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L O V E

“L is for the way you look at me

O is for the only one i see

V is very, very extraordinary

E is even more than anyone that you adore”

—★ sophia laforteza x 7th member! fem! reader

synopsis: sophia laforteza can’t stop giving you heart eyes, and this weverse live is all the proof anyone needs.

genre: fluff, crack, kinda smauuu

warnings: idrk, gay panics, they’re so gay ur honour; probably my bad writing; sophia wants the cookie sb; reader is masc ig🥀i’m traumatised after writing gore, so here y’all go

a/n: yes i was crashing out to michael buble songs while shitting, then i got ts fic idea. i lpve his songs sm

you didn’t exactly wake up today planning to end up in front of a camera.

it was supposed to be a chill, no-schedules, no-pressure kind of day — the girls were all tucked away in their rooms with their roommates, doing their own thing. you and daniela had gone out earlier, grabbing a small mountain of snacks for everyone.

and, on a whim, you also grabbed a carton of fresh strawberries.

yesterday, the leader had been talking — more like whining — about craving strawberries, so naturally, you figured you’d drop some off for her. you told yourself it was just a nice gesture. nothing complicated.

turns out, maybe that idea wasn’t such a good one.

…or maybe it was the best idea you’d had all week.

you padded down the hallway to her and yoonchae’s room, balancing the small tupperware in one hand. yoonchae, from what you’d seen earlier, was in the living room with megan and manon, deeply invested in some variety show rerun.

you knocked lightly. “hey, it’s me, yn.”

there was a muffled sound, then her voice — slightly louder, like she’d moved closer to the door — “ohh— yn is here… come in! the door’s unlocked!”

you hesitated for a second before twisting the knob. when you pushed the door open, you instantly spotted her.

sophia was sitting cross-legged on her bed, back propped against the wall, phone perched on a tiny tripod angled toward her. the glow from her phone screen lit up her face — and sure enough, the second she looked up and saw you, her whole expression shifted into something bright and warm.

you froze mid-step. “…o-oh. are you on live?”

“mhm,” the leader hummed, already leaning a little toward you. “come here, join me.”

you blinked. “…should i?”

you were tired, sure, but you also knew yourself — talking to eyekons usually boosted your mood. and saying no to sophia when she was looking at you like that? yeah, not happening.

“oh god,” you muttered under your breath, stepping inside anyway. you closed the door with a quiet click before crossing the room and sitting beside her, tupperware still in hand.

without missing a beat, sophia shifted her phone slightly, making sure you were perfectly in frame.

[weverse live screen — 15:42 elapsed]

comments flooding in:

user27383: yn?? IS THAT YN??

gayyyyn: OMGGG MY SOPHYN HEART

sybaupmo69: YN MARRY ME

sophiaswife: wait is she wearing sophia’s hoodie 😭😭😭

megansprite09: god im gonna third wheel again

lararajsdikhrider: yall see how happy sophia got when yn walked in

sophia, smiling at you instead of the camera: “heyy.”

you returned the smile, glancing at the screen. “hi, eyekons!”

“wow,” she pouted dramatically, pointing to herself, “no hi for me?”

you tilted your head with a small laugh. “i brought you strawberries. that’s more than a hi.”

her pout softened into a big grin. “everyone, y/n brought me strawberries.”

you shrugged, lips quirking. “yeah, before you dragged me into… whatever this is. at least i get to talk with eyekons.”

comments:

manononechance: “whatever this is” YN PLS

honeybuns: they’re so married coded i fear

sophiaswife: SOPHIA’S SMILE STOP

you set the strawberries down on the bed. sophia absentmindedly scratched at her hair before looking right back at you.

“sit closer,” she murmured, already tugging lightly at the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing.

“i’m literally in frame already,” you deadpanned.

“closer,” she insisted.

rolling your eyes, you shuffled nearer until your knees bumped. “enough for you?”

she gave a tiny nod, then glanced at the comments. “is yn wearing my hoodie? yes. she stole it.”

you gasped lightly, pulling the hood up in mock offense. “okay, calling me a criminal for ‘stealing’ your hoodie is defamation. this is not theft — it’s… permanent borrowing. and, for the record, you left it in my room.”

comments:

mochibun_69: permanent borrowing aka theft 💀

dikhsaurawr: GIRL WE KNOW U SLEEP IN IT

iheartyoonchae: sophia’s hoodie is now yn’s hoodie, sorry soph

sophia giggled, shaking her head. “guys, actually me and yn share clothes a lot.”

you nodded, “true.”

“what’s mine is hers, and what’s hers is mine,” she added without missing a beat.

you reached over without thinking, plucking one of the strawberries from the container. “so…” you glanced at sophia, popping it into your mouth, “what’s going on here?”

she tried to play it casual — leaning back a little, tone airy — but her eyes trailed after you like a cat watching a laser pointer. “just talking to them… we were talking about marz’s lolla performance earlier.”

you snorted softly, instantly remembering the chaos of that day. “oh, the history-breaking moment? yeah… that was something.”

