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bestaez · 6 months

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Don't Fear the Reaper

Scream AU

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

warnings: murder, graphic violence, mature themes, obsessive behavior, sexual content

word count: 13k

summary/preview: Just a year since your brother’s brutal murder, bad luck seems to strike again in your once-peaceful hometown. It seems as if death wants to follow you as it finds its next victim in one of your school friends. The more the murders start to connect, you begin to wonder if it really could be just a copycat killer or if the wrong man was imprisoned.

quick note: this is very unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! ty🖤

It had been almost a year since your brother’s death and you still couldn’t believe it was real. His bedroom door had been practically sealed shut, neither you nor your father daring to venture inside. The sight of his empty room getting dusty would have just made it that much more real - something the both of you didn’t need as the constant news coverage had done enough of that job already.

It wasn’t necessarily that you were so distraught over Seowon’s death that you couldn’t come to terms with it. He was your older brother, your own blood, but that didn’t mean the two of you had been the closest siblings. You would describe your relationship over the years as lukewarm at best. You loved him because he was your brother but you never truly felt like you knew him. It was also hard to mourn with news vans following you everywhere you went.

The part that was hard to believe was the way in which he had died. He had been found in the woods near your house with seventeen stab wounds. It didn’t make any sense. Your brother had been a star football player at your school, part of the popular crowd. He was well-liked amongst students and teachers. You didn’t think anyone had a bad opinion of him. It’s possible he had rivals especially in sports or romances but nothing that would warrant murder.

Initially, there had been a lot of speculation in the town and you had heard all the rumors, including the one where your father had killed him in a fit of rage. You knew it could never be true; your father had been devastated by your brother’s death. He had been emotionless before, but now he was just a shell of the man he was. And whoever said loss could bring people closer had obviously never met your father.

The truth was that your father had always been emotionally closed for as long as you had known him. Your mother had died from complications after your birth and though he had never voiced it, you knew that he had resented you for being the cause of your mother’s death. At times, you wished you had never been born because living with the guilt had been too much to bear especially living with a father who never forgave you for it.

When the police eventually did find a suspect, you were shocked to say the least. Min Yoongi was a few years older than you and had already graduated when the murder weapon as well as your brother’s blood on his clothing was found. He had always been a serious guy and if you asked most people, they would say they had always believed he kept skeletons in his closet. You knew he was a bit of a recluse, but you never would have guessed he was capable of murder. The motive they came up with was that Yoongi had been jealous of your brother’s popularity and mixed with his own mental instability, things inevitably came to a day and he decided to act out his aggressions.

Many people wanted to know your side of it, whether you believed the story and whatnot. You had mostly stayed silent on the matter, unlike your father who had screamed at Yoongi in court and had to be dragged out of the room. You can still remember the stares you got from everyone that day - it was the same look you got from most of the town and your classmates. A mix of pity, curiosity, and judgment.

It was safe to say you hadn’t been looking forward to this time of year. The true crime fanatics had seemingly been ramping up their shenanigans, hoping to possibly find some clue that would connect more of the dots. The stares you always felt in town and at school hadn’t lessened and seemed to be picking up a bit more in recent weeks as the anniversary drew closer.

Which is why most nights, you would find yourself holed up in your bedroom where it was calmer. Much to your best friend's dismay, as she would always try to drag you away to some party or school outing. Haena hated it when you closed yourself off and didn’t believe in wallowing alone. In her eyes, it was as if your introvertedness was just a sickness that she had to cure.

The only person who understood your feelings was your boyfriend, Taehyung. He, too, was a bit of a homebody and didn’t mind staying in with you most nights. He did have more friends and liked to party, but he never pressured you to go out. Part of you believed he enjoyed having you all to himself that way and for some reason you didn’t mind it.

You don’t know how you got so lucky getting a boyfriend like Taehyung. He was so dreamy with dark black locks that were often tucked behind his ear and matching dark eyes that seemed to always be on you. He was an artist and could often be found wearing distressed jeans and sweaters with little splotches of paint here and there. He was extremely affectionate, always having to have his hands on you some way or another.

The two of you met in freshman year art class where you had quickly realized you had no business holding a paintbrush, much to Taehyung’s amusement. He would offer to fix up your paintings when the teacher wasn’t looking and was the only reason you ended up passing. It wasn’t until a little after that semester that the two of you started dating.

A low tapping interrupted your thoughts as you sat in bed, almost too quiet to hear over the television playing in your room. You got up to investigate, pulling your curtains open to see none other than Taehyung leaning up against your window using a ladder to get up here. You weren’t even sure if that ladder was yours but you were glad your window didn’t face the street where others could see.

You opened the window as you spluttered in shock, stepping back to allow him room to clamber inside. You held your breath as you kept an ear out to make sure your dad hadn’t heard his nosy arrival, eyes trained on the door like he would bust in any moment.

“What are you doing here?” You hissed once you had regained your composure.

“What, I can’t visit my girlfriend?” Taehyung pouted. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too but if my dad catches you-” “He won’t.” Taehyung cut you off, leveling you with his beautiful dark eyes as he leaned closer to you on the bed. “I’m stealthy.”

You breathed out a sigh, at a loss for words from his sudden close proximity. He reminded you of a tiger the way he stared you down like you were prey. You were so mesmerized by him you had missed him inching closer until you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Tae-” You tried to stop him but he shushed you, pressing his mouth to yours.

Taehyung was your first serious boyfriend and there hadn’t been a single dull moment in your relationship yet. For you, every new experience you had with him had been a thrill. But there was only so many heated makeouts you two could have before you knew he would want to do more. He understood you were inexperienced and was willing to wait but you wondered how much longer before he cracked.

As if on cue, his hand grazed your thigh lightly as if to test the waters. When you didn’t stop him, he grew more confident and raised it until it reached your hip, squeezing gently. You appeared calm on the outside but on the inside, your heart was racing.

He pulled back a bit to look you in the eyes, licking his lips as he smirked. “I can feel your heartbeat.”

Your eyes widened in embarrassment as you quickly sat up, covering your cheeks as you felt them heating. You had hoped it wouldn’t have been so obvious. Why couldn’t you just be normal?

“Still so nervous around me after all this time,” He chuckled wryly, lifting a hand to remove the ones covering your face. His fingers caressed your cheek as he gazed at you. “What can I do to make you more comfortable, baby?”

“I’m sorry.” You breathed, feeling your heart skip at all the intense eye contact. “I just need more time.”

“Don’t be sorry. I told you I would wait.” He gave you a small smile, leaning in to give you another kiss. He brushed a hand through your hair before pulling away and making his way back over to the window.

You watched him begin his descent back down to the ground before an idea popped into your head. You don’t know where the sudden confidence came from but the sight of his retreating back made you want to try something.

“Taehyung,” You called out from the window once he had made it all the way down. He looked back up at you curiously, his eyebrows raised in question. “Something to hold you over for now?”

You didn’t wait for him to reply before you lifted your shirt up, exposing your breasts to him from down below. You waited a few nerve wracking seconds before pulling it back down, giggling nervously as you did.

His look of pure shock made it all worth it, preventing any possible embarrassment from flooding into your system. You could tell your stunt had rendered him speechless for a moment, if the choked sputters coming from him were anything to go by.

“I think you just made it worse.” He finally spoke, his voice deep and chilling. You laughed loudly, moving to shut your window closed.

*****

When you arrived at school the next day, the atmosphere was tenser than usual. You were used to people whispering around you but this was different. People seemed to be more huddled in groups. It was as if there was some unseen sinister presence that had arrived. You weren’t sure if you could just blame it on the seasons changing but there definitely seemed to be a chill in the air this morning.

A hand grabbing your arm on your way through the courtyard startled you, your heart jumping only to see it was just Haena. Her eyes were wide as she squeezed your forearm urgently. You could tell just by her expression that whatever was going on was serious.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Your confusion was obvious as you watched realization dawn on her.

“You haven’t heard...” She paused as if trying to find the right words, biting her lip unsurely. “YN, some students were murdered last night.”

“What? Who?” The shock spread throughout your body like a numbness, your extremities feeling cold all of the sudden.

“Park Jimin and Yoon Iseul.”

You weren’t sure if any names that could possibly come out of her mouth would not come as a shock but this just floored you. Jimin and Iseul were the school’s power couple. Everyone was in love with them or wanted to be their friend. The correlation between their deaths and your brother’s wasn’t lost on you. Could it be a copycat killer? You didn’t want to think of the alternative - that Yoongi had been wrongfully imprisoned.

“That must be why everyone is acting so strange today.” You mumbled mindlessly, hearing the words coming out of your mouth but not feeling connected with them. “I just saw Iseul yesterday in sixth period.”

“It’s all I’ve been hearing about this morning. How Iseul’s parents came home to the grizzliest scene you can imagine. They said Jimin was tied up and they found Iseul out- '' Her chattering stopped upon seeing the sick look on your face, her lips pressing together as if just now realizing who she was speaking to. You didn’t blame her though - you knew she was just in shock. “Well, you get the gist. Apparently a neighbor saw the killer run out of there wearing some kind of weird ghost mask. Now everyone’s calling them ‘Ghostface.’”

“I don’t understand why this keeps happening.”

At some point in the day, you were called to the principal’s office for questioning. This wasn’t strange, though, as everyone in the entire school was going through the same thing. The police figured their first place to look was at the school, which made sense.

They had asked you simple questions like how well you knew Jimin and Iseul, if you knew if they were in any drama at school, etc. You had answered honestly and as accurately as you could. To be honest, you hadn’t the slightest who could have done something like this. But you could sense the detectives figured you might have some clue as you had been around death before. They looked at you like you had some kind of ghost hanging around you.

You decided that going through your day like you always did was the best shot at getting through it, clinging to any shred of normalcy that you could find. And if that meant having lunch with Haena and her usual friend group, then so be it. The seven of you were sitting outside in the courtyard, the climate having warmed up a bit since this morning.

The boys were goofing off with each other as if nothing was wrong, which in a way comforted you. You needed to act like everything was okay or else you could feel your sanity start to slip. Eyeing Haena, she was chatting with Jungkook while throwing her feet in his lap. He was rubbing her lower calves and you couldn’t help but watch how comfortable they were with each other in public like this.

It gave you the courage to lean back onto Taehyung who was sitting behind you, his warm chest a welcome embrace. He responded by wrapping his arms around your front, not missing a beat as he conversed with Hobi about the quiz they took this morning.

“Did they ask you guys if you liked to hunt?” Hobi asked all of the sudden, the idle chatter dying down as you all knew he was talking about the police interrogations all students had to partake in today.

“Yeah, I just told them I liked to fish.” Jin barked out a laugh.

You wondered out loud, “Why would they ask that?”

“Because their bodies were gutted.” Hobi responded matter-of-factly, turning to Jin with a suspicious look. “Kind of like a fish.”

“Thank you, Hobi.” Taehyung spoke sarcastically and you could practically feel his eye roll from behind you.

“They didn’t ask me about hunting,” Haena frowned in confusion.

“You think a girl could have pulled off a murder like that? Yeah, right.” Jungkook chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at her in a condescending manner.

Haena scoffed in disgust, pulling her legs off his lap. “That is so sexist of you. Plenty of women become serial killers - look at Aileen Wuornos.”

“She used a gun on her male-only victims. Not exactly the same.”

“Yeah, from what I hear Jimin and Iseul were barely recognizable by the time they found them.” Jungkook informed, seemingly undeterred by Haena’s annoyance. “The fact is that it would take a man to do something like that.”

“How do you gut someone?” Your voice trembled as you voiced the question, your curiosity getting the best of you. Taehyung tightened his arms around you and leaned his head on your neck, leaving a kiss there.

It was silent for a moment before Jungkook spoke up, “Well, you’d get a knife and start from the groin-”

“Jungkook, shut the fuck up.” Taehyung’s harsh tone left no room for argument and even made you tense up a bit.

“Didn’t you date Iseul?” You asked Jungkook.

His eyes lit up for a moment as he chuckled, “Yeah, for like two seconds.”

“Before she dumped him for Jimin!” Hobi chimed in. “Hmm, I wonder how the police would feel if they knew you were her lover scorned.”

“What, you think I killed her?” Jungkook laughed genuinely, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m sure you would love to see me behind bars but I’m afraid I have an alibi.”

Haena rolled her eyes as Jungkook winked at her, fed up with his immaturity. “If you think I’m going to defend your misogynistic ass, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Jungkook watched her with a pout as she stood up to leave, gathering her books for the next class. “Come on, baby! You know I’m not a killer.”

She ignored him as she walked off, which led to him jumping up and following her to no doubt get back in her good graces. Those two had been on-and-off for a while but you would be lying if you said their shenanigans weren’t entertaining. He was a pig-headed jock and she was an artsy type. They didn’t make any sense but somehow they ended up together.

*****

You went home that day to an empty house and a note on the kitchen table, which both surprised you and somehow didn’t. You were used to your father skipping out on you with no notice but to leave a note? That wasn’t like him.

Got a lead for a job out of town so I’ll be gone for a few days. I’ll try to call but might not have service -Dad

You supposed the message was emotionally detached enough to be from him but you couldn’t help the strange feeling you got from reading it. You knew he probably wouldn’t call or if he did, it would be just to let you know he was staying longer. He knew you didn’t expect much from him and probably preferred it that way. Weirdly enough, you did too.

Exhausted from the day, you threw your bag on the floor and collapsed on the couch. You flipped the TV on and surfed through the channels mindlessly before one with a news headline and familiar face caught your eye. It was a reporter that you recognized almost immediately - Kim Namjoon. He had covered your brother’s case extensively and even wrote a book about it.

“ This small but mighty town has been hit yet again with another gruesome homicide case. Two young teenagers were found brutally murdered in their own home. ” He spoke clearly, his dragon-eyes penetrating you through the TV screen. You had seen them in person and knew how deadly their effect could be. “ Authorities have yet to release any statement but we know now that no arrest has been made and the murderer could strike again. ”

“ Could it be merely just a coincidence that this month is the anniversary of yet another senseless killing? It has been only ten months since Min Yoongi was found guilty for the murder of Jung Wooshik, who was also a student at Woodsboro High. ” Namjoon continued, and you held your breath as you waited for him to say what you had been fearing. “ Many have made a few theories on what could be the meaning of this, including that of a possible copycat killer or perhaps a wrongful imprisonment. It’s safe to say the town of Woodsboro needs to stay vigilant on protecting its own. ”

You cut him off there, not wanting to hear any more. Namjoon had made it clear early on that he was doubtful of Yoongi being the killer and spent most of his news coverage with that perspective. You tried not to take it personally but there had been instances where it seemed like the reporter blamed you for what happened. You knew you weren’t directly responsible for Yoongi’s conviction but you couldn’t help but wonder if you should feel guilty. You had only told the truth to the judge, that you had seen Yoongi by your house the day your brother died. That your brother had bought some weed from him and that you had seen him leaving while your brother was still alive. What happened between then and when your brother was killed was completely unknown to you.

But your witness testimony along with the physical evidence found in Yoongi’s home and car had been enough to convict him. You can still vividly remember the expression on Yoongi’s face when the verdict was given, as though he hadn’t even heard the judge. You couldn’t help but be amazed at his absolute indifference to everything going on around him at all times. You had never seen him smile or get angry ever. He kept all his emotions inside and it only fueled to make you more unsure of him.

The sound of the phone ringing loudly next to you made you jump, hand laying on your chest to feel your racing heart. You took a deep breath before you answered, “Hello?”

“YN, I just wanted to check on you and make sure you got home okay.” Of course it was just Haena. You knew she worried about you especially when you were home with your father.

“Yeah, I’m okay. My dad’s left town apparently so I’ve got the place to myself.”

“Oh shit, really?” She sounded stunned by this. “Didn’t he hear the news?”

“Not sure. Although knowing him, he might have just wanted to get away from all the media craziness.”

“Do you want to stay at my place?” As if she could sense your hesitance, she continued in a more serious tone, “I know you probably think I’m being dramatic but I just don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“Okay.” You relented, agreeing that it was probably best to not be isolated and vulnerable with a killer on the loose.

You ran upstairs to pack some clothes for the week, unsure of how long you would be staying there. The thought occurred to you that you should probably let Taehyung know where you would be going just in case he tried to make another surprise sneak-in on you again. You picked up your phone and dialed his number. It rang one time before immediately going to voicemail, causing you to pull the phone back and look at it in confusion. It wasn’t like him to outright reject your call, so you tried again. This time it rang all the way through before going to voicemail.

“Huh, that’s weird.” You waited for the automated voice to end and the beep to sound before leaving him a message informing him of where you would be tonight as well as Haena’s home number in case he needed to reach you later.

