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maineventbts · 1 year

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DON’T SCREAM

Genre: horror , smut , angst

Pairing: college bf!Taehyung x reader

Warnings: violence , murder , explicit language , talks of murder , unprotected sex (pls be safe!) , dirty talk , possessive behavior

Summary: after the brutal murder of two girls in your town , everyone is on high alert. with your mother leaving town , you’re left to defend yourself from a murderer.

A/N: I haven’t posted in a long time, I’m so sorry for the wait! I hope you guys enjoy this (pls ignore any mistakes, I rewrote this whole thing today)!!

"You’re seriously overreacting," Yoongi’s voice sounded exhausted as the conversation continued. You whip your head around, still in a state of shock, "are you kidding me? Two people we know were brutally murdered." Everyone at the table seemed unfazed at the tragic events that occurred last night. Two of your classmates were found stabbed to death, the entire scene was horrific. Butchered in their own home, the murderer still on the loose. Though your friends would rather talk about a party, you were deeply disturbed. You tuned them out and sat quietly with your thoughts. “Hell no, she’s the only one reacting appropriately,” Jungkook quickly came to your defense. For the last forty-five minutes, he was trying to convince your friend group that they needed to suit up, if they were going to survive. “I’m telling you, this is some shit from a horror movie. Just like the Terrifier, people getting hallowed out and stabbed to death,” you were happy you weren’t the only one to be scared, but he wasn’t helping ease your nerves.

"Hey, what’s wrong," your boyfriend, Taehyung, carefully cupped your face. Your boyfriend was the sweetest person you've ever known. Always trying to take care of you, no matter what the situation was. He looked genuinely concerned about your current state. Your palms were sweating, and the look of fear was all over your face. All you could think about was the next attack, and how anyone could be next. "I’m just a little freaked out, my mom is leaving tonight and I’m a little scared," you took a deep breath, resting your head against his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head, trying his best to bring you some form of comfort. "You know, I could always stay with y-" letting out a chuckle, you interrupt his suggestion. "You know I'd like that, but my mother would kill us both," your friends laugh at Taehyung's attempt to spend the night with you. The gesture was beyond sweet, but unrealistic. If anything, you’d find yourself at Nayeon’s house for the week.

As you get up to head to your class, you give Taehyung one final kiss, "come by after school, just for a bit."

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"Baby, keep it down," Taehyung grunts quietly as he hovers over you. Slowly raising your leg, he throws it over your shoulder, continuing to thrust into your sopping hole. As he picks up his pace, you whine, grabbing a hold of the sheets beneath you, "it's too much." He softly chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your lips. You instantly parted your lips, allowing his digits to slide in. You whine around his fingers, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

Though your moans have been silenced, the sound of wet smacking is prominent throughout your bedroom. With each thrust, your walls tighten around his cock, causing him to let out a low groan. Your brain becomes foggy, and you feel like you're floating, "c’mon pretty girl, come all over my cock."

His hips continue to slap against yours, and you feel an intense wave of pleasure rush over you. Taehyung loved the sight in front of him, your eyes rolling back as you moaned around his fingers. You're falling apart on his cock with one more thrust, dripping all over him. Not too far behind, he picks up his pace, chasing his high. "Fuck, angel," he groans before hiding his face in your neck. After a few more quick thrusts, he's spilling his seed into you. As you both catch your breath, he leans up, leaving a kiss on your forehead and your lips. You both scramble to get up and clean before you get caught.

A loud knock on your door interrupts your sweet moment, "Are you alright in there? I haven't seen you in a while." The sound of your mother’s voice sends you both into panic mode. "Yeah, I’m fine! Just about to shower," you quickly respond as Taehyung is halfway out of your window. "Thanks for coming," you whisper, walking over to your boyfriend. Taehyung intertwines your fingers, pressing a light kiss to the back of your hand, "just call me if you need me. And lock your doors when she leaves; there’s a lot of bad people out here. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt." With a quick peck, he’s gone, leaving you to wobble towards your shower.