“help?” she muttered with a quick, almost guilty smile.

before you could tease her, she clapped her hands together, a little too fast. “anyway— enough about that!”

the two of you locked eyes for a beat, and then it was over — both of you breaking into quiet giggles.

“we love lara and manon for that,” you said once you caught your breath.

comments:

lararajsdikhrider: BYEE YN PROLLY THINKING ABT MARZ’S M.I.A ENDING

lararajsdikhrider: look she literally smirking ouuu

rainynn: THE WAY SOPHIA IS LOOKING AT HER THO

sophiaswife: why is she staring at yn like that 😭

jjkgirl: yall she’s GONE

you bit into another strawberry, savoring the sweetness — only to notice sophia’s hand subtly tilting the container toward herself, like she was silently claiming dibs.

“so sweet,” she murmured, plucking one out for herself.

you raised an eyebrow at her. “you’re talking about the strawberry, right?”

she laughed, that soft, quiet kind that only came out when she was genuinely caught off guard.

the way her eyes curved when she smiled made it hard to take her seriously.

you shook your head, pretending to focus on the strawberries again — though really, you could still feel her gaze on you

sophia’s eyes scanned the chat, and she tilted her head slightly with a little hum.

“oh, they’re asking if we’ve been… doing anything lately.”

you turned your head toward her, brows quirking in mock curiosity.

“define ‘anything.’”

her lips curled into a knowing smile. “like… hobbies.”

you hummed in thought, tapping your fingers against your knee before finally answering.

“uh… i’ve been hitting the gym a lot lately.”

sophia’s gaze flicked to your arms for a moment, her eyes softening into something almost admiring.

“yeah,” she said, leaning forward just enough to grab a strawberry. “she’s been looking so buff lately.” she bit into it mid-sentence.

your eyes wandered to the stream comments, and one immediately caught your attention.

“y/n, flex for us,” you read out loud, chuckling. “oh, alright.”

you made a show of tugging your hoodie sleeves up, revealing your forearms and trying to get a good angle to flex.

“hey, hey, hey—helloooo,” sophia drawled, the tease dripping in her tone as she lightly tapped your bicep before pulling her hand away.

comments:

therealgayboy: YN FLEXING WTF YN’S ARM WHAT THE HELL

sybaupmo69: SOPHIA LOOKING AT HER LIKE SHE’S ABOUT TO

hoforyn: crash me with those idc idc

“okay, speaking of this,” sophia started, pointing at your arm as if it was Exhibit A, “y/n’s been carrying me around a lot lately.”

you gave an exaggerated nod. “yess.”

“i have pics.” she smirked, already clearly enjoying herself. “lara took ’em.”

[weverse live — 32:45 elapsed]

sophia squinted at the scrolling chat before suddenly lighting up.

“teach y/n tagalog!” she read aloud, her voice pitching slightly higher in excitement.

you looked up from absentmindedly picking at the strawberry stems. “oh no…” you muttered with a small grin.

sophia grinned right back at you. “well, guys… i have been teaching her lately.” she leaned closer, the corners of her eyes crinkling.

you nodded, pointing a finger at her. “by force.”

“hey—!” she nudged your arm. “let’s see how well you’ve learned, then.”

you sat up a little straighter, feeling the mock pressure of an exam.

“she just knows the basics,” sophia told the camera. “like… magandang umaga, magandang hapon, magandang gabi, kumusta ka, salamat, you know—day-to-day things.”

you raised a brow, smiling. “and i also learned some on my own, thank you very much.”

“oh, really?” she turned fully toward you, clearly intrigued. “magaling.”

you laughed softly. “tagalog sounds so cute and cool. wait—what did you just say?”

“magaling.” she repeated, slower this time, tilting her head as if to guide you.

you mimicked her carefully, your accent still clumsy. “maga… ling…?”

she lit up. “yes! it means ‘excellent.’ ang galing mo.”

you beamed, clearly proud of yourself. “aww—salamat po.”

the way you said po—a little too soft, a little unsure—made sophia clasp her hands dramatically.

“oh my god, i love the way you say po.” she turned back to the chat. “isn’t our y/n so cute, guys?”

you groaned, already tugging your hood further over your head. “stop…”

but she was already scooting closer, energized. “okay, let’s teach you some more phrases.” she straightened up. “say, mahal kita.”

without missing a beat, you replied, “mahal din kita.”

her eyes went wide. “oh???”

you frowned slightly. “what? you’ve said it before.” you tilted your head, eyes narrowing a bit as if you’d caught her bluff.

comments:

heartyn : WAIT WAIT WAIT WHAT

eyekonsunite : SHE SAID MAHAL DIN KITA??? HELLO???

ynshrimp : nahhh they’re so not subtle anymore

teamlarasignmeup : that’s it i’m convinced

for a split second, the air in the room went quiet—both of you realizing what had just happened.

sophia coughed into her hand, pretending to scroll. “okay, uh… let’s teach you something else. say, maganda ka.”

you tilted your head, already smiling slyly. “you’re pretty too.”

her jaw dropped. “no—wait—you were supposed to—”

“you literally just said ‘you’re pretty.’ i’m returning the compliment,” you shrugged.