When you got to Haena’s house a little while later, you weren’t exactly sure why you felt uneasy all of the sudden seeing the police vehicle in her driveway. Her dad was Sheriff Lee and he had always been like a father to you, more so than your own father anyway. But just seeing his car again after so long and knowing he was in there was dredging up old memories that you had tried to forget.

Haena answered the door with a bright grin and pulled you inside excitedly. You already knew you were in for an eventful next few days, especially with her two younger brothers who were always loud and rambunctious. But oddly enough, you found that you enjoyed being around such a loving and busy household because that had never been your home experience.

You were greeted by warm hugs from Mrs. Lee before she quickly sat you down for dinner with a plate full of food. Haena rolled her eyes at her mom’s antics especially when she realized she was not included in this display of special treatment and would have to make her own plate. At some point, Sheriff Lee rolled in and you could tell by the tired lines on his face that this week had taken a toll on him.

He still greeted you with a smile and a pat on the head before joining you all at the table. Mrs. Lee brought her husband a plate and you couldn’t help but watch as he grabbed her hand to give it a kiss. The two of them had always been a sweet couple and what with your lack of ever seeing that growing up, you were always fascinated by them.

“How’s your father doing, YN?” Haena’s father asked.

“Fine,” You answered, rolling a cherry tomato around on your plate with your fork. “He’s actually on a work trip this week so Haena convinced me to come stay here for a little while if that’s okay.”

“You know you’re always welcome here, honey. You’re practically family.” Mrs Lee was quick to reassure you.

“Work trip, huh?” Sheriff Lee’s eyebrows were drawn together as he held a spoonful of stew in front of him thoughtfully. “Did he mention where?”

“Nope. You know how he is,” You answered honestly and he nodded.

Just then, the phone rang and Mrs. Lee got up to go answer it. You were about to go clean your dish when she came back into the kitchen and said, “YN, someone’s on the phone for you.”

You quickly went over to go pick it up, “Hello?”

“YN,” Taehyung’s deep voice came through on the other line, sounding hushed and slightly out-of-breath. “I just got your message.”

“Oh, yeah well I just didn’t want you to go worrying if you called me and I didn’t answer. Haena’s family is taking care of me.”

“Yeah? That’s good.” He responded, and you could practically picture him posted up somewhere like the cool guy he was. “Although, I wish I had answered when you called because I could have kept you company.”

“I’m sure you would have liked that.” You chuckled. “I don’t think my heart can handle another one of your window sneak-ins.”

“Well, I don’t think my heart can handle being away from you that long.”

“You’ll still see me at school.” You reasoned, rolling your eyes despite him not being able to see you.

“Yeah but that’s school. You won’t even let me kiss you unless it’s somewhere hidden.” You could practically hear his pout through the receiver. “Why don’t you meet me at your place sometime this week? I’ll cook you dinner and we can finally be alone together.”

You couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed at his sudden pushiness to get you alone. You knew if you agreed to meet him at your house that he would probably try to have sex with you again. As much as you wanted to take that step with him, you were scared.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, what with the recent murders and all. I think it’s probably best to stay in larger groups.”

“What, you don’t think I can protect you? I know I’m skinny but I’m strong.”

“No I know you can but it’s just not a good time right now.”

“Yeah, I know. You haven’t been yourself in a while.” He huffed into the receiver.

You laughed sarcastically, unsure if he was being serious right now. “Yeah, sorry I’m not in the mood to have sex with you right now. I’m kinda still reeling over the deaths of our classmates.”

“I don’t mean recently. You haven’t been the same since Seowon died.” His words shocked you, not understanding where this was coming from all of the sudden.

“Uh, well that’s kind of what loss does to a person if you didn’t know. They change - drastically.” All humor was gone from your tone as you felt yourself getting annoyed with him.

“Yeah well it’s been a year since he died and you’re still so skittish around me. It’s like you think I’m some kind of bad guy.”

“I’m sorry if my trauma has ruined things for you but no one is making you stay with me. If you need it that badly then you-”

“Stop. That’s not what I meant at all.” He huffed angrily, taking a pause to gather his thoughts. “Listen, I don’t want to make you upset. I know it’s hard to see right now but I’m just feeling insecure. I want to make sure we’re still okay.”

At your silence, he let out another sigh. “I’m gonna let you go now. Please don’t be mad at me. I love you.”

He didn’t say anything after that but he stayed on the line, and you knew he was waiting for you to say it back. Hoping for you to say it back. And as pissed off as he had made you, you hated the idea of going to bed mad at him. So you conceded, for now.

“I love you too.”

*****

When you arrived on campus the next day, you spotted Namjoon standing near his usual news van. He was dressed smartly in an olive sweater and gray slacks, his glasses making him look more like a university student than a reporter. He was busy sorting through some papers, probably brushing up on his notes before he did his next broadcast.

You felt compelled to speak with him, especially after everything that had been going on recently. Over the past year, he had reached out to you multiple times for a comment and you always declined. The only time you had spoken in-person was after the court case had ended and it hadn’t been the most cordial moment.

“YN, this is a surprise. What can I do for you?” Namjoon raised his eyebrows at you, a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn’t quite pick up in his expression.

“I wanted to talk to you about Min Yoongi.”

“Okay.” He spoke slowly, glancing over at his camera crew who were standing a few feet away. “I’m guessing this is off the record?”

“Yes, please.” You paused, trying to think on how to start. “I know you probably don’t think very highly of me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, you wrote a whole book on how my witness testimony was the reason an innocent man was imprisoned.”

“Yes. I still stand by that.” He responded honestly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So what, you think I’m a liar?”

“You painted a picture that made him look like a killer. I think you were so desperate for all the media coverage and court trials to end that you picked him as a scapegoat.”

“Have you talked to Yoongi?”

“Many times. He admits to selling drugs to your brother but that’s all.” The look on his face told you just how in-depth their conversations had gone. Namjoon was a very detail-oriented man.

“Then how do you explain the blood on his clothes and the murder weapon in his home?”

“His roommate testified that he came home high with no blood on his clothes. Someone else planted all that evidence and framed him.” The way he spoke of Yoongi was almost like they were close; he clearly felt very strongly about clearing his name.

“Why are you so adamant on proving his innocence? Did you know him?”

“Why do you care what I think?” Namjoon’s face screwed up as he seemed to grow more irritated with you. This was the real emotion you expected to get from him, behind the friendly facade he tried to put on with you. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you? Yoongi’s life is ruined, he’ll never see the light of day again.”

“That’s not what I wanted.” Now, it was your turn to look confused. “I wanted justice. I told the judge exactly what I saw that day.”

His lips pursed as he thought for a moment, processing your words. “Yes, I knew Yoongi. We weren’t exactly friends but anyone who knew him knew he was harmless. He wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“Harmless and yet he sold drugs to teenagers?” You regretted it as soon as it came out your mouth. You knew it was a low blow and you didn’t truly care that he did that anyway but you needed to cling onto some semblance that you made the right call.

He hummed as he searched your face for a moment, “Why are you asking me about Yoongi all of the sudden? You’re not so sure anymore, are you?”

“No, Yoongi murdered my brother.” You weren’t even sure if you believed yourself at how weak your voice sounded.

“These murders are related, aren’t they? The killer’s still on the loose.” He sounded almost triumphant as he marveled at your recent revelation, the cogs in his head working on overdrive. You had just confirmed his biggest theory yet despite your best efforts not to.

Now was a good time to leave. You weren’t sure what you had hoped to get out of this interaction but it wasn’t this. You had been avoiding the truth for a long time but it was catching up to you.

“Goodbye, Namjoon. Always a pleasure.” He didn’t respond as he watched you move to leave, his lips moving as he quietly murmured to himself. Despite his dark calculating eyes following your every move, you knew that he was in a different place conjuring up his next news broadcast.

*****

Halfway through the school day, it became apparent that Principal Choi had not shown up nor called in sick. After multiple attempts to reach his home phone, one of the administrators called the police to do a wellness check. And what they had found upon entering his home had been what everyone was fearing.

The news of Principal Choi’s death spread through the school like wildfire and you could tell the staff struggled to hold themselves together while keeping the students organized. A few police officers arrived at the school to work with the administrators on figuring out how to go about letting the students go home.

You were in the library with Haena and Jungkook when a pair of boys came running through your section and drawing the attention of everyone nearby. One was screaming in an exaggerated manner and the other was wearing the infamous Ghostface mask and chasing the former. You could tell they were just playing a prank but you didn’t see how anyone could be making fun of the situation right now.

“What is wrong with people?”

“Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Halloween.” Jungkook threw his head back and laughed.

“Stupidity leak!” Haena berated him, whacking him in the head with her notebook.

You shook your head at him, deciding to just ignore his comment. “Have you guys seen Taehyung around?”

“You mean after you gave him blue balls? No, his heart’s broken.”

“Jungkook,” Haena elbowed him hard, causing him to grunt.

“He said that?” You were shocked that even Jungkook knew about your lack of a sex life but should have known that boys would talk just like girls did.

“Of course he did. The guy’s crazy about you.”

“What guy’s crazy about her?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Taehyung leaned over you from behind to kiss the top of your head, causing your heart to do a flip.

“Keanu Reeves, of course.” You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Haena at her swift coverup, causing her to give you a wink.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Taehyung whispered in your ear and held your hand as he pulled you out of your chair. Haena ignored Jungkook trying to get her attention as she watched you follow your boyfriend to a more secluded area.

“I’m really sorry about what I said before - it was way out of line. I’ve been a little out of sorts lately with everything going on.” He sounded vulnerable as he spoke, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart tug at his remorseful face. He had always been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve. “I just want us to be okay again. I want my girlfriend back.”

“I’m still your girlfriend,” You rolled your eyes playfully, squeezing his hand in yours. “But I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel insecure. I know I’ve been acting different for a while and it wasn’t fair to you. I guess I just haven’t been dealing with my trauma very well.”

“That’s not your fault. You don’t need to feel bad about how you grieve.” He reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, a soft expression on his face.

“I haven’t been grieving at all - that’s the problem. It’s like my emotions have been shut off.” You sighed, shutting your eyes as his hand moved to caress your cheek. “I can’t keep hiding in my room forever. I need to move on.”

When you opened your eyes again, Taehyung was watching you carefully with his mouth pressed shut. You wished you could read his mind. There was more you wanted to say but you found it hard to find the words, so you decided to let your actions speak by leaning forward and kissing him deeply.

You could tell he hadn’t expected you to make the move by the way he froze but he quickly recovered, pulling you closer with his arms settling around your waist. You pressed yourself to him as he leaned against the bookshelf. This was the most hot and heavy you had ever been in public and you could tell he was enjoying it, not wanting to part from you for even a second.

When you did eventually pull away, you felt brave enough to ask, “Will you meet me at my house later?”

You felt him tense up in shock yet again but couldn’t see his face as you were leaning on his chest. You dared to look up and see him looking at you with wide eyes.

“I thought you wanted to stay at Haena’s.”

“I changed my mind.” You shrugged, feeling giddy as his face lit up. “You’ll protect me from any bad guys, right?”

He pulled you in again, wrapping his arms around you tightly and resting his chin on the crown of your head. You had never felt safer.

“I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Taehyung has always been careful and thoughtful about how he treated you. His touches were gentle and soft; you couldn’t imagine him hurting a fly. Maybe it was just his artsy persona but you had always known him to be a deep, considerate person. He was meticulous about every detail, whether it was his art or his life. Sometimes it seemed like he truly believed life was art; a painting that was ever-changing and inspiring.

You were a masterpiece in his eyes. Something to be cherished and never tarnished. That was why he wanted to keep you safe from the evil in the world. He knew that life had already not been fair to you. But he believed it was his job to prevent any further wrongdoings from coming into your life. He wouldn’t hesitate to destroy anyone who would even try to cause you harm.

It was when you were laid out on your bed looking like an angel, Taehyung felt like he was truly going to Hell. Surely God was coming for him because he had stolen an angel and kept her all to himself. You had given yourself up to him and you didn’t know it yet but he would never let you go. How could he?

The only word to describe it was heaven. Having you in his arms like this, touching parts of you his hands had never dared to before - it was pure bliss. He wanted to stay like this forever. There was nothing out there for either of you. Everything you both needed was right here, in each other’s arms.

He had lost count of how many times he made you come undone before he had even entered you. This wasn’t his first time but it may as well have been with the way he struggled to not fall apart almost immediately. You were his weakness and at the same time you were the only thing keeping him together most of the time. He didn’t care how old you both were - you were it for him.

You had always imagined your first time would be like a dream, full of romantic candles and roses. The reality of it was much different, more natural, and yet you found it to be better than you could have ever imagined. You felt like one of Taehyung’s paintings as his lips and fingertips caressed you everywhere, molding you into one of his perfect creations. You were his muse and you had never felt so beautiful.

It was a night of passion and love; the perfect embodiment of your relationship. Whatever rocky period you had been going through before was long gone and you almost couldn’t believe you had ever wanted to delay this. This was where you needed to be. You knew you probably sounded like a naive teenager, but you didn’t want to think of anyone else in this way ever. You only wanted Taehyung.

“I’ll always love you, YN. I’ll never leave you.”

*****

The next day, you were on your way to your locker when you spied Haena waiting for you. You tried to act indifferent to Haena’s wide eyes looking you up and down as you approached her. It was as if she was trying to find some kind of visible evidence on you.

“So?” You knew she wanted to know what happened last night, but you weren’t ready to spill so soon.

“So... what?” You acted ignorant as you opened up your locker, reaching for your math textbook.

“Oh come on, I’m dying here! Spill.”

“Okay, okay.” Laughter bursted out of you, your resolve crumbling before you could even try to build it up. “We, uh... did it.”

“More details, please.” She rolled her eyes at your vagueness.

“It was really sweet. He made us a nice dinner and then we...” You cringed, not knowing how to talk about it without sounding corny. “I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Well, did it hurt? Did you come?” You nodded to both questions honestly and her eyebrows raised as she became more intrigued. “How many times?”

When she saw you counting on your fingers higher and higher, she blew a low whistle. “God damn. Good for you, girl.”

“I feel like he set the bar pretty high. Is it always like this or is he just really talented?”

“Well, it depends. Jungkook is usually pretty good but sometimes he’s too drunk or lazy and then I end up doing most of the work myself.”

You pursed your lips in thought, “Doesn’t he go down on you before?”

Her eyes widened as she opened her mouth in shock, “Can I borrow him?”

You smacked her on the arm as she laughed, linking arms with you as you both made your way to class.

“Oh, by the way, Jungkook’s having a party at his house later.” She mentioned nonchalantly as she popped her gum in her mouth.

“What about curfew?”

She shrugged, “I don’t think they’re being too strict about it. It’s probably safer that we’re all together anyway.”

You still looked convinced, so she added, “But if you’re really worried, we can just stay over at his place. His parents are out of town.”

“Does your dad know?” You glanced at her curiously.

“God, no,” she laughed, shaking her head. “He’s working a night shift so he’ll be busy patrolling. And I’ll just tell my mom we’re staying at yours.”

“Okay. We can go.”

“Yeah?” She looked surprised, a bright smile painting her face. It was infectious as you found yourself smiling back at her and nodding. She bumped shoulders with you, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned in, “Hmm, I like the new you. She’s fun.”

You were surprised how easy it was for you to agree to the party. Maybe last night gave you more confidence to just live a little. All you knew was the old you would have opted to stay at Haena’s for another night in and you didn’t want to be stuck in your old ways. You owed it to yourself and everyone you loved to move on.

You had foolishly fallen into a sense of false security, not necessarily forgetting about the horrors your town had been cursed with but just for once not having it in the forefront of your mind. You had felt closer to your boyfriend than ever before and now you were ready to be more adventurous. It wasn’t until later in the day did that bubble of excitement pop.

When the classroom door opened to reveal Sheriff Lee, the students around you immediately began whispering to each other conspiringly. You wondered what it could be this time around as he whispered something to the teacher before turning back to face front with a serious expression. Your teacher’s eyes landed on you as she waved her hand, “YN.”

Everyone around you hushed as you gathered your things with shaking hands, making your way to the front of the room quickly. The air out in the hallway felt different, less suffocating. It somewhat helped your rising anxiety.

One look at Sheriff Lee gave you a new perspective of this man who had practically raised you. He wasn’t that old, only early 50s, but the stress he had put under with his profession had aged him. He had tired bags under his eyes, worry lines on his forehead, and sprouting grays here and there. He had always been handsome and you could tell he would continue to age like wine. But that didn’t change how sad it made you to see him in this state.

“YN, I’m afraid I have some bad news. There was a report of a car that wrecked on the side of the road just outside of town.” He spoke slowly as he relayed the information, the consideration from him not lost on you. You were trying to process it all while still not understanding why he was telling you this. “It was your dad’s car.”

