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taetaecherub · 20 days
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New theme 🤭
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taetaecherub · 2 months
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he looks a lot like the love of my life
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taetaecherub · 2 months
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Hi! From the Prompt game for Fantasy, I think it makes sense for Taehyung to breed the reader, knowing his werewolf tendencies and all.
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totally agreed. thank you for participating <3 based on those two requests as well (♡ & ♥︎).
ᨳ pairing: werewolf!taehyung x human!reader
ᨳ warnings: smut, non-con.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ʚ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ɞ
You have to walk through the forest to go to your grandfather’s cabin. It’s a small house located in the middle of the woods, thirty minutes away from town. 
You remember going there often when you were little during summer. It was always so much fun, especially when your cousins would come over. You’ve stopped visiting as you grew older, preferring spending your summer with your friends. 
Your parents were still going, but things changed after your grandfather passed away a few years ago. Your mom goes sometimes to do a spring cleaning, and the cabin is still well maintained till this day. 
Now, your parents rent the cabin to those who come here during hunt season. 
As it is your birthday really soon, you’ve decided to celebrate and organize your party there. You’ve already sent an invitation to your close friends who all accepted to come. 
Today, you thought it’d be a good idea to go place the decorations and prepare everything for your birthday party. Unfortunately, your bestfriend couldn’t come to help you, and so that’s why you’re going alone. It’s no biggie, you’ve told her. You’ll manage things yourself. 
You’ve taken this path many times in your life before, but you’re not really reassured right now. The atmosphere is really spooky and the wind is particularly freezing today. Luckily, you’ve brought a vest, and you're clinging onto it, arms crossed over your chest to warm you up a little bit. 
You have the feeling that you’re being observed, but you know you’re alone in those woods…
Can you be really sure of that, though?
Suddenly, you hear the sound of tree branches cracking. You turn around hastily, heart beating faster, hands becoming sweaty. 
It had to crack under someone’s weight…
You see no one, and so you decide to keep going, but you are still freaking out. Maybe you are overreacting. After all, the forest has always been safe. Nobody has ever encountered any problems. 
But then, you see something passing by really fast at the corner of your eye, hearing more sounds of branches cracking and leaves being crunched. 
You freeze in place, daring to look beside you, hesitantly turning your head where you saw movement. 
The scream that leaves your mouth is so loud that it almost burns your throat. 
There’s a wolf right there, gritting his teeth at you, bright, yellow eyes piercing through you with a hunger you’ve never seen in an animal before. It creeps you out instantly and you’re certain that it wants to harm you. 
You follow your survival instinct and immediately run away from the wolf, not looking once behind you. You hear it chasing after you and your eyes start to water, your vision becoming blurry, making it difficult for you to see clearly. 
You don’t see where exactly you’re stepping on, only having in mind to escape the wild animal that is chasing after you, surely wanting to make you its meal. 
But by being careless, you don’t notice the tree root coming out of the dirt and trip over it. You fall forward, your body hitting the ground violently, literally knocking the breath out of your lungs. 
Your knees and stomach hurt, though you’re still in survival mode, and so you hurriedly step back up on your feet, but you can’t, feeling an atrocious pain throughout your body.
You crawl to at least hide behind a tree, your clothes now totally ruined, dirt all over them and ripped in certains places. 
You’re out of breath, feeling your heartbeat pounding heavely in your skull. You curl your legs close to your chest, trying to be as little as possible.
There’s no sound for a moment, only hearing your breathing and the cold breeze hitting you in the face. You think you’re safe, that you ran away from the wolf, until your gaze lays on him…
“Oh, little red…” he sighs, “what am I going to do with you?” 
You slowly look up, being met with a tall man who has the same eyes and aura as the wild animal. Could it be…?
You’re terrified. 
Your back is against the tree, you can’t escape anymore, he’ll catch you no matter what. 
This isn’t how you thought your day would go — there’s no way you could have predicted that. 
The ground is cold, but his skin is burning hot and your cheeks are on fire. Every thrust is painful, though your hips jut forward on their own to meet his crotch, weak whimpers leaving your lips, encouraging him to go in deeper. 
You couldn’t do anything other than scream — which was completely useless since nobody wanders through those woods — when he pinned you to the ground, that same insatiable hunger in his eyes, ready to take what is his. 
And so now you have to endure his long and languid thrusts, his cock stretching out your pussy so wide it has you sobbing underneath him.
His nose brushes along your neck, taking in your scent, turning him completely crazy over you. He knows what this smell means and that’s exactly what brought him to you; you’re fertile, ready to be bred by him. That’s what you were made for, he believes.
“You’d be so pretty…” he breathes beside your ear, a long shiver running up your spine. “All swollen with my pups,” he adds on, his hands firmly holding your hips in place, driving his hard cock into your sensitive pussy.
His lips are all over your neck as well as his warm tongue and a squeal escapes you when he sinks his teeth into your flesh, leaving his mark on you forever, bonding with you as your mate — something you don’t understand yet.
He cums at the same time, a growl leaving his throat as he empties himself inside you, filling you up to the brim. 
He pulls away from your neck and he sloppily licks you, the pain miraculously going away, but his mark is still there, no signs of disappearing anytime soon.
You’re totally drained out of your energy, feeling completely dizzy. When he slips out, he makes sure to cover your pussy with your panties that he just hooked to the side earlier, preventing his seeds from seeping out of you.
You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips when he picks you up gently.
“Come on, baby,” he softly murmurs, “we’re gonna take you out of here.”
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taetaecherub · 3 months
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maknae line at the beach 🌊 cr. moreloveforhobi
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taetaecherub · 4 months
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he's mine sorry
☆ pairing: jimin x fem!reader
★ warnings: smut, somewhat dub-con.
There is no time for you to breathe as Jimin guides his cock hurriedly to your open mouth, tears falling from your eyes, choking around him when his tip reaches the back of your throat. Kneeling in front of him, the wall behind you; there's nothing else you can do other than comply.
His hand in your hair shakes slightly, his tight grip making your scalp itch. You try to swallow him, but it's hard considering how girthy he is. He doesn't pull out, though. Your warm mouth feels too good.
He starts thrusting in you, groaning and moaning above you, eyes fixated on your small kneeling form. His pace isn't particularly gentle, literally the opposite, going rough on you and violently fucking your mouth.
He senses the vibrations of your whines through his body, but it honestly only arouses him more. Each time he thrusts in, he reaches really deep — delighted by your gagging sounds — and your nose presses down on his pubic hair.
You blink up at him, eyes glossy and red, looking absolutely destroyed and pathetic. It makes him curse under his breath, cock twitching in your mouth.
He tilts your head backward, still ramming his cock in you at a rapid pace, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth. Your head hits the wall behind you, literally trapped in place by Jimin, his hand in your hair keeping you still.
He fucks your throat like nothing else matters, grunting and breathing heavily. His other hand is lifting his t-shirt over his stomach just to see your swollen lips wrapped around his engorged erection, fat cock weighing down on your tongue, chin covered in your saliva.
You grip Jimin's pants, trying to find something to hold on to while he drives his dick into your mouth like a mad man. You frown your brows as he uses you for his pleasure, fucking your warmth violently exactly like he would with his fleshlight stuck between the cushions of his couch.
His dark pubes are now also wet with your spit, slamming his hips onto your face and his balls slapping your chin in the process.
You can finally breathe when he slips out abruptly, a long string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips, breaking when he strokes himself a couple of times before taking a hold of your hair again and making you stand up.
He throws you onto his couch, immediately ripping your panties off, removing your top with a lot of impatience, only keeping your pleated skirt and white socks on.
He bends your legs over your belly, exposing your glistening cunt to his insatiable gaze. He'd eat you out till you can't handle it no more, dip his tongue into your pussy and lewdly suck on your dewy folds, but he just can't ignore the incessant throbbing of his cock right now.
You gasp when his bulbous head penetrates your entrance, pushing all the way in until your clit touches his pubis. He doesn't waste his time, pounding into you straight away, eliciting loud moans out of you.
Your pussy makes wet, squelching noises, Jimin's cock entirely coated in your arousal. Your nails sink into his biceps as he keeps fucking you, listening to your melodic little sobs, almost encouraging him to go harder.
"Oh, fuck," he pants, holding your thighs close to your chest, fingers digging into your plushy flesh. "You like that, huh?" He asks rather angrily, flames of desire dancing in his eyes. "You like it when I fuck you with my cock, baby?"
His blond hair dangles in front of his eyes, the ends slightly damp, some strands sticking to his temples. His hot breath fans across your face, his plump, pink lips parted, passing his tongue over them to moisturize them.
