#seokjin horror

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Hello! I was wondering If I could request? Yandere bts whoever you choose, where their darling has never cum before, experiencing it for the first time with them and overstimulation, getting dumb off of dick 🥰

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two sentence horror story

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin... @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom @chimmy-licious

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word count: 2.309

warning: dirty talk, humiliation kink, slight sadism, restraint, bound/gagged, pussy slapping, possessive/jealous seokjin, oral (f receiving), spitting, edging, yandere/dark themes, fingering, squirting,

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin.

Seokjin likes to think that he’s graced you with his presence. That you are lucky to have him - lucky to have someone so successful, handsome and rich. You were lucky to be his girl, someone who he spoiled with nice clothing and jewelry. He took you on expensively lavish vacations and dates. You ate only the finest food and drank the best wine the world has to offer. You didn’t even have to work, not while you were his girl and he had it - because that meant that you also had it.

But you did work, much to Seokjin’s dismay. You were a woman that didn’t need him to be dependent, no matter how many times he would place his credit card in your hands, you only ever used it on useless things such as gas for your car - the same car he wishes you’d get rid of all together. It wasn’t luxurious and it didn’t fit the look for someone like you - his girl.

Seokjin didn’t appreciate your lack of respect for him. Your refusal to quit your job, stating that you worked hard to get where you were at. So what? Thousands of girls would drop everything to be beside him like you were, and yet everything he did never appeared good enough for you. You didn’t need him like other women would’ve - and that is what upsets him. There was no control over you. You had your own money, car, home - what was he truly useful for if you didn’t need him for anything?

Seokjin had been lenient with you. Even as the months passed and the relationship grew, he had yet to bed you. He learned that you had little experience during one tipsy conversation and that’s all he needed to know to understand now. You couldn’t submit because there was never a reason to - no other man gave you what he could. You wouldn’t submit to a man that couldn’t even make you cum - how comical. 

“J-Jin…”

Seokjin hums, head snapping to your direction. You were always so beautiful to him. You didn’t have to try hard to catch his attention. Your glow was as bright as the sun, radiating off of you heavenly.

Seokjin could say he was a bit of a sadist. It’s another reason why he isn’t quick to bed you - you couldn’t handle then what he had it store for you now. He marvels at your oiled, naked skin, arms wrapped tightly behind you while your legs are spread apart widely, ankles tied beneath the bed post. 

“Remember how you told me you never came before?” Seokjin questions, learning against the bed frame to look down upon you. “That ex boyfriend of yours only cared about pleasuring himself, huh?”

Seokjin notes how you’re confused, wondering why he’s bringing this up now out of all times. 

“I saw you talking to him. It must be awkward working with an ex.” Seokjin’s tone is dangerously calm as he speaks, eyes glaring holes into your face for a reaction. “Is that why you don’t want to quit?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor. “I have to talk to him. He’s my coworker.”

Wrong.

Seokjin slaps his hand against your bare pussy harshly. You jump at the impact, eyes widening. “J-Jin-”

Seokjin slaps you again, and again. Each slap is harder than the last. You don’t notice the moans coming between your lips and just how wet you were becoming. Shivers erupt through your skin and it feels taboo just feeling this way; getting pleasure deprived from pain. 

“You’re soaked.” Jin chuckles, fingertips ghosting across your bulging clit. “I don’t believe you.”

You knit your brows in frustration - both sexual and irritable. 

“You and him had dinner.” 

The prints of Seokjin’s fingers place themself firmly against your clit. He rubs in slow, taunting circles.

“I-I…what?” You moan, hips buckling, arms squirming in the restraints. You’re unsure why you allowed him to have you in such a position. It was brought up randomly when you had come to his home and you’d admit that you were curious. 

“I-I…what?” Seokjin mocks, rubbing along your clit more roughly. “You aren’t a dumb bitch, Y/N. You know what I’m speaking of.”

Seokjin never spoke to you like this, but it was hard being upset when he was pleasuring while doing so. You bit your lip to suppress a moan. 

“A work dinner.” You pant, recollecting the only time you had seen the man outside working hours. “You followed me?”

Of course he had. Seokjin scoffs. You were his girl after all - someone he has graced his presence for. He allowed you into spaces other people could only dream of being in. 

“Have you ever been eaten out?” The question catches you off guard and causes you to grow hot with embarrassment. 

Seokjin hums upon your head shake and now he grows hungry, mouth salivating at the thought of tasting you. 

“Though you do not deserve it,” Seokjin lowers himself between your legs, eyes set right on your wet clit. You squirm once more, humiliated by him being so close to you. “I’ll just have a little taste.”

“Jin- oh!” your words are caught in your throat when you feel him - his tongue wet and warm against your clit. It flickers back and forth at a steady pace.

As for Jin, his nose touches the top of your clit as he dives deeper to have a taste of you. Having complete control over you is an added bonus while getting the chance to finally taste you. His tongue laps between your folds as your thighs quiver.

You gasp when Jin leans back to spit, then suckle onto your clit once more. He looks up, eyes watching the way your head falls back as you continue to moan.

“I-I think I’m gonna-”

“No.” Jin pulls back, lifting himself up and away from your clit. You shivered, feeling your high come crumbling down to a disappointing halt. “What do you two talk about?”

You swallow thickly, eyes flickering open. You’re panting as you speak. “N-Nothing but work.”

“Why don’t I believe you?” Jin tilts his head. His fingers are dangerously close to your clit once more. “There has to be a reason why you keep going back to work.”

You want to scream that it’s because it’s your job and you need it, but your mouth is shut. Jin fingers enter you swiftly and now he’s pumping inside of you. “You’re so wet that I was able to slide right in.”

Your walls clench around his fingers selfishly, wanting more and more. The pleasure is one you have not felt in a while - and even then it wasn’t like Seokjin’s. Your juices are coating his bedsheets, but he doesn’t care. The sight of you is utterly filthy and worth it.

“You’re going back to see him.” Seokjin’s thumb rests upon your clit as he pumps, rubbing in circles. 

Your eyes are clenched shut and your moaning increases. “Does it feel good, Y/N?” Jin teases - he knows it does. 

“Y-Yes!” you sigh. “So good.”

Jin removes his fingers from inside of you and slaps your clit harshly. You scream, tears lining your eyes. Your high once again came down, disappointed at the lack of pleasure.

“Why should you deserve to feel good?” Jin questions, his tone dark. “It’s not like you deserve it.”

Your eyes blink a few times to look at Jin. He appears serious, waiting for you to respond to him. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” you murmur to him, hands clenching in the restraints. 

Seokjin scoffs. “I want you to tell me why I should let you cum?”

You swallow. “You were the one that wanted to make me cum.” you hiss. You were growing frustrated with the man. He was hell bent on showing you how pleasurable sex could be and not one-sided - but now all it appeared to be was him questioning you about an ex you cared little about.

“Aw, feisty.” Jin cackles.

“If this is what you meant then maybe I could go to my ex.”

Your ears are ringing seconds after you snap at Seokjin, your cheek stinging. The room is eerily silent.

“You…” Seokjin’s tone is deep. The deepest you’ve ever heard it become. 

“Jin-”

Another slap across your cheek, and then another. You don’t manage to speak before Seokjin hovering above you onto the bed.

Seokjin pulls off his pants, underwear going right along with it. He has been lenient enough but your words angered him. To say such a thing to him when he’s allowed you to do what you wanted the entirety of the relationship was a slap to the face.

“I wanted our first time to be enjoyable.” Seokjin says. He spits at your clit once more - not because he needed to. No, you were wet enough, but because spitting on you was what he liked doing to show that you were his - he likes to say it’s a way to mark his territory. 

“Seokjin.” you attempt, but you’re squirming upon feeling the tip of his cock rubbing against your clit. 

“If you cum along the way, that’s great for you.” Jin murmurs, cock now at your hole. He’s entering you slowly.

You widen your eyes at his words. Where was he going with this?

Jin snaps his hips inside of you. You scream out at the sudden impact. He removes himself just to do it again - this time grinding so deep that you swear you could feel him in your stomach.

Jin’s left hand grips your thighs while his right clamps down onto your mouth and just beneath your nose. Your eyes bulge at the sensation of him fucking you. He had no mercy, snapping his hips so roughly that the bedframe slams against the wall behind you.

“And to think I was going to let you keep that little job.” Jin chuckles and shakes his head. There’s already a white ring around his cock. “You’re creaming, baby. You’ve never been fucked this good, huh?”

Your throat groans a response, unable to do a proper one. Your eyes are rolling now, stomach churning. Your walls are clenching around him, suching him in for more.

“But after what you’ve said,” Seokjin pries your mouth open, entering his fingers inside. Your tongue swirls around this, tasting your juices. “I’ll never allow you out of here.”

Your mind isn’t registering his words - after all, you assume this was just roleplay. Men were into weird stuff. Instead you were busy groaning beneath him, toes curling. There’s drool dripping out of your mouth and down Seokjin’s wrist, but he doesn’t go to remove himself inside of you.

“Look at you!” Jin laughs, snapping his hips harder. “Cock drunk. You don’t even know what I’m saying.”

“P-Please let m-me cum!” you gurgle out. You could feel the familiar high bubbling once more, this time even more intense then the last two, 

“Why should I?” Jin removes his fingers from your mouth to cup your cheeks roughly. He was still pissed - and rightfully so. He was already upset that you were a whore enough to have dinner with your edx (colleague or not) and now you were begging him to have you cum?

“Please, Jin!” you feel hot tears pour from your eyes, so far gone that you don’t even realize that you’re crying from pure pleasure. 

Jin’s nails dig into your cheeks so deep that he notices that they begin to draw a pinch of blood. He growls low, feeling his own high coming.

Jin spits on you once more before capturing your lips in his, allowing a few more sloppy thrusts before he’s about to cum. He removes himself from you, cumming right onto your twitching clit, admiring how his cum drips off of you.

“I’ll let you cum, whore.” Jin murmurs, allowing four fingers inside of you now. The stretch causes you to scream once more, but he doesn’t care. He’s pumping inside of you without a care. 

You should be upset. You were being degraded and called out your name - you had spit running down your face. But you weren’t. You were far gone from your sanity, and the only thing you wanted now was to cum like he promised. 

“You don’t understand me now, Y/N.” Jin murmurs to you, eyes fixed on your soaking pussy. “But you’re not leaving. In due time you'll understand.”

“I-I’m cumming…!” you bite your lips, eyebrows knitting. 

Seokjin chuckles darkly, free hand going to rub your clit to bring you closer to your high. He feels you clench around his even tighter, head falling back against the headboard. 

Your juices squirt out, soaking him in the chest. It’s long and accompanied by a low shout.

Your breathing slows as your body twitches. You were feeling exhausted.

“Can you take these off?” you murmur after a few minutes of trying to compose yourself. 

Upon not hearing a response, your eyes blink open to find Seokjin.

“W-What-”

Your eyes are burning and now you’re screaming at the top of your legs. You pull at your arms to shield your eyes, but you are unable to. Your head thrashes back and forth in an attempt to get away.

“Now you can’t work if you can’t see.” Seokjin says in between your screams. “If you can’t see, then there’s no one else to look at.”

You’re crying, but even then it hurts. Your vision is blurred until it goes completely black.

“Now I can take care of you like I intended in the beginning.” Seokjin’s voice is now calm - peaceful. The one you recalled since becoming entangled with him. “Behave, or I’ll have to hurt you again. And I don’t want to do that, Y/N. I love you.”

it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin.

He reminds you every day that if you misbehave, he'll take your hearing next.

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Carnival of Terror 🎪 4: I make them dance

The carnival is in town, and it is unlike anything you have ever experienced. Will you make it out alive?

🎪 Jungkook x Female Reader, Jungkook x Yoongi

🎪 word count: 11.7k

🎪 choose your own adventure, friends & strangers to lovers, carnival and circus au, dead dove, horror, possible minor & major character injury & death, supernatural elements & magic realism, nsfw, 21+

🎪 warnings: use of recreational drugs (mdma - time it takes to kick in is sped up for the narrative; feeling unsettled and paranoid; overwhelm); some of you might find Jungkook's behavior to be akin to infidelity, but in the context of their relationship, it's not; explicit smut (vaginal fingering & sex against a wall; multiple orgasms; not quite a blow job; cum swallowing) teasing & use of the word "whore"; being fed water from someone else's mouth; marionette horror; mirror horror; bloody slice across a face.

🎪 note: at best, everyone is a little toxic. at worst, they're a monster in human flesh with dark secrets, that can only exist in this magical realist world. likely, they are something in between. also, if you're in my time zone and see me posting at 2 in the morning, no you don't lmao.

🍧 food note: idk if everyone grew up eating "snow cones" but they're literally just balls of ice and flavored syrup. bingsu and shaved ice are kind of similar, but the ingredients and presentation can differ.

🎪 if you need a little refresher on what happened in the last chapter, i made a handy dandy recap post.

🎪 beta read by @neoneunnajimin!

🎪 posted june. 2024 | read on ao3

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The little pale crystals taste bitter on your tongue, and you wince in disgust as you reach for the open water bottle that Jeongguk holds in his fingertips, arm outstretched. He eyes you curiously, more openly than you have grown accustomed to, and it excites you. 

"Have you rolled before?" he asks, leaning close as you swallow down two large gulps of ice-cold water. 

"No," you admit with a shiver. 

Not that you know of, anyway. After what you have seen and felt in Seokjin's hypnotic trances, you are beginning to wonder whether perhaps your memories are not the extent of your experiences. Of course, there is a possibility that Seokjin has somehow planted those memories of you in bed with him and Namjoon, but that is a matter for later. For now, you have other matters to attend to.

"You'll like it," Jeongguk insists, stepping close. 

The two of you stand under the shade of the Hall of Mirrors building. With your back inches from the wall, you are unable to hold any space between your bodies.

Your breath feels heavy as you ask, "How do you know?'

Jeongguk smirks. "You like it when your mind is a little fucky, don't you? I mean…you let Yoongi hyung dig his claws into you for long enough."

"What's your excuse?" you ask, equal parts curious and defensive. 

"I love the game," Jeongguk shrugs, easy enough. "Sure, sometimes he breaks my heart, but he always comes crawling back. And in the meantime, I have plenty of distractions."

"Distractions?" you ask.

Jeongguk is far too close, and his lightly floral musk is cloyingly sweet. You find yourself swaying toward and away, toward and away.

"Drugs," Jeongguk says with another shrug. His gaze is pointed as he adds, "And sex." 

It feels like whiplash the way Jeongguk so easily shifts into a completely different person. If you didn't know any better, you would think he and Yoongi were in on something together, and that Yoongi is just off in the periphery somewhere, enjoying the show. 

"How long does it take to kick in?" you ask, ignoring Jeongguk's dark, smoldering eyes and attempting to gaze out at the carnival grounds past him. 

The sun should be going down by now, but it continues to hang high and bright. All around you, music blares, and voices shout. It no longer overwhelms the senses; rather, it feels commonplace.

"Could take an hour. Could take fifteen minutes. With this cut, it's hard to tell."

That is not reassuring. 

"Why is it so inconsistent?"

Jeongguk shrugs. "This cut is strange."

You sigh and accept your fate; what more could you do at this point? Jeongguk seems amused, chuckling a light, twinkling sound – pitchy and melodic. He almost looks childlike with the striped scarf hanging around his neck, tied neatly in the front. 

"Want to walk around and wait to come up, or go inside and get lost?"

Get lost feels like the wrong way to describe precisely what you want, but perhaps it is somewhat accurate.

You take Jeongguk by the hand and go to the left, toward the back door to the Hall of Mirrors – the door that is closest. From the outside, there is no handle, but you instinctively reach for the edge of the door and run your fingers along where there is a small groove in the black-painted wood, allowing you to hook a finger in and open the door. 

"Whoa," Jeongguk mutters, and you think the same, surprising even yourself. 

The room that the door opens up to is dark, and it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust. You pull Jeongguk to the right, whereas the hallway leading into the attraction is on the left, and you find a thick black curtain that you pull out of the way, then discover a small black door. You knock lightly, wait for several seconds, and then yank it open, gaining entrance into an empty space that is clearly not meant for the general public. 

"How do you know about this place?" Jeongguk asks.

"I don't know," you admit. Your body is simply running on autopilot.

The room the two of you find yourself in is rather small and dimly lit, with black walls and nothing to sit upon. There is a small metal hook that locks the door, and you slide it into place. Music plays overhead – the same dizzying organ tunes you have grown accustomed to hearing in this place – and the air feels unusually heavy. 

"I'm surprised you agreed to this," Jeongguk purrs as he crowds your space. 

Instinctively, you step back, knocking your foot against a wooden wall. You stare at Jeongguk as he towers close, keeping your hands to your sides as you try your best to steady your breath. 

"I am too," you admit. 

"Yoongi hyung not enough for you?" Jeongguk teases as he leans close enough to press his body into yours. Warmth radiates, and you melt a little into the wall, allowing yourself to relax. 

Holding firm, steady eye contact, you reach up to rub your palms over Jeongguk's chest, dancing your fingertips over taut muscle concealed under the light, soft, greenish-blue fabric of his shirt. With your left hand, you finger the scarf, giving it gentle tugs.

"Yoongi is more than enough for me," you say, tilting your head playfully. "But he's not here, is he?"

Jeongguk grabs your waist and spins you around. You barely have time to steady your hands against the wall to prevent your cheek from smashing into wood. He presses into you, yanking your hips back until his crotch rubs against your ass, and you sigh a shattered breath as your eyes flutter closed.

"More than enough, hmm?" Jeongguk groans in your ear, voice just above a feral growl. "If that were true, then why are you so eager to let me have you?"

You shrug and whine, "I'm bored."

"Bored," Jeongguk snarls, reaching around to undo your slacks. 

His fingers are quick, and he shoves the material down, then reaches a greedy hand between your legs to rub over your clothed pussy. The material is cold to the touch and still slightly wet, and he tsks in your ear.

"This all for me, or this from earlier?"

"From earlier," you admit.

"When?" Jeongguk asks in a sharp, angry tone.

You grin. "Tunnel of Love."

Jeongguk chuckles, but the sound is deep and swimming with fury. If you didn't know any better, you might think he is planning on ripping you apart.

"I knew it," he all but growls.

Your body simmers with excitement and something else – something that might feel like panic if not for Jeongguk's long fingers roughly stroking over your soiled undergarment. You sigh and press your ass back, feeling the way his erection tents in his pants, tempted to offer to get on your knees and beg for it. 

"He told me all about you, you know," Jeongguk says sweetly, voice far more tame and welcoming. "I know everything."

You hum a curious sound and ask, "Like what?"

"Like how tight you are," Jeongguk says as he pulls your panties aside and lets one finger explore your folds before it dips deep inside. "Fuck," he sighs, breath hot against your neck. "So fucking wet."

"That's all for you," you whine as Jeongguk pulls his finger out and slowly presses it in deep. 

"Yeah?" he asks. "You sure about that? Or is it just me talking about Yoongi hyung that turns you on?"

With a sigh and a light giggle, you say, "Maybe it's a little of both."

"Yeah?" Jeongguk asks, pulling his finger out in a broad stroke that rubs across your clit, making you tremble with pleasure. "You like being hyung's little whore?"

You wonder if Jeongguk is attempting to hurt your feelings despite circling his finger over your bud in firm strokes. All you feel is amusement. 

You attempt to look over your shoulder as you ask, "Are you?"

Jeongguk dips his hand down and slides two fingers in, this time making you hiss. The stretch is not enough to really fill you the way you like, but it feels good. It feels promising. 

From behind, you can hear Jeongguk's other hand at work on his button and zipper. Fabric rustles, his hand pulls away, leaving you empty, and then you feel his cock pressed against your ass. 

"I saw you first," he groans, knuckles brushing over your skin as he strokes himself. "I was the one who pointed you out to hyung. I wanted you first."

He takes you by the hips in both hands and pulls back, forcing your back to arch. You feel trapped in your slacks, unable to spread your legs, but Jeongguk does not seem to mind. He bends and slides his cock against your semi-clothed cunt, causing the two of you to whine in tandem. 

"But Yoongi hyung always gets what he wants," Jeongguk says as he lines his cock up with your hole and thrusts, rubbing his length over your folds and clit. 

A shiver runs along your spine, and you sigh, enjoying the slide even without penetration. Then Jeongguk lines up again and presses slower, steadier, spearing you open. 

Arousal floods quickly, making you moan as pleasure quakes through you. You know that you should be quiet, but it is hard to hold back, and you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to clamp your mouth shut and muffle your sounds. 

Jeongguk is thick, and he moves maddeningly slow, making you feel every little vein and curve he has to offer. Everything is heightened with how sore you are from earlier.

"What was it about me?" you whimper, attempting to keep your voice low and steady.

Jeongguk pulls back and thrusts forward, coating himself in you, making the slide much smoother. Then he buries his nose in your neck as he straightens you from the half-bent position you had found yourself in. 

Your back stays somewhat arched, but you attempt to stand tall and allow Jeongguk's hands to grip your hip and chest, holding you in place. You anchor your palms against the rough wood wall, feeling its tiny grooves filled with paint.

"Everything," he groans as he pulls back and thrusts quickly forward, making you moan in dizzying pleasure. 

The hand on your chest slides up and firmly plants over your mouth. You sigh into the feeling, breathing in the faintly sweet scent of his skin as he sets a steady pace and fucks you. 

"Your smile," Jeongguk grunts, hips slapping against your ass in a punctuated rhythm. "Your laugh. You were so—" Jeongguk's hand slides from your hip, reaches forward, and pinches your clit, "—intoxicating," he growls as you moan desperately into his palm, feeling pleasure burst inside you. 

Jeongguk fucks you hard and fast, groaning against your neck while your hot breath creates a pocket of condensation coating his calluses, his life lines, and his heart lines. Surely, you could be heard by anyone who may approach the little black door hidden behind the velvet curtain, but you cannot bring yourself to care.

You feel euphoric. You feel lost.

"Cum for me, baby," Jeongguk commands, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit in rough but pleasant motions. 

Ignoring the way your chest flutters at the sound of Jeongguk calling you baby, you nod and close your eyes, relaxing as best as you can, eager for release. Fireworks of light and pleasure seem to explode within you, and as you climb higher and higher toward bliss, you feel awash with warm, overbearing ecstasy. 

Desperately, you moan into Jeongguk's palm. You attempt to beg him to make you cum, muttering a muffled prayer of, "Please, please, please." 

Jeongguk angles his hips, pressing himself impossibly deeper, causing your eyes to roll back. Orgasm explodes and you squeal and shake, worried the pleasure might knock you down to the floor. 

But Jeongguk holds you firmly and keeps you steady. Your blunt fingernails dig into the wooden wall, and you quake as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, threatening to drown you in its undertow. 

"So fucking good," Jeongguk groans against your neck. "You feel so fucking good cuming on my cock."

You are unsure whether it is the drugs or simply Jeongguk, but as soon as you feel as if you are able to relax and come down from your high, another explodes inside you, causing your legs to go weak as you tremble and squeal. 

"Holy fuck," Jeongguk growls. "That's it, baby. Keep squeezing me."

You attempt to moan Jeongguk's name, but your voice is too muffled. The sound of your release squelching with each thrust fills you with shame and excitement, and you wonder whether you have ever cum so hard before. You want to tell Jeongguk as much – want to praise him for how incredibly he fucks you – but all you can do is moan and sob against his damp palm, and take what he has to give you.

"Gonna cum," Jeongguk warns. Then he slides his hand away and asks, "Will you swallow it?"

Without thinking twice, you nod, voice broken and weak as you moan through the last of Jeongguk's firm, deep strokes. 

He pulls out, and you turn, dropping to your knees haphazardly, which are stuck together in your bunched slacks. Your knees sting as they kiss wood, but all you can focus on is Jeongguk's pretty, uncut cock glistening above your face as his fist slowly strokes up the shaft. 

"Open," he commands, leaning with one hand against the wall and towering over you. 

You open wide and do your best to sit high, but a steady tremble works through your entire body, causing you to feel dizzy and disoriented. Jeongguk takes your chin in his hand and slides his cock along your outstretched tongue, and as soon as you close your lips around the tip and suck, tasting your own heady flavor, he pulsates against your lips and cums. 

Jeongguk moans, fingers digging into your jaw, and you do your best to breathe through the gentle thrust of him along your tongue, spurting into your throat. When he sighs heavily and pulls back, you look up, heavy-blinking and holding your mouth open wide. 

The sight above you is heavenly. Jeongguk pants and stares, covered in a sheen of sweat that sticks his shirt to his firm, muscular chest and arms. His face is rosy-blushed, and his dark eyes are wide. 

"Fuck," he mutters, leaving his cock to hang heavy and deflate while he moves his hand to your mouth and presses the pads of two fingers against the mess on your tongue. 

Something is clearly on his mind, and you stare up in waiting. Then he pulls his fingers out, and nods, cracking a smile. 

"Hyung mentioned you were a fucking dirty girl. I bet I could spit in your mouth and you wouldn't mind."

You roll your eyes and retract your tongue, smiling at Jeongguk's audacity. You absolutely would not mind, but he doesn't need to know that. Not when he seems to feel so superior over you. 

Jeongguk tucks himself back into his slacks and then helps you stand. Your legs feel like overcooked noodles, and you stumble back against the wall as you reach to pull your pants up with trembling hands.

Around you, the sound of the music swells and sways, and you would attribute the disorienting nature to the drugs, but this is how it sounded when Namjoon held your hand and pulled you through these halls earlier. You wonder if, perhaps, Namjoon is nearby.

"Feel the effects?" Jeongguk asks, grabbing the bottle of water from where it seems to have been tossed to the floor. 

You stretch your arms over your head, feeling how simultaneously heavy and light they are. "I think so," you mutter. 

Jeongguk takes a drink of water, then steps forward crowding your space. You open your mouth to ask what he is doing as your head bumps against the wall, but Jeongguk simply opens his mouth and dribbles ice-cold water from his lips to yours. 

Most of the water makes it to your mouth, but some drools out to the side, and as the two of you swallow, Jeongguk kisses you, licking deep and causing you to melt into the wall once more. 

You lift your hands to rub against his chest, palms grazing over clothed pierced nipples, making Jeongguk hiss. He licks firmly over your tongue, then pulls a moan from your throat as he sucks on its tip. 

"You taste good," Jeongguk mutters against your lips, urging you on. 

You slide one hand up to scarf around Jeongguk's neck and pull him close, licking fervently into his mouth, tasting and teasing; taking as you please. Jeongguk presses his hips against you, and you chuckle, breaking the kiss. 

"We should get some fresh air," you mutter, feeling warm and increasingly claustrophobic. 

"Alright," Jeongguk mutters, sucking your lower lip between his teeth. You whine until he releases, and sigh as he says, "Let's go."

Jeongguk takes your hand in his, and you can feel residual cold on his palm from when it held onto the water bottle moments ago. It feels nice and grounding as you attempt to get your feet to cooperate and assist you with leaving this place. 

Only, when you exit this small room and walk toward the door that should lead back outside, all you find in its place is a wall. Jeongguk presses and rubs against the black wood, and he sighs when he finds nothing. High on the wall is a blinking red Dead End sign, and you wonder whether there is a proper back exit, or if this attraction is only meant to have one way in and one way out.

"I want to freak out about this, but I feel too high to care," he grumbles, making you laugh.

You would also like to freak out about this and all the other oddities that you have experienced. But you know that it will do nobody any good, and so you sigh and yank Jeongguk toward the hallway that leads into the attraction. 

"Only way out is through, I guess," you sigh. 

Jeongguk falls into step beside you, and as you enter the first hall full of glass and reflected light, dizziness overtakes you. The two of you stumble and giggle, stopping to gawk at your warped reflections, warping them further as you bend and twist. 

You are a little surprised that Jeongguk continues to hold your hand, firmly keeping you close, leading at times, and following at others. It feels nice. Warm and steady. Secure. You nearly forget all about Yoongi.

But then a flash of blue and black moves in the distance ahead, and although you do not clearly see it, you feel it. It has to be Yoongi. 

Jeongguk is giggling as his reflection when you grip tightly to his fingers and pull, causing him to stumble to your side, muttering something under his breath. 

"This way," you insist, staring ahead for any sign of the blur that you could swear is Yoongi. 

You turn your gaze every which way, looking into rooms and staring as far as you can along paths, but all you find are strangers. Amused couples, bored third-wheels, and giggling shapes pressed closely in dark corners. 

"What is it?" Jeongguk asks, slowing and creating resistance. 

"I need fresh air," you sigh as your chest tightens and the air feels constricted. "I just…I need to get out of here."

Time seems even more warped as the drug shimmers through your system, and you search and search, though for what, you slowly forget. All you know is that there is a deep, pounding need in your chest, but as you turn corners and examine rooms, you question whether that need could ever truly be filled.