[weverse live — 44:10 elapsed]

sophia’s eyes scanned the chat, a smirk tugging at her lips as she read aloud, “y/n, what’s your favorite tagalog word?”

you blinked at the camera, face completely neutral, before saying in the most casual tone possible:

“putangina.”

sophia’s head whipped toward you so fast you swore you heard her neck crack.

“girl—WHAT??? who taught you that?!”

you leaned back in your chair, unfazed. “i’ve heard you say it before… whenever you get frustrated with practice or, like, anything.” your voice carried that mischievous lilt, making her throw her hands over her face.

“you are NOT making me look like a bad influence on live,” sophia groaned, dragging her palms down her cheeks dramatically.

you grinned. “you are a bad influence. but honestly—” you toyed lazily with the drawstring of your hoodie— “i learned some on my own too. i always pick up curse words first when i’m learning a new language. it’s, you know… the essentials. love to curse people out with it.”

“you better not actually say them,” she scolded lightly, narrowing her eyes at you but still smiling.

you gasped theatrically. “oh, my deepest apologies for bad-mouthing my leader. this won’t happen again.” you mimed zipping your lips shut.

her expression softened instantly. “you are so lucky you’re cute.”

comments:

softyn : shet, sinabi niya putangina😭😭😭😭😭😭

user27374: y/n the way you said it so calmly

sophiaslenses : SOPHIA’S FACE IM CRYING

therealgayboy : the way theyre flirting after a curse word??

[weverse live — 45:02 elapsed]

sophia cleared her throat, cheeks still warm from the chaos a minute ago. she scolded herself internally—stop giving her heart eyes, soph, you’re being so obvious.

“okay,” she said quickly, “let’s do some q&a instead.”

you leaned closer to her laptop screen, scanning the questions until you frowned. “five-year-old y/n or fifteen-year-old y/n? what kind of…? guys, give us something interesting.”

sophia giggled, shoulders bouncing. “for the record, i’d choose five-year-old y/n. you were sooo cute back then. i would’ve loved to be friends with her.”

your jaw dropped. “so you’re saying i’m not cute anymore??”

“oh my god—no! you’re still cute now!” she quickly waved her hands.

“wait.” you leaned closer, eyes wide in fake horror. “so you’re saying when i turn 50, i won’t be cute?”

“guys—guys, hear what she’s twisting my words into?” sophia appealed to the chat.

you pointed dramatically at her. “sophia hates me.”

“noooo—sophia loves you,” she matched your tone, placing a hand over her heart. “eyekons know how much i love you. i could never hate you. but…” she paused, smirking, “i’m still choosing five-year-old y/n.”

you gasped. “she CLEARLY hates me.”

comments:

gayforlararaj : they’re literally bickering like an old married couple

heartattackyn : “sophia loves you” — OKAY?? HELLO??

sophyn4ever : i can’t tell if they’re fighting or flirting

ilykatseye: get a room dwag

[weverse live — 55:12 elapsed]

“‘get a room dwag,’” sophia read out loud from the comments, her eyebrow quirking.

you glanced up from absentmindedly scrolling through the chat. “huh?”

she shrugged, pretending to look all serious. “sorry to break it to you, but… we are currently in my room right now.”

then she leaned closer to the screen, “where else are we supposed to go… when we’re in my rooooom?”

you just stared at her. “what the helly.” you shook your head, deciding to move on. “anyway—oo, that’s an interesting question— ‘what’s something only the two of you know about each other?’”

both of you went quiet for a second, exchanging that suspicious glance like you were silently debating what you should actually answer.

finally, you spoke. “she knows how many plushies i own right now. and… i have a lot. like—more than a reasonable amount for one person.”

sophia lit up like you’d just announced her as a game show winner. “yes, and i know all their names.” she nodded proudly.

you pointed at her. “don’t tell anyone.”

her mouth twisted into a pout. “why? ashamed that you named one of them after me? and we’re literally the parents of that plushie, by the way.”

“okay, i think i should leave.”

“nooo, let’s name them!” she perked up, fingers starting to count, “there’s sophia jr, sof, so-so—”

you reached over and gently covered her mouth with your hand. “stooooop.”

she laughed under your palm, voice muffled. “o—okayausjdj.”

