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‘Scream’

LEE MINHO X READER X HWANG HYUNJIN

When a string of brutal murders rocks a quiet town, Y/N and her friends find themselves caught in a deadly game of cat and mouse. What begins as harmless flirtation, jealousy, and college drama spirals into paranoia as a masked killer seems to target her group. The body count rises, loyalty fractures and masks fall. Because in this town, everyone has something to hide and a killer is hiding in plain sight.

Warnings - MDNI 18+ swearing, angst, horror, gore, gaslighting, violence, threats on life, main character deaths, possessive behaviour, multiple kill scenes, yandere themes, love?, smut, dom/sub dynamics, use of pet-names, spit roast, threesome, oral sex (f&m receiving), deepthroating, face fucking, nipple play, bondage, dumbification, praise kink, degradation, rough sex, possessive sex, unprotected sex.

A/N - This was mine and @hoes4minho’s love child, we wanted to post this on Halloween but now it's a little Christmas gift for you! Thank you so much for being patient, more from the series will be posted soon! We hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it.

Word Count - 22.5K

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Classes today had dragged more than usual, but as you approached your friends at the end of the day, your heart warmed at the sight. You reminded yourself that these were the people who kept you going when life just got too… boring.

Your boyfriend, Minho, spotted you first, a small teasing smile on his lips, the dark glint in his eyes as they trailed over your form; he already had you excited to get your hands on him again. Minho was in his regular seat, leather jacket hanging off him, at your usual hangout spot after the college day had ended.

You claimed the space next to him as he moved his arm around your waist, “Someone’s looking a bit too tasty today,” he whispers into your ear before kissing the sensitive spot underneath it.

You blush and peck his mouth, “Look who’s talking,” you reply.

“Can you two cut it out?” Jisung groans from across the table. “Some of us are trying to eat, gross.”

“Not my problem, you’re a little virgin,” Minho retorts. He doesn’t actually mean any malice behind the comment, but Jisung pretends to be offended anyway, scoffing with his hand clutching his chest.

Felix and Jeongin mutter in the corner about their last class. Jeongin was new to your friendship group, having computer engineering with Felix, the blonde deciding to invite him to lunch a few months ago, and Jeongin hadn't left his side since.

The rest of your friends consisted of Chan, the appointed leader, though no one really listened to him; he was in Minho’s year, one year above your own. You’d always had a secret crush on him, but once Minho asked you out, you tried to put those feelings aside, not that well, mind you. Minho could definitely tell; he observed people more than he spoke, and he had a sixth sense for anyone who was interested in his girl, and he also knew his best friend Chan. He could tell the feeling between you was mutual, but Minho swallowed his feelings on the matter, not wanting to push you away or break up the group because, annoyingly, he wasn't the only one who had eyes for you.

Minho was neither stupid nor blind. You were beautiful, intelligent, funny, and you weren’t easy to get. Minho had spent months finally getting you to agree to go on a date with him, finding out later that you were seeing someone else at the time, but you’d broken it off. That made him feel a little better about all his hard work, in the knowledge that it wasn’t his bad pick-up lines, it was just that you already had someone, that someone being Felix.

Minho was aware he was your first, but he simply didn’t feel threatened by him. He knew you two were just two close friends who fucked, at least until he subtly put a stop to it by pursuing you.

Hyunjin was busy with his pencil, sitting in the corner, his eyes cast down at his latest sketch, his brow furrowed in concentration, and his tongue poking out against his plush bottom lip. You both had art classes together, and truthfully, those were your favourite. Hyunjin had this quiet side to him when he was painting. He would focus entirely on what he was doing, meaning that apart from the occasional whispers between your easels that always stood next to each other, art was peaceful and warm, and your time with Hyunjin felt easy.

You leaned towards him, hoping to get his attention, “What are you working on?” you asked, in a small voice. Minho had turned away from you now, chatting with Chan, though his hand still remained on the small of your back.

Hyunjin’s eyes flick up to you, then back at his drawing, then back to you again before he realises you’re speaking to him. “Oh- Urm, not much…” he rubs the back of his neck, his ears pink. “Just a doddle really.”

“Can I see?” You flutter your lashes, the words leaving your lips sweetly, and Hyunjin feels like he could just fucking die right there. He finds you so cute when you take an interest in his artwork, but sometimes he forgets himself around you. He forgets where he is.

“It’s not finished,” he mumbles under his breath in embarrassment, the blush on his ears starting to travel up his neck.

He tilts the sketch towards you so it’s only in your line of view. You pull away from Minho, enough for him to notice, but he just side-eyes you before continuing his conversation with Chan. Hyunjin watches you intensely as you glance over the lines and shading on his paper. Your eyes glow as you do, and Hyunjin swallows loudly, nerves swimming in his gut, waiting patiently for your response. His heartbeat starts to ring in his ears.

What if you hate it? What if you're freaked out?

Luckily, his worries are suddenly stamped on when a soft grin pulls on your pretty cupid's bow. Hyunjin sighs, still waiting but relishing in the moment as your eyes finally meet his again. “Is it… Me?” Your words are hesitant, and that surprises him somewhat.

He nods, unable to speak without fumbling his words.

“It’s really- you made me look… beautiful.” You say, and Hyunjin is now even more surprised, he made you look beautiful. No, you definitely do that all by yourself. Before he can say anything, however, your boyfriend chimes in as if he’d been listening.

“You are beautiful.” his arm now drapes over your shoulder, leaning over to check out the drawing himself.

He nods approvingly, thank god, Hyunjin thinks. He knows that Minho has a possessive side, which is why Hyunjin adores his classes with you. A place you can both be you without the eyes of others burning into your backs or your boyfriend decoding every word he utters to you.

“Good work, man,” Minho says, with a side smirk.

“Thanks,” Hyunjin replies plainly before tucking the sketch away in his bag. He reminds himself not to sketch you in public again; he prefers doing it in the privacy of his own home, usually. As he zips the bag shut, a loud gasp sounds from Jisung across the table. When you all look to him, he pushes the phone on the table.

Seungmin, the number one baseball player in the whole college and straight up loveable asshole, is the first to pick it up. “Shit!” he exclaims.

Changbin snatches the phone off of him, his muscles flex as he does, Seungmin playfully biting his shoulder, but Changbin ignores him.

He glances over the screen for a moment before Felix calls to him from his spot, “Care to tell us what’s going on?” his deep voice cuts through the passing students on their way home.

Changbin huffs a sigh, then begins reading, “Local English professor found dead in home invasion. Guys, he was stabbed thirteen times.”

Jeongin gasps loudly, and fear creeps into his gaze when Changbin passes him the phone so he can read the article.

Jisung finally stops gawking, “It’s that hot English professor, Mr Thompson.”

“No more left at the school now,” you say, attempting to lighten the mood.

“So you’re into older guys now, hmm?” Minho teases, his smirk back on his face, he squeezes your shoulder, the motion familiar now that you’ve been together for so long.

You roll your eyes, teasing him back, “Don’t be jealous, baby, I just like a man who can keep up with me in class.”

You and Chan exchange a look, just long enough for Minho to notice. The others were all too engrossed in discussion about the news report to catch on. Minho’s smile fades and turns into a cold stare in Chan’s direction. Minho attempts to keep himself calm, Chan is his friend, and you’re his girlfriend, he reminds himself, but Chan notices the shift in atmosphere, almost as if he can feel the daggers Minho is throwing at him with his eyes.

He looks up from his tray, his eyes meeting Minho's intense gaze. "What's up, Minho? You look like you've seen a ghost." His voice is casual, but there's an underlying edge of defensiveness.

Minho replies, low and cocky, “Nothing, just enjoying my lunch.”

The lunch that started with a morbid joke has quickly turned into a silent battle between Minho and Chan, with you caught in the middle. You decide to defuse the dick measuring contest and change the subject.

“Sooo,” you hiss between your teeth. “What’s everyone wearing to Seungmin’s party tonight?”

“It’s a Halloween party, right? Aren’t we wearing costumes?” Hyunjin asks, fiddling with the silver rings on his fingers, a nervous habit of his.

“Nah, I just want you all to show up looking hot.” Seungmin chuckles. “I don’t need any of you ruining my game by dressing like a fairy.” His eyes glance to his freckled friend when he says it.

“Hey! I look sexy as fuck with wings. You were the one hitting on me!” Felix shouts, referring to last year's Halloween get-together at Changbin’s house. You and Minho were making out on the stairs when you saw Seungmin whispering in Felix’s ear and running his fingers over his pink glittery wings.

“My point is,” Seungmin says, ignoring the accusation. “Some of us are trying to get laid. So just look good, okay?”

Changbin laughs and high-fives him. He mutters about winning some stupid bet they have on who can take someone home first.

Hyunjin makes eye contact with you, but quickly glances away like he’s been caught. He internally scolds himself and starts picking up his bag. “I’ll see you all later.”

A string of ‘Bye’ and ‘Catch you later’ echoes from the group as you watch him walk to his black car. The others all continue to talk about the weird home invasions that have been reported in the town, but all of them agree that Mr. Thompson being found stabbed in his home is a little worrying.

You, however, zone out from the conversation and stare at where Hyunjin’s car was sitting before he drove off, ‘cigarettes after sex’ blaring from his vehicle's stereo as he turned down the street.

“You okay, baby?” Minho says, pulling you out of your trance.

“Yeah, just thinking about what I’m gonna wear tonight,” you mutter as an excuse.

He smiles, pulling you closer, his nose ghosting your throat, “You know my favourite colour on you, right?” he whispers, suggestively.

“Black,” you reply, playfully. Holding back an eye-roll at how predictable he is. His lips meet your neck as he peppers kisses over your skin, but he quickly pulls away when Jisung yells at you again.

“Get a fucking room!”

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The bass from the speakers pulses through the floor as you walk into the house, the warmth and noise of the party overwhelming you immediately. The first thing that catches your eye is Jeongin, who’s clearly had a bit too much to drink. Seungmin and Changbin are gently guiding him out; he’s stumbling and laughing, but then he sees you, and his smile grows wider.

“Oh, hey Y/N! I wish you had got here earlier we could have played seven minutes in heaven,” he winks at you and you’re almost caught off guard by his sudden confidence.

“Aww, you poor thing!” You laugh. “I dunno how Minho would feel about you trying to steal me.”

“Get in line, baby bread. Come on we’re taking you home.” Seungmin interrupts with a sigh but you know he’s only annoyed because he’s leaving his own party to look after his friend.

“No fair! I wanna stay!” Jeongin moans but he stumbles again with a hiccup.

Changbin supports his weight dragging him out with the ease of a man who spends hours in the gym. “We’ll be back in a sec,” he says to you.

“Look after my house for me will you?” Seungmin calls out as they continue to Changbin’s car.

