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carnalcrows · 3 months ago

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MEOW - PARK MIN-SU

pairing: min-su x top male reader

synopsis: min-su reminds you of a cat- so you decide to put your theory to the test.

content warnings: 18+, bottom min-su, spit used as lube, full nelson, semi-public sex, mentions of a threesome

word count: 1.1k

The oppressive atmosphere of the living quarters was suffocating, with the grim reality of the games pressing down on everyone. Yet, in the dim, flickering light, your gaze kept wandering to Minsu.

He sat curled up on his bunk, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, his eyes darting nervously at every sudden noise. He flinched when someone raised their voice, shrinking into himself like he wanted to disappear.

A scaredy cat, you thought. And the more you watched him, the more the comparison fit. His skittish demeanor, the way he seemed to seek small, hidden spaces, and even the soft, plaintive looks he gave when he thought no one was watching.

The idea stuck with you, an unexpected distraction from the horrors of the games.

Lights out came, and as the dormitory descended into uneasy silence punctuated by muffled whispers, you slipped off your bunk. Moving carefully to avoid the patrolling guards, you made your way to the dingy bathroom where Minsu had retreated earlier.

The flickering bulb overhead cast a pale glow across the cracked tiles. You found him near the sinks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, head ducked as if he were trying to make himself smaller.

“Minsu,” you called softly.

He jumped, almost slipping on the damp floor. “What—what are you doing here?” he hissed, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Relax,” you said, raising your hands in mock surrender. “I just wanted to check on you. You seem... tense.”

He frowned, his expression somewhere between confusion and suspicion. “Why do you care?”

“Because,” you said, stepping closer, “you remind me of something.”

His brow furrowed. “What?”

“A cat.”

His reaction was immediate—his face flushed red, and he stammered, “A c-cat? Are you serious? Why would you—”

You grinned, leaning casually against the sink next to him. “Yeah. A scaredy cat, to be exact.”

Minsu’s mouth opened and closed like he was trying to come up with a retort but couldn’t find one. His flustered expression was too good to resist.

“See?” you teased, stepping closer, watching his ears go pink. “You even look like one when you’re embarrassed.”

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, looking everywhere except at you.

“Sure you don’t,” you said, tilting your head. “But I think there’s one way to prove my theory.”

Before he could ask, you leaned in, your lips brushing his in a fleeting, deliberate motion. Minsu froze, his wide eyes meeting yours as his breath hitched.

For a moment, he stayed like that—still, hesitant. But then something shifted. His hands gripped the front of your shirt tightly, and he pressed back, his lips warm and insistent against yours.

What started as cautious quickly turned messy. His lips moved clumsily against yours, a mix of eagerness and inexperience, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. You tilted his chin slightly, deepening it, and he let out a muffled sound of surprise that sent a shiver down your spine.

The kiss grew hungrier, his breathing ragged as he pulled you closer, fingers clutching at your shirt like he couldn’t bear the idea of letting go. Your hands found his waist, steadying him as he leaned into you, his back brushing against the cold, tiled wall.

Minsu let out a soft, breathy whine as you nipped at his bottom lip, and you couldn’t resist teasing him. “You sound like—”

“Don’t,” he interrupted, but his flushed face and half-lidded eyes betrayed him.

You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, trailing down to his jaw, and that’s when you heard it—a soft, low vibration.

You froze for a moment, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. “Are you... purring?”

Minsu blinked at you, his face turning impossibly red. “No! I—I’m not!”

But the sound was undeniable, a steady hum coming from his chest.

“Oh my god,” you said, grinning so wide your cheeks hurt. “You’re actually purring.”

His hands flew to his face, muffling a groan of embarrassment. “You’re the worst,” he mumbled, the vibration still faintly audible.

“And you’re adorable,” you countered, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the way he melted against you.

Your hands slowly went to the hem of his sweatpants, tugging on the strap. He yelped at the friction, wide eyes looking up at you.

