#Bangtober20D3

[aredheadedmess]

Found || KTH

Summary: Halloween was one of Taehyung’s favorite times of the year. This year, he made it just a little different.

Paring: Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Horror

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: There’s quite a bit going on in this one. There is a creepy mask, but no description, so have fun. One line of suggestive humor. I wouldn’t say it’s demonic, but there’s definitely something bad.

Notes: This is from the prompt list for ‘Bangtober’ on twitter!

Bangtober Masterlist

“Okay. So I stopped by the thrift store on my way home today, and look what I found!”

Your husband starts speaking the moment he opens the door. When you turn to look at the entryway for the living room, you expect Taehyung to be standing in the middle of it, but what greets you is not your gorgeous husband. Rather, a creepy mask peeks out from behind one of the walls. It startles you, making you jump back, and fall off the couch.

“Geez Tae, give me a heart attack will ya?”

His bubbly giggle is all you can hear before he drops his arm holding the mask, walking into your eyesight. He snorts lightly after seeing where you landed. The big grin plastered on his face stays as he offers you his hand, helping you back onto the couch.

“What do you think?” Taehyung asks.

He looks back down to the thing in his hand, twisting it around to inspect it. The longer you look at it, the more strange it gets. Almost as if the face of it moved like a human’s would.

“If you put that thing anywhere near me while I’m asleep, I’m divorcing you.”

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t tell me that you're scared of this little thing,” he teases.

“Tae…”

You give him a look of warning. It doesn’t go unnoticed, but Taehyung doesn’t care. He knows you trust him not to scare you with it. At least too bad, that is.

“Anyways, should we make dinner?”

You nod, following your playful puppy to the kitchen for your nightly cooking session together.

Taehyung hasn’t messed around with you since the day he brought the mask home, and you were glad. You were already on edge enough, that if he did do anything, you swear he wouldn’t see the next day.

You walk through the door, just getting back from work, when you feel a rush of cold air. Thinking you might have been robbed, you jog around the house, trying to find the open window that is letting the draft in. Nothing.

You quickly look for Yeontan, knowing that if something did happen, he would be cowering in a corner until you or Taehyung came home. Checking every room, you can’t find him. You walk into the kitchen last. From the entryway to the kitchen, you can see Tannie’s paws under the table. You approach him slowly, reaching for the chair in the way of letting you see the puppy.

“There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. Why are you under the table?”

The moment you pull the chair back, Yeontan growls at you. Teeth barred and claws sharp, his beady eyes stare you dead in the face. You take a step back as he doesn’t relent his deep growls.

“Hey, are you okay?”

A loud bark erupts from his tiny body, startling you. He starts padding his way to you slowly, his face enraged. You don’t hesitate to step back, trying to make your way to your room. You stay facing Yeontan. You aren’t sure what his next move is, and you don’t want to be surprised if you turn your back on him.

Finally having made it up the stairs and down the hallway, you feel the familiar doorknob to your room. Slowly, making sure Yeontan doesn’t immediately notice, you reach back for the handle. Although he is quick to bark and run towards you as you open the door, you’re a little faster, slamming the door in the poor dog’s face.

“I’m sorry Tannie…”

You lock the door, stepping away from it as he charges into it, slamming his small body against the bottom of the piece of wood. Every few tries, he switches to scratching and growling at the door.

You were grateful that you keep your phone in your pocket, as your purse with everything else in it, sits in a different room. You thumb through your phone. Taehyung’s probably at work still, but you have to try. Pressing the call icon on his contact, you throw your phone up to your ear. You cover your other ear, hoping to block out the noise of the angry animal.

“C’mon. Pick up, pick up…”

“Y/N? What’s up?”

“Tae,” you gasp.

“Is everything okay? You sound off.”

You pause for a second. Yeontan’s barking and scratching become louder.

“Baby? What’s going on? What’s that noise?”

“Um…” you start, “I don’t know what happened. Tannie’s acting weird. I don’t know what to do.”

Taehyung caught the waiver in your voice the more you spoke. You could hear murmuring on the other side of the call before Taehyung tells you that he’s on his way back home.

“Stay on the phone with me, okay?”

You nod—not that he can see—and hum in confirmation.

It takes your husband almost half the amount of time it actually takes for him to get home. He talks to you as he drives, making sure that you’re alright. Especially knowing how feisty Yeontan can get. He sings along to the radio for you. It soothes you a little, but you’re still not sure what’s happening.

Almost as if he senses Taehyung, Yeontan stops yapping and scratching. You don’t dare open the door, too afraid to see if he’s gone.

Taehyung tells you that he’s parking in the driveway, quickly getting out to enter your home. You can hear the light closing of his car door both through the phone and through the thin glass of the window. He opens the front door, still on a call with you, and you hear Yeontan start again with his—well, you’re not sure what to call it exactly.

Over the phone, Taehyung squeaks before shutting the door again.

“I see what you mean now. That’s weird though. He’s never usually this angry especially around either of us.”

If Taehyung was scared by his own dog, you were sure that it has never been this bad.

“Y/N…” he whines. “I don’t wanna be stuck out here all night. Help.”

His words let a giggle come out of you. You could hear the pout he was giving his phone. Looking around, you try to find anything useful to get him into your room. You remember the makeshift rope ladder you stored in your closet in case of a fire.

“Give me a sec.”

You set your phone on the bed and rush over to your closet. You have to dig a little to find it, but you manage to pull it out and take it to the window. You call out to Taehyung, who has now made it towards the window himself. You attach the end of the rope ladder to the foot of your bed and roll it down the side of your house. Once the ladder hits close to the ground, Taehyung climbs up.

