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A/N: This chapter features elements that go against Tumblr's guidelines and regulations, so if you would like to read it, please follow the link below to the series on my AO3 account, and look for Chapter 8 or alternatively the link is in the series Chapter List.
Summary: Sometimes, life is a maze you can't get out of.
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Lungs burned with each heavy pant as Jimin and Taehyung found themselves running yet again. They were sure this would be the most they have ever ran and are not going to do it again anytime soon. They jumped over planks of wood, skidded around corners and ran down flights of stairs, trying to find the exit as fast as possible. They seemed to be getting nowhere, their surroundings hardly changed making it seem that they were still in the exact same area from where they had first ran from.
Slowing down, they stopped to catch their breath, their chests tight. Their legs burned, screaming for a break. The pair leaned against the cold, stone wall. Taehyung leaned his head back while Jimin leaned forward, bracing his hands on his thighs.
“Which way do you think the exit is?” Taehyung whispered between short breaths.
“I don’t know anymore,” Jimin responded, “I lost the trail when we left the basement.”
Taehyung hummed in answer before silence fell, save for their slowing breaths. He lifted his head and looked to his left upon hearing a noise that only he seemed to have heard. He continued looking down the hallway in fear that he was hearing things before a disembodied figure crawled along the floor towards them.
Jimin looked up at the soft call of his name, finding Taehyung not looking at him directly, Jimin looked towards the others’ line of sight. He let out an involuntary gasp at the figure, matted dirty hair obstructed its face, scratches and dirt covered its skin and limbs looking like they had been dislocated. Jimin grasped Taehyung’s hand and pulled him back into a ran and away from the figure now chasing after them.
Thinking it was safe, they turned a corner and collided with someone, or something. Looking up, they both simultaneously let out a scream at the headless figure dressed in a suit and tie. The pair scrambled to take off in the other direction as the headless spectre reached out toward them with white gloved hands.
It wasn’t long before Jimin and Taehyung found themselves faced with a curtain. A squawk pierced through the air as a tiny, black flying silhouette flew out from the torn piece of material as Jimin moved the fabric to the side. Startled screams once again echoed through the hall as they both landed on the shrapnel covered floor.
“It was only a bird,” Jimin said, masking his embarrassment with nervous chuckles with a hand on his chest.
“I can’t believe we got that scared because of a tiny bird.”
Taehyung was the first to stand up and brush off the debris from his pants before turning to Jimin, holding his hand out. Jimn looked up at him for a little moment before placing his hand in Taehyung’s and let the younger help him up. Taehyung rounded to the back of Jimin to help him brush off the dirt from his jeans. He kneeled on the ground before looking at the dirt of his friend’s jeans. He looked up and almost choked on his own salvia, he hadn’t thought this through. He was now kneeling at eye to Jimn’s round behind. Swallowing and kicking his brain into gear, Taehyung started at Jimin’s muscular thighs, brushing away the dirt with the tips of fingers before becoming more daring as he got closer to the swell of his friend's ass.
Jimin let out a gasp feeling Taehyung’s hand graze over the curve of his ass, causing the latter to stop in his tracks, his whole hand conveniently freezing his Jimin’s butt. Jimin looked over his shoulder to Taehyung, who looked up from his now frozen hand and met Jimin’s gaze. The dark look in his eyes caused Jimn’s heart to skip a beat but he brushed it off as Taehyung’s eyes had looked dark the whole time they had been here. Maybe that was the reason.
“Come on,” Jimn spoke up after a few moments, clearing his throat, “let’s find that exit.”
Jimin started walking towards the ripped curtain, still feeling the lingering heat of Taehyung’s hand on his butt. He couldn’t deny how it felt to have his large hand getting an ass full. Jimn shook the thoughts out of his hand and continued slowly walking, not knowing if Taehyung was following or not but he walked slow enough to let Taehyung catch up.
Taehyung stared after Jimin for a moment as he disappeared behind the fabric, his hand still frozen in the air. Warmth still lingered on his hand, he couldn;t deny that it felt amazing to have his hand on his friends’ ass but pushed the idea to the back of his mind, telling himself that he was just helping remove the dirt. Standing, Taehyung jogged to catch up to Jimin, who was taking baby steps.
Jimin jumped hearing footsteps behind him but settled once he looked over his shoulder and sawing Taehyung instead of something scary. He softly smiled as Taehyung took hold of his hand as they walked. The pair kept walking until they reached a door they had not passed nor seen before.
Taehyung cast a look at Jimin before letting his hand go and pushing the door open. The door opened surprisingly easily. Taehyung took hold of the hand behind him without looking behind him and led the way into the room.
Jimn let his hand drop to his side as he watched Taehyung push open the door and take hold of an invisible hand. He went to speak but a hand clamped over his mouth, obscuring the startled gasp bubbling before it could escape past his lips. His eyes widened as an arm wrapped itself around his waist and was pulled into a firm body.
“If you want to live, don’t make a sound.”
A shiver ran down Jimin’s spine as the words were whispered against the shell of his ear. He swallowed thickly as he nodded, watching the door close with a loud thud and he was cut off from Taehyung. Daring a look to the side, Jimin found the demon from earlier, his face impossibly closer now. The moonlight coming in from the near window, casted a beautiful blue glow behind the demon caused Jimn’s brain to momentarily short circuit.
The demon tightened his grip on Jimin’s waist and pulled him away from Taehyung causing Jimin to struggle in his hold.
“Don’t make this worse.”
Jimin went pliant at the clear warning and let himself be taken by the demon. To where he did not know. All he knew is that he was getting further away from Taehyung.
Warnings: Horror, Demon Jung Hoseok, Dark Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin is whipped for Taehyung, Kim Taehyung is oblivious, Jeon Jungkook is a little shit, Kim Seokjin is done with his shit, Jung Hoseok is a little shit too, halloween, twisted, truth or dare, haunted asylum, ghost stories, pranks & practical jokes, mind games, mindfuck, fiction, blood & gore, near death experiences, angst, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, more tags will be added.
Summary:
A dare is still dare, whether it is aimed at a single person or at two.
Jimin and Taehyung are dared to spend 12 hours in the most haunted asylum in Korea, after unknowingly opening an old cursed jack in the box, holding an ancient being, their night becomes filled with twisted pranks and games.
Can Jimin and Taehyung survive the night, and the rest of their lives?
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Jungkook dares Jimin and Taehyung to spend Halloween night at Gwangju's most haunted psychiatric hospital.
Summary: Sometimes your worst nightmares are real.
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Being trapped in a box for two centuries can take its toll. Could you blame him for being angry? You’d be angry too in his position. Imagine his surprise when he found two unsuspecting, naive little playthings, opened up his box and found them dressed as the very thing that tricked and locked him up. You’d be vengeful too.
Drinking in their terrified expressions. The fear in their eyes. The thing that Taehyung had directed Jimin’s attention to, had smiled a smile so sinister, Taehyung and Jimin had wished they were already dead. The pair screamed and huddled together as the dark figure let out a deep, maniacal laugh, prompting the terrified boys to make a run for it.
Their legs moved over cluttered flooring as fast as they could. Where they were going, who knows, anywhere away from that thing was good enough for them. Adrenaline ran through their veins, their flight mode activated and survival instincts kicked in.
“Down this way.”
Taehyung grasped Jimn’s smaller hand in his much larger one and dragged him down an uncharted hallway. They had only gotten halfway before skidding to stop and almost toppling over. At the end of the hallway, stood a dark figure. The body of a human but what looked like big, floppy bunny ears rested on the figure's head. Jimin and Taehyiung were frozen, barely breathing as the figure titled its head to the side. Jimin’s grip on Taehyung’s hand became increasingly harder with each step closer the figure took towards the pair.
Jimn felt himself being tugged back the way they had come, his legs scrambling to catch up, his feet sliding on the fine dirt. He was cursing out Jungkook in his mind as he ran through the cold walls, searching for a safe place away from the dark bunny figure now haunting the halls.
Every turn they took led them to the same figure, positioned increasingly closer with each encounter. The figures' smiles are getting bigger and even more sinister. Every quiet hall they entered, a tune rang through the cold walls, like someone was turning the crank on a jack in the box. The figure always appeared as the tune came to the climax, causing the boy’s to scream and turn back the way they came.
Jimin and Taehyung cautiously peered around a corner, letting out a relieved sigh at the seemingly empty hallway. The pair took careful steps, their eyes darted in every direction, keeping watchful eyes on their surroundings. The air was cold and the hall, silent, too silent.
“Do you think it’s gone?” Jimin whispered, leaning his cheek against Taehyung’s shoulder.
“I’m not sure.”
The further into the hall they venture, the more they realise that there is only one exit, unless going out the window is an option. The pair lean over the ledge of the window, gasping seeing how high up they have ventured.
A deep laughter broke the silence, causing their hair to stand on end, Both boys swallowed thickly, turning into each other for a short moment before turning to the source of the Joker type laughter.
The bunny figure stood at the very end of the hallway, blocking the only exit. The figure slowly stepped forward, letting out a one syllabled laugh with each step. The closer it came, the more Jimin and Taehyung pressed themselves against the concrete walls and the more they huddled together.
Breathes were held as the figure came into view. The moonlight revealing the figures' features. Almost pitch black eyes, locked onto his targets. A devilish smirk on his lips.
“You know, 200 years in such an itty bitty living space, can give you such a crick in the neck.”
The demon rolled his neck as he spoke, his voice dry and raspy from two centuries of not being used but made the pair shiver. Jimin and Taehyung felt they haven’t breathed in hours, still trying to comprehend the situation they’re now in. The demon looked the pair up and down unabashedly before smirking.
“You two picked a bad day to let me out dressed like that.”
The pair looked down at their chosen Halloween costumes, cursing the idea to dress as hunters for the annual tradition. Their heart rates picked up, now fearing the worst. Fearing that this would be the end for them. This is going to be the place they will remain forever.
“I can smell your fear from here.”
The being exaggerated his words by loudly sniffing the air before locking his eyes on Jimin, causing the boy to whimper as he tried to push himself further behind Taehyung. The taller of the two, put his arm around Jimin’s front protectively while he shot daggers in his mind at the figure before them.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to.”