Your heart stopped as you clutched your school bag in your hand. Thoughts were going wild in your head as your breathing became erratic. You didn’t know what any of this meant.

“What, um... is he dead?” Your tongue felt disconnected like your brain was just on autopilot.

“No one has seen him yet.” He sighed, a deep frown etched across his features. “I know you said he was leaving for a work trip but have you spoken to him at all since he left?”

He was aware that your father wasn’t known for contacting you at times like these, but you understood he still had to ask. “No. The last time I saw him was the night before he left.”

He nodded as if he expected that, giving you a small smile. “Well, we’ll keep looking. In the meantime, I want you to stay out of your house in case there are any clues to where he could have gone. And it’s probably safer that you’re not alone right now.”

“Okay.”

It seemed like he wanted to say more but clearly was out of his depth when it came to comforting someone. It wasn’t like he could make any promises about finding your dad because the truth was he was most likely gone. You had dealt with enough loss that you knew this feeling well. You gave him a matching small smile, albeit weak but you hoped it would appear encouraging.

“Thank you, Sheriff Lee.”

*****

School ended early that day, mostly due to the fact that half the staff had called out in fear of receiving the same fate as Principal Choi. It was strange that they even had anyone come in at all but you figured the police had already suspected the killer was at the school, thus being their best bet at finding them. Everyone was on edge as if Ghostface was still lurking in its shadows. Which technically, he probably was.

You had already started to go through in your mind which students in your school could have done it. There were a few stronger girls in your class who could have had the physical power to do it, but they were all too nice or non confrontational. There were plenty of bully-like guys that could fit the description, but you had a hard time truly seeing any of your classmates being involved in such gruesome scenes. It’s just that all the victims had one thing in common: the high school. It only made sense that all suspicion would be pointed here.

Eventually, you gave up trying to figure it out because you were only going in circles in your head. The police would figure it out. Tonight was supposed to be fun and you were sure the killer wouldn’t be brave enough to attack a whole group of teenagers. There was strength in numbers and you felt safer this way.

As you and Haena made your way up the driveway, music could be heard blasting from inside. You weren’t even that late but it seems the party was already in full swing. There were a dozen football players and cheerleaders lounging in the main room when you walked in, most of them unknown to you. Haena greeted a few people in the hallway and you followed her into the kitchen as she searched for some refreshments.

“It’s about time you guys showed up,” Jungkook yelled from where he was standing by the snack table.

“I see you guys couldn’t wait to get started,” Haena eyed where Hobi was pouring beer down a funnel into Jin’s mouth.

“Well no one told you guys to arrive fashionably late,” Hobi replied, high-fiving Jin before switching places with him. Haena rolled her eyes, moving on to talk to Jungkook on the other side of the room.

“Hey, have you guys seen Taehyung?” You asked, leaning against the countertop island.

“He was in here earlier. I think he said something about going outside for a smoke,” Jin informed, not taking his eyes off where he was pouring.

You briefly wondered how you had missed him if you had just come from the outside but shrugged it off. He had to be around here somewhere. You ventured out into the main room and plopped down on the couch. The music had been turned down a bit as they were going back and forth trying to decide what movie to watch. For some reason, the genre they had settled on was horror which was in poor taste in your opinion. At least it was entertaining to hear them argue about who usually survives in a horror movie.

A hand on your shoulder startled you, looking up to see Hobi standing there with the telephone. “Phone for you.”

You held in your confusion as you got up to take the call in a quieter area. “Hello?”

“YN, it’s Namjoon.” Of all people who could be calling you, he was probably the last one you would suspect. “Are you guys okay?”

“Yes, why wouldn’t we be?”

“I’m guessing you haven’t heard yet.” He sighed and your heart thudded in your chest, unable to speak as you willed him to continue. “Sheriff Lee’s dead. They found him strung up on one of the field goals in the football field.”

You almost dropped the phone, a stuttered gasp being the only sound you could make for a moment.

“Oh god,” you finally spoke, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Is Haena with you?” He asked quickly, trying to distract you.

“Yes.” Swallowing, you covered your other ear as the voices in the main room started getting louder. How were you supposed to tell everyone? You were surprised you were even still standing.

“Stay with her. If I were you, I wouldn’t leave that house. ”

You were still so in shock from the news about your Haena’s father that it suddenly dawned on you that he had figured out where you were without you ever telling him.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Someone reported a large gathering of students at the Jeon house on the scanner. I had a feeling you would be there.” His answer was a shock to you, not expecting anyone to know about the party as it was out on the edge of town.

“O-okay, I better go warn everyone...”

“YN?” You held in your breath as you waited for him to continue, unease crawling into your system at his pause. “Be careful.”

For him to sound so concerned for you only heightened your paranoia, quickly walking back into the main room where everyone was. Jungkook was sprawled out on the couch now along with Jin and Hobi, throwing his head back at something the latter had said. You shakily placed the phone back on the stand.

“Jungkook, I need to talk to you.” You were surprised your voice was so steady, his big eyes meeting yours as he took in your expression.

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” He joked, standing up to meet you behind the couch.

“Kim Namjoon just called me,” You felt your stomach flip as you held the back of the couch for support. “Sheriff Lee was murdered.”

You had tried to be discreet about it but your shock must have garnered enough attention, gasps sounding around the room as they all picked up on what you had revealed.

“Holy shit, I’m getting out of here.”

There was a chorus of responses as people started to make themselves scarce, clearly not in the mood for a party anymore. The only ones that stayed were Hobi and Jin, either not concerned enough about the killer or not brave enough to leave the house. You weren’t sure which group you belonged to but you knew you had to find Haena. You looked up at Jungkook, who was staring at the carpet with a serious expression on his face and biting his lip.

“Where’s Haena?” It was like he almost didn’t hear you until you shook his shoulder. “Jungkook?”

“Um, she went to get more beer-” He blinked a few times, waving his arm behind him. “Garage.”

You walked quickly around the house, trying to find the correct door to the garage. When you finally did, it was pitch black save for some light coming in from the opened garage door. You almost turned back as it was clear there was no one in here before something made you stop. There was no noise, no movement but you felt like something was in here.

Your hand sought out the light, switching it on and blinking as it flicked a few times before brightening up the room. Your gaze flitted around, almost giving up before you saw something dark and red that made you flinch backwards.

There was a piercing scream and you felt the ground beneath you move, your ass hitting the wooden step hard. It wasn’t long before thundering steps came behind you, stopping as they hit your back. Your ears, seemingly filled with water with how muted everything seemed, caught a few more gasps and screams. Hands gripped you under your armpits, pulling you up over the steps and back into the hallway.

After that, everything was a blur of commotion. You were vaguely aware of people yelling around you but it wasn’t until Hobi crouched down, waving his hand in front of your face that you felt alert again.

“I think she’s in shock,” He relayed to the others.

“YN?” Taehyung’s voice sounded from the other end of the hallway, his expression bewildered as he approached quickly. “I heard screaming.”

“Jesus, where have you been Tae?” Jin asked.

“Having a smoke,” Hobi moved out of the way so Taehyung could kneel before you, bringing his hands to your cheeks and analyzing your face closely. “What happened? Are you okay?”

“Haena...”

“Go find Jungkook,” Tae instructed the older two.

Hobi groaned, “Why do we have to keep splitting up? This is what the killer wants!”

Jin smacked him behind his head, angling his head towards your shell shocked figure. “Shut up, would you?”

The two of them walked off, bickering quietly as they went. Taehyung sat with you silently as you stayed in the same position, wiping away any tears that escaped. You stared at the floor as your mind raced with a million thoughts, not a single one sticking long enough for you to linger on.

How could this happen so fast? You had just seen Haena in the kitchen talking to Jungkook. Everything was fine. You couldn’t have been gone from her for more than thirty minutes and yet so much had changed. It didn’t make any sense.

First Sheriff Lee, now Haena. The killer was getting closer. No, the killer was already here. It couldn’t have been Jungkook, Hobi, or Jin. They had all been with you.

But...

“Taehyung?” He looked up at you, surprised to hear your voice finally. He leaned in, reaching a hand out to brush your hair back but you shied away. He reared back in shock, his expression confused as he met your suspicious one.

“What?”

“You were... smoking? For thirty minutes?” Your voice was unsure as you questioned him, sounding stuffed up from all the crying.

“Yes, wh-” The sound of screaming from outside interrupted him. You shot up from your spot, running towards the front door where it came from. “Wait, YN! Don’t!”

You ignored him as you threw open the door; you needed to stop any more evil from happening. You had already lost so much in your life. Enough was enough.

The sight of Hobi’s bloody body laying on the front steps had you freezing in your tracks, feeling Taehyung’s chest collide with your back a moment later. The two of you stared in shock before you became aware of the violent tussle happening further out in the yard. It was hard to make it out but it looked like Jungkook and Jin were fighting. What the hell had happened? You were guessing this was Jungkook’s fight-or-flight response to finding out about Haena.

“Stay right here,” Taehyung spoke softly to you as he brushed past you, walking around Hobi’s battered body and approaching the two other boys with a calmness you didn’t quite understand.

The further he went out, the harder it was to make out who was who especially as they moved between bushes and trees. You felt anxious and stupid as you just stood there, your feet itching to move out and help them but not knowing if it was a smart idea.

“YN,” A voice coughed out from below you, a gasp escaping as you fell to your knees where Hobi was laying. You had been so distracted by the fight that you almost forgot he was there.

“What happened?” You asked urgently, grabbing one of his hands and squeezing.

He choked a bit, blood spraying out onto his lips and neck. “Don’t trust them.” He gave your hand one last squeeze, meeting your eyes as if to make the message stronger. You watched in concern as he closed his eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly. He was still alive but he wasn’t doing well. He needed medical care immediately.

“YN! Get inside now!” Your head flew up to see Taehyung underneath Jin, the two of them fighting over something shiny and sharp-looking between them as what looked like Jungkook was passed out next to them.

Your gaze flew back and forth from them to Hobi’s unconscious face, trying to figure out who to believe. You took a deep breath and ran back inside, locking the door behind you as you ran for the phone. You hit redial, hoping it would direct you to Namjoon. You never thought you could ever cry with relief at hearing his voice.

“YN? Are you okay?”

“Namjoon, tell the police the boys must have snapped or something, I don’t know. But Haena’s dead and we need help.” The words flew out of you so fast you weren’t even sure what all you said, hoping you got the message across as you huffed.

The line went silent at that, and you held your breath as you waited for a response. But there was nothing - just dead air.

“Hello? Namjoon?” You tried again, pulling the phone away before you realized the line was dead. Someone had cut the lines. “Shit.”

Just then, a sudden banging could be heard from the front door followed by desperate shouts of your name. You ran over to it, ready to unlock the door when you hesitated with your hand on the lock.

“Who’s there?”

“YN, let me in! Hurry!” The urgency in Jin’s voice made you throw open the door, gasping when you saw him covered in blood with a knife in his hand.

“Jin, what-”

“Don’t let him in, YN! He attacked me!” Jungkook suddenly appeared behind him, a deep cut on his cheek that hadn’t been there before.

You looked between Jungkook and Jin, trying to decipher who to believe but not finding any conclusive evidence. To be honest, when you saw them out in the yard before, it was hard to tell who had even started the fight. And now seeing them both with blood on them, you felt at a loss. All you knew was people were dying and someone had cut the phone lines. You didn’t know who you could trust.

“Fuck, I can’t.” You slammed the door as quickly as you could, locking it again. The banging and shouting continued.

“Help me! He’s gone crazy!”

You stood there for a few moments, palms still on the door as you willed your racing heart to calm down. Tonight had been nonstop crazy and you couldn’t remember the last time it was at a resting rate. Before you could turn around, a pair of hands landed on your shoulders and ruined any chance of your heartbeat slowing down any time soon. You shrieked as you turned around, not expecting to see Taehyung standing behind you.

“Shh, it’s just me.” He shushed you, putting his hands on your shoulders to calm you down.

“Wh- how did you get in here?” You hadn’t seen him outside just now.

“I came in through the back. Are you okay?” He checked over your body, fingers brushing over the visible skin on your face and arms.

“I’m fine but Tae, where have you been all night?” Your exasperated tone caught him off guard, a somber look coating his features as he regarded you. “I’m getting really freaked out.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to run off like that. I’ve just been trying to protect you.” His words didn’t make any sense but you weren’t thinking clearly enough to dissect what he meant.

The banging grew louder and Taehyung moved to open it. The roles were reversed this time as you shook your head at him, silently urging him not to let anyone in. Your fingers gripped the sleeve of his sweater anxiously. He turned to look at you, his hand coming up to cover yours on his arm.

“It’s okay. You can trust me.” He nodded at you with a small smile, and you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The door swung open to reveal Jungkook standing there looking out of breath, but his face lit up when he saw you standing there with Taehyung. A grin broke out across his face, “The gang’s all here!”

You could only watch in confusion as Jungkook stepped in in the same move that Taehyung backed you up with him. Jungkook shut the door behind him looking gleeful as ever. You looked at Taehyung who had a serious look on his face but you recognized a glint of something in his eye, almost like he had just won a bet or something.

“What’s going on?” You asked, stepping back cautiously from them. The energy had changed drastically and you didn’t like it one bit.

Taehyung eyed you like you were a scared animal, holding his hands out as if to placate you. His gaze was locked on yours and you almost felt like he could read your thoughts, anticipating your next move before you could even do it.

“Surprise, YN.” Jungkook smirked at you, looking far too elated right now to have just lost his girlfriend.

Your eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them before you spun around, racing toward the kitchen to find something you could defend yourself with. Although you had no proof, you knew it was them. Taehyung and Jungkook were the killers. You didn’t have time to feel heartbroken and betrayed. Your only thought right now was survival.

Before you could get far, arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you back towards a firm chest. You eyed the knife block longingly - so close. Taehyung held you tightly to his front, turning the two of you around so you were backed up against the counter. Jungkook leered from across the room looking like a dangerous predator.

“Why are you doing this?” You cried, hot tears streaming down your face.

“I already told you. I’m protecting you.” Taehyung explained as if it was the most obvious thing.

“By killing all my family and friends? You’re fucking crazy!” Your voice grew louder, unable to feel shy about getting angry despite being caught in a murderer’s arms.

Taehyung was a murder. Your soft, loving, artsy boyfriend was a cold-blooded killer. This was a nightmare; this couldn’t be real.

“Yes, I am crazy, but only for you. I would do anything for you, YN.”

“You’ll never get away with this.”

Jungkook chuckled, “Tell that to Min Yoongi. You wouldn’t believe how easy he was to frame.”

“What did you have against my brother?” There was a lot to unpack here but this was the question you had been wondering for a whole year.

“Your brother wasn’t the picture perfect star quarterback everyone believed him to be. He had a bad habit of date raping girls from other schools, including my cousin.” Taehyung answered for you, the lack of eye contact with him making him hard to read if what he was saying was true.

“You’re lying,” You hissed, trying desperately to break out of his arms.

“Why are you defending him? He was never nice to you.” Jungkook reminded you, his eyes calculating and cold. “Face it, YN. Your brother was a bad apple who got what was coming to him.”

“What do you have to gain from this?”

“Well, naturally, I wanted his spot on the team.” He grinned at you, flashing a perfect set of teeth. “It wasn’t hard for Taehyung to convince me once I realized what a piece of shit he was.”

“And Haena?” You glared at Jungkook. “How could you kill your own girlfriend?”

“I can’t take credit for that,” He nodded towards Taehyung behind you and you felt your body go still. “You saw me. I was here the whole night.”

“Wrong place, wrong time.” Taehyung added, leaning his head on the space between your shoulder and your neck. “But I won’t lie. I hated sharing her with you all the time.”

“You’re okay with him murdering your girlfriend?”

“I liked Haena but she didn’t get me. She didn’t get you either.” Jungkook approached the two of you slowly, dark gaze zeroed in on your anguished expression. He reached out to caress your face, causing you to tense up as Taehyung straightened behind you. “You’re too good for her.”

“Jungkook.” Taehyung’s voice was rough as he motioned with his head towards another part of the kitchen. The two shared some sort of unspoken communication as something dawned on the other boy.

“Oh yeah! We got a surprise for you, YN.” Jungkook’s voice grew louder and more excited as he walked towards the hallway closet door. “You’re gonna love this. It’s a scream, baby.”

It didn’t take him long to retrieve what he was looking for, your eyes almost bulging out of your head as you saw who it was. “Dad!” He was tied up with tape around his mouth and a nasty cut on his forehead.

“See, YN? We got it all figured out, don’t worry.” Jungkook began, pulling the knife from his pants and stuffing it in your dad’s belt. “The cops are already onto him and now the evidence is all over him. Just one more thing to do.”