[weverse live — 56:09 elapsed]

you glanced at the time and sighed. “i gotta go now,” you said, swinging your legs off the bed. “i have some stuff to do.”

sophia looked up at you instantly, her expression dropping a little. “oh? that fast?”

“yes,” you answered simply, already walking toward the door. you waved at the camera, “byeee, eyekons!” then you added with a grin, “bai bai, mahal ko~”

behind you, sophia froze mid-wave. “wait—wait—was that for me??”

you were already halfway out the door, tossing back, “you wish!”

the door shut, and sophia turned right back to the camera, pointing at herself like she’d just won a gold medal. “that was definitely for me.”

a/n: 3 am rn... i need to sleep i didnt sleep yesterday byee

#★—max writes #katseye x female reader #katseye x reader #katseye #sophia x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #sophia x female reader #sophia #katseye sophia #katseye x y/n #katseye x you #fluff

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imaxdead · 15 days ago

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the seekers

—★ katseye members x fem! reader

synopsis: it wasn’t just a game of hide and seek — not like you thought.

it was hell. or maybe something worse.

genre: horror thriller, psychological, way too much gore

warnings: strong language, gore, blood, murder, graphic violence, body horror, psychological trauma, torture, panic attacks, character deaths, disturbing themes, twisted friendships, literally everyone is insane, read at your own risk!

a/n: ok this might flop but let’s pretend it won’t <3

you woke up with that feeling again.

not the normal kind of unease — the kind that came from nightmares or bad sleep.

no, this was different.

it was the kind that sat heavy in your chest, that buzzed under your skin, that made your fingers twitch and your spine ache like something was watching you.

like the world shifted an inch to the left overnight and no one noticed but you.

you couldn’t explain it, and you didn’t bother trying.

you brushed it off — the way you always did — shoved the unease down, and forced yourself to go through the motions of your morning.

get dressed. pack your bag. don’t look in the mirror too long. by the time you were on the bus, the feeling hadn’t gone away.

it had just… settled.

you leaned against the cold window, your headphones in, eyes unfocused as the local news mumbled in your ears.

“ten residents have now been reported missing with no trace. authorities say there are currently no leads, but investigations are ongoing. families are growing increasingly distressed, urging the public to come forward with any information, no matter how small.”

your lips parted slightly, your reflection in the window looking pale and unfamiliar.

people were going missing.

in your town.

in your tiny, quiet, never-on-the-map town.

it was shocking — not just because it was happening, but because things like this didn’t happen here. the worst crime you could remember was someone egging the mayor’s house last halloween.

but now?

gone.

ten people.

no bodies.

no notes.

just — vanished.

your grandma used to talk about this kind of thing.

weird stories from the town’s “old days” — dark stuff she whispered like she didn’t want the walls to hear. about a cult that used to live in the woods. about rituals. sacrifices. about people who wanted to live forever, even if it meant serving something... darker.

you always rolled your eyes.

because come on — who the hell believes that?

you were about to skip the rest of the news when a voice, soft and sudden, cut through the air behind you.

“poor little souls. they must’ve been in so much pain.”

you jumped. your headphones slipped off as you turned sharply toward the source.

and there she was.

sophia laforteza.

sitting in the seat behind you like she’d been there the whole time.

her.

the it-girl of your school.

perfect grades, perfect skin, perfect friends, perfect life. the kind of girl who wasn’t just liked — she was worshipped. she had talked to you a few times before. in that friendly, floaty way people do when they’re nice to everyone.

but never like this.

and definitely not here.

wasn’t she always getting dropped off with her sisters in their expensive black car?

what was she doing on the public bus?

she met your gaze with that calm, unreadable expression — like she could see right through you.

“it’s sad, isn’t it?” she continued, her voice lower now. “those families must be desperate for any kind of trace. even a scrap. just to know what happened to their loved ones.”

you blinked, unsure how to respond. so you nodded. “yeah… yeah. it’s awful.”

her eyes didn’t move. they stayed on yours a little too long.

and then, without missing a beat —

“what do you think happened to them?”

“dinner? with the kats?”

you stared at yunjin like she’d just told you she was joining a cult. you blinked twice, head slightly tilted, a half-eaten chip in your hand frozen midair.

she looked at you with that same casual grin, unbothered as always, half a sandwich already disappearing between her teeth.

“yeah, why? shocked i’m inviting you?” she said, chewing with zero shame. “i mean, the others flaked. so, lucky you. you’re free tonight, right?”

your brain lagged. you knew yunjin was tight with the kats sisters — closer than most — but that wasn’t the shocking part.

the shocking part was her asking you to come along.

you.

the background character.

the “you sure you were invited?” kid.

you barely even spoke to those girls unless forced by group projects or awkward school functions.

“uh… yeah, i guess,” you muttered, still thrown off. “but, i’m not really… close with them, yunjin.”

she waved that off like it didn’t matter at all.

