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Hello my lovelies! Here is the second installment of 🍪Cookie Jar🍪 prompts that has been in the back of my mind for some time. This is my first attempt at writing something Horror? So I wanted to release it for Halloween to feed into the sPoOkY vibes. If this goes over well it could just be the first chapter of something larger...

A Seed of Doubt

Tags: Sugar Cookie Horror, Mad scientist AU, FBI classified experiments, Crazed scientist Namjoon, Wholesome botanist Jungkook, Little Shop of Horrors Inspired, carnivorous plant, Plant vore, tentacle-adjacent limbs, friends to enemies, mind corruption, dumbification, fear, vomit, disturbing themes uwu

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"Strength and growth come only through continuous pain and struggle.”– Napoleon Hill, author.

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Jungkook peered through protective glass up at the enormous plant that thrummed and pulsed. All of the readings of the biome’s heat signatures were coming across on the screen perfectly. It was disturbingly active in a way that they had never seen before.

“Do we have camera footage to see what happened…?”

Jungkook asked his partner who stood beside him, staring with the same awe and fascination at their test subject of nine months. Namjoon's lab coat sat slightly askew on his shoulders and his hair was rucked from the haste that they had both rushed into the lab well past midnight. Both scientists had gotten the notifications on their phone of an anomaly in their data, and had raced over as fast as possible despite the late hour.

“I'm pulling it up right now-”

Namjoon squinted down at the UV readings. Right in the core of the plant was a bright red heat signature, hotter than the quivering leaves, but much too cold to still be alive. A small part of Jungkook wished that he could have been here to see it happen, as sick as it was. As Namjoon always said, sacrifices were a necessary evil of science. But Jungkook wasn't sure where the line was drawn on what sacrifices entailed. He and Namjoon had very different limits on ethics, despite working together for years.

The plant ominously swayed its stalks and its leaves rustled, more movement than the typical slow sentient swishing that they were used to, accompanying the ever constant thrumming that pulsed in its core.

Namjoon tilted his head in fascination as they both watched the grainy video footage of the horror that had forced them to come to the lab. They squinted at the screen and caught a glimpse of a portly janitor enter the completely restricted room. There was a dark flurry of leaves thrashing in front of the camera, and a scream. Dark foliage covered the camera like the plant was obscuring their view and… knew where their observation points were.

Jungkook glanced at Namjoon, feeling uneasy. Namjoon's expression showed nothing of the sort, just a studious enthrallment at a potential discovery.

"We need to see this footage from another angle. Or watch it live."

Jungkook gulped and took a small step away from Namjoon, who radiated as much excitement as the plant within the large confinement of the greenhouse. Sometimes his lab partner scared him at his lack of empathy for others.

Watch what happened again? In person?

“Hyung, you’re not thinking…”

“What you’re thinking?” Namjoon typed data signatures into their log sheets to document what was happening as he watched the footage again. “Yeah, Jungkook-ah, I am. We watch it for real this time. Call in another maintenance repair for the greenhouse lights. Get clear footage and send it off as evidence in the morning. Let's see who's on night shift...” Namjoon's hands were unnaturally steady as he picked up the phone.

Jungkook couldn't believe what he was hearing. Absolutely not.

“Hyung, we can’t. That's... unethical.” Jungkook pushed Namjoon's hand down to shove the security phone back into the receiver. Risking another person's life for 'science' wasn’t an option. Was it? Namjoon would probably say it was.

“You’re right. Sorry for supplying a suggestion that would give us actual answers.” Namjoon didn't sound sorry at all. Jungkook ignored the snide remark and the implied message of his tone: you always hold us back from making real discoveries. Jungkook pushed those feelings down and poured over the readings for the thirteenth time, trying to make sense of it. He and Namjoon stared through the huge observatory window at the massive thing inside.