Far ahead, down the long hallway and past several doorways, you spot a bright shining light appearing and disappearing. Sunlight. 

You yank on Jeongguk, who follows along obediently, holding onto your palm as it increasingly begins to sweat, slickening your hold. He allows you to pass through doorways first and slides easily behind you to allow others to pass. 

When you reach the exit, he steps ahead first and presses the heavy wooden door open, holding it for you. All at once, the air is hot and dry, and as you take in a deep inhale, you are unsure whether you feel better or worse, squinting against the bright sun. 

Jeongguk hands you the bottle of water, and you finally release his hand, lamenting the familiar warmth as your trembling fingers struggle to twist the tiny plastic cap free. You stumble into some shade beside the entrance of the building, and Jeongguk follows. 

He crowds your space and takes the plastic bottle cap, sliding it into his pocket for safekeeping. As you lift the bottle to your lips, you quake and sigh, shivering despite overheating. 

"The come up is sometimes just as rough as the comedown," Jeongguk mutters sweetly. "You probably didn't feel it as badly inside because you were distracted. It'll pass soon."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you ask, voice weak and pathetic against the small round rim of the bottle. You take a large cold gulp and refrain from finishing off the water despite feeling thirsty enough to want to drown.

"What are you talking about?" Jeongguk asks, laughing. 

As you sigh through the cold gulp, you hand over the bottle, watching as Jeongguk drinks from it with steady hands, much better equipped to handle the drug than you. 

"You called me a whore," you pout, suddenly feeling upset despite not caring before. 

Jeongguk finishes the water and crushes the bottle in his hand, crinkling the plastic as he steps forward to crowd your space. A crazed grin tugs at his lips, and with a lift of his brow, he mutters, "I was only joking," sending a chill down your spine.

"Are you sure?" you ask, doing your best to appear unaffected but feeling jittery.

Jeongguk's look fades and he begins laughing. "You're too much," he mutters, shaking his head. 

Affronted, you attempt to swat him on the chest, but Jeongguk grabs your hand and holds it close. 

"Why are you so annoying?" you grumble, attempting uselessly to yank your hand away. 

"You like it," he responds, grinning as he lets go, causing you to stumble back into the wall from your semi-frantic movement.

The world feels off. Glimmering and electric. Overbearing yet underwhelming. 

"What time is it?" you ask, making no move to reach for the phone in your pocket. 

Jeongguk sighs. "I suppose we should find the others. How long were we fucking?"

His candor makes you shy, and you feel the way heat burns up your neck, to your cheeks. You would attempt to smack him again, but you know it is pointless. 

You look around, wondering whether your friends are still at the game booths where they said they would be. "Where did you tell them we were going?" 

"I told them the truth," Jeongguk shrugs. 

Anxiety rises. "The truth, as in…"

Jeongguk smirks. "They already know about what hyung and I do. No need to act like such a prude about it."

Petulance rises, and you actually lift your hand with the urge to smack, but Jeongguk watches the movement and lifts his eyebrows. He is far too quick, and for your own sanity, you need to minimize the amount of time he spends touching you from this point forward. 

"I'm not a prude!" you grit through your teeth, eager to get your point across without being too loud. 

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. "Look, Tae hyungie originally pointed you out to me. Nobody is going to be shocked by this development."

"Wait…" you grumble, mulling it over. "What?"

Jeongguk shrugs. "He said you would be my type, which of course made Yoongi hyung pounce first. I doubt that he or Jimin hyung would be alarmed or upset if they knew we ended up together, as intended."

You frown, running Jeongguk's words through your mind. The night you met Yoongi, you were with a friend at a house party. That friend introduced you to Yoongi, who later introduced you to Jeongguk. It would be another week before you were introduced to Taehyung and Jimin. What does he mean Taehyung pointed you out?

"Taehyung?" you ask, cocking your head to the side. 

Jeongguk shrugs again. "I don't know," he concedes, seemingly disinterested in dwelling on the details. "He said you were my type, but I'm sure he just meant visually. It's not like you two knew each other."

You softly ask, "What is your type?" and then berate yourself silently, wishing you could just let what transpired in the Hall of Mirrors stay there. 

Regret sinks its claws in as Jeongguk licks over his lips and says, "Pretty. Bratty. Tight."

You roll your eyes and shake your head, scoffing in disbelief. Despite knowing you should bite your tongue, you tilt your chin up as a challenge and ask, "Well? Did I live up to the expectations?"

Jeongguk cracks a smile and says, "Yeah. You're bratty as fuck."

You shove at Jeongguk with both hands, causing him to stumble back into the hot sun and nearly crash into a couple walking by. He laughs, doubling over with his hands on his knees, and stays there for what feels like a very long time, causing you to laugh as well. And then he straightens out and motions for you to follow him while he begins to walk in the direction of a food cart. 

The biggest downside to the drug seems to be how thirsty you become. You also seem to struggle with regulating your temperature, shivering in the shade and feeling stiflingly hot in the sun. 

Jeongguk stands tall on his toes and leans his arms against the high metal shelf of the food cart while he orders a bottle of water and a couple of lollipops. You allow yourself to study his body, noting the way his tiny waist cinches above the band of his slacks, and how his torso curves up into broad, muscular shoulders. 

Tattoos peek out from under his sleeve, littering his hand, and you remember the feeling of metal under his shirt when your palms felt his chest. There seems to be a lot about shy, sweet Jeongguk that you do not know. Perhaps it is no wonder why he and Yoongi get along so well. 

Yoongi. Thinking about him makes you frown. You wish you knew what happened to him when Jeongguk told him to get lost. Everything has felt like a fever dream since you walked into the carnival grounds, and you continuously wonder when you will finally wake up. 

Jeongguk holds out two lollipops, pulling you from your thoughts, and you examine their colorful wrappers, given the choice between grape and cherry. You pick grape, considering how good cherry might taste if you have the chance to suck it off of Jeongguk's tongue later. 

"Thanks," you mutter sweetly, moving away from the food cart to a more secluded area as you pick at the little plastic wrapper with your fingertips. 

With a sigh, Jeongguk sidles up close to you, blocking the sun. You stand near the backs of various trailers, some hitched together, and it feels nice to be away from the crowd.

"Do you feel guilty?" you ask. 

Jeongguk takes his time to fuss with his wrapper, then asks, "About what?"

You turn your head to glance at Jeongguk, but find you would rather keep your eyes on your wrapper, finally peeling it open as you say, "About what we did."

"Why would I feel guilty?" he asks.

You twist the wrapper between your fingertips, feeling the slick plastic that bunches roughly. Your body is warm, and you become increasingly aware of your fixation, bunching up the wrapper and shoving it into your pocket. 

"I think I'm high," you mutter.

Jeongguk snickers. "We already established that."

Your entire body shivers, whether you are cold or not. Right now, you are unsure what you are. Each time a breeze hits you, goosebumps break over your skin, and you reflexively lift your shoulders to your ears. But otherwise, the heat almost feels palpable, like you could cut into it with a knife.

The fact that it still feels like noon with the sun blaring high overhead starts to rattle around in your head, and you glance up at the sky, searching the clouds for movement. Even the sun does not seem to hurt your eyes as you stare directly into it.

How is it possible that time seems to stand still within the carnival grounds? Or have you completely lost your mind? The illusions show begins at 5, and there is no way it is close to that time. 

As you lift the sucker to your lips, sugary grape flavor bursts on your taste buds more intensely than you could have possibly expected. You suck on it, coating your tongue and lips, then pull it out with a wet pop and mutter, "Wow."

"Good, huh?" Jeongguk asks.

You glance up and notice how the cherry lollipop has already stained Jeongguk's lips red. You want to stand high on your toes and trace your tongue over the color in search of just a hint of flavor.  

"There you two are!" Jimin's voice pulls you from your thoughts, causing you to jolt. 

He and Taehyung eye the two of you suspiciously, and you suddenly worry about your appearance. Despite spending so much time in the Hall of Mirrors staring at your warped reflections, you have no idea how you look. 

"Having fun?" Taehyung asks, voice low and curious, eyes mostly on Jeongguk, who shrugs.

"We did some molly," he says plainly, yawning. "She's struggling to adjust, but we should even out soon."

You return the too-sweet sucker to your mouth. Taehyung hums and Jimin gives a worried glance at you before looking around. 

"We don't have to go to the next show if you think it will be too intense," Jimin offers, bringing his concerned eyes back to you.

You shake your head, muttering around the candy, "I wanna go."

Jeongguk gives Taehyung a glance and the two of them seem to communicate telepathically. You lament briefly over not having close enough friendships to be able to read one another in such a way, but you do your best to shove away the thought. 

Taehyung very softly asks, "We still have some time before the show, want to see this weird tent Jimin and I found?"

Something about the thought of a weird tent makes you uncomfortable. You ask, "Weird, how?"

Jimin nibbles on his bottom lip, eyes wide and staring at the ground, and Taehyung says, "You just have to see it. It's hard to explain."

"Where is it?" you ask, feeling as if your entire body is weighed down with lead and unwilling to move as the others turn to walk in its direction. 

"Come on," Jeongguk insists, grabbing for your elbow and yanking you along. 

You expect your newfound weight to hold you in place and keep you anchored in the shade, where it is safe, away from the weird tent, and you are disappointed to discover that you are still merely human, and easy for Jeongguk to drag along wherever he pleases. 

The warmth radiating through your sleeve from Jeongguk's palm to your skin should feel comforting, but you find that it is too warm and somewhat oppressive. You remember rough calluses pressed against your lips.

You do your best to yank your arm away, keeping with his pace, and you are relieved when he lets go. You follow Jimin and Taehyung past the game booths, and you are startled when you see it along the edge of the space: a small tent with stripes that are red and what you assume used to be white, but now look more like a rusted off-tan. 

A shiver runs along your spine, and you instantly feel a sense of ick and dread work its way through you, but your friends are undeterred. In fact, they seem to have a pep in their steps as you get closer. 

"Should we be over here?" you ask. 

Jimin turns, frowning as if you have just said something completely ridiculous, then rolls his eyes and giggles. "There's an opening on the side, and there is no explicit warning to stay out, so I don't see why not."

"You already checked this place out?" Jeongguk asks with a bit of a dreamy slowness to his speech. 

"We started to," Taehyung responds, voice almost too soft to make out over the cacophony of carnival sounds. "But then we decided to come get you two."

Jimin rounds the tent along the right, and the rest of you follow him. Sure enough, the flap is open, and there is no indication that carnival guests are not allowed to enter. Strange, you think, since the tent is sitting somewhat secluded from the rest of the carnival attractions, a peculiar sight that you would think would cause people to want to investigate. 

The tent is not too large, especially compared to those the Kim brothers use, but it is certainly not tiny. The opening is just shorter than your height, but the ceiling is raised several feet higher, and as you duck down and peer inside, just past Jimin's crouching body, it is large enough to contain what looks like a tiny living quarters. 

"Are you sure we should be over here?" you ask again, eyes trailing from the small mattress at the far end of the space, past a kerosene lantern and several closed wooden trunks. There are books strewn about and a pair of boots on the floor. Something about the setup seems personal. Intimate. 

"I assume it is meant to be one of those prop tents," Taehyung says from behind you, peeking to get a look. "To showcase how carnies live…or something to that effect."

"You know how, like, when we visit the historical park that has the buildings still styled the way they were in the Joseon dynasty?" Jimin says. You nod faintly. "Like that."

It is true that this tent may be just another prop, but something about it is strange. Perhaps it is just the molly making you feel so creeped out. Either way, you stand up straight and wiggle away from the entrance of the tent, allowing Taehyung and Jeongguk to step closer. 

It is Jeongguk who walks all the way into the tent, and something about it makes your skin crawl. You shout, "Wait," and reach for him, but before you can react further, Jeongguk jolts backward and trips over himself, nearly falling to his butt on the grass. 

You think you hear him mutter, "What the fuck?" causing goosebumps to break out on your arms and neck. 

"What is it?" Jimin asks at the same time Taehyung says, "Whoa," and Jeongguk shakes his head and takes two steps backward. 

"That was…" Jeongguk trails off, staring at the tent and then shaking his head and chuckling. Only, the sound is less mirthful and more unsure. "Damn. I need to lay off the drugs."

"What happened?" you ask, walking close to Jeongguk and turning your head to glance into the tent. 

Everything looks normal, but you are unwilling to step any closer to inspect it. The unsettling feeling has only managed to grow. 

"I thought I saw something," Jeongguk says, chuckling with unease some more. "Or, rather…someone? I don't really know."

This makes Jimin sigh loudly and stand up, turning to face you and Jeongguk. "Oh, give me a break," he groans. "You're just trying to scare us."

Jeongguk's face brightens as if he has been caught in the act by Jimin, but there is something in his eyes that seems scared and distant. Still, you remind yourself that the two of you are high, and you are definitely feeling heightened paranoia. 

"Okay, well this has been fascinating," you say, walking slowly backward and away from the entrance. "But I still feel like I might be peaking, and I don't think I can handle any more of these creepy ass tent vibes." 

To your delight, Jeongguk nods and follows you. Jimin seems intrigued by the tent, however, and it appears as though Taehyung is pointing into it, whispering something to Jimin. 

"Should we just ditch them?" you ask, only half joking. 

Jeongguk pulls out his phone and glances at it, then says, "We still have a little time before the illusions show. Wanna get in line for a snow cone? I saw a cart on the way over here."

A snow cone sounds amazing and you nod, feeling relief and excitement replace all the earlier dread. Out of stress, or possibly impatience, but likely the thought of enjoying something new, you chomp down on the grape sucker, crunching it between your teeth. Unsure what to do with the sticky grape-stained stick, you twirl it between your finger and thumb.

When you turn to see whether the other two are following, you are disappointed to find they are still bent at the hips and staring into the tent. 

"We're gonna get snow cones," you try, but Jimin does not react, seemingly stuck in a trance. 

It is Taehyung who glances past Jimin toward you and says, "We'll catch up to you."

Jeongguk shrugs and begins to lead the way, so you follow. With each step you take, the ground feels further and further away, and you are beginning to sweat quite a bit. Jeongguk sways his arms as he walks, and you wonder whether it would feel nice to do the same, but as you approach the paths where more people are, you feel too self-conscious to try it. 

"What did you really see in the tent?" you ask, eyes on your feet as they step from grass to gravel.

"Yoongi hyung," Jeongguk says, causing you to nearly trip over yourself.

You halt and turn to Jeongguk, whose brows are knit and eyes are downcast. His toe kicks at a small rock. 

"Be serious," you mutter. 

Jeongguk looks up at you, frowning. "I am serious."

You roll your eyes, reach for his hand, and begin to yank in the direction of a medium-sized rectangular freezer box covered in ice cream and snow cone stickers that is shaded by a tall red and white umbrella. The person working the stand wears a light blue jacket and slacks that match the color of the freezer box. 

The two of you get in line, and you realize you are still holding hands. Sweat drips from where your palms connect, and you attempt to pull away, but Jeongguk holds on tight. You feel gross as your wet skin slides against his, and you yank a little harder until he lets go.

Your mind wanders to Yoongi. Specifically, to Jeongguk and Yoongi. You wonder whether they hold hands as much as Jeongguk seems to want to hold yours. You like the idea of the two of them being so affectionate toward one another. 

There are two other people in line ahead of you, and you watch as a person in a sunflower sundress reaches for a tall paper cone with a ball of bright red ice on top, grabbing it with two eager hands. The person beside them pays and receives their own snow cone – that one orange – and then you take a step forward as the person ahead of you leans forward to place an order.

"You don't believe me," you hear Jeongguk pout, but it takes a moment for you to acknowledge his voice and realize that he is talking about seeing Yoongi inside the tent.

You snicker. "Of course I don't believe you. Nobody else saw anyone in that tent, much less someone who looked like Yoongi."

The person ahead of you in line steps away, and you and Jeongguk step forward. He orders a small cup of vanilla soft-serve ice cream and you order a lime-flavored snow cone, suddenly feeling drawn to how green it is on the display images. 

The attendant mutters about the total, which you can barely hear over the carnival songs that play nonstop and the shouting of people both near and far. You think you hear that it is 4,000 won, and you reach for your wallet, jabbing yourself in the hip with the sucker stick that you continue to hold onto, but Jeongguk swats your hand away before paying with his card. 

The two of you stand in silence, and you wait for the paper cone filled with ice and syrup to be placed into your hands. You lament briefly over not considering the flavors more closely, wondering if you should have picked a berry flavor over a citrus one. 

But when you take a frozen bite from the top, you are delighted by how bittersweet the lime flavor is – how different it is from the grape that lingers in sticky shards against your molars. It is perfectly refreshing for a hot summer day. 

As you walk away from the ice cream booth, you notice that Jeongguk seems to be moseying in the direction of the larger carnival tents rather than where you left the others back at the small weird tent. You have the urge to look over your shoulder to see whether they are still there, but something causes you to continue forward. Unease, you think, of what you may see if you look back there again.

The thought sends a shiver down your spine, and the little hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. Although the snow cone seems to be evening out your high despite the flavor being incredibly intense, your mind continues to race in strange directions. 

A lot has happened since you arrived here, and as much as you want to dwell on all the oddities and attempt to sort out what could be going on, something seems to be stopping you. It is as if each new event is being shoved into one of the various trunks you have seen inside each tent, and it is being locked away for safekeeping. 

You are aware of what is being placed inside the trunks, but without the key to allow you access to each one, your mind is not fully allowed to perceive anything. The notion that your mind palace has become a circus tent filled with trunks makes you snicker. 

You turn to Jeongguk, who has more or less inhaled his soft serve, using his tiny pink plastic spoon to scrape melted dredges from the bottom of the cup. He tips the edge of the paper cup back into his mouth and slurps the final drops, then lowers his arms to his sides and crumples it in his palm.

Suddenly, you feel self-conscious about the state of your own treat, and you wrap your lips around the small orange straw that sticks out from one of the sides and suck down melted ice and syrup. Cloying lime flavor bursts over your tongue, and you stop sucking in order to bite off some of the top ice that is more diluted in order to wash some of the taste away. 

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, and you look up from your lime-flavored ice as you do the same, turning your gaze to him. His eyes are wide, and he stares ahead.

You glance to where you imagine he is staring, but only see a crowd of people separating you from the tents, which are now just across from you, on the other side of a wide pathway. 

Looking to Jeongguk again, you ask, "What is it?"

"I told you I saw him," Jeongguk responds. He looks at you, lifts an eyebrow, then tilts his chin back to where he had been staring. "Look."

This time, when you follow his line of vision, you clearly see what – or, rather, who – Jeongguk was staring at. Standing beside the nearest red and white striped tent, wearing the same blue shirt and black slacks you last saw him in, is Yoongi. 

He seems to be staring back at you, and you blink heavily several times, unsure whether it really is him. 

Without another word, Jeongguk takes off walking briskly, twisting his body this way and that while narrowly avoiding strangers whose paths he cuts across. Your feet hesitate, then you begin to walk as well, more slowly and excusing yourself before stepping into someone's path, doing your best to keep your eyes on the back of Jeongguk's head and refrain from dropping your snow cone. 

Once you are out into the clearing, on the grass beside the large tent and no longer dodging passersby, you take several quick steps until you are standing beside Jeongguk, whose arms are outstretched and shaking. You feel overwhelmed, the sun is bright, and you squeeze your eyes closed before opening them and taking in the scene before you.

Yoongi stands still staring at Jeongguk, arms to his sides. His shoulders are in Jeongguk's hands, and although Jeongguk shakes Yoongi, shouting something you cannot make out, Yoongi just looks at him blankly, unmoving aside from the jostling he cannot control.

"Say something," Jeongguk demands. He shakes harder, and Yoongi moves along like a ragdoll. "Yoongi! Hyung, say something!"

Everything about this feels wrong. You absentmindedly drop what is left of your snow cone and reach up with two heavy hands to place them on the arm closest to you, yanking it away from Yoongi's shoulder. 

"Stop," you mutter weakly, eyes glued to Jeongguk's arm. "Jeongguk, stop."

Jeongguk drops his arms and then forcefully shakes your hands away from him. The harsh movement surprises you, and you take a step back, dizzy and concerned.

"This has nothing to do with you," Jeongguk says in a tone that feels hurt and angry and a myriad of other things.

You cannot bring yourself to look up, and instead, you stare at Jeongguk's black boots. "That's not— I just don't think you should be jerking him around like this," you say, almost to yourself as tears prickle your eyes.

Jeongguk scoffs. "Our relationship has nothing to do with you." His voice is calmer and quieter, but there is still an edge to it. "You're just a pretty little plaything we both enjoyed. Nothing more."

You shake your head. Jeongguk is understandably emotional, but you will not allow yourself to be pushed away so easily. "No. I care. You can't just—"

Jimin and Taehyung have appeared and are shouting while wrapping Yoongi in a hug. And then, in a blink, the sky is dim. It appears to be evening time, but the air holds the same oppressive heat. 

You feel disoriented from the sudden change and consider sitting down on the lime-sticky ground, but a familiar man clad in white appears before you, and you lift your head to find his head cocked, eyes watching you intently. 

"It is time," Jack says, lifting a hand and pivoting to point somewhat to the right, ahead of you.

You turn your gaze to find one of the Kim brothers rolling back the end of a large red and white tent flap and securing it so that it rests open. A black top hat on his head prevents you from telling which one he is until he lifts his head and his eyes meet yours. 

Namjoon stands clad in red and black. His gaze is soft and attentive and familiar in a way that makes your heart ache.

"Are you ready?" Jack asks. 

Trepidation fills you. "I don't know," you mutter.

Jack laughs. "Come, then," he says, placing his hand on your arm while his other hand continues to point toward the tent opening, which you can see from the periphery; your eyes are still on Namjoon. "No sense in wasting time."

You glance around and realize that Jeongguk and Yoongi are no longer standing nearby. The back of Jeongguk's head is with Jimin and Taehyung just ahead of you, in line to enter the tent, but you do not see Yoongi's tuft of dark hair with them. You attempt to look around, but the group of eager audience members has closed in on your right side, and you are unable to see past anyone.

You decide to keep up with your friends, and as you approach the entrance, Namjoon reaches a hand and takes one of yours. His warmth feels like home, and you stare at your hand in his. 

"After the show, I would like to speak with you," he says. "Come to the tent. Jack or Hoseok will show you the way."

You nod, eyes on Namjoon's hand, which gives yours a squeeze, and then lets go. As you look up, ready to ask why Namjoon wants to see you, he turns in a flash of red velvet and enters the tent ahead of you, walking briskly into the darkness on the left. You are ushered inside and to the right. 

Your group follows the familiar path by rote, along the back of tall wooden bleachers, then to the left and down a path leading to the front row, in an area where nobody else is seated. Seokjin is standing in front of the seats but on the stage floor, speaking with Hoseok, the twin in black. Jack stands on the outside of the row of seats, palm held upward, signaling where to go.

As Jimin settles, then Taehyung, and then Jeongguk, you realize there is definitely no Yoongi. The seat to your left is empty, and it is the last one in the row. You glance around, wondering whether he is off somewhere just in the distance. Perhaps, you think, he will join you once the show starts.

You turn to Jeongguk, who stares down at his open hands. His eyebrows are pinched, and he appears lost. 

"Jeongguk?" you ask, voice low and hushed.

"He just…disappeared," Jeongguk mutters.

You look around, watching as people fill the seats of the tent, then return your gaze to Jeongguk, who is unmoved. "What do you mean?"

Jeongguk blinks several times, then shakes his head in shallow movements. "I was shaking him. Telling him to say something. Anything." His voice is monotone. He almost sounds programmed to speak; emotionless. "Hoseok hyung said something to me, and I turned to look at him for only a moment, and when I turned again, Yoongi was gone. It was like he vanished into thin air."

The notion is so ridiculous, you feel your lips crack into a smile. You want to shove at Jeongguk and tell him to quit the act. "What do you mean, vanished? Your hands were on him. Didn't you feel him go?"

Jeongguk turns his gaze to you. His eyes are filled with tears, and he appears devastated. Your heart sinks at the sight of him – at the gravity of his gaze – and you tear your eyes away, to Seokjin standing about ten feet away on the stage floor watching you. 

Seokjin pulls his black top hat from his head and lowers his gaze as he bows. He wears a dark green jacket that matches Namjoon's red one, and as he stands up straight and places his hat back onto his head, he stares at you, grinning. 

The lights in the tent go out, but you continue to watch Seokjin's grin. A spotlight shines onto the center of the stage, behind Seokjin, and you want to lift your gaze and look – to confirm whether it is Namjoon standing in the spotlight – but your eyes remain glued to the devious smile before you. 

“Come one, come all!” Namjoon's voice calls, booming over the cheers and clapping of the audience. Seokjin lip-syncs along, matching Namjoon's timing perfectly. “Welcome to Carnival Bizarre! The greatest show in the world!”

A symbol crashes, piano keys pound in a cacophonic crescendo of sound, and you look up to find Namjoon standing in the spotlight, arms outstretched, with fireworks bursting and crackling up from his outstretched fingertips. 

When you look back to where Seokjin had just stood, nobody is there. You glance to the left, to the darkness of the bleachers across the path, then behind you as far as you can see, twisting this way and that, but no familiar faces greet you aside from Jeongguk, who watches ahead with tears in his eyes. 

Delicate piano music plays, and Namjoon holds his left arm out in front of him, palm downward. You see something shimmering below his hand, glinting in the spotlight, but you are unable to make out what it is.

A golden glow of light fills the area, not enough to brighten the tent, but enough to allow you to see faint shadows cast all over. They remind you of wooden drawing mannequins with rounded shapes for hands and feet, and ball joints between each limb. 

"Strings," Namjoon says, voice soft but booming in the surrounding speakers. You blink, returning your gaze to him, and you think that you can make out thick, dark strings hanging from Namjoon's fingertips that glimmer in the spotlight. Namjoon dances his fingers up and down, causing the strings to jump and sway, and you stare intently. "I control them with my movements. Small and deliberate. I make them dance."

All around, the silhouettes dance. Their legs spread strangely, and their arms jerk around, showing that they are all being controlled by strings. Your eyes move from left to right, watching the figures move, until you notice something.

To the right of Namjoon is a large dark mass. It is mostly in shadow, hard to make out, and you stare and stare until finally, you realize that it is a large piano. The music that plays throughout the space is predominantly that of a piano, and you squint and strain your eyes, trying to see whether someone is sitting before this one, but you see nobody.

"Will my lovely volunteer please join me?" Namjoon asks, and you tear your gaze back to him, then glance eagerly around the dark tent. 

A new spotlight shines behind Namjoon, just to the right, past the piano. There, a figure stands near an entrance across the way that you imagine could lead to the backstage area. The figure has short, dark hair, but his head is tilted downward. He makes you think of Yoongi.

He wears a dark blue fitted jacket with rows of gold down the front that you imagine may be frog knots – hussar style. But from this distance, feeling as high as you are, it is hard to be certain. 

"Yoongi?" Jeongguk mutters, adjusting in his seat and making you glance to your right. 

Jeongguk frowns, and you open your mouth to speak, but your attention returns to the center of the tent as piano music picks up to a medium tempo and you notice Namjoon moving his hands. 

It appears as if Namjoon is only lifting certain fingers, causing certain strings to respond. And, it appears as if with each movement, one of the legs of the volunteer moves, causing him to walk forward into the space. 

In fact, you think you can see something shimmering in long strings from the tops of the man's black shoes, from the backs of his hands, and from the crown of his head. But as your vision moves upward, the strings seem to disappear. It is some illusion, indeed. 

"Small movements are easy to control with just my fingers," Namjoon says.

He raises his right hand and seems to touch two of the strings hanging from his left. You notice the arms of the volunteer sway. The man truly appears as if he is a puppet being manned by Namjoon, and there is a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that this may not be an illusion. 

Heavy-blinking and shaking your head, you attempt to clear away the errant thoughts and focus solely on the show. Of course, the man is not really a volunteer. Clearly, this is a practiced routine between two actors. 

As the man approaches the piano at the center of the floor, it is hard not to notice all the ways in which he reminds you of Yoongi. The hair seems a little shorter – a little straighter than he had been wearing it. But his broad shoulders and large hands…his lithe waist and long legs…the resemblance is there. 

And then you remember it: the card Seokjin handed you while inside Namjoon's tent. There was a figure with dark brown hair wearing a blue jacket, and he was playing a piano. The bottom of the card read, The Fool.   

"Large movements, however…" Namjoon trails off.

The man stops just before the instrument – which you now realize is an organ. Namjoon raises his right hand at the same time his left hand makes a sudden movement, and all at once, the man lifts his head and a round curtain falls around him and the organ, causing you to gasp. 

Namjoon continues, "Large movements, I must control with my mind."

You sit up straight, holding your breath, certain that it has to be Yoongi behind that curtain. 