Leaving you no time to react, Jungkook pulled a gun from behind his pants and aimed it right at your father’s head, shooting him dead. You couldn’t help the scream that tore out of your lungs. You felt cold all over, like your body had disconnected from your brain. Vaguely, you registered Taehyung’s arms holding you steady as your knees buckled.

“He deserved it, YN.” Taehyung spoke so plainly about the murder of your father like it was just a harmless prank he had pulled, “He didn’t appreciate what he had. Deep down, we all know he blamed you for being the one that survived. He never loved you the way a father should.”

The harsh reality of his words hurt. It was like he was looking into your soul, into your deepest darkest feelings that you had tried to keep down for so long.

“We did you a favor.” Jungkook added, his dark stare penetrating you where you stood behind the kitchen island. “And he makes the perfect suspect, triggered by your brothers’ death anniversary, then goes on a killing spree and finally kills himself with the sheriff’s gun. It’s like it was meant to be.”

These two were insane, no doubt about it. They had seen too many scary movies and now they felt like they were invincible. You could practically feel the adrenaline running through Taehyung’s veins.

“And now what? I’m next?”

“Of course not,” Taehyung laughed, switching you around so that he cornered you into the kitchen counter. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, ignoring your deep cringe. “This has all been for you, baby.”

“Now, we finish what we started.”

Faster than you could blink, Taehyung swung at Jungkook, causing him to keel over. Red started pooling through the side of his shirt as he coughed into his hand, staining it with blood. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Tae, what the fuck?” Jungkook grunted, holding his side as he looked up at Taehyung in shock.

“I changed my mind. I don’t need a sidekick anymore.” Taehyung sneered, a venomous look on his face. “Thanks for all the help, buddy.”

Jungkook fell to the kitchen floor and Taehyung moved on top of him, stabbing him a few more times for good measure. In his bloodlust frenzy, he failed to notice that he had turned his back on you. Not only that, but the gun in Jungkook’s hand was now within reach of you.

You wasted no time in falling to your knees to grab it, quickly standing up and aiming it at the back of his head. Taehyung froze, still not facing you but somehow already figuring out his mistake. It was a foolish move on his part but he wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

“Don’t move.” You spoke clearly, trying to keep your hand steady.

He didn’t listen to you though, moving slowly and carefully as he got off of Jungkook. He turned around with his hands raised, eyes wide as he stared at you. “YN, don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

“I said don’t move!” You yelled, your fingers trembling. You had never even held a gun before and now here you were aiming it at the love of your life.

“I know you don’t understand right now but you have to know: I did it all for you. So that we could be closer. I never meant to hurt you.” The sight of him inching further set you off, giving you the motivation you needed to pull the trigger.

“Goodbye, Taehyung.” You closed your eyes, not wanting to see the image of the light draining from his eyes.

It was over.

*****

Months later, you were relieved to find that life had seemed to calm down after that horrible night full of evil and bloodshed. You had suffered and lost so many people you loved. Much like a year before, only this time you felt somewhat hopeful for the future. Death couldn’t follow you around anymore like a bad curse; the evil was dead and gone from your life. It was the only thing keeping you going.

That and having a positive influence in your life, like for example Namjoon. He was the first to find you there at the Jeon house after getting your phone call but never receiving your message due to the phones being tampered with. You were lying on the kitchen floor, covered in blood and still in shock over everything. He had been so helpful, urging you to call 911 on his cell phone while he checked to see if Hobi and Jin were still somehow alive - which by some miracle, they were. They had sustained serious injuries and were lucky to be alive, each spending quite some time in the hospital and then physical therapy after that. You visited them almost every day.

It had been hard, dealing with the survivor’s guilt. Losing your entire family, best friend, and boyfriend (even though he had been the cause of it all) had done some serious damage to your mental health. And despite all the therapy you had been receiving and would continue to receive, you knew it would never completely be healed. But that was okay. In your mind, you deserved some kind of scar from the whole ordeal since you hadn’t suffered any physical injuries. Several of your friends were dead or badly hurt - you could deal with it if not for yourself, then for them.

The best part about it was being able to exonerate Yoongi. To finally be able to see some emotion from him on the day the judge ruled him not guilty had been life changing. Yoongi had always been such a calm guy and never blamed you for the year of his life wasted behind bars. You wanted desperately to make it up for him but didn’t know how you possibly could. Namjoon assured you that you had done enough but the guilt never seemed to go away.

Namjoon and you had started to develop more of a friendly relationship, something you had never expected to come out of this. But after all the conflict was gone, it was much easier to see each other’s point of view. And the truth was, he had always been right.

“Got any plans this weekend?” Namjoon asked as he poured some sugar into his coffee before taking a sip.

“Not sure,” you began, taking a breath as you thought it over. “I got invited to an end-of-year party but I’m not sure if I should go. Feels too soon.”

“Oh, you should definitely go. It’s not as soon as you think.” He responded encouragingly, sounding like a big brother.

“I just don’t see what there’s to celebrate about.” You shrugged, meeting his gaze.

“There’s plenty to celebrate! How about surviving a tragic murder spree, exonerating an innocent man, finishing up a school year?” You didn’t look convinced, so he tried again, “Come on, I think it would be good for you to get out. You shouldn’t stay in that big house by yourself all the time.”

“You sound like my therapist.” You rolled your eyes at him, stirring the tea in your cup mindlessly.

“Well, you sound like a petulant child.” He chuckled.

You opened your mouth to retort, eyes flying up to look at him when something in the distance caught your eye. Your body felt cold, frozen up as you stared at the familiar figure. Dark black mop of hair covered his face, baggy sweater and jeans on his frame. You blinked a few times but he didn’t move at all. It didn’t make any sense.

“YN? What is it?” Namjoon waved a hand in your face, distracting you from whatever it was you just saw.

“Huh?” You asked, blinking at Namjoon before glancing back at where he stood before. Only now, there was nobody in sight. You cleared your throat as your gaze fell back on the man before you, “Uh, nothing.”

“You looked like you saw a ghost.” He laughed, eyebrows furrowing at you in a concerned manner.

“Yeah, right.” You shook your head. There was no such thing.

I’ll always love you, YN. I’ll never leave you.

*****

A/N: i'm baaaack! ngl i'm proud of myself for getting this one done bc it was a whopper. i really hoped you liked it! scream is one of my fave scary movies so i've always wanted to make an AU for it. ty for reading and pls lmk what you think!!

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dehydration-stati0n · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if you would do a one shot of Yandere Zoro & Sanji obsessed over the same person. Maybe a marine taking the reader causing them to form a truce and leading them to sharing them.

Truce{Yandere!Zoro x Reader x Yandere!Sanji}

Rules Word Count: 1.2k Spoilers: None TW: Yandere themes, slightly sexual?

“We both feel the same way, don’t we? If we work together we can keep (Y/N) on a tighter leash."

“Shut it,” Zoro snapped, “I’m not working with you. They're going to be mine.”

“Think about it you brute, if we stop trying to kill one another we could go so much farther. No one would be able to hurt (Y/N) if we’re both there to stop them.”

Zoro only huffed, glaring at the blond before begrudgingly agreeing to form the truce.

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You kicked and let out muffled screams at the hands that restrained you. Tears pricked your eyes as you thought back to how badly you had messed up. A big miscalculation on your part, and now you were stuck as a hostage to lure the Strawhats out into the open. You felt terrible. How did everything manage to go this poorly?

It wasn't long before you were thrown in a cage with a group of marines looming over your crumpled form from the other side of the bars with mocking stares. A mirage of harsh looks and ridiculing smiles.

You shut your eyes tightly as they neared closer and closer to the cell door, no doubt coming to torture information out of you. You flinched back in surprise when one of the marines got kicked right into the damp stone wall that enclosed the prison. The rest of them quickly fell into a pile of corpses, as their blood washed over the dirty grounds of the jail.

"Are you hurt?" Sanji asked, his worried gaze scanning over you as he kicked the metal door inward to reach you're shivering form.

"N-No no, I'm fine," You responded, trying your best to sound reassuring, "Thanks for coming."

"Be careful next time." Zoro scolded as he crossed his arms and possessively glared down at you.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” You muttered out breathlessly, “I pr-promise I will, thank you, guys.” You were finding it hard to keep your voice even as you stood, leaning on the wall for support, before starting to make your way out, expecting the other two to follow behind.

"Ah, ah, ah," Sanji stuck his hand out to stop you, "Where are you going?"

"I thought we were leaving?" Your words came out as a question since you didn't know what else they had in mind. Everyone was taken care of right? Shouldn't we be fine to go?

"There's no way you could walk on your own," Zoro spoke, "Let me carry you back to the ship."

"What! No, I was going to ask them first!" The blond turned to him angrily before facing you once again, his tone and body language shifting drastically. "Allow me to carry you, my dear, I'll surely be more careful than him." He said, glaring pointedly at the swordsman.

"I-It's fine. I'm a little shaky, but I can still walk on my own."

They both gazed at you in a deafeningly long and slightly awkward silence, before Sanji spoke up, "Of course, lead the way, my love."

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Things had been different ever since the incident with the Marines. It had suddenly been very rare for you to find yourself in a fight with anyone at all. Sanji and Zoro even seemed to start getting along a little better now, they still argued, but you couldn’t help but notice how often they hung around each other- you couldn’t help but notice how often they seemed to hang around you.

"What's wrong?" Zoro's low voice questioned bluntly as his heavy steps approached where you stood peering off the rail of the deck.

You were hoping you wouldn't run into him this morning, it'd been getting harder and harder to find a moment alone. Just a second away from their overprotective grasp.

You waved a hand dismissively, "Nothing, just thinking."

"You seem eh- stressed, darling, are you sure you're ok?" Sanji asked, suddenly appearing beside you.

One time. Who knew getting caught by the Marines once would cause such a reaction out of your two crewmates? You loved them both to death, but you were quickly getting sick of their constant presence within your days. You didn't even see Luffy as much as you saw these two.

"You know you can tell us anything." The cook spoke up again, tipping your head up gently to face him. You briskly threw your hands out in front of you, startled by his sudden closeness you attempted to put some distance between you and the blond, although, you had pushed yourself right into Zoro, who was quick to grip your shoulders roughly from behind, his chest just barely touching your back.

"Uh- Sure, sure!" You responded, uncertain of what to do in a situation such as the one you had found yourself in. "You guys know I'd tell you if something was bothering me."

You felt their eyes burn into you as you held your breath. You finally felt Zoro nod after a moment as they left you be again, seemingly accepting your answer. You waited till they were gone before exhaling in relief. Something was off to you, those weren't the crewmates you remembered.

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Things slowly seemed to start getting better, you were finally finding time by yourself, away from the controlling reach of the other two. It was refreshing, although, new problems started to arise. Things of yours had started going missing. It was only ever little things- things you didn't really need like pens and other junk you had scattered around your room. It was small, but it was enough to get you to notice.

"Hey, Zoro?" You called out as you entered the Crow's Nest of the Sunny. "Have you seen anyone else awake at night when you are?"

The greenette gave you a confused look, "Just me, why? Something the matter?"

You shook your head in response, "No, it's nothing. Thanks anyway!" Maybe you were the one to have lost them? No, that couldn't be, you felt certain you had placed them there, didn't you? You continued to think it over, retracing your steps in your mind as you made your way down the ladder and back onto the dock.

"You need to stop taking so much, they're catching on," Zoro spoke harshly at the blond who stumbled out of where he was hiding with your panties still dangling in his hands.

"What I'm doing is nothing compared to what you do!" Sanji retorted, "If you keep slaughtering people while they're right around the corner shopping, they might find us out! An angel, such as (Y/N), shouldn't have to be witness to such horrors!"

The two continued to argue as you wandered back to your room, blissfully unaware of what that funny little feeling in your gut truly was. It was better this way- at least that's what your two crewmates thought. They would hate it if you had to find out about their little obsession, it would only complicate things further. No, this was fine, they just needed to keep you here- to keep you docile, and then everything would go the way they wanted.

#yandere one piece #yandere oneshot #yandere sanji #yandere zoro #yandere fanfiction #yandere fanfic #yandere!zoro #yandere!sanji #yandere zoro x reader #yandere sanji x reader #yandere!zoro x reader #yandere!sanji x reader #yandere!zoro x reader x yandere!sanji #yandere!sanji x reader x yandere!zoro #tw: yandere #tw: yancore #tw: yandere themes

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cherry-writes-yanderes · 1 year

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COD: MW2 Yandere Headcanons (Ghost, Soap & Price)

A/N: so down bad, y’all- (also i was inspired by @yeyinde , especially for the Price stuff bc hhh- anyway ily and your writing is phenomenal <3)

as always: like & reblog if you enjoy my work~

cw: gender neutral reader, spoiler free, drugging, stalking/night stalking, Ghost goes on a panty raid (but it’s just your toothbrush), jealousy, kidnapping, abuse of power, murder, blackmail, manipulation, noncon touching (non-sexual), Price’s part gets a lil steamy bc i am feral but that’s what we want amirite babes? ;3 (nothing nsfw tho so it’s okay <3)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

The Stalker

The yandere you never see coming. Ever.

Of course you never see him coming, he knows you too well to let you see him

He’s a hardcore watcher when it comes to obsession, choosing to protect you from afar

For now.

He’ll look up from whatever he’s doing to watch you from across the room, barely able to hear your voice but enough to see your form

The famous Ghost isn’t proud to admit it but... he has come into your room before...

While you were sleeping...

Did you know you mumble a bit? He finds it cute~

The touch-starved man will kneel at the edge of your bed, rubbing your lips with his calloused fingers almost as a subliminal plea for you to fall as deeply for him as he has for you

He’s taken things from your room before as well

Nothing too crazy, though! A shirt that he knew for sure you wouldn’t miss, a bracelet, your toothbrush

Anyways-

When you engage in a conversation with him, he is over the fucking moon istg

He acts all serious and stoic on the outside, but on the inside his heart is beating so fast that he feels like it’ll burst out of his chest like a wrecking ball

These interactions don’t happen often, but they do fan the flame immensely, to the point where he decides to take action

Indeed, the yandere you never see coming... until he gives you some tea

A gruff “drink” command tumbles off of his tongue

He’s staring you down as you bring the cup to your lips, innocently sipping away

He adores how much you trust him

Soon enough, you’re falling right into his arms

Right where you always belonged.

John “Soap” MacTavish

The Killer

I feel like Soap’s not one to fall easily for people, but when he saw you for the first time he just fucking melted

He’s kind and genuine to you, although still just a bit rough around the edges

Especially when others are around when you two are talking

You notice right off the bat how tense Soap can get when others speak to you, and you chalk it up to him just being a bit overprotective; with his line of work, that wasn’t surprising

You were indeed oblivious to the fact that he was working to protect you right under your nose; and he adored that you never found out until it was too late

I strongly believe that Soap is one of the only ones to turn to murder rather quickly, opting to protect you in more ways than just with his physical form being near

Keep in mind, people are the next target even with the wrong wrist movement; a side eye to your form, or even a stare too many

The people you talk to regularly start to dwindle down gradually

Until it’s just him that you turn your face to, which he is so, so happy about!

His favorite part is looking into your pretty eyes

When you caught him cleaning up a certain mess... Your eyes got so wide!

He thought it was so cute!!!~

Soap tried to approach you, but you kept questioning the blood on his face

“Why are you askin’? It doesn’t matter, that guy was bothering you!”

You started to cry and fight, but that was okay!

He can just wrestle you down in that chair over there with some duct tape, and you can take a breather while he finishes up over here! After that, he’ll take you home, don’t worry!

Blood is very hard to clean... but his namesake is for a reason, right?

John Price

The Manipulator

This man knows what he’s doing.

Which is obviously good for him, but absolutely not for you

It starts small at first

He calls you close to speak with him on trivial matters, ones that don’t mean much by the end of the day

This is mostly just to observe you, to watch what makes you tick and fidget

What makes your cheeks heat up...

Soon enough, those same things are playing against you

Within a week, he’s got you sitting on his desk, his warm hand gripping your thigh and his tongue deep down your throat when you’re supposed to be on duty somewhere else

You try to convince him that this is wrong; that you’re here to do your job, and this relationship was most likely against the rules

He’ll only chuckle lowly at your antics, knowing full well that you’ll always come back to him

He’ll brush your side during meetings with the group, just to see you get flustered in front of everyone

He finds you just so adorable, he can hardly stand it~

And when you decide to stop coming to see him, obviously he needed to take action

After a week of you doing your best to avoid Price, he calls you in and says it’s “urgent matters”

You rush into his office, thinking that it was a comrade’s fall or a family member on the phone for you

But no.