Jimin could not hide how his breath caught in his throat. Deep down, he could not deny that the figure was hot. He looked incredibly young considering being around for centuries and possibly many before he was trapped in the jack in the box. Jimin could not deny his twisted attraction towards this ancient being. He looked up at Taehyung, the same feeling bubbled in his chest before looking back at the handsome figure and the same feeling remained, rendering him speechless.
“Cat got your tongues?”
The being chuckled, becoming slightly intrigued in these two playthings, their mouths gaping like a fish. The smallest fiddling with the sleeve of the taller, his face clearly showed his emotions. The demon found the taller harder to read, his face remained neutral, deciding that it would be fun breaking him.
“Let’s play a game.” The demon started, looking between the two.
Simultaneously, the pair tilted their heads to the side. A chill ran down their spines at the evil smirk on the emons heart-shaped lips.
“If you successfully find the exit, I’ll let you go. If you don't,” the figure leaned closer to Jimin and Taehyung, making the two only look into his eyes as they held their breaths, waiting for him to continue, “you both become mine.”
Summary: As far as bad decisions go, Jimin and Taehyung where experts.
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At a single glance, even in the faint moonlight, anyone could tell how long the boxes had been left untouched. A thick layer of dirt and dust coated the top of the lids and the shelving. The structure groaned even as Jimin lightly dragged the tip of his finger through the dirt, leaving a clean line behind.
Each box is different and in various sizes. Little ones, bigger ones, plain and designed. Jimin looked at each one closely, observing the strange array of boxes. One box in particular called out to him, tilting his head to the side, Jimin reached out and picked up the box. The box was square in shape, intricate designs carved into the sides and a crank on one side. Jimin marvelled how the designs felt under his fingertips as he lightly touched the sides.
Jimin was too intrigued with the box to notice Taehyung creeping up behind him. The younger boy had asked Jimin a question but received no response from him. He’d turned to find Jimin standing with his back to him, head bowed looking down at something. With a smirk on his lips, Taehyung decided to slowly sneak up on Jimin.
“What are you looking at?”
Jimin felt hands clasp his shoulders, causing him to almost go through the roof, shrieking as he flew his hands up, thus, dropping the box.
“Taehyung, I will kill you one day.”
Jimin huffed as Taehyung’s deep chuckle rang his ear as he moved to pick up the box before freezing.
The box is opened.
Jimin felt something prickle beneath his skin as he picked up the jack in the box. Trying to shift the feeling as he placed the box back in its previous spot, Taehyung made a noise of remembrance.
“Let’s take that photo for Jungkook.”
Taking his phone out of his pocket, Taehyung moved closer to Jimin and handed him the torch. Taehyung reached his arm out, aiming the Snapchat camera towards them as Jimin shone the torch so they could see their faces. Taehyung swiped through the different filters, intently observing each one, an easy excuse to focus on Jimin and how he looked in the filters. Taehyung settled for the white, fluffy bunny ear filter, finding it the cutest on Jimin. He angled the camera in different ways, trying to decide which is best.
One other bunny filter popped up behind them, causing both to freeze, watching the empty seem to tilt its head. Simultaneously, they slowly turned, mirroring each other’s expressions with their mouths agape and looked behind them. They could feel their heart rates picking up seeing that there was no one behind them. They both swallowed thickly before looking back at the phone, the extra filter now disappeared.
“Hurry up and take the photo so we can go back to the front door.”
Jimin didn’t know how long they had already been inside the asylum, but he was ready to call it quits and be constantly reminded of how he’s a chicken from Jungkook. That he could live with.
Taehyung snapped a photo without a second thought, sending it to Jungkook quickly before grabbing Jimin’s hand and leaving the basement behind before anything else could scare them.
The pair tried their best to follow Jimin’s trail of m&m’s, part of the trail had disappeared underneath fallen wood, or the tiny chocolates had bounced in other directions. Finally reaching the top of the staircase, a noise rang out through the eerily silent asylum, startling the pair and closely resembling a shrill, disembodied laugh. The high pitch maniacal laughter sent a chill down their spines and echoed through empty hallways.
“What was that?”
Jimin was borderline frozen, save for his rapidly beating heart. His breaths came out in short, quick pants. He was acutely aware of Taehyung’s hand now firmly holding his, feeling it gently shake.
“Maybe it was the wind?”
Taehyung was quick to brush it off as just the wind, his words the complete opposite to what he was feeling, positive that Jimin could feel his hand shaking. His voice at the end went higher, making it sound more like a question than he was intending.
“That’s the first wind I ever heard with a sense of humour.”
Losing sight of the little chocolates under the torchlight, Taehyung and Jimin turned a wrong corner, hoping it was the direction they had come. Their eyes looked around curiously, trying to find something familiar to tell them the way but to no avail. The further they ventured, the more debris they came across.
“Oh my god,” Jimin whispered before he stepped into the room.
Large parts of the ceiling either lined the floor or were still hanging on by a thread, threatening to fall at any given moment. A table in the middle of the room tipped completely over and rested on a thick plank of wood.
Jimin’s body twitched as a rustling noise broke the silence, causing Jimin’s attention to move towards the table. After a few seconds of observing the table, the rustling sound rang out again, followed by a terrible scratching sound on concrete. Jimin stepped back and bumped into Taehyung, who firmly placed his hands on Jimin’s shoulders.
“There’s something under the table.”
Taehyung could see the fright in his eyes, his own eyes flicked to the table before stepping around Jimin and towards the table. Wrapping a large hand easily around the leg, Taehyung looked back at Jimin, now pressed against the cold concrete wall.
“On three,” Taehyung mouthed.
Counting down with his fingers, Taehyung lifted the table precisely on three. His body jolted as a stray cat ran out from under the table and from Jimin’s startling scream ringing through his ears.
“That was scary.” Jimin said with a smile.
The pair wandered the hallways, hoping and praying that they’ll find Jimin’s trail of m&m’s. Walking past a glassless window, Jimin stopped. He walked over to the window and leaned on the hard stony ledge, taking a moment to forget while looking out over the almost pitch-black forest. Taehyung appeared next to him, mirroring his posture. Jimin felt Taehyung shift closer to him, so close now that Jimin could feel the others’ shoulder touching his causing his breath to hitch in his throat.
“It’s actually quite pretty here.”
The moonlight highlighted the tops of the trees and the very few buildings surrounding the asylum. A thick fog now blanketed over various canopies, making the forest look like a mountain range.
“If you mean the view, then yes, I have to agree.” Taehyung said, his dark eyes seemingly staring into Jimin’s soul before looking back out the window.
Jimin stared at Taehyung a few moments more, in awe of how the moonlight seemed to make him look more handsome than he already was. Jimin told himself that he was reading into the other’s words too much, but he was sure that Taehyung had meant that Jimin was the view, not the moonlight nor the trees, his heart fluttered at the thought before pushing the idea aside, he only sees Jimin as a friend and that’s all they will be.
The two leaned looked out over the trees for what felt like hours before the hairs on the back of their necks stood on end as the maniacal laughter bounced off the concrete walls.
“There’s that creepy wind again.” Jimin spoke, quoting Taehyung’s previous words, with a smile as he looked up at the taller boy, his face fell.
Taehyung had turned around to look over his shoulder once he heard the laughter again, freezing as two white orbs reflected through the darkness of the hallway. Taehyung felt his breath catch in the back of his throat, he wanted to reach out to Jimin, but he couldn’t move his hand. Taehyung swallowed thickly, easing the tightness in his throat.
Summary: Be like Courage the Cowardly Dog, be courageous even in scary situations.
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Taking the first step inside the rundown asylum was the most daunting thing Taehyung and Jimin had ever done. 5 minutes to calm down, even slightly, before stepping over the almost non-existent threshold. Wood and other rubble crunched under their shoes with each step inside the bone-chilling air within the concrete walls.
Jimin and Taehyung stood amongst it all, looking odd against the filth. Their arms curled tighter around their bodies, finding it significantly colder inside the building than under the moonlight.
“I think we should explore, we’re bound to find the basement that way.”
Jimin could see the logic in Taehyung’s words, he did not want to explore but Jimin knew that was the only way to find the basement. A small part within him wanted to locate the room as quickly as possible, another part argued he still had to spend 12 hours here or suffer Jungkook’s punishment for chickening out.
“Should we leave something on the floor so we can find our way back to the entrance?”
Jimin reached into the duffel bag, pulling out a bag of m&m’s with a grin on his face. Taehyung looked at him, bewildered that he had not thought of bringing snacks. At this moment, he was thankful for Jimin's forward thinking and packed snacks for them.
“Better than breadcrumbs.”
Jimin had spoken with a grin before popping an m&m into his mouth. Jimin’s words had pulled Taehyung out of his trance, he blinked once, not realising he had been staring and back into the asylum. Jimin turned, dropping a few tiny chocolates as he walked, he looked over his shoulder, beckoning Taehyung to follow. Something inside Jimin made him feel braver, catching Taehyung staring at him like he saw Jimin as the centre of his universe. That brave feeling did not last long as they turned a corner, heading further into the darkness.
Inside the cracked concrete walls, 200 years of abandonment were evident everywhere. Rooms with partial ceilings, debris and rubble on the floors, covering mattresses resting on rotten frames and planks of wood propped up by strewn chairs. Hallways were lined with chipped, peeling paint in dirty whites and faded blues.
Jimin had turned his back on Taehyung for 2 seconds, then found he had disappeared. His heart racing more than what it already was, Jimin feared the worst, his worry laced thickly in his voice as called out for Taehyung, pacing the hallway where Taehyung had gone missing.
“Taehyung, where are you?”
“Come on, Tae. This isn’t funny.”
Taehyung had hidden behind a broken, half-opened door, silently laughing to himself hearing Jimin’s calls for him. His hasty pacing could be heard echoing through the quiet hallway, each step disturbing the years' worth of rubble. Taehyung clapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Jimin pass the same door 3 times now as he tried his hardest not to laugh.
“Kim Taehyung, I swear to god, if you don’t come out now, I’m leaving your ass here.”
Taehyung waited a little moment more as the hallway went quiet, too quiet, but Jimin’s heavy breathing could be heard close by. Carefully, he peaked through a hole in the door, finding Jimin standing with his back to him in the middle of the hall, just past the doorway. Smirking, Taehyung carefully stepped between the rubble, trying not to make a sound.
“Ooga booga booga!”