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"Are you sure you don’t want to come with? "I don't feel too comfortable leaving you alone," your mother expressed her concerns as she stood in your doorway. Knowing how frightened you’d been since the news came out, she couldn’t believe that she had to leave you by yourself. She was leaving for a conference, and you’d be alone for the next week. With the recent killings, she wanted you to be surrounded by others, suggesting that you stay at Nayeon’s. A large part of you wanted her to stay, but you knew how important this was for her. "I’m sure I’ll be fine. If I get scared, I'll go stay with Nayeon and her mom," you hurriedly told your mother as you pushed her towards the front door. Time was ticking, and if she stayed any longer, she’d miss her flight. "Alrighty, mother, I’ll see you later. And bring me back something back from your hotel!" You shout after your mother as she’s entering her car.

After your mother left, you decided to make some dinner. You thought a small meal and a show would distract yourself from your loneliness. While you were cooking, your friend's group chat was blowing up. They started off comforting you and ended up arguing about which movie franchises were the best. Most of the group leaving the conversation, after one of Jungkook’s infamous movie lectures. Along with those texts, you received several reassuring messages from Taehyung. He even offered to FaceTime for the night, which you declined. You didn't want to feel like a burden, so you decided to suck it up.

You decided to sit in the living room with your meal. Browsing through different streaming services, you search for your favorite show. You click on ‘Pretty Little Liars’ on the screen, as if this isn’t your sixth time watching the series. As soon as the episode starts, you regret your choice of TV. Choosing a suspenseful show about a missing girl wasn’t your brightest idea. However, after triple checking that all your doors were locked, you felt like you might be able to sleep through the night.

An alert sound comes from your phone. Your eyes dart towards your device on the marble coffee table. You quickly reach for it, expecting a new message from your boyfriend, or another text from Jungkook about how Trey Songz ruined Texas Chainsaw Massacre. What you hoped would be something nice was something absolutely horrifying. "All alone in the house, can’t believe you didn’t lock your doors." Your heart drops to your ass, chest tightening as you stare at the message. You let out a small gasp, trying to be a silent as possible. You want to believe that this is just a sick joke, maybe from one of your friends, but you know they would never scare you like this. After the murders the other day, you knew that this was real.

The television continues to play quietly as you clap your mouth shut. You don’t turn it off, trying not to alert whoever sent the message. They could be inside the house or just messing with you from the outside, but you had no plans on finding out which was the truth. Freezing in your seat as your mind is racing, you try your best to come up with an escape plan. The three main exits to your house are locked, you checked them several times, and you haven't gone anywhere since. You needed to know exactly where they were hiding and how they got in unnoticed.

You cross the front door off your list, too far away and someone might be on the other side. The back door has several locks on it, making it difficult to rush out, it's possible that whoever is hunting you can come up from behind you while you're trying to escape. A single tear drops from your eye, you’re body trembling as you think of the worst possible outcomes. At this point, your only chance is to call for help, not moving from your spot on the couch. Quickly pulling up the dial pad on your phone, you call 9-1-1. Putting the phone to your ear, hand slightly shaking, as an operator answers, "911, what is your emergency?"

You quickly rise up from the couch, trying to be as silent as you possibly can. Before you can answer, clothed hands wrap around your hair, gripping your roots. Snatched backwards, falling over the couch. Your spine connects with the tile, making you shriek out in pain. The wind has been knocked out of you, and the entire room is spinning, you feel paralyzed. Trying to gather yourself as fast as you can, you look up to see a phantom-like figure. Dressed in a black cloak with a twisted mask to match, big build and a silver knife in their hand. The sight was like something out of a horror movie, and you're sure that your role is about to be cut short.