"Yes," you squeak out, turning your head to the side to avoid his eyes, closing your own as a whine escapes your mouth.
Jimin snaps his hips against yours, his balls smacking the skin of your ass, the vulgar sounds echoing in the room. He groans at your answer, his gaze never once leaving your face, wanting to see the pain mixed with pleasure on your features.
He knows exactly where to hit and you hate that he knows your body so well because you instantly recognize the growing fire at the pit of your stomach, one really intense that will make you see stars.
"Shit, will you cum for me, sweet thing, hm?" He coos, feeling your walls clasping around his girth. You start crying and he knows perfectly where this is going. "Gonna cum around my big cock?"
The more he rams into you, the closer you feel your orgasm coming, toes curling and scrunching your eyes shut. The head of his cock keeps hitting the sweet spot inside of you and with the added pressure he gives to your clit, you squirt all over him.
As he thrusts in you, clear liquid floods out of your cunt, more dripping out when he slides in back and forth. Everything's messy. You can hear him moan while he watches you cumming all over him, pants soiled in your release and pubic hair all wet, still rocking his hips against yours.
You cry softly as your thighs shake in his hold, overstimulating you, desperately trying to reach his own high. It happens soon after you, steadying his hips abruptly over you, an elongated moan coming out of his mouth.
"Aaah- shit," he hisses, cock twitching and spurting out long ropes of cum in your soaking wet pussy, breathing heavily onto your face while he empties himself inside of you.
When he slips out, his creamy cum immediately dribbles out of your pussy, your hole quivering avidly. You can feel a wet puddle under your ass, still crying both from humiliation and pleasure, but Jimin takes you in his arms — your legs locked behind his back and arms passed around his shoulders — to bring you to the bathroom.
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taetaecherub · 5 months
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Boycott. Please remember to boycott. Focus on these three. You can make a difference.
Edit: See this link for more on what to boycott from BDS. And here as well.
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taetaecherub · 6 months
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angel on earth 💜
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taetaecherub · 7 months
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i'm stressed
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taetaecherub · 7 months
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remember how sugamon dressed up before their walk in stockholm
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taetaecherub · 9 months
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Update: How To Keep Seeing My Smuts & Other Writers'
As per Tumblr's New "Community Label" Update
Hello! I've seen other writers make a post about the new update, so I wanted to make one of mine to notify my readers.
As you may know, Tumblr is pushing a Community Label update in which users are allowed to filter the content they want to see. While this is highly beneficial for those who want to avoid seeing content they aren't fond of, this can make you stop seeing the smuts a lot of writers in this community create.
If you want to keep enjoying our smuts:
For Website:
Go to Dashboard Settings, and click the Show circle in the Community Labels section on Mature content. Do the same for Sexual themes. You can choose whether to tick the options of the other choices or not.
Image taken from @writerpeach <3
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For Mobile:
Go to Account Settings, then choose Content you see.
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Go to the Community Labels section and click the arrow beside Hide on Mature. Then, click Show for both Mature and Sexual themes. Again, it is your choice if you want to tick the Show button for the other choices.
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Thank you for reading, and reblog to spread the word!
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taetaecherub · 9 months
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The queen has snapped once again. Thank you for the food 🙏
Ugh I miss the bullyclub please ma'am can I get a bullyclub reaction to y/n getting a tongue piercing 🙏
ME TOO SIS & coming right up <333
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Jin:
“Open your mouth a little wider- don’t fuckin speak just let me see that shiny thing in your mouth- oh shit you got a tongue piercing? I bet it’s fake because you’re not brave enough to go through that pain, this is not real right?”
Yoongi:
“Is that a tongue piercing…? Hmm it surprising looks good on you, yn. I’m genuinely surprised?”
Namjoon:
“What was the need? Never mind. Why do I care? Let me see it up close, come on now? I’m only curious.”
hoseok:
“Should’ve gotten a nose piercing instead but you never make good decisions, do you?”
jimin:
“You look sexy. I like it.”
taehyung:
“Now I’d like to feel that cold metal with my tongue.”
jungkook:
“A-Are you copying me? Mine looks still better and sexier, but I have to agree with taehyung on that. Don’t flatter yourself too much though eh?”
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taetaecherub · 1 year
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#HELP TÜRKIYE.
a powerful 7.8 magnitude earthquake struck Türkiye, Syria and Lebanon. 1000 of people died during it and uncountable amount of people are injured.
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here is the link you can use to donate.
xx
ps. REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED! please feel free to elaborate and add resources of donation to the post!
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taetaecherub · 1 year
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About Me
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Hello! My name is Neon!
Age: 19
Pronouns: She/Her
INFP-T
Sun in Capricorn
I mainly write Yandere fics 
Currently not accepting requests
I only stan bts
I watch a lot of anime but I don’t write for any fandoms
Kim Taehyung and Gojo Satoru have my heart
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taetaecherub · 1 year
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Scream, Baby. (JJK)
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synopsis. He had a lot of victims but unfortunately, you became the victim of his love.
pairing: yan!ghostface!jungkook x fem!reader.
warnings: YANDERE, extreme themes, horror, mentions of bl*od, killi*gs, m*rders, d-ad bodies, self h-rm, obsession, unstable behaviour, possessiveness, unhealthy way of “loving”, manipulation, triggering themes.
part of @taetaecherub’s fear festival! ^^ please check out the other fics as well, all of them are a treat!!! 😭🙏
note. HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS. the collab finally comes to an end 💔 I had so much fun with all of the girls and the fics???? Oh my gosh. I had the chance to work with so many amazing writers. thanks neon for hosting the collab. I Hope you all will love this, leave feedback please? ENJOY.
wc. roughly around 3k
*not edited*
taglist. [will be added later]
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Spending his time with you was his favourite part of the day, Jungkook adored you so much, you were his favourite, his favourite person, You were his only best friend.
“Jungkook! Not again, seriously?!” You whined, your voice like honey to him, Jungkook turned his head to look at you sitting on the couch right beside him.
He smiled. “What Y/N?” He knew but he just loved to hear your voice, so much.
He watched you as you rolled your eyes at him, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile.
You were just so cute.
“Another horror movie?! Gosh! JK, I seriously don’t get your obsession with them!” Jungkook clicked his tongue, looking at you with a lazy gaze.
“You know I love them almost as much as I love you, sweetheart.” He winked, flirty tone dripping from his lips.
You suck your teeth in. “Ehh you’re so bad at flirting,” laughing, you grab the remote from his hands.
Catching him off guard.
“But first… I want to watch the news.” It was Jungkook’s turn to roll his eyes, not at you though, never you.
Just at the upcoming situation.
Jungkook sighed, watching you change channels after channels until you come across your favourite one.
Fuck.
“One body has been found at the downtown Derryviles alley, the victim has been unable to be identified due to the disfigured face.” The news reporters voice echoed in Jungkook’s ears, his eyes glued on the T.V screen.
He remembered that so clearly. How could he not? He never forgot.
“This is the 34th victim killed with the same pattern. An unknown knife used to stab the victim 17 times in the gut and the disfiguring of the face.”
You gasp.
“JUNGKOOK?!” The man almost jumped from the couch at your loud voice. He turned his head towards your direction.
Your E/C eyes filled with fear and shock, you look at him like he’s the one who’s done this.
He is the one.
“W-What Y/N?!” Jungkook stuttered, avoiding your eyes. It was like you could see right through him, it was like you could see all of the things he’d done that night.
“I-It happened near the café…kook.” Your tone was wavy, Jungkook’s eyes softened, you were scared.
You were scared of him.
“I-I can’t believe this…. Th-This psycho killer is absolutely nuts!” You bite your lip, if your expression wasn’t so lovely, he would feel a little insulted.
You wouldn’t understand him even if he told you.
“O-Oh my god…. W-What if that killer kills me next!!?”
“ARE YOU STUPID?!” Jungkook cut you off. He grabbed your body and shook your shoulders, his eyes were wide.
How could you even think that?
Jungkook stared deeply into your eyes, his gaze filled with a dark glint, he chewed on his lower lip. You noticed a change in his demeanour.
He was being weird.
“I’ll always protect you! N-Nothing will ever harm you- I-I won’t let it! Don’t worry!” He sighed deeply.
“Are you okay, kook?”
He blinked, “I-I just don’t want you to be scared, Y/N.” Jungkook smiled, his shoulders relaxed, you notice. 
He was always a weirdo, you loved him for that. But his reaction was quite actually weird. But then again, it was your friend, jungkook.
“And didn’t you notice? Most of his victims are men anyways…. If anything? You need to protect me!” 
“literally shut the fuck up!” you both giggled together as the news anchors voice faded under the loud sound of your laughter, you punched him playfully and his giggles only became louder.