“Will do!” You reply shutting the front door. You make your way to the kitchen, where you find Jisung nursing a soda. He grins as soon as he sees you.

“Not drinking tonight?” You ask with a confused expression.

“Nah, I gotta huge test tomorrow in media studies and I need to ace it if I wanna keep my grades up this semester,” he says shaking his head before he takes another sip. “Get a drink, let’s go and dance. That outfit is way too sexy for you to stay in the kitchen all night!”

You chuckle and before long, the two of you are dancing together in the living room, a drink or two down.

Jisung spins you around and holds your hips so you’re grinding against him, he knows what he’s doing, he knows that Minho is here somewhere though you haven’t seen him all night which is a little weird but he’s never been a huge party guy, only really arriving to hang out with you or Chan.

It’s easy and comfortable with Jisung though, his only motive is to have fun and tease Minho for not grabbing you first. You’ve dressed to turn heads tonight and as you move on the dance floor, you know you’re drawing attention but you and Jisung just continue to laugh and enjoy the moment together.

Across the room, Hyunjin can’t keep his eyes off you. He’s trying to be subtle, but Felix notices immediately. He slides up to Hyunjin, nudging him with a grin. “You’re staring at her again,” he says, teasingly.

Hyunjin flushes slightly, shaking his head. “I’m not staring. Just…she looks good tonight,” he mumbles.

Felix chuckles, his eyes follow Hyunjin’s gaze, the sway of your hips makes him lick his lips at the memory of your body beneath his. “Yeah, she does, you should see what she looks like in bed,” Felix drops the comment casually as he sips his alcohol.

“What?” Hyunjin spits, he’s no longer watching you and turns to look at Felix instead, who’s smirking over his red plastic cup.

“You didn’t know?” Felix says with a tilt of his head.

Hyunjin’s jaw tenses for a moment. He tries to brush it off, but Felix can see the flicker of jealousy in his features. “You’re just messing with me,” Hyunjin mumbles, but Felix shrugs.

“Ask her or Minho if you want to, hell, I think most of the guys knew about it, we weren’t exactly hiding it. We were each other’s firsts,” Hyunjin visually shudders when Felix says it. “We just kept hooking up but then she started seeing Minho so we called it quits,” his tone darkens slightly at the last part and Hyunjin can tell it wasn’t his idea that you stopped fucking though he can still feel the blood boiling under his skin, a flush to his face.

He swallows and turns back to watch you as you giggle innocently at something Jisung whispers in your ear. He pushes down the jealousy and heads towards the kitchen, “You want another?” He asks Felix who nods immediately, “if you wouldn’t mind mate.” Hyunjin passes Minho who’s emerged from the kitchen, dressed in his usual dark clothes and leather jacket. Minho nods at him and he returns the gesture squeezing through the bodies of people who crowd the area.

Meanwhile, you’re still dancing with Han, oblivious to the conversation across the room and the several pairs of eyes that are on you. You spin around and bump right into a large body, your face nearly hitting his muscly chest.

Chan catches you easily, his hands warm on your arms as he steadies you. “Hey, sweetheart,” he says, his voice low and teasing. “Looks like you’re having a lot of fun tonight.” He gives you elevator eyes, his pupils blown out slightly. “Cute outfit.”

You laugh languidly and lean into him a little, the buzz of the party and the drinks making you bolder. “Well, you’re always there to catch me, aren’t you?” you say, pushing your luck. Chan smiles, playing along, and for a moment, you’re just hanging onto him, letting the world blur around you. “Fuck, you are trouble aren’t you,” he chuckles.

Minho watches from a shadowed corner, his gaze cool and unreadable. He doesn’t intervene, instead, he just watches as Chan eventually offers to take you upstairs to rest, stating you’ve overdone it with the drinking, you attempt to argue but his hand is already on your lower back as he leads you away.

Minho’s eyes narrow just slightly, a flicker of something darker settling in his chest. As the party hums on, he steps outside onto the back patio, the cool night air a relief against the simmering irritation he feels. He lights a cigarette, taking a slow drag as he watches the shadows stretch across the yard. A moment later, Jisung joins him, leaning against the railing and offering a nod of camaraderie.

“Needed a break from the chaos?” Jisung asks with a half-smile.

Minho exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes in a fierce scowl. “Yeah. Just needed some air.” His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of something else beneath it, a tension that Jisung doesn’t entirely miss. They chat idly for a moment, but Jisung can sense that Minho is distracted. Eventually, he decides to head back inside, leaving Minho alone with his thoughts and the ember of his cigarette.

Hyunjin and Felix are still in their corner, the conversation about you lingering between them. “What’s she like then? Hmm,” Hyunjin asks, now tipsy, nudging Felix with his elbow.

Felix scoffs, “You really wanna know?”

Hyunjin downs his drink and looks at him expectantly.

Felix tuts under his breath, “She’s subby as fuck, and…” he pauses now making eye contact with his friend. “She whimpers beautifully.”

Hyunjin’s eyes darken and he nibbles at his lower lip, like he can imagine it, “fuck,” he replies but then Jisung approaches them still sporting a soda in hand.

“Hey, what are you two conspiring about, it’s a party come and play some drinking games with me?” He whines.

“Felix was telling me how he and Y/N used to fuck-“ Hyunjin begins but Jisung quickly cuts in, “Jesus Christ! Can you not! She’s my best friend, plus are you mad! Minho is around here somewhere and if he catches you he’ll have your heads, you know how possessive he is over her!” He exclaims, glancing over his shoulder towards the back door.

“W-weren’t you the one…” Felix hiccups. “The one grinding your dick against her ass earlier.” He says pointing to the make-shift dance floor and slurring his words.

“Minho doesn’t fucking care about me, I’ve been best friends with her longer than any of you have known her, he doesn’t see me as a threat!” Jisung says hastily, his tone defensive.

“That or he knows you’re an absolute virgin!” Felix shouts.

Jisung’s eyes go wide and he scans the area luckily the crowd of voices drown out Felix’s words over the blaring music. “Shut up!” He yells but Felix laughs and starts lying sideways on the couch, his eyelids growing heavy. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, dickhead. Let’s get you home.” Jisung says with a sigh, putting his arm around the blonde.

“Want me to go with you?” Hyunjin asks, worried Jisung will struggle to hold him.

“Nah I got him, you stay and have fun,” Jisung says, to which Hyunjin just nods and replies, “See you tomorrow.”

Jisung returns the statement as a limp Felix leans against him, making their way to his car out front.

Upstairs, Chan tucks you into bed like you’re a little girl, already removing your boots from your sore feet as he explains Seungmin is staying at Changbin’s so you can stay in his bed tonight, the sheets smell of Seungmin, it’s a comforting deep spice that warms your bones. “There you go sweetheart, I’ll get you some water.” Chan rises but you grab his wrist.

“Stay with me?” You ask fluttering your lashes, he’s so handsome in the low light of the bedside lamp.

His eyes soften at your request and he sits back down beside you, moving the hairs that stick to your forehead. “Only till you fall asleep, deal?” He offers, to which you nod and as you curl up in bed with Chan stroking your hair.

Neither of you noticed Minho watching from the doorway with his fists clenched.

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Jisung plonks Felix on the bed after the fight to get him up the stairs. “Hey! Felix, I’m gonna head out, do you need anything?” Jisung asks, a little too loudly for Felix’s sensitive ears but he just mumbles a ‘no’ in response, kicking his shoes to the floor. Jisung nods though Felix’s eyes are now closing and he leaves through the front door.

Felix starts to drift off to sleep when his phone rings, startling him. He looks at the screen and the caller ID is Y/N, he answers it in a lazy tone, “Hey babe, you okay?”

“Hello Felix,” it doesn’t sound like you.

“Y/N?” He asks but the caller doesn’t answer his question.

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

Felix pauses confused but decides to play along in his half-drunk state, he starts walking around the top floor of his house aimlessly, “Uhh, I’d say Saw 2. I don’t watch a lot of horrors to be honest.”

“So you’re into gory films, Y/N says she used to love watching them with you, she said that was her favourite thing about hanging out with you.”

“She said that, hmm? Who is this? Y/N, how are you making your voice sound like that?” Felix laughs.

“You see, I’m not Y/N,” Felix stops pacing the room then, he looks over his shoulder but sees nothing but the empty hallway. “I’ll let you find out if you play a little game with me, a little pop quiz.”

Felix looks out the front window but the trees just sway in the wind, “I’m not much of a movie guy.”

“The real question is which door did you forget to lock?”

Felix’s blood runs cold and goosebumps shift over his skin like a chilling Mexican wave. He glances down the stairs and starts to walk down them, tentatively. He keeps his tone light, “Very funny asshole! Give the phone back to Y/N.”

“She’s a little busy right now,” Felix checks both doors finding they’re both locked.

“Look I’m going to sleep, next time you wanna scare someone find an easier target.” He hangs up before waiting for an answer and trudges back into his bedroom before flopping onto the bed again.

Suddenly the closet door bursts open revealing someone in a ghost face costume, a knife held in his hands but before Felix can even scream the blade is plunged into his chest. The man in the costume leans over him as he twists the knife slowly, like he’s enjoying it. The mask is now the only thing in Felix’s blurred vision, “Are you scared now?” The voice from the phone call says in a menacing tone.

Felix tries to push him off him but he’s too weak, “F-Fuck you,” he whispers as the light leaves his eyes and he stares off to the ceiling in a cold, blank stare.

The killer pulls the blade free, wiping it onto the side of his black costume, as the crimson starts staining the sheets below. He strolls downstairs in no rush whatsoever and grabs some popcorn from the cupboard, he turns on the stove and places the popcorn on top. As he hears the small popping sounds echo in the kitchen he turns and leaves out the back door and strolls freely into the night.

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The morning sun beats down on the college quad. It’s one of those lazy days between classes when everyone gathers outside. You’re sitting on Minho’s lap, his hands resting on your thighs as the two of you are locked in a heavy make-out session that earns a few glances from nearby students.

“Jesus, are you two trying to be arrested for public indecency,” Jisung groans as he drops his backpack onto the table.

You pull back, your lips swollen from the kiss, rolling your eyes. “Morning to you too, sunshine.”

“Morning? It’s nearly noon,” Jisung mutters, popping open a soda. “Some of us actually made it to class today, y’know.”

Minho smirks, his voice low against your ear. “You jealous?” He asks Jisung.

“Of what?” Jisung shoots back. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than kiss either of you. No thanks.”

Laughter bubbles up from the group. Changbin shakes his head, grinning, while Jeongin tries to hide his amusement behind his hand. You stretch, pretending not to notice Minho’s arm tightening around your waist.

“Where’s Felix?” you ask, glancing around the table.

Jisung shrugs. “Oh, he was so drunk last night, poor guy’s probably dead.”