It was comical how Jimin shrieked, jumping in surprise and in his fright, ended up falling on the floor. Jimin clutched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath his palm, his eyes almost perfect circles as he stared at Taehyung. The younger man had doubled over laughing, causing Jimin to then glare at Taehyung.
“That was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”
Taehyung clutched his stomach as he tried to settle his laughter but the sight of Jimin flailing his arms and falling on his ass was still fresh and filling his mind. Jimin grumbled as he moved to stand up. Brushing his hands over his jeans, dirt and small pieces of wood fell back to the floor, Jimin continued glaring at Taehyung.
“You’re so funny, Jimin.”
“And you’re an asshole.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Whatever, let's just find that basement.”
It was dark, too dark, even with the flashlight. Taehyung and Jimin stayed frozen in place at the top of the stairwell. Jimin swallowed thickly as a shiver ran down his spine.
“Do we have to go down there?”
Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper but Taehyung heard him loud and clear. The smaller of the two pressed closer to Taehyung’s side, his hands wrapping around Taehyung’s arm. Hiding half his face behind Taehyung, Jimin felt as if the dark abyss was taunting him, laughing at him.
“Unfortunately.”
Taehyung didn't like how the darkness seemed to taunt him as well, but basements are normally down and that meant going into the pitch black nothing. Taehyung could feel his knees quivering at the thought of going down there but he could feel something pulling him, calling him to go down there.
“Let’s go.”
Jimin could hear the weaver in Taehyung’s voice, gripping onto his arm tighter as they took the first step into the abyss. Jimin was sure the air was getting colder the more steps they took. An eerie mist formed in the shine of the flashlight.
A rustling sounded through the silence, causing Taehyung and Jimin to freeze. Shining the flashlight in the direction of the noise, they let out a breath they didn’t realise they were holding, realising it was just a rat. Shuddering, the two continued towards, what they hoped would be the basement and not something scarier.
“It’s so cold down here.”
Jimin rubbed his arms, having let go of Taehyung’s arm a short while ago, his breath coming out in puffs of white in the low gleam of the torch. Jimin gasped, body jumping a little at the feeling of Taehyung’s arm going around his shoulders and pulling him in close to his own body. Taehyung didn’t speak as they wandered through the almost darkness, keeping his arm around Jimin until they spotted a door.
The door itself was nothing short of ordinary. Still in one piece, no cracks, no holes. Just a sturdy, thick, brown wooden door with a rusty brass doorknob. However, the clumps of salt lining the doorway were anything but ordinary.
Curiously, Jimin bent down, picked up a sizable piece and brought it to his nose.
“It’s salt.” Jimin confirmed, with a look of distaste, his nose still tingling from the salt.
Taehyung hummed in response as he continued looking at the now misshapen line of salt, his mind reeling. Salt means protection. Did that mean that the story is true? Did Samuel Colt line the door to stop whatever he locked inside from coming out?
“Should we go in?”
With a deep breath, together, they placed their hands on the doorknob and twisted. The door gave way easily, some would say, too easily. Cool air trickled out from the room, softly caressing both their cheeks, making them shudder simultaneously. The door slowly creaked open. The rusty hinges angrily rub against each other after centuries of being dormant.
Taehyung shone the torch into the room, illuminating the dark contours of the cupboards. The moonlight from the small window at the very top of the room shone on the random array of boxes lining the shelves. The pair froze, seeing the remnants of a symbol on the floor, barely seen beneath the dirt.
A devil’s trap.
“Tae, what is that?”
Neither of the two knew, their extent of random knowledge not big enough. Taehyung had a look of concentration, listening to the thoughts in his mind.
“I think it’s meant to be a trap of some kind.”
“Does this mean the story is real? I mean the line of salt and now this? Tae, is it real?”
Jimin was ready to panic, his fear of all of this being real now coming to fruition. He could feel his heart picking up speed, his breathing coming out in short puffs as his hands balled into fists. He had not realised his eyes were closed until Taehyung’s hands cupped his cheeks and coaxed him to open his eyes.
“Jimin, look at me.”
Jimin opened his eyes, quickly finding Taehyung’s eyes in front of him, wide and full of concern. He had not expected the other to be that close. The proximity took his breath away, getting caught in his throat. He could feel his cheeks burning under Taehyung’s hands and he was sure that Taehyung could feel the heat on his palms.
“Jimin, calm down, breathe. It’s just a story, it’s not real. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Not on my watch.”
Taehyung didn’t know if he was trying to convince Jimin or himself. Maybe it was both.
Summary: Vmin trying to convince themselves that this is a good idea.
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The pair stood in front of the white metal gate, warning signs chained to the gate, accompanied by thick chains padlocked. High, dark bricked walls set the perimeter of the grounds. Too high for the pair to jump over, giving Jimin and Taehyung no other choice but to climb over the gate. Beyond the gate, a concrete path, surrounded by tightly packed trees and shrubs, red and orange leaves covering the path. The full moon, high in the sky, casted an eerie glow through patches in the trees and illuminating the fine misty fog, resting beneath the canopies, adding to the eerie setting.
Jimin could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he started to fidget with the sleeve of his flannel jacket. Swallowing thickly as he felt an uneasy wave filter through his body, his wide eyes took in their surroundings before glancing up at Taehyung, who looked unnervingly calm. Gentle puffs of breath through parted lips filled the air in puffs of soft, white smoke in the cool autumn air.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“You don’t actually believe his story, do you, Jimin?”
Taehyung would never admit it, he believed the story. Believed that there is such a demon trapped in the basement and there really was a hunter called Samuel Colt. He believed everything.
“Not really, but I can’t help but wander, what if, you know?”
There were many what if’s floating around within Jimin’s mind. What if it's all true? What if we open the box and let it out? What if it tries everything in its power to scare us? What if we don’t make it the whole night? Nothing would be able to settle his mind and his incredibly beating fast heart to rest until morning comes. What if tomorrow never comes?
“He was just saying it because it was the perfect opportunity to scare the pants off Jin hyung.”
As Taehyung said those words, he could not deny the thumping in his chest nor how scared he was inside, but he put on a brave face, someone has too, Jimin was scared enough. So Taehyung pretended to even the balance between them.
“Maybe.” Jimin muttered, as he picked at his sweater.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.”
Jimin gasped as Taehyung moved forward, throwing the duffel bag over the rickety gate first, watching as he started to climb over the gate. The metal groaning under Taehyung’s weight. The clanking echoing in the almost silent night. Jimin was in awe as Taehyung easily and gracefully swung a leg over the top, finding his footing and swinging the other leg over before landing on the concrete with a thump. The gate rattled angrily as Taehyung jumped off, causing Jimin to shrink into himself a little, hoping the noise didn't draw any unwanted attention to them.
“Okay, Jimin. Your turn.”
Taehyung guided Jimin through his previous steps to help the older over the gate. The metal groaned less under Jimin’s light weight as Taehyung kept a strong grasp on the bars to keep it steady. Once Jimin gracefully got over halfway, Taehyung directed Jimin where to place his feet. His eyes wandered up the long length of Jimin’s legs before landing on the thick swell of Jimin’s ass. He didn't mean to stare but with the tight black jeans Jimin had decided to wear, Taehyung couldn’t look away. A yelp brought Taehyung back to the eerie reality before surging forward to catch Jimin.
Jimin’s heart skipped a beat as his foot slipped on the metal causing him to yelp. He was sure he was going to fall on his ass, but a pair of arms caught him and pulled him tightly into a firm chest and warm breath caressing his ear. Taking a deep breath, Jimn turned his head and unwillingly let out a tiny gasp, finding Taehyung’s face as close to his and dark eyes boring into his own.
“You okay?”
Taehyung’s voice was deep yet soft, like he only wanted Jimin to hear him despite being the only two under the moonlight. Jimin’s own voice caught in his throat as he bit his plush lip, his heart hammering in his chest. He was sure that Taehyung’s eyes flicked to his lips, but he blinked and Taehyung’s eyes were focused on him again. Not trusting his voice, Jimin softly nodded.
The pair didn’t move, continuing to stare into each other's eyes. Jimin caught Taehyung’s tongue running over his lips, making them glistening. He let out a tiny whimper at the sight before there was a significant gap between them with a blink of the eye. Jimin felt a pang in his chest as he swallowed thickly.
“Let’s,” Taehyung cleared his throat before continuing, “let’s go.”
Jimin inhaled deeply through his nose before letting it puff out in a cloud of white smoke with an even deeper sigh. Ignoring the feeling bubbling in his chest, picking up the forgotten duffel bag and securing it over his shoulder, Jimin stepped forward and followed Taehyung a few paces behind him. Wrapping his arms around himself, Jimin cautiously looked around. The moonlight twinkled through the branches, leaves crunching echoed through the night with each step. It wasn’t long before Jimin’s gaze landed on Taehyung.
Taehyung walked calmly, or so it seemed to Jimin. Taehyung’s hands were shaking deep within the pockets of his pants, his heart pounding in his chest. Taehyung was scared to death but he put on a brave face and willed himself to remain calm on the outside, for Jimin’s sake. Though, he couldn't control how he jumped at the sudden loud barking nearby before sighing a breath of relief upon realising it was just a dog.
Jimin had missed how Taehyung visibly jumped, he had shrieked hearing the dog’s bark’s causing Jimin to run forward, seeking Taehyung. Jimin gripped the others’ leather clad arm tightly, his side completely pressed against Taehyung.
“Tae, I’m scared.”
Any would be able to feel how Jimin’s body shook against Taehyung’s side, hear how his voice wavered as he spoke. He was sure that if the night were any more silent, you could hear his violently beating heart. His eyes now darted all over, fearing that there would be something lurking to jump out at them as they continued walking down the leafy, dirt track.
“It’ll be okay. As long as we stay together, we’ll be fine.”
Jimin repeated Taehyung’s words over and over in his head as they walked closer to the entrance of the hospital. As long as we stay together, we’ll be fine. Jimin truly wanted to believe that they’ll be fine, even as the cold shiver ran down his spine as the abandoned concrete building came into sight.
The one night of the year where candy, slutty costumes, sex and scary stories are appropriate in the same night. Each year neighbours tried a little harder to outdo themselves or each other and each year the same scary story is told amongst friends.
The tale of the jack in the box.
