superiority over you. As for your friends and family...well.” His eyes tinged with a darkness that had your eyes tearing with despair. “Easily deal with. We have the money to make it go away without so much as a snap of our fingers.”

“In other words..”

You gasped sharply as Jin finally released your wrist and Namjoon raised your chin to look into his eyes, a self-confident smirk on his face at your shock and horror as he looked down at you both literally and figuratively.

“You’re entirely at our mercy babygirl. Oh. And Taehyung. Kill me again like that and I’ll break every bone in your body next time when it’s your turn. You know my neck is sore as Hell because of your little temper tantrum.”

He grunted as he cracked his neck in an attempt to loosen it some.

There were so many questions spinning in your mind. How was Namjoon alive? What was the deal with the immunity he mentioned earlier? Where exactly were you?

But...in the end, did it truly matter? Did any of it matter? You were going to be nothing more than a slave to 7 boys who were fooling the world with their fake smiles and charms while using you as their constant source of sustenance.

If only you hadn’t locked eyes with Namjoon that day. Maybe he wouldn’t have known. Maybe you would be in class right now, or eating brunch with your parents. But instead you were here; in this house, now no more than a simple meal.

As you sunk into the couch in defeat you sighed, closing your eyes.

What were you going to do? What could you do?

This was the end. A bad one perhaps...but an end nonetheless.

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Monster Mash Master Post 

So Two Tuxedo Masks Walk into a Party... -  @chimchimchereeee​

Let’s Play - @nomimits7

Our Haunted House - @butterfliespoison

Like I Can - @thestorytellerofkpop

Euphoric Events - @we-be-writing-bts-stuff

What if? - @peaches-of-1

Things that go Bump in the Night - @btsracket

Blood Bag - @sevenincubistolemyheart

Angel - @bangtanbabeloveyourself

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Monster Mash Challenge Winners

Thank you again to everyone that participated. It was fun and we hope to do it again next year!

Here are the category winners:

Smutty Smut Smut: So Two Tuxedo Masks Walk into a Party... by @chimchimchereeee

Horror Show: Let's Play by @nomimits7

Yandere? Yes Please!: Our Haunted House by @butterfliespoison

Did You Say Fluff?: So Two Tuxedo Masks Walk into a Party... by @chimchimchereeee

Super-Duper-Natural: Angel by @bangtanbabeloveyourself (aka @unfortunatemiss)

Grand Prize: Ultimate Fav!: Angel by @bangtanbabeloveyourself (aka @unfortunatemiss)

Special Prize: Judges Choice: Blood Bag by @sevenincubistolemyheart

Winners have already been notified and prizes will be mailed out next week. Thank you to everyone for participating and everyone that voted!!!

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Title: Angel Rating: PG 13 Genre: Angst/Supernatural Warnings: Y/N technically drinks a supernatural drug without knowing.  Word Count: 2.9k Summary: Y/N is an AOP, Angel on Probation, stuck on Earth until she can earn her way back to Heaven. While at a Halloween party, she meets the most beautiful man she had ever seen, only to find he’s not what he seemed. Oh, and Yoongi drops by too.

You sighed as you twirled the miniature pitchfork between your fingers, eyes scanning over the room for any sort of entertainment. This was the fourth Halloween party you had been to this week and you were utterly bored. You thought the human realm was supposed to be full of temptation, but nothing here tempted you. 

The alcohol wouldn’t affect your senses and what they were drinking was definitely not something you would drink for the flavor. Unfortunately, the drugs were the same. That left you with the most obvious choice: sex. It was something you had learned plenty about in your time on Earth. But the feeling that was described in those stories and videos was not something you had ever experienced personally, let alone towards a human. 

You were starting to believe that it just wouldn’t be possible for you. That was before he caught your eye. He was kind of hard to miss. An adonis in all white adorning a faintly glowing halo crown.  The irony was thick in the air tonight. You had to fight back the eye roll. 

When you glanced back over to him, you caught him staring right back at you. You looked away immediately, a light blush spreading across your face. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling in your chest, knowing that the only being you found attractive had noticed you too. This is what those books talked about. It was so unusual. While lost in thought, someone bumped into you,  your pitchfork flying out of your grasp. 