“UGH STOOOP!” You cried as he tickled you. “I-I UGH NEED T-TO TELL YOU SOMETHING PLEASE!” You giggled from the sensation.
“What?” He breathed heavily, his eyes crinkled from his expression. “Did you know a creep tried to hit on me at the coffee house?”
Jungkook stopped laughing.
“But y’know that coworker of mine? y’know the one I think hates my guts? Come on! You know his name is Yoongi!? He saved me and shooed the creep away….” You stretched your arms, getting up to sit on the couch.
You felt your friends gaze on you. “Ahhh don’t worry kook, Yoongi is pretty good at intimidating people…. He can be pretty scary…”
No response.
“Also shit!!! I have to meet up with Do-il! Come on let’s finish the movie so you won’t whineabout how I don’t give you time anymore.”
“Y/N?” After what felt like eternity, Jungkook finally spoke, you hummed, opening Netflix to put on Jungkook’s favourite movie.
“We’ve literally watched this so- You love me more right?”
You halted your movements, the atmosphere of the room took a turn, Jungkook wasn’t kidding around, he sounded so serious,
Scared even.
“Of course kook, you’re my number 1.”
He’s my boyfriend, and you’re my best friend.
“Can’t you stay with me… tonight?”
“No I can’t, kook.”
Jungkook’s brain itched. He couldn’t see you with that loser any longer. That prick had to die.
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Jeon Jungkook, your best friend hated your boyfriend, Do-il.
He was an insecure man, deeply so, he was naturally territorial of you, he didn’t like sharing his anything with anyone but you.
You.
You were always the exception. You never could truly understand your friend, why was he so attached to you? Maybe it could be because of his childhood?
You didn’t fully know it but you knew that Jungkook had some trauma because of it, as you finally walked out of Jungkook’s apartment, the cold breeze almost left you breathless.
It’s cold.
Unlike Jungkook’s apartment, you wondered as you walked. Today was awfully cold, and now you were going to meet your boyfriend at a random coffee place.
And tomorrow was Halloween. That was the only good thing awaiting you. You loved the
Your phone vibrated, taking your attention, you quickly took it out of the pocket of your coat and saw your aunts name flashing brightly.
Pressing on the green option, you pressed the phone into your ears.
“Aunt Hae-Soo!” There was some sniffling noises when you spoke into the phone, the sound continued and you were starting to get concerned. “Are you okay???”
“Y-Y/N! Dae and Han haven’t come home since almost a week! I-I even filed a police complaint b-but I’m so worried!” The woman on the other line cried as you walked to a quite spot,
Your heartbeat immediately dropped as you heard her.
they couldn’t-
“Aunt!! Please calm down….. I’ll try to call Dae… he always picks up…. Please don’t cry…” you almost cooed with a heavy heart.
How could this not be a big deal when there was a literal psycho serial killer on the loose?
“Please I-I am so worried, Y/N are you safe?!” Your aunt lived in another town, you didn’t want to worry her more.
Maybe she had seen the news.
But you were safe right?
“Y-Yes absolutely! Aunt Hae-Soo don’t worry… I’ll call dae but you please please take care of yourself!” You looked around to see some people on the road walking.
It was almost 7 pm.
“Okay dear but please let me know and you also stay safe… I saw the news about your town… oh Jesus…. What is wrong with this world.” Your aunt exclaimed.
You let out a laugh at her sentence.
“Don’t worry!”
The line finally went dead and you quickly made your way to the cafe.
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Jungkook was almost losing control.
He couldn’t bear to look at the ugly asshole any longer, even behind the mask, it made his eyes itch just to look at his covered unconscious face.
His basement was dark, eerily so. Park Do-il was a shady man after all. Do-il didn’t deserve you, his best friend.
You deserved someone who worshipped you. Not an unfaithful ugly piece of shit guy.
Jungkook worshipped you. He loved you so much. He was so much better than this guy who lived in a shitty apartment with a creepy basement.
You deserved so much better than him.
“What does she even see in you?” Jungkook scoffed, talking to your unconscious boyfriend. He sucked in his breath,
Jealousy was burning inside him like an erupting volcano.
“first of all, you are ugly, you don’t like scary movies and…. You are an unfaithful asshole to my Y/N!”
He took out the familiar knife.
His beloved after you.
The buck 120 shined so brightly every time Jungkook used it. The silver was so beautiful, pointy.
It went into the guts of people so smoothly. He cherished it so much.
“Ahhh finally I can kill you and have my Y/N all to myself.” Jungkook giggled, “you can’t even protect her, unlike me. You know what I did to that bastard who tried to harass my girl?” Jungkook glanced at the knife, lowering it to do-il’s abdomen.
Twisting it so deeply inside his gut that it made a cringey noise.
Seeing the way the knife pierced directly into his skin made jungkook feel so excited, it was the first time he was killing one of his victims without his mask.
“I twisted the knife so deeply into his heart almost like this. that fucking asshole screamed so loud, gosh!” Jungkook continued.
He bit his lip as he pulled the knife out and in, repeatedly. so fast that the blood slashed on his face.
Jungkook hated messing around but right now? This was almost orgasmic. He was thinking about you.
Ways to console you, his plan was almost complete. You were going to be his forever.
“I’d love to ruin your fucking face but then my Y/N would get suspicious…. She’s so smart… my precious girl….” Jungkook cooed to the unmoving body.
“Fuck yes! You are finally dead.” Jungkook checked his wrist and sighed in delight.
“I never wanted to give you a quick death but to have Y/N… I had to.”
“Now I’ll just have to wait for her to reach your apartment.” He kissed the knife, the blood stained his lips.
“As she should be, by now.” Jungkook aimed the knife towards his arm. “Now to make my plan successful, I’ll have to stab myself.” He swiped the dangerously pointy knife across his right arm.
“It doesn’t hurt that much, surprisingly.” He shrugged, repeating the same thing right across his abdomen, making sure to look convincing for you to believe his,
Bullshit story.
“Baby…. You will finally be mine…”
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You felt like crying.
Being stood up for the sixth time by your boyfriend was embarrassing to say the least, there was a serial killer on the loose, your cousins were lost and It’s Halloween eve and you are crying while standing at your joke of a boyfriends door.
“Open the door, do-il!” You softly knock on the door, trying to control your emotions. Your heart broke, how could he do this to you?!
You knocked again and again.
Until it opened. A hand came out of the door and pulled you in before you could even say anything.
“Do-il you ass! What are you doing!?” You cried as the hand pushed you into his home.
The light bulb made it easier for you to see the man standing so close to you and you gasped.
“J-Jungkook?!?” You almost screamed but the guy hushed you. You looked up and down to take notice of his appearance and a shriek left you.
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU??! A-AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN DO-IL’S APARTMENT?!?”
You were so confused now, what the fuck was wrong with today?? “Y-Y/N hush! Come on. I-I have to show you something!”
Jungkook took you towards the staircase to your boyfriends basement, this was beyond freaky, “where the hell is Do-il?” The man didn’t leave your hand. You looked at Jungkook’s dirty clothes, dirt everywhere. His arm was bleeding furiously.
Just what the hell had happened here?
“Jungkook you’re bleeding!” This was concerning, your heartbeat was dropping as jungkook and you entered the basement.
His hand left yours as you stood in the dark until jungkook turned on the light switch.
The light was bright on your eyes, you blinked twice.
“What the hell.” You cursed as you tried to open them. Your eyes were sensitive, as your vision cleared.
And your knees started to shake, the view infront of you made your world crumble.
“W-Who’s that…” you saw a body in a black cloak, the face was barely covered by a weird face on the mask.
“Go ahead, and see for yourself.” Jungkook didn’t look at you but his gaze was set ahead on the body.
“Go Y/N.” Jungkook urged you on, taking your hand in his once again, your feet taking you near the body.
There was blood oozing out of it.
“J-Jungkook…” you stuttered with fear, the bile in your throat was rising, “this is the serial killer.”
“Park Do-il aka the psycho killer who killed so many people.”
Your brain registered his words, but your body paralysed with shock, goosebumps on your skin rose.
“I got a text about two hours ago… with an unregistered number with this address and a question from a horror movie quiz.”
You listened and listened, your lips sealed, this was crazy, this couldn’t be true.
“I came here because I knew this was your boyfriends house… but as soon as I entered? He attacked me.”
Jungkook stole a glance at you, you were petrified, the colour from your face disappeared.
He felt bad.
“B-But hes t-the one that’s d-dead!”
Jungkook chewed on his inner cheek to stop his frustration from building up, you were so annoyingly smart.
He loved you for that.