Distant laughter and faint ‘trick or treat’ from local kids permeated through the ajar window, even over the soft rustling of leaves outside. Screams and shrieks followed by laughter from adults scaring the children on their doorsteps, echoed through the street and into the night air. None of that was heard inside the only dark house in the street. The only light source from three candles and a single torch being passed around the circle of 6 friends as they played a Halloween tradition of truth or dare.
“Dare.”
Jungkook announced, sitting up on the floor straighter, eyes determined as he stared at Taehyung.
“Tell us a ghost story. A good one just for Jin hyung.”
Jimin chuckled at Seokjin’s noise of complaint, voicing his protests as Jungkook thought for a moment before announcing he has one for them. Jimin and Taehyung perked up, huddling closer together, eyes wide and excited, nearly bouncing in their seats. Yoongi and Namjoon, however, not as excited as the younger three, were matching unreadable expressions as they leaned against the plush, arms crossed over their stomachs. Upon hearing the maknae’s words, Seokjin had hoped, prayed, that Jungkook wouldn’t come up with something but he always had something up his sleeves. Seokjin reached behind him, retrieving a soft cushion, cuddling it close to his chest as his almond eyes widened in fear. Jungkook grabbed a hold of the lone torch, holding it under his chin once he turned it on, smirking eviling towards Jin.
“Legend has it. The psychiatric hospital, Gonjiam, in town. Is the most haunted place in all of Korea.”
Jungkook’s lower register sent a chilling shiver down Seokjin’s spine, making him hug the pillow closer. Jimin and Taehyung let out little murmurs of interest at each other before turning back to Jungkook with sparkling eyes. The two always causing mischief and pulling pranks, never shying away from a ghost story.
“Why is it haunted?”
“Because of the thing that wanders the floors. Numerous witnesses have said to have a shadowy figure, in the shape of a bunny, standing in the windows. The few survivors have said that their experience was like being in a game.”
Jungkook bustled in the way his hyungs visibly shuddered, even both Yoongi and Namjoon, but especially Seokjin. The oldest always so easily scared, made for the perfect target.
“People have reported seeing hallucinations of misshapen or disfigured figures chasing after them, even getting their hair pulled, taps on the shoulder but no one is behind them. Then, one day, it all stopped.”
Jungkook was animated in his speech, demonstrating as he narrated. Demonstrating on Seokjin, who was within arms reach of the maknae, almost falling to the floor as Jungkook pulled his hair roughly. Being used to Jungkook’s antics didn’t make this any easier.
“What happened, Kook?” Jimin piped up, elbows digging harder into Taehyung’s leg, who was too interested in the story to care.
“There are reports that the demon hunter from the 1800s, Samuel Colt, had caught wind of the haunting. He barged into the hospital, tricked and trapped the demon inside a jack in the box, never to cause trouble again and earning the name, Jack.”
“Why a child's toy?”
“Makes for a scarier story.” Jungkook shrugged, looking towards Namjoon. “I’m just telling you what I know.”
“Do you know any more?”
Taehyung dismissed Seokjin’s words ‘stop encouraging him’, too interested in knowing the ending of the story. Is the box still there? What did Samuel Colt do next?
“Well, according to the legend, Samuel Colt put the jack in the box in the basement. In hopes of returning to kill the thing he trapped. He had hoped to create a gun that can kill anything, supernatural anything. But,”
Jungkook paused, casting his gaze over his hyungs. Watching as Jimin and Taehyung leaned closer, almost folded in half, trying to prompt the younger in continuing. Yoongi and Namjoon wait patiently, while Seokjin, a single eye visible behind the pillow and shaky hands clutching the pillow tightly.
“He died not long before he could finish the gun.”
A chilling shiver ran down Jimin’s spine as he realised what Jungkook’s words then meant. It didn’t take his brain to connect the dots.
“So that means” Jimin started, looking at Taehyung, feeling him shudder against his side.
“That to this day” Taehyung continued, catching Jimin’s gaze, before both turned back to Jungkook with equally widened eyes and lips agape.
“The jack in the box is still inside the basement.” Jungkook finished, turning the torch off. “If you believe in ghost stories.”
An eerie silence fell over them, taking in Jungkook’s story and unprecedented ending. Little murmurs sounded as a handful of the members shuddered before silence fell again. The silence didn't last, broken by the eldest of the 6.
“Aish, Jungkook!” Seokjin shouted, repeatedly hitting the younger with the pillow, causing him to bellow, his body shaking from laughing. “Why are you like this? Scaring your hyung. I raised you better.”
Passerbyers slowed, their heads turning towards the house before continuing on their trick or treat journey. Joyous, loud laughter can even be heard from the street. Once the laughter died down, Jungkook then turned serious.
“Jimin hyung, truth or dare?”
Jimin’s head whipped up at Jungkook, taking a moment to pick an option before picking dare without a second thought. He watched as Jungkook’s smile widened, telling him that the younger one was hoping for him to pick that particular option. Jungkook’s body language telling him silently that he had a dare already picked and Jimin was dreading to hear what he had picked.
“I dare you and Tae to stay the night at Gonjiam and open the basement.”
Two pairs of wide eyes stared back at him, hoping they’d misheard not believing they’d have to actually go to the haunted hospital. Taehyung’s face turned serious as he repeated Jungkook’s words in his head.
“That’s two dares.” Taehyung pointed out.
“There’s two of you, isn't there?”
The pair sighed heavily, seeing no way out and seeing Jungkook’s point. The pair succumbed and agreed to Jungkook’s dare.
“And I want proof of you two there. That way I'll know you haven’t chickened out and the dare is valid.”
Warnings: Horror, Demon Jung Hoseok, Dark Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin is whipped for Taehyung, Kim Taehyung is oblivious, Jeon Jungkook is a little shit, Kim Seokjin is done with his shit, Jung Hoseok is a little shit too, halloween, twisted, truth or dare, haunted asylum, ghost stories, pranks & practical jokes, mind games, mindfuck, fiction, blood & gore, near death experiences, angst, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, more tags will be added.
Summary:
A dare is still dare, whether it is aimed at a single person or at two.
Jimin and Taehyung are dared to spend 12 hours in the most haunted asylum in Korea, after unknowingly opening an old cursed jack in the box, holding an ancient being, their night becomes filled with twisted pranks and games.
Can Jimin and Taehyung survive the night, and the rest of their lives?
-or-
Jungkook dares Jimin and Taehyung to spend Halloween night at Gwangju's most haunted psychiatric hospital.
Summary: Be like Courage the Cowardly Dog, be courageous even in scary situations.
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Taking the first step inside the rundown asylum was the most daunting thing Taehyung and Jimin had ever done. 5 minutes to calm down, even slightly, before stepping over the almost non-existent threshold. Wood and other rubble crunched under their shoes with each step inside the bone-chilling air within the concrete walls.
Jimin and Taehyung stood amongst it all, looking odd against the filth. Their arms curled tighter around their bodies, finding it significantly colder inside the building than under the moonlight.
“I think we should explore, we’re bound to find the basement that way.”
Jimin could see the logic in Taehyung’s words, he did not want to explore but Jimin knew that was the only way to find the basement. A small part within him wanted to locate the room as quickly as possible, another part argued he still had to spend 12 hours here or suffer Jungkook’s punishment for chickening out.
“Should we leave something on the floor so we can find our way back to the entrance?”
Jimin reached into the duffel bag, pulling out a bag of m&m’s with a grin on his face. Taehyung looked at him, bewildered that he had not thought of bringing snacks. At this moment, he was thankful for Jimin's forward thinking and packed snacks for them.
“Better than breadcrumbs.”
Jimin had spoken with a grin before popping an m&m into his mouth. Jimin’s words had pulled Taehyung out of his trance, he blinked once, not realising he had been staring and back into the asylum. Jimin turned, dropping a few tiny chocolates as he walked, he looked over his shoulder, beckoning Taehyung to follow. Something inside Jimin made him feel braver, catching Taehyung staring at him like he saw Jimin as the centre of his universe. That brave feeling did not last long as they turned a corner, heading further into the darkness.
Inside the cracked concrete walls, 200 years of abandonment were evident everywhere. Rooms with partial ceilings, debris and rubble on the floors, covering mattresses resting on rotten frames and planks of wood propped up by strewn chairs. Hallways were lined with chipped, peeling paint in dirty whites and faded blues.
Jimin had turned his back on Taehyung for 2 seconds, then found he had disappeared. His heart racing more than what it already was, Jimin feared the worst, his worry laced thickly in his voice as called out for Taehyung, pacing the hallway where Taehyung had gone missing.
“Taehyung, where are you?”
“Come on, Tae. This isn’t funny.”
Taehyung had hidden behind a broken, half-opened door, silently laughing to himself hearing Jimin’s calls for him. His hasty pacing could be heard echoing through the quiet hallway, each step disturbing the years' worth of rubble. Taehyung clapped a hand over his mouth as he heard Jimin pass the same door 3 times now as he tried his hardest not to laugh.
“Kim Taehyung, I swear to god, if you don’t come out now, I’m leaving your ass here.”
Taehyung waited a little moment more as the hallway went quiet, too quiet, but Jimin’s heavy breathing could be heard close by. Carefully, he peaked through a hole in the door, finding Jimin standing with his back to him in the middle of the hall, just past the doorway. Smirking, Taehyung carefully stepped between the rubble, trying not to make a sound.
“Ooga booga booga!”
It was comical how Jimin shrieked, jumping in surprise and in his fright, ended up falling on the floor. Jimin clutched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath his palm, his eyes almost perfect circles as he stared at Taehyung. The younger man had doubled over laughing, causing Jimin to then glare at Taehyung.
“That was the funniest thing I have ever seen.”
Taehyung clutched his stomach as he tried to settle his laughter but the sight of Jimin flailing his arms and falling on his ass was still fresh and filling his mind. Jimin grumbled as he moved to stand up. Brushing his hands over his jeans, dirt and small pieces of wood fell back to the floor, Jimin continued glaring at Taehyung.
“You’re so funny, Jimin.”
“And you’re an asshole.”
“Don’t be like that.”
“Whatever, let's just find that basement.”
It was dark, too dark, even with the flashlight. Taehyung and Jimin stayed frozen in place at the top of the stairwell. Jimin swallowed thickly as a shiver ran down his spine.
“Do we have to go down there?”