“that’s the point. you’ll get to know them.” she nudged you playfully. “they’re nice. scary hot. terrifyingly cool. but nice.”

you squinted. “terrifyingly cool” wasn’t exactly comforting.

and then she leaned in.

“plus,” she added in a lower voice, that mischievous smirk crawling up her face, “sophia’s been eyeing you lately. maybe you could… return the energy?”

you blinked. your mouth opened to reply — maybe to deny, maybe to deflect —

and then a voice cut through the air like a blade.

“hey, yunjin.”

you both turned your heads at the same time.

lara was standing there.

shoulders relaxed. smile lazy. eyes sharp. megan stood slightly behind her, silent and unreadable. yoonchae was beside them, barely glancing up from her phone — but somehow still listening.

you froze.

did they hear that?

god, you hoped not.

your brain scrambled to recall the last sentence yunjin said.

sophia’s been eyeing you— oh god.

but none of them looked suspicious.

no smirks.

no side-eyes.

just… calm. unreadable.

lara stepped a little closer, eyes flicking between the two of you.

“see you tonight?” she asked, like she already knew the answer. then she patted yunjin’s shoulder, her hand lingering for just a second too long. “hope you’re bringing this fine shit too.”

she glanced at you when she said it.

you blinked.

megan didn’t say a word, but as she turned to leave, she gave you a soft smile — small, polite, and somehow… unnerving. yoonchae followed without a word, still glued to her screen.

they disappeared around the corner like fog.

yunjin turned back to you, looking smug.

“see? they want you there.”

you weren’t sure if that made you feel special…

…or doomed.

the drive was longer than expected. the road curved endlessly through the woods, further and further from civilization. no streetlights. no nearby houses. just tall, skeletal trees watching as yunjin’s car sliced through the silence.

“are we driving to another country or something?” yunjin muttered, her eyes squinting at the twisting gravel path. “this shit is in the middle of nowhere.”

you let out a nervous laugh, fingers twitching in your lap. you were trying not to overthink. but it wasn’t working.

there was something unsettling about it all. maybe it was because it was your first time meeting the kats sisters — well, meeting them properly. they were all… kind of intimidating. drop-dead gorgeous, sure. but people always said they were nice.

then again, people say a lot of things.

finally, the car rolled to a stop in front of their house.

but calling it a house felt… wrong.

“yo.” yunjin leaned forward to get a better look through the windshield. “this is a fucking castle.”

she wasn’t exaggerating. the mansion stood towering in front of you, nestled between trees like a secret. tall white columns. ivy-covered walls. stained-glass windows glowing faintly from within. it didn’t feel like you were arriving for dinner. it felt like you were entering a storybook.

a dark one.

yunjin pressed the doorbell, the chime echoing too loudly through the air. you bit down on your cheek, tightening your grip on the banquet bouquet you brought — something to keep your hands busy. to keep yourself grounded.

a moment later, the door creaked open.

daniela appeared, framed by a hallway lit in golden glow. she was wearing a flowing white dress, soft and pristine, like she belonged on a magazine cover — or in a painting.

“holaaaa!” she greeted cheerfully, her voice sugar-sweet as she pulled yunjin into a kiss on the cheek — not a full press, more of that elegant european air-touch. “you came,” she smiled, eyes twinkling. “we’ve been waiting.”

she turned her attention to you next. her gaze was gentle, but sharp. like she was seeing too much. like she already knew.

“you must be y/n, right?”

you nodded slowly. “yeah. um. i’m y/n y/l/n.”

you stepped forward and offered the banquet. “this is for… you.”

daniela took it, nodding like she expected nothing less. “how lovely,” she said softly. “come inside. the others are dying to meet you.”

dying?

that word sat weird in your chest.

you stepped into the house, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

inside, everything was too perfect. white walls that seemed to stretch forever. abstract paintings in dark reds and blacks — some of them looking almost like they were bleeding. chandeliers flickering overhead. not a sound in the house except the echo of your shoes against the marble floor.

you and yunjin followed behind daniela like two guests in a dream.

until—

“SURPRISE!”

a voice tore through the silence like a whipcrack.

you jumped. yunjin screamed.

megan grinned at the end of the hallway, hand cupped around her mouth as laughter spilled from her. “god, you should’ve seen your face!”

“dude,” yunjin gasped, holding her chest. “you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.”

“sorryyy,” megan pouted, unapologetic. “you guys were taking forever. i got bored.”

she led you into the dining room — if you could even call it that.

the table stretched long and dark like something out of a vampire movie. candles glowed in tall holders. the place settings were pristine. and seated all around, already waiting, were the rest of them: manon, lara, yoonchae, and sophia.

all dressed in white.

you almost felt underdressed. luckily, your button-up was white. but still. the vibe was weirdly cohesive. planned.

yunjin, ever the social butterfly, greeted each girl with a casual “hey” or a playful quip as she slid into her seat. you gave a quieter “hi,” taking the chair beside her.

you felt eyes on you.

sophia. she hadn’t said a word, but her gaze was unwavering. not hostile. just... intense.

then daniela clapped her hands.