Price is sitting in his chair, heavy boots on the desk and a thick cigar in his hand

Your confused look is met with a deep, gravelly laugh and a short and sweet explanation

It seems that - since you decided not to listen to your superior’s orders - you were to be discharged immediately under the discretion of Price himself

Before you could even get a word in, the taller man pushes you into his desk and traps you physically as well as mentally

“What now, love? Hm...?” He asks softly, his lips brushing softly against your throat

You didn’t want to leave, this place and the people here felt like home!!

It didn’t take long for you to be begging Price for forgiveness

And, as a gracious Captain would, he grants you mercy...

Under his rules, of course~

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roxanaagriche111 · 10 months

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Title: Bewitched (Yandere twst x witch! F! Married! reader)

Rated: 18+!

Type of fanfic: dark, yandere, forced romance, NSFW (maybe)

Age groups: 18+

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Story summary:

Who knew a simple witch could capture the hearts of not one, not two, but several powerful men in the world of Twisted Wonderland? Some are from a prestigious family, some are royalty and others nobility, and some who has a small name to them from a family business.

Meet (Y/n), a powerful witch whose heart is one of a noble lady. Strong, beautiful, and kind to anyone who has been deprived of love. Doing what she thinks is right, yet fails to realize that her carelessness will trap her in an iron cage by her actions. Only then will she learn that she should’ve never helped these people in their childhood. Trapped within their sickening grasp as not only them but also their helping hands also began to fall for her.

Will she be able to escape from these men or will she be unable to?

MASTERLIST

YOUR CHARACTER BIO

PROLOGUE COMING SOON

CHAPTER 1 COMING SOON

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #reader insert #crewel’s wife twst #dark romance #yandere fanfic #witch reader

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holydayaria · 1 year

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Repreive

Floch Forster x Reader

Synopsis: Floch offers you a way out.

Warnings: yandere content (not written with that in mind but like... yeah its basically that), abuse of power, unbalanced power dynamics, gunplay, implied baby trapping, fem reader.

1023 words, not proofread

You gag against the cool metal of the gun barrel, the tears that pricked your eyes previously now falling freely onto your face. Floch looks down at you with an expression that reads as dismissive. You know him better though, you can tell from how he's leering at you what he's really thinking. If you eyes dare to look lower you'd see his hard on.

Your pathetic mewling bounces off the walls of the prison cell, reverberating in Floch's ears. It brings a terrible grin to his face, his other hand making small carressing movements on your head, so subtle you might not have noticed if you weren't hyperfocused on them. Anything to serve as a distraction from the metal forced into your mouth, anything that can be interpreted as a form of comfort.

The debris and gravel on the concrete floor digs into your knees, sure to leave indentations. The metal handcuffs dig into your wrists, scraping your skin and breaking it from where you fruitlessly struggled against them. Light shines through a small, barred window at the top of the wall in the cell, providing minimal illumination in tandem with a lit oil lamp in the corner. The light shines onto Floch's eyes, making them appear more golden than hazel. Those horrid eyes, lapping up your distress.

The barrel of his pistol isn't particularly thick, though uncomfortable regardless. It's foul tasting and had some splatters of blood you were forced to clean off with your mouth, from when Floch pistol-whipped a man half to death. Floch's grip on your hair tightens as he turns the pistol in your throat, bringing it to the inner of your cheek to drag your mouth open. His face turns to one of pride upon seeing the saliva and drool building up in your mouth, the snot running down your nose and your swollen cheeks from your muffled sobbing. You sure were a sorry sight.

He pulls the gun from your mouth, allowing you some relief. You gag a bit more, hoping he'll un-cuff your hands next. It was humiliating enough to be forced onto your knees, hands behind your back in front of this man; who was clearly enjoying his power trip. Being forced to give a blowjob to his pistol was somehow more terrifying than what you thought he'd had in mind, the way his finger stayed on the trigger continuously. Floch produces a handkerchief from a pocket in his military coat, wiping his gun off. You stare up at him expectantly, hoping the worst of it was over, that he would release you or at least take you back to your sad excuse of a room.

"You don't have to live like this, you know." He suddenly speaks up, his soft voice uncharacteristic for his cruel actions. You can hardly respond, not wanting to look at him anymore. He isn't having it though, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and pressing his now cleaned off gun to your temple. Once Floch is sure he has your attention, he loosens his grip and removes the pistol from your forehead. Instead the barrel pokes into your cheek at an awkward angle. You have no clue if it's loaded or not, and you pray it isn't. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. Your eyes are tired and you're on the cusp of giving up, and Floch can see it.

"I wouldn't have to do this to you if you would behave," Floch says, and his words stir the anger brewing in your gut. 'Behave'? This guy was a joke. "Do you think I enjoy hurting you, hm?" Floch says with a twinge faux hurt. You don't reply, so Floch continues. He removes his gun from you, adjusting it back on it's holster beneath his coat. He releases your hair, crouching in front of you to be at eye level.

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to submit than live like this, I wouldn't have to hurt you if you did." He offers, trying to hold back on making a perverted comment. Floch is sure if he plays this right, he could have you semi-willing in his arms tonight, but maybe that's just his ego talking. Truth be told, he admires your stubbornness and attempts to reject his every offer, but how much longer can you keep that charade up?

Floch leans forward, his forehead close to touching yours now. His voice is hardly above a whisper as he scoots even closer. "I could be good to you, you won't have to suffer anymore." Floch's gaze is soft, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from him. You don't like what you're hearing, somehow that sounds even worse than your current treatment. You knew he had a thing for exerting his power over those he saw as beneath him, but you hadn't thought his fixation on you had an underlying nature to it.

Floch places one of his hands over where your womb would be, leaning in even further and whispering in your ear. "I could make you happy." The implication of his words makes your heart tighten with fear and anger. Even worse, he says it with all the sincerity in the world. He considers briefly how much more he can push you, possibly right in his arms, though the possibility of him pushing you in the wrong direction is still there. He doesn't have you right where he wants you, not yet.

Floch takes a deep inhale, making sure to get a whiff of your hair. He wonders if he can "encourage" you to let him watch while you take your next bath. You jerk away when he does, and Floch only forces you closer, continuing to sniff your hair. After what was entirely too long, he stands up, looking down on you. "Well, I'll give you some time to think about it, hmm?" You meet his gaze, a disgusted defiance in your eyes. He could just laugh at the sight of you.

He wonders' if you'll have that same expression after a week down here by yourself.

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dumpster-dive-reading · 1 year

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Yandere Harley Quinn x Nurse/Medical Assistant Reader

So I've read quite a few of these Yandere x Reader fics, and I decided to try writing one of my own after getting inspired by this post from @anxiousnerdwritings

Go check out their blog, they have more experience writing this kind of thing than I do, and their work is super good.

(Fair warning that I am quite new to the DC universe and writing x reader fics, so this may not be perfect)

Warnings: This is a yandere romance, so obsessive behaviors, mild violence, possessive stuff, some mild sleep touching. Not anything too intense.

Four years of studying criminal psychology, hours upon hours of going through disturbing case studies, reading transcripts of Joker’s interview tapes- nothing could have prepared you for this. Perhaps for the average underpaid intern, working at Arkham was draining, tedious, depressing work- working just a few feet away from the most dangerous criminals in Gotham was surprisingly dull. But you weren’t average- no, you had hope for these criminals- and that certainly caught her attention.

Harley could remember the first time she laid eyes on you. She had heard that there’d be some new folks coming into Arkham. The inmates began to make bets on how quickly the first ones would leave. She wasn’t all that interested, she’d seen far too many people come and go. It was always the same excuses: “these criminals are just far too scary” or “someone stabbed me, I really don’t want to come into work tomorrow”. They’d hire anyone in Arkham these days. These nurses couldn’t even take a tiny little death threat or twelve, they were so weak and scared. And threatening them was doing them a favor- if they couldn’t handle the little tiny knife she brought in, then what about the big tough guys like Riddler or Killer Croc? Or some really terrifying folks like Calendar man?

Thus, she didn’t expect to have any interest in the “fresh meat” at Arkham. Then again, nothing tends to go the way that Harley expects- she learned that lesson after being tossed into the chemical vats, and after kidnapping Batman, and after trying to win over that good-for-nothing Joker for years and years and years.

You walked into the room with Harley’s medicine. An assortment of pills in a neatly labeled paper cup, a bit of water alongside it. Your task was to get Harley to take her medicine- a task that meant you had half the patients the other nurses did. Harley was known for being a bit difficult with her medication, according to the charts. It was certainly a nice way of putting “threatened to feed a nurse to her hyenas”. Thus you had extras of her medications, and were told to get one of the guards to administer a sedative if she refused to take the medicine willingly. After a few tries being polite, most nurses would opt to either have Harley sedated or restrained while working with her. It was the first time in a while that she hadn’t been strapped up for med time.

At first, she simply watched you when you entered the room. She let her opponent make the first move, as a bit of a courtesy.

“Miss Quinzel” you said “I have your medication here for you to take”

“It’s Doctor, actually. If you’re playing the polite game, you should use the right titles” Harley responded.

“I do believe your record states your medical license has been suspended due to your… condition” you reply.

“Yes, yes, of course, but I didn’t spend all that time studying for nothing. I earned that doctor in front of my name, so you’d better use it.”

“Of course, Dr.Quinzel. I have your medication here for you”.

“And why should I take those little pills, hm? What if they’re tryin’ to poison me?”

“Aren’t you immune to poison?”

She laughed at that. “Alright, I see the new doctor here has looked at my file. Did your research. Tell me, what else do you know about me? D’ya know my body count? My other body count?”

“I just know the information that was on your file, Miss- I mean, Doctor Quinzel”.

“Well, maybe we’ll get to know eachother better” Harley stated a bit suggestively.

“Would you take your meds please, Doctor Quinzel?” you asked.

Harley wasn’t certain what to do. On one hand, you were treating her like a real person, and Harley desperately didn’t want to lose that. On the other hand, as soon as she took her meds, you’d be gone- plus she really didn’t want to take her meds. They made her feel nauseous for the first hour after taking them. A normal side effect, she knew, but taking her meds was by far the worst part of her day.

But looking at you, Harley felt the urge to play along. She wanted to see you smile. Would you smile if she took her medicine? She hoped so. And wasn’t your smile worth being a little sick for an hour or so?

She swallowed the pills in the little paper cup.

“Thank you” you said with a smile. She loved that smile of yours, she wished she could lock it up in a box and carry it with her forever. It was perfect- you were perfect. But Arkham was dangerous for perfect people like you- people with hope and kindness. She decided right then and there that she needed to protect you, to keep you so absolutely perfect for her.

The next day, she had waited for you to arrive with her medications. She had spent all day excited for your presence. There wasn’t much else to do at Arkham, so she daydreamed about how to make the most of the few minutes you spent together. She fantasized about spending it with her arms wrapped around you, her head on your chest listening to your heartbeat. That was impossible with the glass between you two, but a gal can dream can’t she? But when the door opened, someone else was there.

“You’re a different face- where’s the one who was here yesterday” Harley snarled at the strange nurse.

“On another rotation- now take your meds” said the other nurse, thrusting the meds into Harley’s face.

“No, no. I don’t want those pills- I want the ones that the doctor brings me”

“Doctor?”

“The person who came by yesterday.”

“I have no idea who you’re talking about. Besides, your prescription hasn’t changed. They’re the same exact pills”

“They’re completely different.” Harley argued back. Of course they were the same exact pills, but Harley wasn’t above being petty with this argument. She didn’t want to take the pills if they weren't from you.

Fourty minutes of arguments later, the nurse left, and came back with two guards. Two knocked-out guards later, and the nurse returned with you.

“Doctor Quinzel?” you called out, entering the room. You spotted the two knocked out guards, and a shiver went down your spine. The other nurse hadn’t warned you about what Harley had been up to- only stating that Harley wanted to see you, and needed to take her meds.

“If it isn’t my favorite doctor” Harley called out. “I missed you, you know?”

“I’m not a doctor,” you replied. “Just a psychiatric medical assistant. And did you hurt these people?”

“They’ll be over it in the morning, promise. I didn’t want to scare you with any dead bodies, you know.”

“Doctor Quinzel, why did you-”

“I’m sorry!” Harley sobbed “I just got so scared without you. Please don’t abandon me- please please please. I promise I’ll be good, just don’t leave me hanging again.”

You weren’t expecting her to break out into tears. “What do you mean, Doctor Quinzel?”

“I-I-I waited all day for you to come, and you left me for some other patients!”

So the murder clown had abandonment issues. Who would’ve guessed?

“Fine, fine. Will you take your medications now, Doctor?” you offered her the exact same medicine cup as the ones Harley had previously slapped to the floor, and Harley gladly took them from you.

“Of course” she said, swallowing her pills nicely. She hoped that would make you smile, but your expression hadn’t changed.

“You can’t be attacking people like that, Doctor Quinzel. They just want to help you” you said, trying to reassure her. Harley however, knew they didn’t care the way that you did. You were the only one who really did want her to get better. The others couldn’t care less. They gave her the pills out of fear- fear of the danger she posed without them. That or an automatic sense of duty. That automatic response- apathy- was worse than fear. You could see it in a person’s eyes, like the light that could have been there was gone.

It was one of the things Harley liked about Joker back in the day. His eyes were bright with purpose. Joker was a contradiction- he never really cared about the world, and yet he lived with such a strong sense of purpose. You were different. You shined with care, wanting to make the city better. It reminded Harley of herself, well before she became Harley Quinn. You were a shining light in the darkness of Gotham.

And Harley became more and more worried that the darkness would engulf you. She felt like she needed you closer, she needed to protect you, to save you.

It wasn’t hard convincing her psychiatrist that she needed you to be by her side more often. You were the medical assistant that she could actually trust, the one that she would listen to. You were like a security blanket to her- as she convinced the psychiatrist to put it- she felt safe around you, and feeling safe made her less violent. It wasn’t long before the doctors realized that for any procedure with Harley, she would be more cooperative if you were by her side. Thus, your job description shifted from “General Psychiatric Medical Assistant” to “Psycho Clown’s Therapy Dog”. Thus for most of Harley’s treatments and procedures, you’d be right there by her side, keeping her sane. The light in her darkness.

Of course, Arkham was understaffed. You couldn’t spend every single moment of your work day with Harley, as much as she wanted that. There were other patients that needed to be tended to. Unfortunately, Harley was kept away from the other patients due to her “violent tendencies”, so she couldn’t watch you with the others. She was kept in a cell all by herself, meaning that whenever you were away, she’d be alone with nothing but her thoughts of you.

Thus she needed to be on her best behavior to convince the doctors that she was getting better. She would take her medicine, she’d comply with the treatments, she’d do everything perfectly. You made her better, can’t you see that? When the doctors finally agreed to let her mingle with the other patients, she was so excited. Sure she was kept in a straight jacket the whole time, but it was all worth it so she could watch you.

Soon after Harley was let out a bit more, you noticed the other inmates of Arkham being quite a bit nicer to you. They’d comply with your requests to take their medicine, they wouldn’t harass you anymore (in fact, the ones who used to be a bit more difficult for you to deal with ended up injured randomly). For some reason, a few of them seemed to fear you.

Harley still didn’t like that you weren’t there every single day for her. She didn’t like it when you’d go home in the evenings, and she certainly didn’t like spending her nights alone. She wished you’d stay with her, or take her with you.

Which is why she was so devastated when you mentioned leaving Arkham to go to Graduate School.

“Sugar, why’s that stuffy old college so important to ya anyway?” Harley asked you.

“I want to make the world a better place, help people like you, Harley”. You had started calling her Harley after she requested it. “Besides, I can’t stay a simple assistant forever”.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here alone?”

“You’ll be fine Harley, the doctors will take care of you. I want to further my studies in psychology, and I kind of need to go to college to do that”.

So Harley formulated a plan to keep you by her side.

It took a fair bit of work to convince you to keep working at Arkham while attending Graduate School. Harley, like the good friend she was, helped you with your applications. Of course, she helped you the most with applications for schools in Gotham. You ended up getting accepted, and enrolled in the most prestigious of Gotham’s psychology departments. It helped that you had such extensive work experience with Arkham. She convinced you to keep working with her, gaining some “first hand experience working with a real life nutcase” as she put it. Thus your job at Arkham changed again. You no longer saw any other patients (much to Harley’s elation). You were to work with Harley exclusively during the night, and go to school during the day. It worked well for you, considering that the damage done to Doctor Quinzel did not impact her extensive knowledge of psychology. She would help you study, offering her professional insight on your courses.

But attending psychology classes, you came to realize that your relationship with Harley was… problematic. Thus, with the assistance of your professors, you designed a new research project: freeing Harley of her dependency on you.

“Harley, would you be okay if I wasn’t here tomorrow?”

“Sugar, why would you even suggest such a thing?”

“Well, I was thinking of having an extra day off, you know, just having a ‘me’ day”.