"This volunteer of mine is a regular man," Namjoon insists, using his right hand to lift the hat from his head and tip it as he makes a small curtsey motion, showing that he is a man of his word. A gentleman. "He has no formal training, and he has never visited this circus before. He is—"

Namjoon stands up straight and looks forward. You think, directly at you. 

"—a stranger."

There is a harshness to Namjoon's tone that is matched by a solemn note echoing throughout the tent, though you do not think it is from the organ behind the curtain. The music is soft and fleeting, arriving and dissipating for dramatic effect, likely from a soundboard backstage. 

And then, the music is gone entirely. Silence hangs, save for your heaving, anxious breaths.

"Volunteer," Namjoon says magnanimously. You and Jeongguk shift in your seats. "Play Passacaglia in D minor by Dieterich Buxtehude."

The round curtain lifts with the movement of Namjoon's hand, and sitting before you in a blue hussar jacket adorned with golden embroidery, is Yoongi. He begins his song the moment he is commanded to do so, and with the organ angled just so, you can see his hands moving over the keys. Namjoon's right hand sways in small conductor movements, up to the center and down to the side, as if keeping Yoongi's tempo.

Shimmering strings appear to jut out from Yoongi's hands and the crown of his head. You swallow thickly, watching Yoongi play, never making a single mistake, as if he has practiced this song over and over again. All around, in the periphery, you can see that the silhouetted mannequins are dancing.

Your heart is a caged animal thrumming behind your ribs. The song Yoongi plays is somewhat slow-paced, with both bright sounds and sad ones, tugging you between highs and lows, making you feel extremely unsettled. There is a sort of discordant nature to the song that strikes a deep, hollow longing inside you, as well as a sense of hopefulness. 

You wonder whether Jeongguk is as enraptured as you, feeling the same way you may, but you do not turn your gaze. You do not dare so much as blink for fear of Yoongi disappearing again.

"Faster, now," Namjoon commands, moving his hand much more quickly. Yoongi's tempo increases, matching Namjoon's movements. Although you do not take your eyes off Yoongi, it is clear that the shadows are moving faster, too. 

Lights swirl, and there is something like glitter sparkling in the air, threatening to distract you, but you do not fall prey to the petty tricks of the illusionist. You sit on the edge of your seat, elbows digging hard into your upper thighs, mouth dry and hung open, and you watch intently.

"That's it," Namjoon says, speeding his movements again. "Faster, now! Faster!" 

Although you can still hear the song that was playing earlier – can still make out the familiar modular rhythm and predict each sound that comes next – it is harsh and cacophonic. Dizzying. At last, you blink and lick your lips. Your shoulders are tense and raised, and you breathe slowly, nearly holding your breath.

Around you, the shadows are tangled and chaotic, and it is impossible not to avert your gaze whenever a head rolls or a limb snaps. You think you hear wood splintering and cracking, and although Yoongi is made of flesh and bone, you worry for him.

Namjoon shouts, "Enough!" and uses the fingers of his right hand shaped like scissors to cut beneath his left hand, where strings would be hanging from his fingertips. 

Yoongi falls limp and the song ends in an abrupt crash as his hands and forehead meet the keys. You gasp. Beside you, Jeongguk stands up from his seat.

The round curtain falls over Yoongi and the organ, and the spotlight cuts out, leaving just the one on Namjoon glowing. There are no silhouettes on the walls.

All around you, shimmering silver strings fall like snow from the ceiling, landing on your hair and in your lap, draping over your limbs and creating a sort of mist that obfuscates the stage just long enough for everything but Namjoon to disappear. 

Jeongguk looks as if he is about to jump over the shin-high wooden railing and down onto the floor in search of his boyfriend. He grumbles and fights with Taehyung, who appears to be holding him in place and muttering something low and angry. 

On the stage, Namjoon lifts both arms, which are covered in silver strings, and he bows. The audience stands, claps, and cheers. You feel glued to your seat. 

Upbeat organ music plays and the lights come up, but it is only when Hoseok appears clad in black before you, that you move. You heavy-blink, eyes struggling to take in the brightness of the overhead lighting while silver glitters all around you. The air feels heavy and oppressive, and you are suddenly eager to leave.

"Kim Namjoon would love to see the two of you," Hoseok says, eyes trailing between Jeongguk and you. Then he glances further past Jeongguk, to Taehyung and Jimin, adding, "If you don't mind."

You neither hear nor see their responses. Hoseok steps over the wooden railing and walks past you along the path, leading the way. Jeongguk walks without waiting for you, slamming into your right and causing you to trip as you twist to follow. Then he wraps his arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides and steadying you, causing you to flush hot from head to toe. 

Hoseok does not wait, and you hurry ahead, yanking from Jeongguk's arms to make your way along the path. Rather than turning right, to the entrance, he turns left. You follow Hoseok into the darkness, around the inner perimeter of the tent, toward an opening from which a red light glows. 

Your stomach churns, and you swallow the trepidation that builds and builds. Behind you, Jeongguk mutters, "Where are we going?" but you do not have the answer, so you pay him no mind and continue forward. 

Before you can worry further, Namjoon appears in the doorway. His gaze is soft and inviting, causing your worry to dissipate. As if being pulled on a leash, you hurry to him, stopping only when the toes of your shoes meet the tips of his. 

Namjoon looks at you with reverence, smiling softly. Then he looks past you, expression painted over with something more neutral and polite. He nods to Jeongguk, then pivots to walk into the red light. 

"This way," he says, leading you through a hallway to the wall of the tent, which he reaches for and pulls away, revealing the outside world, which is still somewhat dim and feels like the evening. There is another tent opening just across from this one, which Namjoon steps inside of, pausing in its entryway to wait for you and Jeongguk.

You turn in time to see Namjoon pull the tent flap down. You watch as it seemingly disappears and becomes the tent wall; no seams or hems giving its edge away.

"I have something that the two of you must see," Namjoon says, walking toward his desk on the right side. You realize that in the past, you have entered on the opposite end of the tent, and you gaze around at the newfound view, taking in the trunks and clothing to the left, the piles of books to the right, the bed just ahead.

"Where is Yoongi?" Jeongguk insists, walking past you to Namjoon. Jeongguk stands up straight, squaring his shoulders, and you notice a tremor in his balled fists. 

Namjoon appears unfazed and simply blinks at Jeongguk before belatedly offering him a friendly smile. 

"Yoongi is safe. Once he is finished backstage, you will see him again."

"Finished with what?" Jeongguk demands, chest heaving. "What is he doing back there?"

Namjoon turns to face you and lifts a hand, beckoning you forward. You had not realized you stopped walking about halfway, and you slowly make your way toward the two of them, each step feeling heavy. 

You approach and round the desk somewhat, putting the bed behind you, keeping it from view. The bed brings back flashes of Seokjin's hypnosis show and cause your cheeks to burn hot, so you do your best to tamp the images down. Jeongguk stands to your right, anger pouring from him as he waits for a response.

"Take this, ducky," Namjoon says. "Peer into this mirror and tell me what you see."

Sound becomes fuzzy, and you lean forward as Namjoon lifts a mirror from his desk and holds it out to you, cradling it carefully in both hands. It is an oval hand mirror with an ornate brass frame and handle. 

You take the mirror in both hands, gripping it tightly around the handle while the fingertips of your left hand cradle the back. At first, you only see your face. But then, you see something in the reflection behind you, hanging from the ceiling.

Pale limbs are wrapped in bright red rope. The patterns and knots appear artistically done.

"Rope," you mutter, squinting and tilting the mirror past your own face. For a split second, you glance over your shoulder, expecting to see the suspended visitor, but all you see is an empty space beside Namjoon's bed.

Looking at the mirror again, you hold it so close that your breath fogs the glass. You think that you can see dark hair hanging on one side, and pale feet on the other. Once again, the figure you see reminds you of Yoongi. 

"Is that…a body?"

"Yours?" Namjoon asks.

You shake your head. "Not mine."

"Interesting," he says. "Good. This is good."

You look up, over the edge of the mirror, to Namjoon. Silver strings hang from your hair and glimmer over your eyes, and you think about pale limbs wrapped in red rope – about the snowfall of silver strings inside the tent. 

His gaze is on you, and there is an easy smile on his lips. You tilt your head, asking, "What is it?"

Namjoon watches you, eyes slowly darting back and forth as if taking you in and deciding what to say. His soft, familiar gaze returns and your body yearns for him. Curiosity and arousal simmer through you, and you cannot help but stare directly into his dark brown eyes – sharp as a dragon's but deep as the sea.

"Try as I may to weave the strands together in any order I wish," Namjoon responds, lips down turning to a gentle frown, "you are the one who chooses the order of the strands. I am merely a conduit."

Namjoon's words roll over you in a tall, slow wave. They crash, covering you and breaking around your feet, only to dissipate into nothing. He is speaking in sentences you should be able to parse easily – uses phrases that some part of you understands. 

But you know that there must be a deeper meaning, and that part of you who you are certain knows what that meaning is, feels buried, somehow, and all you can do is blink owlishly and mutter, "Huh?"

Namjoon laughs a soft quiet sound that dies in his mouth but twists his lips into a beautiful, genuine smile. You stare, confused as ever, waiting for some sort of explanation. 

"Jeongguk," Namjoon says instead, reaching for the mirror and taking it from your grasp. 

You feel caught in a daze as you allow the mirror to be taken, putting up no resistance. Your arms fall limply to your sides.

Jeongguk does not handle the mirror with care. Rather, he grips it on both sides, thumbs digging into the glass as he peers into it. At first, he appears angry and impatient. But then his eyes widen with fear, and his hands begin to shake. 

"Jeongguk?" you ask, stepping forward. 

Jeongguk shakes harder, his grip on the mirror turning his fingers white. You reach for it, but stop your movement when you hear the sharp sound of the glass cracking.

Namjoon lets out a sigh and says, "Oh, dear."

You glance from Namjoon to Jeongguk and notice a jagged red line opening across Jeongguk's forehead, over the bridge of his nose, and down to his cheek. Jeongguk gasps, lets out a crazed shout, and opens his hands. 

"This is no good," Namjoon says as the mirror crashes to the floor. 

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Pairing: OT7 x f.reader

Genre: Zombie!ApocalypseAU, horror

“You saved my life, the least I could do is save yours.”

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For years, conspiracists have done their best to predict the end of the world. However, no one could've guessed that this is how it would happen. There were no signs. No warnings at all. Not a single soul had time to prepare for the beginning of the end.

It seemed like by the snap of a finger, everything that you've ever known was suddenly gone and you weren't sure how much more you could take of it. Waiting it out just wasn't an option and you were right on the edge of giving up. You had given up. That is until you heard him. Another lost soul, just trying to find his way back home. You saved his life, and now he was hell-bent on saving yours.

It was kind of ironic. You'd given up on yourself and then a complete stranger refused to give up on you. But what happens when that one complete stranger turns into seven? What happens when you dedicate your life to making sure that they get their "happy ending"?

We've all hoped that when our time inevitably comes that we'd be able to spend it peacefully with our loved ones. However, that turned out to be a luxury that most could not afford. You thought that maybe you'd all find it within each other...that maybe despite the world burning in flames, you'd all be at peace when it turned to ash.

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horror shorts (공포 단편)

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KIM NAMJOON (김남준)

it took him a week to find where you keep your wifi password. he was worried you’d thrown it away, but there it was in the cutlery drawer of all places. everything about the way you organized things confused him. maybe because you lived on your own, you just put things wherever and however. he knew there was someone else before, he heard you talking about him on the phone. jin? seokjin? anyway, he knew you said it was tough being alone. but you weren't alone, of course. you had him.

there was a crack in your roof where he could see down onto the street below. the roof was small, but he liked his places cramped. he even stuffed a few things up there to make it smaller (just bits and pieces from the recycling, he didn’t think you’d miss them). he could sit with his face against the wall and see down onto the street. that’s where he saw you meeting up with all those people wearing all black. it would've been weird anyway because you never meet anyone, but they were all rubbing your back and holding your hand. he was scared you were going to bring them in but you just went off together.

it really explained a lot that there was someone else before him. like the fact you had two sets of drawers in your bedroom, or how you lived in such a big house all by yourself, and did weird things like leave the password in the cutlery drawer or watch the same show all day on a weekend.

he wasn't one to talk, mind you. he was addicted to his toys. like the cigarette lighter that was fun to flick on and off, or the tube that had all the patterns in you could change. he could look down that thing for hours. he often has. that was what he normally did when you were home. or he just sat back and listened to you do the washing or run a shower or something like that. he crawlled up the walls and hung there with his ear to the pipes, listening to the water rushing by. that kind of thing made him happy. plus you never had anyone around so once he got your schedule memorized, he could move around as much as he needed.

he knew what you had. it was a symbiotic relationship. that meant you helped him by giving me a place to sleep and wifi, and he helped you by eating all the spiders. of course, there was no need to thank him. he fell asleep under the towels in your airing cupboard once (before he found the roof) and he saw you trying to get rid of one that was living under your sink with a broom. he had never seen so much fuss in his entire life. but it made no difference to him how many legs something has, so he just ate them up whenever he found one, and any other thing that made its way into the house without permission.

he tried not take too much food either. he found he could usually survive off the things you left out, or throw away. like the banana skins you tended to throw out. he never needed too much food to get by. he really, really liked butter though. not to eat so much as just to play with. you once left a block out by the window in the sun and it went all melty while you were at work, so he started playing with it. once he’d stuck his finger in once it was hard to stop. he had it looking like a puddle by the end. but then, he realized it was six and you’d be home soon, so he had to press it back into a rectangle as best he could. but then, he heard you opening the door. boy was he startled. he went into the cupboard under the stairs (the one you never went in as it was full of men’s shoes and coats) and he watched you come in through the doorway. but then came the weird part: you didn’t even notice the butter. all you did was make a cup of tea and then give up halfway through and start crying. then you ordered a chinese and barely ate any before throwing it away. that was what he meant about your weird habits.

you cooked dinner the other evening. he noticed because you played music, which you never did, and you made something with took almost an hour and a half with about a thousand ingredients. he crept down to the top of the staircase and he could see you bouncing around doing moves with the spoon. it was so funny, he had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing. then he saw something that had him scared. you’d laid two places at the table.

he thought there was someone else in the house and climbed all the way up to the ceiling thinking they’d see him. as he was hanging there, he saw you serving two plates and he couldn’t move for the panic. another person. he just knew he wouldn’t like them as much as you. that they'd ruin everything and make him go all crazy like he used to be. he didn't know what to do. he was ready to hurt them.

then you sat down. you lit the candle on the table and started eating by yourself. nobody else showed up, and after you were done you took the other food and threw it away. even though he was relieved, he felt kind of bad that the other person never showed up. you didn’t seem sad, though. it was like you’d expected it to just be you. after you went to bed, he went through the bin and ate some of the food you threw away. it was delicious.

he knew something was wrong the next day because you didn’t leave for work, and then you ran a bath in the middle of the afternoon. after you’d been in there for ages and ages, he started to get this horrible bad feeling. he crawled down to the landing. the bathroom door was open a crack, so he peeked through. he saw your hand. it was hanging, not in a natural way, and there was this long red line going down it and then he realized.

he ran back upstairs. he was a coward. he hid under his pile of stuff and started to cry. he thought about running away. he thought about the color a pink bathmat went when it was covered in blood. he thought about how much he wanted to be somewhere else. but most of all, he thought about you, and how little sense you make. he was sorry he had lit your roof on fire.

it was the only way he could think to get people to come. it actually worked better than expected. he ran down to the cupboard under the stairs and curled up with his hands over his head until he heard them kick the door down and carry you out. there was a lot of confusion and bad language, but they found you and he heard one say you were still breathing.

so, his favorite place in the whole world was gone now. most of his things as well, though he did think to grab the pattern tube. the rest was just a big black wig on top of your house. but he wasn't scared. you’d get better, and when you came back, he’d still be here. he didn't think it was nice to be alone.

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KIM SEOKJIN (김석진)

“hey,” the masculine voice called out.

you told yourself you were just imagining it.

“hey sweetheart,” the masculine voice repeated.

you drew youe knees up to your chest and ducked your head under the blanket, trying to shut out the voice and the cold wind that drifted in through the window, ruffling the curtains. it was as if you were a little girl again, but you weren't. “who are you?” you asked.

“the monster underneath your bed,” the voice replied.

“you’re real?” you asked.

“what do you mean?” he said. “of course i’m real.”

“do you have a name?” you asked.

“of course i have a name, kim seokjin.”

“kim seokjin?”

“yeah,” he said. “something wrong with that?”

“no,” you said. “it’s just not very monster-like.”

“well, my parents didn’t want me to be a monster.”

“really? what did they want you to be?”

“a lawyer.”

“that’s funny,” you said. in fact, you could feel yourself beginning to smile.

“what do your parents want you to be?” he asked.

“dunno, hey jin?”

“yeah?”

“aren’t you gonna scare me or something?”

“why would i do that?”

“you’re a monster, aren’t you?”

“of course, but that doesn’t mean that i scare girls.”

“i thought that was your job.”

“it is my job to scare people,” he responded. “bad people.”

“am i a bad person?” you asked.

“no,” he said, “but you’re not the one i’m here to scare.”

“who are you here to scare?” you asked.

“the man in your closet.”

the skin on your arms went numb. you wanted to ask him what he meant, but you fell silent as you heard a rustling come from the closet. the closet door creaked open, and you could hear footsteps coming towards you across the bedroom floor. you didn’t dare peek out of the blanket. the footsteps stopped, and you could hear heavy breathing next to your head, so you squeezed your eyes tight. the warm sanctuary of the blanket disappeared as it was yanked off you.

you hugged your arms around your knees and prepared for the worst. a scream shattered the night air, followed by the sound of breaking glass. you opened your eyes to take a peek, only to see a knife lying on the carpet next to your bed, blade glinting in the moonlight. your parents rushed into the room and asked you what had happened, but you didn’t know what to say, only that someone had been hiding in your closet and they’d jumped out the window.

your parents called the police and they came right away. they picked up a man called jackson wang sprinting through the streets a couple blocks away. he was covered in blood and broken glass. they found jackson’s car abandoned on your property, and inside they found duct tape, knives, gloves and a video camera.

from what you heard, jackson’s lawyer employed an insanity defense, and he was currently incarcerated in a state mental facility for the criminally insane. you never heard from seokjin again, but the officer who arrested jackson told you that he slept on the floor of the facility.

he told the doctors that he was terrified of seokjin, the monster under his bed.

MIN YOONGI (민윤기)

do not speak of this sheet to any passenger. you are the only human on this flight. 

check the time on your phone after reading this sheet. all rules will apply based on the time of your phone. 

during the first hour of the flight, do not talk to anyone. people may try to talk to you, but ignore them completely.

during the second hour of the flight, you may start talking again, but if anyone mentions the window, do not look outside the window under any circumstances.

if you hear a child crying in the cabin, immediately run to the bathroom.

during the third hour of the flight, the captain will make an announcement. follow the instructions.

during the fourth hour of the flight, do not sit in your seat.

if you make it past the fourth hour, you will need to spend the rest of the flight evading the chaser. you will know who the chaser is when you see them.

he re-read the rules again while chuckling. did they give one of those to every passenger, or was he somehow randomly chosen for this prank? he checked the time on my phone just to humour the list. 7:13am.

that would be the first hour of the flight. suddenly, a young man walked over to his seat and sat right beside him. he gave him a casual side glance and saw that he was carrying what looked to be a laptop bag. “great,” yoongi thought, “he’ll work on whatever he’s doing and leave me alone for the flight”

the man didn’t even bother to exchange a single word with him as he settled down in his seat and put on his seatbelt. he stared straight ahead and completely avoided him. yoongi let him be and started to fiddle with his flight console. some people just liked to be left alone. 

soon enough, the captain made an announcement of the plane starting and the steady hum of the plane engines started to vibrate the entire cabin. the plane started to accelerate until the g-force pushed him into his seat. moments later, he felt the plane rising into the air. he wasn't typically scared of flights, but getting on a flight always made him a bit queasy. this time though, his stomach was in knots, and beads of sweat were running down his forehead. his instincts told him he was stepping into grave danger, but he dismissed his thoughts.

the young man on his left suddenly tapped on his shoulder. he jolted up like he’d just been electrocuted. even through his jacket, the man's hand felt cold. cold and heavy, like a dead person’s hand. 

he turned around and faced the young man. his face seemed, wrong. you know how those realistic human robots could creep people out because of how close to human they were, yet subconsciously we could tell that they weren’t human? that man was giving him that same unsettling feeling and his facial features were just artificial in a way he couldn’t place. maybe it was his eyes. a little too big, the pupils abnormally dilated. or maybe it was his nose, not exactly in the center of his face. or perhaps it was his mouth, lips way too thin and long. he didn’t look obnoxiously fake. in fact, it was those very subtle blemishes in his facial features that made him look like something trying to look like a human. and then he spoke.

his voice was normal. upon hearing his voice, the man seemed to look normal too and yoongi thought he was just freaking out for no reason. “do you wear headphones?” he asked

that was a weird question to ask. sid he want headphones? yoongi was about to open my mouth to speak when he spoke again. 

“how would you feel if i cut your hand off right now?”

what was disturbing wasn’t the nature of the question itself, but the fact that he spoke in such a calm manner. it was as if he was asking him how his day was. suddenly, his mind went to the list of rules that he had subconsciously been squeezing in his hand. the first rule said to not talk to anyone on the flight no matter how much they tried to talk to you. he decided to ignore the man.

he stopped pestering yoongi and returned to work on his laptop. when he looked over at his laptop, he gasped at what he saw on his screen. 

he had a photo of yoongi on his screen. that’s it. nothing else, just a full screen photo of him. before he could process that properly, he looked over at his keyboard and noticed that it wasn’t a standard keyboard. in fact, it really wouldn’t even count as a keyboard. it was made up of oddly shaped keys, all marked with strange letters that he doubt existed. the man continued to stare intently at the photo of me on his screen. it was then that yoongi realized that the list of rules wasn't a joke. suddenly, a flight attendant popped out of nowhere. 

“sir, is this man bothering you?”

“yes he is,” he replied before his voice caught up in his throat. 

in under a second, everyone in the cabin snapped their heads around until they were staring directly at him. their faces, they all looked wrong. inhumane. slowly, their long thin lips curled into wide smiles, and red tears started to roll down their faces. 

JUNG HOSEOK (정호석)

looks like you’re using a new device. please verify your identity with the following security questions.

he hated answering those questions. he resentfully clicked, “ok.”

what was the name of your childhood best friend?

hoseok's hands hovered over the keyboard. two people came to mind—kim namjoon and min yoongi. he hadn’t talked to them in years, but considered them best friends back then. he couldn’t remember which he’d entered when he made the account, so he started with namjoon.

incorrect answer.

this was precisely why he hated these questions. he tried yoongi.

incorrect answer.

he tried first and last names. nicknames. surnames only. each time, the same message popped up: incorrect answer. he sat there, confused, staring at the screen. skip this question, he clicked, finally. but the next question had him even more confused.

what was the name of your high school?

“hanyang cyber university,” he entered.

incorrect answer.

how? frowning, he entered “hanyang cyber university,” “cyber university of hanyang.” every permutation of “hanyang” and “university” he could think of. anything that it could possibly be. but each time, those two words popped up, burning into his brain. incorrect answer.

skip this question, he clicked, and the next question popped up.

do you remember now, hoseok?

he jolted back from the screen. what the hell? his heart pounded and he suddenly felt dizzy. faint. he wiped at his face, feeling the walls closing in. then, he blinked. no. that’s not what it said. he misread it. he reread the sentence:

did you receive a text just now, hoseok?

we’re going to try to verify your account a different way. enter the verification code we sent to (XXX)-XXX-1539...

everything was fine. he picked up his phone and began tapping at the screen—then, jerked his fingers back. what was that? something wet and dark coated the glass, sticking to his fingertips. he wiped the phone off against his shirt, grimacing, and opened the text. fingers shaking, he slowly entered the code into the site.

thank you, hoseok. you’re all set!

he stood up, stretched, and walked towards the kitchen. he needed a drink after all this. after rummaging in the pantry for a few minutes, he pulled out a bottle of soju and poured himself a shot.

as he tipped his head back to down it, he saw the blood.

so much blood, pooling out from something unseen in the family room. his heart beat painfully in my chest as he crept forward. a body. face down. his jean pocket was turned inside-out, and strewn across the carpet were his wallet, his keys. no phone. trembling, he reached for the wallet and pulled out a driver’s license. the first name jumped out at him.

HOSEOK

he reached into his own pocket and pulled out his wallet. but he already knew the truth, now. he wasn’t hoseok. he never was.

he glanced over at his laptop, and the phone, sitting next to it. the bank’s account homepage, filling the screen, showing thousands of dollars ready to be transferred.

he’d done this.

he remembered, now.

PARK JIMIN (박지민)

every night on his walk home from work, jimin listened to true crime podcasts. even though his favorite podcast already released their episode for this week, the app said there was a new one. excited, he let it play.

“it was a nice city—the kind that has mom and pop shops lining the street, the kind where everyone knew your name. but little did the residents know that they would soon be rocked by a horrible crime.”

he stopped at a traffic light. the red glowed in the darkness, glinting off the wet street. a black suv sloshed by. across from him, eerie blue refrigerator lights glowed from inside a corner deli. the chairs all up on their tables, feet in the air. the signal turned to WALK.

“that chilly september evening was no different for the young student. he'd left his shift at the local store and walked back home, except he never made it home.”

young student. local store. damn, this was hitting close to home. he was a part-time student at seoul community college, and worked at the local convenience store. and, of course, he was walking home. he glanced behind him—looking at the alleyway behind the barbeque place, which was dark except for the neon light spilling from the sign.

“his girlfriend reported him missing the next day. the town conducted a volunteer-led search, and after two days, they found something.” dread formed in hiw stomach, anticipating “a body,” but what he heard next was so, so much worse.

“washed up on the shore of seokchon lake, they found a pair of size 9 red converse sneakers.”

he stopped. and looked down at my red converse sneakers, damp from the rain. what the hell? his heart began to pound.

“the shoes were sent to a forensic analyst, who would compare its wear pattern to another pair of his shoes to try and determine if they belonged to the victim.”

a rumbling sound made him jump. he turned, to see a dark suv turning left at the intersection. didn't he see that car a few minutes ago? maybe it was following him, and—

the car passed him and disappeared into the darkness.

come on, jimin. get a grip. converse were popular sneakers. a little out of fashion, but still. 9 was a common men's shoe size. and what college student didn't have some sort of a job? come on.

“after a few weeks, the results came back. the analyst was certain: the shoes belonged to none other than park jimin.”

the blood drained from his face.

park jimin.

his name.

he didn't have time to think. he forced himself to move. he broke into a run. the small shops turned into a colorful blur.

“searching the lake came up empty. without a body, a crime is hard to solve. but police didn't give up. and finally, a witness came forward: someone had seen a car parked at the lake that night, around 2 am. a black suv with tinted windows.”

he whipped around. the street was empty. no people, no cars. no witnesses, said the little voice in the back of his mind, the one that’s watched way too many true crime shows. his eyes scanned the shops. all closed.

“there were six black suv's matching the witness’s description in the area. but one of them, in particular, caught detective lee’s eye. it belonged to jo heemin, a registered sex offender.”

the sound was so soft he almost didn’t hear it over the voice of the podcast. he whipped around—and there it was. two blaring-white headlights behind him. coming from a black suv.

he forced his legs to pump faster. the car didn't speed up; it crawled along, slowly, taking its time. like the driver knew he could catch him, no matter what. he glanced back, trying to make him out behind the darkened windshield—but the headlights were too bright to see anything.

“he wasn’t just a registered sex offender. he’d been convicted of assaulting a men he worked with, who were on the skinnier side and had short, light hair, just like jimin.”

the car crawled down the road. stalking him, like a lioness stalked her prey. he veered left, onto his dark residential street. just a few more steps.

headlights flashed across him, illuminating my running shadow on the pavement. he didn't look back. he just ran, as fast as he possibly could. the little brown house with the yellow shutters came into view. he sprinted across the grass, grabbing his keys from his pocket. click. he threw the door open, and slammed it shut behind him.

then, he turned the deadbolt, collapsed against the door, and began crying. he heard the rush of the car passing his house, continuing down the road. but he wasn't safe—you weren't home yet. he was alone, in a dark house, with someone driving down the street who knew exactly where he lived. still sobbing, he checked all the locks. then, he called you, who assured him you were five minutes away.

he made his way down the dark hallway and headed into the bathroom. then, he set his phone on the counter, grabbed a clump of tissues, and began to blow his nose. click.

he jumped. whipped around.

but it wasn't coming from outside the door. his phone's screen lit up, the podcast was still playing. he must have hit it when he put the phone down. it had skipped several minutes forward, according to the play indicator.