“Exactly. He attacked me- he was acting crazy he was going on about how he thought you were cheating on him with me- h-he wanted to kill me and you!”
Jungkook made sure to conceal his tone into one of fear. “H-He even confessed to killing that guy you told me a about! He’s crazy Y/N,
It was all his plan… he was going to kill you- I-I had to protect you.” Jungkook was good actor. The tears came out so easily as he hiccuped.
“H-How could not have known that he was behind all of this?!” Jungkook grabbed your busy, his hands on your shoulders.
His heart hammered so loudly. “I-I c-can’t believe this…. D-Do-il was the killer all along?”
Jungkook wanted to kiss the tears away from your eyes, his plan was almost successful. “Y-Yes! Even I was shocked! I had to kill him before he could kill you Y/N!”
“Don’t scream, baby… it’s okay… I got you. I love you Y/N… I’m sorry I had to kill him.” Jungkook pulled you in for a hug.
Breathing so deeply into your embrace.
“I-I…. thank God you’re safe, kook.” You wrapped your arms around him. “Let’s g-go from here…”
“You did the right thing by killing this psycho bastard…He deserved to die.”
Yes, my 35th and final victim.
Your eyes traveled towards the silver bloodied knife, it was the same one from Jungkook’s apartment.
A buck 120.
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Part of the Yandere Halloween Collab hosted by me. 
Summary: Every year, El Charro Negro comes to claim the debts that are due to him. You’re due to be wed to someone who you don’t love. In the days leading up to your fate, you start having strange dreams.
Word Count: 2,719
Warnings: Yandere, Dream manipulation, talk of the devil and what not, stealing(?), noncon kissing, lmk if I missed anything
A/N: This is very rushed. I’m sorry.
Your gut feeling tells you not to open the book, but curiosity takes over and you do it anyway. The pages are old and yellowed from time, it reminds you of the shop you're standing in right now. It's dark and the humidity makes the air feel heavy. It's a witchcraft shop, you have no idea what drew you in, and you don't even do any witchcraft. But here you are, surrounded by strange liquids and herbs that you have no idea what they are. An older Hispanic woman is standing behind a counter, she hasn’t said much besides a typical greeting when you walk in. There was a book on display at the center of a table, surrounded by candles. The cover was black, decorated with intricate gold patterns, and the spine was showing signs of wear. 
As you open the cover of the book, you notice the markings and words written within, you don’t understand any of it. Perplexed, you turn the pages, only to find more writing that you don’t understand. Finally, there were pages with pictures, some of them written in English. You skimmed through the words, they were stories, some of which you had never heard of. One image, in particular, caught your eye. A man sat on top of a horse, his clothing is that of a classic Mexican charro, but it was his face that really caught your attention, he was handsome, to say the least. His bangs framed his face, his eyes decorated with long lashes. As you continue to analyze the picture, you don't notice the presence at your side. 
"Are you interested in him?" You jump when you hear her voice. She peers at the book and frowns. "Be very careful, these things are real, he likes girls like you." At this point, you're very creeped out. You feel your stomach sink as you take in her words, but you quickly snap out of it and compose yourself. "Sorry but what do you mean?" She looks at you and continues, "El Charro Negro was a poor farmer who sold his soul to the devil to obtain riches and luxuries, once it was time to pay up he tried to run, but no one can outrun the devil himself, he now wanders on his horse as the devil's debt collector. He takes money from men and steals away girls like you. He's a very charming man so you best be careful." After taking a moment to process her words, you quickly set the book down and speed walk to the door. 
Before you leave, you turn to look at the woman "Thanks for sharing the story… but I don't believe in things like that. I should go." You step out the door and practically run for your life. The woman just looks at you running out and mutters to herself, "Esa niña no sabe de lo que está hablando. (That girl doesn't know what she's talking about)" 
Walking into your apartment, you see your roommate, James, sitting on the couch intently playing video games. You set down your bags on the table and walk into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. Winding down and mulling over your experience earlier today, you reassure yourself that it was just a story and that creatures like that don't exist. You're not sure why that story left such an impression on you. You're still thinking about how beautiful the picture of El Charro Negro was. It seems like your instincts aren't on your side today because you don't notice your roommates' presence beside you. It isn't until he waves his hand in front of your face and you finally turn your focus to him. 
"You good?" He asks. "Yeah, I just had this super weird experience today." "Oh yeah? Wanna share what happened?" You decide to tell him about your strange encounter with the store, the lady, and the book. Once you're done, James looks confused "Are you seriously tweaking over some weird lady and a story?" "Look, I know it sounds ridiculous but hear me out, it just feels weird, like, I can't shake off this anxious feeling." "Dude, it's not that serious. Let's go play some games, order some food and forget that weird encounter." James grabs your hand and drags you over to the living room. Maybe you are overthinking it. It's like you said earlier, these legends aren't real, right? 
After playing a couple rounds and filling your bellies with food, you feel ready to turn yourself in for the night. It's gotten late and you had fun but sleep is calling your name. After doing your nighttime routine and sliding into bed, you forget all about what happened today and fall into slumber. 
You're dreaming, either that or you must be dead because there's no way you traveled to the place you're standing in right now. Taking a look around, you find yourself in a plaza. There are shops lined up in the street but no one is around. The more time you spend there, the more uneasy you feel. You decide that there's no point in standing around and waiting for something to happen so you start to walk to one of the shops and open the door. You pull the handle but it doesn't budge, it's locked. You try to peer into one of the windows but it's foggy and hard to see. Not to mention the time of day isn't helping either. It's the dead of night and the only thing lighting your path are dim streetlights and the glow of the full moon over your head. You would say that it's a clear and beautiful night. No clouds and hundreds of stars light up the sky. You keep moving forward. It seems like life does hate you because all of the shops are closed. You try reading the signs around you but it's all foreign. Indecipherable to you because it's all written in Spanish. 
The more time you spend looking around the more confused you get. This must be some crazy dream, right? You keep moving forward and eventually find yourself in front of a cemetery. Great, now you're being set up to be murdered. You peer at the gravestones, not bothering to try and read any of the writing on them. Some of them appear to be pretty old. Suddenly, you hear a melodic deep voice. "Care to take a ride with me?" You jump and turn to look at the source. Looking back at you, as if it was an illusion, is the man from the book you saw. 
Completely shocked, you stare back with wide eyes and keep your mouth shut. You can't speak even if you wanted to. The man stares back with a small smile. He's perched on top of a black horse, who's hooves you didn't hear earlier now that you think about it. You can barely process it. The more you think about it, the more confusing everything gets. Why are you here? And where did this gorgeous man come from? Yup, definitely a dream, or so you hope. 
After a spell of silence, the man finally speaks again, "I'm sorry to startle you Señorita, but I was just passing by and I couldn't help but approach such a beauty like yourself." What did he say? Beauty? You can't remember the last time someone used that word to describe you. Finally, you find your voice and speak up, "Me?" "Why of course", he responds. " It's not every day that the stars above bless me with the sight of a beautiful woman, oh just being within the presence of an angel such as yourself brings me joy like no other." He flashes a grin, showing his teeth. It's cute, but now you feel yourself heating up. It's not every day someone speaks to you like that. Especially not someone as handsome as the man in front of you. But you have questions that need answers. "Um, if you don't mind me asking, who are you?" "I have many names but you can call me Taehyung, and what might your name be?" "I'm Y/n." "A pretty name for a pretty lady. Nice to meet you Y/n." His hand reaches out to shake yours, you assume. As you reach out, he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. 
Ok, now you're even more weirded out. You pull your hand back and suddenly, you remember the words of the woman you spoke to. You were so distracted by everything going on around you and getting wrapped up in Taehyung's words that you forgot all about the fact that the man in front of you is in fact, El Charro Negro. If your heart rate wasn't sky rocketing before, it is now. Your face must have given away your realization because Taehyung's expression changes to one of worry. "Uh oh, I can't have you thinking bad thoughts, pretty ladies like you don't deserve that." He snaps his fingers and your eyes snap open as you sit up. 
Taking a moment to catch your breath and view your surroundings, you realize that you're back in your bedroom, the morning light shining through the curtains. Suddenly, the door to your room bursts open, and a very distressed-looking James comes in. "Y/n! Did you happen to see some money that I placed on the table?!" As if on cue, goosebumps rise on your skin. It can't be him, can it? This is getting ridiculous. It has to be some kind of joke. James is pacing around, his eyes darting around looking for his money. "Um, I haven't seen it. Maybe you misplaced it?" "Yeah, maybe that's it." He takes a breath and walks out. 