Unlike the plant usually looked, there was a large bulge in the middle of the thick tree-trunk stem, right where the cooling heat signature was on their scans. Namjoon clenched his jaw as he eagerly analyzed their specimen. They both stood quietly in anticipation of... anything? Jungkook didn't know what they were waiting for. But they watched for nearly an hour, on edge to observe any change. At the slightest movement, Namjoon smacked Jungkook’s arm like the other’s concrete, undivided focus wasn’t also glued to their million-dollar research project.

“Jungkook-” The middle of the plant began… pulsing. They could see it squeeze what was inside, and then expand, puffing outwards until the casing of the stem was pulled tight, then contracting again. The two scientists stared, transfixed. The thick middle continued it’s methodical movement, and it looked like it was… massaging what was inside. Jungkook realized it was like a giant stomach.

“Oh- oh god-” Jungkook gulped, queasiness ramping up. He felt too hot in his middle, skin clammy, but his limbs were also vibrating with feelings he couldn’t label. Adrenaline. It was too much.

A large offset of gas bloomed out of the plant's top bulbous flower, and Jungkook’s mouth fell open in horror. “This is so wrong.”

“Did it just… burp?” Namjoon pondered. Slowly, the bulged stem of the plant settled, and all of the leaves shivered like it was experiencing pleasure.

Jungkook might be sick. He was definitely going to be sick. Namjoon was completely unphased next to him.

A few large stalks from the plant slowly moved down to the glass where Namjoon and Jungkook stood safely behind. They’d never seen it move like this before. The leafy vines nudged the glass barrier, like it wanted through. Jungkook and Namjoon both instinctively stepped back. The plant pawed over the glass surface and it shook like it was angry.

“H-hyung…” Jungkook took another step back. His hands were shaking. “I think that…”

“She wants to eat us? Yeah- me too. How interesting.” Namjoon watched in fascination as the plant caressed the protective glass and tried to nudge against it again where the two of them were. Jungkook was immensely thankful that there were six inches of thick, bulletproof protection between him and that thing. With the impenetrable glass completely solid, much to the plant's disappointment, the swaying limbs drooped back down to the earth and slithered around towards the base of itself.

Jungkook swallowed hard, his stomach churning. This wasn't what he had signed up for when he was offered a classified job working for the government. He should have known that the pay was too high to not be mentally scarring. Jungkook watched the plant cradle itself. The sentient leafy limbs stroked over the bulge in the middle, and a few wound around the entire circumference base and squeezed like it was greedily feeling the size of it’s meal. Jungkook accidentally whined- with what might have been fear. Was definitely fear.

“Hyung-” He swallowed hard, determined to not be sick and taking another step back as Namjoon continued to log in data.

“She’s fascinating,” Namjoon cooed. Jungkook glanced over and saw admiration on his hyung’s face instead of the terror that he was feeling. “So, it's carnivorous,” Namjoon scribbled a few things down in one of their binders. Jungkook couldn’t help but respond instinctively in defense to try to make sense of what was happening.

“But it hasn’t done this to any of the animal tests. It didn't... eat them. It ignored them.” They had released multiple different species of both flora and fauna into the containment as a part of their initial tests, but the plant had done nothing for months. What had changed?

Namjoon was tapping on their computer, speedily looking up the work timetable and seeing who had been scheduled for tonight. Jungkook didn't want to know what Namjoon was thinking. Namjoon clicked through the profiles until he found the same man that had somehow managed to wander past all of the restricted signs and get through numerous locked access points to end up in the carnivorous plant’s greenhouse. It takes 4 different keys to get past all of the security checkpoints. This couldn't be a coincidence, could it? Jungkook wondered if there was something bigger going on that Namjoon and him hasn't been informed of.

“Oh… I've found it.” Namjoon glanced up at Jungkook, snapping him out of his problem solving flow. Jungkook couldn’t help being curious enough to come back to Namjoon's side and see what was so interesting. “Kookie… look at this-” Namjoon quickly pulled up the results from all of their tests. The plant had completely ignored their releasing of a mouse, cat, snake, all insects, and a dog. Namjoon tapped on all of the BMI indexes, and then on the profile of the unfortunate janitor. “It prefers fatty meat.” Namjoon grinned with the high of a new hypothesis.