“Do you want to do this? I can stop if you give me the word,” you stated, to which he said nothing for a moment, before he brought his lips to yours once more.

Taking that as a sign to continue, you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers with one firm tug, revealing his aching cock.

You flicked the tip, making the other man let out a small squeal.

Cute.

He steadied himself by placing his hands on your shoulders, as you lifted him up onto the sink. Your hand travelled past his length to his hole, that was twitching around nothing.

Two of your fingers went towards his face, prodding at his lips. “Suck.”

Minsu complied, meekly letting your digits into his mouth, swirling them around with his tongue. The sight alone made you hard. You wondered how his mouth would feel around your–

Soon, you removed your fingers and placed them at his hole, slowly sliding one finger in. Minsu gasped at the intrusion, his hands gripping onto your shoulders much tighter than before.

You slid another digit into his hole, then another– three fingers were gently pumping in and out of his hole. Your other hand was covering his mouth. As much as you wanted to hear his pretty sounds, you didn’t want to risk a guard barging in.

Once you felt that he was fully prepped, you removed your own sweatpants and boxers, before removing your fingers from his entrance and replacing them with your hard cock.

“This might hurt just a little bit,” you whispered in his ear, before slowly sliding the head in. Minsu gasped, the sudden intrusion doing wonders to his brain. He had never felt this full.

You on the other hand, let out a low groan. ‘He must be a virgin,’ you thought. You had never fucked anyone this…tight.

You gently bottomed out into him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down. You lifted him up from the sink, and held him in a full nelson, before starting to thrust into him.

The new angle was making your cock hit his prostate with every thrust. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he let out a loud moan. Your other hand hand gone to his waist to hold him upright.

You fucked into him like a wild animal, savouring his every sound. Logical reasoning had flown out the window a long time ago, you were going to die anyway.

“Fuck–I’m cumming, please–,”Minsu rasped out, to which you only sped up your thrusts.

“So good f’me baby, that’s it–”

The bathroom door opened.

“Minsu my boy! Better vote O tomorrow– What the fuck.”

“...”

“...Can I join?”

“No.”

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meadowfics · 15 days ago

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take me off your pedestal

namgyu x se mi x f!reader

when two strangers fight to the death for another stranger

warnings: not proofread. canon violence. yandere?? slut shaming and derogatory namecalling. both namgyu and semi are unhinged in this one. blood. major character death. manipulation. reader is implied to have an unlabeled sexuality in this fiction. you replace minsu, sorry </3. this was written before the release of the third season of squid game, so the game written at the end is made up!

you’re curled up on the top bunk, knees pulled tight to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

the air in the dormitory is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sour stench of sweat. screams rip through the darkness, jagged and raw as these pathetic, flimsy kitchen forks become weapons in desperate hands.

it’s lights out, and the games have turned this place into a slaughterhouse. you can hear the wet crunch of metal piercing flesh, the gurgled gasps of someone choking on their own blood, the frantic scuffle of boots slipping on the slick floor.

your heart hammers so hard it feels like it’ll crack your ribs.

you’re not a killer. you don’t want to fight, but you’re trapped in this hell and the fear is a living thing clawing at your insides.

below you, the chaos unfolds like a nightmare you can’t wake from. a man’s voice howls in pain as someone drives a fork into his eye, the sound wet and sickening.

a woman’s scream cuts off abruptly, replaced by a gurgling wheeze. you press your hands over your ears, but it doesn’t help.

the violence is everywhere, seeping into your bones.

you’re player 202, just another number in this twisted game, but somehow, you’ve become something more to two people who’ve made this nightmare even worse:

namgyu and semi.

they’re obsessed with you. it’s not love but a sick, twisted fixation that’s grown sharper and deadlier with every passing day.

namgyu’s eyes follow you like a predator tracking prey, his jaw tight whenever you so much as glance at someone else.

semi’s different, softer in her approach, but no less dangerous.

she watches you with this reverent intensity, like you’re some untouchable goddess she’s sworn to protect.

they both want you, all of you, and they hate each other for it. their rivalry was bad enough before, but now, in this blood-soaked dormitory, it’s a ticking bomb ready to explode.

you’ve seen the way namgyu glares at semi when she brushes her hand against yours, offering you a sip of her water or a scrap of bread she’s saved.