“what do you think happened to jimin?” the baritone voice asked. he reached for it, to turn it off.

“well, he'd told me he wanted to run away before.” he stopped dead.

it was your voice. clear as day, coming from the speakers.

“he did? why?” the voice asked.

“he wasn't happy with his grades, his job, his parents. he told me sometimes he'd dream of just moving to some random country and leaving it all behind.”

he froze, staring at the mirror. he never said that. never. you—were lying?

“i mean, that was hurtful to me as his girlfriend, you know? i thought we were gonna get married someday. but apparently he didn't feel the same way.”

his heart pounded in his ears.

“so you think he just skipped town, and is happily living his life out somewhere else? rather than being abducted or murdered?”

a pause.

“yes. that’s exactly what i think.”

KIM TAEHYUNG (김태형)

it was as you were sitting alone, again, at night that you realized you needed to change something. this wasn't a life you wanted: children. but you loved taehyung and you knew know somin was his world, so you tried to accept it. you tried. she was cautious though and, despite your best efforts, you never bonded as taehyung hoped you would.  

he popped his head out of somin's room after bedtime stories to tell you that she was feeling scared and he was going to stay with her until she fell asleep. you both knew he would fall asleep too, and you would eat dinner and go to bed alone again.

you decided to make a plan. and you knew it sounded awful, but you’d never agreed to living like this. 

he'd be devasted. he'd miss her. but one day, he'd get over it and then you could live out the rest of your lives together and unburdened. you could travel. taehyung wouldn't have to work so hard to pay for her inhalers. it was the only path forward you could see. you would become enough for him. 

you wouldn't kill her. you weren't a monster. all it would take was a phone call. you bought a burner phone and everything.

the following day, you added extra-strength cough syrup to somin's juice so she would sleep through any commotion. she said it tasted funny, but she was a good girl and drank it at your insistence.

when taehyung asked why she seemed off, you did my best to reassure him she was just tired. for a moment, you considered calling it off, but you could see the light at the end of the tunnel so clearly now.

after somin's bedtime, when taehyung left for a night shift, you arranged the drop at namsan park. at this hour, it should be empty.

you wrapped somin in her blanket and loaded her into the car. your mind kept replaying directions to namsan park, though you’d been there a hundred times.

you made it halfway down the farm’s driveway when a sound from the backseat made your stomach churn. in the rearview you saw somin, still asleep, but her breathing was labored. you forgot her inhaler.

the need wasn’t immediate but you couldn’t risk it. you left the car running and raced back inside. when you returned to the driver’s seat, the air felt different. an unease washed over you.   

“where do you think you're going?” taehyung's voice, a chilling mix of rage and betrayal, came from the backseat. you froze as a shiver ran up your spine. the wire felt cold against your neck for a split second before taehyung pulled it tight.

as you felt your life slipping away, your mind drifted to somin's parents. like the rest of the world, you'd seen them on the news a lot over the last several months. 

how long would they wait at namsan park?

they were so hopeful they'd see their little girl again.

JEON JUNGKOOK (전정국)

jungkook's wife went missing six months ago. you went out to work one day and never came home. it was a horrible shock to the whole neighbourhood, because things like that just didn't happen in your little slice of suburbia. the police launched an investigation, and the neighbourhood watch sent out search parties, but no one ever found any evidence to indicate what had happened to you. your families were devastated. recently, the missing posters have been taken down or papered over. the updates from the police became less frequent and dwindled away. jungkook accepted that, hard as it was to admit, you weren't coming back.

until you did.

a week ago, jungkook was in the back garden watering his petunias, when he heard the garden gate creak open. he jerked his head in that direction and, there you were. exactly the same as you were the day you disappeared. he was in shock. your families had mourned for you, and yet there you were, standing in your garden like you had just popped out for milk or something. when he asked where you had been, you said you didn't know. you couldn’t remember anything about the last six months.

all your family and friends are beside themselves with joy. they almost couldn't believe it. but that was the thing: he didn't believe it.

your families would never believe him, and he couldn’t go to the police unless he want to end up in a straightjacket. but he just knew that the woman sleeping next to him wasn't his wife. he didn't know what to do. he knew he should've been happy, but he wasn't. he was terrified. he didn’t know much about anything supernatural or paranormal, he didn't even like watching horror movies. but something about it all made his skin crawl.

the morning after you came home, he made you a cup of tea. when he handed it to him, you gave him the brightest smile. then, you took a sugar cube from the dish on the table and dropped it into the cup. your house was in chaos with your return, and jungkook was still in shock, so he didn't think much of it at the time, but it had been replaying in his mind ever since. he knew it didn't sound very significant, but you never put sugar in your tea.

then, it was the golf. a few days ago, when you was out visiting your mom, jungkook recorded a golf tournament that was showing. it was one of your favourite golfers that was competing, and you never missed it. once, you even skipped out on an anniversary dinner just to watch a championship. only, when you came home from your parents' and he told you what he'd done, you just seemed unbothered. you said thanks and everything, and then you asked if he wanted to get dinner. you didn't even watch it, and that was just out of character for you.

the final nail in the coffin, proverbially speaking, was jinyoung. just this morning, he came knocking on your door. his excuse was the tray of brownies he carried, but jungkook thought he just wanted to push his way into your morning so that he could see for herself what the situation was. after he left, jungkook called him a nosy busybody. you laughed, kissed his head, and agreed with him. that was when he knew for sure that it couldn't really be you. you always used to get mad whenever he insulted jinyoung, like he didn't have any right to hate him even though he'd been fucking his wife for years. but today there was none of that. he didn’t even try to defend her.

but you know why jungkook was dead certain that woman wasn't his wife? you didn't have a scar. if you were really her, you'd have a scar on the side of your forehead shaped like the golf club he hit you with. but there was nothing. not a mark. honestly, he was close to going out tonight and digging up his petunias, just to make sure you were still under there.

✧.*

[yoongsisbae]

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea - Chapter 5

A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters.

BTS fantasy AU. OT7 x reader. werewolf!Namjoon x werewolf!Hoseok x werewolf!Jungkook x siren!Yoongi x vampire!Jimin x vampire!Jin x whatis?Taehyung.

Hi there, sorry I've been, how you say, being crushed under the weight of my responsibilities, soul-draining capitalism, and the oppressive state of the world. Anyways enjoy cause I'm really trying here :') <3

Warnings: smut, reader manipulation, blood-drinking cause vampire things, underwater sexy time, orgasm also in the water, wolfy cuddles, an awkward sope throuple :P

Word count: 5k

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“You need to explain everything to Namjoon,” he looks at you, his leader will know what to do.

“We need to find Jimin-”

“What?!”

You stand up, remembering the last moments before falling into the portal and your desperate attempt to escape.  

“Jimin’s the only one who can stop Taehyung! He just has to remember.”

“Remember what?” Yoongi looks up at you intrigued.

“His life before…he…” You hold your head, thinking back to your escape and excruciating pain you went through. The helplessness you felt once you went through the portal and again once you had time traveled back.

The explosion, the fighting.

It was all so much to remember, you stumble back into your chair. 

“What if Jimin did something to her…mind?” Hoseok whispers to the merman. 

“No! I- Hold on, just give me a minute,” you groan. It was hard to think of Jimin and not think of the torture he put you through, remembering every broken bone and bruise he inflicted upon you. You shuddered at the memories. 

You try not to cry, but your body shook and tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat as you choked down a sob.

“You need to rest,” Yoongi says anxiously, standing up, “Rest now, y/n.”

Hoseok caught you before you fell out of your chair, falling asleep. The pair look at each other, both lost on how to help you.

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Seokjin drank from you, holding your body in his lap, arms secure around your waist.

“Jin?” 

Seokjin licks your wounds as he pulls away, making you shudder as his tongue rolls over the sensitive skin on the side of your throat. “Yes Dove?”

After feeding time was when Seokjin was the most agreeable. You were able to make tiny requests, get your bathtub back, eat your meals next to Taehyung’s door instead of in the dining room with the others. You decided to test your luck on the vampire once more.

“What did Taehyung do?” you ask softly, looking towards the door.

Seokjin continues to lick your blood off his lips, placing a languid kiss on your shoulder. “You and Taehyung have become very close, why don’t you ask him?”

You have. So many times. He dodges every question you ask, only reiterating how untrustworthy the pair of vampires are, how unfairly he is being treated. “You were friends, what happened? You and Namjoon too…” you trail off as you think back to Seokjin’s memory of the group sitting and laughing all together.

By his silence you wonder if you’ve upset the vampire, but he remains as unperturbed as ever. “Well, if you let me in, I could show you why.” His hand rests on your neck, pushing your chin backwards onto his shoulder.

You frown, it’s a trick and you know it, but even if you wanted to it was impossible.

You don’t really know why or how you can reject his pull, but ever since that night Jimin showed you how truly heartless he could be, Seokjin’s powers stopped working on you.

“I just don’t understand why he’s chained. Did he do something…horrible?” you swallow, tilting your head to look up at the vampire. Seokjin uses the opportunity to kiss you, a slow teasing peck.

His kisses have become much more affectionate now, his caresses much more pleasant. But still, you thought of Taehyung and the warmth he emitted in his embraces and you began to wish for that instead, feeling guilty.

“He did.”

You hear a large booming noise, it sounds like it’s somewhere below you. Seokjin chuckles softly to himself as you shift against him. “But we’ve all done horrible things.” He stands up, lifting you in his arms.

“Y/n, the powers we have can be…difficult to handle at times. The chains are for Taehyung’s benefit.” He stares into your eyes, “You don’t believe me,” Seokjin states, noticing your clenched jaw.  

“I don’t know what to believe.” He drops you on your bed. “I know I’m a prisoner here, like him,” you look away from Seokjin again, crossing your arms over your body.

The vampire looks down at you with a soft expression, hand pulling your chin to look at him once more. “I’m sorry you feel that way. I’ll let you rest.”

Seokjin turns but you stop him, holding onto his hand. His company was far better than spending the night alone, vulnerable to Jimin visiting you instead. “No- Stay?” you stutter, turning your head instinctively, hoping to entice the older vampire.

Seokjin lies down, making himself comfortable beside you and you rest your head on his chest. There is silence where his heartbeat should be. You tap your fingers over his heart. “Is there anything you can tell me about Taehyung?” you ask softly.

“We all learned to be resourceful, we knew how to hide in the shadows to get the things we needed, but Taehyung...” Seokjin sighs, “He never liked it, he loved being the center of attention. He is quite charming, yes?” he teases you. “When we were all together, indulging in the nightlife, he and Jimin could draw in a crowd like that,” Seokjin smiles. “You saw, how Jimin was...mesmerizing.” 

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You awake, fur heavy around your body. You touch soft ears twitching under your fingertips. “Hoseok,” you croak out. His tail swishes around quickly now that you’re awake.

“Cute,” you whisper, burying your head in fur. Daylight fills the small hut. “Where’s Yoongi?” you ask, looking around for the merman. The large wolf lets out a low ruff. 

“I don’t understand you,” you laugh tiredly. He rolls his body up, large paws tucked underneath him. You hug his auburn nape, on the border of sleep again. “Don’t go,” you whisper, regretfully remembering Hoseok’s pleas to you when Seokjin relived the memory with you decoding his barks and howls. 

Hoseok lays his large snout on your pillow, letting out a short huff. Hoseok wasn’t going to leave you, he was just going to find a place to transform back to human. You want to understand him, don’t you? He swishes his tail, knocking it into your legs.

You pet his head, relaxing again. His large brown eyes look over to you confusedly before he closes them, reassuring you he was going to stay. 

It’s only a short while before you wake again, this time with strong arms wrapped around you. This time Hoseok answers you preemptively. “Yoongi is searching the island for signs of Jimin and Jin,” he says.

“Oh, okay,” you say surprised. You stay silent in each other’s embrace. “Hoseok?” You look down at his bare chest pressed up against you, “Are…y-you naked?”

“W-Well, you wouldn’t let me go!” Hoseok exclaims accusingly, his cheeks flushed red.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter, still holding him tightly.  

Hoseok breaks eye contact with you, tucking your head under his chin, trying to think of something other than your warm body and enticing scent only growing sweeter.

“Why did you come back? You got what you wanted, why come back here?” he grunts.

You think back to the life you had left, reduced to a couple of boxes and a death certificate. Your parents who were happy but unprepared for you. Your friends who did not make it. The days you felt so lost and useless, the nights you spent dreaming about this place. Technically, none of that ever happened, but the lost memories sat heavy on you nonetheless. 

Hoseok felt so warm, his heartbeat loud and fast against your ear. You thought about all those nights alone in your childhood bed, cold and lonely. God, how you missed hearing this. You let out a soft sigh against him, snuggling closer to him, listening as his pace quickens. “Hoseok, I promise…” you swallow, pulling away to look at him, “We will leave this island together. Or we’ll stay, but I won’t leave without you, okay?”

Hoseok nods, his hand resting on the side of your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, appreciating your soft features and sparkling eyes and…beauty. 

You run your hand up his torso, touching…metal?

No, rock.

The gem around Hoseok’s neck starts sparkling a dazzling red light, stunning both of you.

“Take it off!” you yell. You and Hoseok scramble to pull the necklace over his head. You tug the jewel up and you heard him clearly, the voice that called out to you before, possessed you, Taehyung’s voice calling your name, telling you to put the necklace on. 

You realize Taehyung’s mark had never really left you. 

Hoseok looks into your eyes, watching as they begin to glow red, a sight that haunted his dreams ever since you had first encountered Jimin. He quickly pulls the jewel out of your grasp, flinging it into the hut’s wall, grabbing your face to make sure what he saw was correct, desperately hoping he hadn’t.

Your eyes refocus, back to your natural color and relief washed over him like a cold shower. But the red light behind him only grew brighter, until the entire hut was filled, blinding you both.

When the light dissipated you were holding each other tight, both breathing heavier than before. 

“H-Hoseok?” you ask him, trying to catch your breathing. You feel hot all over from your confession. You lick your lips, is that why you felt like this? Your heart pounded in your ears, caught in Hoseok’s intense gaze.

Hoseok stares at you, hands tightly holding the sides of your face. ‘I won’t leave without you,’ you said. Hoseok felt his chest tighten as he let himself believe in your words…trust you. 

He nods. Why does he feel so jittery, every nerve ending in his body buzzing? Why are you breathing so heavily, your mouth parted, eyes looking up at him so fiercely?

Hoseok kisses you, unable to control himself, his lips crashing against yours. 

Your hands find purchase in his wild hair, mimicking his tight hold on you. It felt so good to taste him, to surrender yourself to his fierce affection. You devoured each other, you breathed each other in, gasping for air, unwilling to part. 

It was Hoseok who broke away first, hugging you tight, trying to calm himself as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hoseok?” you ask breathless.

“He’s back,” Hoseok mumbles into your neck. 

Hoseok was right, the door creaks open, the merman walking in as you push away from each other.

You freeze in tense silence. 

Yoongi figures out your circumstances easily, his eyes narrowing on the both of you, gaze stopping on the werewolf specifically. The way his body was blotched red, Hoseok grabbing a pillow to cover up his obvious-

“Where the hell is the necklace?”

Hoseok looks down confused. Where is the necklace?! “I…uhhh-” You both look around frantically, Hoseok tripping over himself to pull on clothes and you trying to look for the necklace with your eyes half covered.

Yoongi scans the hut, sharp eyes noticing the new dent in his wall immediately. Did that idiot try to break the necklace again? He walks over to where it lies, picking up the piece of jewelry. 

Hoseok runs his hand over his neck, straining to think when he removed the necklace, but he couldn’t remember. Something wasn’t right.

“I’ll keep it,” Yoongi says glaring at the werewolf, pocketing the necklace for now.

“You should hide it,” you say, shivering inside. The necklace felt dangerous…how did it end up on the floor, you don’t remember Hoseok taking it off!

Yoongi hums, “I didn’t find them, but they’re alive. I found this in one of the caves.” Yoongi holds out a torn and bloodied coat, throwing it at the werewolf. “Well?”

Hoseok sniffs it, grimacing, “It’s Jin’s alright. We need to go, we have to tell Joon.”

Yoongi scoffs. “You go, we’ll catch up with you.” Yoongi holds his hand out to you, pulling you to his side and holding your waist protectively.

“How are you?” He addresses you, words spoken sweeter than you were used to, hand fixing the jeweled comb in your hair, flustering you. The merman's eyes focus on your lips.

The werewolf grinds his teeth, emitting a low growl from his throat and charges for the merman. “Hoseok!” you push against his chest as the merman smirks behind you. “What are you doing?!” But Hoseok has his sights on the deadpan man behind you, glaring at him furiously as he wraps another arm over your waist.

“Let her go,” he growls in Yoongi’s face, who remains impassive, letting the werewolf dig his own hole as his jealousy builds. You try to push the pair away from each other fruitlessly, their strong bodies caging you in their silent standoff as Hoseok shoves the merman’s shoulder. 

“Stop! Hoseok, stop!” ‘Do they have to fight right now?!’ you think, just when everyone was finally getting along, what is wrong with them! 

“Yes, stop, dog.”

You look over your shoulder, giving the merman an accusing look and Hoseok charges again.

You yell, stuck in between them, their bodies pressing up against yours, making you aware of how inhumanly strong both are…how tight and muscular their bodies are…dammit. 

The stubborn pair refuse to budge. You were literally being crushed between a rock and hard place! “BOTH OF YOU STOP,” you scream, making the pair wince. 

“This is your fault!” Hoseok barks.

Your eyes go wide, “M-My fault? My fault?! You-” you dig your finger into his insufferably perfectly sculpted chest, “YOU ARE THE MOST AGGRAVATING-”

“You’re aggravating!” Hoseok yells.

“You are both aggravating.”

You wheel around, facing the merman. “YOU-”

Yoongi places a soft kiss on your lips, just long enough to extinguish your rising anger. “You are the most aggravating,” he looks past you to the shell shocked werewolf, “Right?”

Hoseok grinds his teeth, glaring at the merman. You think he might lunge at him again, but Hoseok crosses his arms, rolling his eyes instead.

“She is,” he huffs.

You blink.

---

You swim up, breaking the water’s surface with Yoongi right behind you. It was the cave under the waterfall, you smile, enjoying the sound of the rushing water after so long. You look over your shoulder, “Ready?”

The merman pauses, “Wait.” You wade in the pool, swimming towards the merman. “How are you feeling?” Yoongi asks. 

“I’m okay.” Well, apart from being disoriented from the quick way Yoongi pulled you through the water…and the longer kisses the merman had given you at the bottom of the sea, the way he had lingered in those moments, his unexpected enthusiasm…and tongue. 

You feel hot all over again remembering his mouth against yours. “Are you sure?” he asks.

You lean against the rocks, nodding. “It’s overwhelming, remembering everything again. The whole time I was gone, I forgot everything. I couldn't even remember my name,” you confess, smiling sadly.

Yoongi thinks about what you said, body submerged up to his eyes, staring inquisitively at you as he meanders closer, his predator tendencies emerging only to make you smile at how cute you found him in those moments..

He propels his body up, waves hitting you and making you giggle. “If you couldn’t remember, how did you come back?”

“It took awhile but I got my memory back. I was, um, gone longer than you think…Namjoon’s watch...” you wince missing the gold piece, it had become a comfort to you for all those months. Yoongi nods, leaning into you closer, “This place never came back, but…I did have dreams of this…of you. Even though at the time I didn’t understand what that meant, I felt drawn to find out. I ended up back at the portal not knowing why. Taehyung…” you shake your head.

“It feels like he’s still inside my head. He’s the reason why I’m back, I know it.” Taehyung is to blame, you can feel it, thinking back to his delighted expression. Everything else felt fuzzy, but his eyes…they haunted you…like another pair of eyes, red and piercing…tearful..

“I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe. The d- Hoseok and the others, they will too.”

“You’ll do that for me, even though I came back empty handed?” you ask teasingly.

“You are enough.”

“Yoongi…”

“Hoseok is probably waiting for us.” He leans his head against the rocks, looking up at the cave’s stalactites.

“Oh!” you nod, swimming again.

The merman pulls you back by the elbow. “He can wait.” Yoongi is enjoying the time he finally has alone with you, you made him worry for so long after all, he deserves some compensation.

“You enjoy making him angry,” you accuse, your eyes narrowing on the merman.

“You do too,” he challenges, smirking.

“I don’t!” you yelp, as Yoongi’s arms lift you above the water, holding you close.

“You like making him jealous,” he says, his smirk growing wider, letting you fall slowly back into the pool, your wet body sliding against him. 

The merman is purposefully provoking you with each flirtatious gesture. And it’s working, you feel your stomach tighten, warmth dropping through your body even in the cool water. “You like making him jealous,” you breathe out.

He drops you until foreheads meet, your noses touching, your lips so close together you just have to tilt your head only a fraction more-

You run your hand across Yoongi’s defined jaw, kissing him as fiercely as he kissed you under water, enjoying his lips more this way without water surrounding you where you can focus on his soft skin and warm mouth. 

He presses you against the pool’s rocks, tongue exploring your mouth as he takes control, hands brushing against the wet fabric clinging tight to your body, finger tips running over your breasts in teasing slow motions. Your legs tighten around his hips, thighs rubbing over his scales.

“So how do mermaids-” you gasp as he grips your ass possessively.

“That’s a lesson for later.”

You pout as he kneads your flesh, pulling mewls from your lips. You lean your head against his, closing your eyes, overwhelmed by him, “When is later?”

“Impatient woman. There is someone else who is impatiently waiting,” Yoongi glances to the side.

“Then we better go,” you kiss him again, hands reaching for what you want most...his tail.

Quicker than you, Yoongi holds your wrists behind your back. “Still?!” you whine. “Now you’re just playing hard to get.”

He continues to tease you with deep kisses, his tight embrace, mesmerizing stare. You struggle against his hold, panting against his lips, “More.”

“Tell me how much you want me and I’ll let you come,” he says, biting his bottom lip waiting, enjoying in your dismay. ‘Let you,’ huh. Your foot slides along his tail, legs tightening around him.

You’re too curious, and way too riled up now not to give in. “I want you, merman.” you whisper, wiggling in his tight hold, “Please, Yoongi. I want you so badly,” you moan seductively.

Yoongi smiles deviously. “Cum for me then.”

You shake, looking down, your body instantly reacting to his words. Oh, this is cheating.

This is definitely unfair, you think as your legs try to close, unable to as he watches you, eyes shining sinfully. You core pulses and you arch your back, jaw slack.

You would be stubborn and try to fight it, he thinks. You glare at him and he rolls his tongue over his lip, his own body hot with arousal, eyes darkened by your faltering cries of pleasure, resisting the urge to do more, holding onto your wrists and keeping you above water as your body tenses, on the precipice of release.

The pleasure becomes too much and you throw your head back. “I’m-” you shudder, your body aching to be filled, core clenching tighter as pleasure washes over you like water. 

“Coming?” Yoongi teases, low smooth voice like honey dripping over you, affecting you even more as your core gushes, throbbing and pulsating deep within you. 

You let go, toes curling, unable to resist the seductive siren’s words. 

---

“You have an unfair advantage, you know,” you mutter, your arms around his neck. Yoongi swims under the waterfall, holding your tired body in his arms.

“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?” he teases.

“What about you?” you ask, fixing the wet strands of his hair out of his face. “How would I…” You look down at his bare chest, biting your lip, sneaking a hand to try to touch his tail.

He pulls you underwater, before standing up on legs. “Next time.”

“Yah!” You spit out water, wiping your face, kicking your legs to be let down.

Hoseok barks impatiently at the pond’s edge, and he keeps barking at you. “Sorry for the wait,” you mutter, ringing out your dress. Not knowing what the large wolf was saying was no doubt a blessing in disguise with the way he kept yapping at you. “Um?”

Yoongi used his pack again to pull out fresh clothes, the necklace stayed tucked securely inside the magical pouch. “He says he can smell you, what’s wrong with you, and some other words you probably don’t want to hear.”

Perhaps Hoseok had rubbed off on you, you growled at him.

The wolf backs away, ruffing again, unable to stop himself from having the last word? Bark?

---

Hoseok stopped just short of camp, beginning to growl in warning. You noticed the pack leader making his way towards your group, but Hoseok’s growls only become louder once Namoon is in front of you, confusing you.

“Hoseok, go to the house. Find Jungkook and control yourself.”

The wolf lets out a couple of angry yips before obeying his leader and bounding away quickly.

“Namjoon?” you ask wearily, and the leader’s face softens, pulling you into a hug.

“Stabbing Seokjin, impressive, little one,” he looks you up and down.

“Come on,” he tells you and Yoongi. “I hoped Hoseok was with you somewhere, I’m glad I was right,” he says without looking behind you. You couldn’t tell if he was upset, but the leader’s voice sounded tired and relieved, however his body language remained guarded. 

You stepped inside the werewolf’s house.

It looked much darker than you remembered. Before everything was open and sunlight filled the house. But even with the sun high in the sky, the house remained dark.

Jungkook crashes into you, lifting you off your feet with his embrace. “You’re okay,” he mumbles into your hair.

“I think so,” you whisper, hugging him tightly back. “Where’s Hoseok? Oh!” Hoseok moved to your left side, silently acknowledging you.

His expression looked angrier than you’ve ever seen him, which was saying a lot. Yoongi stood close to your right. The leader closed the door behind you. They all stood next to you at the entrance, which was odd considering the large size of the house...

“Seokjin?!” your eyes go wide, noticing a pair or red orbs across the room from you.

The vampire looked different, he looked so…unkept! Seokjin wore slacks and a loose fitting sleeved shirt, hair lying dry and not styled like you're used to.

‘Speak of the devil,” another voice speaks, “or no, actually, the one who let the devil out.”

You hold on tightly to Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s hands. You don’t know when you had reached for their comforting touch, but they squeeze yours back reassuringly. 

Jimin sits on a cushion, kicking his legs out, annoyed he was stuck in this vastly unpleasant situation.

“Jimin.”

The vampire in question frowns. The way you addressed him was not what he expected from you. There was relief in your voice as you said his name and the annoying look of hope in your eyes.

“You are going to be the reason we all die.”

“Jimin, stop,” Jin says. “Dove, we need to know what Taehyung said to you,” he asks, much more diplomatically. 

You shake your head, trying to make your way closer to the vampires, but the men around you have made an impressive barrier.

Now what are you doing?! Jimin thinks. After everything you’ve done! If you get any where near Jin or him, Jimin plans to drain you dry. Well, he can’t do that yet. Not until you answer all their questions.

He hates being stuck here, hiding in the shadows of the wolf’s den. Why did Seokjin bring him here of all places to heal, he could have healed himself practically anywhere else on the island. But no, he was stuck smelling like dog and now having to deal with you again. He scowls.

How are you going to explain the lost months you experienced, the things you witnessed in Jimin’s memory. You stare at the angry younger vampire, how are you going to convince Jimin to help you?

“Jimin, you need to bite me.”

“What?!”

---

Hi readers <3 there's a lot of you now, it's a little overwhelming if I'm being honest and the reason why I haven't interacted that much. If you enjoyed this please let me know so I don't feel like I'm standing on stage being dissected and judged by thousands for my inadequacies :') thx.

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Weightless;; KSJ

Word Count;; 6.3k

Genre;; Yandere + Sci-Fi Horror [Alien Series AU]

Pairing;; Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary;;

There’s something aboard the ship. The crew refuses to comment on it, paid to act like everything is smooth sailing despite the obvious, but you’ve heard it. In the dead of night, when the partying comes to an end and your fellow guests retire to their rooms, screams echo from deep within the bowels of the Ishimura.

It’s only a matter of time before it comes for you. Even now you can hear it breathing, whispering, groaning. Laying awake on your bed, you stare into the overhead vent. It’s there you always find them - floating eyes amidst the endless dark.

Warnings;;

Umm, Alien-typical content, yandere-typical content. Death (no MCD), violence, drugging, gore, horror, suspense, mental breakdowns, etc etc

SPACE HORROR!! No one can hear you scream in space! There's nowhere to run in space! muhahaha!

Notes;;

This is for @taetaecherub​'s Fear Festival BTS Halloween Collab! <3 Don’t forget to check out the other works - they’re gonna be great! Also I love you if you picked up on any of the references in this! It's packed full of them!!

Main Masterlist || BTS Masterlist

   Weightless.

   When you awake, you’re weightless. Free, light, unburdened – it’s as if you’re floating in space. A sense of serenity befalls you. Taking a deep breath, you suck down the artificial air and hold it deep within your lungs.

   There’s something off about the crew. They haven’t been acting right ever since the outing on Feros. You exhale through parted lips. Desperate whispers shared in dark corners, mouths sealed shut behind trembling lips, eyes wide with the unspeakable knowledge, the horrendous truth of what happened that “uneventful” day.