Jimin’s voice was barely above a whisper but Taehyung heard him loud and clear. The smaller of the two pressed closer to Taehyung’s side, his hands wrapping around Taehyung’s arm. Hiding half his face behind Taehyung, Jimin felt as if the dark abyss was taunting him, laughing at him.
“Unfortunately.”
Taehyung didn't like how the darkness seemed to taunt him as well, but basements are normally down and that meant going into the pitch black nothing. Taehyung could feel his knees quivering at the thought of going down there but he could feel something pulling him, calling him to go down there.
“Let’s go.”
Jimin could hear the weaver in Taehyung’s voice, gripping onto his arm tighter as they took the first step into the abyss. Jimin was sure the air was getting colder the more steps they took. An eerie mist formed in the shine of the flashlight.
A rustling sounded through the silence, causing Taehyung and Jimin to freeze. Shining the flashlight in the direction of the noise, they let out a breath they didn’t realise they were holding, realising it was just a rat. Shuddering, the two continued towards, what they hoped would be the basement and not something scarier.
“It’s so cold down here.”
Jimin rubbed his arms, having let go of Taehyung’s arm a short while ago, his breath coming out in puffs of white in the low gleam of the torch. Jimin gasped, body jumping a little at the feeling of Taehyung’s arm going around his shoulders and pulling him in close to his own body. Taehyung didn’t speak as they wandered through the almost darkness, keeping his arm around Jimin until they spotted a door.
The door itself was nothing short of ordinary. Still in one piece, no cracks, no holes. Just a sturdy, thick, brown wooden door with a rusty brass doorknob. However, the clumps of salt lining the doorway were anything but ordinary.
Curiously, Jimin bent down, picked up a sizable piece and brought it to his nose.
“It’s salt.” Jimin confirmed, with a look of distaste, his nose still tingling from the salt.
Taehyung hummed in response as he continued looking at the now misshapen line of salt, his mind reeling. Salt means protection. Did that mean that the story is true? Did Samuel Colt line the door to stop whatever he locked inside from coming out?
“Should we go in?”
With a deep breath, together, they placed their hands on the doorknob and twisted. The door gave way easily, some would say, too easily. Cool air trickled out from the room, softly caressing both their cheeks, making them shudder simultaneously. The door slowly creaked open. The rusty hinges angrily rub against each other after centuries of being dormant.
Taehyung shone the torch into the room, illuminating the dark contours of the cupboards. The moonlight from the small window at the very top of the room shone on the random array of boxes lining the shelves. The pair froze, seeing the remnants of a symbol on the floor, barely seen beneath the dirt.
A devil’s trap.
“Tae, what is that?”
Neither of the two knew, their extent of random knowledge not big enough. Taehyung had a look of concentration, listening to the thoughts in his mind.
“I think it’s meant to be a trap of some kind.”
“Does this mean the story is real? I mean the line of salt and now this? Tae, is it real?”
Jimin was ready to panic, his fear of all of this being real now coming to fruition. He could feel his heart picking up speed, his breathing coming out in short puffs as his hands balled into fists. He had not realised his eyes were closed until Taehyung’s hands cupped his cheeks and coaxed him to open his eyes.
“Jimin, look at me.”
Jimin opened his eyes, quickly finding Taehyung’s eyes in front of him, wide and full of concern. He had not expected the other to be that close. The proximity took his breath away, getting caught in his throat. He could feel his cheeks burning under Taehyung’s hands and he was sure that Taehyung could feel the heat on his palms.
“Jimin, calm down, breathe. It’s just a story, it’s not real. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Not on my watch.”
Taehyung didn’t know if he was trying to convince Jimin or himself. Maybe it was both.
Summary: Vmin trying to convince themselves that this is a good idea.
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The pair stood in front of the white metal gate, warning signs chained to the gate, accompanied by thick chains padlocked. High, dark bricked walls set the perimeter of the grounds. Too high for the pair to jump over, giving Jimin and Taehyung no other choice but to climb over the gate. Beyond the gate, a concrete path, surrounded by tightly packed trees and shrubs, red and orange leaves covering the path. The full moon, high in the sky, casted an eerie glow through patches in the trees and illuminating the fine misty fog, resting beneath the canopies, adding to the eerie setting.
Jimin could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he started to fidget with the sleeve of his flannel jacket. Swallowing thickly as he felt an uneasy wave filter through his body, his wide eyes took in their surroundings before glancing up at Taehyung, who looked unnervingly calm. Gentle puffs of breath through parted lips filled the air in puffs of soft, white smoke in the cool autumn air.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“You don’t actually believe his story, do you, Jimin?”
Taehyung would never admit it, he believed the story. Believed that there is such a demon trapped in the basement and there really was a hunter called Samuel Colt. He believed everything.
“Not really, but I can’t help but wander, what if, you know?”
There were many what if’s floating around within Jimin’s mind. What if it's all true? What if we open the box and let it out? What if it tries everything in its power to scare us? What if we don’t make it the whole night? Nothing would be able to settle his mind and his incredibly beating fast heart to rest until morning comes. What if tomorrow never comes?
“He was just saying it because it was the perfect opportunity to scare the pants off Jin hyung.”
As Taehyung said those words, he could not deny the thumping in his chest nor how scared he was inside, but he put on a brave face, someone has too, Jimin was scared enough. So Taehyung pretended to even the balance between them.
“Maybe.” Jimin muttered, as he picked at his sweater.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.”
Jimin gasped as Taehyung moved forward, throwing the duffel bag over the rickety gate first, watching as he started to climb over the gate. The metal groaning under Taehyung’s weight. The clanking echoing in the almost silent night. Jimin was in awe as Taehyung easily and gracefully swung a leg over the top, finding his footing and swinging the other leg over before landing on the concrete with a thump. The gate rattled angrily as Taehyung jumped off, causing Jimin to shrink into himself a little, hoping the noise didn't draw any unwanted attention to them.
“Okay, Jimin. Your turn.”
Taehyung guided Jimin through his previous steps to help the older over the gate. The metal groaned less under Jimin’s light weight as Taehyung kept a strong grasp on the bars to keep it steady. Once Jimin gracefully got over halfway, Taehyung directed Jimin where to place his feet. His eyes wandered up the long length of Jimin’s legs before landing on the thick swell of Jimin’s ass. He didn't mean to stare but with the tight black jeans Jimin had decided to wear, Taehyung couldn’t look away. A yelp brought Taehyung back to the eerie reality before surging forward to catch Jimin.
Jimin’s heart skipped a beat as his foot slipped on the metal causing him to yelp. He was sure he was going to fall on his ass, but a pair of arms caught him and pulled him tightly into a firm chest and warm breath caressing his ear. Taking a deep breath, Jimn turned his head and unwillingly let out a tiny gasp, finding Taehyung’s face as close to his and dark eyes boring into his own.
“You okay?”
Taehyung’s voice was deep yet soft, like he only wanted Jimin to hear him despite being the only two under the moonlight. Jimin’s own voice caught in his throat as he bit his plush lip, his heart hammering in his chest. He was sure that Taehyung’s eyes flicked to his lips, but he blinked and Taehyung’s eyes were focused on him again. Not trusting his voice, Jimin softly nodded.
The pair didn’t move, continuing to stare into each other's eyes. Jimin caught Taehyung’s tongue running over his lips, making them glistening. He let out a tiny whimper at the sight before there was a significant gap between them with a blink of the eye. Jimin felt a pang in his chest as he swallowed thickly.
“Let’s,” Taehyung cleared his throat before continuing, “let’s go.”
Jimin inhaled deeply through his nose before letting it puff out in a cloud of white smoke with an even deeper sigh. Ignoring the feeling bubbling in his chest, picking up the forgotten duffel bag and securing it over his shoulder, Jimin stepped forward and followed Taehyung a few paces behind him. Wrapping his arms around himself, Jimin cautiously looked around. The moonlight twinkled through the branches, leaves crunching echoed through the night with each step. It wasn’t long before Jimin’s gaze landed on Taehyung.
Taehyung walked calmly, or so it seemed to Jimin. Taehyung’s hands were shaking deep within the pockets of his pants, his heart pounding in his chest. Taehyung was scared to death but he put on a brave face and willed himself to remain calm on the outside, for Jimin’s sake. Though, he couldn't control how he jumped at the sudden loud barking nearby before sighing a breath of relief upon realising it was just a dog.
Jimin had missed how Taehyung visibly jumped, he had shrieked hearing the dog’s bark’s causing Jimin to run forward, seeking Taehyung. Jimin gripped the others’ leather clad arm tightly, his side completely pressed against Taehyung.
“Tae, I’m scared.”
Any would be able to feel how Jimin’s body shook against Taehyung’s side, hear how his voice wavered as he spoke. He was sure that if the night were any more silent, you could hear his violently beating heart. His eyes now darted all over, fearing that there would be something lurking to jump out at them as they continued walking down the leafy, dirt track.
“It’ll be okay. As long as we stay together, we’ll be fine.”
Jimin repeated Taehyung’s words over and over in his head as they walked closer to the entrance of the hospital. As long as we stay together, we’ll be fine. Jimin truly wanted to believe that they’ll be fine, even as the cold shiver ran down his spine as the abandoned concrete building came into sight.
Warnings: Horror, Demon Jung Hoseok, Dark Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin is whipped for Taehyung, Kim Taehyung is oblivious, Jeon Jungkook is a little shit, Kim Seokjin is done with his shit, Jung Hoseok is a little shit too, halloween, twisted, truth or dare, haunted asylum, ghost stories, pranks & practical jokes, mind games, mindfuck, fiction, blood & gore, near death experiences, angst, angst with a happy ending, eventual smut, more tags will be added.
Summary:
A dare is still dare, whether it is aimed at a single person or at two.
Jimin and Taehyung are dared to spend 12 hours in the most haunted asylum in Korea, after unknowingly opening an old cursed jack in the box, holding an ancient being, their night becomes filled with twisted pranks and games.
Can Jimin and Taehyung survive the night, and the rest of their lives?
-or-
Jungkook dares Jimin and Taehyung to spend Halloween night at Gwangju's most haunted psychiatric hospital.
The one night of the year where candy, slutty costumes, sex and scary stories are appropriate in the same night. Each year neighbours tried a little harder to outdo themselves or each other and each year the same scary story is told amongst friends.
The tale of the jack in the box.