“you don’t need that bitch,” he muttered once, low enough that only you could hear, his voice dripping with venom.

“she’s nothing compared to me.” you didn’t respond, too stunned by the raw possessiveness in his tone, but it sent a shiver down your spine.

semi’s no better.

she’ll lean in close, her breath warm against your ear, whispering, “he doesn’t deserve you, y/n. he’s a monster. i’d never hurt you like he would.”

it’s not comfort since it’s a claim. it is a leash she’s trying to wrap around your heart.

they’ve both done things for you that should’ve been selfless but felt like chains instead.

when the vote came for the second day to stay in the games or leave... they both cornered you, their voices urgent, almost pleading.

“press ‘O,’ y/n,” namgyu said, his hand gripping your wrist just a little too tight.

“you’re stronger than you think. we’ll get through this together.” semi was gentler, her fingers brushing your cheek as she murmured,

“i can’t lose you. stay. please.”

thanos and gyeongsu observed namgyu's and semi's obsession for you, but they thought it was just some stupid game inside of a bigger one. the rapper joked that you had your own two body guards in this game.

this is sick. you haven't known any of these people before the games.

you pressed ‘O’ because you were scared, because their eyes burned with something that made you feel like you didn’t have a choice.

they’ve given you their food, even when their own faces were gaunt with hunger, shoving their rations into your hands with forced smiles.

“you need it more,” semi would say, while namgyu just grunted, “eat. i’m fine.”

you knew they weren’t fine. none of you were.

now, as the dormitory erupts in violence, their obsession has reached a breaking point.

you peek over the edge of your bunk, your stomach twisting at the carnage below. bodies litter the floor, some still twitching, others eerily still.

blood pools under your bunk inside of the beds below, creeping toward the legs of the bedframe. suddenly as your eyes move around the room. you see them, namgyu and semi, across the room, locked in a standoff that makes your blood run cold.

namgyu’s got a fork in his hand, the tines glinting faintly in the dim emergency lights. the flashing lights make his figure look taller than it really was. the man's back was faced towards you, but you could see the rage and fear in semi's eyes.

“you think you’re better than me, noona?” namgyu’s voice cuts through the chaos, low and venomous.

he takes a step closer, the fork twitching in his grip, “you think you can just bat your eyes and she’ll fall for you? you’re pathetic.”

semi laughs, sharp and bitter, but there’s a tremor in it, “and you think scaring her makes you a man? you’re nothing but a rabid dog, namgyu. a stupid piece of shit.”

“I'm the piece of shit? you’re a fucking slut, throwing yourself at her every chance you get. you don’t know her like i do. you don’t need her like i do.” he spits, his voice rising.

namgyu's eyes are wild now, pupils blown wide. he’s unhinged like he’s been unraveling, piece by piece.

he is thinking about every time you’ve smiled at semi or let her sit too close. every time you’ve hesitated to push him away.

namgyu's knuckles are white, his face twisted with rage as he stares down semi, who’s standing her ground. the woman's lips are curled into a sneer, her eyes blazing with defiance.

you can’t hear what they’re saying at first, not over the screams and the sickening squelch of forks finding flesh, but the tension between them is a physical thing, heavy and suffocating.

semi’s hand twitches, and you notice too late that she’s holding something. she is holding a jagged piece of glass from a broken water bottle, its edge catching the light like a blade.

“i’d die for her,” she says, her voice steady despite the chaos around her.