   Another inhalation of not-quite-perfect oxygen. It’s almost indistinguishable from Earth’s air and yet… you know. Perhaps that’s the only reason it bothers you. You know it isn’t natural. It sits heavy in your chest. If only you had caught a glimpse of the passenger they carted down to medical. Without something concrete, you have nothing to investigate. An insistent burn tickles your lungs. Asking everyone you see if they know of a missing guest is proving futile. Just as your chest is ready to burst, you release your breath.

   Enough is enough.

   Today is the day you get your answers.

   After filling up with another large breath, your eyes drift open. It’s quiet now. Well, the screaming has quieted down at least. Early mornings are the best time to reflect on the information you’ve gathered thus far for this exact reason. The gravity in your room is off, allowing you to float with only your tether keeping you within reach of your bed. There’s a steady, rhythmic rasp from within the overhead vent and its consistency lulls you into a meditative state. Focusing on the unblinking pair of eyes staring down at you through the metal grate, you allow your mind to wander.

   It’s been a week since the day trip to Feros, a boring little planet with a tiny little human settlement and a massive science lab. You heard they didn’t even let anyone inside the high-tech facility, claiming to be on the brink of a breakthrough with no time to entertain ‘rich little monkeys’. And after hearing extensive complaining for three days straight, you couldn’t say you disagreed. Everyone aboard the cosmic cruise lay somewhere on the egotistical spectrum. Self-involved to a sickening degree, not one person batted an eye as they recalled how distant and dreary the colonists appeared.

   The few that provided anything useful were easily the worst people you’ve ever had the displeasure of talking to. On the fourth day of snooping you found yourself sneaking into the V.I.P lounge. A special place for the special elite, it reeked of wealth. Art lined the walls. Alcohol of every colour glistened and beckoned. Gold trim couches and crystal tables reflected beams of ‘daylight’ from the chandeliers. The whole room glowed as scantily dressed women hand-fed the guests fresh grapes. Fresh. So much for the hydroponics failing. After circling the outskirts of the room and coming up empty handed, you swallowed your nerves and threw yourself into the lion’s den.

   In the centre of the lounge was a man and a woman. At first glance they appeared normal enough – the man wore a casual suit jacket, red dress shirt and blue jeans, while the woman sported a pink fringe and bun, with a hairpin to keep it in place, and a dark undercut. Her clothes resembled an army officer’s but you couldn’t place which military they belonged to. Aside from a modest silver chain around the man’s neck, their attire wasn’t extravagant.

   Their personalities, on the other hand, left something to be desired.

   “Can you tell me about the colonists? Did anything seem off?”

   The woman, Yuma, scoffed. “Useless and weak.”

   She crossed her arms and looked out the window. Millions of miles of distant, flickering stars laid beyond the glass. No ships, no planets, no moons – only empty space. When Yuma didn’t elaborate further, you glanced at her companion. Legs spread wide, he slouched in his chair with a cigar in hand. Actual, honest to God smoke wisped from the tip. The ventilation system overhead whirled as it filtered out the cancerous pathogen.

   “What about you?” you asked, flicking your head in his direction. “See anything odd?”

   “Why do you ask, princess? Did you see anything?”

   You recognised his voice before his face. His South African drawl was impossible to ignore. “I wouldn’t be asking if I had, Volker.”

   He grinned but there was nothing amiable in his voice as he spoke, “Well, aren’t you cute? If your boyfriend wasn’t such a pain in the arse, I’d teach you a thing or two about manners.”

   “Boyfriend? I don’t have a–”

   “Pisshole of a planet, it was. I stood in cow shit the moment we disembarked.” Hoyt blew cigar smoke into your face. “Those shoes were my favourite, too. I had a local hunt the croc and everything.”

   You coughed. “But what about the people?”

   “Who fucking cares?”

   Narrowing your eyes at him, you opened your mouth to respond when a slimy ‘excuse me, doll’ met your ears. A shudder crawled down your spine as he grew louder, inched closer. His breath warmed your neck and his fingers trailed down your body as he sidled behind you.

   “Everyone knows you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette.”

   “What does that mean?” you said, fighting to keep the anger out of your voice as you turned your head toward the newcomer.

   Scotch in hand, he plopped down on a leather chair. It groaned under his plump weight. Eyes glued to the curve of your ass, he sipped his drink. Ice clinked in the glass. With a wave of his hand he summoned one of the girls to his side. They moved in clockwork tandem; he parted his fat lips and she slipped a grape onto his tongue. Despite the illegal activities you suspected of the other two, McKay was by far the worst of the three: a serial imperialist.

   “All I’m saying is those scientists are doing good work.”

   “Waste of perfectly good ‘eggs’.” Hoyt muttered as he rose to his feet. He brushed off imaginary dirt before walking toward you. While not exceptionally tall, his presence compensated for what he lacked in inches. The closer he approached, the smaller you felt. Despite his slender frame you bounced back when his shoulder collided with yours. Not bothering to stop or acknowledge the hit, he continued, “They could fetch a nice price, that lot.”

   Yuma snorted, shaking her head. “They’re too weak to work. Not worth the money.”

   Hoyt departed with a dismissive wave. You refocused your attention on McKay. It might be unwise to keep your back to a woman like Yuma, but you were willing to take that risk.

   “How do you know they’re doing good work?”

   McKay ignored you. “Now, now, Ms. Lau. They have worth.”

   “If they can’t work even a simple colony, what good are they to anyone?”

   “Well,” he began, gaze landing on you as he wet his lips, “I can think of a thing or two their bodies can be used for.”

   “You fucking—”

   “Idiot,” Yuma growled, ending the conversation as she flipped McKay off.

   Now three days later you’re no closer to figuring out just what the hell is going on. But you have faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your investigation, faith in the medical bay and the files it holds. Today is the day everything comes to a head.

   “They can’t keep their secrets any longer,” you whisper to the vent. What it whispers back you don’t know. You don’t care to know, either. “Time to go.”

   It’s your imagination, it has to be, but you swear the eyes burn brighter for a mere second before they fade away completely. The steel walls of the ventilation shafts offer no sound other than a consistent thump as your monster retreats. You consider pursuing it but fear holds you back. Just because it hasn’t attacked you yet doesn’t mean it won’t. It could be biding its time.

   Watching.

   Waiting.

   The walk down to the medical wing takes much too long. You passed many people along the way, most of whom didn’t acknowledge you in the slightest, but you had to be careful. The last thing you needed were witnesses. With your head down and your eyes averted, you used less-travelled corridors and stuck to the ‘slums’. Even so, your luck took a turn for the worse the moment you ran into none other than Sean McKay.

   Fraternising with the lower upper class, champagne flowed around him as he flitted from housewife to housewife. Even the rich yearn for greater wealth, it seemed, and McKay was nothing if not a money bag. Your fellow guests flocked to him, buttering him up with unwarranted compliments while allowing his sleazy hands to wander. Unable to hide your distaste, your lips turn upward into a snarl. Of course, that was the moment he decided to look up from his plethora of women. Your eyes locked with his for half a second and that was all it took. Recognition lit up across his features as he waddled across the room.

   “Sean darling,” a middle-aged woman whined after him, “have you seen Camilla? She’s been missing for–”

   “Didn’t we chat in the V.I.P lounge?” McKay’s voice boomed as he called to you. “What brings a special little lady like you down here?”

   Everyone’s attention landed on you. Envy fueled their glares. Like a pack of wolves, they encircled you. Shifting from side to side, you exhaled sharply. “I could ask the same of you.”

   “You know, I never did catch your name, darling.”

   Your fist tightened into a ball. Readying yourself to go down swinging, you zeroed in on his nose. One good hit and it would break. Blood would spurt down his greasy face and dark rings would form around his eyes, making him look like a grotesque racoon-pig hybrid. It would be worth it… but only on a personal level.

   “I can’t believe you’d forget my name so easily,” you sighed, turning on your heels.

   “But I didn’t forget,” he huffed as he jogged toward you, practically glueing himself to your side. “You never told me.”

   “No, you are mistake–”

   Your body jerked to a stop. Stubby fingers latched around your wrist. His palm chafed your skin as he yanked you back. Dark, beady eyes narrowed as he searched your face. Willing yourself to appear neutral, your jaw loosened and your forehead relaxed. It worked. He chuckled.

   "You sure are a pretty little thing. How about we discuss your identity, your real identity, up in my suite? I'm sure we can work something out–"

   "Honey!" Your eyes widened at the familiar voice. "There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." With an exaggerated groan, your nuisance of a friend crossed the room in a few short strides. Several of the women murmured his name as he passed, pink tinging their cheeks. "Come now, we're late. Oh, who is this? A friend of yours?"

   Seokjin extended his hand. With great reluctance, the older man shook it. "McKay. Sean McKay. You've probably heard of me."

   "Hmm." Seokjin tilted his head. After a moment, he clicked his fingers together. Turning the full effect of his dazzling smile onto you, he sidled up beside you, pushing McKay out of the way. "Is this that famous dressmaker you were talking about, baby?" You shook your head but it didn’t deter him. "I can't thank you enough for accepting our request. When we discovered her wedding dress missing from our luggage, we were devastated."

   McKay failed at hiding his sneer. He mentioned something about his industries and whatnot, laying out his resume to an audience that had no interest in it. After a while he trailed off, clearing his throat to excuse himself before storming out of the room. If he expected someone to follow, none did. And while the glares sent in your direction had intensified, some faded to awe-stricken swooning. Seokjin, after all, was quite the sight.

   "Why’d you say that?" you muttered, kicking his shoe. It was probably worth more than most people's homes.

   He shrugged before pulling you into a suffocating hug. Fingers carded through your hair as he petted your head. "It felt right to me.”

   “If you say so,” you laughed, disentangling your limbs from his, “darling.”

   Seokjin stiffened at the word and you took the opportunity to walk away.

   And now he hasn’t left your side. Which is putting a massive dampener on your investigation. You’ve walked past the medical wing thrice, each time with Seokjin in tow. No matter the excuse he remains, clinging to you like a koala. If he held you any tighter your arm would fall off. Shaking him off is futile because he just comes right back. You’re coming up on the door yet again and the guard outside is stroking his rifle like it’s an extension of himself.

   It’s now or never.

   “Listen, Jin. I’ve got some things I need to do today so why don’t we meet back up later?”

   “It’s fine. I’m not busy today.”

   He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat. Everyone always tells you how beautiful and perfect he is, and how lucky you are to have him as a friend, but you’ve never thought much about it. About him.

   “Well, I need to… it doesn’t matter.”

   His smile widens into a grin and a single thought pervades: the world truly does shine brighter with him in it.

   There’s an irritated sigh from the guard when you pause a few feet ahead of him. “You two again. Do you need something?”

   “Yeah, let us through,” you say, taking a step forward. He tightens his hold around the rifle’s grip. Pausing, you raise your brow. “Please?”

   “This area is off limits.”

   “Why?”

   “There was an incident. Don’t worry about it.”

   “Okay, but why?”

   “If there’s nothing else?” He gestures to the side and your face sets into a frown.

   “Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

   When you turn to leave, a spark shoots past you. While your brain races to process what the blue light could be, your body reacts on its own. Throwing yourself against the wall, you drop to the ground and throw your hands above your head. Pained grunting fills the corridor. It’s overshadowed by a constant electric hiss. After a solid minute, both sounds cease, only to be replaced by the loud thud of flesh meeting metal.

   Looking back at the guard, you gasp. “What the fuck?”

   He lay passed out on the floor. Seokjin kicks his leg, stun gun aimed at the man’s head all the while. The guard doesn’t move. With a beaming grin, Jin gives you a thumbs up.

   “What the fuck, Jin!” you shout, staggering to your feet. “Why did you do that? How do you even have that?”

   “You need to get in here, right?” You give him a hesitant nod. “Then let’s go.”

   “We’re going to be thrown into the brig for this. We are so fucked!”

   Swiping the keycard off the guard, he opens the door to the medical wing. “If there’s anyone left to throw us in.”

   “What… what do you mean?”

   He sighs, and when you increase the distance with a shaky step back, he lunges at an incredible speed. Fingers snaking around your wrist, he yanks you forward, ushering you toward the truth you were so desperate to find. Unease whirls within your gut. There’s no traffic down the long hall. The lights are dull and there’s an occasional flicker of red overhead – the emergency alarm system is activated but emitting no sound.

   In fact, everything is dead silent.

   “I know you’ve seen it, too.”

   Heart racing, the blood pounding against your eardrums almost drowns his words out. Almost. The uneasy churning of your gut returns in full force and nausea overwhelms you. Something is wrong. Where are all the doctors? The other guards?

   Seokjin sets a brisk pace. His dark hair ripples and sways with each step. You can’t see his face as he leads you deeper down the shadowy corridor. Every door you pass is closed. No light leaks from under their thresholds. Without thinking, you raise your hand to touch his hair, to see if it’s as soft as it looks, but you jolt back when you hear a loud clang.

   Metal against metal, your first thought is that of a tray hitting the ground. Several smaller clanks follow, like surgical instruments splaying across the floor. You come to a stop behind Seokjin. His broad shoulders shield you from whatever sight has his breath faltering. Alarm bells ring in your mind. Every instinct is telling you to turn tail and run.

   Inhaling, you push your worries down.

   Exhaling, answers lie ahead.

   Inhaling, you recall their screaming.

   Blood-curdling screeches that echoed through the ventilation system. They started the night after the Feros trip. You awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Not a single remnant of whatever nightmare plagued you lingered, but what else could it be? On the maiden voyage of the luxurious USG Ishimura, the first spaceliner with the ability to travel beyond the Sol System, there was no room aboard for petty criminals or vagrants.

   No one screamed on the ship.

   It was your imagination.

   No one died on the ship.

   The crew wouldn’t allow it.

   And yet the terrified wailing recurred every night after. Not just a single cry, but many, sometimes even all at once. If it started with just the Feros passenger, it soon spread. Working its way up from the lower decks, it was only a matter of time before it reached the elite in their ivory cabins. When you mentioned it off-handedly to the occupants of the rooms next to yours, you became a pariah (“Did you know she hears voices? She thinks the crew is killing people!”) amongst them. They weren’t filthy rich, not like the McKays of the world, but they had enough money to burn on an overpriced, overhyped cosmic journey in style.

   Exhaling, there’s more than just your life at stake.

   When they brought the passenger back, Patient Zero if you will, he was unresponsive. You gathered that much from the guards. Shouts rang out loud and clear as you, fashionably late, stumbled toward the docking bay. Their concern piqued your interest – whatever could have happened on such a dull planet? Given that you’d slept through the tour announcement and missed your chance to feel solid ground underfoot for another few weeks, you were glad for the entertainment and followed the frenzy toward the infirmary.

   The passenger couldn’t walk on their own. Armed guards held them upright as they escorted the patient into the bowels of the ship. Chasing after them, you called out offering aid, eager to see what infliction ended the trip early for the unlucky tourist. Doctors shooed you away but not before you saw the terror in their eyes. Guns pointed in your direction and, despite your spot as an 'honourable guest', you knew they considered you expendable.

   Jog staggering to a halt, your arms rose in surrender.

   It was better for your health if you remained oblivious, so you turned your back on the passenger. For a single second, as the doctors struggled to open the infirmary door, the passenger's head drooped and lolled. In the briefest of moments, you saw everything in the nothingness.

   What should have been Patient Zero's face was the incomprehensible.

   Inhaling, you fill your lungs until your chest hurts.

   Your eyes are closed and yet you see.

   For the first time, you truly see.

   Leaning around Seokjin, your vision blurs but your clarity is infallible.

   Your breath departs in a rushed gasp.

   Long, sticky globs drip from the ceiling. Once white walls are streaked maroon. Deep holes permeate the thick metal. Carts lay scattered, overturned and dented. Your gaze travels further down the hall, teetering on the edge of the infinite dark. Twitching in the shadows is a blood-soaked leg. Clad in heels, it bounces like a nervous child on their first day of school.

   Once more you’re presented with the chance to help rather than abandon but you hold fast, paralysed with uncertainty. The movement is unnatural; frantic. After a particularly harsh jerk it levitates off the ground. Not far, just a few inches, but hovering all the same.

   Alarms explode to life and you cover your ears with a wince. The emergency system plunges the entire hall into the pits of hell. Replacing the white light, crimson pours down the corridor. Intrusive, it doesn’t stop where its predecessor deemed fit. Igniting the entirety of the wing in its fiery glow, every room burns red.

   You catch sight of the leg. It’s still now; as is the man holding it. What seems like miles of distance separate you, but the desperation in his eyes is evident all the same. A beacon of despair, he trembles and cries, his face wet with fear. The desire to help dissipates. What replaces it is primal – the need to survive. With a clenched fist, you shake your head at the man, stepping back the way you came. His shoulders slump and you wonder if he understands just how alone he truly is.

   Grabbing the back of Seokjin’s shirt, you pull him toward you, a silent plea to escape. He doesn’t take much convincing. Without flinching, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places a chaste kiss against your forehead. It provides little comfort. Shepherding you back toward the entrance, his face is a blank canvas.

   It’s unnerving how calm he is.

   Even when the doctor starts to scream, he doesn’t look back. Your neck aches from how fast you snap around but Seokjin doesn’t pause, doesn’t react. Not even when your nails break the skin of his arm does he offer you anything more than a soothing pet on the head. Your heart threatens to crack your ribs with each thunderous thud but he doesn’t break a sweat. Tears spill down your cheeks and your throat constricts as you watch the impossible.

   “It’s… what? What? How is it?” you babble more to yourself than him. “Not real, right? Or… What the fuck!”

   Inch by inch, something lowers itself from the ceiling. Spikes tap against the ground as its tail slithers down. Its attention is locked onto the doctor. On long, spindly legs, the creature stalks toward him. Despite a humanoid appearance, its head is elongated and shiny. Drool pours down its chin as it screeches. Its skin is as black as the dead space surrounding the hunk of metal you’re stuck on.

   Lurching for the leg once more, the doctor fumbles until he manages to pull a lighter out of a blood-soaked pocket. Made of steel, it glimmers in the red-tinged hall.

   “Lord forgive me.”

   He flicks the lighter open and a small flame ignites. The creature leaps forward. Arms outstretched, its claws dig into his chest. The doctor writhes in agony. Blood spurts from his body, spraying across the walls. It leans in closer to his face. When its mouth opens, a high-pitched squeal emanates. The flame dances across its metallic teeth. With a final, inaudible retort, the man’s hand drops.

   Time slows. Or rather, your brain lags, struggling to comprehend the scene before you.

   From within the monster’s throat extends a smaller head. It screeches and cries, like a child awoken from a nap. The lighter falls into the growing puddle beside the man. It doesn’t go out. Lightning fast, the second head bursts forward. It pierces through the man’s skull as if it were made of jelly. Blue flames creep across the floor, following a small trail that leads to a flipped jerry can. The fire gains ground. Encircling the alien, heat licks at its tail and feet.

   It roars as it leaps into the ventilation shaft.

   “Jin, did you see?” You turn to Seokjin and he nods, expressionless. “Did you see it?”

   “Come on. We need to go.”

   He drags you back the way you came. Sweat dampens your shirt as you trudge along with him. The further you go, the cooler it becomes. The fire isn’t travelling; it has nothing to consume aside from the gasoline and corpses. You’re wrapped up in your thoughts when you hear it –

   thump,

   thump,

   thump.

   Even over the blaring alarms you can hear it.

   Surely Seokjin does too, and yet…

   Skidding to a halt, you grip his wrist hard enough to bruise. He taps his foot with a frown. When he opens his mouth to speak, you slam your hand against his lips. Lifting a trembling hand, you point to the ceiling then to the vent entrance a few feet ahead.

   “It’s in the vents,” you whisper, voice cracking as you take a step back, “We can’t go back that way, it’ll kill us!”

   “Don’t worry. We’re going to be okay.”

   “How can you say that! Look around, Jin! Nothing is okay here!”

   “It can’t hear us over all this noise.”

   “And if it, like, smells us? Or can see heat signatures? Did you think of that?” He snorts. Turning around, he rubs your right shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Scoffing, you continue, “This is fucking serious, Jin! What is with… you…?”

   It’s just a pinch, really, but it stings all the same.

   “What da… do?”

   And then it burns.

   He sighs. “You’re acting hysterical.”

   It spreads through your veins like decay.

   “Hush now, quiet. It’s going to be okay.”

   You didn’t realise you were wailing until he gripped your face, moulding you beneath his large hands and forcing your mouth shut. Content with your compliance, his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. You try to push him away but you’re so heavy. Limbs like lead, you dangle beneath his iron hold. Unable to keep your eyes open, darkness washes over you. It’s cold, just like his lips as they press against yours. When he pulls away, you soar through the air.

   His voice rains down on you from every direction.

   “All that matters is keeping you safe.”

                              ───── ⋆��☆⋅⋆ ─────

   Weighted.

   When you wake, you’re weighed down. Heavy, shackled, burdened – it’s as if you’re rooted to the ground. Pure terror seizes you. Gasping for air, you gulp down the stale oxygen blowing out the vent.

   Oh God, the vent–

   “There’s no one there,” Seokjin hums. “Not now at least.”

   “Are you sure?”

   Ignoring his reassurances, you stare into the vent. Nothing stares back. A pang of loneliness gnaws at you. The one constant that had gotten you through it all is gone. Where eyes once burned bright is stillness. There’s no comfort left in your cold little box of a room.

   When you sit up, your head throbs. Both of your arms are sore. Your legs are lethargic.

   “What happened back there?”

   Seokjin dismisses you as he continues rifling through your drawers. “There isn’t much time.”

   With a dry chuckle, you stagger to your feet. He doesn’t move to help you, nor does he crack off a witty retort. Wide open at the bottom of the bed is a suitcase. You recognise the belongings inside to be yours. Some clothes, some documents, some knick-knacks – everything you need and everything you love.

   “What are you doing?”

   “What does it look like?”

   “I don’t know,” you pause for effect, “housekeeping?”

   For the first time in days you hear his obnoxious laugh. There’s a nervous energy underlying it but butterflies erupt within your stomach all the same. It wasn’t even a funny joke and yet you keel over, body shaking in a fit of giggles.

   “We’re so fucked!” you laugh, tears blurring Seokjin’s visage as he throws yet another of your possessions onto the mountainous pile. “We’re gonna die here, you know?”

   “Neither of us are dying here. That’s what escape pods are for, dummy.”

   Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you nod at him, hope bubbling in your chest. “You’re a genius.”

   “Well thank you, milady.”

   "All we have to do is get everyone to a pod or boat or whatever and abandon this hellship! There’s got to be a way to ping everyone or send out an alert, right?”

   “Yes but…” he trailed off, avoiding your gaze.

   “But?”

   “I mean no offence but… I don’t think people will believe you.”

   “Then you tell them.”

   “We can’t risk our own lives for these people. They’re not worth it.”

   “Are you serious right now?” When he doesn’t respond, you scoff. “Then I’ll do it alone. If no one will believe me, then I’ll just have to find a way to space that… thing instead.”

   “I can’t let you do that.”

   “What? Are you gonna drug me again?”

   He flinches. “I did what I had to.”

   “And now so am I.”

   Walking to the door, you place your hand over the scanner. Green light emits from the device. It shrouds your hand in a sickly glow. Seokjin stands. His tone is acidic as he demands you stop. The door slides open and a gust of air whips around you. He crosses the room in a few short steps, his hand reaching for you, his nails grazing your shirt. Your name falls from his lips in increasingly loud whispers. Without looking back you take off in a brisk jog.

   There’s a ball in the community area. ‘Ball’ being fancy talk for ‘party’, it’s your best bet at reaching the most people at once. Every night they hold one, and every night the place is packed. If you can broadcast the situation, inform the attendees of the atrocities of the crew, then perhaps Patient Zero (and every death henceforth) won’t have been in vain. With everyone’s help, removing the oversized killer pest will be a cinch.

   Seokjin calls out your name.

   A scowl stretches across your face.

   Using the escape pods should be the last ditch effort. The Ishimura is a fine ship – there’s no reason to abandon her. If the oldies from early Hollywood are anything to go by, making a flamethrower isn’t difficult. While most of the guests are useless, vile, and downright repulsive human beings, some possess unsavoury talents. People like Yuma might even be able to take the beast on with their bare hands. Criminals abound, you wouldn’t even be surprised if the cargo bay is riddled with weapons. Hoyt wouldn’t have boarded without packing some serious heat.

   Shouldn’t you go straight to them?

   They won’t care until it comes knocking on their door.

   Seokjin is closer now, your name ringing in your ears.

   “Go away!”

   The engineering team always goes to the ball – their head honcho (Mark? Or was it Mack?) adores the dancing and the wine and classic 2100’s vibe – which makes the community area your best bet. It’ll be a double win if you can recruit them. With their expertise, you can make an assortment of weapons, and even rig one of the escape pods. Launching the alien into a black hole or sun would be ideal, but you’ll settle for it just being the fuck off the ship.

   Luring it, however, is a whole different can of worms.

   “God dammit, I said, ‘stop!’”

   The hum of music greets you as you round the corner. Up ahead the ball is in full swing. Guests swing and twirl as their partners guide them. A young woman belts out the soothing rendition of Toxic, one of the original great songs from the new Elizabethan era.

   Despite its initial jovial appearance, no one is laughing within the grand, gilded hall.

   Huffing, you crack your neck and take a step forward. A weight connects with your back. Unsteady feet give way and you topple over. Your chin hits the ground, rattling your teeth. Dazed, you struggle to stand but are crushed beneath soft flesh. When you tilt your head, you come eye to eye with Seokjin.

   “You can’t do this.” Grunting under his weight, you scramble to free yourself of his hold. He pins you down with a single hand, and when you kick your legs up in a frenzy, his knee juts into your spine. “Weyland-Yutani won’t allow it.”

   “I didn’t realise you were a Company lapdog!” you seethe, spitting in his direction. Veering off to the side, it misses him completely but it has the desired effect. His eyes narrow and the veins in his neck pop. A grin creeps across your face before you mouth ‘fuck you’.

   “Just know I’m doing this for you.”

   Clutching onto the back of your shirt, he lifts your upper body a few inches before slamming you back down. Pain erupts across your collarbone. Choked whimpers escape your lips as he does it again. Your head ricochets off the ground when he does it for a third time. Warm blood rushes into your eye.

   Commotion builds within the ballroom and you pray it’s because of you, that someone is going to run out and defend you. The music cuts off and murmurs overtake the constant hum of pain whirling inside your skull. Fighting through your dizzying stupor, you glance toward the attendees.

   “Did a pipe burst?” a man says.

   Your smile falls.

   Not a single person cares about you.

   Of course they don’t.

   “What is that?!”

   Then the screaming commences.

   It happens so fast you can hardly keep up. A black mass drops from the ceiling. Shocked and petrified, the guests remain still. Seokjin is up on his feet before you can even blink. It’s in this split second of hesitation that he strikes. As he’s pulling the door closed, the champagne fountain runs red.

   Then the stampede begins. Hundreds of guests run toward the main entrance. They shove one another, stomping any of the fallen without remorse. Their exit seals shut with a mocking hiss. Seokjin pulls out the security keycard from his first victim of the night. Pressing it against the scanner, he inputs several commands. A body thuds against the door. Desperate knocking pursues. Green is replaced with red as the door locks.

   “Security override: successful. Lockdown in effect.”

   “What are you doing? Mr. Kim, is that you? Open this door, Kim!” You recognise the voice to be McKay’s. “I work with the Company – didn’t they tell you? Open the fucking door!”

   A part of you enjoys seeing this side of him:

   Scared, feeble, small.

   Now he’s no different from the rest.

   “I’ll double what they’re paying you. Triple it! I’ll give you my entire fortune, Kim!”

   Every inch of your body screams for you to stop but you push through it. There’s no way you’re missing the chance to see the great Sean McKay begging like the rat he is. A gurgled laugh rips through your lips. It only intensifies once you stand before the glass window. McKay’s pudgy, red face takes up the entire view.

   “What a sight,” you say. “Of course you had a hand in this.”

   “You. Did you do this? Where is Kim?”

   “This Mr. Kim?” you ask, standing aside while gesturing for Seokjin to come forward. He complies. “He did it, alright.”

   “You’re Mr. Kim? You two have been in cahoots this whole ti–”

   McKay cuts off abruptly. You push Seokjin aside to get a better view, hoping for the worst. Your prayers are answered but it offers little comfort. The black spearhead of the alien’s tail wiggles out of his left eye socket. His lips twitch as his right eye rolls toward the back of his skull. Saliva mixes with blood, dribbling down his chin and staining his designer shirt pink. McKay’s body inches toward the glass, propelled forward by the tail. The tip scratches the window all whilst carrying the corpse, dangling it like a worm on a hook.