Everyone laughs again, except Hyunjin and Minho. Their eyes meet across the table, a fleeting smirk passing between them but it’s gone before anyone can notice.

“Oh, me too,” you say, giggling. “I was fucked.”

That wipes the smirk right off their faces. For a moment, both of them freeze. Hyunjin’s jaw tightens, and Minho’s fingers go still on your leg. You don’t catch it, but Chan does.

Chan leans over from the bench beside you and pulls you gently until your head rests on his shoulder. “Well,” he says, voice warm and teasing, “you slept like a baby, didn’t you?”

You grin, letting him pat your head as he coos, “Our little angel finally got her beauty rest.”

“Gross,” Jisung complains, shoving a chip into his mouth.

Jeongin groans, “Why does all the fun stuff happen when I’m not there? I swear I miss everything.”

“Because you go home at ten like a grandma,” Seungmin says dryly, kicking Jeongin’s shoe under the table.

Changbin claps his hands suddenly, changing the subject. “Alright guys, big game tomorrow. You all coming to watch us destroy the other team?” His gaze lands on you a little longer than on anyone else.

You grin, playing with the straw in your drink. “Wouldn’t miss it.” Everyone else murmurs their agreement, and Minho nods lazily, draping an arm around your shoulder again, as if to stake a silent claim.

Soon the group starts to split up for class. You grab your bag and fall into step beside Seungmin, who’s heading in the same direction. The hallway bustles with chatter as the two of you walk through the double doors.

Seungmin glances sideways at you, his lips twitching into a playful smile. “You gonna watch me in the game tomorrow?”

You arch a brow, “Hmm… what’s in it for me?”

He leans closer, lowering his voice just enough that it feels conspiratorial. “Watch,” he says, eyes gleaming, “I’ll hit a home run just for you.”

You laugh, heat blooming in your cheeks. “We’ll see about that.”

He winks, and you both start talking about your next class together as you disappear into the hallway, completely unaware of Minho a few steps behind you. He’s silent, his eyes fixed on the back of your head. His expression gives nothing away, but the quiet intensity in his gaze says everything. He nods at Hyunjin who nods back and they filter into the corridors with everyone else.

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The crowd erupts in cheers as Seungmin sprints around the bases, he reaches the last one, after hitting a home run.

Minho’s hand is in yours, and Hyunjin sits beside you, doodling the players, absentmindedly.

“Fuck yeah, that's our boy!” Jisung yells in astonishment, clutching his plastic beer cup, his smile so wide that the blue and white streaks of paint flake off his cheeks.

He and Jeongin are both chanting as Seungmin tears away from the group hug he’s engulfed in and he approaches your section in the bleachers, his eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you.

You briefly recall what he said to you yesterday. “Watch,” he says, eyes gleaming, “I'll hit a home run just for you.”

When you catch his eye, he smiles widely, points directly at you and winks. Some of the crowd follow his gaze in confusion.

You just stand there stunned. You thought he was joking, but that doesn’t stop the blush from creeping up your cheeks.

Jisung and Jeongin start laughing, mocking Seungmin's celebration by winking at each other.

“I think someone's after our girl, Min,” Hyunjin mutters to Minho under his breath. But it's loud enough for you to catch and when you glance at Minho; he's oddly calm.

“In his dreams,” Minho says with a shrug of his shoulders.

You want to butt in and stand your ground, say that it was just playful but an announcement on the PA system brings your attention back to the pitch. Your eyes find Seungmin again, where Chan pulls away from a hug, patting him on the back.

“Kim Seungmin, Pitcher 08 is now being substituted for, Christopher Bahng, Pitcher 23 please approach the field.”

You were surprised by the announcement, hadn’t he just scored a home run? You pouted as he made his way off the pitch, waving to the stands as everyone cheered him off. You were hoping to see more from him, he was on top form today, you looked forward to seeing him later and congratulating him yourself.

“I'm going for a smoke and to find a bathroom”, Minho announces, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek “Be good while I'm gone, princess,” he whispers in your ear as he pulls away with a smirk. You turn your attention to the start of the next pitch as Chan walks up to bat, and Minho disappears into the crowds of people behind you.

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The locker room is eerily quiet; the usual chatter of teammates has long since faded away. The decision to substitute him out stung but gave him the locker room to himself. He took his time, letting the hot water of the shower cascade over him, washing away the sweat and grime of the game. His hands were rubbing the soap in slow circles over his abs. Steam fills the room, creating a thick fog that obscures his vision slightly.

He steps out of the shower, the cool air hitting his damp skin, making him shiver. He dries off quickly.

He changes in the privacy of a stall, he can hear the distant roar of the crowd, the echo of the game still ongoing. He emerges, his clothes sticking slightly to him, and strolls towards the sinks. His reflection stares back at him in the mirror, his eyes tired but his expression determined. He runs his fingers through his wet hair, sighing deeply.

His phone rings, the sudden noise making him jump. He glances at the caller ID, not recognising the number and chooses not to answer. It was probably just another spam call or his father calling from one of his offices, asking about the game. The ringing stops and Seungmin continues to style his hair.

Suddenly, a low, modulated voice echoes through the tiled room. "Why didn't you pick up?"

Seungmin's heart leaps into his throat. He spins around, eyes scanning the room, but all he can see is the dense steam. He looks back at his reflection in the mirror and catches a figure behind him, a man dressed in long black layers of clothing and a white mask.

The man steps towards him slowly, a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around the end hangs from his gloved hand.

Goosebumps trail over Seungmin’s skin, "Who are you?" He stammers. He tries to keep his calm, but his heart is pounding under his Burberry t-shirt.

The masked figure laughs and he replies in the same ominous voice, "You should have picked up the phone, Seungmin. Now, it's too late."

Seungmin's instincts kick in, and he attempts to turn and run, but whoever it is, is quicker. The man swings the bat through the air, and it collides against Seungmin's side, ripping the cotton of his clothes and scraping large gashes that ooze with thick globs of scarlet.

Pain explodes through his body, and he collapses to the floor, gasping for breath. The impact was so brutal.

"Please," Seungmin pleads, his voice barely a whisper. "Why are you doing this?"

The killer stands over him, the bat still firm in his grasp. "Because you touched what's mine, Seungmin, and it's fucking fun," the killer responds in a surly tone, he squats over him and tilts his head. "And…Because I can."

Seungmin tries to crawl away, but his hands slip on the wet tiles.

His vision is blurred, his eyes stinging from the water vapour in the air mixing with his tears.

The ghost-faced figure brings down the bat on his leg, the sharp pain flooding his senses. Seungmin’s hands slip, and he faceplants the hard floor, his cries of agony drowned out by the roar of the crowd celebrating the team's win.

The bat comes barrelling down again and again, each strike harder than the last. Blood bursts and spatters over the locker room.

Seungmin's strength fades with each blow, his vision swimming in and out of focus. There’s blood in his eyes, and he chokes on it as it floods his mouth. He can feel the life being beaten out of him, the pain becoming a distant, numbing sensation. As his consciousness began to slip away, he heard the killer's voice one last time.

"Say goodnight, Seungmin. Say hi to Lixie for us."

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

The buzz of adrenaline still courses through you when your group all meet up next to the bleachers after the game. Chan had hit another home run meaning your college’s team was third in the league. You felt immense pride for your friends, knowing how hard the guys trained for every game. Chan and Changbin had headed straight home to shower, whilst you all discussed how to celebrate.

“Baby! I can’t believe you missed Chan’s home run!” You exclaim.

“Sorry, Yeonjun and I were catching up,” Minho says, time had run away from him whilst he and his friend smoked near the bike sheds.

Hyunjin glances at you, a small smile on his lips. His hair is fluffy and covers his eyes but he runs his hand through it, another habit of his, and looks at you with a hopeful gaze. “Hey Y/N, you wanna work on that art project we have due next week?”

You nod, everything had been so crazy recently that you’d actually forgotten all about it. Thank god Hyunjin was more switched on when it came to art class. “Yes, I’m free now if you fancy coming back to mine?”

“I’d love that,” he says shyly and follows you to your car in the college parking lot.

“Hey! No fair! We were all gonna meet at Changbin’s, have a few drinks, celebrate their win.” Jeongin yells, enthusiastically. “Don’t you wanna see Seungmin?” He winks at you, imitating his glory pose again and Jisung starts laughing loudly, clapping along to Jeongin as he points randomly to the sky.

You roll your eyes at them but before you can answer Minho interrupts, “He texted earlier, said he’s got dinner with his dad.”

You frown, a little annoyed you couldn’t congratulate him yet. “Well, I gotta do this project anyway. Maybe catch you guys later?” You offer.

Minho nods, pecking you on the lips. “See you later, baby.” He mutters against your mouth.

“Ew!” Jisung and Jeongin say at the same time before hollering in laughter again and walking away. Arms around each other’s shoulders, clearly a little tipsy.

Minho heads towards his motorcycle, and you turn back to Hyunjin who’s a little flushed, fiddling with his silver rings. “Ready?” You ask.

He nods with a smile, “Let’s go. Your place or mine?” He chuckles at the suggestion.

“Mine’s fine,” you say and you both stroll to his car, chatting amongst yourselves about the game.

By the time you reach your house, the quiet between you has softened. Inside, you toss your bag aside and gesture toward the kitchen. “You want tea or coffee? I’ve got that fancy herbal stuff you pretended to like last time.”

Hyunjin grins. “Coffee’s good. The herbal thing tasted like grass.”

You laugh and hand him a mug. The small domestic moment feels unexpectedly intimate, his fingers brush yours as he takes the coffee, his smile lingering a second too long. You both set up on the bedroom floor, your papers spread out, pencils rolling toward the edge of the rug. He kneels beside you, studying your half-finished sketch. “You’re getting better with light,” he says quietly. “You used to over-shade everything.”

You glance up, surprised at how observant he is of your work. “You actually noticed that?”

He chuckles softly, “I notice a lot.”

There’s something in his tone that makes your stomach flutter. You clear your throat, pretending to focus on the page. “Okay, critic, your turn.”

He shifts closer, drawing something quick and fluid, his sleeve brushing your arm. You can smell paint and soap on him. When you lean over to watch, his pencil pauses.

“You make me nervous when you do that,” he admits, not looking up.

You turn to his profile, “Do what?”

“Watch me.” His voice is a little lower now. “It’s like you’re studying me instead of the drawing.”

You smile, coyly. “Maybe I am.”

That earns a quiet laugh from him and his cheeks flush. He keeps drawing anyway, lines flowing easily again. For a while, the only sound is the scratch of a pencil against paper and the classical music you’d put on your stereo in the background.

When you finally sit back, you realise how close you’ve drifted. Your knees are almost touching and you can tell he notices too, you catch his eyes flicker to your lips, then away.