Before you even attempted to stand, you saw a figure in white bending over and taking the pitchfork. When you looked up, you couldn’t fight intense warmth that filled your chest  like wildfire when he smiled at you. What was happening to you?

“I think you dropped this.” He said over the music, handing it to you. 

You nodded and accepted it. “How kind of you to return it.” 

He smirked and pointed up to his halo. “Isn’t that what it’s all about?” 

You giggled and nodded. “I suppose you’re right. Does that mean I get to stab you with it now?” 

He raised an eyebrow before crossing his arms across his chest. “I suppose you could. But you don’t look like the type, Angel.” 

You tapped his chest with the toy. “What makes you say that?” 

He smirked. “You’ve got an innocent look about you, like an angel in disguise. Sporting little horns and some red lipstick might make you look like the naughty type, but I can tell you aren’t.” 

Your jaw dropped before you gave his chest a little shove with the pitchfork, causing him to chuckle. “Ouch. Okay, okay. You’ve got a little attitude in you, huh?” 

You smirked and pointed to the horns on your head. “Isn’t that the point?” 

“Fair point.” He looked around the room for a moment before looking back to you. I’m getting kinda thirsty. Whatcha drinking?” 

You shrugged. You really didn’t want to drink what they were serving, but you didn’t want to come off rude. This angel was definitely interesting. There was something different about him. You just couldn’t put your finger on it. “Uh, I’ll just take whatever you find.” 

And with that, he was gone, giving you a few moments to try and compose yourself. Just when you were about to give up, this beautiful man shows up, giving you feelings you thought weren't possible. You weren't one to talk about fate, especially after everything, but this definitely felt like it. 

After a couple of minutes, you saw him reappear, two red solo cups in his hands. He smiled at you as he reached you, handing you the cup. “Here! I managed to find some good stuff.” 

“Thanks.” You looked down at your cup, scrunching your nose a bit at the smell. It smelled just as bad as all of the other drinks you found earlier. You watched as he took a big swig of his drink, before he looked expectantly at you. You took a deep breath before deciding to chug the whole drink in one go. 

Your eyes shot open as soon as you swallowed. That elicited a laugh from him. “Pretty good, right? I’m pretty picky when it comes to drinking. I had a feeling you were too.” 

You nodded. “I really am. But that was one of the best drinks I’ve ever had. I feel kind of bad for chugging it so quickly,” you said with a pout. 

He chuckled before handing you his cup. “Here, you go ahead and drink this one too then. I’ll get refills.” 

Before you could protest, he was already gone. You looked down at his cup before shrugging and downing that one too. You'd never found alcohol that tasted this good. It was one of the reasons you didn't care to drink. The taste was always horrid. But also, as a supernatural being, human alcohol wasn't supposed to affect you. 

So why was this stuff making your body heat up? You could feel your cheeks blushing; a warmth spreading across your body as you waited for the angel to return. You were starting to feel anxious, so you stood, unable to keep still any longer. You found yourself swaying to the music that was blasting through the speakers. You weren't much for dancing, but it just felt so good. 

Everything felt good. You closed your eyes as you let your body move to the music, rocking your hips back and forth to the beat. You could feel the bass blasting through the air and straight through to your core. It was odd but not an unpleasant sensation. 

You were so absorbed into it, you didn’t even notice when the angel had returned. “You look like you’re finally starting to enjoy yourself, Angel.” 

His voice caused you to open your eyes, your face turning another shade of red. “Oh, uh yeah. Sorry, just kind of got lost in thought I guess.” 

He looked you over curiously before he handed you another cup. “Well, by all means, don’t stop on my account.” He took a sip of his drink. “But, it is much more fun to dance with a partner.” 

You looked up at him before looking back to your cup. Was he asking to dance with you? Who cares! This is what you had been waiting for all week. It’s not like you could get into any more trouble while you were stuck on Earth. “Fuck it,” you say before downing the drink he had just got for you.  You reach to grab his hand, tugging him towards the dance floor. You needed to keep going before you lost the courage to even do it. 

He watched you curiously as you tugged him into the crowd of people. He wasn't expecting the drink to affect you so quickly. He took another sip when you finally chose a spot to claim on the floor. You bit your lip, looking anywhere but up at him. You could feel his eyes on you. You did drag him over here. You needed to make a move. 