   “Seokjin,” you say, stepping near enough to fog the glass. “Why are you doing this?”

   Leaping across the room, the alien drags McKay with him. With your view unobscured, the entirety of its carnage lies before you. Blood, guts, limbs. It’s hard to look at the small bodies, the ones that used to be children. There’s a few of them. Worse than that, however, is how many are still alive, all huddled up in the corner behind those brave enough to take the monster on.

   “They’re buying us time.” He grabs your shoulder but you don’t budge. “Come on. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vain.”

   “There are children in there. Please, Jin, let them out. They don’t deserve this.”

   Your pleas fall flat even to your own ears. They do little to persuade him, and you do little else to dissuade him. You want to chalk it up to exhaustion, blame it on your weakened condition, but you’re selfish. Why even fight? Maybe you save a few lives, maybe you die.

   “You’re the only one worth saving here,” he says. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you free from your trance. The world turns upside down as he lifts you. Ever-so-gently he places you over his shoulder.

   "You're no better than them.”

   And neither am I.

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

   Weightless.

   When you awake, you’re weightless.

   A migraine licks at your outer edges, the pounding only made worse when you open your eyes.

   Red lights flash.

   Klaxon alarms bellow.

   Pressure crushes your chest.

   But beyond the dissonance of the circular room…

   Silent, vast, magnificent space.

   It rushes around you as the escape pod is jettisoned.

   And within it, hidden amongst a sea of stars, are Seokjin’s bright, burning eyes.

   Pacified by their familiar presence, your mind slips toward unreality.

   As if raining down from the heavens, his voice cascades around you.

   “You’re safe now.”

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Happy Halloween, Loves! 

Because this is my favorite holiday of all time, I've created this list for everyone wanting to read some Halloween related fics for today. They may not all include the holiday itself, but they at least have the elements we love so much about the holiday!

Supernatural!au, Horror!au, etc. 

Give all the authors your praise for their stories. I included a few of my own, but besides the fic’s I claim as mine then none of these fics are mine. Make sure to check out the warnings before you read the fics!

You may have seen some of these fics recommended on my other lists, but it’s only because they’re related to this rec list AND because the read was so good for me I wanted to recommend them again! I hope you all enjoy the fics as much as I did, and have a happy Halloween! 

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Key:

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst , 

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Drabble

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Title: Birthright 💦👊🗒

Summary: Vampire!seokjin x human!reader. Also historical and strangers to lovers!au

↳ “Slowly making peace with the one singular purpose your life served, you were grateful for the solace you didn’t anticipate within the cold walls of the Briarwood Manor in a handsome stranger who kept your heart warm with his gorgeous smiles and a vast collection of books. However, you couldn’t escape the eerie inkling that you knew him better than you realized. Not when assaulted by dreams in which Kim Seokjin’s charcoal black eyes turn as red as his lips had been the first night you met him.”

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Title: Mirror, Mirror On The Wall 💦🗒

Summary: Vampire prince!seokjin x human servant!reader. Also royalty and medieval!au.

↳ “Being a vampire prince, Seokjin is used to feeling everyone’s eyes on him. In fact, he’s come to expect it from his subjects. So when you won’t look at him of course he’s not happy. After all, didn’t anyone teach you it’s rude not to stare at him?”

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Title: My Queen 💦🐑👊🗒

Summary: Vampire king!seokjin x human!reader. Also royalty and soulmate!au.

↳ “Seokjin had just returned to find his court and staff were not treating you how they should when he was gone. You were hurt, and his instincts were telling him to claim you and make sure you were unharmed.”

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Title: Magic of The Night 👊🗒

Summary: Witch!Yoongi x Human!Reader. Also Magic, Halloween and Horror!au.

↳ “There is a witch you go to for spells and potions whenever human nature is not enough for things to go your way, and he loves you more than anyone else ever will.”

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Title: Snowstorm 🐑👊🗒

Summary: Jack Frost!yoongi x reader. Magic, Jack Frost and Childhood friends!au.

↳ “Strange things happen in the woods when you return home for Christmas. And why does your mum insist you stay away from Min Yoongi?”

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Title: Trick-or-Treat! 🐑🗒 

Summary: Trick-or-treating and meadow!au. Short, but sweet. This felt like a good relief to read after reading all of these other fics. A needed fluff read for this season!

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Title: Red 💦🗒

Summary: Idol!Sub!Hoseok x Demon!Dom!reader. Fantasy, supernatural/demon, and established relationship au. 

↳ “Can we go on one date without you causing someone trauma?” ... “Babe, I’m a demon. What do you expect me to do?”

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Title: Run Little Red 👊🗒

Summary: Wolf!namjoon x human!reader. Little red riding hood and yandere!au.

↳ “A calm life in a small village was all you ever knew, your days spent in the bakery and keeping to yourself. You liked the quiet and gentle nature of your life, but one day a wolf stands outside of your window, a stranger arrives, and people begin to go missing. Do you dare don your red coat and enter the forest?”

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Title: Lady Of The Night 👊🗒

Summary: Jack the ripper and horror!au.

↳ “You had been plunged backwards through time for a reason, and maybe this was the reason. This was the world’s most infamous cold case. What were the chances that a journalist would slip through the cracks in time and stumble into the East End of 1891? The only conclusion you could draw was that you were meant to identify who the ripper was. You knew nothing about time travel regardless of the pop culture you had consumed. For all you knew, changing the events of the past would not create a ripple effect but instead a branch. And, as horrifying as this scenario was, your curiosity was going to get the better of you. You needed to know, even if it meant following around the egotistical self proclaimed genius that had sheltered you.”

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Title: Born For This 💦👊📝 

Summary: Alpha wolf!Namjoon x Omega wolf!Reader. Also Yandere!au.

↳ “It’s the Goryeo era. And you happened to be a rare type of omega. Other Omegas like you were either dead or hunted till almost extinction. You luckily escaped and were living a normal life until you were chosen as an offering to the walking God of the land; Alpha Namjoon.”

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Title: Under The Full Moon 🐑👊🗒

Summary: Werewolf!Namjoon x GN!Reader. Also enemies to lovers and forbidden love!au. I’m such a sucker for forbidden love!au’s!

↳ “—in which only the moon is a witness to the forbidden love you and namjoon share”

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Title: Bitten 💦🐑👊📝 (Ao3)

Summary: Werewolf!RM x Witch!Reader. The forbidden love!au is through the roof with this one!!!!!

↳ “Rule number 1 of the holy book of witches: witches may never have intercourse with a werewolf. Every violation will be punished.You were a witch, he was a werewolf and it was forbidden.”

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Title: Just A Taste 💦👊🗒

Summary: Vampire!Jimin x Human!reader. Absolutely loved this read! It was so sweet, and I even saved it to my fave’s list!

↳ “They said having a relationship with a human wasn’t a good idea, but Jimin liked you too much to ever let that get in the way. Your relationship was beautiful, yes you didn’t know that small important detail about him being a bloodthirsty vampire, but he had it under control. That’s at least what he thought, he never would have predicted a drought...”

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Title: The Dark Prince Epilogue  💦👊📝

Summary: Although this is a part of a series, only the epilogue (link above) is Jimin x reader. The other 8 parts are JK x Reader. Also curse!au, and Witch!Jimin x queen!Reader.

↳ “Approached by a witch with the promise to free your husband’s family name from a curse, you question whether his intentions are good, but soon find there is a heavy price to pay.“

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Title: The Cave Dweller 💦🐑🗒

Summary: By me. Cave Monster!Jimin x Human!Reader. 

↳ “It started out as a curiosity, then you met a being that took up your interest altogether. You’ve always been the type of person to comfort those who are lonely, you just didn’t expect your new found friend to be a cave monster. A monster that teaches you tricks of magic, and you eventually teach him your own dirty tricks.”

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Title: Moonlight 💦🗒

Summary: Best Friend/Wolf!Taehyung x Human!Reader. Friends-to-lovers, and wolf!au.

↳ “The full moon means one thing and one thing only to your best friend, Kim Taehyung. It’s the one time a month he turns into a wolf and frolics in the moonlight. However, on his 25th Hallows’ Eve, his wolf is calling out for his mate.”

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Title: The Phantom 👊🗒

Summary: Part of a Halloween yandere series. Yandere and horror!au.

↳ “Spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isn’t what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.”

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Title: Blue Boy 💦🐑👊📝

Summary: 45 parts + epilogue. Also JK x Reader (but as ex’s and there’s no theme of them getting back together). One of my favorite reads of all time! College, and yandere!au. Please read the warnings before reading. It gets dark. The author is also making a second series for this, so lots to come!

↳ “While going through a painful but necessary breakup, reader meets someone who is patient, kind, and understanding; everything your last ex was not… or is he?”

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Title: Mate 💦🐑📝

Summary: 9 parts. AlphaWolf!jk x OmegaWolf!reader.

↳ "Jungkook knew in his soul from the moment your eyes met his in the forest that you were his mate, that he was meant to protect you at any cost. You’d been through hell while escaping a place that had treated you horribly since your childhood, and it was strange how calm you felt in his presence when you found yourself in an unfamiliar place with a stranger. Something inside of you told you to trust him."

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Title: Pi Gasu 💦👊📝

Summary: Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader. 8 parts + prologue. Completed series???? I started on pt.6 by accident, so I can tell it’s a slow burn. This story made me tear up, and I don’t know why. Also Suga x reader if you squint. Jk’s blood lust basically ruins everything, but at the same time makes everything better. XD

↳ From pt.6 ~ “Donating blood for Jungkook is physically draining you, in more ways than one.”

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Title: Sucker For Love 💦🐑👊📝

Summary: Ongoing story. Vampire!Jungkook x Human!Reader. Also best friends-to-lovers!au.

↳ “In which your best friend happens to be a vampire and the only time he’s able to be himself in the world is during Halloween night. OR you’ve been in love with your best friend for a long ass time and want him to bite you for a change and not a random person, which for some reason, he refuses to do. they say love hurts, and damn it all that you want it too.”

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Title: Virgin Sacrifice 💦👊🗒 

Summary: By me. Demon!Jungkook x Human!reader. 

↳ “Since the day you were born, your parents prepared you for your sacrifice. The whole village knew, and with that everyone stayed away from you. Thinking even just looking at you would make the demon in waiting mad. The demon that has been praying on you since birth, but not for what you expected.”

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Title: The Wolf Within You 💦🐑🗒

Summary: By me. Omega wolf!Jungkook x Alpha wolf!Reader. Also arranged marriage!au and dom/sub dynamics. 

↳ “Arranged marriages always seemed to be so boring on the outside. A treaty pairing the two wolf clans together was the only reason you and Jungkook got married in the first place. But once you saw the little omega shy away from you, holding onto his sleeves for dear life, you knew your marriage was going to be anything but boring.”

[sugarycandies]

The Chronicles of Hollow House

Chapter 1

Pairing: BTS x Reader (One-Shots per each member)

Genre: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut with Plot, Slowburn, Supernatural, Horror-Themes, Angst

Synopsis: A house across the street serves as a warning. It had an outside so perilous and terrifying that no one was reckless enough to strut inside. Regardless, the noises inside the house bud concerningly, nurturing the curiosity of Y/N. One night, she sees someone, something, prowling outside of the house. The following day, she receives a formal invite to a dinner party at the house. She can only wonder what lies inside such an infamously avoided household.

Word Count: 3k

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*Can be read as separate two-parters (Introduction + Specific Character Chapter)

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Entry #31

The house stood taller than any other on the block. I ran by it today, every time I walk past it I just get the feeling I’m being watched. I hate that thing and I never want to go near it in my life. Who the hell is living there?

(Y/N) lived in a cottage-like house. A well-tended and nice garden decorated the outside, as a small grey brick wall hugged around it, leaving a gate to enter from. She prided herself on making her house look approachable and nice. It was a small house, but a homey one nonetheless. Yet, no one would be even able to see her beautiful exterior other than herself, and that was due to the house.

An enormous, decrepit, and sordid house that sorely sat upon the hill across from her own leaned over any goers through the street. Throughout the years, never once had it been put up the sale, but no one had ever seen anyone outside of the house before either. Whenever a package was left outside, or the mailbox got too full, the mail inside if it disappeared. Sometimes when someone came to knock on the door, no one would come to answer. It has been sworn that truly, no one ever lived there at all.

It was a full moon, hanging above the two houses on the solemn street. (Y/N) sat in her kitchen, making herself a meal, stirring the pot that held some pasta boiling inside. Her kitchen was compact and woody, but fit the vibe of her house. While she cooked, she hummed along to a song playing on her phone, a distance away from her. 

Suddenly, she heard a loud ‘thud!’, making her stutter for a second, freezing. She carefully listened as she felt her limbs lock up. The noise had originated from the end of the hall, echoing through. She didn’t feel as alone as she was before, and she had never felt so terrified of that feeling. It crept up her back and whispered along her neck, locking her joints. Slowly, she reached over to her phone, pausing the music to listen closer. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Looking around her kitchen, she reached for a steak knife nearby, gripping the handle tightly. She flipped the blade around in her hand, the sharp side out first. With an inexperienced hand, she pointed the knife outwards as she looked down her hall. Darkness cascaded across the walls, making the end of the hall imperceptible. The light switch mocked her from the other end of the hall, forcing herself to plunge in.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

(Y/N) walked further into the hallway, fearful, but pushing through as she flicked on the light, making the walk seem much less intimidating. The knife led her forwards as she tried to listen again for the noise. A crash came directly from the door next to her: her bedroom door.

(Y/N) sharply inhaled in preparation for what she might see. She slowly opened the door, leading with her knife. She used the tip of her foot to push open the door, it creaked open meticulously, dragging onwards. The breeze brought her skin to goosebumps, and in front of her she saw her window, pried up, curtains flipping around in the breeze.

“Whoever the hell is in here, I’m calling the police!” she yelled, holding her knife as she looked around, not seeing anyone, “So you better fucking run!”

“Mrrreow!”

(Y/N) gasped as she looked down, just to be met with a black cat rubbing up against the door, pushing it open more. Looking closer at her room now, she noticed a couple of candles had been knocked down, as well as some beads. Her trashcan had been ransacked.

“Oh,” she whispered feeling a bit more sympathetic now. She must have left open the window on accident, although she swore she hadn’t, “Poor baby, are you hungry?”

The cat meowed again, before jumping over to her desk when suddenly he came eye to eye with something. The cat quickly grabbed a small ring on her desk, took it in his mouth, and jumped back out the window. (Y/N) gasped at how quickly it had happened.

“Hey!” She yelled looking out the window, running over to it, “Give that back!”

(Y/N) pushed through the window and looked out, watching the cat scurry across over to the house across the street, the house. Outside of the house was a figure that she could barely make out in the distance, slowly reaching down and petting the cat, it was large and extremely muscular. It grabbed the ring out of the mouth of the cat, and slowly held it up, he had large claws that barely silhouetted in the light. (Y/N) gasped as she watched, was this the person who lived next door? The figure turned and met eyes with her as she hung out the window, and she felt a strike in her chest. 

He had glowing, yellow eyes.

She lept out of the window and slammed it shut, quickly shutting her curtains and drawing them tight. Her fingers ran up to the top of the window and locked it in place. Who? No, what, was that? Anxiously (Y/N) ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to keep her composure, her chest pulsing upwards and down with her heavy breaths to steady her posture.

Yellow eyes haunted her dreams.

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up, sleeping in without the sun to wake her up, curtains drawn still. She moved her limbs sluggishly as she rubbed her eyes, looking into the mirror to see dark circles drawn below. The knife still sat on her dresser. Hungry, she walked out to make something for breakfast.

Ding dong!

Her head whipped over to the door. She gulped. Slowly, she heads over to peak through the eye hole, squinting one eye to peer through. All she saw was her porch and the house that loomed into the distance. No one. An envelope slipped under the door, and she stopped looking for a second confused before she peered through the hole again. No one. How the hell did the letter get there?

The envelope was a deep red, a wax seal elegantly placed holding it together. Ms. (Y/N) was written on the front. Curiosity pulled her like she was drawn by a string to the letter, as she shakily picked it up. She dug under the wax seal and lifted it up with her nails, a small cardstock-like paper inside. A note, that had been addressed to her.

Dear (Y/N),

You are humbly invited on this day, October 24th, to visit our humble abode, Hollow House, on the top of the hill. We believe we have something of yours, and now you have a secret of ours. We’d like to discuss it over a humble dinner. Tonight at 5 pm, show up and knock on the door three times in quick succession. State your name, and the door will be unlocked for you. Head down the hall, and you will meet my butler to bring you to us.

If you fail to arrive, we will have to take measures into our own hands.

Dearly,

Kim Namjoon

(Y/N) felt her hair rise as she read the letter. She couldn’t tell if was a threat or an invitation. She ran her finger over it before looking at the time, she only had a couple of hours. Part of her didn’t want to go, but the last sentence kept her going.

If you fail to arrive, we will have to take measures into our own hands.

Despite everything in her begging for her not to go, to pretend she had never seen the invite at all, she showed up. Right at 5 pm, she trekked up the hill, looking decently nice. She wore a tight red dress, wearing lipstick to match, and a jacket that hugged her shoulders from the cold. Every single part of the letter had shown an element of elegancy, so she felt pressured to present so.

Heading up to the door, she noticed the intricate detailing of the wood. It had to have been decades old by its victorian style, but still, the gold on the knob was perfectly shined as if it hadn’t aged past a month. She raised her fist, knocking three times. Upon the third knock, the door swung open on its own, almost knocking (Y/N) back in surprise.

The hall was a mahogany wood, dressed in a red carpet and wallpaper. Old paintings and portraits of men hung against the wall, seven men, in particular, each to their own frame. She looked across the frames, were these family members? The air was thick, and she felt crowded and tight as she walked down the empty hallway. There was an ethereal chorus of people around her blind to the eye.

“Hello?” She called down the hallway, an opening was at the far end, and she kept going down the hallway, hesitant.

“Goodevening (Y/N), we’re expecting you.” She gasped, feeling the voice upon the back of her neck.

When she turned, she was met by a tall man, dressed in a nice black suit, his hair slicked back. She could have sworn he wasn’t there before.

“My name is Seokjin, I’ll show you to Mr. Kim.” He said with a bow, “Please, follow me. I will take your coat.” he swiftly wrapped an arm around her, taking her jacket off. He slung it over the arm that hung at a 90-degree angle in front of him, bringing it with him.

“Uh- thank you,” she said gulping, “How did you get behind me, I could have sworn there was no one there.”

“I was there the entire time,” he said simply as he walked, not addressing the concern fully. There had been too many strange coincidences over and over again, and (Y/N) was getting overwhelmed with trying to find rationality in all of them.

She was brought to a long table, seven seats across it. At the end stood a man, with his hair slicked back, and hands folded. The rest of the men held their heads down, the only other seat open 

“Good evening,” The man at the end of the table said, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Kim Namjoon, the owner of this house.”

Seokjin moved to pull a chair for (Y/N) out, motioning for her to sit, to which she hesitantly complied. He moved past to stand behind Kim Namjoon’s chair, watching from afar.

“I believe last night you saw something, unexplainable.” He said, narrowing his eyes. Two of the boys looked further down, pouting, “In trade for this ring, If you promise not to disclose any information we give you, we will explain.”

(Y/N) at this point barely cared about the ring, all she wanted was answers to everything that was happening, and she nodded.

“This is Jeon Jungkook,” Namjoon motioned to Jungkook, who was sitting closest to him, and he finally looked up, he held an innocent look, “You saw him and Hoseok here last night.”

“I only saw one man.” (Y/N) corrected.

“Hoseok,” Namjoon said, and another boy stood up.

“I’m so sorry Ma’am!” He quickly jumped out of his seat and bowed, “Jungkook and I were just playing a game, I broke into your house and stole your ring as a bet!” 

Namjoon nodded at the apology.

“That’s impossible, it was a cat,” (Y/N) interjected.

“Hoseok here has the ability to turn into a cat,” Namjoon said, and Hoseok slowly sat down nodding. “And Jungkook here is a werewolf.”

(Y/N) paused for a second, at first she could have sworn it off as a joke, but everything in her just told her it was impossible. 

“We have protected the supernatural in my family for generations,” Namjoon said, looking around the table, “We have created a family here, and this information and what you saw tonight would put my family in grave danger. I can’t have that.”

“So, werewolves, vampires, all of that is real?” (Y/N) asked looking around, none of these boys were human, and that settled in. It made everything make sense, the letter, the strange circumstances surrounding everything. It was all because it wasn’t rational to begin with. 

“Precisely,” Namjoon said, “Their existence has been attempted to be wiped out and portrayed as fiction since their discovery. My family has sworn to protect them as they are as humane as us. I will do anything to protect these people, including covering up your disappearance if so necessary. If you do not wish that, then we can enter a legally binding contract in order to make sure this does not get told to anyone.”

(Y/N) looked at the boys surrounding her. Each of them looked either scared, angry, or both. Namjoon, in the center of them all, hung over them all protectively. She realized then the true nature of this house- the real reason why it felt so abandoned. It was because they had to for their safety.

“Alright,” she nodded, “I won’t tell anyone.”

A collective sigh of relief came from the boys, as they relaxed in their seats. Namjoon let a satisfied smirk come to his face.

“But I want to help.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows raised, and everyone turned to look at her in shock.

“You’re just protecting these people?” she said looking around at everyone, “I’ll help since I’m the only other one that knows. I can bring you all food and run errands outside of the house. I’ll help with whatever is needed.”

“Oh my god, can you get us a tv?” One of the boys peered up, “I’ve always wanted a tv!”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon looked over to him, “You can't spring these questions-”

“Sure.” (Y/N) said, “I have an extra one in my bedroom that I don’t use.”

“Namjoon please let her stay!” Taehyung turned, letting out his bottom lip in a pleading glance, “I like her already! She’s going to get us a tv!”

Namjoon paused and then looked forward at (Y/N). “Fine. We will accept your help.”

“Then introduce me to all of you,” she said with a smile, “I’ll run errands for you so that you all don’t risk exposing yourselves.”

“We will chat over this dinner then.” Kim Namjoon nodded, as Seokjin brought out plates of food for the two of you, “I did promise food after all.”

Entry #32, October 24, 2022.Today I learned about the seven men that inhabit Hollow House (The House), and I have contracted myself to help their cause. Why? A mix of curiosity and empathy. They all seemed extremely sheltered and a bit uptight to rules, and I wanted to alleviate that. Plus, they have all unveiled a secret to me that I have stumbled upon by accident, the nature of their supernatural abilities. I want to know how this works and why the Kim family is the way they are. They seemed like normal boys most of all, minus the occasionally terrifying behaviors.

First, Namjoon, is the (human?) owner of the house, and a descendant of the Kim family. He seems extremely protective and caring about everyone in there, going as far as to threaten to kill me. He invited me over to dinner and gave me back the ring. The others seem to respect him a lot. I’m not sure if he fully trusts me yet. I want to gain that trust.

Min Yoongi didn’t speak much if at all during my meeting with him, but from what I know he isn’t alive. He seemed to float when he walked, and his voice when he did speak was airy and barely comprehensible. He seemed off, a bit too closed off.

Jung Hoseok was the cat who broke into my house, so I assume he is a shapeshifter. He seemed apologetic over the situation from last night. During our meal he talked a lot, so he seems very outgoing. He seemed like a fun person to hang around with and he pushed for conversation.

Kim Taeyhung had the sharpest teeth and didn’t eat his meal in the slightest. All he drank was this deep, red wine that Seokjin poured separately. Yet, he spoke with me a bit, he seems kind of outgoing as well. I assumed from this he might be a vampire, and during the meal whenever his stomach rumbled, he looked at me in hunger.

Park Jimin was simply a mix of the most angelic but dived into the darkest smiles I’ve ever seen in my life. He kept looking at me during the entirety of the meal I had. His eyes were extremely dark, almost pulling me in. I have no idea what sort of supernatural creature he is, I can’t put a label on him.

Kim Seokjin seemed to take on the role of the butler in the house, yet he kept appearing and reappearing at the quickest speeds I have ever seen. He seemed extremely polite, and I didn’t get the opportunity to learn much about him during the conversation as he kept quiet next to Namjoon the entire time. I wonder if there is a way to have a conversation with just him.

Finally, Jeon Jungkook. He is the yellow eyes that kept appearing in my dreams. So he was a werewolf? It was a full moon, so I guess that makes sense. He seemed to have quite an apologetic nature for last night too, but he seemed extremely intrigued by me there. Why did he want my ring in the first place anyways to go as far as to tell Hoseok to break in for it? 

By learning more about this place, I’ve got seven more questions to learn about. But I will be the one to uncover what truly they mean, what goes on inside the walls. What are the stories of these people that so have gone as far as to know my name? Part of me wonders what I’ve wrapped myself into. But I’ve gone too far deep now, so there’s no stopping what lies behind the Hollow House.

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[7ndipity]

"In the Woods Somewhere"

Doppelganger Jin x Reader

Summary: A camping trip with your boyfriend takes an unsettling turn when you can't shake the feeling of being watched

Warnings: supernatural themes, swearing, slightly suggestive comments, brief violence, animal death, stalking? Lmk if I missed anything

A/N: partially inspired by the Hozier song of the same name

Spooktober m.list

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"You know, when you said camping, I thought you meant one of those cute little camper vans or something, not sleeping bags on the freezing ground" You said, panting as you and Jin made your way up the winding trail, finally reaching the campsite.

"Sweetheart, proper camping, in my mind, means a tent." He said, as you set down your supplies, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "And we won't be on the ground," he dug around in one of your packs before announcing, "I brought an air mattress!" He held it up, smiling proudly. He looked so cute, you caved immediately.

"Fine, let's just everything set up before we get eaten by some bears." You teased.

It started as the two of you were setting up the tent. You were struggling with one of the tent poles when you began to feel as if you were being watched. It was then that you noticed a strange, low pitched noise coming from the woods.

"Did you hear that?" You asked.

Jin paused for a moment, listening. "What?"

"I don't know, it was kinda like humming?" You listened again but you couldn't hear it anymore. "Nevermind, I must've just misheard something." you said, still feeling slightly uneasy, but you tried to brush it off as being paranoid, returning your attention to the tent.

The rest the afternoon was a pleasant blur after you finished setting up camp. Jin tried to teached you how to fish, but if it had been up to you to catch dinner, you would've gone hungry. Luckily, Jin had much better success. You had to admit though, against your initial reservations, you were having a really good time, especially seeing how happy it made him to share his one of his hobbies with you.

As you sat together by the fire that evening, he poked you in the ribs playfully to get your attention. "Hey."

"Hey." You chuckled.

"I got you something." He pulled out a small box and offered it to you.

"What's the occasion?" You asked in surprise.

"There isn't one, I just saw it and thought you should have it." He said, opening it for you to reveal a simple silver ring, a tiny moon artfully etched into it's surface.

"It's beautiful." You breathed as he took it out and slipped it on you finger, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand afterwards.

"You like it?"

"I love it." You said, kissing him tenderly, "And I love you." When you parted, you could see the slight flush in his cheeks as he looked at you with small grin.

"You know, If you're still worried about freezing, I'm sure I can think of a way to keep you warm." He said resting a hand on your thigh teasingly.

"Don't even try it, you'll pop the mattress!" You smacked his hand away, making him laugh.

"Ah! Alright, let's just sleep then."

That was easier said than done apparently. You tried to sleep, but everytime you started to doze off, you'd hear something moving about outside in the underbrush. At one point you thought you could hear something circling the tent and woke Jin, but when he checked, there was nothing there. As you both fell back to sleep, you swore you could hear the humming again, closer.

When you woke again, it was completely quiet, finally. You gave relieved sigh, but when you rolled over, Jin's side of the bed was empty. You tried to keep your mind in check, knowing that he'd probably just gone to relieve himself, but the unsettling feeling from earlier had returned, and you couldn't take just sitting there by yourself anymore.

On slightly shaky legs, you climbed out of the tent, taking a few deep breaths as you surveyed your surroundings. The moon hung low in the sky just over the trees; it must've been nearing dawn, but the darkness was still terribly heavy around you.

"Jin?" You called out, but there was no reply. The longer you listened, the more uneasy you felt. The air was so still, no wind, no crickets, it was almost suffocating.

Then you heard it again, the same low, rumbling hum. For a few moments you stood listening, but then you began to recognize the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

"Jin?" Taking a flash light, you made your way a short distance down the trail towards the sound, but as you neared, it stopped abruptly. Everything went silent again.

Suddenly, a sharp, shrill noise cut through the air; some sort of animal cry that sounded an awful lot like a human scream.

"Jin?" You called again louder, properly afraid now. This was a mistake, you cursed yourself, you should've just waited by the tent. You wanted to go back, but the sound had come from between you and campsite. You thought about trying to take a different route back, but in the dark all the trees looked the same and you were certain to get lost.