It's only been a day and you already want this to stop. You rush over to the shop from yesterday. The moment you walk in, the woman doesn't even greet you. She just had this "I told you so" look on her face. "You have to help me." "No can do muchacha. El Charro does what he needs to do." "At least get him to leave my friend alone" "He's paid his dues with him, if he sticks around then that means he's after you." You hope that Taehyung hasn't become infatuated with you. There should be no other reason for him to stay right? 
The ball of anxiety in your abdomen still hasn't disappeared. Even when you’re back home and James had calmed down. "I must have lost the money, I know you wouldn't steal from me so maybe I forgot where I put it. Sorry for scaring you earlier." He says. "What was the money for anyway?" You respond. "I was planning on sending it to my family back home but I guess that'll have to wait." You can't seem to catch a break. You feel terrible about what happened but you can't bring yourself to tell him what happened, he would never believe you. 
That night, you dread the mere thought of closing your eyes. What if he was waiting for you? What if he never left? Can you fight him off and tell him to leave? You don't even know where to start. The constant racing thoughts in your mind tire you out to the point that you can no longer fight to keep your eyes open and fall into the darkness. 
Once again, you're dreaming. At the same place and same time of day. Except, this time, the street lights are on at the plaza. There are lots of people, lots of them. Bright decor covers the buildings, music plays from a live band, and people are dancing, laughing, and talking. The complete opposite of the ghost town you had first encountered. You feel yourself lighten up a little as you walk closer to the scene. This isn't so bad, you can enjoy this. You don't see Taehyung around so it should be fine, right? 
You walk through the bodies of people, taking in the scenery, and you find yourself making eye contact with the man you had been wanting to avoid all this time. A little off into the distance, Taehyung, still on top of his horse, looks on at the crowd. Once he sees you, he smiles and makes his way down. Again, you don't hear his movements. You try to turn back and lose yourself in the crowd but he calls to you, "Y/n". Everything goes silent, the music stops, and the people stop dancing. They all turn to look at the exchange between you and Taehyung. You want to cry, the man you had wanted to avoid has now called you out in front of all these people and now everyone is watching, waiting for the next move. 
For the first time, Taehyung gets off his horse and walks towards you. It feels as though time had stopped when he took those few steps to reach you. Once he's standing in front of you, he reaches out and grabs your hand, he kneels on the ground and kisses your hand. While looking up at you he says, " I'm so glad you're here with me, you see, everyone is celebrating beneath the symphony of the stars because they are happy about our union." What. What the hell is going on? At his words, everyone around him starts to cheer and the music starts again, everyone turns their attention from the both of you and goes back to their festivities. 
You're still shocked, this can't be happening. Finally, Taehyung stands up and moves his face closer to yours. "My pretty lady, I knew you had to be mine the moment I sensed your energy. Now we can be together forever, I will work for eternity to keep you happy." The butterflies in your stomach are so wrong. This is so wrong. What is he talking about? What does he mean by the union? Are you getting married? Taehyung's hand reaches out to caress your hair. "I know you probably don't want to be with me but to be honest… " He chuckles. "I don't care." Your heartbeat shot up at his words, but he kept talking. "You see, I know you know who I am and what I do. I like pretty things, expensive things. I collect them. And like it or not, you will be part of my collection, a part of me." You finally find the words to speak, trying to protest this, to hold on to your last bit of sanity. "But why? What's going to happen? Why can't you just leave me alone?" Taehyung takes off his hat and moves closer to you. You can feel his breath on your face. He responds, "Don't worry your pretty head about that, just know that I will take care of you. You don't have a choice. I've waited centuries to find the perfect partner. And now that I have my chance, I won't be letting go." As he speaks the last sentence, he roughly grabs your chin and brings you even closer to his face, his lips just a hair away from touching yours. 
You can feel tears welling up in your eyes. But your sorrow is drowned out by the music and laughter of everyone around you. "Now, why don't we seal our love with a kiss? It's only natural." And just like that, your fate is sealed. His lips connect with yours, their soft but cold, lifeless, but there's no denying the fire burning through you, is it because of some sort of weird magic? Or is this how you feel? You hate this feeling. You manage to push away from him, tears streaming down your face. "Aww, don't cry, pretty lady, this is just the beginning. Now that we have finally shared a piece of each other, ni la muerte nos puede separar. (Not even death can do us part.)" 
He snaps his fingers and suddenly you open your eyes once again and find yourself lying on the back of someone. You can feel yourself sitting on top of a horse. Silently moving as the moon lights the path. You hear the whistling of an unfamiliar tune as your eyes shut once more. 
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Hollow Love
Jimin x Fem!Reader 
Summary - Deep underground inside a government funded lab you’ve been working on something you shouldn’t. The thirst for creation and control right under your fingertips, you decide the time for human trials is now. The team is hesitant but with funding threatening to run out you refuse to stop until you’ve created the ultimate weapon. You’ve been playing God for too long so it’s only natural your newest experiment is about to backfire.
Genre - Yandere/Horror (Hollow Man AU) 
Warnings - Yandere themes, horror themes, animal testing, medical and human experimentation, mentions of past failed experiments, swearing, blood, agression, suggestive, kissing, death (minor characters only), reader is egotistical, etc etc
Word Count - 6.5K
A/N - This is part of the Fear Festival Collab hosted by @taetaecherub. I hope you like it and please check out the other writers' works! <3
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    Pulling up to the undercover parking lot in your blue 1967 Jaguar E-Type Series I, you greet the guard at the front before swiping your ID card and driving to your assigned spot. One of the lights is dancing against the grey concrete as you make the short walk towards the elevator.
    “All the money put into this place and we still have flickering lights,” you muse under your breath. You shake your head as you step into the elevator, swipe your ID card again and press the down button. “Do I have to do everything around here?”
    The elevator hums as it starts its journey below. Today is an important day and you won’t let anything or anyone ruin your vibe. The team doesn’t know it yet, but today you plan to start human testing.
    The doors ping open, revealing the underground lab while that familiar hospital smell hits you. Chemicals. Unlike the dirty world above you, everything is clean. White. Pristine. No flickering lights down here, only the newest technology and the best team this side of the equator.
    Five years of research and testing had finally led you to this moment. Five years and countless dead rats, all a sacrifice to the greater good. You didn’t like harming animals but in the name of science you did what was necessary. In this lab you are God and those who don’t bend to your will pay the price.
    But you don’t like to dwell on the mishaps.
    Stage two had been quicker, with a bleeding heart vet on your team there wasn’t much room for failure if you wanted to keep the tests going. Not that she could shut you down, no one could, but if you wanted the best you needed to be the best and that’s just what you are.
    “Good morning,” one of the techs says as you round the corner towards the operating room. Which one was it? Did it matter? Tech one and tech two did their jobs without complaint and that’s something to be admired.
    “Is everything set up?”
    “Everything is set up and Chi-Ki is ready to go, we’re just waiting for you.”
    The gorilla. They named her. They named them all. You don’t really see the point in names. With so many it's hard to keep track of them all and it tends to clutter your brain. That’s something you don’t need. But you let them have their little wins – it keeps them happy.
    “Morning boss."
    He walks in with a smile. Jimin. The one who wouldn’t let you forget who he was. Drilling it into your head every day until you finally remembered it. He was not only one of the most promising physicists in his field, but he was also something of a computer genius. It came as no surprise when he asked to join your team last year when there was an opening. An unfortunate accident, one separate from the lab.
    You nod and he continues, “You look dazzling today as per usual.”
    “Yes, I know,” you offer, walking past him towards the cleaning station. The scalding hot water causes you to wince and pull back as one of the technicians (what the fuck was his name again?) apologises. By the time you're suited up everyone else is already inside the room waiting for you.
    Two technicians, one female and one male, stand next to what appears to be an empty hospital bed with a few wires woven across the sheets connecting a heart monitor that’s beating at a regular pace. Thick black straps hover above the operating table, rising and lowering about an inch every two seconds or so.
    Jimin hands you a pair of thermal infrared glasses which you slide on to reveal the heat signature of Chi-Ki laying back against the bed, a bed which will soon be used as an operating table. The vet wanted the gorilla to feel at ease, to be comfortable. As long as she does her job you can humour her with the comfort of the beast. Even now she is whispering soothing words of encouragement to the gorilla as the others fawn over it, checking to make sure all its stats are in order.
    At this point you were only able to make it to 48 hours before the change had to be reversed. Being invisible had some interesting side effects that needed to be ironed out. The aggression was something you hadn’t expected. The improved motor skills was a pleasant surprise, one that the government would no doubt buy in to. This was your life’s work after all so why shouldn’t you be paid for it accordingly?
    If you could just get the side effects to straighten themselves out, you could have the subjects stay in their concealed state a little longer. It would be easier to understand what was happening once you could talk to the subject. You needed to start human testing.