But before you could, he had moved behind you, handing you his cup. “Here, you look like you need this more than me.” He chuckled before moving his hands to your hips. “Let me help you.” 

You gladly took the cup from him, taking a sip out of it as you felt his hands on you. You nearly gasped when his hands went just under the hem of your top. Everywhere his skin made contact with yours caused a tingling sensation over your skin. It wasn’t like anything you ever experienced before, but it was a feeling you never wanted to stop.  

As you finished your drink, you could feel his chest against your back. He kept his hands near your hips, slowly grinding against you. As the music blared throughout the room, you felt as if your pulse was starting to match the bass. The more he grinded into you, the more your body tingled. These were sensations that your body had never experienced before. You weren’t about to stop them either. 

Before you knew it, he had you following him towards the other end of the house. Somehow, you both managed to maneuver your way through the crowd without any issues. His lips never left your skin as you both ascended the stairs. You could barely make it up them, but the angel seemed to know his way perfectly. He helped to guide you to a door before his lips enveloped yours again. This time, his hands started to tug your shirt up and you reached for the doorknob, swinging the door open and both of you nearly tumbling in. 

He laughed and held onto your waist as he shut the door behind him. You looked around to find yourself in a bedroom. He could see the uneasy look on your face.

 He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Don't worry, Angel. This is my room. No one will disturb us."

With that, you nodded and he helped guide you to his bed as his lips took yours over and over again. You felt it on the back of your legs and before you knew it, you were laying back on the bed. You looked up at the man in front of you, biting your lip. You never would have thought you would have gotten yourself in this situation. 

He smirked at you before taking his shirt off. You couldn't stop your jaw from dropping, just a little. He looked like literal sin. His skin a gorgeous golden brown, the way his dark hair hung just over his eyes. He crawled over you on the bed until his body was above yours.

He nipped at your bottom lip. "Didn’t your mother teach you that staring isn’t very nice?" he teased. 

You blushed as your hand wandered up to his chest, touching it softly. "Maybe I'm not very nice either," you say as you meet his molten gaze. 

He smirked at you before enveloping your mouth with his, his hands running down your sides. His fingers played against the waistband of your shorts before you pushed his chest back, shaking your head. 

You look up at him, biting your lip again. “Do you have a condom?” You knew you didn’t really need one. But, you were trying to keep up a facade as a normal young woman. They still worry about that, right? 

A twitch of a smile appeared on his lips before he tried to clear his throat, stifling a laugh. “A condom? Uhh, yeah. Hold on,” he said before crawling off of you and walking over to the dresser next to the bed. 

You watched as he walked, eyeing over his body. You licked your lips as you noticed the faint muscles on his back. But you noticed two large symmetrical scars on his shoulder blades. You gasped and he turned to face you, condom in hand and a grin spreading across his lips. 

“Ahh, so you’ve finally noticed,” he said as he walked back over to the bed. 

You shook your head and moved off of the bed, standing on the opposite side of him. “Who are you?” 

“The name’s Taehyung. Nice of you to finally ask, doll.” 

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “That’s not what I meant. You’re not human!” 

He chuckled before tossing the condom onto his bed and crossing his arms. “No, honey, and neither are you. It’s nice of you to finally notice.” 

You glared at him, trying to adjust your clothing. “What the hell are you doing here? You said this is your room. You’re living here? With the humans?” 

He shrugged. “It makes it easier.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Makes what easier?” 

The devilish grin that appeared on his lips damn near sent shivers down your spine. “The chaos,” he replied. 

Before you could respond, a blinding light began to radiate out from the closet across from the bed. You groaned before you began to pace. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not now.” 

Taehyung looked at you curiously, before looking back at the now dimming closet. The door of the closet slid open, a dark haired angel with a grimace on his face walked out. He looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. He clicked his tongue before shaking his head. 

“Seriously, Y/N? You’ve been on Earth for less than a week and I already have to come get you?” 

Taehyung looked between the male and you before he burst into laughter, nearly falling forward. “Are you kidding? You’re an Angel on Probation?”