“would you? or would you just kill her if you couldn’t have her?”

namgyu’s face twists, and you know what’s coming before it happens.

he charges at her, fork raised, a guttural snarl tearing from his throat. the room seems to slow, the screams fading into a dull roar as you watch, frozen, your heart lodged in your throat as you kept running and dodging the players who are willing to stab anybody who is still breathing.

semi braces herself, glass held like a shield, but you know she’s no match for him.

namgyu is a man. unfortunately, stronger. he’s a beast fueled by obsession and rage.

you don’t think. you just move. your feet hit the floor as you leap from the bunk, pain shooting through your legs from the impact. the dormitory is a warzone.

someone’s arm brushes against you, slick with blood, and you stumble, nearly slipping in a puddle of something warm and wet.

you don’t look down. you can’t.

your eyes are locked on namgyu and semi, on the fork gleaming in his hand as he closes the distance.

“stop!” you scream, but your voice is swallowed by the chaos.

he doesn’t hear you, or maybe he doesn’t care. semi swings the glass, catching him across the face, and blood sprays, bright and shocking.

namgyu roars, staggering but not stopping, his free hand clutching the gash that’s opened from his cheek to his jaw. the fork is still in his grip, and he lunges again, aiming for her throat.

you’re not fast enough to think it through.

you grab the nearest thing a heavy glass water bottle from dinner earlier, miraculously unbroken. you swing it with everything you have.

it connects with the back of namgyu’s head, the impact reverberating up your arm. the bottle shatters, glass exploding outward, cutting into your hands and scattering across the floor.

namgyu drops like a stone, his body hitting the ground with a sickening thud.

blood pools under his head, mixing with the shards, and for a moment, you think he’s dead.

semi’s panting, her chest heaving, the glass still clutched in her trembling hand. the woman's eyes meet yours, wide and wild, and for a second, you see something raw and desperate in them...relief, gratitude, and something darker, something that makes your skin crawl.

“y/n,” she breathes, stepping over namgyu’s motionless form.

“you saved me.”

you’re shaking, your hands stinging with cuts, your heart racing so fast you think it might give out.

you don’t know what to say. you don’t know what to feel.

namgyu’s still breathing, you realize, his chest rising and falling unevenly, but he’s out cold.

semi’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in this blood-soaked hell, her obsession laid bare in the way she reaches for you, her fingers brushing your arm.

“i’d do anything for you,” she whispers, and it’s not a promise since it’s a warning.

you’ve caught feelings for both of them, you know that now, but it’s a dangerous thing.

their care isn’t love because it’s a cage, and you’re trapped in the middle of it, with blood on your hands and glass at your feet.

at the same time as semi finishes talking, the lights snap on all at once, blinding you with their harsh white glare. a deafening siren cuts through the chaos, and suddenly, the dormitory is flooded with guards.

those pink-clad figures, their faces hidden behind visors with shapes on them. you’re surrounded by death with bodies sprawled at unnatural angles, blood pooling in sticky, congealing patches across the floor.

the air reeks of iron and sweat, and your stomach churns as you take it all in.

semi’s pressed close to you, her body a tense shield against the madness. the woman's hand grips your arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, but you barely feel it.

your eyes are locked on namgyu, still crumpled where he fell, blood matting his dark hair. panic claws at your throat.

you drop to your knees beside him, ignoring the glass that bites into your skin through your pants.

“namgyu,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you reach for him. your hands hover over his head, hesitant, then gently lift it.

the bleeding’s not as bad as you feared since it is just shallow cuts along his scalp, hidden in his hair.

it’s the force of the blow that knocked him out, not the damage. he’s alive. relief floods you, sharp and dizzying.

“y/n, leave him to die,” semi hisses, her voice low and urgent. she’s right behind you, her shadow falling over you both.

“he’s not worth it. he tried to kill me.” her tone is bitter, edged with something possessive, but you shake your head.

“he’s still breathing,” you mutter, more to yourself than to her. you slide your arms under namgyu’s shoulders, grunting as you drag his limp weight toward the nearest bed.

he’s heavier than he looks for a skinny guy, dead weight in your grasp, and semi’s protests grow louder, sharper.