“So…” you say softly, “do you think it’s done?”

He studies the sketch. “Almost. Just needs… something.” He hesitates, then reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “There,” he murmurs. “Now it’s perfect.”

Your pulse jumps and he clears his throat immediately, his expression flustered. “Uh, I mean, the composition. The balance looks better now.”

“Sure,” you tease lightly. “The balance.”

He laughs under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re a terrible liar.” You retort.

He grins, meeting your gaze for a heartbeat too long. His phone chimes, he glances at the screen and lifts it to read the message. Then he stands abruptly, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I should go before I embarrass myself more.”

“Already too late for that,” you say, you give him a forgiving smile.

Hyunjin pauses at the door, his eyes are gentle. “Thanks for tonight. I had a really good time.”

“Me too,” you reply.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” The way he says it is so sweet.

You nod, “You’d better.”

He lingers a second longer, then slips out into the cool night. The door clicks shut behind him, and the silence he leaves feels heavy and bright all at once, you push the light flutter you feel in your stomach down. Ignoring the way it swirls in there, you have a boyfriend but Hyunjin stays in your thoughts long after he’s left.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

The hours since Hyunjin left were spent in front of the television, watching your favourite anime whilst you clean up the lines on your sketches for the art project, the subject matter being death. You and Hyunjin had decided to draw studies of a flower's life. The first being vibrant paintings covered in layers of bold colours and fluffy textures, that turned into bleak grey sketches.

Hyunjin had suggested the idea, wanting to recreate the stages of the plants wilting away to nothing but withered, decaying petals. He said he found death in nature beautiful, that it wasn’t about the end but about the rebirth. How their seeds made new flowers and their nectar a gift to the bees to make honey.

He intrigued you, his perspective on death, on art and what he found beautiful.

You slip into one of your boyfriend’s oversized t-shirts, now one of a huge collection in your spare drawer, you always found a way of stealing one every time he stayed over.

The anime, now rolling the credits, you pull out your phone to text Hyunjin, realising you hadn’t opened your messages from the group chat.

[Chan]: Hey guys, I still haven’t heard from Lix? [Jeongin]: Me neither. Today is our usual gaming night but I texted him and it’s been left unread. [Minho]: That’s weird. [Chan]: @Lix325 You there bro?

He gets no response in the chat from your former lover. Worry starts to build in your gut. You know, Felix, it’s very unlikely for him not to respond to you. The blonde was chronically online, whether he was gaming or on socials. Something wasn’t right.

You type a reply.

[Y/N]: Ji, would you mind heading over to his later and checking on him? You live the closest. I would join you but I’m going to have an early night. [Changbin]: I can pick you up after this stupid ‘celebratory’ dinner? [Y/N]: I thought you guys were all partying at yours? [Changbin]: That was the plan but my dad heard about the win, so I got roped into dinner with him and my sisters. [Jisung]: Will do, Y/N. Thanks, Bin. Message me when you're on your way?

Changbin sends a thumbs-up emoji and you text Hyunjin as you had previously intended.

[Y/N]: Hey, how’s the painting coming along? Hope you got home safely?

Hyunjin replies almost immediately.

[Hyunjin]: Yeah, all good. Just finished the painting. How’s the sketch?

You smile at your phone, about to respond, when the cool night air begins to seep into the room as your window slowly creaks open, the sound barely audible but enough to stir a sense of unease within you. When you glance over from the foot of your bed, a shadowy figure climbs in.

Minho's silhouette emerges from the darkness, his gaze locked onto you as he slides next to you on the bed, his body pressing against yours. He wraps his arms around you and pecks you on your lips.

"You okay, baby?" he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin.

Immediately, your body relaxes, melting into his embrace.

“All good,” you say, though you still have residual worry about Felix. “What are you doing here?” You tilt your head teasingly. You know he read your message in the chat about getting an early night and here he is climbing into your window as he does most evenings but the look in his eyes tells you he’s not here to talk.

“I-” He pauses, when his gaze drops to your phone. An almost cruel smirk twitches in the corners of his mouth. “What are you and Hyunjin talking about?”

You follow his line of sight, locking the screen and looking up at him with those cute doe eyes that Minho loves so much. He mentally restrains himself from kissing the look off your perfect face, he’ll get to that after he teases you a little.

“Oh, just the art project,” you sigh, sweetly. You dip your head, fidgeting with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Mmhmm,” he hums. His thumb glides over your jaw and he tilts your chin up to meet his heavy gaze. “You know, I think Hyunjin’s got a little soft spot for you, baby.”

You scoff a laugh, “No, he doesn’t.”

Minho grunts in response and rises from the bed. He removes his jacket and navy shirt as if he’s staying for the night.

You take the hint, crawling into the covers and setting your phone on charge on the bedside table. As you move, Minho eyes the way his t-shirt skims your thighs, then rides up, your red lace panties on show for his greedy stare.

Red. Another one of his favourite colours on you.

He soon joins you in bed, “What would you do if he were into you?” he whispers, intentionally.

You fear his jealous streak is about to rear its ugly head, “I don’t know, baby.” You’re not sure what comes over you but you decide to tease him back. “I’m wondering what you would do?”

Minho's hands begin to roam, his touch is possessive and demanding. He trails kisses down your neck, his lips soft but insistent, his teeth nipping at your skin. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, his body tense with need. His hand glides under your lace panties, fingers expertly finding the spot that makes you gasp into the pillow below.

“I guess you’d just have to find out, wouldn’t you?” He speaks through gritted teeth, his voice raw.

"Minho," you gasp.

He doesn’t respond with words, instead choosing to show you his intent with his actions. He rolls you onto your back, his body covering yours as he continues his ministrations.

"You drive me crazy," he groans. "I can't get enough of you. You're mine, do you understand?"

His possessive tone sends shivers down your spine, and you arch into his touch, craving him. Minho knows that your body always responds to him instantly. He obliges, his fingers move faster, his thumb circles your clit in a rhythm that has you seeing stars. You could feel your arousal leak from your core, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more friction.

"Please, Minho," you beg.

He just smirks against your skin, "Please what?" he taunts, his fingers slow down, in a light motion. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you," you whisper, your body writhing beneath him. "I want you inside me."

He chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends another wave of desire crashing through you. "Not yet, baby," he says, his fingers picking up speed again. "I want to hear you scream my name first."

“Oh fuck!” you’re whimpering now. Your orgasm creeping up on you but his unrelenting fingers don’t stop and push you over the edge, coming over his digits with a force that makes you bite into his shoulder so hard, you draw blood. The iron taste floods your mouth but he grabs you by the throat and pulls you into a brutal kiss.

The taste of his blood on your tongue seems to drive him wild. He flips you over, prodding your entrance with his hard length. He enters you roughly, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his thrusts deep and bruising.

You moan, the sensation of being filled by him overwhelming. He sets a punishing pace, his body slapping against yours, the sound echoing in the silent room.

"Fuck, you feel so good," his voice rumbles from his chest, trying to restrain himself. "So tight, so wet. You're perfect, aren’t you?"

You can feel another orgasm building, your body tenses as he hits that spot deep inside you. When you come again, you convulse around him, his name on your lips, your cunt clenching around his cock.

He follows soon after as you milk him for all he’s worth. “Uhh, fuck- baby, take it all!” He shudders as his hot seed fills you and drips out, your tight pussy unable to contain it.

Minho is far from done with you. He manhandles you onto your back, his body firm over you. He enters you slowly this time, his thrusts are lazy and deep. He leans down and kisses you, it’s all encompassing. You can taste your own desire on his lips as well as his blood, causing your arousal to slick his cock, mixing with his earlier release.

He breaks the kiss and his lips start trailing down your neck. He nibbles at your throat, where he knows you’re most sensitive. “You're mine," he growls. "Say it."

"I'm yours," you pant, your voice barely recognisable. "Always."

He smirks at your admission, his pace unrelenting. You can feel the pleasure building in your lower abdomen. He ruts into you now and his fingers return to your clit, chasing your climax.

"Come for me, baby," he commands. "I want to feel you come around me again."

“Oh my god, Minho! Fuck!” You whimper, flooding his cock.

“There’s my girl, fuck! Good girl! Gonna fill you up again, baby, mark what’s mine,” he grunts, pushing your thighs further apart. He paints your insides in thick spurts again with a deep groan, then pumps into you slowly a couple more times before pulling his softening cock out of your spent cunt.

You feel exhaustion over take you almost immediately, you both collapse into the bed together as he peppers kisses over your face. Your body is slick with sweat, you take a deep breath, calming yourself down.

Minho rolls off you, walks into your en-suite and returns with a warm cloth, cleaning you with gentle hands. You start to drift off to sleep, his heartbeat a calming presence and his arm a comforting weight around your waist.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

You were ripped from your sleep with a loud banging on your door. Minho was up and pulling on his lounge pants before you could even wipe the sleepiness from your eyes. The harsh shoves against wood sounded until Minho had made it to the front door, where Chan, Jisung and Changbin all stood with grimace expressions.

Minho steps back into your room, “Cover yourself, baby. The boys are coming up.” He says as he throws you his t-shirt.

You slide it on, the cotton cool against your skin, your nipples pebble under the shirt and as the three of them follow Minho into the room, you catch Chan glancing at your breasts before he corrects himself. It sends a small thrill through you and you hope that Minho doesn’t catch the slight flush on your cheeks.

From how stern his face is, you worry he did, but then he speaks, “We need to tell you something, baby.”

Your eyes dance over the four of them and the men who just entered, their eyes are bloodshot but soft and Jisung has dried tears on his puffy cheeks.

You perch on the end of your bed, your shirt riding up and stretching over your naked, plush thighs and you catch Chan’s eyes wandering over you again.

“Felix is dead,” Jisung whimpers.

For a moment, the world ceases to exist. The ground under you swallows you whole. The words hit you like you’ve been dunked in ice water. Felix, your best friend, your childhood sweetheart, is gone. The room spins around you, the walls closing in as the reality of it sinks in. You feel a wave of nausea, your stomach churning as you struggle to comprehend the news.

Your voice shakes, "How could this happen?"

Changbin looks at you, his eyes filled with a grief that mirrors your own. "It's fucked up, he-" his voice is hoarse. "He set fire to the house, he left popcorn on the stove."

Chan speaks up, “At least that's what all the police are saying for now. I don't fucking know, man, with all these people being killed in their homes lately… I just- FUCK!” Chan shouts before huffing a defeated sigh.

“I think we should go tell the others, in person. I don’t want them to find out on the news or in a fucking group text.” Changbin suggests.

“Good idea, man,” Chan mumbles, his fists still clenched.

“Let’s go,” Minho says, shoving on his sweater and jacket. “Who’s place first?”

You grab some clothes and head into your ensuite to change privately and by the time you return, the guys have already figured out a plan.