Distant laughter and faint ‘trick or treat’ from local kids permeated through the ajar window, even over the soft rustling of leaves outside. Screams and shrieks followed by laughter from adults scaring the children on their doorsteps, echoed through the street and into the night air. None of that was heard inside the only dark house in the street. The only light source from three candles and a single torch being passed around the circle of 6 friends as they played a Halloween tradition of truth or dare.
“Dare.”
Jungkook announced, sitting up on the floor straighter, eyes determined as he stared at Taehyung.
“Tell us a ghost story. A good one just for Jin hyung.”
Jimin chuckled at Seokjin’s noise of complaint, voicing his protests as Jungkook thought for a moment before announcing he has one for them. Jimin and Taehyung perked up, huddling closer together, eyes wide and excited, nearly bouncing in their seats. Yoongi and Namjoon, however, not as excited as the younger three, were matching unreadable expressions as they leaned against the plush, arms crossed over their stomachs. Upon hearing the maknae’s words, Seokjin had hoped, prayed, that Jungkook wouldn’t come up with something but he always had something up his sleeves. Seokjin reached behind him, retrieving a soft cushion, cuddling it close to his chest as his almond eyes widened in fear. Jungkook grabbed a hold of the lone torch, holding it under his chin once he turned it on, smirking eviling towards Jin.
“Legend has it. The psychiatric hospital, Gonjiam, in town. Is the most haunted place in all of Korea.”
Jungkook’s lower register sent a chilling shiver down Seokjin’s spine, making him hug the pillow closer. Jimin and Taehyung let out little murmurs of interest at each other before turning back to Jungkook with sparkling eyes. The two always causing mischief and pulling pranks, never shying away from a ghost story.
“Why is it haunted?”
“Because of the thing that wanders the floors. Numerous witnesses have said to have a shadowy figure, in the shape of a bunny, standing in the windows. The few survivors have said that their experience was like being in a game.”
Jungkook bustled in the way his hyungs visibly shuddered, even both Yoongi and Namjoon, but especially Seokjin. The oldest always so easily scared, made for the perfect target.
“People have reported seeing hallucinations of misshapen or disfigured figures chasing after them, even getting their hair pulled, taps on the shoulder but no one is behind them. Then, one day, it all stopped.”
Jungkook was animated in his speech, demonstrating as he narrated. Demonstrating on Seokjin, who was within arms reach of the maknae, almost falling to the floor as Jungkook pulled his hair roughly. Being used to Jungkook’s antics didn’t make this any easier.
“What happened, Kook?” Jimin piped up, elbows digging harder into Taehyung’s leg, who was too interested in the story to care.
“There are reports that the demon hunter from the 1800s, Samuel Colt, had caught wind of the haunting. He barged into the hospital, tricked and trapped the demon inside a jack in the box, never to cause trouble again and earning the name, Jack.”
“Why a child's toy?”
“Makes for a scarier story.” Jungkook shrugged, looking towards Namjoon. “I’m just telling you what I know.”
“Do you know any more?”
Taehyung dismissed Seokjin’s words ‘stop encouraging him’, too interested in knowing the ending of the story. Is the box still there? What did Samuel Colt do next?
“Well, according to the legend, Samuel Colt put the jack in the box in the basement. In hopes of returning to kill the thing he trapped. He had hoped to create a gun that can kill anything, supernatural anything. But,”
Jungkook paused, casting his gaze over his hyungs. Watching as Jimin and Taehyung leaned closer, almost folded in half, trying to prompt the younger in continuing. Yoongi and Namjoon wait patiently, while Seokjin, a single eye visible behind the pillow and shaky hands clutching the pillow tightly.
“He died not long before he could finish the gun.”
A chilling shiver ran down Jimin’s spine as he realised what Jungkook’s words then meant. It didn’t take his brain to connect the dots.
“So that means” Jimin started, looking at Taehyung, feeling him shudder against his side.
“That to this day” Taehyung continued, catching Jimin’s gaze, before both turned back to Jungkook with equally widened eyes and lips agape.
“The jack in the box is still inside the basement.” Jungkook finished, turning the torch off. “If you believe in ghost stories.”
An eerie silence fell over them, taking in Jungkook’s story and unprecedented ending. Little murmurs sounded as a handful of the members shuddered before silence fell again. The silence didn't last, broken by the eldest of the 6.
“Aish, Jungkook!” Seokjin shouted, repeatedly hitting the younger with the pillow, causing him to bellow, his body shaking from laughing. “Why are you like this? Scaring your hyung. I raised you better.”
Passerbyers slowed, their heads turning towards the house before continuing on their trick or treat journey. Joyous, loud laughter can even be heard from the street. Once the laughter died down, Jungkook then turned serious.
“Jimin hyung, truth or dare?”
Jimin’s head whipped up at Jungkook, taking a moment to pick an option before picking dare without a second thought. He watched as Jungkook’s smile widened, telling him that the younger one was hoping for him to pick that particular option. Jungkook’s body language telling him silently that he had a dare already picked and Jimin was dreading to hear what he had picked.
“I dare you and Tae to stay the night at Gonjiam and open the basement.”
Two pairs of wide eyes stared back at him, hoping they’d misheard not believing they’d have to actually go to the haunted hospital. Taehyung’s face turned serious as he repeated Jungkook’s words in his head.
“That’s two dares.” Taehyung pointed out.
“There’s two of you, isn't there?”
The pair sighed heavily, seeing no way out and seeing Jungkook’s point. The pair succumbed and agreed to Jungkook’s dare.
“And I want proof of you two there. That way I'll know you haven’t chickened out and the dare is valid.”
Hi guys, I have a new work available to read, but due to receiving so many hearts and no comments on my previous works on Tumblr, I unfortunately won't be posting full fics on here any more. I will be posting just teasers, little snippets. You will be able to find the full work on my ao3 and Wattpad. The links to my profiles are in my bio.
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Original Female Character
Warnings: Werewolf shifter Hoseok, painful shifting during full moon, mentions of blood, breeding season, mating cycles/in rut, breeding, Hobi loves the chase, biting, claiming, licking, significant size difference when he's shifted, Hobi has a big knot, size queen oc, multiple orgasms, blacking out, oral, vaginal penetration, bestiality (fucking in his wolf form), fucking in the woods, purely fictional, I do not condone this, possessive behaviour, dark, knot tied, soft Hobi at the end, slut calling, rutting, dry humping, dirty talk, aftercare at the end, strangers to lovers
Word Count: 4.6k
Summary:
Yuri wanders into the woods alone to see if the stories are true, If the beast really is as bad as they say. She finds out more than she bargained for.
Teaser/Snippet:
The sounds of branches and twigs snapping underneath books echoed throughout the woods. Sharp edges cutting at flesh, red running down and soaking into socks. Thick mist blocking visibility in every direction, making it easy for even the most experienced trackers lost. The full moon shining brightly, high in the sky provided very little light. Beams of soft light, coming through the naked branches of the trees, made the mist that much more eerie.
Yuri tried her best not to make too much noise, not to draw the attention of the beast that is said to live in these very woods. She had heard a number of rumours surrounding the beast, stating that it kills anything that dares to enter its territory, another had said that the beast is a cursed prince waiting for true love's kiss to set him free. Yuri had become curious, wanting to find out the truth for herself by foolishly wandering into the dark, misty woods. Alone. When the moon is full and at its highest. How foolish.
Yuri hissed as a sharp branch tore through her skin, feeling the crimson plasma run down her flesh, Yuri stopped for a moment, leaning against a boulder. A howl sounded through the woods, causing Yuri to break into a run, not caring as more branches cut into the skin of her arms and thighs. She gasped as a growl came from within the mist, too close for comfort, Yuri ran faster. Never stopping, even though her thighs were screaming at her, she kept running, hearing twigs crushing underneath another set of books and heavy breathing getting closer behind her. Yuri had only barely looked over shoulder before she was tackled to the ground. Leaves and dirt mixed with her blood, brown dirt smeared her palms, knees and cheeks, almost copping a mouth full of the forest floor.
A firm body pressed her into the harsh forest floor, twigs digging into her body uncomfortably. She could feel the body all over, pressing against her as large human hands harshly pinned her hands down and muscular thighs pressed against her own. The beings chest rapidly pressed against her back with each deep inhale. Puffs of air disrupted her hair, fanning over her ear as the thing holding her down breathed heavily. She let out a surprised gasp at the wirey fur tickling the back of her thighs as it swayed from side to side. A tail. A hybrid.
Hi followers, I have posted this work on Tumblr. the site I was going to use, my works are a tad bit to extreme for their guidelines so I will be continuing posting here for your enjoyment. Sorry for all the messing about.
Pairings: Jung Hoseok x OC Female Character (Yuri)
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Werewolf shifter Hoseok, painful shifting during full moon, mentions of blood, breeding season, mating cycles/in rut, breeding, Hobi loves the chase, biting, claiming, licking, significant size difference when he's shifted, Hobi has a big knot, size queen oc, multiple orgasms, blacking out, oral, vaginal penetration, bestiality (fucking in his wolf form), fucking in the woods, purely fictional, I do not condone this, possessive behaviour, dark, knot tied, soft Hobi at the end, slut calling, rutting, dry humping, dirty talk, aftercare at the end, strangers to lovers
Summary: Yuri wanders into the woods alone to see if the stories are true, If the beast really is as bad as they say. She finds out more than she bargained for.
A/N: I know I wasn't going to post this, but I realised that it doesn't fit the regulations or guidelines for Ko-Fi and Patreon, so here you go lovelies.
-Ariana
The sounds of branches and twigs snapping underneath books echoed throughout the woods. Sharp edges cutting at flesh, red running down and soaking into socks. Thick mist blocking visibility in every direction, making it easy for even the most experienced trackers lost. The full moon shining brightly, high in the sky provided very little light. Beams of soft light, coming through the naked branches of the trees, made the mist that much more eerie.
Yuri tried her best not to make too much noise, not to draw the attention of the beast that is said to live in these very woods. She had heard a number of rumours surrounding the beast, stating that it kills anything that dares to enter its territory, another had said that the beast is a cursed prince waiting for true love's kiss to set him free. Yuri had become curious, wanting to find out the truth for herself by foolishly wandering into the dark, misty woods. Alone. When the moon is full and at its highest. How foolish.