“what the fuck are you doing? you’re wasting your time on him!” she snaps, stepping closer, but you ignore her.

you manage to hoist him onto the mattress, his head lolling to the side. namgyu's chest rises and falls unevenly, but he’s stable for now.

you step back, wiping your blood-smeared hands on your pants, and turn just as the guards start shooting at the ceiling to catch everyone's attention.

as you put your hands up, the dormitory shifts.

you catch movement in your peripheral vision with players who’d been still, playing dead or cowering, suddenly spring to life.

a group near the back corner lunges at the guards, fists flying, forks flashing. it’s a mess of limbs and screams, and then you see player 120 leap up from a pile of bodies beside you.

she had been so still you thought he was dead, but now she’s moving fast. she snatches a gun from a guard’s hand in one fluid motion, the guard’s shout cut off by a deafening crack as 120 pulls the trigger.

the guard’s head jerks back, blood spraying in an arc, and he drops, his helmet clattering against the floor.

“the fuck?!” you gasp, stumbling back.

all of the other players are caught off guard as these other eight players start to fight against the pink guards.

semi’s on you in an instant, her arms wrapping around you, yanking you away from the escalating violence. she pulls you toward the wall, her body half-covering yours as the room explodes into a new kind of hell.

gunshots ring out now, sharp and sporadic, mixing with the guttural yells of players and the barked commands of the guards.

you glance over at namgyu, still unconscious on the bed, and your chest tightens.

he’s alone, vulnerable, but semi’s grip is unrelenting.

“stay with me,” she says, her voice fierce, her breath hot against your ear.

“i won’t let them touch you.” semi's eyes are wild, her protectiveness bordering on mania, and you realize she doesn’t care about namgyu, not when it’s you she’s focused on.

you’re all that’s left of your group. thanos, gyeong-su... they’re gone, their bodies somewhere in the carnage back in the bathroom and the mingle game room.

it’s just you, semi, and namgyu, and he’s out cold while the world falls apart.

your mind races as you crouch behind a bunk with semi, her arm still locked around you. you see more players grabbing weapons, turning on their captors.

are these other players really forming a fucking rebellion? you think, your pulse pounding in your ears.

the guards are losing control, and the dormitory is a battlefield once more. this time, it’s not just about the games.

semi’s so close you can feel her breath on your face, her body pressed against yours behind the bunk as the world burns around you.

the gunfire, the screams, the wet thud of bodies hitting the floor. it all fades into a dull hum as her eyes lock onto yours.

they flicker, darting between your lips and your gaze, a hungry edge to them that makes your stomach flip.

she’s too close, too intense, and then she smirks, a teasing lilt in her voice as she murmurs, “you can stop playing so hard to fucking get now, y/n.”

before you can process it or respond, her lips crash into yours.

it’s sudden, messy, desperate. semi's mouth is warm, insistent, and you freeze for a split second before you kiss her back, your hands fumbling to grip her shoulders.

the chaos around you melts away, just for that moment, and it’s only her...her heat, her need, her everything.

a few seconds later you feel her left hand, slick with blood, cupping your face, leaving a wet, sticky smear across your cheek. the coppery scent hits you, and the kiss deepens, her tongue brushing yours, but it’s too much and too raw.

you pull back, breathless, your heart slamming against your ribs. what the fuck have you done? her eyes search yours, wild and unrepentant, a faint red handprint staining your skin like a mark she’s claimed.

the next morning, it is clear that the rebellion failed.

it’s a brutal, bloody collapse. the players who dared to rise up are either dead or dragged back, their defiance snuffed out by the guards’ overwhelming force.

the dormitory is quieter now, the air heavy with defeat and the lingering stench of death. y

ou’re alive, somehow.

so is semi. and namgyu.

he’s awake, slumped on a bed, his head not-bandaged from where you smashed the bottle into him. luckily, those spots started to scab.

you catch his eyes briefly as you sit between him and semi, the tension between them thick enough to choke on.

semi glares at him, her jaw tight, her fingers twitching like she’s imagining wrapping them around his throat.

she hates that he’s still here, still breathing.

she wishes he’d died back there, wishes the glass had split his skull open instead of just knocking him out. nooo, you just had to save him and had to drag him to safety because you’re too fucking nice, too gentle, even in this hellhole.

it drives her insane.