You climb onto the back of Minho’s Motorcycle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“We are going to Hyunjin’s first,” He shouts but it's muffled due to you both wearing helmets.

As you all arrive, the others in Changbin’s Chevy Tahoe, rain starts to fall. You pull the helmet off your head and shake out your hair. Minho glances at you and pecks your forehead.

“I forgot how sexy you look when you do that,” he mutters under his breath, for your ears only.

You smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes, still thinking about the loss of Felix. You approach the door first, Chan stepping next to you.

“I can tell him,” he says, his eyes still sorrowful.

You pause, “I’d like to, I need to say it out loud, otherwise… It doesn’t feel real.”

Chan nods and leaves you to it, the other men all waiting by the car, the rain now dampening your lashes. You knock tentatively and wait a couple of beats before Hyunjin pulls open his door.

He’s wearing a black tank and dark shorts, rubbing his eyes when he sees you, surely you’re not real right now, he thinks to himself. He’s tired and half asleep, but when he glances over your shoulder and notices his group of friends leaning against Changbin’s car, his brow furrows.

“Hey,” he says shyly. “What’s going on?”

That conversation was the beginning of the worst night of your life.

After breaking the news to the others - Jeongin taking it the hardest, you all made your way in various vehicles to Seungmin’s house, he was the last to know.

Jeongin was still sniffling in the back of Hyunjin’s car with Jisung’s arm around his trembling shoulders.

You and Minho stay by his motorbike, his arm around your waist. He kisses the corner of your mouth once you remove your helmet.

You and your friends watch as Chan decides to let Seungmin in on what’s happened, his knuckles strike the door in a familiar rhythm. Rain taps against the hood of his jacket, beading and rolling down the tense line of his shoulders.

You all wait, nervously.

A few moments pass, and no one comes to the door, Chan turns back to the group.

“The lights are off,” Changbin calls to him. “Maybe he went to a party or-”

“And not invite us?” Minho scoffs. “Unlikely.”

“He didn’t reply in the group chat earlier either,” Chan mutters as if to himself. He tries again, louder this time, “SEUNGMIN, open up man! Please!” His voice cracks on the last word, his palm against the door frame curls into a fist, and he walks back to the car.

“Where the hell is he?” You say, your eyes on your boyfriend.

“I dunno, baby,” Minho says, his brows furrowed.

“Where did you guys last see him?” Hyunjin asks, leaning out of his car window, running his fingers through his dark hair.

“The game?” Chan says, glancing back and forth between the group.

“Shall we start there? Maybe he stayed for some reason?” Changbin says. “You know what he gets like after we win? He practices over and over on the pitch.”

“It’s nearly 2am,” you mumble in disbelief and holding back a yawn. “You think he’s still there?”

Chan nods, “The boys and I found him asleep in the locker room the next day, before. The guy doesn’t know when to quit.”

Changbin scoffs, “There’s a reason he’s the number 1 baseball player in the college.”

“We start there, then?” Chan suggests.

You all pile into your respective vehicles, you and Minho, taking off on his motorcycle.

Unsurprisingly, you both get there first, but as the others start parking up, you lose your patience. You’ve had what feels like the longest day ever. The game, the project with Hyunjin, the sex, then the news about Felix. Driving around town to tell everyone. It’s been emotionally and physically taxing on you.

You decide enough is enough and run into the college hallway, leading to the main gym's locker rooms.

Minho and Chan race after you, their voices a distant echo as you rush into the male locker room.

When you enter, your eyes find trails of dark, viscous crimson that pool into the wet room's drains. You tread lightly, your heart beginning to pump loudly in your ears, no longer able to hear the guys calling after you.

The metallic stench fills the air, and you can almost taste it, your face pulled into a grimace as you attempt not to swallow.

When you turn around the corner, you freeze as your gaze lands on a sight that will haunt you for the rest of your life.

Seungmin's body was a tangle of long limbs on the tiled floor, his hands wrapped in bloodied barbed wire, his head and torso, a grotesque sight, beaten and bruised and his eye wide and unseeing. Well, that was the one you could make out. The other was caved in along with half his head. A huge dent there and around his neck and shoulder.

Coagulated blood had gathered around deep gashes, over what used to be beautiful, smooth marble-like skin.

Your eyes search the area for a moment as if shielding yourself from the trauma.

That’s when you see it, the word "mine" smeared in what you assume to be his blood across the wall, the letters thin from the fingers that had written it, and it drips down the blue and white striped paint below.

You feel a scream rising in your throat, but Minho's arm wraps around you, pulling you back and tearing you away from the scene.

"Don't look," he says, pained, as if he’s struggling with his own reaction. "You don't need to see him like that."

Chan's face is grey as he steps in, his sunken eyes from lack of sleep now filled with horror. "Get her out of here, Minho,” he says, his voice is quiet as if he’s gone into shock.

“Chan, I-” Minho starts in a small voice, as he holds your face buried in his chest.

“I SAID GET HER OUT OF HERE!” Chan screams.

Minho nods, he can’t blame him for the sudden outburst, his arm tightens around you as he leads you away from the locker room.

Everything feels like it's moving slowly and too fast at the same time. You collapse once you make it into the hallway. Changbin and Hyunjin stand there puzzled, but Minho holds you and speaks to them as your cries fill the school corridors.

You don’t make out what he says or how he explains what you’ve just seen to them. All you remember is the distant wail of sirens and Minho muttering in your ear as he stroked your back in soothing circles.

"You're safe, I won't let anything happen to you."

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

The next evening, you receive an email from the college principal announcing a vigil would be held for Seungmin, Felix and Mr Thompson.

You attend, feeling like a ghost yourself.

You decide to sit with Jeongin, who’d also taken the news very hard, and you feel a comfort in knowing you weren't the only one crying yourself to sleep last night.

Chan did what he usually does when something bad happens, he went into hardcore leader mode. Hyunjin shut himself off a little, not speaking again, just nodding or shaking his head when you had calmed down. Changbin sat with his family but sent a nod and a small smile in your direction and Minho was being Minho; he wasn’t really a crier. He dealt with his emotions quite coldly, and although you understood that was just the way he was, you needed comfort in that moment.

So sitting between Jisung and Jeongin just felt right, your shared grief a bond that others maybe couldn’t revel in as much as the three of you, you all being the more sensitive souls in the group.

Jeongin lays his arm around your waist, letting you cry onto him as you all listen to a speech from the college principal.

Hyunjin watches from a distance, his jealousy evident in the tense set of his shoulders and the tight clench of his jaw. Minho lays a hand on his knee, calming him. They share a look of understanding before turning their attention back to you, ensuring you’re safe.

The seven of you gathered after the vigil, all a mix of glum faces, but you were just happy that you had the guys there. All supporting each other even in the silent, unsaid moments.

“I still don’t understand,” Chan mutters.

“I know, man,” Minho says, placing a palm on Chan’s broad shoulder.

“No, I mean the writing on the wall,” he replies, a frown on his features. “‘Mine?’ What does that even mean?”

“I can’t think about this right now,” Jeongin says, slight irritation in his voice. “I have a fucking debate class coming up in politics, and I need to ace it.”

“Hey, dude. I know, I’m sorry.” Chan says, holding his hands up in defeat. “We can talk about it another time, yeah?”

Jeongin nods, you can see the guilt in his eyes for snapping at him, but no one comments on it, letting him walk away from the group.

“Just give him some time,” Minho says under his breath to the leader.

Chan lets out a heavy sigh, “Yeah, I think we all need some sleep.”

“I gotta thing I need to go to anyway,” Changbin mutters. “See you all later.”

You all bid each other farewell.

Minho kisses your forehead when he drops you off at home and offers to stay with you. You tell him you need a few hours alone, but he’s welcome to join you later if he’s still up.

You wanted to cry and scream and punch a fucking wall. Just do something to quell the ache in your heart, and you didn’t feel like having him see that visceral side of you.

You also felt a little scared to be on your own overnight, and he could tell, being the observant boyfriend he was. So he agreed to come by later, and you headed into your house, offering a small wave over your shoulder as more tears began to fall silently down your cheeks.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

The heaviness from the vigil weighed down on Jeongin, two of his friends were dead and the unease that had crept into his bones whilst he comforted Y/N was still very much there as he made his way to the local library.

Jeongin liked to study when he needed to take his mind off of things, he found it was the best way to keep himself focused and busy. It was that, or rotting in his room playing a video game or watching random crap on Netflix. He also wanted to make his favourite Hyung proud, Felix, though Jeongin had only just gotten close with the friendship group, being a year younger than all of them, he hadn’t had a lot of time to get to know everyone on a one-to-one level but Felix had been kind to him, welcomed him into the fold, took him to the baseball games and the frat parties. Felix also wanted Jeongin to do well in college. He had told him he was smart and if he put his all into it maybe one day he would be the town mayor or maybe a deputy on the police force. Felix could be an asshole sometimes but he was gentle and a loyal friend. Now he was gone, along with Seungmin and Jeongin had no idea how to deal with the grief he felt. As well as the fact that he had started to harbour feelings for Y/N and she was spoken for by someone who was not only older and stronger than him but also his friend.

So the library it is, he’ll study as long as it’s open to get rid of this grief/guilt combo that was eating away at his insides. He preferred the library at night, it's quiet and not full of annoying loud students using the best tables and gossiping about the latest hookups at parties.

When he steps in and greets the assistant, an older lady named Ruth, she always has a frilly dress on and smells like lavender.

“Another late one, Mr Yang?” Ruth asks.

“You know it, I’ll be in the back section by politics, let me know when you’re shutting up,” Jeongin says as he makes his way through the history section.

“Will do, and Jeongin?” Ruth calls out as he was about to tread deeper into the library. He peers back around the shelf and meets her gaze. “I’m truly sorry about your friends,” she offers in a low but steady tone.

Jeongin nods with a small smile and continues his path into the Politics section of the room, he couldn’t quite get the words out to thank her for the gesture, he swallows down the lump in his throat along with his need to cry. He’d done enough of that, now was the time to get it together for his future.

He looks over section H-J in search of a piece of text he needs for a debate coming up in class. He finds it, takes a seat by the long window and settles in, notebook and pen at the ready. He jots down several quotes he needs for his argument on the matter. When he hears footsteps down the walkway between History and Politics, he glances over but sees nothing.

He shrugs it off and continues reading when, suddenly, a hand grabs his shoulder. He flinches, a small gasp leaving his lips before his eyes meet Ruth’s. She stands over him with an apologetic expression, “Sorry, dear, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just headed to the closet down the hall. I forgot to get some paperwork. You’ll be okay by yourself?” She asks, tentatively.

Jeongin lets out a breath he’d been holding and smiles back at her, “Sure, and it’s okay, I’m just a little jumpy recently.”