Yuri hissed as a sharp branch tore through her skin, feeling the crimson plasma run down her flesh, Yuri stopped for a moment, leaning against a boulder. A howl sounded through the woods, causing Yuri to break into a run, not caring as more branches cut into the skin of her arms and thighs. She gasped as a growl came from within the mist, too close for comfort, Yuri ran faster. Never stopping, even though her thighs were screaming at her, she kept running, hearing twigs crushing underneath another set of books and heavy breathing getting closer behind her. Yuri had only barely looked over shoulder before she was tackled to the ground. Leaves and dirt mixed with her blood, brown dirt smeared her palms, knees and cheeks, almost copping a mouth full of the forest floor.
A firm body pressed her into the harsh forest floor, twigs digging into her body uncomfortably. She could feel the body all over, pressing against her as large human hands harshly pinned her hands down and muscular thighs pressed against her own. The beings chest rapidly pressed against her back with each deep inhale. Puffs of air disrupted her hair, fanning over her ear as the thing holding her down breathed heavily. She let out a surprised gasp at the wirey fur tickling the back of her thighs as it swayed from side to side. A tail. A hybrid.
“Where are you running off too?”
The deep voice purred into Yuri’s ear, causing her body to betray her, shivering underneath the body as a warm breath fanned over her ear, lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke. Yuri tried to break free, mumbling to the hybrid to let her go, but a threatening growl rumbled from within him, feeling his chest vibrate on her back. The growl told her that she wasn’t going anywhere, so she froze under him. The hybrid's hands gripped tighter, body pressing her further into the ground, almost letting her feel his whole weight. The hybrid on top of her, buried his nose into her hair, breathing deeply, humming as he exhaled.
“You smell delicious.”
Yuri’s heart thumped roughly against her chest, fearing that the rumours were true. She was going to die. She pulled harder against the hands holding her, kicked as much as she could against the legs caging her and pushed her body against his. The beast above her sucked in a breath as her ass pressed into his hardened cock. Feeling his hands loosening, Yuri kept rubbing her ass against him until she was able to break free.The beast growled as Yuri scrambled to her feet, then dashing further into the woods
Hoseok let out a deep breath as he lifted his head to catch the last glimpse of the girl disappearing into the mist. Balling his hands into fists, he breathed in the air, still tainted with her sweet scent as he leaned back on his heels, running his tongue over his bottom lip. He decided to give the girl a few moments head start, letting her think that she has successfully escaped before pouncing on her again.
Yuri ran as fast as she could, not knowing what direction she was headed as long as it was away from the beast. She could hear branches rustling and snapping behind her, telling her that he had caught up with her. Changing direction, Yuri ran faster, her chest heaving, breath coming out in pants and legs feeling like they’re on fire. A chuckle rang out behind her, a reminder that he knows these woods better than any other living creature. It didn't take her long to figure out why the hybrid had laughed. She skidded to halt, letting out a sigh of disbelief. A deadend. The beast blocking her only exit.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.” The hybrid chided, standing his ground, dark eyes burning into the girl's back.
She had found her way into an alley of sorts. Trees planted tightly either side of a path leading to a massive boulder, creating a deadend path with nowhere to go but the same way in. Yuri stared at the boulder a few more seconds, taking a deep breath before she turned around, facing the hybrid a few metres away from her. Pitch black hair covered, equally dark eyes as they peaked through the black curtain and pierced into her soul, lips pulled into an almost evil smirk, she couldn’t deny how attractive he is. Dark grey tail swaying behind him, similarly colured ears twitched at every sound hers could not hear.
“What do you want?”
Hoseok basked in the shakiness of her voice as she had tried to mask it from him, pressing herself further against the boulder. A dangerous question to be asking at this time of the month.
“You.”
That one word caused her breath to catch in Yuri’s throat, feeling betrayed by her body yet again as she felt herself getting wet, her body warming up.
“Why?”
Yuri was somewhat terrified of the answer. She braced herself against the boulder as he stepped closer to her, dark eyes getting impossibly darker as the distance between them got smaller.
“To breed you, of course.” He whispered into her ear, feeling her body shudder.
Yuri couldn’t explain how the complete strangers' words turned her so much, when they shouldn’t. She couldn’t stop the goosebumps from rising as he traced a finger lightly over cheek, balling her hands into fists. His other hand held her waist, placing a leg between hers but never touching her. Trailing his finger to her jaw, tilting it up, making her look at him.
“I can smell how much your body wants it. Craves it.”
The hybrid leaned down and ran his nose along the column of her neck, breathing in her scent. His grip on her waist tightened the more he breathed in her intoxicating scent, feeling the beast within him almost surfacing, wanting to claim her. Mark her and breed her. Hoseok pushed his body against hers, completely caging her in. A moan caught in her throat as she felt him roll his body against hers. The deep chuckle was a telltale sign he felt it against his lips on her neck, sucking a bruise on her pulse point, feeling her body start to go pliant against him. Groaning into her neck, he rolled his hips into hers, letting her feel his hard cock. Her hands moved on their own accord, grasping at the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. A small moan escaped her lips, against her will as she felt how hard he was.
“The name’s Hoseok, you’ll be screaming it soon.” His lips caressed the shell of her ear as he spoke, taking the lobe between his teeth and tugging on it, eliciting a soft moan to fall from her sweet lips.
The hybrid then suddenly doubled over, groaning and curling his arms around his stomach, feeling the wolf within, surfacing. He grunted as he felt his bones breaking and skin tearing. The burning sensation in the pit of Yuri’s stomach subsided, dwindling slowly to a barely there ache. Yuri had contemplated reaching out to the now distressed hybrid for a small moment, instead, choosing to carefully make it past the hybrid, she hastily ran out of there. Heading in the direction of civilization and out of the forest or so she thought.
Clothes were torn, large paws in place of hands and feet, dark grey fur covering skin and the pain finally gone. Yet, his cock still ached, needing to be in something or in someone, desperately needing to breed before the end of the full moon. Yuri’s scent still filled the air. Hoseok lifted his head up, finding he was alone in the alley like part of the woods. His alpha laughed, enjoying the idea of chasing her again too much and howled with sadistic enjoyment. Turning on his hind legs, Hoseok took off in the direction of her scent, kicking up dirt with each stride.
The wolf found Yuri, making it in time to pull her from falling off the ridge by her shirt, tugging her to the ground. Yuri hadn’t known that the wrong turn she took led to a ridge. The still thick fog obscuring her sight, she did not see the dark abyss leading to death. She felt herself beginning to descend into eternal darkness. The darkness never came, blinking she found herself laying on the ground, face to face with a dark grey wolf. The beast loomed over her, large paws either side of her shoulders, her feet barely reaching the wolf’s hind paws. A breeze glided over her bare stomach, making Yuri aware that her shirt and possibly her shorts had been ripped and torn from running through the dense forest.
The wolf licked her face a few times before trying to lick into her mouth. Yuri put her hands on the wolf’s mussel, trying to push him away from her but to no avail, the beast was much stronger. She let her arms fall to the side as one of her legs bent and lent over her other as she let the wolf lick deep into her mouth with its long, thick tongue. Her body writhed as her pussy became wet, warmth spreading through her body as she tried to breath through her nose. The warm muscle licked deep into the back of her mouth, activating her gag reflex.
The wolf’s tongue moved to her cheek, letting her breathe properly for a moment after hearing her gag on the long muscle. The wolf licked over her lips, asking for permission once more. Yuri’s hands went to the beast’s neck, opening her mouth wide. Letting out a huff in happiness, the long, thick muscle entered deep into her warm mouth, licking every inch as he possibly can.
Yuri felt her legs fall open on their own accord, a cool breeze fanning her inner thighs and making her acutely aware her shorts are now barely there, essentially exposing her pussy to the night and to the beast above her. The wolf lifted his head, sniffing the air, his exhales brushing over Yuri’s face. The scent of her arousal invaded Hoseok’s senses, using a paw to rid her of her shirt, completely tearing it off her body, exposing her supple breasts to him. Yuri watched as the wolf stared at her breasts, licking his mussel, a sense of satisfaction filled her being.
The wolf licked down her body, under her jaw, over her neck and to her chest. The first lick to her nipple, sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, accompanied by a long, shaky moan. Satisfied with this reaction, Hoseok kept licking at her breasts, making them justle with each swipe of his tongue. Her hands moved to the wolf’s head, holding him against her chest as her back arched, pushing her breast further into the warm, wet mouth. Yuri moaned loudly as sharp teeth bit at her nipple, pulling it and letting go. Hearing such a reaction Hoseok did the same to the other nipple, licking them both to ease the pain.
The wolf’s tongue ventured further, tasting every bit of Yuri’s skin. Goosebumps rose as the tongue moved to a different spot, saliva cooling with the breeze. The build up of pleasure with her keeping her warm in the cool autumn air, her skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat and dirt. Yuri’s hands grabbed at the soil beneath her as the wolf moved down to her legs. The thick tongue licking at her ankle, alternating legs as he moved higher and higher until the hem of her torn shorts. Her breath came out in pants as the tongue licked at her inner thighs. A large paw spread her legs wider, giving him proper access to her thighs.
The wolf’s cold, wet nose pressed against her pussy causing Yuri to back away shrieking, limps pushing at the ground. The wolf growled, firmly biting her leg to drag her back to him, blood trialled from the small and shallow puncture wounds. The wolf’s paw rested on her stomach for a moment, before sliding down her body and ripping the shorts, letting the fabric fall onto the forest floor. Yuri now completely exposed, she contemplated making another run away with the beast not touching her but it would only be worse for her in the end.
Choosing to give up and let this happen, Yuri spread her legs wider, showing the beast her pussy with confidence. She let out a chuckle as the wolf sniffed her pussy and arousal curiously, rapid exhales tickling her sensitive folds. She gasped, back arching as the warm, thick tongue licked through her wet folds. Grunting, the wolf pressed his snout further into her pussy, tongue licking rapidly and constantly changing the direction.
The wolf’s tongue quickly had Yuri writhing, her whole body moving and twisting, her hips buckling uncontrollably as moans and whines fell from her mouth. Her heels dug trenches in the soil, nails clawing at the ground and twigs and leaves tangling in her long, blue hair. The wolf nipped at her clit a few times with his sharp teeth, tugging on the highly sensitive bud, causing Yuri to cry out and her back to arch high off the ground. A large paw pressed on her stomach, seizing her movements. Firmly pressed to the ground and nowhere to go.