“he doesn’t deserve you,” she mutters under her breath, barely audible, but you hear it.

you don’t respond, your mind still spinning from the kiss, from the blood on your face, from everything.

namgyu doesn’t say anything either, but you feel his presence like a weight.

he’s too quiet, too still, and it unnerves you.

the guards have rounded everyone up and all of the survivors shuffle into a grim line as food is served. it’s just an egg with another glass of water but you eat mechanically, the silence in the room oppressive.

the rebellion’s failure hangs over everyone like a guillotine blade waiting to drop. you’re surprised some players made it back at all.. like player 120.

you don’t notice namgyu watching you at first. namgyu's gaze is subtle, sliding over you as you chew, but it’s there...a dark, simmering intensity that’s grown sharper since he woke up.

he’s always been obsessive, his yandere edge cutting through every interaction, but now it’s different.

deadlier.

you’re unaware of the shift in his mind, the way his thoughts have twisted into something final, something irreversible.

he’s replaying it all with every moment you’ve spent with semi, every time you’ve chosen her over him, every second you’ve slipped further from his grasp.

the bandage on his head itches, a constant reminder of what you did to him, and it fuels the fire in his chest.

if he can’t have you, no one can.

he doesn’t say it out loud, not yet. namgyu's fingers tighten around the edge of his egg, the plastic creaking under the pressure, but his face stays blank, unreadable.

he’s thinking it through, plotting, the obsession metastasizing into something that’ll end in blood...yours, semi’s, his own, it doesn’t matter anymore.

he’ll make sure you’re his, one way or another, even if it means tearing everything down with him.

you take another bite, oblivious, the taste of the dairy bitter on your tongue, while namgyu’s eyes bore into you.

later the next game starts, and you’re on the blue team, decked out in a ragged blue vest that hangs loose on your frame. namgyu and semi are on the red team, their crimson vests like a warning you can’t ignore.

the rules are simple and terrifying: complete the tasks scattered across this sprawling, decrepit warehouse. you need to unlock boxes, solve puzzles, and find the exit before the red players hunt you down and kill you.

your hands shake as you adjust the vest, your breath hitching in your throat.

you’re scared shitless. every shadow feels like a threat, every creak of the rusted metal walls a promise of death.

you’re not a fighter, not built for this, and the thought of namgyu or semi coming for you twists your stomach into knots.

you start alone, the other blue players splitting off into the maze of corridors and broken machinery. your first task is a lockbox tucked behind a stack of rotting crates, the air thick with dust and the faint tang of mildew.

your fingers fumble with the combination, the numbers slippery in your mind as you glance over your shoulder every few seconds.

the room resembles a laser tag room, dimly lit by flickering neon lights. you hear distant shouts, a scream cut short, and your pulse spikes.

someone’s already dead.

you crack the lock, hands trembling.

you stick to the edges, creeping along the neon walls, your sneakers silent against the grime-slicked neon floor. the air feels heavy, oppressive, and you can’t shake the feeling of eyes on you.

you duck behind a door, catching your breath, when you hear a low, metallic clank, too close for comfort.

you peek out, heart hammering, but see nothing.

just shadows.

you force yourself to keep moving, jogging into the next room after what feels like an eternity.

it’s stiff, the neon room smelling too metallic.

you’re halfway to the next task, a next step in this maze, when you hear footsteps. deliberate, heavy, echoing through the cavernous space.

you freeze, pressing yourself against another cold wall, your breath shallow and ragged.

the steps stop, then start again, closer now.

you risk a glance around the wall to another hall, and your blood runs cold.

it’s namgyu and his red vest stands out like a wound against the neon surroundings, his face shadowed but unmistakable.

he’s holding a knife, the blade glinting faintly as he scans the area. you’re scared, your chest tight with terror, but a tiny part of you clings to hope.

it’s namgyu. he’d spare me… right?

he spots you and his dark eyes lock onto yours. he doesn’t smile, doesn’t hesitate. he starts walking toward you, slow and purposeful, the knife swinging loosely in his grip.

you stumble back, your sneakers slipping on the wet floor, and he picks up his pace.