He’s out of breath as he stumbles through the threshold, but he doesn’t waste time in throwing his arms around you in a tight hug.

“Tell me what happened?”

You guided him to the bed after putting the ladder away. Taehyung listens intently as you recount what happened since you got home. He nods as he listens, taking in the information you provide to him.

Despite the constant annoyance of Yeontan’s weird behavior, you and Taehyung fall asleep later that night. The next morning, Yeontan was completely normal. There was no evidence of him acting up like he did the day before, making the both of you puzzled. You were even more surprised none of your neighbors had called about a noise complaint that day.

“Baby, have you seen my mask?”

It was finally time for the greatest Halloween party you went to every year. A couple of your and Taehyung’s friends hosted the party at their homes, inviting close friends and family.

You are applying your makeup for your costume as Taehyung is turning the house upside down for the thrift store mask. He calls out to you after having searched everywhere. He hasn’t been able to find it for the past few days, worrying that it might have somehow ended up in the garbage.

“No,” you start to holler out when something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye.

A shrill scream rips through your throat as you find what your husband is searching for. Taehyung, after hearing your scream, throws himself into the bathroom. Yeontan is hot on his trail.

You turn to glare at Taehyung. He lifts his hands in surrender, telling you that he never had it in the bathroom in the first place. Your sceptical to believe him, but drop your gaze. He reaches behind you to grab the object, taking it out of your view.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “how much longer do you think you’re gonna be?”

You look back at yourself in the mirror, scanning your face.

“Maybe another ten?”

Taehyung nods. He exits the bathroom, leaving to finish getting ready to go himself.

True to your word, you step out of the bathroom ten minutes later, all dolled up in your costume—Shego from Kim Possible. You find Taehyung lounging in the living room, scrolling along on his phone to pass the time. He turns to you when he hears your heels click against the wood floor.

“Damn. Maybe we should just stay home.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at his implied idea.

“Let’s go.”

He follows you out the door, not forgetting to say goodbye to Yeontan. Just as you step out of the house, Taehyung lands a smack on your behind.

“Tae! Behave yourself.”

“No promises,” he kisses your cheek.

The drive to the party wasn’t long. You watch out the window, seeing happy little trick-or-treaters run through the neighborhood as their parents follow behind, making conversation with other parents. Although you were bound to hear Halloween music at the party, Taehyung blasts a couple of his favorite songs to ‘get in the mood’ as he says.

He pulls up to the curb behind some of the other cars around the house. He puts on his mask as you walk up to the door.

“Ugh, you're lucky there won’t be any kids at the party. You’d give them nightmares.”

Taehyung just shakes his head. He reaches out to press on the doorbell. Only a few seconds pass before your friend Jimin opens the door.

“Hey! You made it!”

Your husband snickers at his greeting.

“Duh, why wouldn’t we?”

They share a laugh. Jimin quickly invites the both of you in, complementing each of your costumes. Taehyung makes it a point to tell him that he picked up his mask at a thrift store. Jimin was surprised, seeing how the quality of it does not fit the image of a thrift store.

You walk into the kitchen, seeing more of your friends, greeting them and starting small talk between a few.

You enjoy the party. Between having a glass of alcohol or two, you begin to feel your shoulders relax from all the stresses of life. The knots in your back loosen up a little, allowing you to enjoy the night better. Taehyung and you are now dancing with each other to some of the songs playing on the speakers in your friend’s living room. You laugh as he pulls off some of the funniest moves you have seen him do before.

“Ugh, my face is getting itchy under this mask.”

“Then take it off.”

Taehyung grasps onto the edges of the mask, trying to pull it off. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why he isn’t taking it off.

“You good?”

He grunts before answering.

“Yeah, it’s just that it won’t come off.”

Now you are even more confused.

“What do you mean it won’t come off?” You question.

“I mean, it’s like it's stuck to my face. I can’t get it off.”

You try it for yourself. As you tug on it, Taehyung yelps, mentioning to you that you’re pulling skin with it. You call out for someone to help you. Jimin walks in, seeing you both struggling with his mask. He lightly pushes you aside, pulling on it himself.

“Man, what did you use to stick this to your face, super glue?”

Taehyung sends him a small glare, backing away from the boy. He starts whimpering, complaining that it’s starting to burn slightly. You send a worrying look to Jimin and try to get closer to Taehyung.

“Don’t touch me.”

That is not your husband’s voice. Whoever—whatever—has been a part of the mask, has now taken over Taehyung’s body. He is hunched over, still holding onto the mask. His head turns towards you and Jimin as slow as possible. The wide grin on his face is inhuman, pairing with his darker than normal eyes.

His expression terrifies you. The chills you feel run down your spine don’t help you in keeping calm. Tears well up in your eyes at the sight of your husband. This isn’t him. You knew from the beginning that there was something weird about that mask, and now you’re seeing it with front row tickets.

You don’t hear the shuffling of feet at more people start to file into the room. You’re too focused on your—not—husband to pay attention to anything else.

“T-Taehyung?” You whimper out.

The man, or thing, in front of you tilts his head, adding to the petrifying effect his expression has on you.

“Oh sweetheart. Your precious Taehyung is no more. By wearing my remains, he now owes his entire life to me.”

You startle awake. Sweat drips down your forehead. That’s right, you thought, I fell asleep watching tv. You sit up from the couch just as your husband walks through the front door.

“Okay. So I stopped by the thrift store on my way home today, and look what I found!”