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The Promise

Word Length: 1361

Genre: Horror

Pairing/s: OT7 x Reader

Prompts: "I'm sorry, it's really not funny. It's just that.. you're dead." + Cabin in the woods + Magic

Summary: Be careful what you ask for and trust your instincts // Seven times, you've invited someone dear to you to spend the eve of Halloween with you. Six times the person didn't show. One time they did at the same time.

"Don't—don't stay there!!" You squeak, burying half of your face into a couch pillow. "He's right behind you! What are you doing? Run, you idiot!" The protagonist doesn't comply, choosing to close and bar the door, not knowing the killer was inside the room with her. "He's—he's coming! Grab something sharp—oh God, really? The 'Shaky hands and dropping important object' trope? Seriousl—AAH!" You jump when the antagonist delivers the creepiest you've ever seen in your life (props to the actor. damn) and proceeds to bring a sharp machete down for one swift, quick kill. You don't wait to see if they make it—you lunge straight for the plug and pull, rushing up to your room to bury yourself in the blankets.

You've only managed to stop shaking when the doorbell rings. Must be Joon, you think hollowly, the latest he's been yet. You dread the extremely short trip from your bed to your porch to open the door, until you notice something moving just outside the window and decide to dash like a madman. You trip over the way to your door multiple times.

Your hair is disarray when you present yourself to him, breathing in shallow puffs of air and an panicked smile on your face. "Namjoon!" You exclaim, breathy and excited, "Happy Halloween! Did you get the popcorn in town?"

He doesn't smile like he usually does; with his eyes morphing into quarters of the moon, and his dimples being its craters. Doesn't scoop you up in a bear hug. Doesn't stride in. Just stares.

He stares. You don't think he's breathing, either.

Chuckling nervously, you reach over slowly, "Joon? Are you spacing out again?" you ask, hand resting on his forearm. Once your skin touches, he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth, and exhaling in a sharp hiss You frantically retract your arm. You're temples are starting to sweat now; fear creeping up your spine and making you shiver.

"Joon? Say something? You're freaking me out. Please breathe, at least."

For a moment, both of you stand still like that; with you slowly cowering back inside your cabin and him staring at you with a face as stoic and cold as stone.

Then, in a span of a split second, he doubles over laughing. "Got you!" He finally speaks.

But the voice isn't his.

When he notices, his jaw sets. He clears his throat, shaking his head violently as if trying to wake himself up. Then, speaks again.

"Sorry about that," his voice is normal again; deep, soft, soothing, "my throat's been killing me for a while."

Slowly, cautiously, you nod and step aside so he can enter. How silly of you. Just because you've been seeing horror movies in every channel for the past month, doesn't mean you were going to be the protagonist of one.

Yanking yourself out of your thoughts, you are brought back to Namjoon standing idly outside your front door.

"Um," his hand moves to rub at his nape as he shyly murmurs, "remember when you told me I was welcome to bring people? I have a few friends that might come and want to get inside."

Interesting choice of wording, a more alert side of your head drawls out sarcastically. You brush it off.

"Sure. They can come in when they arrive too! It's way too lonely here. I don't know why I offered to watch over this cabin in this season. The woods can be so creepy—wait, i'm rambling." You shake your head at yourself, stepping right back inside.

Namjoon's eyes ("That's not his gaze!" Something inside you cries, and you ignore it for the sake of your sanity) curve once you turn around, colors changing in different shades of brown. You would've recognized them if you saw.

The door shuts behind you, as silent as a drop of a single hair strand, and you keep walking towards the living room to turn the television back on again.

"You know how to make yourself comfortable!" You clap your hands together, rubbing them in an attempt to seem excited—maybe in an attempt to get that feeling back.

He nods, turning to sit on the couch. He's too tense, like he's waiting for something, instinct whispers conspiratorially and you ignore. Such wild imagination, Y/N, you shake your head, stop scaring yourself.

When you return with snacks, he is standing in front of the biggest window in the room, his back to you. His hands are clasped behind his back as he whistles to himself.

"Joon..?" You call uneasily, your heart starting to pound a mile a minute. If this was some prank, he better brace himself for the repercussions; you didn't like this at all.

He keeps whistling.

"Namjoon-ah, take a seat if you want. I'll put in Hocus Pocu—"

There is a sudden voice on the other side of your door and you jump back in surprise.

Actually, there's two. And you recognize them immediately.

"Seokjin? Taehyung?" You whisper shakily, putting down the tray on the coffee table and slowly walking to the door.

"My friends are here Y/N." Is the only thing Namjoon says.

"Why didn't they knock?" You mutter to yourself. "Have they been there long and I just didn't hear from the kitchen?"

Namjoon continues whistling.

There are three voices now. Whenever you take a step near, there is another voice added.

When you reach the door, there are six distinct voices; loud and clear, as if they're talking just behind you.

(They are.)

"Tae?" You croak out, not opening the door yet, a bewildered chuckle escaping your lips. His voice quiets. "Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, it's really not funny. It's just..you're dead. Right?" Your hands are gripping the knob so tightly, the metal digging into your palm and your knuckles turn white. "I knew it. They couldn't identify your body. I always knew that wasn't you. You've met Jungkook?" Tears are freely running down your face now, but your skin is crawling, goosebumps getting more intense as Namjoon slowly, very, very slowly, walks towards you. You don't hear.

You swing open the door, all reason about how suspicious this was is thrown out the window.

You are met with nothing and you gasp, spinning around to turn to Namjoon to ask if you were just hearing things and is met with his hard chest. His arms encircle your waist in a tight grip.