“That sounds like an absolute blast! You should do that here some time, sugar, I’d love to spend the day relaxing with you”

“That’s just the thing, Harley, I want to spend it alone”

“Uh huh”

“That means without you”

“No- no way! You can’t leave me here, sugar! I’d be so lonely without you. You know I need your sweetness in my life, hon.”

“Harley, that isn’t healthy. You need to be able to handle being by yourself-”

“No.” She shouted, her tone suddenly far more serious. “You will never leave me- got that sugar? You can never ever get away, I’ll never let you go.” She grabbed your arm, clawing into it with her nails. “We’re together, forever, honey.”

Your eyes widened in terror.

“Now how would you like this macaroni necklace I made just for you?” she said sweetly, as though she hadn’t just threatened you.

When you didn’t show up for work the next day, Harley was very worried. Had she really made you that scared? Sure, she might’ve threatened you a little bit, and maybe her grasp left a couple little scratches on your arm, but she didn’t mean to. She’d never hurt you. Never never never. You were her sugar, she’d do anything for you. Just ask, and she’d do it- no questions. Who do you want her to kill? Just say the name and they’re gone, sugar, she’d do it all for you. Please don’t leave her, you can do anything you want to her, but you can’t leave her. You have no reason to leave- your good friend Harley will take care of everything for you.

No, you wouldn’t leave her. You were her perfect sugar, you’d never abandon her like that. You wanted her to be better, you made her better. She was trying to get better for you, and she was trying very very hard. It was difficult, especially when you would talk to the security guards and your attention would be on them and not her, and then her head would rush with all the different ways she could make sure those worthless guards wouldn’t steal your attention away from her ever again. But she wouldn’t touch them, because it would make you so disappointed and sad to see them get hurt, even if Harley knew that they were nothing compared to you. She couldn’t bear to make you sad.

So why weren’t you there? It had already been twenty minutes past when you were supposed to arrive, and you weren’t there by her side. What if someone hurt you? What if one of Joker’s men got to you, and was about to shove you into one of the chemical vats. That would change you forever, and she’d lose her precious sugar, Harley couldn’t have that, no. Or what if something worse happened- what if you were shot, and dyin’ in the streets, all while Harley was locked up in here unable to protect you? What if you were trapped in the old abandoned well, crying out for someone to come save you, only for no one to be there because Harley was locked up in here? No, no, no. Harley couldn’t have that, she couldn’t lose you.

Breaking out of Arkham was easy- she had done it before plenty of times. Finding your house was even easier, of course she knew where you lived, as though she didn’t know everything about her precious sugar. She found you lying in bed, sleeping through a horrible fever. Harley breathed a sigh of relief- you were okay, you were safe. She climbed through your window, watching you as you slept. You were perfect, ya know that? And finally, finally she was right here by your side. She reached out her hand- gently brushing up against your leg. So soft, so peaceful, so perfect.

You woke up, your mind a bit foggy due to your sickness, with a psycho clown wrapped around you. She held your body tightly, her head resting on your chest.

“Harley?” you asked.

“Yes, sugar?”

“What are you doing in my house”?

“Aw, just lying next to my sweet sugar.”

“Yeah, but shouldn’t you be back at Arkham?”

“Yeah, but I like it here, with you.” She nuzzled against your chest, squeezing you tighter into her embrace.

It took a few minutes to notice the blood all over Harley- blood that she had smeared onto your own body. “Harley- what did you do?” you said, the shock stirring you from your fever induced haze.

“What I had to, darling. I needed you with me, safe and by my side.”

“But you can’t kill people, Harley!”

“I’m sorry, sugar. I was just so scared, lots of bad people are out there in Gotham. Anything could happen to ya, and I just couldn’t stand the thought of you getting hurt or dyin’ on me, so I had to come out and keep you safe. I won’t let anything happen to you, trust me. I love you so much, sugar. So, so much.”

#I actually wrote something for a change #fanfic #dc comics #yandere fanfic #yandere x reader #batman universe #Harley Quinn x reader #Yandere Harley Quinn #harleen quinzel x reader #yandere harley quinn x reader

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Chapter 4

Yoongi was practically fuming. Logically he knew that she was a free woman who could see whoever she wished, but Yoongi was not currently a logical man, and he could not stand the idea of her out with another man.

For years he had thought of her. He had held no other woman in his heart but her, and she was on a date with another man. It felt like a betrayal even if logically it was not.

He couldn’t bring himself to be angry with her though. It was the man, Kim Namjoon, that he was upset with. Whether it was common knowledge or not that Margot Brooks was his woman, no other man should have had the gaul to take her on a date let alone some lowly detective. No other man should have even been looking at her, not in that way.

Even though they’d been apart, Yoongi had thought of no other woman for years. She’d always been the one for him, since the moment they’d met all those years ago. It had nearly broken him for her to leave, and by some miracle, she was back now. He didn’t think he could survive losing her again.

He knew that she also had to have dated. He wasn’t a fool. He’d dated other women over the years too, but none of them had been her. No one could compare to her. Six years was a long time to be separated, and they had never officially dated, a mistake on his part. He had been too cowardly to ask her on a proper date, and he’d regretted it for years. He had no intention of letting her slip away from him this time.

Of all the people in the world, she was the one who knew him best, and Yoongi was convinced that he knew her best as well. They’d both changed over the course of the years, but the ease with which they’d fallen into old patterns before things had gone to shit the other night had proven to him that they were still as they had been. They just needed to learn each other again, and that, he knew, would take no time at all once they were together again.

He had been planning to bring her home since the moment he’d heard her name uttered in his office. They belonged together. They always had. They always would. He hadn’t anticipated things going wrong so quickly, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix. Once he actually got her to sit down and listen, everything would be fine. He was beginning to think that he’d need to move his timeline up though.

He’d had a grand plan before everything had been ruined by her finding out about his occupation before he’d had a chance to break the news to her himself. He was going to woo her, slowly, properly, like she deserved. He was going to slowly introduce her to the newer side of him so that when the time came for him to bring her home, there would be no surprise, no trauma. He’d planned for them to experience everything naturally, but the way things stood, she didn’t even want to look at him let alone be wooed.

Then there was the problem of the detective. He simply could not allow that to continue, but he also couldn’t get rid of him right after he’d taken Margot on a date. She would suspect him immediately, and he couldn’t have her hating anymore than she thought she did. Whether the detective was taken care of now or later, he would be firmly removed from Margot’s life like the parasite he was.

He looked up as the door unlocked, jaw clenched as he waited, leaning against the wall for Margot to enter her apartment. He didn’t want to scare her, but he did need her to listen to hear him out even if she didn’t want to.

Quietly, Yoongi crept up behind her as she slipped off her shoes, bending down to undo the straps and giving him a magnificent view as she did.

Before she could turn to notice him or scream to alert the detective he was sure was still in earshot about his presence, Yoongi slipped one arm around her waist pulling her flush against his chest and clamped the other around her mouth, holding firm as she flailed in his arms trying to throw him off.

“Shhhh.” He hushed her, immensely enjoying the feel of her in his arms. “It’s just me, jagiya.” He purred into her ear, pulling them both back further into the apartment and away from the door. “I need you to calm down, jagiya.”

She stilled in his arms, but Yoongi did not let go, partly because he wasn’t sure she’d behave if he did and partly because he wanted to enjoy holding her for a little longer.

“Good girl.” he praised, pleased she was no longer trying to rip his arms off her or kick him. “Now, I’m going to take my hand away, and I need you to be a good girl and not scream, okay?”

She nodded, and Yoongi released her slowly, ready to restrain her again should she try anything.

“Yoongi?” Her voice warbled as she said his name, clearly frightened.

“I’m right here, baby.” He cooed, arm wrapping just the slightest bit around her as he felt her tremble.

“What… what are you doing here?” she asked, stiff as a board as she tried her best not to struggle. She wasn’t sure what he would do if she did, but she was certain he was stronger than her and had no qualms about restraining her in much less pleasant ways than he currently was.

“I told you. I just wanted to talk.” he sighed, slowly unwrapping himself from around her and gently turning her to face him, his hands resting on the tops of her arms lightly though he was ready to tighten his hold should she try anything.

“You broke into my house.”

He hummed in agreement. “I wanted to take you to dinner, but you wouldn’t listen. So now we’re going to sit and talk like adults, yes?”

She nodded, watching him with wide frightened eyes as he led her to her own sofa and pushed her gently to sit down. She stayed there sitting ramrod straight as Yoongi turned on a lamp bathing them in a halo of soft light.

“I’m sorry for frightening you, but you wouldn’t talk to me, jagi.”

Margot kept her hands clasped in front of her on her lap, the knuckles almost white from how tightly she was clutching them. Nothing Namjoon had told her made her feel any better about the situation. If anything, it made it worse.

“Yoongi…” she started, hesitating as she tried to find the words to say to make him see reason, to leave her house in peace. “Yoongi, this isn’t normal. Maybe… maybe you could come back tomorrow. We could meet for coffee.” She offered, pasting on a shaky smile which quickly fell as Yoongi scoffed from his seat beside her.

“We both know you hate coffee, jagiya. I think it’s better we talk now.” He leaned in, his head tilted a little to the side. “Don’t you?”

“What do you want, Yoongi?”

He smiled at her. It was the bright, gummy smile she remembered from their college day, the one that was infectious. When he smiled like that, you couldn’t help but smile too, not this time though. This time she stayed grim in her fear.

“I don’t want anything, jagiya.”

There was that endearment again. She’d noticed it several times, and its use made her even more uneasy. Jagiya was something for lovers. It was sweet and soft and intimate and everything that they weren’t.

“I just want to talk. We got off on the wrong foot the other night.”

“Yoongi, you’re a criminal. I’m not sure there was a right foot to get off on.”

He shrugged, completely unoffended by her assessment. “Criminal is a harsh way to put it. I’m a businessman, jagi.”

And a shrewd one at that. Very little escaped his notice, such as the way she flinched just a little each time he called her jagiya or the way she was pressed into the corner of the sofa losing the circulation in her fingers from how tightly she was grasping her hands.

“You need to relax, jagi.” He chided with a sigh, reaching for her hands and gently prying them apart as he scooted to sit closer to her. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“But I don’t know that.” she whispered. “I don’t know you anymore, Yoongi.”

That made him pause. It hadn’t truly occurred to him that she could view him as a completely different person now, not with their history.

“Of course you do. I’m still your Yoongi. I always have been.”

“My Yoongi didn’t run a criminal empire.” she pointed out, a little braver now, but not quite ready to make a break for the door or for the phone still tucked into her purse in the entryway.

“Same man, different profession.” he shrugged, shooting her a crooked grin. “I never meant to frighten you though.”

“If you didn’t want to frighten me, why did you break into my house?” He chuckled, rubbing circles into the back of her hands. “Not my best plan was it?”

Margot stared at him, brows furrowed and eyes wide, debating whether or not he’d actually lost his mind. It certainly seemed as though he had. She couldn’t come up with any other logical explanation as to why he had broken into her house to supposedly have a conversation with her. There had to be better options than home invasion even when the person you were trying to talk to was refusing to have a conversation.

“I may have panicked a little when you refused to talk to me.” He admitted when she refused to say anything. “You’ve always had a way of making me a little crazy, jagi.”

“Yoongi,” she tried again, trying to keep her voice from warbling despite the way she was shaking and the nausea creeping up her throat. “Yoongi, I really think this is a conversation we should have in the morning.”

He tilted his head to the side, observing her hands in his. He’d forgotten how small her hands were especially in comparison with his own, but what caught his attention more so than that was the way they continued to tremble. At the very least he didn’t need to worry about her cutting off her circulation anymore, but he didn’t like that his presence was causing her so much anxiety. He should never be the one causing her to fear. He never wanted to be.

“You’re shaking, jagi.”

Margot tried to pull her hands back, but Yoongi held firm, a frown fixed on his features as he looked at their conjoined hands. Slowly his eyes moved up to observe the rest of her.

It wasn’t just her hands that were shaking. It was her whole body despite the way she was curled in on herself, pressed into the arm of the couch. Her hands were slightly clammy in his, and her complexion had an odd ashy quality to it. More concerning was the way he could see her chest rising and falling rapidly as she breathed. He could imagine her heart was beating just as rapidly to match it.

To confirm his theory, Yoongi shifted his grip on her hands, gently shifting them so that he could feel her pulse. It wasn’t hard to find, and it beat a rapid staccato against his fingers.

“Margot, baby,” He cooed, gently setting her hands down. “I need you to take a deep breath. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack at this rate.”

She reared back, her frown deepening. “How did you think I was going to respond to you breaking into my house?”

“Deep breaths, baby.” He ordered, getting up and moving towards her little kitchen in search of something to help calm her down. “Stay here, baby. I’m going to go make something to help with the shaking.”

He was overcome with the urge to press a kiss to her forehead but held himself back knowing it wouldn’t go over well, not when she was like this. For the moment he needed to focus on what would make her comfortable.

Tea. He thought. Tea would help. His Margot always had tea around. Tea and snacks would be good. He wanted to get some sugar into her as well, just in case her blood sugar was low.

Margot watched carefully as he raided her little kitchen, trying to gauge whether or not she had a shot. If she didn’t go now she didn’t know she’d have a chance to escape until he decided to leave.

Quietly, she unfurled herself from her scrunched position, setting one foot on the floor at a time and slowly rising from the couch.

When she was sure that he wasn’t going to turn around, Margot made a break for it, dashing across her apartment towards her front door.

There was a crash from the direction of her kitchen followed by a stream of curses and the sound of heavy footfalls as Yoongi chased after her.

Before she could even make it to the door, Yoongi was on her, lifting her off her feet and spinning them back around so that they were facing into her apartment once more.

“No!” She screamed, kicking out against him as he slid them both down to the floor as she began to hyperventilate.

“Breathe, jagi.” He murmured into her hair as she shook, still struggling to get away from him. “I need you to breathe for me.”

“Get away from me!” She screamed, clawing at his arms, but Yoongi was unphased, holding onto her tightly and maneuvering them so that her arms were trapped tightly to her chest and she in turn was wrapped snugly in his arms and pressed tightly to his chest.

Once her torso was secured, Yoongi started the business of trying to settle her still kicking legs. Carefully, so as not to hurt her, he managed to wrap both of his legs over hers, keeping her still even as she continued to squirm against him.

“Breathe, jagiya.” He ordered, pressing her even tighter to him.

She was panicking, and there was little Yoongi could do about that. What he could do was hold her tight and keep her from hurting herself or him. Pressure was meant to be good for anxiety. He remembered once, years ago, reading about how pressure helped to relax the sympathetic nervous system. It was why newborns liked to be swaddled. It was also why slaughterhouses put cows in a tight shoot and squeezed them before they died. It kept them calm.

“You’re going to be alright.” He promised, as she continued to sob in his arms. “I promise, you’re going to be alright. Just breathe for me, baby.”

“Fuck you!” She sobbed, trying to wiggle out of his hold to no avail.

Part five

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meiwritesyan · 4 months

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- yandere fake boyfriend - tw a lil(?) sexual harassment, unedited

yan fake bf who you knew from the internet when you scroll your phone when you are bored

yan fake bf who you 'order' bc you need him to be your boyfriend when you go to your highschool reunion. this is all bc of you,telling your classmate that you have a boyfriend already and have a happy life after graduating from highschool and doing well at uni

yan fake bf who surprisingly much more handsome and sexier from the image at the internet yan fake bf who came one month earlier than the date you set. you ask why he comes earlier

yan fake bf who said that he comes at the right date, while showing the evidence at his cellphone. you widened your eyes as you check your phone, and he's right. you put up the wrong date.

yan fake bf who are okay if you don't pay him for a month. but, you need to let him live in your house for a month

yan fake bf who says that it's just a waste of time if he goes back to his place. he also says that he will help your chores.

yan fake bf who actually are not a burden like what you thought at first

yan fake bf who are amazingly good at cooking! he's such a material husband!!

yan fake bf who always teasing you until you are red like a cooked shrimp

yan fake bf who sometimes touch your private/sensitive area and says it was an accident

yan fake bf who, the longer he lives with you the bolder he is to tease you sexually - "want me to join your shower? i can massage you a lil bit" - yan fake bf, who tried to join your shower

yan fake bf who starts to actually likes you for real and starts to tease you more

yan fake bf who when you are at uni, will take your shirts and hug it if he miss you

should I write pt 2???

#☁︎ mei.post #ᗜ mei.misc #yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere fanfic #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing

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"love hurts sometimes" (yandere! shadowy venomous x gn reader)

CW/TW: smut, yandere tendencies, dub-con, restraints, forced date, rough sex, scarring, bleeding, marking, possessiveness, shadowy is a toxic prick, scratching, drugging (aphrodisiacs and love potion), mentions of cum, pain, venom, reader has been kidnapped for a bit already, hints of Stockholm? Read at your own risk!