The wolf moved his head down, his tongue licking deep into her entrance, his cold nose pressed into her clit. Yuri had felt nothing like it, no man’s tongue had ever gone this deep before and almost felt it swiping at her cervix. Yuri felt her high approaching, coil within stretching until it's almost straight, then, suddenly everything stopped. Yuri groaned in frustration, slamming her hands on the dirt, sending particles flying as the thick tongue disappeared.
Yuri opened her eyes, gaze up at the panting beast, dripping a mix of salvia and her juices onto her chest. She looked down, breath hitching in her throat. The tip of the wolf’s cock, red in colour, peaked out from the sheath. Before Yuri could think about her actions, she brought and hand up to her mouth and spat on it. She raised her hand to the cock, rubbing the sheath over him, coaxing the red cock to fully show itself before her.
The beast whined, shifting his back legs as her hand grazed over his half revealed cock. She wondered what it would taste like to taste it as she stared shamelessly at the oddly coloured cock, how it would feel to have it in her mouth. Yuri leaned forward, ready to take the tip into her mouth, but before she could do anything else, the beast roughly flipped her over, forcing her onto all fours, preventing her curious eyes from looking any longer. Her palms and knees scraped across the soil as she was animal handled into place. The beast stood over her, making her look significantly smaller than he.
Yuri gasped as she felt his cock rub against her ass, it felt like an eel, wet and slimy yet smooth. She rubbed her ass against him more, enticing the beast to hurry and do something. The wolf whined feeling her ass caress the underside of his large, strained cock. Yuri moaned as the wolf began to rut against her ass, catching on her rim now and then. Reaching behind her, Yuri took hold of the thick and hot to touch cock, she directed the cock to her pussy. She shrieked feeling the cock stretch her walls open to the max. The cock was so thick, almost the same girth as a woman’s wrist, she knew from that, the wolf’s knot was going to be much bigger.
Feeling the inner walls surrounding his cock, Hoseok’s alpha took over, fucking into her with brute force and no mercy. Her nipples rubbed against the dirt below with each powerful thrust as she leaned on her forearms, pushing her hips up higher. The knot in the pit of her stomach began to stretch, her breaths coming out in cries and clawing at the ground in front of her, stretching her arms above her head. The wolf panted next to her ear, his breath fanning over her arms, drool dripping onto her skin.
Yuri cried out feeling the base of the thick cock swell, for a moment she feared it would be too big, feared that it would tear her open. She tried clawing away, nails digging in the dirt as she pushed her feet into the ground. The wolf growled, wrapping a paw around her shoulder, claws digging into a breast, drawing blood as he held her against him. Her hands dragged over the dirt as the beast lifted her, his strong fur digging into her bare back, her limbs swinging from the force of the thrusts. The wolf's knot started to catch on her walls causing her to shout out, though no one would hear her. No one would ever know what happened in these woods.
Yuri felt like she was being torn apart, impaled on the beast's insanely thick cock. Her head hung, hair falling into the dirt, if she opened her eyes she could see the underside of the cock and knot stretching her wide, her cum dripping and mixing with the forest floor below. The beast grunted as he tried to force his fat knot inside her tight pussy, causing Yuri to cry out with each push deeper inside.
“Hoseok!”
Yuri screamed out his name, cumming as his knot finally lodged within her with a howl from the beast. The wolf dropped his arm to the ground, sending Yuri falling face first into the dirt, dangling on his knot, howling as he came in her. She braced herself on shaky arms, feeling every inch of his knot within her and every hot drop of his wolf cum filling her up. She felt impossibly full to the brim, yet hot cum kept flowing. Yuri let out sweet moans as her pussy clenched around the softball sized knot, feeling it twitch as spurts of cum dripped on her walls.
Yuri felt herself being lifted by strong paw and fur prickling against her back, she did nothing to object, her whole numbed from the intense fucking and fullness of the knot. She looked at her stomach, finding it bulging just above her pelvis, placing a hand over it, she felt it twitch against in more ways than one. She didn’t know where the wolf was taking her nor did she care much. The knot in her jolted with each step, making it constantly rub against her g-spot as he walked while holding her against him, hopping on one front leg.
Yuri hummed and moaned at the constant rubbing, almost feeling like he’s fucking her again while hopping and walking. Her legs and arms swayed and bounced as the wolf moved, her head bobbing up and down as strong hind legs pushed against the backs of her thighs. A whine from the wolf sounded as her walls clenched harshly against the knot, fueling her approaching orgasm. The wolf suddenly jumped over a fallen log, high enough to not hurt his mate. The motion caused the knot to pull on her walls, skin stretching until it was thin, straining before the knot was forced back inside, triggering Yuri’s second intense orgasm of the night and blacking out.
By the time Yuri came too, the wolf had stopped. She found herself in what looked like a dark cave. The moonlight of the full moon gave enough light for Yuri to see human arms wrapped around her and a human leg thrown over her own. Yuri felt soft fabric under her, cushioning her and her companion from the hard, cold, stone floor. Looking around more, she saw the remnants of dirt covering her skin, she took her whole body in. A noticeable bulge in her lower stomach, shifting her hips slightly, she felt the knot still lodged in her pussy, smaller than before but still big enough to not leave her easily. Dried blood lingered on her breast from the wolf’s claws. Looking over her shoulder, her eyes widened, finding Hoseok already looking down at her. Slowly, he raised a hand, gently moving a stray piece of her out of her eyes, smiling softly.
“Just a few more minutes and the knot will go down. How are you feeling?”
Yuri felt warmth blooming within at how concerned he sounded for her wellbeing after the past events, but on the other hand, she felt disheartened that the knot will go down as she looked at where they were connected. Hoseok placed a hand over her lower belly, right where his knot is deep inside her, like he knew what was going through her mind.
“Like jelly, honestly.” Her voice came out hoarse, all the shrieking and screaming had taken its toll on her throat. “But amazing and full.”
Yuri was rewarded with a heart-shaped grin, happy with her answer. Hoseok buried his face in the crook of her neck, her head falling over his arm to give him better access. Yuri hummed as soft lips travelled along the column of her neck, yelping as sharp canines nipped at her pulse point before licking over the area.
“I never asked for your name.”
Shivering as his lips caressed her skin as he spoke, she realised she never told him. They seemed to have done everything backwards but Yuri didn’t care and it seemed Hoseok didn’t either as he sucked more purple bruises on her neck, giving her a reminder for when she returns home. If she returns home.
“It’s Yuri.”
“Yuri. Can I kiss you, bite you, mark you and make you mine?”
Yuri loved how her name sounded with his raspy voice, shivers ran down her spine that she was sure he could feel. Her body responded before she could, her pussy clenching around him tightly causing him to grunt against her neck.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Hoseok hummed, rocking his hips against her ass.
Yuri moaned, a hand threading through his hair as he rolled his hips against her. The knot rubbing against her walls, making her sigh happily as a knot drunken smile appeared on her lips. Hoseok brought a hand up to her jaw, turning her towards him. Brown eyes gazed into ocean blue orbs before flicking down to her full lips. Yuri bobbed her head in a slight, single nod before his lips descended onto hers. Moaning into her mouth, Hoseok’s arms tightened, pulling her impossibly closer to him. Her hands moved to his hand and hair, gripping his hand firmly as her other buried in black locks, damp with sweat.
“I wish I could keep you impaled on my knot forever.”
It felt different while he was human, maybe it was the dirty words spoken with such deep, huskiness or maybe it was how she could feel him everywhere. Yuri settled that it was a mixture of everything as the burning pit within returned for a third time. Hoseok lightly trailed a hand down her curves, over her hips and to her pussy. Rubbing slow circles over clit, causing Yuri to turn her head further and bite onto Hoseok’s arm.
“Are you going to cum around my knot again, little one?”
Hoseok chuckled as Yuri hummed in answer, he could feel that she was, her walls impossibly tight around him, even in this form. He could feel his own high coming forth the more he rolled his hips against her. The hand on her pussy moved to her thigh, shifting so he could bring her leg to rest over his, granting him more leverage and better access as he bent his leg to keep hers in place. Hoseok ran his hand down her thigh, returning to rubbing fast, tight circles on her pussy as he thrusted his hips faster, his knot catching on he opening each outward pull. Yuri turned into a moaning, babbling mess, drool cascading over Hoseok’s forearm.
“Look at you, who would have thought you would become such a knot slut?’
The degradation went straight to her pussy, clenching and unclenching on his knot for the uptenth time this night as Hoseok chuckled into her ear. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut short by Yuri clenching impossibly harder on his knot, rocking her hips back to meet his, her moans increasing in pitch. Hoseok noted that she was close, very close, choosing this moment to sink his sharp canines into her pulse point.
Yuri screamed the only word she could string together through the pain of the bite, his name. Her voice echoed throughout the cave as she came for the third and final time. This time staying conscious, thankfully. Hearing the so-called beast groan as he cums was something she’d like to remember forever. Hoseok removed his canines, licking over the puncture wounds to help aid in healing.
“Are you okay if I pull out? It may hurt.”
“You fucked me in your wolf form and now you’re concerned about hurting me?”
Hoseok could only laugh while heartedly, throwing his head back, knowing she was right. He the. carefully shifted both of them, so she was on her hands and knees. Yuri lowered herself onto her forearms and arching her back dramatically, causing Hoseok to groan at the sight. He placed his hands on the round swells of her ass. Then, slowly, after taking a well needing deep breath, he pulled his hips back. Yuri made a noise as often as she could, with each exhale she would hum or moan. Hoseok watched how her skin stretched around his knot, he wished he had a camera to remember the sight. Yuri aided, feeling his knot halt moving, using all the strength she had left, she pushed. Their mixed juices bubbling out of her pussy, dribbling over her clit and onto the stoney floor. She repeated the motion a few times as he pulled back, more liquid spilling and little bubbling noises came before his knot and cock were finally released with a squelching pop, a cry of his name and a satisfied sigh.
Hoseok marvelled at how her seemingly tight pussy gaped and clenched around nothing, pausing for a moment to watch how their mixed juices spilled over her pussy and glistened in the moonlight, the more he spread her open. Leaning down, he ran the tip of his tongue over her pussy, intending to only clean her of the liquid. Once satisfied he placed a soft kiss on the small of her back, trailing up to her ear.