Jungkook gulped, sick and intrigued all at once. “T-that’s a really far claim, hyung. Maybe it just likes humans.”

Namjoon was in full-brain mode. How could he be so unaffected? How late was it? Jungkook could feel the lack of sleep in his bones.

Namjoon waved him off. “No, I don’t think so- if I’m right…” Namjoon began typing again.

Jungkook needed to get out. He needed air and a break and a moment to digest everything that was happening. A bad choice of words. He felt sick. He backed up, mumbling, “...coffee,” and spun on his heel. Namjoon didn’t even acknowledge his disappearance, and Jungkook all but ran to their breakroom and locked the door. He collapsed onto a chair and tried not to hyperventilate.

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Namjoon didn’t feel the need to wait. He launched the next test, impatient to see if he was correct. They were all set up to release more mammals this week for their tests. The plant had been labeled as “hazardous,” and it was his and Jungkook’s job to figure out exactly what every single detail of this new species was. Namjoon relied on Jungkook for much of the technical side of phytology and terminology, but the botanist had been holding them back for weeks, and Namjoon wouldn't let Jungkook stand in the way of a breakthrough this big.

Namjoon clicked through controls, too curious for his own good. He wanted to test his ideas. Everything was worked out in his head. The theory was in place and now he needed evidence to buttress it.

He opened the gate from the control room and was pleased to see a pig amble out into the enclosure with the plant. Namjoon quickly scrolled over into their next set of switches and opened the cage for a bonobo. Namjoon stared and waited with bated breath. He checked the BMIs of each and grinned. The pig was nearly the same ratio of fat to meat as the night-watch employee had been, though how or why someone had gotten into the restricted greenhouse lab made him very suspicious. The vines began moving. One slinked towards the bonobo. “Still hungry, darling?” He murmured as he watched. The bonobo was strong and hearty as human's closest primate relative. One vine snaked around the primate, squeezing its middle, and the bonobo curiously tugged on it. A few more slithered over and wrapped around different parts, making the primate begin screeching and thrashing.

Disappointment filled him. Maybe Namjoon was wrong. Maybe the plant did just like meat.

The plant lifted the thrashing, near-human animal a few feet off of the ground, like it was testing it’s weight, and Namjoon squinted as he analyzed the scene.

Much to his surprise and delight, the vines loosened their hold, and almost gently set the primate back down on the earth. Namjoon's eyebrows shot up. How interesting.

Oh. Oh. Namjoon was right. He eagerly turned his gaze to the pig. The plant's tentacle-like vines finally made it, and one wrapped around the middle of the snuffling creature. It squeezed, and the pig squealed. Namjoon leaned forward in anticipation.

Instantly, in a flurry of foliage, vines shot out, wrapped around the pig, and lifted it high into the air. Namjoon followed the movement with his gaze, intent on not blinking and missing anything. The squealing animal was hoisted up nearly to the top of the greenhouse, and a large budded flower unfurled.

Namjoon’s jaw dropped as the inside of the massive tulip bud was lined with sharp nettles, facing the inside like shark teeth. A defense mechanism to make sure that whatever entered went down smoothly, but would be skewered alive if it tried to claw its way out. Genius. The plant was genius. The pig was dropped in and Namjoon watched the bulge of the meal slide down the stem just like a throat, only to drop into the center where it pulsed and inflated. The flower furled back up again tightly, and vines circled around the base once more like it was cradling it’s belly as it swelled and contracted in what must have been the beginning of the digestion process.

Namjoon scribbled down pages of notes in a frenzy, high on the success of his hypothesis being affirmed.

The angry bonobo ambled away back into its cage, unharmed. One test was successful. Now, the next one needed to be conducted. Namjoon released a human-sized chimpanzee all alone, and watched for a long time as the plant got more curious and confident with the potential meals. However, after some playing, it set the primate back down. This was too good to be true. Namjoon was ecstatic.