Shadowy had taken over. Your husband was pretty much gone. And who knows if he would be coming back. He swore it wouldn’t happen. Both to you and Fink. You always felt a bit of suspicion when he said so, yet you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That clearly went well, didn’t it?

You had warned Fink not to go into his lab, in fear of how he’d react. She squirmed out of your grasp and ran in anyway. You ran after her, wanting to make sure she’d be okay. “I said, I’d call you if I needed you. And did I ask for you to come here? No. So get out.” he said, in an icy tone that made the poor girl tear up and run off. “Fink, wait!” you exclaimed, going to run after her to try to comfort her. But before you could do so, you were shoved to the ground and felt a boot on your back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he spoke, in an almost threatening tone. “This has to stop! Please, Venomous, this has gone too far. Please, if you’re in there, just come back. For Fink and me?” you pleaded, with some tears in your eyes. Despite how the professor had taken you from your home in the middle of the night and forced you into his, claiming you’d learn to love him as he did you, at least he wasn’t whatever the hell was stepping on you now. At least he was gentle, and understood your behaviors. Maybe the professor hadn’t been as bad as you made him out to be, at least not now.

He laughed at your pleas. They didn’t mean anything to him, really. In fact, you got the sense he was enjoying this. Seeing you all helpless and teary eyed underneath him. No time to focus on that though, he would get a similar sight later tonight, and get to relish it even more. “Aww, are you scared? I don’t know what you’re begging for really, I am Venomous, and I’m even better now with the compromise we made. You should really be happy, don’t you think? Your husband is even more powerful now.” he said in response to your pleading. You began to sob. He truly was far gone, wasn’t he?

Noticing your sobbing he laughed some more before pondering on how he could get you to stop. Sure, seeing you like this underneath him was fun, but part of him also wanted you to feel the same as he did, proud of his new powers. He even wanted you to join him in his cause and take over the plaza with him. His pondering would come to an end as he soon came up with an idea. “Let’s go on a date, okay? Like any couple would.” he spoke. You were taken aback by this. Out of all times, he was asking you on a date, now?

Before you could protest, he repeated himself, noticing how taken aback you were and not wanting to take no for an answer. “I said, let’s go on a date, okay?” he spoke, with more emphasis. “Okay.” you said, with some hesitancy which he did not like nor appreciate, but that would do for now. He took his foot off your back and chuckled. “Now that’s more like it. Be ready by 6:00.” he said, walking off.

You sighed, a bit frazzled from the whole encounter. You walked into your room to look for something to wear, however you did not have to do anything as you looked at your bed. A pair of neatly folded dark clothes sat on it. Alongside a black collar, which read “Property of, Shadowy Venomous” on it. You shivered a bit and put on the clothes he picked for you, noticing how fitting they were and eventually had just the collar left. You debated on not putting it on but ultimately came to your better sense. It clipped on from the back, you put it over your neck and it immediately clamped shut.

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It had only taken you 20 minutes or so to get ready. Meaning you had some time to wait. You didn’t know what to do. Maybe walk around, maybe go get help. You paced back and forth. There was a window in your room, you could grab Fink, slide out, run over to the plaza. There, you could join the heroes for now and help defeat him, and bring your husband bac- 6:00 PM.

As soon as you saw the time on your phone, you dashed out of your room, not wanting to be late. You wondered if he’d start looking for you. You eventually got to his lab and stood before the door. An odd sense of dread washed over you as your shaky hand reached over to the doorknob. “Come in” he said, with a voice that was almost a growl.

You opened the door and he sat in a chair, next to a table with food on it along with another chair for you. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you myself, glad I didn’t have to do that, you wouldn’t have liked it. '' he spoke, chuckling. You nervously sat down on the chair across from him. Looking at the table you noticed food on it, along with silverware, candles, and a bottle of dark wine with two wine glasses next to it. Suddenly, two robotic arms came from the back of your chair and clamped your waist to the seat, allowing you to move your arms and legs, but not to leave. What exactly did he have in store?

“Ease up sweetie, I’m your husband, not your captor.” he said, chuckling as if not taking in the entire situation. Though you were hungry, you didn’t want to eat the food in front of you. What if he poisoned it? Not to mention the wine. He seemed to take note of this and stood up, walking over to you and stabbing his fork into some of your food and moving it forward to your mouth. “Eat up honey, it’s gonna get cold” he said, almost cooing you to comply.

You turned away, not wanting to consume whatever he may have put in there. He wasn’t happy with this, grabbing your face so you were looking him dead in the eye. “We’re either going to do this the hard way or the easy way…” he threatened, getting closer to your face until you were merely an inch apart. “... and if we do it the hard way you’re not gonna like it.” he continued. You decided to give in, not wanting whatever the “hard way” was.

As you chewed and swallowed what was on your plate, you swore you felt different. Something… warm and hot was beginning to grow in your stomach and everything below. After you finished, he poured you a glass of wine and made you drink all of it. The same warm and hot feeling intensified, along with something else? You began feeling an odd desire to be with him. I mean you were married, so you were already with him, but any of the normal affection you felt towards him felt… increased?

Were his hands always that soft on your skin? Did his voice always send a wave of heat to your entire body? Was he always this… intoxicating? No no no, dear god no, you should’ve resisted eating and drinking what he got for you, you should’ve known better, he had you just where he wanted you and you couldn’t do anything about it. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said with a mocking tone. “And now that we got that out the way, let’s get to the fun part of our little date.” he spoke, baring his teeth and his voice getting deeper.

The restraints came off your waist and before you could object, he was carrying you bridal style to god knows where for god knows what. You swore you heard him rambling about how much “fun” this would be. Suddenly, he opened the door to his room, placing you down on the bed and locking the door behind him. Oh dear god, this is what he had in mind. Your main concern was being able to walk seeing the state he was in and how different he was.

“Strip.” he demanded. You did as you were told, taking off all your clothes except that damn collar. You attempted to take it off, oh how foolish of you. Seeing your attempts to take it off, made him chuckle. “Oh sweetie, that’s not supposed to come off, no matter how much you tug, pull and claw at it, only I know how to take it off.” he said, finding this amusing. You laid on the bed, watching as he took off his own coat and gloves before getting on the bed in front of you, beginning to stroke your legs up and down.

“Ass up, now.” he said. You did as you were told, hoping he’d spare some softness for you tonight. “I promise I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee that so I don’t want any whining from your behalf.” he spoke, in a voice that was almost a snarl, a snarl of a hungry predator who had just cornered its prey. You were going to ask about being warmed up but upon glancing down at yourself, you realized that wouldn’t be necessary as whatever the hell he put in the wine and your food had gotten you all slicked up for him. With little to no warning, his hands dug into your sides and he rammed into you.

You let out a yelp at the initial impact before just letting out semi pained moans. All he let out was grunts, panting and what you swore was the occasional hiss. Suddenly, he bent down so his mouth was at your neck and bit into you. You felt something hot course through you and before you knew it you were rutting your hips backwards and pressing your face against his in order to be closer to him. “Settle down now, I’m not going anywhere.” he said, laughing afterwards.

This was humiliating. Just a bit ago you were planning on escaping, now here you are, his cock deep in you and you rutting against him like a bitch in heat. Just what he wanted. As if he could read your mind he brushed his tongue against your ear before speaking directly into it. “Don’t be embarrassed, there was no way of preventing this, you just chose to do it the easy way. See how much better it is when you quit trying to deny me?” he said, sounding all too happy with the current situation.

After you didn’t respond, he slowed down, and dug his nails into your back. He began to drag them around, carving something into your back. You cried out in pain and gripped onto the sheets. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Love hurts sometimes.” he cooed. Your pain, tears and him having marked you in a way that was permanent all pushed him to his edge, he pulled out, cumming over the sheets and panting.

You were still a mess on the bed. Literally and metaphorically. You were shaking and in tears along with your back being covered in blood and some of his cum having splattered onto your legs. After a bit he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. You wanted to scream and shout and run away. But you were too tired mentally and physically.

You were still shaking from the initial shock of whatever he carved into you along with your legs being worn out from how hard he went into you. Not to mention being naked and exposed with your own blood and his cum on you made for discomfort and a feeling of coldness. He placed you in the shower, turning it onto a hot setting. You stood there, letting him wash you off and scrub you. Any whines or whimpers being met with a laugh or him cooing to you, swearing that this was normal and that’d you’d get used to it soon.

Before you knew it you were dressed in some pajamas, and he laid you down back in your room. He placed the blanket over you and sat on the edge of your bed. “You did so well today. So good for me. I’ll give you a treat for this, okay? Good pets get treats.” he said, stroking your legs. You closed your eyes, pretending to fall asleep. Eventually the extra weight on your bed was no longer present and you heard the door of your room lock. You no longer had to pretend to be asleep after a bit as staring at the wall eventually made you knock out if today’s ordeals hadn’t already.

Unbeknownst to you the word “Mine” was etched into your back. And you wouldn’t know until tomorrow morning.

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untoldstar · 1 year

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Yandere! fan x public figure fem reader pt.2

warning: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, nsfw, stalking

He let out a slow breath as he sat patiently waiting on his desk chair, his laptop propped up in front of him with your profile opened on the screen, it was Thursday, which meant you'd go live any minute now, and each time you went live he made sure he was the first one to enter it, the first one to see you before all those fake fans flooded into the chat, his eyes landed on the notification in the corner of his screen "_ is live: chatting:)" he clicked on the notification, grinning as excitement bubbled up in his chest at the sight of you, you had on a comfortable grey hoodie, your hair was slightly messy and you still hadn't removed your makeup, he immediately started typing, greeting you and telling you how beautiful you looked, hitting send and resting his hand on his cheek with his eyes fixated on you, studying every single detail, every move, every dart of your eyes, he took notice of your eyes glancing at the chat and the smile that slowly formed, his heart beat quickened 'she must have read my comment!' you simply greeted him back and thanked him for the compliment but his heart fluttered and his smile was so wide it was starting to hurt.

He was lucky he always made sure to record your streams! You thanking him at the beginning of the stream wasn't the only time you noticed him you had actually replied to him multiple times throughout the stream, keeping up with his comments, giving genuine replies, smiling sweetly, you were so responsive it felt like he might as well be in that room with you talking to you, his breath would hitch every time you got closer to the screen to read his comments better, it allowed him to get an even closer look at how pretty you are, how you'd slightly squint your eyes or lick your lips when you were focusing on reading all the comments, or when you'd bite your lip to hold back from smiling too wide or laughing at something you read, you were so fucking sexy and knowing you you probably weren't even doing it on purpose, or maybe you were, maybe you were teasing him on purpose because you knew it was torture for him, he swallowed when you licked your lips again, his eyes staying there for a moment longer, he leaned back in the chair his hands trailing to his pants almost slipping inside before he stopped midway, he could only imagine your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, kissing and licking the tip, taking him so deep in your throat, he'd gently caress your hair and spill out praise to show you what a good job you were doing taking his cock. He felt strained, even with those sinful thoughts clouding his mind he couldn't afford getting distracted yet, he still had so much he wanted to talk to you about!

His heart swelled when you started to yawn and read fewer comments as minutes passed, you were so cute you weren't even trying to hide the fact you were getting sleepy, he wanted nothing more than to be there for you to fall asleep in his arms and for him to be the one you wake up to in the morning, to be the only one you see.

You started to wrap up the stream and of course, he couldn't let you go without sending his usual "good night, sleep well!" "only dream happy dreams tonight" and with that, the stream ended. He leaned back in his chair letting his head fall back, he closed his eyes the content smile never leaving his face, he'd always sleep peacefully at night after seeing you.

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everydayyoulovemeless · 10 months

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hiya, how are you doing?

I recently read one of your posts containing yandere NV HCs of certain characters, and it gave me an idea for a request if you're feeling up to it.

This'll be a Fallout 4 yandere headcannon, if that's alright with you. The characters would be:

Deacon, Nick and Hanock, or if you're wanting to, replace any character with Danse, Macready or Cait. I feel like you'd obliterate this, since I live off your writing, lol.

nonetheless, have a good one!

Yandere Deacon, Nick, and Hancock HCs

➼ Word Count » 1.8k ➼ Warnings » Stalking, Threats, Kidnapping, Possessiveness, Drugging, and General Yandere Themes. ➼ Genre » Yandere, Romantic ➼ A/N » Ah! You're so sweet Nonnie! I hope this was what you were looking for <33

Deacon

Deacon knows everything about you. He's constantly following you around and 'gathering intel' as he likes to call it. He'll end up knowing everything there is to know before the two of you even meet.

He justifies everything he does by telling himself that 'he has a job to do and he needs to do it well', even if he seems to have an entire shrine of you back at base.

He gets so scared once you both officially meet because it means that he doesn't have to stalk you for his job anymore. Now he has no reason to find out all these little things about your life, and it scares him that he doesn't have that cover to hide his true intentions behind anymore.

He's very aware at how unhealthy his feelings toward you are and distances himself as much as possible before disappearing from your life entirely.

Eventually, he won't be able to help it and will find a way to weasel back into your life once again, and everything will seem normal from there. You'll hardly realize the type of person Deacon actually is because of how easy it is for him to lie to you.

A lot of the times when he doesn't like someone you hang out with, he'll stalk them for a bit before killing them in a way he sees fit. Usually, it's just sniping, but he can get ugly if provoked. (he was a part of the DP deathclaws at one point)

You'll be none the wiser to the truth because of how easily he can spin it to make him look better. Everything will seem fine and peachy while on the flip side, Deacon's breaking the majority of his morals just to keep his state of mind at bay.

He tries his best to appear laid back and friendly but on the inside he’s screaming, fighting himself not to just grab you or rough up some sideman. He does so much to keep his composure and show that nothing bothers him that it ends up taking a toll on his health.

Even if you dismiss him back to a settlement, he’ll still be 10 steps behind you. He’s come this far and he’s not losing you. He’ll protect you to his last breath.

Deacon might even start sending threatening messages anonymously through caravans just to keep you on edge. He wants you to come running into his arms, hiding away in the Railroad HQ, afraid of your possible assassination while you’re out and about. He can manipulate you so much easier if you're scared.

"Yeahhh, you're 'friend' said that they didn't wanna stick around. Who needed them though, right?"

He might not be one for physical affection, but he ends up hugging you a whole lot as a yandere. They're far from welcoming too due to how tight they are. Bros got an iron grip on you.

Deacon is really protective of you. He doesn’t really care who he’s killing or what he’s doing, if he perceives it as a threat to your relationship, he’s gonna get rid of it. The two of you are partners now, right? You only ever really need him.

He and you will be best friends until he one day decides that he's going to confess to you, and if you even seem slightly against the idea he'll have no issue kidnapping you and keeping you locked away.

He’ll have you trust everything he says, every little lie will go right over your head until it’s too late. All of sudden a hand will reach out from an alley and drag you away from the rest of the Commonwealth, stashed away for Deacon's own peace of mind. Why wouldn’t you want to stay with him, though? He was with you from the start. He knows exactly what he needs to do for you in any situation. He's the one you really want—the one you really need, whether you realize it or not.

Nick

Has a case on you constantly open. Any slight change in behavior or new acquaintance is documented down in his files.

He's on a constant watch for any variable that might compromise your safety or well-being, and if he does find something he deems a threat, he'll take care of it promptly. Even if it's not an act you might've liked.

If he ever finds that you've been gone for longer than usual, he'll track you down and take you to the agency where he won't let you out of his sight for the next couple of days.

There's nothing in the world that would make him want to ever hurt you and makes a constant effort in ensuring that he doesn't accidentally leave a scratch from his busted metal hands.

He's WAYY too overprotective, and he's aware of it, but he convinces himself that since it's for noble-ish reasons, then he's good. I mean, protecting people is his entire job, why would him wanting to defend you be viewed as unhealthy? He desperately tries to convince himself that he's completely in the right, even when that nagging feeling doesn't leave.

He'll try to convince you to live at the agency with him and Ellie. He might even manipulate Ellie into unknowingly helping him out in entrapping you. Having a second-friendly face might just do the trick.

If you happen to own a terminal then bro Is gonna hack it and use any information or logs to his advantage.

Nick has a tendency to just kinda reach out and grab your chin. He does it for multiple reasons: inspecting you for cuts, feeling your skin against him, or simply just making you look at him. He doesn't even realize how often he does it.

Being a detective for so long has made him incredible at reading people, and he especially likes to read you. Every slight jerk or reaction tells him everything he needs to know and he plays off of it so well.