You let out a small scream, startled and creeped out beyond belief. You feel like crying in fright.

"Namjoon." You voice wavers. The reasonable voices in your head that had warned you sigh defeatedly as you come to terms with your situation. Hard as it was, you force your eyes to meet his and you see his manic expression. "Where are your friends?"

He opens his mouth and seven voices speak at the same time, "Here."

You scream.

There is suddenly bright lightning flashing outside the window and the power goes out.

After thunder, there is lightning again. The brief flash of light is welcome, but you don't see Namjoon's face in front of you. You see Taehyung's.

You're trying to claw your way out of his arms now, crying loudly and desperately. You hope in vain that you're loud enough for someone to hear.

"Come on, now." Seokjin's voice murmurs in your ear, but instead of warmth, you are frozen in terror, "now, now. Shh. Just listen. You'll understand." It's Hoseok's voice this time, and you feel one hand trailing up to your nape, drawing an invisible pattern there. Yoongi used to do that to you.

"I told you, didn't I?" All seven voices whispers affectionately at once, "i'll come over during Halloween to protect you."

You shake your head frantically, repeatedly hitting the arms that are keeping you captive. "Please," you whimper, "please." Please, if that's really you, stop scaring me.

"Sorry, sweetheart. But we need the final ingredient of the spell to separate us. We want our bodies back."

You don't ask why, you don't ask what. But they answer, anyway.

"And that's you."

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Lockscreen/Homescreen tag

Tagged by: @starry-eyed-mochi aka the sweetest person in existence other than bts themselves no one can disagree with me ❤❤

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it!! ❤

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soft bias tag!

Tagged by: @starry-eyed-mochi aka the softest bub. thank you, sweets!!

<b>1.) Who is your bias?</b>

i bias all of them! my ub is *deep yoongi inhale* JHOPE!

<b>2.) What made you notice him?</b>

i've always noticed him tbh, he had this charm. but it was during wings era when he became my ub. it was when they released their album and i heard his solo track and i already loved all the tracks. though whenever mama gets put on repeat it takes a while for it to be put off it. i felt a connection then!

<b>3.) What’s your favorite thing about him?</b>

his smile!! hands down!! it really is the equivalent of sunshine. he has so much more depth to him and contrary to the stereotype he's been given, he's so incredibly hard to read. why? because he smiles. and i felt that. he's lively and he screams a lot but there's something about him that's quiet, kind of? his smile is pure sunshine, but it's not loud. kinda? something about that is comforting.

<b>4.) Who would initiate skin-ship more?</b>

him!! probably? i'm a shy person.

<b>5.) Who would hog the blankets more?</b>

i'm a shy person but also bad with cold temperature so it's a close call- but me. i don't think he'd let me freeze uwu

<b>6.) Who would say “I love you.” first?</b>

me!! because i see him in such a platonic way and it's easy for me to proclaim my love to friends.

<b>7.) Who would be more clingy?</b>

i'm shy 3.0 but if i break out of it'll be a huge hugfest between us two

<b>8.) Who would be more easily flustered?</b>

mE 100% i flail and fumble and stutter over my words during normal circumstances.

<b>9.) What cuddling positions would the two of you have?</b>

i like spooning. i like being the big spoon. i am barely 5 ft. but i will curl up against your back when given the chance i'm not even kidding

<b>10.) Which colors remind you of him (+ and why)?</b>

yellow!! the start of that coldplay song, "look at the stars, look how they shine for you." reminds me of him.

<b>11.) Which season would you like to spend with him?</b>

torn between autumn and spring. there's also winter, the time for hot coco and forts. summer's good because you have more free time. i can't decide.

<b>12.) Who would bake cookies and who would steal the batter?</b>

i love cookies! i'll attempt to bake but we'd both end up with the batter i'm easily persuaded if the batter's good it isn't going into the oven. rest in pieces self control

<b>13.) Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?</b>

i love dad jokes! i don't expect him to laugh i think he'd just give me an amused look and go on

<b>14.) Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?</b>

mE

<b>15.) Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen while trying to heat up a Pop-Tart and which one of you would come to the rescue?</b>

i'd burn it down and he'd go for the extinguisher

<b>16.) Who likes to lean over trail railings and who has to pull the other back?</b>

i don't see him leaning over a railing if it's high up we'd both be chilling drinking cola away from the edge

<b>17.) What would watching a horror with them be like?</b>

nO. NOP. i, too, am hopeless with scary stuff. you won't catch me jumping through channels during halloween because the risk of a horror movie jumping up in my face is too high. we won't be watching horror movies at all. if he does, i'm dashing out of the room, my protective instincts can go jump in a volcano

<b>18.) Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?<b/>

he's- charming. i have a feeling he'd be good at it. i'd be the mediator friend giving him judging looks and dragging him away before the other party gets too deep into it.

<b>19.) Who is more competitive?</b>

him? depends on the prize tbh. i'm not competitive at all but if someone tells me i can't do it they're going to have their ass handed to them. can't speak for him for sure but he's a hard worker in general so it'll be 20-80. i'm the former.

<b>20.) Who would have to be given constant reminders?</b>

ME. I'M FORGETFUL AF. i feel like i'm on autopilot most days because i never remember what i just did. while he knows what he's doing, and has his life together. namjoon even acknowledges his leadership skills too. there's that!!

<b>21.) Who sends memes and who sends cute messages (i.e. “I miss you…”) at 3am?</b>

i'm both but instead of memes it's gonna be like, "you better have not skipped meals today" or "drink water" or "have a nice day"s fjfjdhs prettu sure he'd do that same, it's going to be an affectionfest.

I tag: anyone who wants to do it!