Just to solidify his theory, a pudgy squirrel was released and gobbled up upon first squeeze where the vine sunk into fat. Namjoon grinned. Two was chance. Three was a pattern. He was high on the endorphins that came with making a new discovery, clouding his mind and making him want to plow onto the next, next, next.

The plant's limbs were exploring the openings of cages that the animals had come out of, particularly interested in the pig’s containment, like it was searching for more.

Namjoon had a thought. A risky one.

He eagerly pulled up Jungkook’s profile within their system and searched for his BMI. His lab partner was incredibly fit. It was one of the lowest numbers he’d ever seen on a human: 12% fat, less than his own 18%, less than their leanest wolf predator in the mammal tests, and much lower than the bonobo and chimpanzee had been, averaging 24%. Namjoon wouldn’t be able to find anyone with a lower BMI to test. It was a safe option. The only option.

Namjoon licked his teeth, pulled out his pager, and sent Jungkook a message to meet him in the cage room, immediately. He flicked off the lights and opened the door, but didn’t leave.

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After a long time with his head buried in his arms, Jungkook’s heart rate was finally down. He was just steeling himself and pulling it together when his pager rang. The screen flashed with the code for the test animal cages and the letters PIG, followed by the emergency hash from Namjoon. Jungkook exhaled nervously and acknowledged it. Something must be wrong. A spike of fear went through Jungkook. If Namjoon was alone in the cage room with the test animals, he might be paging for help.

He threw the breakroom door open and glanced down the hall to where their operation control room was. The door was left carelessly ajar a few inches, because Namjoon never remembered to close it behind him. The small window in the door revealed that the lights were off. Fuck. Namjoon must have gone to the cages, and something was definitely wrong.

Jungkook spun on his heel and ran in the opposite direction, nervous for his friend. When he arrived, Jungkook instantly noticed that some of the animals set up for tests this upcoming week were gone, and sure enough, the pig’s cage was empty, with the door open on his side.

Jungkook called out for Namjoon before investigating, but there was no response. He searched around the dimly-lit room for the pig in case it had escaped, but couldn’t find it. Past animals had gotten stuck in a passageway to the containment greenhouse, and maybe the same had happened here. Namjoon wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so he must… be on his way?

Jungkook rolled his eyes with convinced relief and he exhaled the anxiety out of his body. Of course Jungkook had been worried for no reason. Everything was fine, aside from the escaped animals. Namjoon got so easily distracted. He would probably turn up in a few minutes with a million things to say about some new hypothesis that he had conjured on the short trip from the control room to the cages. Chuckling at the scatterbrained genius, Jungkook did what he had seen numerous of the zoo workers that came when one of the animals got stuck. Jungkook had been trained to ethically handle their specimens. There was no reason to call one of the workers when it was still so early. Not when Jungkook could easily do it himself. He checked his watch. 4:30 am. It was much too early to call someone at home with their families.

He crouched through the low metal entrance to peer into the passage. The caged door to the greenhouse beyond was open, and it definitely shouldn’t be. There was a loud clang of metal behind him, and Jungkook whirled around. The cage door had slammed shut behind him. But- there were no keys to these cages. Everything was operated electronically… from the control room. Jungkook tugged up at the metal, irrational fear spiking again. Tonight had been too much.

Jungkook hadn’t seen Namjoon in the control room on his way here to answer the emergency message. He’d been… Jungkook didn’t know where Namjoon was. He whipped out his pager and sent back his own emergency code. The message said that it was received and acknowledged by Namjoon. Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief. Namjoon would be on his way. Gods, think about how stupid he would look once his friend found him. They needed to get the electricians to come tomorrow. There must be issues in the circuit boards with the doors opening and closing on their own accord. That was a major issue, as proven right now.

Jungkook was going to have words with the health and safety department. He would need to book another therapy appointment this week just to process this night.