    “Hello, this is God speaking,” a voice over the intercom interjects over the fuss of the room, eliciting a snicker from the tech with the long, thick hair. Hair that you had fought with her over. This is a lab, not a beauty school. She secures it to the nape of her neck when she notices your stare.
    The mousy scientist in the glass box overseeing the operation room above you likes to make his opinion on what you’re doing here known on a daily basis, starting up with his nonsense once more, “Since this is kind of my domain as, you know, God, I feel it’s my responsibility to remind you yet again that this is not the natural order of things.”
    “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m God, not you.” Ignoring the silence in the room you slide off your glasses, tossing them towards Jimin who catches them midair, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s hurry up and make sure it works. Get us a vein.”
    The vet ties a tourniquet around an empty space which you assume is the gorilla's arm while the female tech hands her a bottle of spray paint (animal friendly of course) which she sprays across the animal’s arm. Purple paint glistens, hovering above the empty bed as she smacks the spot below it a few times to reveal a plump vein.
    “Vein’s prepped.”
    The male tech secures the neon orange substance to the thick needle, pulling back on the apparatus to push the serum into the waiting slot. He moves towards the gorilla before you clear your throat. Lips pursed and brow raised, you hold out your hand. He relents, handing you the serum with a tight smile. Holding the needle with two hands, you inject the liquid into the gorilla's vein with minimal resistance.
    “Injection occurred at zero eight forty-seven,” Jimin notates behind you as you untie the tourniquet and step back to watch the neon substance travel up towards the heart before pumping out towards the other veins inside the creature's body.
    “Elevated heartbeat,” the vet says as the anxious animal's nervous system hovers above the bed, continuing to spread out across the expanse of the gorilla's body.
    “Bioelectric energy and quantum shift indicators are stable,” the mouse man adds from above as the spine becomes visible quickly followed by the brain stem and then the brain itself.
    “It’s working – it’s actually working.”
    “Of course it is.”
    The gorilla roars, interrupting your triumph.
    “Heart rates up. She’s scared,” the vet says as the monitor spits out high-pitched tones. “It’s okay, baby.”
    “Subject began manifesting almost immediately, protocols acting quickly,” you say as muscles start forming all while the monitors chirp in the background.
    “Blood pressure is crashing! Her pulse is high.” The gorilla growls, rocking back and forth in an attempt to break free from her constraints, the previous sedative wearing off due to the pain. The troubled sounds are familiar, yet still cause your flesh to break out in goosebumps as the beast increases the intensity of her cries. “It’s her heart.”
    “I got an erratic heartbeat,” the mouse adds as if the whole team down here can’t already hear the monitors freaking out. “Activities going through the roof.”
    “She’s going into cardiac arrest!"
    “Get the defib!” The techs grab the defibrillator as the ribs start to curl around the gorilla's body.
    “Flat line! We’re losing her.”
    “No we’re not,” you say softly. “Hit her!”
    Sliding gel across the paddles, one of the techs yells out, “Clear!”
    A heartbeat flashes across the monitor before it flatlines once more. “Again.”
    “Clear!”
    The muscles are now almost completely formed as you yell, “Again!”
    “Wait! No, we got it,” the vet says pushing the team back with the side of her arm. The heartbeat flickers back on the monitor as the team surveys the scene. “Still erratic… but… it’s stabilising!”
    The techs smile at each other as skin and fur start to spread across the gorilla who sighs, resting back against the bed. It worked.
    Of course it did.
    “Brain activity returning to normal,” the mouse says from his little glass room above you. “Quantum signatures are stable.”
    “Welcome back, Chi-Ki,” Jimin says, beaming over at you as the rest of the team erupts out in cheers. “You did it.”
    “Of course I did. I don’t know how to lose.”
    Later that day while sipping on a cup of last night's leftover coffee for a much needed pick me up, you look over the data when you hear the echoing tap of footfalls from down the corridor. It’s Jimin.
    “Thirsty?”
    “Obviously,” you say between sips, not bothering to look up from the paperwork. “Why would I drink this putrid shit if it wasn’t an emergency?”
    “You need to get out more. We could go grab something to eat?”
    That gets your attention. You glance over at him – he’s grinning from ear to ear, all teeth and cheeks. It’s almost infectious. Almost.
    “I don’t–"
    Before you can finish you’re interrupted by the boisterous chatter of the rest of the team walking into the room. They congratulate you as they all file in with a bottle of wine in hand.
    “Come on, boss. You can’t celebrate with that,” one of the techs says pointing towards your drink.
    “We should go out but we know you wouldn’t want to so we brought the celebration to you.”
    “Celebrate?” You toss the paperwork onto the table and stand up, your hands slamming down against the cool surface as you stare across the room at the others. “Exactly what is there to celebrate?” The techs exchange glances, one of them slides the wine into the fridge. “We need to move onto stage three.”
    “Stage three?”
    “Yes, we need to start human trials.”
    “Isn’t that a bit fast?”
    “I want to know what it’s like. I need to know. I have to know how it feels,” you say, holding your hands up. Brushing your thumbs against your fingers you wonder if it will feel the same once you’re invisible. Will everything feel the same? It’s been nagging at the back of your mind since you started stage one.
    “You want to be the subject?” The mousy one narrows his eyes, shaking his head as he motions to the tech beside him. “A little help here?”
    “What, are you a guinea pig?” the tech jokes.
    “If I’m the ‘guinea pig’, as you so eloquently put it, you can blame anything that goes wrong on me,” you answer with a shrug.
    “Moving this fast is bad science no matter who the guinea pig is,” Jimin says. “This is ridiculous and I won’t let you do it.”
    “Let me?” you ask, raising your brow and squaring your shoulders as you take a step towards him. “And how do you plan to stop me?”
    “You think I can’t?” He matches your stance leaning close. “Go ahead and try me.”
    “You don’t think I can’t replace you in an instant?”
    “I’ll not so easily be replaced,” he says, a look of determination you’ve seen many times flashing across his eyes and settling into his stance as he leans in closer. “Just try and get rid of me, boss. See what happens.”
    “Come on guys, let’s not fight,” the mouse says as the male tech places his arm between you and Jimin, breaking the moment of defiance.
    “I want to start right away,” you begin before the room erupts into a chaos of indistinguishable words and incoherent sounds. Raising your voice, you continue, “And I don’t need anyone's permission. In fact, I don’t need anyone to help me, but I would appreciate it if you did.”
    “There’s no way anyone is agreeing to this.”
    “I mean, Jimin, can we really stop her?” the mouse asks.
    “It’s better to have people in the room with her if she’s going to act crazy like this,” the female tech adds, her hair feathered out across her shoulders.
    “I don’t think this is a good idea.” The vet bites her lip looking at each of the people in the room before continuing, “but it will be dangerous to do it alone.”
    “Are you serious?” Jimin asks, his fists clenched. “Or are you all fucking stupid? Wasn’t it you Doc who brought up how aggressive Chi-Ki became the longer she was invisible? And what about Cotton? Remember what he did to you?"
    “That wasn’t his fault!” the vet hollers the words before catching herself. “I mean, he’s just an animal.”
    “I’m not putting this on them. I know he didn’t mean it, Doc. It’s not the animals – it’s the serum. Doesn’t anyone see an issue here? Am I the only sane person left on this God forsaken team?” Jimin looks around the room incredulously. “Are you really going to let this happen?”
    “No, we–”
    “Then we’ll just have to make sure you bring me back before I get to that point,” you say, standing up. “I’ve looked over the data and it checks out. I want to start human trials and I want to start them tonight.”
    Ignoring Jimin’s protests, you lead the team back to the operation room, yelling out orders over your shoulder as excitement starts to trickle across your skin. It’s about to happen. After five years of watching lower beasts disappear and reappear you can finally try it out yourself. You are about to do something that no one else in the vast history of humankind has ever even attempted before. You are about to become immortal. Everyone will know your name, you will live on forever through this one act. You will become the first and everyone always remembers their first.
    One of the techs grabs the vial with the blue serum and connects it to the needle with a sigh before turning towards you as the other tech starts to strap you in. Jimin pushes her out of the way, quickly unbuckling the strap before loosening his own tie. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and says, “I’ll do it. Let me do it.”
    “What?”
    “It’s ridiculous to have you test it.” He holds up a hand before continuing, “What if something goes wrong? We need you to make sure it works first, then you can try it.”
    “It’s not about trying it,” you mutter as he pulls you up, his fingers lingering against your wrist for a moment before he slips off his undershirt and jumps up on the operating chair. It’s a hideous shade of brown, something akin to what you might have found in an old decrepit school lost to the past. All the other ‘operating tables’ (call a spade a spade, they were beds, of the finest quality) were being used by other subjects. “Are you sure about this? What if something goes wrong?”