“y/n,” he calls, his voice low, almost tender, but it’s laced with something unhinged.

you turn to run, but the maze is a trap and the walls keep blocking your path. namgyu is faster, closing the distance in seconds.

“stop running,” he says, and you do, because there’s nowhere left to go.

you’re backed against a wall, the cold wall biting into your spine, and he’s right in front of you now, close enough that you can smell the blood on him... someone else’s, not his.

namgyu's eyes are wild, pupils blown, and he tilts his head, studying you like you’re the only thing that exists.

“i was the one for you, y/n,” he starts, his voice steady but thick with obsession.

“i’ve always been the one. i gave you everything like my food, my trust, my fucking life in these games...and you threw it away. for her??”

he spits the word like it’s poison, his grip tightening on the knife.

“do you think i’m fucking stupid? i’ve seen the way you and semi kissed. yeah, i fucking saw it. i wasn’t out cold like you thought. i saw you pick her over me, saw you let her touch you, and mark you with her filthy slutted out hands.”

you’re stunned, your mouth dry.

he was awake? the memory of that kiss which was messy, desperate, smeared with blood flashes through your mind, and you realize he’s been stewing on it, letting it fester.

“namgyu, i—” you start, but he cuts you off, stepping closer, the knife hovering between you.

“don’t lie to me,” he snaps, his voice rising.

“you don’t understand what you’ve done. you don’t get that i need you, that you’re mine. i’ve watched you, protected you, killed for you in this shithole, and you turn around and give yourself to her? you think she loves you? she’s nothing. she’ll never be what i am to you.”

namgyu's breath hitches, his eyes glistening with something manic, something broken.

“its whatever though... it doesn’t matter anymore. if i can’t have you, nobody will.”

you scream as he charges, the knife flashing toward your chest. you twist, throwing your arms up, but he’s too strong, too fast.

you grab his wrist, fighting with everything you have, your nails digging into his skin as you kick and thrash.

“namgyu, stop!” you yell, but he’s beyond reason, his face contorted with rage and despair.

he slams you back against the wall, your head cracking against the hard neon stripes, and the world blurs.

the knife slips through your grip, and then there’s pain...sharp, searing, right in your heart.

it’s like fire, then ice spreading through your chest as he drives the blade in deep.

you gasp, your knees buckling, but he holds you up, his other hand gripping your shoulder.

“I'm sorry sweetheart,” he whispers, his voice cracking, “but this was the only way.”

he yanks the knife out, a violent, wet motion, and blood gushes from the wound, hot and fast, soaking your vest, your hands, the floor.

he steps back, watching you slide down the wall, his expression shifting from fury to something hollow, something lost.

after a minute, namgyu leans down. your eyes widen for the last time as you feel his lips press against your colder ones.

you couldn't kiss back, you had no energy too.

when namgyu noticed that, he stood up and started to walk away from your dying body to finish the game.

your vision swims, the pain fading into a numb, distant ache. you hear footsteps which are rapid, frantic... and then semi’s voice, shrill and panicked.

“y/n! what the fuck!! y/n, who did this?!” semi screams.

she drops to her knees beside you, her hands hovering over the gaping hole in your chest, blood pooling around her fingers.

you try to speak, your lips trembling, but all that comes out is a weak, “namgyu.”

she freezes, her eyes darting up to where he’s disappeared into the shadows, then back to you.

“no, no, no, stay with me,” she pleads, but the edges of your sight are fraying, black creeping in like ink.

your head lolls to the side, the games fading, her voice growing distant.

thirty seconds ago, he was walking away.

now, there’s nothing...just darkness swallowing you whole as your heart stutters to a stop.

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