Jungkook impatiently checked his watch, wondering what could be taking Namjoon so long. He was getting nervous standing in here. Jungkook exhaled hard again and tried to count in his mind to calm himself down. Tonight was too eventful. He just needed to go home. He impatiently yelled Namjoon’s name in hopes that it would echo down the hallway, and he paged him again. Acknowledged.

Where the hell was Namjoon? Something cold and wet circled Jungkook’s ankle underneath his pantleg, and he yelped and jumped on instinct. He looked down to see a dark, leafy vine reaching through the long passage from the greenhouse. It shackled around his ankle. Jungkook shrieked now out of fear and tried to kick it off, stomp on it, and rip it off of him with his hands. More vines slunk through the opening and eagerly wrapped around his wrists. They were so strong.

No. No, no, gods no.

He yanked and screamed for Namjoon, but they only circled tighter. Jungkook’s stomach roiled as the vines gave a curious little tug on him, pulling him a few feet towards the greenhouse tunnel. Jungkook turned to the side and threw up the contents of his stomach, too much fear flooding through his body and making it contract and convulse from being overwhelmed. The plant pulled harder.

Jungkook whined as he was jerked forwards by his bindings. He was going to be sick again, but there was nothing left in him. His feet were forcefully wrenched, and Jungkook slammed to the ground of the cage. Tears blurred his vision. He screamed again in fear as he could feel his body being dragged across the cold metal towards the light of the greenhouse. He tried grabbing onto the wire floor but they just tore at his fingers, the metal woven too small to properly grasp. Tears cut down Jungkook’s cheeks as he was dragged by the ankles from the dimness of the testing cages into the artificial sunlight of the greenhouse. He clawed at the loose earth as he was dragged, but there was nothing to take purchase on. Jungkook was lifted upside down by his feet and hoisted into the air. All of the blood rushed to his head as he came face to face with a huge mass of green. The plant that they had been studying for months. Up close and personal. The one that had ate the janitor tonight. Jungkook shouted out Namjoon’s name again in terror, desperate for help.

Oh God, he was going to die. Jungkook thrashed and tried to bend up in half to tear his raw, bloody fingers at the vines around his ankles. He was thankful for his core strength as he latched onto them and started climbing like at the gym. The leaves around him shuddered and whipped across his skin, scratching him. Jungkook’s arms were circled and yanked to each of his sides, so he was restrained and spread out so tight like a starfish that his joints hurt. His ankles were hoisted higher over his head and all of the blood flooding his brain made his vision prickle. His labcoat hung off of the back of his shoulders and his sweater rucked up to his chest.

Defiance flooded Jungkook. He was not going to die and be eaten by a fucking plant. He growled and twisted his wrists, vision blurred and head pounding. He grabbed onto each vine holding his arms out and yanked as hard as he could. He kicked and thrashed and put up the fight of his life.

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Namjoon watched as the plant played with Jungkook almost curiously. It held him aloft and shook him a few times, vines shackled around each limb. Already, Namjoon could tell that the plant was having fun. Its leaves rustled excitedly and more vines rose to play with its new toy. This was very interesting. One even nudged at his hanging lab coat until it fell off of Jungkook and fluttered to the ground where vines pulled at it until it tore, curious about the fabric. Namjoon wondered if the plant was just going to play with Jungkook, or if it was ever going to test if he was pudgy enough to eat.

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Jungkook writhed as more and more vines rose up to him. He yanked as hard as he could, flailed, even bit, and they tugged back with much more power, pulling him this way and that. Three wrapped around his bare middle and began squeezing down on his ribs.

Jungkook freaked out even more. They tightened around his abdomen like a snake, and Jungkook almost blacked out. There was so much blood in his head and his vision was unfocused and tunneling. Vines dusted over his skin. They stroked across his tummy and up his chest, nudged his thighs and biceps, and one even came around his neck and rubbed at the underside of his chin. The plant was clearly feeling him up and restraining him completely immobile at the same time. Jungkook sobbed, frozen in place as he was held some thirty feet up in the air by a sentient plant that was seconds away from eating him. How had this even happened? How had Jungkook even gotten here?