“let’s eat before the game begins.”

game?

you didn’t get a chance to ask. the dinner began.

but so did the feeling. the wrongness that slowly crept into your spine.

it wasn’t the company — everyone acted normal. charming, even. yunjin was laughing, chatting like she belonged here. the girls were polite. beautiful. chill.

but something buzzed underneath. something you couldn’t explain.

the food was elaborate. almost too pretty to eat. the wine was rich. the meat tender. the plates glinted like porcelain.

they prayed first — quietly, heads bowed.

“damn,” yunjin said mid-dinner, eyeing the spread. “so what’s the occasion? y’all always have fancy-ass dinners like this?”

lara shook her head with a smile. “only on special days.”

“oh?” yunjin cocked her head. “is today… special?”

the clinking of silverware stopped.

everyone froze.

just for a second. just enough to feel the chill.

then sophia finally spoke. “yes,” she said, smiling faintly. “today’s very special. because you’re here. our guests of honor.”

yunjin snorted. “that was corny as hell—but thanks,” she grinned, chewing another bite of steak.

you didn’t laugh.

your fork hovered in midair.

something about the way sophia had said it…

you tried to shake it off.

“so.” manon leaned forward, her voice light. “how about a game?”

you looked up. “a game? like… truth or dare?”

lara giggled. “aw, that was cute.” then she looked over at sophia. “but we were thinking of something else. something fun.”

“define fun,” yunjin said, raising an eyebrow.

“hide and seek,” yoonchae spoke for the first time, her voice quiet but sure. “with a twist.”

you frowned. “like… childhood hide and seek?”

“not quite,” daniela chimed in. “the rules are simple.” her hands folded together, eyes landing on you. “you two hide. we seek.”

yunjin chuckled. “and if we get caught?”

“you run,” lara said, licking her lips slightly. “run fast.”

“what happens if you catch us?” you asked slowly.

megan’s smile widened. it didn’t reach her eyes.

“you’ll find out,” she whispered.

they all stood from the table. almost in sync. almost rehearsed.

daniela checked the time.

“you have six minutes,” she said, stepping back into the shadows. “the game ends at midnight.”

“good luck.”

you still remember the way sophia looked at you before yunjin grabbed your wrist and ran.

that look wasn’t just a goodbye.

it felt like a warning.

like she already knew something you didn’t.

the hallways blurred as you both sprinted through the massive house, your breath catching in your throat. everything echoed. every step, every breath, every beat of your heart.

“we shouldn’t hide together,” you managed, eyes darting around like a hunted animal.

“yeah, but let’s not go too far either,” yunjin huffed, trying to make light of it.

she yanked open a door and dragged you into what looked like a library. tall shelves loomed over you, filled with dusty books that smelled like secrets. the walls were lined floor to ceiling, and the room was cold — too cold for a place this elegant.

“i’ll go under there,” she whispered, nodding at a long wooden table near the corner. she let go of your hand and ducked underneath it, her legs folding awkwardly.

you turned in circles, mind racing. the closet.

your body moved before your mind caught up.

you slipped into the dark space and pulled the door shut, heart hammering against your ribs so violently you swore it was echoing. you crouched low, folding your knees to your chest.

your breath felt like a siren, too loud, too obvious. you covered your mouth and focused on your watch.

8:36 p.m.

the game had begun.

you waited.

and waited.

each passing second stretched like it was trying to snap your sanity in half.

then—

click!

the door to the library creaked open. slow, deliberate.

you leaned slightly, peeking through the thin gap in the closet door. someone stepped in.

you couldn’t tell who it was at first.

their figure moved smoothly. too smoothly.

until the light hit her face.

megan.

you clamped your hand harder over your mouth, your body trembling.

“wasn’t even locked,” she mumbled to herself, stepping fully into the room. her voice was casual. too casual. she scanned the room, her gaze brushing past the table, the shelves, the air itself. “they wouldn’t hide here. too obvious.”

with a roll of her eyes, she turned, footsteps slowly fading...

the door shut again.

you thought you could finally breathe.

under the table, yunjin was frozen — her hands still cupping her mouth as her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“peek-a-boo.”

suddenly a shadow loomed above her.

megan's voice sliced through the silence like a knife, her smile stretching wide — too wide.

yunjin screamed. a sharp, gut-wrenching sound that echoed like a final note.

“idiot,” megan whispered, tone laced with twisted amusement.

“fuck, i guess i got caught,” yunjin tried to laugh, trying to pull herself out. maybe she still thought this was a game. maybe she was still in denial.

but megan’s hand wrapped around her hair before she could fully stand.