    “Don’t jinx me, boss,” he says with a grin as he wriggles out of his pants with a wink. “Don’t get shy on me now. Strap me in.”
    Once he’s secured, the vet gets his vein ready and the serum is handed to you. You look around the room, everyone is silent. They’re waiting on you. Jimin gives you a nod.
    You inject the serum.
    “Injection administered at nineteen twenty-three. Feel anything?”
    “No. Nothing.”
    “Vitals are stable.”
    “Recheck the–”
    The heart monitor picks up in pace as Jimin arches in pain, a grimace across his face. “I was hoping it wouldn't hurt this much,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
    Gasping, your mouth falls open. You’ve seen it before–albeit on animals, not on a human–but it still leaves you bewildered. It’s breathtaking. Flawless skin peeling back to reveal muscle. No, not peeling. Disappearing, as if ceasing to exist. You’ve never really looked at Jimin before, not enough to notice just how perfect his skin truly is. It’s almost a shame.
    “Brainwaves are spiking"—the voice of doom from above pulls you out of your thoughts—"on the verge of seizure.”
    “Pulse is climbing. 165. 170.”
    “Blood pressure is 180 over 110,” the vet says, looking over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes as if this is somehow all your fault. “He’s gonna blow out his heart.”
    “Grab the paddles,” you order, your fingers sliding across the skin of Jimin’s arm which is now completely transparent, the muscles beneath on vivid display. He groans, tossing his head back and forth, his features scrunching up.
    “Bioelectric in the red,” the voice of doom is back but you hardly notice, instead your attention is on the way your hands dance across firm flesh that doesn’t appear to be there. You can feel his arm under your fingertips but as the muscles start to fade away there’s less space between what you can feel and what you can see.
    “Pulse is 180 and holding,” the vet says.
    You look back up to Jimin's face and realise he’s stopped thrashing about, his eyes (or rather his eyeballs which are hovering in the air as his facial muscles pull back, leaving a clear view of the nerves around them) are facing you. Still and quiet, he’s calm as you share a knowing look:
    You’re making history. You’re changing the world.
    “Pulse is dropping. 170. 160. 150. All vitals are dropping back to normal.” Interlocking your fingers with Jimin's, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you let yourself get swept up in the utter insanity of the moment. Who else can say they’ve felt what you’re feeling right now? “Pulse is 110. Blood pressure 130 over 75.”
    “Quantum readings normal. Electrical activity is stabilising.”
    “You’re the first, Jimin,” you whisper, trying to ignore that nagging feeling of envy gurgling deep within and instead start to loosen the constraints on his wrists. “What does it feel like?”
    “It’s nice,” he mutters. After a few moments of silence you realise he’s passed out. Clicking your tongue you give him a pat on his arm. It’s okay for now, you’ll let him rest – he’s been through a lot. You have plenty of time to ask questions when he wakes up.
    “We did it!” one of the techs says, his hand held up waiting for you to reciprocate. The sound of skin on skin is followed by a gasp from behind. Turning, you’re accosted by the rest of the team, even Mouse has come down from his room to congratulate you. They stare at you, their eyes fluttering from you to the tech before they continue with their conversations.
    “I can’t believe it actually worked,” the vet says, hooking up fluids to Jimin as Mouse throws a blanket over him. “It was touch and go there for a minute, wasn’t it?”
    “Yes,” you agree, watching the way the soft material raises and lowers as if something is under it, and you know there is. Each inhale lifts the blanket before it drops back with each exhale. It’s hypnotic.
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    Later that night you’re woken by an animalistic wail and the sound of shattered glass as you snap up from the table you were slumped over. One of the animals? But they’re so far away. No. Not one of them.
    “Jimin?” You press the call button to allow your voice to travel the small distance to the next room over separated by a thick plexiglass. He was moved to the observation room after a few hours of solid rest. You must have fallen asleep while you were keeping an eye over him. "Was that you?”
    Now where did you put the infrared glasses?
    “My eyelids. They’re transparent. I can’t close them.”
    “Oh.” Because of course they are. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Obviously they are. You dim the lights in his room to the lowest setting before digging into your bag and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. You jog over to the door. Opening it, the hinges let out a wispy creak as you hold them out. “Try this.”
    A shadow walks towards you and you almost yell out before you realise it’s Jimin. Well, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His fingers are cold as they swoop the glasses out of your hand before sliding them onto his head. They hover and you can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of the image.
    “What?”
    “It’s just… there’s nothing. They’re floating.”
    “I’m still here you know,” he says, his voice low as he walks over to the mirror. It’s too dark to see much so you turn on the light from your phone to illuminate the room. “Huh.”
    “It’s weird, right?” you ask and he starts to laugh, the chequered blanket shaking as he does so. “We’ll get used to it.”
    “I hope not,” he says, walking back towards the doorway. “I don’t plan to stay like this for long.”
    “Right. Of course.” He drops the blanket and glasses with a chuckle. “Jimin?” Backing out of the room, you turn your head towards what sounds like breathing before snapping your head towards a chuckle. “This isn’t funny.”
    Something grazes the small of your back but by the time you turn, you hear him whistling from the space you had just been looking at. Clenching your fists, you turn again and stick your hands out in front of you. You spin a few times, arms splayed but feel nothing.
    “Where are you?”
    “I’m behind you,” he whispers next to your ear but when you reach out he’s already moved. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.”
    “I’m not angry,” you pant, slicing out your hands in a feeble attempt to catch him. When he tuts, you continue, “I’m not. I’m frustrated. There’s a difference.”
    “Then I guess you’re cute when you’re frustrated,” he says, his fingers sliding up your arm. This time when you reach out for him your fingers clasp around his wrist.
    “Got you!”
    “Yeah, I guess you do,” he whispers, his lips brushing up against your neck.
    Lifting your arm, your fingers brush back against his silky hair as his arms circle your chest. Frowning, you try to remember what colour his hair is before you’re lifted up. A surprised gasp exits your lips as your legs dangle under you. Was Jimin always this strong? Is this a side effect?
    “We need to run tests. We–"
    The words are cut off by his lips on yours. It’s otherworldly. Like kissing a ghost, only this ghost is still very much alive. When your eyes flicker open you see nothing, only the other side of the hall, a white wall with nothing adorning it except for the fire extinguisher a few metres to your left.
    Is it because you can’t see him? The kiss itself is electric, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as your back slams against the wall, your leg curling around his waist as you lean into the kiss, deepening it. His fingers snake inside your blouse, his fingers dancing across your skin as you arch back with a moan.
    “What’s going on?” It’s the vet.
    “Nothing.” You push back against Jimin and straighten your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt.
    “I don’t think it’s advisable to do anything that might get Jimin’s heart rate up until we run a few more tests.”
    “Of course,” you respond with a tight smile. Ignoring the heat flooding across your cheeks you motion towards the doorway. “We also need to dim the lights throughout the facility. Can you have someone do that?”
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    “Nothing’s happening. Why isn’t it working?”
    After hours of testing, questionnaires and experiments, you were back in the operation room. The same formula that worked to bring Chi-Ki back from her bout of invisibility had brought Jimin what he described as liquid lava running across his skin and an outline of what looked like bone fragments scattered across the operating table before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
    “I don’t know. It’s probably a flaw in the biological makeup between the two species. It must not be as simple as we thought it would be.”
    “Then why did it work in the first place?” you groan, bent over the data from the previous successes. “What was different from the initial serum compared to this one?”
    “This is why I didn’t want you to do this on yourself." The floating sunglasses are now accompanied with a pair of baby blue scrubs.
    “We shouldn’t have tried it on anyone. It wasn’t ready for human testing.”
    “Well, actually, it did work…”
    “It only works if we can get the subject back from their invisible state,” you say, rubbing your eyes before stretching out your neck.
    “Subject?” The sombre word is muttered. You ignore it, that and the look the vet sends your way as you continue to scour the data. There’s something you missed. You need to figure it out.
    “Well, we better figure it out quickly. I think it was irresponsible not to talk about the possible side effects before we went ahead with this,” the vet says, pushing her chair back to stand. She walks over to the small fridge on the other side of the room and fishes out a beer. The clink of the can as she opens it has you salivating. “The other ‘subjects’ showed obvious signs of aggression when kept in this form for too long. We don’t have long if we want–"
    “Thank you, Doc. I appreciate the obvious observation that I’m sure everyone in the room is currently worried about. Why don’t you stick to looking after the animals and leave the science to the scientists?” The room is silent. Raising a brow, you dare her to say something else. When she shrugs and offers a taut smile, you continue to the rest of the team, “Go on then. We don’t have time to waste. Go figure it out.”