The plant shifted Jungkook in its grip, and leaves pet down his back too, following the muscles. Jungkook felt seconds away from blacking out. His inhales were restrained with how tightly the plant was binding his chest and stomach. Maybe this was how it snuffed it’s prey, by squeezing him like a snake and then eating him. Jungkook wasn’t sure what he preferred if he had to pick how to die. Affixiation wasn’t the worst, but there were clearly better options.

He gasped for breath, only able to inhale shallowly and not nearly enough. Jungkook shook his head, fighting to stay conscious as black danced across his eyes. A familiar baby blue color swam in his blurred vision.

Jungkook blinked. That blue. That was the color of Namjoon’s shirt. The plant had turned Jungkook around, now interested in his back and thighs, winding up underneath the fabric of his trousers to feel his skin, and in the process, it had given Jungkook a clear view of the control room, where Namjoon was safely standing behind the bulletproof glass, watching. Jungkook blinked again and yelled for Namjoon’s help over and over, vision and head swimming.

He begged and tried pulling again at the tight vines, but with little success. One slithered across his lips, and Jungkook choked on Namjoon’s name, sobbed for help, pleaded for him to do anything except just stand there and observe.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed as his vision narrowed even more and a vine curiously parted his lips. It pushed against his tongue.

Namjoon was watching him and… taking notes. He was fucking taking notes as Jungkook was about to die. Jungkook howled in frustration and betrayal around the vine feeling his tongue. Fresh tears welled in his eyes. He thrashed once more, using up the last of his strength in an attempt to fight free, now full of anger instead of fear. How could Namjoon do this to him? His vision focused on the goddamn baby blue shirt but his field of view got smaller and smaller until it pinpointed into a little blue speck. The darkness closed all color out and Jungkook’s entire body fell limp as he blacked out.

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Namjoon observed the plant play with his friend, and Jungkook’s hazy eyes fill with fury as he caught sight of him. Of course it wasn’t going to eat him, but the plant did seem to like him. Its UV levels were rising as the plant played and had…fun. Namjoon always knew that the plant wouldn’t eat his lab partner. The tests had cornfirmed it. The plant was only interested in consuming plump prey. Jungkook had next to no fat on his strong, lean build.

Instead, the plant seemed much more curious about feeling the firmness underneath Jungkook’s skin, which must have been a new sensation for it. It was very intriguing to watch it play. Namjoon hadn't expected the plant to open up Jungkook’s lips to feel inside of his mouth. The leaves rustled happily as it enjoyed Jungkook while he thrashed and yelled and looked at Namjoon like he wanted to murder him. However, when Jungkook blacked out and went limp from being upside down too long, and therefore no longer engaging in the game by fighting back, the plant froze.

“Clever girl,” Namjoon praised as he watched it loosen its hold and lower Jungkook to the ground. “Be careful with him. Don’t break your new toy,” Namjoon tilted his head to watch as the plant gently laid Jungkook on his back in the soil, and it pet a few vines softly down his bare chest and stomach, like it was trying to soothe the limp boy. Now this was fucking fascinating. The plant continued the gentle petting until the blood circulated normally back in the human, and Jungkook’s chest began to softly rise and fall. A few little flowers furled and unfurled, and Namjoon stared in awe that they were pumping out oxygen as the levels in the greenhouse started to rise.

The plant pressed a delicate white flower to Jungkook’s lips, and breathed oxygen right into him. Namjoon stared, transfixed.

Jungkook’s lungs expanded with breath, and another vine continued to pet down his chest and stomach. Jungkook’s eyes slowly fluttered open and it took him a few minutes to focus and regain full consciousness. When he did, he screeched against the flower laid over the lower half of his face like a suffocating mask, and the plant wriggled in what might be delight.

Jungkook scrambled back on his elbows and legs through the dirt, but the vines just chased him, wiggling and playfully tugging at his clothes and ripping them, then happily sneaking into the rips to wind around his thighs and middle again.

Namjoon smiled.