You started back down the trail cautiously. Not far down the path, you came across what you assumed had made the screaming sounds.

It looked like a fox, or at least, what was left of a fox. It was no wonder why it had made the sounds you'd heard. Whatever had caught it had more than just killed it, they'd absolutely shredded it to pieces.

Trying to stifle the wave of nausea that rolled through you at the sight, you backed away till your back hit a tree. If that's what you'd heard, then whatever had killed the poor thing was likely still nearby. Something with some vicious teeth or claws.

You glanced around nervously, letting out a loud gasp when you spotted a set of dark eyes watching you.

"Jin?"

He stepped out of the shadow of the trees slowly, his expression unreadable, eyes never leaving you. "Hello, y/n."

"You scared the shit out of me!" You said shakily, your heart racing.

"I'm sorry." He said, though he didn't sound like it. If anything, he sounded slightly amused.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep." He said dismissively. "I found this cool area down by the water, come see." He gestured over his shoulder.

"N-no, I think we should go back to camp, it's not safe out here." You said pointing out the fox, but he seemed remarkably unbothered.

"We don't have to worry about that, it won't bother us." The moonlight seem to cast slanted shadows over his face, making it look too sharp, too angular. "Come on, I wanna show you this."

"I don't want to, can't we just wait till morning?" You asked. Couldn't he see how upset you were?

"I really think you ought to see it now." He insisted, trying to take your hand, but you pulled away. Why was he acting like this? Something was very wrong.

"Jin, please, what is-"

"Will you just come on!" He snapped harshly, grabbing your hand, only to immediately jerk away, hissing in pain.

"Fuck! Why are you wearing silver?!"

"What are you talking abou-" You were still wearing the silver moon ring he'd given you earlier. But before you could finish your question, another voice rang out faintly from the forest behind you.

"Y/n? Y/n!" You heard Jins strained voice calling out. But that couldn't be right, if he was out there, who, what was standing in front of you?

"Ah, what a shame," he said almost to himself, looking up slowly, "we were going to have so much fun." He smiled darkly at you, needle-like fangs now on full display. Your blood ran cold.

He lunged for you, managing to grab your arm again, but you slapped him with your ring hand, causing him to let go instantly, clutching at his face as you bolted away. Having dropped your light during the scuffle, you ran through the woods blindly, adrenaline pushing your legs as hard as they could go, branches and briars catching on your clothes as you scrambled through the underbrush.

As you looked back to see if he was following you, you ran full-force into Jin.

"Y/n!" He said in relief reaching to steady you, but you jerked back, fighting to get away.

"No, let me go!" You cried.

"Y/n! It's just me!" He said, holding onto you tightly. After a moment of struggle, you finally looked up at him long enough to notice the differences in his face. There was no darkness in his eyes, no shadows, only concern for you.

"Jin?" Not fully trusting your eyes, you raised a shaky hand and pressed it to his cheek, making sure your ring made contact with his skin. Nothing.

"It's okay, it's me." He assured you, placing a hand in top of yours tenderly. Your eyes blurred with tears as you broke down, clinging to him for dear life.

It took several minutes for you to calm down enough to answer his questions. No, you weren't hurt. You said that you'd just gotten lost. You didn't tell him about what you'd seen, frankly you didn't really know what it was you'd seen, let alone how to explain it to him. All you knew is you wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

"Can we go home, please?" You shook in his arms.

"Of course we can, sweetheart," he said gently, "anything you want."

By now, the sun had begun to rise as the two of you quickly packed everything up, you making sure that Jin never left your sight. As you were leaving, you could hear the humming again. You held on to Jin's hand tightly the whole way back to the car.

You didn't really talk about it again. For several months afterwards, on nights when you struggled to sleep, you would press your ring to his skin just to be sure he was real, that he was your Jin.

Jin said that next time you went camping, he would get a camper van like you'd wanted, but you didn't know if you would ever go out there again. Not knowing now what might be hiding out there in the woods.

[kookieswan]

Shadow Play – Introductions

Haunted!2Seok x Medium!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Tags/Warnings: Poly!AU (eventually), Ghost/Demon!AU, Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: General spookiness/horror, Mentions of Injury/Bodily Harm, MC can see spirits/demons/unsettling things. More to come!

Notes: SO! The Shadow Play series is being rewritten. I’m reworking each chapter to fit a new sort of pacing, but the general story will remain the same for the most part. I hope you all enjoy! Also! Some spookiness for October heh.

This is the 1st instalment of the Shadow Play Series! Find the Masterlist here!

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Staring up at the enormous apartment building, you already feel unbelievably uneasy. It’s 7PM, the sun is starting to slowly set over the horizon, casting shadows over the architecture around you. Shaking your head a bit, you try and clear your mind, adjusting the large backpack you brought and making your way through the front entrance to the center desk. There’s a man there, security you’re guessing, so you stop and confirm with him first. You try to ignore the nametag which proudly states ‘Dick’. Glancing down at your phone, you read the info the frantic men had sent you.

“Uh, excuse me…. I’m here to see Hoseok Jung and Seokjin Kim. Apartment number… 666.” Of course, they live in 666, why wouldn’t they? The man nods his head, stating that they were already expecting you and that you’re allowed to pass up to the penthouse. With that, you step toward the elevator to get to the sixty-sixth floor of the building. It’s shiny, and you can’t help but wonder exactly how an entity had come to haunt such an upscale place, particularly since it seems to be a relatively new building. Everything around you screams money, the sleek black of the marble in the lobby, the large vases of flowers, everything…

Thinking back, you had thought it amusing when the men first called you. They sounded scared shitless, which you suppose is understandable if they actually DO have something disturbing them. Both men took turns practically yelling into the phone, trying to explain that they’ve been seeing and hearing things for months now. Something or another about broken dishes, flipped trash cans, and odd sounds. The thing is though, most people call you only to waste your time. Claiming that a ghost is haunting them, only for it to be a tree branch outside of their house brushing against a window, or something similar to that. Some of them are honest mistakes, others, well…

The elevator dings when you finally make it to the 66th floor, letting you know that you’ve made it to the right place. Before you step out, you try to feel for something off, something that stands out, but nothing seems to be out of place. There’s only a single door in front of you, number 666, since this is apparently a penthouse. Blowing out a huff of air, you raise your hand and knock the door, only getting two knocks in before the door flings open almost dramatically. Who you’re guessing is Seokjin and Hoseok stand on the other side, eyes blown wide as saucers as they take in your form. They’re both scarily good looking, very different from each other but both carrying their own charm. The two men are dressed quite nicely but it makes sense considering where they live. You’ll have to ask them what they do for work when you get the chance.

The one with the broad shoulders introduces himself as Seokiin, taking your hand hastily and shaking it. You can feel how balmy his hands are, veins popping out slightly. Glancing at him, you take note that his hair is a warm brown color and fluffy, almost matching the tone of his eyes. It wouldn’t be far fetched to call him the prettiest person you’ve ever seen.

Hoseok doesn’t waste much time grabbing your other hand, shaking it up and down quickly while he gives you the biggest heart shaped grin. He has darker hair, black and wavy, but his eyes are a similar color to Seokjins. If only all of your clients caught your attention like this; last week it was an old lady who accidently let her pet hamster out, which then proceeded to terrorize her. That poor, poor, hamster…

“We’re so happy you’re here! Honestly, we’re at our wits end trying to figure out what to do. We even considered calling the church, but Hoseok insisted we’d ignite if we stepped foot inside.” The men continue to stand side by side as Seokjin drawls on, handsome faces trained on you as you stare directly past them. Another quick glance for something that could potentially be wrong, but nothing makes itself known. Snapping your eyes to look between them, you try your best to give them a small smile, and silently wonder why they’re possibly making everything up.

“I’m happy to be here to help you both. May I come in…?” They part from each other and let you come forward without further question. You step in hesitantly, unsure of what exactly you’re facing at the moment. If there really is something causing them issue, it’s hiding away from you and likely won’t show itself if it already hasn’t. The men usher you a little further inside to what must be the living room as you glance around, taking note of the way the penthouse is laid out.

“Would you like something to drink?” You do, suddenly feeling unbelievably parched, so Hoseok gestures for you to sit in a chair opposite to their couch while Seokjin leaves to go grab tea. Settling in the spot while making small talk with Hoseok, you glance around the area to try and find any sort of darkness, but only light continues to gleam through the large windows. A good development you suppose, nothing is certainly better than something. Seokjin comes back a few minutes later, a tray with tea and a few pastries on it. You thank him, pulling your notebook out of your bag, and ask them to tell you about their experiences.

“So, tell me everything you can. Every little detail is good, but maybe start with the bigger issues or events you’ve been encountering.” The men are quiet for a moment, glancing at each other and fidgeting uncomfortably. Seokjin sits forward, remaining quiet, but you wait patiently as you take a sip of your tea (which is delicious). If this is real, you can only imagine what they may have seen, and you don’t want to pry. Not right away at least, not before you hear their side of things.

“Well… We see things. All the time. There are shadows everywhere, even when we have a bunch of lights on. It’s like something always… creeping around?” You start to take notes diligently, wanting to make sure you have a good understanding of the type of scourge you could be facing. From what’s been said already, it seems to like to hide in the shadows, hunting its prey quietly but effectively; the only issue being that you haven’t seen jack shit. Malevolent things like to hide though… Hoseok nods before piping up, voice wavering as he speaks.

“I’ve been pulled out of my bed… On more than one occasion. Things move all the time too. I’ll be in the shower, and something will fall off the sink, or I’ll be in the kitchen and suddenly the spoon I was using moved across the room.” So, if it is something, it’s fucking with them, that much is clear. The biggest question though is if had physically harmed them yet. There’s a distinct difference between light mischief and actual damage.

“Have you been physically harmed? Scratches, burns, cuts… Anything like that?” They both shake their head and you breath out a sigh of relief, happy to know that they’re at least kind of safe for the time being if this thing is real. You entered their space though, its space, and that could certainly stir things up a lot in the long run. Seokjin lets the smallest of smiles grace his face before answering you.

“No, Petunia hasn’t touched us. Well, beside occasionally pulling us from our beds. Maybe they just think we’re cute, I don’t know…” It’s dead silent after that, and your raise a brow in disbelief. Leaning forward, you frown and look the handsome man dead in the eye as he sits back in his seat, smile turning uncertain as you get into his space.

“You… you named the thing that you think is haunting you?!” They blink at you owlishly and nod as you sink further into your seat. Delicious idiots the two of them, trying to dig their own graves rather early in life. Letting out a long sigh, you crack a few of your fingers warily before addressing the situation. They were being dumb, sure, but it seemed to be unintentional for the most part.

“You give spirits power by naming them. It’s something you should never, ever do.” Hoseok actually seems to turn a green color while Seokjin looks unbelievably pale. It’s too late now, but hopefully the entity wasn’t too encouraged by the action. Petunia isn’t the most empowering of names anyways. Writing down more of the info they gave you, you nearly jump out of your skin as Hoseok shrieks loudly out of nowhere, Jin falling off of the couch and onto his ass.

“It just ran behind you! Like a shadow, holy shit!” Glancing behind yourself, you don’t see a single thing. Not a hint of coldness, no eerie shadows in sight; everything looks normal save for the curtain blowing in the breeze. Glancing back at the two men, you take in their scared expressions quietly. They look real enough, but still… Something about all of this doesn’t seem quite right.

“Hey, both of you. It’s alright. It’ll be alright, I promise I’ll figure this all out for the two of you.” They both nod although there’s definitely a loss to the chipper qualities they both held before. Hoseok’s hair falls into his eyes as he looks around, back and forth almost animatedly. Seokjin is about the same, but his long hair is slicked back from his face, allowing you to see the way his brows furrow.

Even if all of this does seem suspicious, it’s clear that these men are scared of something within their home. Perhaps a bird’s shadow flying by a window, a loose pipe, a damn mouse even… But it’s bothering them, and something tells you that you have to do something about it. You have to do something to make them feel better. And so, sitting forward in your seat a bit, you take a deep breath and look back and forth between them, determination in your eyes.

“I think… I’d like to stay the night to observe if that’s alright?”

[trivia-yandere]

trivia-yandere/explicit-tae halloween masterlist

welcome to a spooky corny masterlist. some fics posted will also be a part of the alternate universe masterlist, as well, that fits the "spooky" aspect.

warning: will contain smut, non-con/rape, dub-con, violence, etc - warnings will be set in each fic uploaded. please read the warnings before continuing

2024

divine intervention - (taehyung) - you'll do anything to have your own baby one day - even to go against your morals and allow a wiccan to help you. completed 09.06 early release

autumn of terror - (seokjin) the small town of oakville is being taken over by a serial killer who goes by "the ripper" you, an out of town detective, team up with head detective of oakville, kim seokjin, to take down the ripper. completed 10.04

red pill- (hoseok/namjoon) while partying, you decide to take a mysterious pill called "hell on earth" that's said to take you to a whole different dimension; one of pure ecstasy, lust and pleasure. completed 10.07

sentient - (namjoon) you're gifted a high-technology android by an old friend who appears to know everything - even about you. completed 10.09

2023

two sentence horror story (jin) - it's been nearly five years since you last saw seokjin completed [will be released 10/01}

fertile (taehyung) during an annual camping trip with your parents, you venture off deep into the woods and find a man chained to a tree. completed {will be released 10/06}

moral dilemma (hoseok) - your morality is tested at a monthly family dinner that gets interrupted by two masked men. completed {will be released 10/08}

test your morality (jungkook) - jungkook's morality is tested when he's woken from his unconscious state to find you - his best friend - bound before him. completed {will be released 10/09}

metamorphosis (jungkook) - in which you encounter someone in the middle of the night seemingly hurt. much to your luck, you were wrong. completed {will be released 10/13) PART 2

word is bond (jimin) - in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king. completed {will be released 10/17}

[mxckiemxn]

BTS “Standby” Masterlist 📖 WIP

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Genre: ZombieApocalypseAU 🧟‍♂️, horror 👻

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Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

[bumblebwii]

BTS X THE WALKING DEAD C3

Jungkook centric! Please read the previous two parts before this one aha :)

6K word count

Summary:

He was left alone for a while, he fell asleep quickly, discarded bits of twine close by to kill off any threats. His dreams were plagued by his parents, by Jimin, by all of those awful kids at school and Jungkook felt weak in his dreams for a while, cowering away from their attacks in the corner, until his tears solidified into a weapon and his sadness solidified into anger and he used it to fuel his thirst for blood, picking them off one by one in a little game of hide and seek. Jungkook won.

CONTENT WARNINGS

depictions of murder, cannibalism, blood, gore, bad people, bad parents and trauma.

Jungkook let out a gentle breath, a long exhale that barely made a noise as he used it to carry away the day’s intensity. Corrupt bosses meant that the company was beginning to crumble and sink, they didn’t care for the little people and that was the first fault in the company’s structure. The company was on its knees and going under; it would take Jungkook down with it if he didn’t get out soon. He was turning twenty two, his birthday was sneaking up on him like a horror movie plot line and he could not help but feel overwhelmed by it. 

The first year of university had been just as bad as his high school friends had prophesied it would be, as bad as Jimin had warned him about, but it had been fun, and had brought him to an oasis in a desert that was shaped like a twenty-three year old Min Yoongi. The boy who had pulled Jungkook out of the lifeless cycle he was sticking himself in. The door of the small house jammed as Jungkook tried to push it open, like it usually did, and Jungkook groaned as he barged it with his shoulder to get it open. His house was a little house share situation, there were six of them in the three bedroom house, two in each room; it was how he and Yoongi got together, they shared the same room and grew inseparable. Their other flatmates were like ghosts and they barely saw each other; it was ideal for the young couple. 

Yoongi was standing at the stove, cooking something that smelled divine and Jungkook could not hold back the smile that spread over his face. “Hi.” Yoongi smiled, stirring something happily, “dinner’s nearly done I’ve just-,” Jungkook shuffled over and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist and let his head rest against Yoongi’s shoulders, it was a back hug sent from heaven after the day from hell that Jungkook had gone through. Yoongi patted Jungkook’s hands lovingly, letting the younger boy simply rest there for a second, “I’ve missed you too. Now, go wash up and get comfy then I’ll bring dinner up to our room, okay?” Jungkook nodded, detaching himself from Yoongi before dragging his body up for a shower. Getting into his pyjamas had always been Jungkook’s favourite part of the day. 

Yoongi came in with their food just as Jungkook was changing and whistled playfully over Jungkook’s half naked, damp appearance and Jungkook stuck his tongue out, “please, I look like a zombie. Work was dreadful and I’m either gonna quit tomorrow or just hold off until I get another job.”

“If this is what zombies are gonna look like then I can’t wait for the apocalypse. If you need to quit then quit, we’ll be alright. I’m working and I can always take on a few more shifts until you can find another job. My parents are happy to help us with shopping money too.” Yoongi reassured him, setting out the food along the floor, they could not afford a little table, then again, the house was too small to fit one, even if they could afford one. “You’re too young to worry about stuff like this, honey. You’ll be grey by twenty seven.”

“I think I’d look sexy with grey hair. At least I’d not have to worry about buying bleach if I wanted to go pink again.”

Yoongi chucked to himself and took a bite of food, watching as Jungkook shimmied on a pair of pyjama bottoms. Life was stressful but it was dinners spent with the love of his life after an awful day that made Jungkook’s heart feel fully content. Jungkook wanted to spend the rest of his life doing this, eating and laughing with Yoongi, watching some sci-fi comedy on their shared laptop, or scrolling through social media and laughing at the memes that shaped the pair’s humour. 

Yoongi was a great cook, although that was to be expected of a culinary student who dreamed of opening his own restaurant. Jungkook supported him all the way, Yoongi’s restaurant would be out of this world. Yoongi was teaching Jungkook to cook, ever patient and caring. He was like that only for Jungkook though, because from talking with Yoongi’s peers, the older boy gives Gordon Ramsey a run for his money. Darling-boy Yoongi with his soft smile and benevolent habits was a terrifying man in the kitchen, he ran a tight ship and had a commanding aura. One that he threw in the bin when it came to Jungkook and he helped Jungkook with anything; piano, cooking, building, budgeting, all of it rolled with gentle chuckles and careful, wonderful hands.

Their food had long been finished, crusted onto the plates before Jungkook huffed out a little squeeze of air and took them into the kitchen to be washed. It was no surprise when Yoongi trailed after Jungkook with a small blurt of information about the show and actors they were watching. It was a little habit of Yoongi’s to know the who, what, where and when’s of films and series and Jungkook could listen to the man talk for hours, which Yoongi often did, little tangents here and there about whatever thoughts Yoongi had cropped up mid sentence. Yoongi could be a whirlwind when he felt comfortable enough with you; a little goofball and Jungkook’s beaming ray of sunshine.

Love felt good to Jungkook, like sitting on the world’s comfiest settee after being on your feet for hours, like submerging yourself in a pool of perfectly cold water on those humid summer days. Yoongi had quickly become an important cog in Jungkook’s life, he had crept in and captured Jungkook’s innocent heart in a short span of half a year and Yoongi had pulled Jungkook up into feeling like a functional member of society after a lifetime of feeling like an outcast in his own home.

“Jimin-ah called me earlier, Jungkook.” Yoongi said softly, a wary tone sewing itself into Yoongi’s voice. Jungkook and Jimin had a weird relationship to say the least. Jungkook both loved and hated his older brother for being the only person before Yoongi to actually give half a shit about Jungkook, but Jungkook also hated Jimin for being the poster child for everything in their parent’s eyes and unintentionally being the reason for all of Jungkook’s anguish. Jimin was the sweetest person alive, so full of love and grace and all things lovely, always had been, he had been graced with perfect features, perfect nature, perfect everything. That’s something their parent’s would rub in like some lemon and salt concoction onto a gaping wound as they pointed out all of the features Jungkook still needed to grow into or change; the nature he needed to alter. It drove Jungkook crazy.

Jungkook nodded gently and smiled tightly, “oh.” He took a sip of his drink and Yoongi let out a slow sigh. 

“He was asking all about you.” Yoongi and Jimin were close friends, quickly forming a bond that Jungkook was both endeared and apprehensive about. They would talk often, much more often than Jungkook and Jimin would. “He misses you, Jk. He wants you to call at some point so that you can decide when to have that coffee with him like you promised.”

“Ugh, he never forgets anything. That was an empty promise. I don’t even like coffee.” Jungkook huffed into his glass like he did not want Yoongi to hear and scold him.

“He loves you. You forget that.” Yoongi said lightly with a disapproving shake of his head, “so call him and go buy a smoothie instead. Anyway, he called to tell you that your parents are coming tomorrow at noon and they’re taking us to lunch.”

Jungkook chugged the rest of his drink and groaned loudly. There was no escaping his parents grilling him half to death tomorrow at lunch. Jimin most definitely will be there too, gleaming and innocently stomping Jungkook into the asphalt. “I honestly think that being shot in the leg would be far less painful than sitting around a dinner table with my family.”

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When Jungkook awoke, it was to the feeling of cold metal against his chest and a dead feeling in his limbs, “fuck.” He mumbled, voice clogged with sleep.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have said that was attractive.” Taehyung sighed, pinching Jungkook’s face in between his fingers and thumb, moving Jungkook’s face side to side and checking Jungkook’s pupil reaction. “I remember you that day. You saved me. Us. Thank you.” Taehyung said, “it’s a shame you turned out like this. We could’ve been great friends, your brother is the greatest.”

It was a knee-jerk reaction to let out an annoyed snarl of a sound, old cauterised wounds reopening at the remark about the two brothers, a constant thorn in Jungkook’s childhood of everyone preferring Jimin to him, of their parents asking Jungkook why he could not be more like their oldest son. 

“Hit a nerve, did we?” Taehyung laughed softly, “Yoongi’s told me all about your little childhood trauma and as someone who took a great liking to neurology, I can’t help but see why you’re the way that you are.” Taehyung had a sweetness about him, but it was boxed away and hidden away beneath a mound of post-apocalyptic ice-heartedness. “Jimin wants to see you.” Taehyung said and cut some of the twine to free Jungkook up a little bit, pulling him into a wheelchair. “You can try to run, but I’ll put a bullet in your other leg and leave it there.” He offered as he pushed Jungkook out of the cell and into another one, They were on a top floor, the stairs not too far away, Jungkook’s leg was in agony, he chose to hold off on the running, it was in his best interest to stay in the wheelchair for now. He’ll run when he’s more healed and better equipped. 

Jimin’s cell was glowing with the light of a yellow-bulb lamp and Jungkook scoffed quietly, typical, it was alive with gentle murmurs and his older brother’s light laughter. “Googie!” Jimin smiled, leaning out of his bed to hug Jungkook, swatting away Namjoon’s worrying hands before engulfing Jungkook in a tight hug. “You’re okay!” There were tears in his voice and Jungkook tried not to shove the other brother away, he tried to collect the good memories together just so he didn’t cause more harm than good; Jungkook took a deep breath. 

“Jimin.” Jungkook patted his back. When Jimin pulled away from the hug, he held Jungkook’s face in his hands and inspected him closely. Jungkook found it infuriating how light and baby-faced Jimin still looked. The apocalypse had taken no physical toll on his older brother, he was still as gorgeous and perfect as ever and their parents would be proud, boastful. The apocalypse had not been so kind to Jungkook, who developed scars and sharper, uninviting features; his skin wrinkled in certain places and in the quick reflections he caught of himself, Jungkook looked old, older than he truly was. Thankfully though, no grey hair.  

“Thirty four looks good on you little bro!” Jimin smiled, it was odd, as if they weren’t surviving an apocalypse, as if Jungkook had immigrated somewhere far for a few years. As if Jungkook had not nearly killed Jimin and felt no remorse in doing so.

“Does it?” Jungkook asked, eyebrow raised, “I would say thirty eight looks good on you, but I’d be a liar. You look half dead. Or maybe a quarter dead would be more fitting considering our current society.” Jungkook shrugged, half a dead laugh edging at his lips.

“Oh, come on, he looks fine, even you can see that!” Taehyung huffed, pushing all of Jungkook’s buttons, “couldn’t even tell you almost died, Jimin.” Taehyung lightly hit Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook glared up at him. “You should compliment your brother, it's the least you could do. He looks far better than you do and we only took the bullet from your leg.”

Jimin mumbled something that Jungkook did not bother to listen to and he pushed himself up off the wheelchair, he was much taller than Taehyung, who honestly was so beautiful Jungkook felt bad for cursing him mentally. Taehyung looked tired and prematurely aged by his profession, but he managed to pull it off and look like he had never faced a day of trauma in his life. Jungkook hated it, hated him. Everyone in the cell rose to alert at Jungkook standing, ready to shoot to kill, but Jungkook rolled his eyes and limped away, ignoring whatever they were saying to him and he shut the door to his cell and laid on the top bunk.

He was left alone for a while, he fell asleep quickly, discarded bits of twine close by to kill off any threats. His dreams were plagued by his parents, by Jimin, by all of those awful kids at school and Jungkook felt weak in his dreams for a while, cowering away from their attacks in the corner, until his tears solidified into a weapon and his sadness solidified into anger and he used it to fuel his thirst for blood, picking them off one by one in a little game of hide and seek. Jungkook won.

Jungkook awoke naturally to an unnatural atmosphere. It was silent, deadly so. He got down from the top bunk clumsily on the count of his damaged thigh and observed the open cell door and wondered if this was a test where he would be shot the moment he dared darken the threshold with his feet. He stared at it for a while until the sound of quiet cries stole his attention, Jimin was in floods of tears, tied to the bed much like Jungkook had been and the older one of the pair looked at Jungkook with wide, pleading eyes.

“You’re awake! Untie me.” Jungkook stayed unmoving and he continued to watch his brother. He could kill him. “Please, Jungkook. This is important! They went to go and talk with these people who we’ve been having trouble with and it’s gone quiet. I need to go.” Jungkook nodded once and walked towards his older brother, who watched him with a hopeful gleam, puppy-dog eyes that lured most people in and tricked them into giving Jimin all that he demanded. Not Jungkook. 

He leaned in closer to Jimin and placed one final kiss to the forehead. It was a venture that soothed the inner part of himself that rejoiced in his brother’s survival, it entertained the scattered part of himself that he was tricking his brother and kissing him goodbye to either let him starve or become some other fucked up person’s toy for a while, it lessened his sane-self’s unwillingness to procrastinate death and made him want to live more alongside his only living friend and brother.

“Fuck it.” Jungkook huffed and ran over the threshold. Still not dead. Jimin was smarter than to make a ruckus, there were outsiders here and shouting would only lead them to where he is incapacitated. Jungkook took a little stroll through the block, taking his weapons back. Guns. Knife. Bat. Crossbow. The crossbow had been a little treat for himself from one of the rooms and it hung over his shoulders and across his chest like it was some festival bag. 

Walking up to what used to be some sort of communal room, Jungkook did not anticipate hearing familiar voices, assuming everyone would be dead. He approached silently and waited in the dark doorway, unseen, unheard, armed. It was a circular room with two floors, donut-shaped top floor that allowed a circle of dim light in the centre bottom floor and almost pitch shadows, perfect shadows for hiding, around the edge beneath the flooring of the top floor. He watched on as Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi tried to bargain the survival of Seokjin and Taehyung, who had been grabbed by two ugly, beer-bellied men looking to get their dicks sucked and blood thirst quenched. Jungkook ate these kinds of people; did not even bother in hearing them out. What surprised Jungkook, however, were the two girls and a nimble looking boy sneaking around the shadows, knives ready to attack the three in the middle, unseen, unheard. Fun. A level playing field.

This little band of six were his to kill and his only. Jungkook was a possessive man. Sue him.

Jungkook took a calculated step into the shadows, the smallest girl, early twenties, was closest and henceforth, Jungkook’s first victim. He had perfected silent killings, the apocalypse called for silence and Jungkook steeled himself to be at her almighty, beaconing call. He grabbed her quickly and pushed the knife into the base of her jaw below the ear and pulled quickly across before jabbing it into the base of her skull so that she did not turn, then he lowered her to the floor with ease, despite the hot blood that cascaded over his hands. Jungkook missed that feeling, someone else’s blood coating his hand, another last breath stolen by his god-awful presence. 

The boy was next, running right into Jungkook’s little trap and finding himself slaughtered like the first girl, bleeding and dead on the floor, Jungkook loved the sight of blood, loved the feeling of stepping in the viscous, sticky liquid, but right now, Jungkook had to avoid it because sticky boots were noisy and Jungkook needed to stay unheard. The third girl was unaware of the fate of her companions, so did not bat an eyelid when someone stood behind her as she readied herself to attack, motioning something that must have meant something to the dead ones. Her attack would never happen though as Jungkook beat her to it, acting quickly and uncaring, he cut her throat and her brain stem and dropped her to the floor. 