You glared at him again before looking over to the new arrival. “Listen Yoongi. I haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t know why you’re here.” 

He rolled his eyes before looking over to Taehyung. “Oh you did, but it looks like I got here in time to stop you from doing something even worse.” He looked Taehyung over before looking back at you. “Really, Y/N? I thought you’d have better taste than to try and fuck a demon.” He clicked his tongue again. “He’s not even that cute.” 

This seemed to irritate Taehyung and he immediately started to bite the inside of his cheek. “She’s right, we didn’t even do anything yet, so can you at least give me twenty minutes, then you can arrest her?” 

You scoffed, Yoongi interrupting you before you could respond. “Twenty minutes is all you need? That’s pitiful.” He looked over to Y/N. “You should be grateful I got here when I did then. This sounds like a waste of time to me.” 

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. “Listen, how about both of you stop this pissing contest. Now what are you really here for Yoongi? I haven’t broken probation yet.” 

He sighed before turning to you. “You’re still going to lie when you know I’ve caught you?” 

You shrugged. “I haven’t done anything.” 

Yoongi looked you over once before looking back to Taehyung. “So the demon didn’t tell you what was in your drink then.” 

Your jaw dropped before you looked over to Taehyung, who now was resting against the wall adjacent from Yoongi. He gave you an uneasy grin before running his hand through his hair. 

You glared at Taehyung. “What the hell did you put in my drink?!” 

“Ambrosia. Which you aren’t allowed to have on Earth, let alone on probation,” Yoongi said before eyeing the demon again. “Just to be expected from a demon, I suppose,” he stated dryly. 

Taehyung put his hands up in defense. “Hey now! It’s not my fault. You’re the stupid one that can’t detect another supernatural being.” 

Your face flushed before you went to lunge at him. Yoongi had managed to get in between you, grabbing you by your arms and holding you back. He shook his head, tutting at you. “Now, now, Y/N. Let’s not make this worse on yourself. You know if you try to fight him now your probation will get worse. He’s not worth it.” Yoongi turned to look at Taehyung. “You better get out of here before I can’t hold her back anymore.” 

There was a certain glint in Taehyung’s eyes at Yoongi’s words. He looked you over again before shrugging. “Fine, I’ll go back to the party, even though you are in my room.” He walked over to the door, before turning to look at you again. “If you ever get bored, you know where to find me, Angel.” He then looked to Yoongi. “Nice seeing you again, Agust.” And with that, he left the room. 

You had so many questions swirling around in your head. You didn’t even know where to begin. Yoongi finally let go of your arms, letting you sit down on the bed. He crossed his arms, looking down at you. “How you managed to find the only demon in town in beyond me. What really bothers me is the fact that you were actually going to sleep with him. Y/N, you would have been banned. Deemed fallen and unable to ever return. Is he worth that?” 

You didn’t know. It didn’t feel wrong. Nothing felt wrong when you were with him. What does that mean? You sighed and rubbed your arm. Maybe it was because he was the first demon you had ever encountered. Maybe it was the ambrosia in your system. Or maybe you were supposed to be around him. You didn’t know, but you knew one thing. This wasn’t going to be the last time you seen him. 

You suddenly sat up, looking up to Yoongi. “Wait a minute. He called you Agust. Do you know him?” 

Yoongi’s face dropped for a split second, something anyone else would have missed. Not you, you’ve known him too long. You know all his ticks. “Uh. That’s not what we’re here to discuss.” He cleared his throat before walking back over to the closet. He tapped on the door three times before a light began emanating from it. “I’m here to take you back. He wants to speak with you.” 

You gulped before standing up. Great, just what you needed. You were never going to be reinstated at this rate. Damn that demon.

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Title: Euphoric Events Rating: Teen Genre: Fluff,  Warnings: Mentions of drinking (Stay safe and never drink and drive or drink under age) Summary: You throw a halloween party with your Youtuber boyfriend that turns out much better than expected. Word count: 1033

“What’s up guys? This video is gonna be a little different. I’m going to have you follow me around today as I set up a party for a Halloween party that’s tonight. First is decorations because this space is boring.” The next minute of the video shows you running around while decorating. Kook walking in about halfway through and telling you what needs to get done. You roll your eyes and looks down at him from your place on the ladder.