“Learn your lesson, darling, don’t squeeze too tight.” Namjoon whispered as he watched. The plant lifted Jungkook again, but it seemed to cradle him with multiple vines, keeping him laying like he was in a hammock. “That’s it. Kookie is delicate.”

Jungkook stayed frozen still, staring up at the plant in frightened confusion as he was no longer bound and jerked around, but held almost tenderly. The vines lifted the boy up high, bringing him to a large bulbous tulip. The first wave of uncertainty washed through Namjoon. No. He had to be correct. It couldn’t eat Jungkook. The tight petals unfurled, but instead of being lined with nettles to devour him, a large, yellow bloom was inside of it. Namjoon stared, fascinated, as the petals opened to reveal a fat sticky pistil inside of the flower, surrounded by long fleshy stems that were shimmery with some sort of secreted liquid, possibly for pollination.

“Oh. Oh wow.” It was beautiful. They had never seen this part of the plant, didn’t even know that this plant had this. Jungkook was delicately lifted up and propped up by more of the vines. The flower tilted down and completely smothered him. Namjoon bit his lip, feeling a pang of nervousness again as Jungkook was engulfed in the plant, but confident in his own research.

All he had to do was wait.

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Jungkook stared, petrified, as he was cradled and brought into the heart of the foliage, only to be presented to a huge yellow flower. Jungkook wouldn't be one of the leading botanists in the world if he didn’t even know his basic plant anatomy. The golden petals wrapped around him, and he trembled as the massive stalks that were glossed with slick nectar followed suit and curled around him.

Maybe this was how he was going to die. But something told him that what was happening wasn’t malicious. It didn’t feel like he was being treated how the plant had ate the previous prey, all flurried limbs and pain.

Jungkook tilted his head as he studied it. This wasn’t a mouth. This was… the plant’s reproductive system. Jungkook’s cheeks heated, and he didn’t even know why. It was a flower for God’s sake. Three weighty, sticky-looking filaments drooped towards him and thudded heavily against his chest and tummy. A warm, glimmering secretion oozed out of them and coated his skin. It was cooling and tingly.

“Wh-what in the-?” Jungkook gawked as they slowly dragged down his body, coating him in the stuff. Thick flower slick was slathered all over him, and one almost shyly came up to his lips, smaller than the rest.

“H-hello-” Jungkook said awkwardly. It nudged, almost nuzzled against his mouth, and for some reason, for some weird, absolutely inexplicable reason, he breathed, “o-okay-” and opened his lips for it.

The entire plant shivered around him, and pushed the thick stalk into his mouth. Sweetness exploded across his tongue like honeysuckle, and Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered. This was- this was so weird. And weirdly… intimate? Jungkook had no idea what to think, and began instinctually suckling on the honey. What he didn’t expect was for it to push deeper and slide into his throat.

He gagged and squirmed, not expecting it to breach into his throat. Jungkook’s eyes watered and he whimpered around the plant keeping him open. More of the plant’s gooey floral limbs came down and poured the slippery stuff on him, stroking repetitively down his stomach. He was finally able to relax his throat as the plant stopped pushing into him and stilled. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He was impaled on it. Jungkook breathed through his nose and tried to gently pull himself off, but the vines that he forgot were holding him up clamped around his arms and legs, keeping him bound there. He whined again, his fear beginning to ramp back up and his heart rate accelerated, pounding with anxiety in his chest.

Yes. He was definitely going to die, and he was a fool for thinking that- maybe for a minute- he would stay alive.

The sticky shaft in his mouth pulsed, and Jungkook made another panicked little noise as something thick and warm poured into him. He could feel it settle in his stomach. He was being pumped full of… something- possibly more of the goo that was coating his skin. Jungkook couldn’t even squirm because of being bound in place, but the weight in his middle increased as his belly swelled. It bloated with the flower’s slick as the plant continued to pet down his rounding middle almost reverently. Jungkook’s skin stretched as his abdomen grew, filled full, and the plant slathered more secreted goo over his distended belly. Jungkook’s eyes burned with tears as he felt like he was going to pop from whatever it was pumping into him.