“megan—what the—”

CRACK!

her skull slammed against the edge of the table. once.

twice.

again.

you felt the vibrations through the floorboards.

you saw it.

you fucking saw it.

you slapped your hand over your mouth again, tears brimming in your eyes.

“m-meg—”

“you’re. so. fucking. dumb.”

with each word, another hit.

SMASH!

the table began to splinter. so did yunjin’s head. her cries turned to gargles. blood poured from her forehead. her body trembled.

“you don’t want to sit here?” megan snarled, dragging her like a ragdoll across the floor.

THUD!

she slammed her face into the wall.

CRACK!

her nose broke. blood gushed. her eyes rolled back. her body twitched.

megan laughed. it was the sound of something rotten.

“LOOK AT YOU. you’re even uglier now.”

then the blade appeared. she pried yunjin’s mouth open with one hand, forceful, uncaring.

“let’s make you pretty again.”

she carved into her cheeks slowly, tracing invisible lines only she could see.

“say ahhhhh!”

yunjin whimpered, barely conscious.

“i said—say. AHHH!”

SLAM!

she cracked her skull against the wall again.

the sound that came after was something you never want to hear again. it wasn’t just bone. it was soul.

her mouth opened — blood spilling out in thick globs.

you couldn’t move.

your body was locked in place.

this wasn’t a prank.

this wasn’t a game.

megan just killed her.

your best friend.

right there.

like it was nothing.

like she’s done it before.

what the fuck.

what the actual fuck

“holy fuck…” megan let out a breathless laugh, her blood-soaked fingers dragging back her hair as she stood in the aftermath. yunjin’s blood painted her face and dripped from her white dress.

she stood tall, towering over the broken body beneath her like it was nothing more than a cracked porcelain doll.

then came the creak of the door.

lara walked into the library like she owned the place, an axe casually slung over her shoulder. her eyes dropped to the scene on the floor — yunjin’s body, head twisted unnaturally, a pool of crimson spreading beneath her.

lara raised a brow. “that was quick.”

“bitch thought a table was a solid hiding spot,” megan scoffed, wiping blood off her chin with the back of her hand. “i barely even had fun.”

lara clicked her tongue, tilting her head. “whatever. next one’s mine. i’m gonna stab her till her soul leaves her body.”

megan smirked. “we better find her before midnight.”

“oh, we will,” lara said, grabbing megan’s sticky, red hand. “she’s in this house. somewhere. and when we catch her...”

“we get our fucking wish,” megan finished for her, both of them smiling like it was some inside joke from hell.

they turned and left, heels echoing off the floor as the library door slowly shut behind them.

click.

you didn’t move.

you couldn’t.

your heart slammed against your ribs so violently it felt like it might burst through your chest. you were still curled in the closet, every muscle locked in place, lungs barely pulling in air.

what the fuck was that. what the actual fucking fuck is going on.

megan killed her. she killed yunjin.

and now — now they were talking about wishes?

what kind of demonic shit did you walk into?

your body trembled as you finally pushed the closet door open an inch, peeking through.

quiet.

you stepped out, legs wobbling beneath you. your gaze flicked toward yunjin’s lifeless body, and every part of you screamed to look away — but you couldn’t. you had to be sure.

knees hitting the ground, you crawled toward her, lips trembling. “please,” you whispered. “please don’t be dead. please.”

you pressed your fingers to her neck.

nothing.

no pulse. no warmth.

your best friend — gone.

just like that.

you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming. tears welled in your eyes, but you forced them down. you couldn’t fall apart. not now.

they’re still here.

they were hunting you.

and if you didn’t get out — if you didn’t run — you were going to end up just like yunjin.

you wiped your face, breath shaky, and slowly made your way out of the library. your phone was in your pocket — dead zone. no service. of f*cking course.

“fuck. fuckfuckfuck—”

you whispered under your breath, voice breaking with panic, moving faster now, heart racing like a ticking time bomb. the mansion was endless, a maze of locked doors and dark corners. how big was this place?

turning a sharp corner, you found a massive set of glass doors. pool lights shimmered beyond them.

you pushed them open, stepping out into the night air. a huge pool spread before you, water still as glass. your fingers scrambled for your phone again, praying for signal.

still nothing.

“fuck. fuuuuck. why is this happening—”

“aw, poor thing.”

your blood turned to ice.

a cold blade pressed against your neck.

you froze.

don’t breathe. don’t scream. don’t move.

“thought you were gonna be special,” a voice purred behind you—young, lazy, cruel. “but damn… you’re shit at hiding.”

yoonchae.

the youngest sister.

you didn’t have to look back to know she was smiling.

and you were so, so fucked.

you stood there like a statue — paralyzed, breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat, your hand wrapped so tightly around your phone that your knuckles turned bone white. every instinct screamed at you to move, to do something, anything, but your body had betrayed you. the metal from her blade was cold and hungry against your throat. you could feel its edge whispering across your skin — so close to tearing it open.

get it together. move. move, goddammit.