Previously frozen with fear, you find the strength to slide backwards on the floor. Trying to make some space between you and the masked assailant. Every time you slide backwards, they take another step towards you. They’re staring down at you, refusing to make a single sound. You finally find your voice. "Please stop," The words come out small and shaky, matching your current state. They tilt their head, like they’re confused at your pleading. It was clear that you would have to fight your way out of this, they weren’t just going to leave because you begged them to.

You begin to violently thrash, hands flapping around as you kick your feet out. “Help me please,” you scream at the top of your lungs, praying the person on the phone could hear you. The intruder wasn’t fazed by your actions, instead they just watched you act out, not making a single move. A powerful kick sends the reaper to the floor, a muffled grunt coming from under the mask. Pushing yourself off of the floor, you sprint to the phone, quickly snatching it up, “he’s gonna kill me,” you shout into the speaker. Just as you’ve gotten the last word out, you feel your feet get snatched from under you. Back crashing against the floor once again, head hitting the tile. The phone falls next to your head, being kicked away before you could get a hold of it.

Your mind is hazy, eyes clamped shut as you wither in pain. You slowly open your eyes, feeling a body hover over you. The intruder kneeling on your abdomen as they hoist their knife into the air. They bring it down forcefully, your hands coming up to push theirs away. The tip of the knife is inches away from penetrating your chest, barely strong enough to hold them off. Using the force from your hands and your knee, you push them off of you, causing them to stumble backwards and drop the knife. You jump to your feet and rush towards the stairs, knowing there are numerous possible weapons somewhere in your room. As you’ve made it halfway up, you think you finally escaped. Those thoughts are cut short, as you feel hands tugging at your ankles.

You stumble forward, gripping the railing of the stairs. Looking back, the reaper is right behind you, knife in their hands as they try to drag you down to their level. Your body feels weak, lungs feeling empty; it’s nearly impossible for you to continue fighting back. Your strength was no match for whatever they had going on. “This is no way to treat a guest in your home, ___” the voice sending chills up your spine. You nearly let go of the rail out of shock, their voice sounding deep and robotic. “Leave me alone,” you wail, refusing to let go of the railing. You start thrashing, kicking your legs around, hoping to shake them loose.

Your attempt at freeing yourself felt pointless, they weren’t letting go anytime soon and you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. You feel a sharp pinch on your ankle, knife piercing through your skin, giving you the worst pain you’ve ever experienced. You let out a loud shriek, tears running down your face as you try to fight through the pain. You couldn’t understand why this was happening to you, or why the were so determined to end your life. “It’ll only hurt a little,” the voice speaks again, as you try and pull yourself up the stairs. They raise their knife again, making your eyes widen. Before you can be impaled again, you kick your feet around violently. One lucky kick sends them crashing down the stairs, where they lie on the floor. Using the railing as a crutch, you quickly limp up the stairs, ignoring the blood dripping down your leg.

As you read the top of the stairs, you bolt down the hallway and snatch your room door open. Once you're inside, you lock the door and begin a frantic search for a weapon. Throwing open your closet, you grab a baseball bat, from the top shelf. Facing the door, you slowly back yourself into a corner, waiting for them to come back. Hands gripping the bat, ready to swing at whoever would come bursting through the door. There was no sounds on the other side of the door, no footsteps, no voices, just complete silence.

After a few minutes, you hear your name being shouted. The voice sounds awfully familiar but you weren’t ready to take any risks. Refusing to move from the spot, you keep the bat raised, prepared to defend yourself. Taehyung's voice can be heard on the other side, frantically beating against your room door. Rushing towards the door, you snatch it open, thankful to see a friendly face. You snatch him inside and close the door, locking it behind you.

Throwing yourself into his arms, you begin sobbing uncontrollably. Hands gripping his shirt as he consoles you, your body still shaking from the previous events. "What happened? I came by to see you, and the front door was wide open," he says, pulling away from you, looking for any visible marks on your body. "I don’t know! "They just came out of nowhere," you struggle to explain the incident voice cracking as you try to stop yourself from crying. "All of the doors were locked, everything happened so fast." Your hands are shaking, and your heart won’t stop racing, while you still have a vice grip on the baseball bat.