“Why don’t you do it if it looks so bad?” You point out. He shrugs and starts to grab out the remaining decorations in the box. You guys talk about the remaining things that need to get bought and done. Causing you to leave Kook at the house as you run out to get the snacks, drinks, and booze. Once the door closes Jungkook turns around and addresses the camera. Taking a small black velvet box out of his pocket.

“Okay. So it’s been a year since I’ve gotten this and it’s been hidden in my bedside table ever since.” He says as he opens it up to show the simple and elegant ring inside. “And I’ve finally gotten the courage to ask her tonight. She has no idea, but I told everyone what’s going to happen. I’ve planned this out for so long. I want to make this special since this is her favorite holiday and she’s been hinting to this for a while now.” He explains. Giving a quick wink and smile before getting up. “Don’t tell her about this though. It’s a secret.” He jokes. Returning back to the decorating.

“Okay. It is 7 o’clock and that means everyone is going to arrive here soon. I am dressed as an e-girl because I can and it’s fun makeup.” You tell the future audience. Pointing the camera towards the full length mirror to show off the costume. “Everything is from my personal closet. I only had to buy the fishnets.” You inform them. Jungkook walks by in his vampire costume, that consists of a pair of fangs he bought at a pop up Halloween store and some fake blood splattered on his neck on top of his normal clothing of choice, and ruffles your hair. Causing you two to playfully bicker about it and ending with a make up kiss. “Anyways. I need to go down and welcome our guests. I’ll check in later.”

True to your word you walk down to the entrance and begin to say hi to the people that arrive. Most of them were in low effort costumes and just wanting to have fun with friends. The most notable person was Taehyung dressed up as Dorothy with Yeontan as Toto. Down to the basket and a pair of red sparkly heels that you know that you would break an ankle in. Making him even more of a giant than normal. With other notable efforts being Namjoon was a professor and Yoongi had a vampire that rivaled Jungkook’s in terms of low effort. Jennie showed up in an amazing Sailor Moon costume and Jimin was a werewolf. Complete with yellow contacts and a ripped flannel shirt and in true form was hitting on everyone that was willing to flirt back with him. 

The night goes fairly uneventfully besides running out of the spiked apple cider that you made and making Jimin pout as he told you this fact and Yoongi taking over the music playlist because according to him “you chose the most cliche Halloween songs” and the “he could do much better”. 

You break out the camera along with your other YouTube friends when you’re feeling glassy eyed from the alcohol and feel the need to give an update to everyone. You were riding a high and got some good footage. The party drawing to a close around 11.

Jungkook pulls you aside into the kitchen after you say goodbye to the last of the guests that’s not staying behind do to being too drunk to drive or has a designated driver to take them home. Your camera getting set down on one of the counters while still recording. Kook pulling your attention before you can turn it off. 

“Baby. What are you doing? We need to clean up. It’s a mess.” You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck with his hands on your hips. Pulling you close to him and stealing kisses. Causing you to giggle and lean further into the man in front of you.

“I need to do something before we do work.” He kisses you once more before pulling back. Reaching into his hoodie pocket and presenting the box to you. 

You blink a few times as your mind tries to connect the dots. Your body in shock as he opens it and drops to one knee. His words muffled in your ears as you break through the shock and feel the tears start to fall down your face.

“Y/N L/N. I love you so much. You are my world and my happiness. I never want to see you go. Will you marry me?” 

The last question causes you to fall to your knees and pull him into a hug. Nearly chanting yes into his ear as you wet his shoulder. He gently guides you to pull away to place the ring on your finger before you lunge into kissing him again. 

You both just sit on the floor in each others arms as you try to calm down. Looking at him only shows his love and adoration for you. Sheer elation at your answer of yes. He kisses your forehead and stands up while still holding you. 

“Well my love. Do you still want to clean up or just go to bed?” His lips brushing against your temple as he asks. 

“Bed please. I love you.” 

“Love you too my fiance.” He smiles and kisses your temple once more before walking towards the bedroom. Letting you grab the camera on your way out. 

“She said yes guys.” He says softly. Causing you to shake your head and turn off the camera after saying a soft goodbye.