“w-why…” your voice cracked like brittle glass. “why the hell are you doing this?”

“why?” she echoed, tilting her head like a curious doll. “we’re just playing. haven’t you figured it out yet?” her grin widened. “oh y/n, it’s just a little game. and guess what?” she pressed the blade deeper until a line of blood welled up over your skin. “it’s your turn to die.”

your breath hitched as the knife sliced your neck — not deep, just enough to sting, to remind you that yes, she was real, and yes, she wanted you dead.

she leaned in, lips brushing your ear, breath hot. “tell the devil i’m coming home,” she whispered, voice giddy. “and make sure he saves me a seat, yeah?”

you reacted on impulse — pure animal survival. your elbow smashed into her ribs and she let out a sharp grunt, stumbling back. you didn’t think. you just moved. turned, slammed your forehead into hers once — twice — three times until her face snapped back, nose gushing blood.

you stumbled backward, heart pounding like a war drum, brain shrieking to escape — but before you could, you felt the white-hot slice of steel carving through the side of your stomach.

you gasped.

looked down.

her knife was buried halfway into your abdomen.

“you bitch,” you choked, the pain blooming like fire through your nerves.

yoonchae’s bloody mouth stretched in an almost loving smile. “oops,” she cooed sweetly, twisting the blade. “i slipped.”

she yanked it out with a schlick, blood gushing down your side, painting your clothes a horrific crimson. and then — crack — her skull slammed into yours with terrifying force. the world blurred. blackened. you felt your body flying backward.

you didn’t even register the splash until your lungs screamed in icy agony. the pool swallowed you whole.

the cold wrapped around your wound like barbed wire.

and then—

a hand fisted your hair, yanking your head above the surface. you barely had time to breathe before yoonchae’s face was inches from yours, eyes wild, mouth trembling with excitement.

“you know what?” she giggled, breathless. “i thought you’d be boring. i was wrong.” she grinned wider, eyes practically glowing. “you’re fucking delightful.”

her hands shoved your face back underwater.

chaos. you thrashed, limbs flailing, wound screaming, blood blooming in spirals around you like red ghosts. everything blurred. time slowed. she wasn’t going to let you die easily. she wanted to play.

she dragged you up again.

your lungs collapsed with a rasping, ragged gasp. oxygen burned as you coughed, but her laughter drowned it out — manic, shrill, echoing across the water.

then — down again.

but this time, you weren’t just fighting to breathe.

you were done.

you latched onto her arms with both hands, digging your nails in, eyes open under the water as you yanked her down with you. she didn’t expect it. she laughed at first, but it turned into a shriek of confusion.

you wrapped your hands around her throat, squeezing with everything you had, bubbles spilling from her mouth as she thrashed, clawed, punched your wounded side.

white-hot pain tore through you as she dug her fingers into your stab wound — like she was trying to reach inside you. your vision flashed white with agony.

you screamed beneath the surface. a sound no one would ever hear.

you let go for a second — enough for her to headbutt you again. your skull cracked against hers. stars exploded behind your eyes. you barely registered the glint of silver.

the knife.

at the bottom of the pool.

you dove. kicking off her body. ignoring the blood clouding your vision. your hands closed around the handle just as she grabbed your ankle, nails digging in.

you twisted, tried to kick her off, but she latched onto your wound, punching, tearing, laughing under the water.

it was like drowning in pain.

but you weren't dying here.

you turned. and with a howl only the water could muffle, you plunged the knife into her chest.

once.

twice.

three times.

she flailed. tried to scream. blood spilled from her mouth, a murky stream that painted the pool darker. you kept stabbing. rage took over. rage for yunjin. for your friend. for all of them.

stab.

until her limbs went still. until her body stopped fighting.

until her eyes rolled back.

you stayed there for a second, panting, floating above her corpse. blood mixed with chlorine. her body sinking like dead weight. your own blood joining hers. the pool dyed red. like a painting from hell.

yoonchae was dead.

and you weren’t next.

not yet.

you dragged yourself out of the water, coughing, gasping, knees buckling beneath you. your hands trembled around the knife, still dripping. your shirt clung to you, soaked, stained red. your wound gushed with every step.

but you were alive. barely.

you checked your watch with shaking fingers.

9:03 am.

four more hours.

four more hours until this game ended.

and there were five more monsters left.

a/n: can’t believe i wrote ts while listening to gracie abrams on loop???

#★—max writes #katseye x female reader #katseye #daniela x reader #megan x reader #megan skiendiel x reader #daniela avanzini x reader #sophia x reader #sophia laforteza x reader #manon x reader #manon bannerman x reader #lara x reader #lara raj x reader #yoonchae x reader #jeung yoonchae x reader #x female reader #katseye x reader #gore

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