"I told you to lock your doors; you're practically inviting anyone in here," Taehyung pulls you in closer, his hands running down your back. As he holds you tightly, you sink into his chest, causing something to fall between you. Slowly pulling away, you look down at the floor, eyes coming in contact with a black microphone. You forcefully push his body away from yours, not looking away from the object on the floor. Taehyung shoots you a look of confusion; his eyebrow raises as you glare at him. You push the tip of the bat against his chest, putting space in between you two. Using the bat, you move him away from the door, not saying a word. You were unsure how he knew you left a door unlocked, just like the message said.

Taehyung doesn't even look at what he dropped, not breaking any eye contact with you. He tries to move closer to you but is stopped by the bat. "Baby, what’s wrong," he asks throwing his hands up. You couldn’t believe him, looking over his face, trying to find a fault in his expression. He keeps his hands held up in defense, trying to prove his innocence. "You’re just in shock, a little confused. Just come here," he says, holding one of his hands out to you, trying to draw you in. You don’t give in to his advances, knowing you can’ trust him. In fact, you slowly walk backwards towards the door, not turning away from him. Using your free hand, you slowly unlock the door, and twist the knob. Before he could move any closer, you swung the door open, and accelerated towards the stairs. You wince after every step, ready to cry, your ankle still throbbing from being stabbed.

Taehyung runs after you, screaming your name and trying to stop you from leaving. His attempts are useless because you ignore him and run towards the front door. You unlock the door and throw it open, prepared to hobble down the porch. As soon as the door opens, you've come face to face with the mask that was previously trying to slaughter you. You’re shouting at the top of your lungs, thinking you’ve come face to face with the perpetrator. The mask is lowered and officer and friend, Seokjin, shrieks back at you, startled by your outburst. You quickly push past him, not wanting to look back at your boyfriend. "He's trying to kill me," you could barely say as you stumbled down the stairs. Before Taehyung could run after you, he was stopped by several officers who were ready to put him in handcuffs.

Raising his hands up, Taehyung glares at you from your porch, watching as you’re assisted by EMTs. "I didn’t do anything, I was trying to help her," he tries to plead his innocence but is silenced by the police reading him his rights. You ignore him shouting after you, as he's thrown into the police car.

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At the police station, you were accompanied by Nayeon, who was consoling you the entire time. Giving you words of comfort and as much support as she could. You cried as you say Taehyung in handcuffs, screaming at you from across the room, trying to prove his innocence. Your statement was taken by her brother, Seokjin, who was tasked with keeping an eye on you. He tried to get ahold of your mother, calling her phone several times in a row. You couldn’t believe that she wasn’t answering, but blamed it on the fact that she was still on the airplane.

A few hours later, you find yourself at Nayeon's house. When you left the hospital, she demanded that you stay with her and her mom, which you did not decline. You could hardly walk, being left by yourself was unrealistic. You sat at the edge of your friend's bed in silence. Your boyfriend just tried to butcher you and probably killed those other girls. Nayeon tried to disrupt your thoughts with videos she found on TikTok, but you couldn't pay attention. You sat on the bed in silence, praying for the night to end.

"Hey, someone's calling for you. I believe it's your mother," Nayeon's mother said as she handed you the house phone and walked away. You place the phone toward your ear, hoping to speak with your mom after your near-death experience. "Mom," you speak into the microphone, waiting for her to respond. You couldn’t wait to tell her about the traumatic experience and how you wanted her to hurry home.

Tears fall down your face as your heart stops beating. Nayeon looks confused, coming beside you to hear what was going on. What you both hear through the phone left you lost for words.

"Surprised to hear you speaking. A few hours ago, you were all choked up."