    One by one they stand and start to file out of the room until you’re alone. Maybe. If the abandoned scrubs on the ground are anything to go by. Sighing, you lean across the table for the infrared glasses. Before you can put them on you feel fingers massaging your shoulders.
    “I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy being sans clothes as much as you seem to.”
    “It’s fun. I can be anywhere and no one knows. It’s exhilarating.”
    “I bet.”
    “No need to stress out on my behalf,” Jimin says as his thumbs dig into your tight neck muscles. You wince. “It’s not that bad really. Don’t worry about me – I’m still feeling fine.”
    “I’m glad you are fine, Jimin, but I’m not actually worried about you,” you say, shrugging your shoulders to get him to stop. “I’m worried about the experiment. I’m anxious to get this to work. I hate that it isn’t working.”
    “Oh.”
    “I feel like a fool. I don’t know what I’ve missed but it’s really fucking annoying. You know?” Jimin hums an affirmation. “I need to be alone. I need to figure this out. Those idiots won’t be able to do this themselves. It’s something I need to figure out on my own. Can you go?”
    “Sure. Yeah,” he says, his voice small. As he walks out the door you hear him mutter something about being a scientist as well. It’s not a problem you need to think about right now. The data isn’t helping. Something is wrong. Something isn’t right.
    “Fuck!” What is it? What did you do wrong? Throwing the paperwork across the table you let it scatter across the floor and start to pace around the room. A cough interrupts your thoughts. “What now, Jimin–”
    “Not Jimin,” one of the techs says with a shrug. He’s holding an iced coffee. How long had you been stuck in an endless loop of staring at data with nothing to show for it? The coffee shop is close to the lab but still. As if you’re trying to hold water with your hands, it’s slipping through your fingers, time is passing you by. “I thought you might need one of these.”
    “Oh God, yes,” you say, jogging over to him. The cold liquid is like a drug; with just one sip you can feel it pumping through your veins, bringing you back to life. “You’re a lifesaver.”
    “I figured it’s the least I can do,” he says, with a lopsided smile. “I mean it’s not like Jimin could go get it in his state.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, we wouldn’t want to raise any questions with the way he looks,” he says, with a chuckle. When your frown deepens, he continues. “Well, Jimin usually gets you your coffee.”
    “Does he?” Now that you think about it, it does feel like something he does. “Yeah, right. Wouldn’t want to scare anyone up there. Can you imagine?”
    “It would be hilarious.”
    “It would though, wouldn’t it?” Imagining the shocked faces as Jimin tries to order an iced coffee has you cracking up. The male tech quickly joins in.
    “Well, I guess I better leave you to it…” His words fade away as he looks back over his shoulder down at his hand which you have encircled with your own. “Is something wrong?”
    “I just wanted to see what it felt like. It’s been awhile,” you say, pulling your hand back. “I wanted to test something. I wanted to see if it was so very different from someone who’s invisible.”
    “Invisible? Oh.” He turns back, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. “And just what did you do with said invisible individual?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Nothing?”
    “Not much,” you say sipping on your iced coffee, the condensation starting to trickle down your fingers.
    “Like this?” He holds up his hand and you take the cue to interlock your fingers together. “Does it feel different?”
    “It feels cold. But it’s probably because of the drink.” He nods in agreement as he places your coffee down on the table.
    “What else?”
    “Hmm? Oh, just this,” you say sliding your fingers through his hair, your face mere inches from his. Right as you’re about to pull back you hear what sounds like a metal platter fall to the ground. You both rush out into the hall but there’s nothing there except a steel table that’s toppled over. “That’s weird.”
    The tech puts on a pair of infrared glasses and looks up and down the hall before shaking his head. “He’s not here.”
    “Well, I’m sure it didn’t fall by itself.”
    As you're putting it back to its original position you hear a scream from further within the lab. The tech looks at you for a moment before running in the direction of the yell. You follow. As you round the corner you see the other tech on the ground, she’s holding her left elbow.
    “What happened?”
    “Jimin pushed me.”
    “How do you know it was Jimin?” the male tech asks.
    “Who else? Someone came through here muttering under their breath and when I turned to see who it was I was pushed aside. I slammed my elbow against the wall. There was no one there. It had to be him,” she says as the vet and Mouse come running over.
    As she explains what happened you grab the infrared glasses from the male tech. Looking around you count the heat spots. Tech one. Tech two. Mouse. Vet. And someone else.
    “Let’s get her to the medical bay,” you say, as you take the glasses off. You point towards the mouse and the tech. “And you two go and see if you can find Jimin.”
    As the others disappear down the hall, you pull the glasses back on. He’s still here.
    “Are you two together?”
    “What makes you think what?”
    “How long have you been fucking him?” Jimin’s voice is laced with venom.
    “Does it matter if I had?”
    “You belong to me.”
    “No, I don’t. You think I owe you something? I don’t owe you anything.” You start to turn but fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Let me go.”
    “You think I’ll let you run off to your boyfriend like a little whore?” His grip tightens and you wince, pushing back against his chest as you try to dislodge him.
    “As if I would. I’m not interested in him anymore than I’m interested in you. You’re both beneath me!”
    “You ungrateful bitch,” he says, lifting you up and tossing you like you're a frisbee. You crash against the other side of the hall with a crunch before crying out as pain radiates out from your hip. A hand pats your hair before gripping the side of your head and smacking you back against the wall. Your brain rattles inside your head as he cracks the back of your head against the cold ground again. As your vision blurs he says, “Shh. Hush baby. I’m doing this for us. This is how much I love you.”
    Once more blow against the wall and everything fades to black.
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    Pain. No, not pain, agony. Agony wakes you. Blood drips down the back of your head as a musical of misery spasms within your brain. Reaching out towards the wall you push yourself up as your head pounds insistent and consistent, a song that’s offkey. Swaying on your feet you stick to the wall as you make your way down towards the medical bay.
    The lights are buzzing and the hallway is spinning, but it’s empty. At least as far as you can tell. You edge along the corridor until you see the plaque that reads Medical. Pushing the door ajar you slump to the ground and ease yourself inside. Why is your body so heavy?
    “Hello?” The word is foreign-sounding, as if it came from far away, from someone else. Coughing, you say it again as you crawl along the ground until your fingers feel something slick under them. Frowning as you inspect the maroon substance, you pull your fingers close to your face. Copper. It’s blood.
    Taking a deep breath you try to clear your head as you look further into the room. There’s a puddle of blood in the middle of the room next to what you assume was tech one. Her long hair is matted crimson, her face unrecognisable, concaved into itself. As you climb up the wall you notice the vet on the far side of the room, her face is stretched out in supernatural proportions, pulled into an eternal howl of despair. Like the painting. Forever screaming.
    There’s no point trying to see if the others are still alive. You don’t really care if they are or not anyway. If it’s fight or flight, you will always choose flight. You won’t be stuck like some stupid horror movie herione left to fight the villain by yourself as the people around you are picked off one by one.
    Using the walls for support you fumble your way back towards the main hall. The elevator is within view when you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Looking back you see nothing and scold yourself for not remembering the infrared glasses. Tears well up in your eyes both from pain and stress. You need to make a run for it.
    Searing pain slices up your side from your hip as you hobble down the hall as fast as you’re able towards the elevator, your heart beating erratic inside your head, adding to the song of agony now on repeat. Each step is torture. Each step brings you that much closer. You dare not look behind you. You wouldn’t see anything even if you did. He’s back there, you just can’t see him.
    Pressing the down button, you stain it red. It pings open. You lunge into the elevator with an anxious squawk as you slam your fingers against the close button. Panting, you press it repeatedly as you gulp down air. There’s not enough oxygen; you can’t breathe. The box starts to tick and you clench your fists into tight balls as the doors ease closed.
    Swallowing hard you look around the lift, your heart still racing. You strike your arms back and forth in the small space before a wave of relief settles into your bones. He’s not here. You’re safe. You’re okay. You’ve made it out.
    “Access denied.”
    “Excuse me?” The words are starting to sound more like your own. You push the up button again.
    “Access denied.”
    “The fuck? I’m your boss, you stupid machine!”
    The elevator doors open. It’s empty, but you know he’s there.
    “Jimin?”
    “Where are you trying to go, my love?” He’s messed with the access somehow. It should read your fingerprints or retina. He’s done something. “I’ll take you anywhere you need to go. I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”
    With each word his voice gets closer. Hopping back in an attempt to get away you end up wedged against the back of the elevator. “Jimin. I just want to go home. Please. I just want to rest and go home.”
    “But baby,” he whispers, his lips nuzzled up against your temple, “You are home.”
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