Ruth pats his shoulder and says, “I’ll be right back.”

Jeongin winces, “Hey Ruth, please don’t say that. That’s what the victim says in horror movies right before they get chopped up!”

His voice is frantic but Ruth just waves him off with a small chuckle, “Oh, you kids and your silly imaginations! I’ll be fine.” That’s when she leaves, still giggling to herself. Jeongin hears the door open and clatter shut but only a few moments later, he hears it again.

He rounds the bookcases muttering as he goes, “That was qui-,” he stops in his tracks as his eyes land on a hooded figure entering the library, as it turns toward him he sees a flush of the white of the mask before Jeongin is jumping into the history section, his hand pushed onto his mouth so his small whimpers can’t be heard.

He creeps down the aisle of the bookshelves, his footsteps are wide and slow, he puts his feet down onto the carpet in light movements and that’s when he looks through a gap in the shelves. The ghost face killer is on the other side, skulking around in search of him. Jeongin ducks down and crawls away to the other side of the library into the art section. Tears start to spill down his cheeks but he keeps his small sniffles to a minimum. He just needs to reach the door or see Ruth returning so he can call out to her for help. He presses his back against the L-N section and tries to slow his breathing.

Ring Ring.

“Uhh-“ he groans. It’s Y/N calling, maybe he can get her to call the police? He quickly answers, “Y/N? I’m in-“

“Oh, I know exactly where you are, Jeongin,”

“Y/N?” Jeongin asks, his voice shaky. “You sound weird?”

“Well, you see, I’m not Y/N,” the ominous voice says with a teasing lift in his tone.

“Who is this?” Jeongin starts to really cry now, all tears and snot. He trembles against the shelves.

“Do you like scary movies, Jeongin?”

“I guess I-“ he starts to answer but then he sniffs and whimpers down the phone and the voice on the other side chuckles.

“Have you ever seen the movie IT?” The voice asks.

“The o-old one or t-the new one?” Jeongin stutters.

Suddenly, the ghost-face killer comes into view, at the end of the art aisle, his knife is high in the air, Jeongin doesn’t know for sure but those long dark holes for eyes feel like they’re burning into his skull.

Jeongin rises to his feet, pocketing his phone and starts running. He stumbles against shelves, knocking over books as he goes but he doesn’t care about that, his eyes are on the door, his route clear as he makes his way closer, weaving through the classics and literature section.

The hope of escape quickly fades when the ghost face killer steps into view, blocking the doorway, his head tilted in a way that sends shivers down Jeongin’s spine. Jeongin sobs, stepping back and turning around when the ghost-face mask is there again behind him, he glances back and forth between the bodies. Suddenly aware that there are two killers after him. He moves sideways, attempting to back against a bookcase, the dread and realisation flooding his pupils, causing the clocked figures to both laugh in that evil tone from the voice modulators.

The two killers take slow, deliberate steps toward him, hemming him in, the shelf digs into his back but he continues to push himself further to get away. Cornering himself in the process.

Jeongin’s chest heaves, “Wh-what do you want from me?” he stammers.

The Ghost-face nearest the door tilts his head again. “You’re smart, Jeongin. You like to figure things out, don’t you?”

The second one, voice distorted and almost playful, circles around him. “So figure this out… why do the side characters always die first?”

“I’m not- I didn’t do anything!” Jeongin pleads, eyes darting between them.

“You sure about that?” the first Ghost-face says, pacing closer. “You’re sure you didn’t touch what’s ours?”

“What the fuck do you mean?” He begs.

“You’ve got quite cosy with Y/N recently, haven’t you?” the second voice purrs.

Jeongin backs into the shelves even further, books tumbling to the floor. “Please, I don’t even know who you are-”

“Sure you do,” the one by the door says menacingly. “We sit with you every day.” The words hit him like a slap. He shakes his head violently. “Minho?”

The two killers exchange a look, an almost affectionate glance between predators. The closer one leans in, the mask inches from Jeongin’s face. “Sure, they always blame the love interest, don’t you think that’s a little too obvious, Jeongin? You shouldn’t have come here alone, kid. Didn’t you learn anything from your horror marathons with Jisung?”

Jeongin’s voice breaks, “Please, I won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

A low chuckle from the modulator fills the silence. “You’re right about one thing,” the voice says. “You won’t.”

For a heartbeat, everything stops. The sound of the clock ticking above the exit and the hum of the fluorescent lights.

Jeongin whispers, “Why Felix? Why him?”

“Because everyone’s a suspect… but not everyone’s innocent.” He barely has time to breathe before they both move, they’re on either side of him now. The tears drip off of Jeongin’s chin and he cries loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll give Y/N a shoulder to cry on.”

The first blade cuts into his stomach like a bolt of lightning, his abdominal muscles clench and the pain throbs up his spine, a gasp leaves his mouth before another slice glides over his chest. Jeongin screams but it’s cut short by the second killer raising the knife and shoving it down his throat, and blood oozes from his mouth and pools onto the carpet below. A course gargling sound leaves Jeongin’s lips and the killer twists the blade inside before pulling it free and letting the young man’s lifeless body drop like a bag of bones onto the library floor.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

After making it home, you realised how much crying you had done. The world didn’t feel the same anymore without Felix and Seungmin. You almost felt like a piece of you had disappeared, been ripped out without your permission. Felix was your first love and though it fizzled out when Minho came into your life, he was still precious to you and so was Seungmin. He had a grounding presence to him, he always found a way of calming you down when you were overthinking or making you laugh when you needed humour to quell the darkness inside you.

But now, you’d never have that again. Only the fond memories were there now.

You got under your duvet and cuddled up in a fetal position. Sleep took over you quickly, but then you woke to a sudden hand over your mouth, your eyes blowing wide open to find Minho standing over you, like an ominous shadow. You slap his hand away and whisper-yell at him, “What the fuck, Minho! You scared me!”

He chuckles, perching himself next to you on the bed with that cocky smirk of his. “I’m sorry, baby, I just didn’t want you to scream. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says, his tone softening.

“It’s okay, I’m just, well- you know. The vigil was a lot. Like, accepting that they’re not coming back,” you say, fidgeting with the zip on his leather jacket.

He nods, stroking a stray hair from your face. “I know, baby. It’s gonna be hard for a bit but we all have each other. You have me, you know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?” He says, tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze.

You drop the zipper on the jacket and lean forward to kiss him. He hums approvingly when your lips touch his and then he darts his tongue out to deepen the kiss. When you oblige, he groans, sliding his wet muscle over yours. His hand reaches for the nape of your neck, holding you in place to continue to take what he wants, you feel his breathing change. He’s horny and if you’re being honest with yourself, you are too.

You pull away from the kiss and whisper against his lips, “Please Minho, I wanna turn my brain off, will you do that for me?”

A smile grows on his mouth, his eyes darken and he huffs out a contented sigh before he replies, “I actually wanted to surprise you, baby, I have a treat for you.” Your eyes light up with excitement, “but…” he pauses, concern falling on your features. “I wanna tie you up and blindfold you, I just want you to feel first, can you do that for me?” His tone is sweet but the look on his face is one of desire.

“Yeah- okay… I-“ You stutter, caught off guard by his instructions. You and Minho had played before with some light bondage but it had been a while ago, suddenly, you felt a little tentative.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“You know I do,” you say with a smile and his face changes, as if the words felt like more than they were.

He kisses you again, “Lay back, baby.” He commands and you do so without a second thought. Minho rises from the bed and shrugs off his jacket, he looks through his backpack and brings over some soft rope and a silk blindfold. Goosebumps begin to appear on your skin and he notices, he runs his thumb over your cheek, “What’s the safe word baby?”

“Red,” you whisper, your gaze on his.

“Good girl, now strip for me.” He says, lust on his tongue. You begin to undress, he helps you out of your clothes but tells you to stop when you’re left in your underwear. You internally praise yourself for wearing matching black lingerie, a colour he loves on you. “Always so perfect.” He mutters as he ties your wrists to the headboard. “Ready?” He asks when he pulls the blindfold over your eyes, the silk grounding you.

You nod, “Yeah, I’m kinda nervous.”

He chuckles, “That’s okay, I’m here. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I just hope you like your surprise.”

His hands fall away from you and you feel him rise from the bed, his footsteps falling away from where you lie, you hear him stumbling by the window and muttering under his breath. You frown, tilting your head to try to listen but you can’t hear what he’s saying. As he approaches and sits beside you on the bed you feel it dip again at the end of the bed. “Minho?” You say, a little trepidation in your tone.

“You trust me, right baby?” He asks again.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl, spread your legs for me.” You do what he asks but you’re trembling now. You can feel another presence in the room but you don’t argue. You’re already wet from anticipation. Whoever is at the end of the bed lets out a strangled groan but you still can’t quite tell who it is. Suddenly, their large hands press your thighs further apart, cold from their rings bite into your skin and their mouth runs along your inner leg, lightly gliding down causing you to shiver.

Their lips connect in a wet open-mouthed kiss that continues to where you need it most. “Uhh,” you gasp. “Please…”

“Begging already, such a greedy girl.” Minho taunts.

The person between your legs brings their fingers to your panties, soft and warm, swiping over your pussy lips, your wetness soaking the fabric. “Feel good, baby?” Minho whispers in your ear.

“Y-yes,” you whimper.

Then, a they lick a long stripe up the lace covering your core, you gasp loudly and the man grunts, a low, “Fuck.” You still can’t pinpoint who they are, you know the voice but it’s not enough sound to distinguish between your group of friends. At this point, you’d be happy whoever it is because they’re teasing you so deliberately and deliciously that your cunt clenches when he pulls your panties to the side and his breath hits your core. “Beautiful,” they mutter under their breath.

“She is isn’t she, have a taste. I know you want to.” Minho says cockily. “You want it too don’t you baby?” He turns to you, his lips ghosting your ear. You nod enthusiastically but that’s not enough for Minho. “Use your words, ask the man nicely.”

“Please, I-I need it,” you beg and Minho chuckles darkly.

“You heard her, eat that sweet pussy. I want to see how long she can take it.” Minho commands.

The man wastes no time planting his lips against your labia, he spreads your slick and his saliva around, teasing your entrance and clit, just before the tip of his tongue reaches the edge of your hole, he reverses the motion. It’s maddening and so fucking good at the same time, his lips are plump and juicy against your aching cunt and it quivers beneath him, he hums approvingly, the vibrations sending shockwaves to your clit. You start panting and then you feel Minho’s hands caress the swell of your breasts, he pulls them free from your bra, your nipples hardening from the cool air. His fingers begin to flick and pinch them and you arch from the bed, “uhh, fuck, don’t stop!” You cry out.