Whoever these men were, they were foolish. It was three of them, slow and fat and they stunk of rancid body odour. Jungkook hated body odour. He hated people like this, who did things without poise and common sense. What Jungkook hated the most, however, was the bargaining, the talking, dragging this whole thing out by its old, wrinkly balls; these were the creeps that had been causing their little group of six problems? Pathetic. Kill first, think later. Realistically, Jungkook knew there could possibly be more than the sorry saps that just so happened to be present and dying today and that their deaths could cause some reality tv drama Jungkook was too disconnected to truly care about, but if Jungkook was going to exploit and farm these people for his own greedy benefit, then he wanted them to at least go down with a little bit of a fight and preparation. Jungkook wanted it to be fun; so he’d guide them, teach them how to have apocalyptic brains, rather than diplomatic brains, herd them right into their own pens and then the moment it all clicks together for them, it’s too late. Just the thought of it makes Jungkook’s fucked little mind feel some kind of satisfaction.

“It doesn’t have to be like this, we can work together. There’s safety in numbers.” Namjoon spoke loudly and Jungkook held everything he possibly could in just to keep himself from gagging. Idiot. There was so much potential for serious danger in bigger numbers. Plus, it was such a cliche move, the peaceful, rough around the edges leader just trying to restart the world one little piece at a time. 

Jungkook raised his crossbow, new and shiny; something he could experiment with quietly and took aim at the man standing with Seokjin in his arms, the tall surgeon had been forced awkwardly to his knees and held by the head against the man’s protruding stomach, his filthy, stained hand against Seokjin’s mouth and Jungkook dreaded knowing what it smelled like. Shit, probably. 

The release of the crossbow whistled with a satisfying speed and lodged itself into the inner corner of the man’s right eye and through the back of his nose’s bridge and out the other side of his temple. “Nice.” Jungkook smiled to himself before turning the crossbow to the other man holding a very alarmed Taehyung and released the arrow, this one jammed into the hinge of the man’s jaw and disappeared into his head somewhere. The two surgeons let out screams of horror and Jungkook rolled his eyes. You’re welcome. 

Namjoon and Hoseok jumped forward and grabbed for them to return to safety, looking around for whoever had killed the two oafs. Jungkook slung the crossbow back over his shoulder with a huff and watched for a moment as the final remaining pig of a man - an insult to pigs, Jungkook thought - looked around for the attacker and called for the three, very dead, hidden ones to come out. It was pathetic really, sad and pathetic to watch him grasp at nothing. They were standing right by the northern end of the light area

“Show yourself! Who are you?” Namjoon spat and Jungkook turned his glare to the leader. Idiot.

“All this diplomatic talking shit is gonna get you killed, dickhead.” Jungkook said harshly. “Whilst you were trading peace talks, this fucker had three toddlers getting ready to rock your shit and that’s only fun when I’m the one doing the rocking. Trust me.” Jungkook walked silently so that he was in the shadows right behind the guy. “What happened to the guy who shot me before actually checking for bites?” Jungkook laughed, cocking his gun, “what, my brother let you get your dick wet and you change your morals for killing his little brother?” Jungkook almost laughed at the feeling of the gun almost against the guy’s head. He was slipping, quickly.

“Jk-ah that’s-,” Yoongi started but was cut off by the oaf grabbing his hair and holding Yoongi right beside his head. There was something inside of Jungkook’s head that appeared like the conscience did in cartoons, screaming and begging for Jungkook to save the only man that had always made sure to keep Jungkook safe and loved, that part made Jungkook angry and defensive over Yoongi and someone grabbing at his first and only love. There was another angry voice in Jungkook’s head that reminded him that this was the end of the world, their old lives no longer mattered, Yoongi no longer mattered; Jungkook wanted to kill him anyway, get revenge for being abandoned in that alleyway after risking his life to save them.

Jungkook watched in annoyance as the man stumbled and fumbled for safety with a feisty Yoongi fighting to get out of his arms.

“I got your brother. Kill me and I’ll kill him. I just want the pretty doctors. They’re useful in more than one way.” He was waving a knife around, threatening the wrong side of the shadows. 

“That’s not my brother, that’s my husband. Grabbing him is worse than my brother. I need the doctors. You can’t have them.” Jungkook took silent steps toward the man, gun in hand and murder on his mind, and he pulled the trigger without a second thought. The man’s head threw itself in the direction of the bullet and his brain matter painted Yoongi and his body slumped like a sack of potatoes. The gunshot made Jungkook’s ears ring as the sound of it bounced around the room in awful echos and Yoongi catapulted himself out of the dead-man’s grip and towards Hoseok, who pulled Yoongi in with a worried kiss to the top of his head; something about it did not sit right in Jungkook’s stomach, but the adrenaline of the killing was still pumping through him and he could not concentrate on it for too long. Too many voices ringing in his head.

Jungkook’s tongue poked the sides of his cheek and he grabbed at the ankles of the dead man in front of him, pulling him along the floor so that Jungkook could begin to prepare their meat to use. He needed food and lots of it after the ordeal of the past few days. There was a big pool of blood spilling out from the men with arrows in their head and Jungkook only smiled to himself as he pulled the arrows free and watched as the blood splashed at his feet. He stomped his foot lightly in the puddle like a child and then purposefully stomped it on a dry patch, leaning down to messily write ‘Jeon Jungkook. Still not dead.’ Beside his boot print in the semi-warm liquid with his finger. He grabbed at another one of the men and began pulling them toward the open space, a chopping line, with shallow huffs.

“What’re you doing? We put the dead bodies outside.” Seokjin said quietly, shaken up by what had happened and probably half deafened by the gunshot.

“You shouldn’t have killed them. I had it handled.” Namjoon spat, turning to glare at Jungkook, who dropped the body to laugh heartily at Namjoon.

“Handled. Sure. Not how I would have put it, but if that’s what helps you sleep at night.” Jungkook moved onto the next one, huffing, “I just saved your behinds.” Once he had successfully moved all six bodies into the open space and stripped them of their clothes, he took the large axe that one of the dead had dropped and Jungkook twirled it in his hands; he took a moment to admire the blade.

“They were kids!” Namjoon yelled at Jungkook, “how do you have no remorse - no, how the fuck do you kill with no question, it’s-, what are you doing?!” The leader startled as Jungkook brought the axe into position and brought it down onto a shoulder joint with a thunk; someone to the left gagged at the pop of the joint as Jungkook grabbed the limp hand and twisted it with a ruthless pull and it jaggedly came away at the opening.

“Dismembering a body, what does it look like I’m doing?” Jungkook scoffed, bringing the axe down again on the other shoulder joint before he picked the large arm up, the tendons and strings of muscle and veins reached out in a ghostly attempt to pull the limb back together. “Oh, gross.” Jungkook laughed boyishly and it was accompanied by someone retching loudly and vomit splashing onto the floor. “As for those ‘kids’ you speak of, Namjoon-ssi, they were gonna get you before you could talk your way out of it and you would have had no idea about it. We’re at the end of the world, wake up. Kill or be killed; there’s nothing to think about.”

Blood kissed at Jungkook’s cheeks and the surrounding area as he started hacking at more limbs. They shot at him first, how could they be high and mighty about compassion and letting people live. Jeongguk scoffed to himself, pulling more and more limbs into a little pile. He was willing to share, there was a lot of meat here; a lot of organs to burn and bones to whittle at. 

Yoongi straightened himself out from his vomiting, each of them somewhat transfixed in horror and unable to look away. “Jungkook-ah, why are you- why, just why?”

It was a loaded question and Jungkook thought for a moment, he was a ticking time bomb and deadly, but he refused to be stupid or walked over. “Gotta survive somehow. I told you all, I’ve had to figure out the best uses for bodies.” Jungkook said slowly, bringing the axe down onto a blood stained neck “It was sunshine and rainbows for you lot, being in a group from the beginning, you’re all in it for each other. Outsiders, as you can see, have ulterior motives. Dangerous.” Everyone listened closely, silently horrified and getting semi-answers they’ve all wanted to ask, “You have to go insane to stay sane, but when someone’s ‘sane’ is a superiority complex, the normal people have to get the upper hand if you want to survive, which naturally - Taehyung will vouch for this with his brain stuff - humans have survival instincts that go haywire in dire situations.” 

Jungkook leaned down to pick up the head of the person, looking at it for a moment in it’s greying, ugly glory, half open eyes and blueish lips, hollow cheeks from lack of food and deep, deep bags.

“Survival instincts of other people, animals, viruses and plants will be the reason you die in an apocalypse. That and lack of resources. People are deadly.”

“Are you deadly?” Hoseok dared ask. “You must be to make it this far alone.”

“Yah, Jung Hoseok, are you missing the part where he just silently assassinated six people and is now dismembering their corpses?!” Seokjin snapped, glaring up at Hoseok from where he was sprawled on the floor, “obviously he’s deadly.”

“Are you a threat?” Namjoon challenged, arms crossed and eyes flickering over the dead bodies, to Yoongi, then back to Jungkook. Yoongi looked several ways devastated, a little green in colour and he was doing all he could to not look at Jungkook.

“Push my buttons like you did last night with that bullet wound and I might be.” Jungkook shrugged, the head still in his hand, blood dripping from the slice quickly into a large puddle at Jungkook’s feet, “so much blood in such a tiny person.” He marvelled softly, before throwing the head toward Taehyung who squealed in surprise, “a brain for you to look at and poke.” Jungkook laughed heartily, the sound only growing when Taehyung picked the head up and kicked it away from himself like a football.

“So you-,”

“Do you know how hard it is to survive alone?” Jungkook asked, mood switching quickly and the others seemed to notice the darkness in his voice because even Seokjin sat up to look at him. “Forget the walkers and the adults being dangers to your very existence, but to be that hungry, that alone, to see literal children die or fight or beg for food you could never give them?” Jungkook glared at Namjoon, the direct cause of his anguish, “do you know how soul destroying it is to put a six year old out of their misery? Or to ignore their cries to help them because you can barely keep yourself alive, adding another the mix is asking for something bad to happen.” 

Jungkook looked over at Yoongi, who had begun crying, mumbling that he couldn’t stomach listening to more. He needed to hear more.

“You said to me, Yoongi, I’d understand if I’d been through what you guys had, so you’re gonna understand what I’ve had to go through and then I can hear what you’ve had to fucking go through.” Jungkook hissed, “because I am not going to be this nasty little villain for surviving; I will not let any of you sit there and pity me or look down on me just because I’ve had to change because all six of you left me for dead.”

“I went back!” Yoongi hollered, crying and shaking, “I went back! It took all five of them to pull me away from you. You were so fucking still and covered in blood and we thought you were bitten and-,”

“I already told you, I don’t want to fucking hear it! Too little too late.” Jungkook shouted back, axe pointed toward Yoongi, “not a force on earth would have pulled me away from you! I certainly wouldn’t have just left you to fucking turn!”

“And you think I was in any fit state to put a knife in your head or let one of them do it?! I loved you more than life itself, you were the only thing that ever pulled me through life, especially after my parents died!” Yoongi slammed his hand on the table in frustration, “you still had a pulse and I had plans to come and rescue you but you had gone when I got there!”

Jungkook turned away from Yoongi, “whatever. It doesn’t matter anymore, the damage has already been done.”

Jungkook heard the clunk of Yoongi’s boots along the floor, away from him, “stop blaming me for leaving when you left first. Playing the hero when you were nothing but an idiot who had no idea what the new world was. Seriously, what did you expect Namjoon to do after you ran head first into a hoard of zombies, Jungkook?!”

Jungkook brought the axe down hard onto the hip joint, slicing it clean off with a shout of fury. “You’re supposed to check! You were supposed to see if I was okay before shooting me! You were supposed to pull me out of the fucking rubble and wait to see if I was coming to! I saved your lives and you tried to kill me.” Jungkook swung the axe down again, “there were two fucking doctors present!” Jungkook shouted, throwing the axe down to use his bat to smash the skulls of the dead, watching them cave in like rotten pumpkins, taking in deep lungfuls of the stench their blood and brains gave off. He took one last swing before he steeled his emotions and threw his bat down and stretched. “Hoseok-ssi.” Jungkook said quietly, “take these and put them wherever you store your food, I’ll finish sorting the rest out.” He pointed at the limbs to his left.

“F-food?” Hoseok asked, leaning down to grab the limbs.

“Yes, food. Gotta eat something.” Jungkook frowned, “Seokjin-ssi. Go and get a bucket or something to put the organs in. Taehyung. Do what you want with the heads, look at the brain and try to find a cure, throw them away, use them for football, I don’t really give a shit.” Jungkook puffed out a little bit of air. “Namjoon-ssi, Yoongi-ssi, take their bags and clothes and sort through them into what’s needed and what can be burned or thrown.”

Nobody really gave any objections, but everyone moved with slow and confused movements, unsure if Jungkook was serious or not. “Food.” Hoseok said disgruntled and visibly disgusted. “They’re humans.” He was talking to himself, subtly addressing Jungkook but attempting to avoid confrontation. 

“Like I said, flying solo is hard. Gotta eat whatever you can get your hands on.” Jungkook shrugged, examining what he had cut off. “I’d much rather eat cake or a salad but it’s tough shit. There’s a lot of you, surely food is hard to share sufficiently?” Jungkook turned to a pale looking Namjoon. 

“We adapt.”

“That’s…” Jungkook scratched his stomach, his shirt coming up over his hand. “So you’re all used to eating like... snakes?”

“That’s not what I said. We adapt. Took the ‘sane’ route and went hunting animals, not people. That’s twisted.”

“Oh so you’re used to eating snakes, not like them.” Jungkook laughed to himself and lugged up a torso, “more for me I guess. Where do I store this? Show me.”

Hoseok nodded and scurried out in front. Jungkook thought fleetingly that he should probably mention that Jimin was freaking out and probably tearing his stitching but he chose not to say anything. They’d find him eventually. 

Hoseok was talking about something rather animatedly; Jungkook had never paid attention to what he was saying, he did not care enough but he thought that had their paths crossed in their lives before, the pair would have been inseparable. Hoseok gave off that sort of energy. Jungkook hated it. Nobody should be like that through the end of the world. 

Jungkook stopped walking as he stood beside a door that read ‘infirmary’ on a faded sign and then underneath, in some kind of paint, read ‘dead inside’ and he huffed out an eye roll and turned to Hoseok, who was still blabbering on. “Aye, has anyone looked behind the relatable door?”

“Oh, uh, no. We looked through the windows on the outside and it’s like sardines in there. Seems like everyone went to the doctor with the flu.” Hoseok motioned horizontally across his neck with a flattened hand and a grimace, “Seokjin hyung said that any medical stuff in there will be redundant because it’s all infected with blood and gunk and stuff, so we all voted to save our resources and leave it.” 

“How stupid.” Jungkook scoffed. Medical supplies were vital, even if it was just one small thing, it was needed.

“Come off your high horse. We’ve raided about fourteen different pharmacies and everyone’s medicine cabinet. Your brother remembers his way around.” Jungkook side eyed Hoseok, who was readjusting the limbs in his arms. There was a switch in his demeanour, like the atmosphere around him had fallen from soft shades of purple to the separated elements of pink, red and blue. “There’s also more than one infirmary in places like this, we’re not completely hopeless. You forget that we’ve also had to do shit to survive. It’s not been some kind of peaceful journey, don’t forget that. We know danger when we see it and we are not afraid to do what it takes to stay safe.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Guess we shall have to wait and see.” Hoseok huffed and came to a stop in front of an old freezer. He heaved it open and stood proudly before the open space and that switch had been tampered with again, “jajang!” He cheered sweetly, “a solar powered freezer, courtesy of Namjoon’s sexy brain. Wanna know how he did it?” The man looked as hopeful and excited as Jungkook get about shutting him down and the fact made Jungkook mentally laugh; he remained stoic and silent as he regarded Hoseok. 

“No. I’d rather stick my own fingers in my bullet wound again.” Jungkook neatly placed his meat pieces in there and then turned away so that he could fetch the remaining pieces. 

He entered the canteen area again, Hoseok stropily following behind. “What the fuck are you all on?! My Jungkookie wouldn’t do that!” Jimin’s frustrated voice echoed through the room and Namjoon’s deeper, calmer yet stressed voice followed.

“Hey, calm down, you’re gonna pull your stitches. He can explain.” Namjoon pointed to Jungkook, who looked between them both and shrugged. 

“Probably could but I don’t want to so I won’t.” Jungkook shrugged and heaved up some more body pieces, there was a twinge of pain in his leg but he did his best to not address it. No weaknesses. “Did you get me a bucket, Seokjin? They burn better when they’re fresh.”

“Told you, Minnie. Your little bro is a few tools short of a whole toolbox.” Taehyung muttered to Jimin and Jungkook halted in his movements, dropping the body parts like they were hot and he turned to Taehyung with a nasty glare.

“You’re really getting on my last fucking nerve.” Taehyung looked unphased, entertained if anything, he was doing this on purpose; Taehyung would be the crack in the floor of Jungkook’s plans. Taehyung was a neurologist, he knew all the ways he could manipulate someone’s brain. Jungkook would have to take their trust in him first. “I’m trying to help you, I just saved you, I’m not trying to make enemies with any of you.” Jungkook lied, pointing an accusing finger at Taehyung, “but you’re really testing my patience, Taehyung. Stop running to my brother like some child trying to ‘tell on me’ it’s pathetic.”

“Koo, lets just ca-,”

Jungkook turned his glare to Jimin and his brother went quiet. “Tell me to calm down Jimin, I dare you.”

“Hey, one of those kids had an Iphone in their bag! It works and everything! Oh, JK, they even have your favourite song!” Yoongi cheered, walking into the tense atmosphere obliviously, the beginning trill of a song Jungkook had only dreamed of hearing again and he soothed instantly. Yoongi was semi-cleaner, no more smatterings of brain.

Hoseok burst into small twinklings of laughter, “you listened to Mang?”

“Seokie, he had the biggest crush on this guy and he had never even seen whoever it is-, was-, whatever.” Yoongi chuckled and cuddled up to Hoseok, showing him the phone. There was that twist in Jungkook’s heart again at seeing Yoongi so close, so soft with someone else, but he ignored it and huffed his way over to the body parts and lugged them back up and limped away.

“Go back to bed, Jimin. Stop following me.”

“Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin was firm and tearful. It was just them in the hallway. “You’re different. Where’s my Jungkook? There’s no spark in your eyes anymore.”

Jungkook huffed and stopped for a minute, “I’m sorry that not everyone can be as untouchable as you. Get over it. People change, life goes on.”

“But this is a scary change. You’re the thing they fear. Tread carefully because they shoot to kill and I can’t lose you twice.”

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Shadows .3

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“You know, the spirit board allows you to speak with spirits, connect with lost souls.”

Couple: Demon!TaehyungxReader + FallenAngel!JungkookxReader + JiminxReader maybe more?

Genre: Horror!AU

Warnings: Horror, thrill, mild cursing. (FratboyJimin(May be triggering tbh))

Word Count: 2234

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"Hey man, my name is Jimin. Here, I'll get you a towel" The man who does not live in this house so kindly offers and runs off, leaving me alone with Kim Taehyung.

"May I ask for your name?" he asks, a little too politely. It's freaky. His smile is a little too wide, his features a little too perfect. Something about him is uncanny. As stupid as it sounds, he just does not look human.

"I'm sorry, I am not comfortable telling you just-"

"Y/N where did you put the towels! They're not in the laundry room!" I hate him. I hate him so much right now.

"Y/N huh? I think that is a wonderful name. Truly timeless" What is up with this guy? I've never met anyone like him, and to be honest I hope this is the only person out there like this and that we never have to meet again.

"Yeah." He doesn't need to know anything else. He's already inside of my home, how much closer can he get?

"Y/N!"

"They're in the dryer!" The faster he gets here, the faster we can get this guy out. I do not like being alone with him. I don't want to say I'm scared, but it's pretty damn close. The words of the voicemail still playing in my head.

Am I being ridiculous?

While I ponder in silence, Taehyung is just staring at me. Watching me. What the hell is his problem?

“Is there something I can help you with?” It came off more rudely than I intended. But still, why does he keep looking at me? No one does that.

“Your beauty remains beyond compare. Quite seldom indeed.” He claims while keeping his eyes on me. Could he stop? His eyes remained locked on my face to the point where it is beyond uncomfortable. This guy is not only odd, but creepy.

“Alright, here is the towel Tae, I can call you Tae, right? You look like a Tae,” There goes Jimin again “So man, what do you need help with? Do you need to stay here the night man? It’s getting kind of late.” IT’S NOT YOUR HOUSE JIMIN.

“I would love to stay. However, I do not want to overstay my welcome. Y/N, would you mind if I stayed in your abode for the night? Just while I reason how to get my vehicle back running.” Yes, I mind Tae. He cannot stay. He gives me every red flag there is to give. I would rather sleep on the street rather than sleeping in the same house as this man.

“Um, well… what is needed to fix up your car?” Please leave.

“Y/N…” Jimin tries to warn. What is there to warn about? He is not welcome here. At all.

“I am quite out of sorts. My vehicle has never done such a thing. I am truly distraught over this event. I hope my presence does not trouble either of you, but I truly surmise my vehicle is in need of professional assistance. Could I borrow a phone to dial a repairman?” The man says. His way of talking is truly odd, and I cannot disregard that. He had previously referred to his “vehicle” as a car.

What’s up with his way of speaking?

Me and Jimin take a quick glance at each other. This being the first time either of us has heard anyone our age speaking this way. All we need is a glance to understand each other, how can he not see we are perfect for each other?

“Um… yeah dude, you can borrow my phone. Here you go.” Jimin hands Taehyung his phone with zero hesitation. Why can we not be on the same page on this? Stranger danger.

Taehyung looks at the screen for a bit. Scrunches his eyebrows, then proceeds to tap away with his index finger.

“I truly apologize, but this devise is not functioning properly.” He hands Jimin his phone back. Concerned, I pull out my own phone, only to find out that it has no signal. What the hell? It always has a signal. Did the cellphone towers shut off as well? Is the storm that bad?

“Aw man! I’m sorry. We could all spend the night here, if you’re down?” Jim apologizes. Once again, as if he owned the place. Is he not catching on to the same vibes I’m getting?

“Once again, I would be flattered to stay, as long as Y/N may allow.” No. You are not allowed.

But it’s something about the way Jimin is staring at me. Silently telling me to help. Telling me that he expects more from me that allows me to speak. His fucking eyes. Too sweet. Too expectant.

“You can stay in the living room,” It’s fine, I will sleep on the bed as Jimin and everything will be fine. “Is there something we can prepare in order to get you going in the morning?”

“My uneducated guess would be booster cables?” So, on top of letting him spend the night, I have to help him in the morning? This is bullshit.

“Oh dude, no worries! I think we have some jumper cables in the basement!” With a smile on his face, he walks away again. However, I do not think I can handle another second alone with Taehyung.

"I will go too! Just in case it got moved around with the funeral stuff.” Jimin sort of stiffens at the memory. I am starting to think that it affects him more than it does me.

However, to my dismay,

“May I accompany you two as well? I do not mean to cause discomfort, however, I would prefer to be a sort be a convoy. Since I am already burdening you two with my continued presence.” You can stay here. Please get as far away from me as you can.

“Y/N, please let him come… I feel bad.” Jimin whispers. Almost low enough to the point I can’t hear him. But I wish I hadn’t. God, I wish I did not care about his opinion, but sadly I do.

“Alright, follow us.” I guess. I was hoping to get away from him. He drains me in a strange way. I have never been that social to begin with, but his presence is almost too much for me to handle.

We head to the door that goes downstairs as usual. Almost in line. Jimin, me, then the stranger. It feels odd to have him behind me, like a weight is on my back. Even when I do not look back as we go down the stairs, I can tell he is right there. I can’t understand why his presence is so… enduring.

Once we get to the basement, me and Jimin immediately get to work. Him to actually help the guy. Me to get him out of the house as soon as possible. As much as I try to avoid him, I can’t help but feel as if he’s snooping around. He isn’t looking for anything useful, but just scoping his area.

I am being dramatic right?

“Were the two of you aware that there was spirit board in one of these boxes?” I pause. I found the cables, right as he began speaking. I had the cables in my hand. Should I pull them out right now? What is up with the spirit board? Should I keep pretending that I am clueless?

“Huh?” Jimin is the first to break the silence after the question, which I am super grateful for.

“You know, the spirit board allows you to speak with spirits, connect with lost souls.” As if spirits were real. Okay, maybe he is not menacing, maybe he is just insane. Why would he bring that up? I was aware my great grandma had a Ouija board, but it was nothing but old folktales.

I almost wanted to scoff at his statement, but the second I saw Jimin, I understood that this was not a common occurrence.

“What… What is that?” Poor Jimin. I wish we were always on the same page.

“Essentially, you get a group you trust wholeheartedly, then do a sort of a séance. Then you get to contact someone who passed away. Someone whom you’d trust.” I knew that. I had heard it many times. However, my great grandma’s tales mean almost nothing to me. Even then, I do not trust him.

“Should… should we use it then?’ Jimin would be the first to die in a horror movie.

“I believe it would be intriguing… do you agree Y/N?” No Taehyung. I do not agree. But, once again, it’s the way Jimin looks at me. I cannot disappoint him.

“I guess I’m okay with it. What is the worst that can happen right?”

Little did I know…

“Okay, lightly lay your fingers on the planchette. Do not put any force, just rest your fingers,” I already knew the deal, he was probably clueless, but he probably just followed the movies. And if he isn’t, why does he know so much?

“Alright, now what?” Pretend. Do not let him close in on what I know.

“You must believe. For a séance, you must be in touch with everything.” It should not be as terrifying as it was, but I can’t shake off the uneasiness. I have done this before, but this time… it’s not right.

As we were sitting in the dark living room, only lit up by candles, my anxiety only grew.

“Can anyone hear us?” Teahyung asks, almost expertly. He is beginning to sound like my deceased grandma. No one can hear us. This is a joke.

That is what I told myself until the planchette started moving.

“Hello” I whispered, as I didn’t even had to read what it landed on, knowing the positioning of the planchette on the board all too well.

“I don’t- I don’t know about this… I’m starting to feel weird” His shaky voice makes both Taehyung and I look at him, him now being the center of attention. I knew he would get like this.

“It’s alright Jimin, everything is fine.” He says with a strange confidence.

These type of things never happened to me. Every time my grandmother tried to teach me “her ways” I sat dumbfounded. Nothing ever worked for me anyway. That is why I never truly believed any of this.

“Who are we speaking with right now?” I say which surprised everyone in the room, including me. Still incredulous that it’s working. Or could it be Taehyung who is just messing with us?

The planchette moves after my question, working a little too well.

J.

We all stare intently at the board, but it never moves. It remains on J and leaves us all wondering why.

“Is your name J?” Why am I taking the lead? I didn’t want to do this in the first place.

No.

What? Then if it isn’t his name, why would whatever this is, move the planchette to a J?

“Is J the first letter of your name?” It must mean something right?

Yes.

Okay. Makes sense.

“Are you in the room with us right now?” I’ve seen this happen plenty of times. I always thought it was bullshit, but it feels real. Odd, but real.

“No.” Taehyung reads aloud.

Good. I don’t need anymore strange presences in my house. However, Taehyung frowns at this. Almost incredulously.

“Then how can you communicate with us right now?” Taehyung beats me to the punch, almost accusingly towards whoever we are speaking with.

“Y/N” I hear my best friends voice, but it sounds distant. I ignore it.

“Who are you?” The planchette does not move. Taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it this time.

“Y/N” Ignore.

“Why are you speaking with us?” The words are coming out of me without any thoughts. It’s almost like I can’t recognize my own voice.

P

R

O

Then it stops.

What?

“Y/N!” I can’t ignore it anymore.

“WHAT!” I scream. Why did I scream?

Jimin looks at me. Scared. Is he scared of me?

“Your… Your nose.” The small voice of my best friend. I feel terrible. Why did I yell at him?

Slowly, I bring my unoccupied hand up to my nose. But before I reach it, I taste the copper. It’s bitter. Is my nose bleeding? Since when? Why had I not realized this before? I don’t like this. Whatever this is.

As the room goes quiet, the two men looking at me. One with concern, the other with admiration. Something brings us all back to the real words.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

What is up with the urgency?

The knocks continue.

Taehyung gets up before I do.

“I thought we had to continue until we said goodbye?” I say with blood still running down my nose. I don’t know much, but I know that there is bad juju if you leave a session open.

He stares at the door. Not panicked. Not worried. Just stares.

The knocks come again. What the hell. Giving up, I get up with a huff and walk towards the door. No thoughts, no concerns. I just threw it open and once again, I am appalled over who is standing on the other side. Disheveled desperate, he speaks before  can.

“Y/N.”

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A/N: She comes back four years later. To all the people I promised I would keep the story going... I technically did not lie. Thanks for reading!

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