He’s a little insecure due to him not being human. He knows he’s not your ideal type, and he wouldn’t make you be in a relationship with him, as long as you listen and let him protect you then he’s happy. (although, that wouldn't stop him from occasionally slaughtering others out of jealousy)

He’s always there to comfort your or aid in whatever quest you doing to the point that you become emotionally dependent on him.

Nick's probably the most understanding and reasonable yanderes on this list. He never wants you to be scared or alone like he was and his goal will mainly be to keep you happy, no matter what that would take.

It gets to the point where he doesn't want you going to anyone else when you're in distress and would find himself getting a little jealous if you did. He'll end up taking them out if it gets bad enough. You don't really need them that badly anyway, he knows so much more about you and can help you so much better.

"Believe me, doll, they aren't the person you think they are."

Hancock

He's got an eye for you the second you walk into Goodneighbor. He's always going to be lurking around, popping out of corners, and throwing his arm around your shoulders before butting into whatever conversation you were already having.

He has a habit of lacing the things you intake (stimpaks, water, food, etc.) with drugs so that he can take you up to the Old State House to 'take care of you'. It usually ends up being him clinging to you and begging you to stay because you're not in the right headspace, even when you're fully sober.

He'll start telling the people around town that he and you are a thing. Soon enough the guards are all keeping an eye out for you and will stop anyone who tries to hit on you.

He likes it better when you're reliant on him and will have people stage these incidents nearby to make you fearful of going out alone or at the very least more cautious so that he could swoop in and protect you more often

There were a few people who spoke out against what he seemed to be trying to do but they all kept disappearing and, eventually, people stopped questioning it.

Hancock is always going to be thinking about you. It comes to a point where even Farenheit is concerned about whether his crush is healthy or not and might even try to put an end to it as well. That being said, he wants you to be thinking about him just as much and would start slaughtering raiders in front of you so that you never forget him. It'll mostly just end up freaking you out because of how brutal it usually is, but that doesn't stop him.

His obsession gets worse and worse over time until it eventually drives him to do more drastic things like kidnapping you.

He'll manage to convince you that some raider gang has a hit out for you and he just wants to make sure you stay safe till it all boils over. Fahrenheit feels so bad for you as she's not sure what she should do. She just watches you tremble in the corner, knowing it's from Hancock injecting you with Med-X and instilling a false sense of danger into you.

You won't be completely stuck up in the Old State House, though, whenever he has to go somewhere or do something, he'll sometimes take you along. Only if you've been good for him. He likes to think of these times as dates because he tries to get to know you more and ask questions about your past and all that. He finds you really interesting and loves hearing you talk.

He'd love to spoil you with whatever you wanted. It could be something only found on the West coast and he'd still make the journey for you. It's not even funny how lovesick he is.

He gets kinda paranoid that you'd run away from him, so some nights he'll just tie you up, pull you into his lap, and shush your panicked sobs.

The good thing about Hancock is that he's not pushy when it comes to sex. He might flirt a lot and be kinda touchy, but he'd never dreamt of crossing any lines until you said you were ready. He'd wait till the end of time if he had to.

He'll try his best to keep you sheltered and away from the horrors happening outside. He wants to keep you as pure and ignorant as he possibly can. He thinks it's better that way.

As harsh as his actions can appear, he's actually really soft towards you. His touches are gentle, his voice is quiet, and his eyes are always full of adoration.

Friendly guy, just be careful what you mention to him. He has a habit of going batshit on people he deems wrong for you.

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bestaez · 1 year

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Strangers (Birthday Drabble)

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pairing: ot7 x reader

genre: yandere, horror/thriller

word count: 3k

warnings: unreliable narrator, depressive thoughts, mature themes, obsessive/possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, stalking, non-consensual touching.

summary: It’s been a few months since that fateful night where everything changed. You have been doing your best to heal and get acclimated to your new life at Eden Residence but when a surprise date arrives, you find yourself reevaluating your situation. Moving to the big city certainly wasn’t what you had pictured it to be.

The days you spent at Eden Residence had all blurred together and you weren’t even sure how much time had passed. You knew it had probably been months at this point, but after enough time went by you didn’t care to keep track. The calendar the boys had hung up on the wall had been stuck on September since you moved into your new room.

After that fateful night, the boys had moved you down to the basement. Their reasoning was it was big and safe enough while you were recovering from your injury but you knew they just preferred it because of its advanced door locks. Plus, you didn’t think you’d be able to make it up the stairs that led to the exit of the building. It was the perfect spot to hide you in.

Maybe it was just your trauma response to it all but you had to admit - this room was an upgrade from your last. You were honestly surprised it was part of the same building, they had clearly spent a lot of time renovating it. It had much more space and the boys had decorated as best they could to keep you comfortable. There was a decent-sized bed as well as a couch, table, and TV. The connected bathroom was tiny but it had its own shower which was all you cared about. You were even impressed to see a small kitchenette off to the side equipped with a sink, minifridge and microwave. You didn’t have to use it too often, as most of the time food would be brought down to you or on occasion they would bring you upstairs to eat with the whole group in the kitchen.

“YN~,” A voice sang, breaking you away from your thoughts as the door opened. You were still in bed, not caring to get up just yet. Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin all filed into the room as if they owned the place - which technically, they did. “Are you awake, sleeping beauty?”

Your silence and blank stare was all that met them, causing a few chuckles as they were quite used to your negative attitude especially in the mornings. Today, however, they seemed more adamant about getting your attention. Jungkook jumped onto the bed next to you, causing the mattress to bounce under you as you grunted in discomfort. For the most part, they seemed to respect your personal space but there were a few that still fought for your affection.

“Do you know what today is?” Namjoon asked, distracting you from the younger male who was currently throwing his arms around your figure from over the covers and snuggling close. You eyed the taller male from where he stood by the small table helping Jimin unload a bag of breakfast items.

“Should I?”

“Yes!” Jungkook laughed into your neck, causing the surrounding skin to heat and your heart to pick up a bit. You had, for the most part, gotten used to all the forced proximity but you couldn’t help your body’s natural reactions sometimes.

You glanced at Jungkook then back at the other two who were watching you with small smiles before giving them a shrug, not particularly feeling up for a guessing game.

“It’s your birthday!”

You blinked slowly, your mind taking a minute to process that revelation. It felt like a weird dream. How could it be your birthday already?

Before moving here, you had pictured what your first birthday would be like. Back then you were sure you would make lots of friends and that you would be thriving in your adult life in the city. Maybe Jihoon would have taken you out to a fancy restaurant or drinks with friends. Maybe you and Nayeon could have taken a relaxing beach trip. Was it silly that you still kind of wanted that?

Of course, you had never told the boys when your birthday was - or at least, you didn’t recall doing so. But you wouldn’t put it past them to figure that kind of information out. They probably saw it on your ID card or something, which you hadn’t seen since you had been moved to your new room. All of your personal items including your cell phone and laptop had been kept from you and you didn’t know if you would ever get them back. You wondered if your mother had called and you were scared to ask. For all you knew, you were dead to the world.

Jungkook quickly pulled you up and out of bed, walking you towards the en suite bathroom to get ready. Your ankle was still healing from the incident, which explained the small cast you had now adorned. In the beginning, the healing process had been rough. Your brain needed time to process everything that had occurred, so most of that period had been spent in-and-out of consciousness. The boys did their best to aid you through it, from what you could remember anyway - and the irony of the situation wasn’t lost on you at all. They were the ones who put you in this situation and there they were nursing you back to health.

Once you were finally more cognizant and ready to move again, they had awarded you with a pair of crutches to help with walking. A move that they soon after regretted once you started using the metal contraptions on them to keep them out of your personal space. You can still picture the shocked look on Hoseok’s face after he went to give you a hug and you whacked him in the arm with one of the poles. Your beloved crutches were soon confiscated and never returned, which honestly sucked but you still thought it was worth it. And now you didn’t even need them as you could put more pressure on that foot - while still treading lightly.

In your shocked state, you numbly went through the motions of waking up for the day. When you were more alert and refreshed-feeling, you came back out to see the table had been set with lots of tasty looking dishes. Your stomach suddenly felt so empty at the sight of it all and you cursed it for betraying you. It had been a battle getting yourself to eat in the first few weeks here, as you didn’t want to accept any food they had given you in a way of defiance. They had threatened force-feeding a few times but thankfully it didn’t get that far. Eventually, you decided it would be better to just keep your strength rather than to wither away.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Namjoon smiled, holding a hand out for you as he was the closest one to you. You ignored it and took a few steps forward, eyes trained on the table. He took it in stride and hovered next to you, smiling at you brightly as his hand shifted to rest on your lower back.

Once you were all seated, the boys took their time loading up your plate with different pastries and breakfast bites. You recognized the packaging from a cafe near your old job that you had stopped at a few times in your first few weeks here. Holding back an eye roll at the reminder that they were following you back then, you reached for a cheese danish and dug in.

The day had been filled with all your favorite activities. Well, their favorite activities to do with you. After breakfast, Jungkook brought you up to his room to play video games. Despite your lack of experience, you had to admit you were doing a little better at gaming. But you still weren’t on Jungkook’s level and that was clear in the way he seemed to go a little easy on you. Soon enough, Seokjin joined in and took the controller from you - claiming that he would help you beat Jungkook.

Eventually, Jimin came to the rescue and invited you to come do some painting in his room. It was a random and somewhat strange activity to do with him but you found it almost relaxing. He didn’t bother you too much with conversation, instead playing some calming music as you both worked on different canvases.

But, of course, your peaceful bubble had to burst when Taehyung barged in and insisted that it was his turn. His idea of fun was to watch a movie with you back in your room as you had the most comfortable bed and a big TV. You couldn’t argue with him and figured you could probably sneak a nap in there. Yoongi was already in the room when you both arrived, plating some snacks to share. You nibbled while Taehyung searched for a movie to watch, insisting on a rom-com despite your and Yoongi’s protests.

Dozing off at some point in the movie, you awoke to the feeling of someone shaking you awake. Your eyes peeled open to see Hoseok grinning at you.

“Hey, Birthday Girl,” He crooned, smoothing your mussed-up hair back from your face.

“What time is it?” You groaned, pulling away and stretching your muscles with a pop. Taehyung and Yoongi were nowhere to be found, and you wondered at what point they had left.

“Almost dinner time,” he answered, watching you with an adoring look in his eyes. “Wanna come help?”

Knowing it was more of a rhetorical question, you nodded and sat up. He held a hand out for you to take and led you up the stairs. But, instead of taking you to the kitchen like you had assumed, he continued in the direction of upstairs. Your heart stuttered at the thought of going back up there. You hadn’t been there since...

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked when he felt the pull from your sudden stop, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in your fearful expression.

“I- I thought, the kitchen… um-“ You swallowed nervously, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“Don’t you want to go upstairs?” He argued, the confusion on his face unwavering. You shook your head quickly, a shaky glance at the ominous dark hallway before you. Hoseok noticed this, taking in your glassy eyes before it suddenly dawned on him.

“Oh. You’re scared?” You met his eyes again, feeling unsure if you should confirm his thoughts in fear he might react harshly. “It’s okay. We won’t go in there again, I promise.”

You must not have looked convinced, because he swallowed and looked around for a bit before continuing, “It was supposed to be a surprise but I’ll just tell you. We’re having your birthday dinner on the rooftop!”

You raised your eyebrows at this, definitely not expecting that. You hadn’t been up on the roof since before everything hit the fan. To be honest, you hadn’t even thought about it in a while but you had to say you were surprised they were allowing you to go up there. It’s not like you could run away from there but there was still the risk of you being outside. Who knows what you would encounter?

“You’ll have to act like you didn’t see any of this coming.” Hoseok warns, pulling you in close again as he resumes his ascent up the stairs. Just as you’re facing the door that leads to the rooftop, he turns back and levels you with a look. “Behave.”

Before you could respond, he’s yanking the door open and pulling you out with him. What you see shocks you even more. The rooftop is decked out with beautiful decorations - purple metallic tablecloth with matching streamers and balloons. There’s little fairy lights strewn on the walls and a make-shift sign that says, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YN!”

Your eyes flutter quickly as you take it all in, whisking away the stray tears that snuck out against your wishes. You didn’t mean to get emotional but you just couldn’t believe the lengths they had gone to make your day special. It wasn’t a good birthday by any means - you were being held captive here for goodness’s sake. But something about the way they took care of you, way more than the two people you were closest to had in the past few months had. It was hitting you hard that the only people that would do this for you were a bunch of love-crazed psychopaths.

Namjoon met you by the door and guided you over to the table, seating you where the younger boys were just finishing setting up. Jimin ruffled your hair as you sat down and Jungkook snuck a hug in from behind. You barely even reacted, too busy taking it all in and used to their antics by now.

The dinner was delicious as usual, with plenty of all your favorite meats and side dishes. You would never admit it out loud, but your roommates were great cooks. Well, most of them anyway. Namjoon seemed to be banned from the kitchen while Taehyung and Jungkook tried their absolute best to not be burdened with the task of cooking.

After the meal, the dishes were cleared away to make room for presents. You couldn’t hold in your surprise at seeing the wide array of boxes and bags, not expecting to see such a display. Judging by their excited faces, they clearly had been looking forward to spoiling you. You didn’t really know how to feel, never really being a fan of receiving gifts anyway. And now they were coming from your former-roommates-turned-captors? It was definitely an uncomfortable position.

The first bag was from Seokjin filled with clothes and you were impressed to find they actually fit your style, a mix of comfort and casual chic. The next few were a number of books from Namjoon, who was clearly trying to contain his excitement over sharing them with you. Jimin gave you some adult coloring books with an assortment of fancy-looking color pencils. Jungkook’s video game gift was actually quite useful as its main theme was fitness which he claimed would help give you a little physical therapy. Taehyung’s bag was a mix of all your favorite snacks and sweets. Hoseok gave you an ipod, which he had already loaded a vast library onto as well as a few of his own songs. You couldn’t help but feel a little touched by Yoongi’s gift, a leather-bound journal and set of pens.

The next box you found no one claimed, which only raised your suspicions as they all looked on curiously. Opening the lid slowly, you blinked in shock upon seeing the expensive-looking lace purple material laying on tissue paper. You immediately closed the box with a gasp, not allowing any of the boys to see its contents beforehand in hopes of preventing any further embarrassment. But, of course, they wouldn’t let it go - not if your dramatic reaction and red face said anything.

The box was quickly grasped by some of the older boys, whose confused frowns quickly morphed into a mix of understanding, amusement, and irritation. Yoongi shared a knowing look with Jimin that made the younger start to snicker, before quickly being silenced by Namjoon’s glare.

“One more gift! This one’s my favorite,” Taehyung exclaimed excitedly, bouncing slightly as he watched Jungkook pull out a small white box and place it in front of you. This one looked normal enough like perhaps jewelry or something. Holding in your sigh, you quickly opened it to see a shimmering gold bracelet laying there neatly. Your mouth parted and closed a few times, feeling struck dumb by what you saw.

This was Nayeon’s bracelet.

“Here, let me help you.” Yoongi offered when you had stared at it in silence for too long, plucking it out of the box and pulling your hand closer to give him better access.

A shiver ran down your back as he clasped the gold bracelet around your wrist, the cold metal giving your skin a shock. You could only gaze at it solemnly, finding it strange to see it on your arm instead of Nayeon’s. This was one of her favorite pieces - she had worn it as long as you had known her.

“It looks much prettier on you, darling.” Your eyes flicked up to meet Namjoon’s, his plump lips stretching into a smile that made your heart pound louder in your chest.

You didn’t know how to respond, lips pressed shut as your gaze fell back on the affronting jewelry. You almost thought you could get away with your silence until a finger tilted your head back up, thumb pressing into your chin forcefully.

“What do you say?” The dark look in Hoseok’s eyes was enough to make you shiver again, not liking the emptiness you saw in them.

“Thank you.” Your voice was wobbly but you hoped it would be enough to appease him and judging by the way their faces lit up, you believed it did.

You weren’t expecting them to suddenly bombard you with affection, kisses pressed to your cheeks and forehead as well as one to your lips that Taehyung snuck in. You blinked in surprise, feeling your cheeks heat up as Seokjin smacked the younger male’s head for being sneaky.

This whole day had been a whirlwind. You still couldn’t believe you were spending your birthday like this. And now looking down at your new gift, you felt such a heaviness in your heart. Before you could stop it, your eyes were welling up with emotions you couldn’t quite process. You tried to blink them away but it seems they didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh, sweetheart. I know.” Seokjin pulled you in for a hug, his strong arm rubbing your back soothingly as if he wasn’t one of the causes for your pain.

“We love you, YN. Happy Birthday.”

A/N: hello!!!! i know it’s been a little while but i wanted to give you guys a little surprise drabble

also shoutout to the readers who helped give me inspo for this drabble! you all sent me such great ideas and i hope it came out how you pictured :)

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