Minho laughs, his tongue darts out, wetting one of the buds before he gives the same treatment to the other, “Don’t worry baby, if you take what we give you, we won’t stop.”

The man between your legs finally presses his mouth to your clit, you whimper and he sucks, pleasure building in your lower abdomen.

“Finger her, I wanna see her soak your face.” Minho commands and the man obliges, his middle finger breaches your entrance and he curls it in a ‘come here’ motion, hitting your sweet spot immediately. The texture of his rings adds to the already blinding pleasure he gives you.

“Ohhh-“ you moan.

“He’s a natural isn’t he baby? You gonna come?” Minho asks. You nod and the man sucks harder, pushing into you deeper, more digits adding to his efforts, you shake violently and Minho plants his mouth onto your nipple, flicking the other to help bring you over the edge.

You come with a loud cry, tears staining the blindfold as you flood the man’s greedy mouth, he continues to finger you through it, slurping your essence from you. You spasm from the aftershocks and Minho kisses you. “Good girl, you wanna see him? Wanna see who’s made you come?”

“Yes, please- please Minho!” You beg and he pecks your cheeks before slipping the blindfold off of you. Your vision is blurred from your tears and the low light blinds you momentarily but when your eyes adjust you peer down and see Hyunjin licking your slick from his fingers, he hums and finally speaks, “You taste even better than what I imagined,” he smirks.

“Hyunjin!?” You gasp.

He rises to his knees and leans over you, “Hey sweetheart,” he glances at Minho. “Can I kiss her?”

“By all means, what’s mine is yours now,” Minho says.

You don’t have time to ask why he’s said that because Hyunjin’s thumb caresses your lower lip and he leans in to kiss you, almost hesitantly. “Gonna reward me for eating your pussy good?” He whispers against your lips and your gaze meets his, his pupils are blown out and full of need. You initiate the kiss and he follows your lead, your tongue swipes over his lips and they taste like you but also like him, sweet and warm, the two of you deepen the kiss, folding as one like you’ve always fit together and it feels… right? Like you were meant for both of them, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it down. You feel him shiver over you, the kiss affecting him as much as it does you. When he pulls away he looks into your eyes like you’ve hung the moon and mutters, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, sweetheart.”

Your cheeks flush from his admission but Minho abruptly speaks, breaking both of you from your trance. “Be a good boy and fuck her, I wanna see her broken under you.”

Hyunjin nods, looking at him and then looks back at you, “Is that okay?”

You open your mouth to say that yes it very much is but Minho speaks for you, his tone unwavering. “She wants us to make decisions for her tonight,” he grabs a fist of Hyunjin’s dark hair, and pulls on it. Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he whimpers. “You stuff that greedy cunt full when I tell you to! If she’s not going dumb on your cock in a matter of minutes I won’t let either of you come and I’ll fuck her myself, am I clear?”

You can’t help but find the dynamic between them incredibly arousing and from the look of the huge bulge in Hyunjin’s pants you can tell he feels the same. “Yes sir,” Hyunjin’s Adam's Apple bobs as he swallows down another groan.

Minho shoves him backwards and Hyunjin rushes to remove his clothes. Minho turns back to you, his jaw tight but a smile forms on his beautiful mouth. “Sorry about that baby.” He coos whilst stroking your hair. Minho has been dominant to you before but never have you seen him like that, it sends a rush of fear that quickly changes to desire when he pecks you on the cheek and unties you. “I want you to enjoy it, baby, touch him if you like.”

You kiss him as a silent thank you. When Hyunjin climbs over you again, bracing himself on his hands either side of your head, his hips nestled between your legs, Minho reaches down and spreads your labia open with his fingers in a V shape. Hyunjin glances down at your glistening folds and groans, “Uhh, such a pretty pussy, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

“Please Hyunjin,” you beg and Minho smirks, “Don’t keep our baby waiting.”

Hyunjin wraps his hand around the base of his length and pumps it a few times for good measure then runs it along your slick, lubricating it up for insertion. He brings his thick cock to your entrance and pushes in an inch, you both moan and Minho takes his hand away. “There you go, there’s a good girl,” he whispers lowly. He kisses your jaw as Hyunjin continues to bury himself into you, and once he’s all the way in his cock twitches inside you. “Fuck! She feels incredible, so fucking tight, so fucking perfect.”

Minho scoffs a laugh, “Oh, I know. Don’t be shy, she likes it rough.”

Hyunjin thrusts in a few times at a comfortable pace before he pushes your thighs to your chest in a mating press and somehow he feels even bigger and deeper than before. You grab his cheeks and pull him down to kiss you and he gratefully returns it, grinding his hips in a lazy motion at first, your fingers running through his dark waves but his speed picks up all of a sudden and he pumps into you like a dog in heat, the stretch burns but then quickly turns into intense pleasure, you moan, gasp and fucking cry but he doesn’t stop. His balls slapping against your asshole, his hips kissing yours and the small trimmed hairs that decorate the base of his cock tickle your clit over and over with no let up. You had no idea he had stamina like this but you thank whatever gods made him as your mind starts going blank, eyes rolling into the back of your head and dribble falling out the corners of your mouth, completely cock drunk.

Minho notices and pats Hyunjin on the shoulder, “There she is, that’s the brain-dead doll I wanted to see. Good boy.”

“She takes it so fucking good,” Hyunjin growls through his heavy breaths. Your pussy starts spasming around his length, “You gonna come sweetheart, fuck, you’re choking my cock!”

Hyunjin leans back slightly and starts running his finger over your clit, you whine at the extra stimulation, your hole quivers around him and in seconds you're flooding his member and balls.

“Shit! She fucking squirted! Good boy Hyunjin, fuck! I need to fuck her mouth, flip her over for me.” Minho groans.

You’re barely able to form a single thought as Hyunjin pulls out, kisses you and turns you onto your hands and knees.

“Ass up,” he spanks you, jolting you out of your daze. You arch for him as Minho releases his cock and it bobs in the air before he presses it to your lips.

“You’ve got several little fuck holes for a reason baby, suck it while he ruins that cunt.”

You don’t argue because you’re in a state of bliss, your pussy welcomes Hyunjin back in as Minho slides into your mouth, you moan around him and he strokes your cheek.

“There’s my girl, always so eager to take me.”

He starts deeply thrusting into you almost immediately, spit and precum drips down your chin, tears fall from your eyes but you try to keep your gaze on his, knowing how much he loves it.

“Perfect fucking throat, that’s it, keep your eyes on me. Don’t you worry baby. Hyunjin and I are gonna train that little asshole of yours to take us too, so we can have you whenever we feel like it and you’ll let us won’t you,” He grunts.

You try to nod as an answer but he grabs your hair and fucks your mouth faster, you gag around him but he doesn’t stop his relentless pace.

Hyunjin’s cock starts twitching inside you and you can tell he’s close so you try to buck your hips back onto him but Minho holds you in place, the two of them using you for their pleasure.

You can feel your own orgasm forming in your gut when Hyunjin moans out, “Fuck, she’s gonna squirt on my cock again. M’gonna fucking come.”

Minho answers him instantly, “Fill her up, she loves it.”

“Oh my god! Take my load sweetheart! Yes, yes, yes!” Hyunjin yells. Minho's permission pushing him over the edge, he shoves his cock in deep, flooding your insides which triggers your own orgasm, you moan around Minho’s length and he groans, his tone rough.

“Oh baby, I’m coming! Uhh-“ He paints your throat white in thick spurts. “You swallow all of it, don’t you dare fucking waste a drop!”

You do as he asks but he holds you to the hilt for a moment feeling your throat tighten around him before he pulls out with a gasp on his lips.

You drop to the bed, coughing a little, once he loses his grip on you. He walks to your bathroom retrieving a warm cloth while Hyunjin pulls you into his arms singing praises and pecking your forehead.

Minho returns but Hyunjin offers to clean you, actively insisting on it. Minho doesn’t argue and takes his place by your side.

“So did you like your surprise?” He asks, gently, his dominant side falling away to show you love again.

You smile dreamily and nod, “Thank you.”

He kisses you, “You gonna thank Hyunjin too? He made you squirt all over him baby.”

“Thank you Hyunjin,” you mumble, a flush on your dewy cheeks.

Hyunjin’s grin grows as he finishes wiping you down, he crawls over you again and strokes your cheek, “Anytime, sweetheart.”

The three of you cuddle into bed, and they lie on either side of you, your limbs all tangled under the sheets. As you all drift to sleep, you’re not sure if this means that now they’re both your boyfriends or Hyunjin will just join you from time to time. You hope he is, but you’re so tired you can’t form the words to ask.

The three of you jolt awake after an hour or so when your phone rings, you reach over to it, groaning loudly and pick it up without thinking. “Hello?”

“Y/N, sorry, it’s urgent. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Chan says, there’s a hint of sorrow in his tone but you sit up, suddenly awake when he says the word ‘urgent’.

“What is it? What’s happened?” You ask and Hyunjin and Minho both look panicked.

“Are you alone?” He says.

“No, Minho and Hyunjin are with me,” you say. “What is it? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m glad you’re safe with them. I tried to call them but they didn’t answer. I got so worried, but… god, Y/N. I don’t know how to tell you this…” he stalls.

“Please, Chan! Tell me!” You beg, Minho takes your hand, his face full of concern.

“It’s Jeongin,” you hear Chan’s voice break, a quiet sob spills from his lips. “He’s dead, he was found in the library by Ruth, she’d been locked in the closet and the security guards found her, they were wondering why the lights were still on.” He pauses, catching his breath, he sniffles and continues, “He was murdered, Y/N, some sick fuck stabbed him!” His tone turns angry and you gasp, dropping the phone onto your lap.

You begin to cry and Hyunjin wraps his arms around you, “Hey, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He offers.

Minho grabs the phone, “Hey man, sorry Y/N she’s, well… she’s in shock.”

“I get it, I wanted to tell you first but I know it’s late and-“ he starts but Minho interrupts gently. “Oh don’t worry about that, I get it.”

“Everyone’s gonna meet up, I think we’re being targeted. Three of us Minho! Three! Don’t let her leave your fucking sight until we’ve all discussed how to move forward.” Chan says his voice is raw with fury.

“I got it, text me a time and place. The three of us will come together.” Minho replies.

“-and Minho,” Chan mutters.

“Yeah?”

“Look after her,” The words make Minho feel a little on edge, who is he to tell him how to look after his girlfriend? But he swallows it down, it’s not the time to be possessive.

“I will, see you soon.” He hangs up the phone and joins the hug with you and Hyunjin.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

The dimly lit living room is filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the old house. Chan stands at the front of the room, his face full of concern. The group is gathered, as you look around, everyone's eyes are on each other in a blend of fear and confusion.