By some miracle, the plant pulled out of his throat, and Jungkook wilted back and coughed until he could breathe again. He was almost too scared to look down at himself, but he couldn't help it.

Jungkook whimpered at the sight. His belly was swollen, pumped full of the plant’s liquid. And he was completely coated in the gloss, all of his ruined ripped clothes soaked, and his skin and hair saturated with it. The slick was thankfully cooling on his hot, stretched belly.

Jungkook tried to think but something was wrong with his mind, his thoughts felt slow like he had been dipped in molasses. Like his mind was waterlogged along with the slick stuffed into him.

Tight, leafy vines around him loosened. Jungkook wilted back into the strangely comfortable cradle of plant, and the yellow flower petals began pulling away from him. The artificial sun of the greenhouse hit his eyes, too bright, and he whined and turned into the leafy safety of the plant, which immediately curled around him and supported the heaviness of his poor tummy. Jungkook nervously brought his soaked hands up to his belly. He was so full that it hurt, like he had just chugged gallons of water.

What in the actual fuck had just happened?

Jungkook was deposited safely on the soft soil of the ground, and could only lay there and try to pant for breath, staring up at the monstrously huge plant as the yellow flower closed back up. The curled tips of vines tenderly stroked his cheeks and over his belly, before pulling back and leaving him to cope.

His limbs were trembling as he laid in the dirt, clothes torn, rucked up, and soaked. And his stomach. What in the fuck had the plant fed him? Jungkook couldn’t even get up if he tried. He felt pinned in place. His mind was hazy and not working correctly, like there was a disconnect between his logical thoughts and overwhelming emotions. His rational mind wasn't working. All he could do was feel.

He felt overstimulated and too full to move. But also… strangely craving the vines back around him. He felt cold now that he wasn't being hugged.

A loud scrape of metal sounded to his right, and he lolled his head to the side to see one of the test animal’s gates were open. A pig waddled out, and Jungkook blinked, wondering if he was hallucinating. Something pulled at his arms, slowly dragging him to the edge of the greenhouse, and Jungkook dumbly stared, slow in his mind, as vines whipped around and snatched up the fat animal. The pig squealed as it was lifted it up to a flower just like Jungkook has been and-

Holy fuck it had teeth. The plant that had just been wrapped around Jungkook lifted the prey and swallowed it whole.

A hoarse screamed ripped out of Jungkook and his legs flailed. Pain flared in his belly and a fresh wave of fight or flight poured through him.

Overwhelmed, his head lolled back to see Namjoon above him, tugging at him and dragging him across the dirt, the explanation for how Jungkook was moving further away from the monstrous plant.

Jungkook was flooded with so many emotions, his brain couldn’t process them all. Namjoon was going to let that happen to him?! He had done it on purpose. Anger dominated the cacophony swirling inside of him and poured out. Jungkook's voice came out so much slower than normal he tried to speak, like he was drugged. Maybe he was? His mind wasn’t working right, his limbs weren’t working right, and his voice was scratchy and slurred, overworked from screaming so much and raw from having the plant shoved down his throat. Still, the spite tumbled out of Jungkook directed up at Namjoon as he was pulled back onto the safety out of the greenhouse and dragged onto the cold tiled floor, even if everything around him was blurred and dumbed down from his traumatized state. “I… hate y-ou-”

There was an uncomfortable tugging deep in the base of Jungkook's skull, like an invisible cord tethering him that got tighter as he was dragged away from the plant. His muddled thoughts rearranged themselves like a whisper creeping through his mind. Jungkook’s eyes fluttered and nearly rolled back as tingles flooded out from his head down his spine, making his limbs twitch and spazam, thoughts feeling outside of his own body.

Now you belong to me, pretty. We’re going to have fun together.

#halloween spoooky fic for you<3 #poor Jungkook #psycho Joon #Do we want more of this story...?#mind control au

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