"Alright, listen up, Jeongin is dead,“ his voice breaking slightly as he says his name. ”The sick fuck that's hunting us for sport got to him last night," Chan continues after a deep sigh leaves his lips. His voice is steady despite the turmoil inside him. "We've got a serious problem. Our group is clearly being targeted, and we need to figure out who's next. I think we're being set up, and quite frankly, I don't trust anyone right now."

Unease crackles through the room; you feel it in the way Minho’s fingers tighten on your thigh and his body freezes, just for an instant.

Jisung sits in the corner and shifts uncomfortably. His eyes dart around, avoiding Chan's gaze but Chan turns to him regardless.

“You were with Hyunjin and Felix at the party, right? After you and Y/N were dancing?" His voice is sharp, almost accusatory.

“Yeah- But-” Jisung stutters, then Hyunjin interrupts him.

“I stayed after they left,” he mumbles, sitting on the sofa with Changbin, for once he’s too distracted to have a sketchbook in his hands.

Jisung's face flushes. "I told you, I don't know! I took him home, he was out of it, and I dropped him in his bed. I didn't see him after that. I swear," he says, speaking quickly like he has word vomit.

“You were the last person to see him alive AND you were at his house, where he died. Dude, you gotta admit it’s not looking good for you.” Minho says, his tone stern.

You almost feel bad for Jisung as you lean closer to your boyfriend, hooking your arm around his as if it would protect you in the moment but then Jisung starts rambling, “Look, there’s a pattern here… if we figure that out then maybe it will lead us to the killer?”

“What do you mean, pattern?” Changbin asks, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“It’s like a horror movie, right? We’re all being picked off one by one.” He says as if it’s the most obvious explanation. The rest of you exchange awkward looks before he speaks again. “Okay, hear me out. First, we’re all at a party, everyone knows the killer is always killing the cute blonde who sleeps around first, I mean, usually it’s some dumb girl with big tits but Felix still fits the profile.”

“Right…?” Chan replies, drawing out the word.

“Seungmin’s next, the jock. They are also a target for the killer, he wants to get rid of someone who’s a physical threat to him.” Jisung continues.

“Hang on, you keep saying he? Y/N could be the killer?” Changbin interjects.

You gasp, completely blind sided by the notion. “What the fuck, Bin!”

“She was with Hyunjin and I when Jeongin was killed,” Minho says in your defence.

“-and me, you know, you night of the party,” Chan says, though it comes out small, his tone guilty, worried about how his words come across. “We fell asleep in Seungmin’s bed after she drank too much.”

Minho’s frown doesn’t leave his face, though he doesn’t comment. He knows what he’s saying is true and he hates the thought of someone accusing you of such things.

“I think it’s a guy because they killed Seungmin, one of the top athletes in our school. No offence Y/N… but I doubt you could overpower him.” Jisung cuts in.

“None taken, because I didn’t murder him!” You say, with a raised voice, side eyeing Changbin who sinks further into the couch. “You would throw my name in though, if you were the killer,” you continue.

Hyunjin scoffs a laugh but backs down when Changbin sends him daggers.

“You know who could overpower him? Binnie!” You say, exasperated, looking at the others for back up. “He’s all muscle, he could easily take down another guy? Maybe you were jealous of Seungmin’s success, you were the number 2 player in the school before he died.”

Chan puts his hand up, “He was until I scored the last home run.”

“Don’t remind me,” Changbin says, rolling his eyes. “You forgot something, though? I was with Seungmin the night Felix died. On the pitch, when Seungmin was murdered and I was having dinner with Anna, when Jeongin was killed.” He counts down the fallen members of your group with his fingers as he explains.

“No way you’re seeing Anna? from bio?” Chan smirks.

“It’s nothing serious,” Changbin says, trying to contain a cheeky smile.

“My guy,” Chan says, fist-bumping him.

“And conveniently, Seungmin isn’t here to confirm your alibi for Felix’s murder?” Minho says.

Changbin’s face drops, and he opens his mouth to respond but Jisung continues his nerdy speech about movies.

“Now, you know who you should never trust in these situations?”

You avert your attention back to Jisung, letting Changbin off the hook for a moment.

Jisung tilts his head, almost expecting someone to jump in with an answer but when no one responds, he tuts loudly. “The love interest,” he says, his eyes on your boyfriend.

Your arm drops from Minho and you turn to him. He stays cool, his face deadpan but his eyes glance at everyone. He laughs, leans forward with his elbows on his knees, “Me?” he tsks. “I was at the party all night.”

“and when Seungmin died? Didn’t you leave the game halfway through?” Jisung says.

Your eyes go wide, he had left. Right after Seungmin. Your blood runs cold but then Minho responds, pushing your doubts away.

“I was smoking with Yeonjun, I hadn't spoken to him in forever.” He shrugs. “We were just catching up and before I knew it, the game was over.” He turns to you, “You believe me, don’t you, baby?”

You nod, it couldn’t be him. You knew when Minho was lying, you’d been with him long enough. “Of course I do,” you say.

Jisung and Chan glance at each other and then Chan speaks up, “and what about Jeongin?”

“He was with me and Y/N, we already covered that,” Hyunjin says, finally finding his voice. He’d been quiet for most of the conversation, just sitting next to Changbin and absentmindedly playing with the loose threads on the couch.

“Who said the love interest I was talking about was Minho anyway?” Jisung taunts.

Hyunjin’s ears go pink, his eyes dart to Minho’s, then yours, then back to Jisung’s. “W-What?” he stutters.

Hyunjin felt like he’d been caught. How could they know what the three of you were doing when it had just happened? He sucked on his bottom lip nervously before responding, he didn’t know how much Jisung knew and he didn’t want to out you and Minho in case you wanted to keep it private. “I- We-”

“Oh, come on, Hyun. We’re not blind.” Jisung says, his arms gesturing to the room. “Everyone knows you have a massive crush on Y/N.”

Chan interjects, a light laugh leaving his lips, “It is kinda obvious dude.”

Hyunjin stands up all of a sudden, his usual sweet demeanour disappears in a blink, he shoves a pointed finger against Chan’s chest. “Talking about obvious? Aren’t you always eye fucking her?”

Hyunjin’s actions take you by surprise. Where the fuck had that sudden rage come from?

Chan pushes his hand down, slowly, he stands his ground and when he speaks, it’s through gritted teeth, “Take your hand off me.”

Changbin rises now, pushing them away from each other, “Let’s just cool off a second, guys… Jisung, you said something about a pattern? In the killings? So if this were a stupid fucking horror movie, who’s next? You?” he asks as the men separate. Hyunjin sits back down with a heavy sigh, whilst Chan starts pacing in his corner of the living room.

Jisung laughs but when no one joins him he huffs, “Oh come on. Everyone knows the only way to survive a horror movie?”

“Please enlighten us, Ji?” Minho says, sarcastically.

“Well, you’re either the final girl,” he exclaims, gesturing to you with an amused grin. “Or… you’re a virgin.”

You all erupt with laughter but Hyunjin cuts in, his tone serious, “Or you’re the killer?”

“What- No… I-” Jisung defends himself, stammering over his words.

“Where were you during the ‘death scenes’ then?” he says, gesturing with bent fingers.

“Well, I was… at home-”

“Alone?” Chan asks, turning to him.

“Yeah, but-” he points to you. “I was with you for the entire game, right?”

“There could be more than one?” Chan mutters under his breath.

You suddenly feel a surge of anger, sick of the stupid movie conspiracies and accusations when you’re meant to be sticking together, that was the point of the meeting.

"This is ridiculous," you yell, standing up abruptly. "I can't believe we're all turning on each other like this."

You storm out of the room, slamming the door behind you. Changbin follows you, glancing at Minho on route, who just stares at him blankly.

He finds you in the hallway, your back turned to him. As he approaches, he notices the bruises on your collarbone and arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" Changbin asks, his voice softening. “Did someone do that to you?" His fingers, grazing your purpled skin.

You turn to face him, your eyes wide. How could you explain how you got these bruises to Changbin? What would he think if he found out you slept with Hyunjin and Minho? "No, it's nothing. I'm fine."

Changbin's brow furrows. "Are you sure? Because it looks like someone's been hurting you. Is it Minho?"

Your eyes widen in surprise. "No, of course not! Minho loves me. He would never do anything to hurt me."

Minho appears in the hallway, his expression worried. "What's going on? Why are you questioning her away from everyone?"

Changbin's voice hardens as he turns to Minho. "I'm just trying to figure out who's been giving her huge bruises. But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Minho's face darkens, and he takes a step forward, his voice low, almost threatening. "What the hell are you implying, Changbin? You think I had something to do with this?"

Changbin holds his gaze for a moment before turning away. "I don't know what to think anymore. But I'm keeping my eyes open."

He leaves you and your boyfriend alone in the hallway. Your gut filled with anxiety, you hated seeing your group torn like this. Half of you are gone and the other half are fighting with each other. You look at Minho, your heart aching with a mix of love and trepidation.

"I'm sorry, Minho," you whisper. "I don't know who to trust anymore."

Minho pulls you into a gentle embrace, his voice soothing. "It's okay. We'll figure this out together. You're safe with us, I promise."

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

Changbin’s house is a testament to his family’s wealth, a place that usually feels like a safe fortress. Tonight, though, it’s just a big, shadowy space where all of you are trying to pretend that nothing is wrong. Halloween decorations hang around the living room, plastic skeletons and fake cobwebs, which make you smile despite what’s happening.

You’re all lounging on the sofas, trying to laugh at the cheesy horror movie on the TV. Jisung cracks jokes about how the characters in the film never turn on the lights, and Chan rolls his eyes good-naturedly. Minho sits in the corner, quiet and watchful with his arm around your waist, while Hyunjin sketches something, stealing occasional glances your way.

Eventually, Changbin stands up. “I’m gonna grab some beers from the basement. Anyone want anything else?”

A chorus of “nope” and “we’re good” follows him as he heads downstairs. Jisung jumps in, “Hey Bin, are you trying to get yourself killed, going to the basement alone? Are you watching the same movie I am?”

“Come with me then if you’re that worried!” Changbin snaps, the stress clearly getting to him. “Jesus, I’ll leave you to it on second thought,” Jisung comments.

Chan turns to you and asks if you wanna get some snacks from the kitchen with him, you agree not really wanting to go anywhere alone after what happened to your friends, you had almost argued with Changbin about going to the basement alone but you see Jisung follow him, muttering about his mood swings, just after he turns down to the staircase and the anxiously in your gut fades. Minho loosens his hold on you with a huff but you don’t ask why he seems so moody, it must be the grief of losing his friends. Minho tends to lead with anger when he’s upset, rarely allowing himself to be vulnerable around you.

The basement is well-lit, almost too bright against the dark stairwell. Changbin flicks the light on and steps inside, the chill of the basement settling around him as he opens the fridge. As he gazes over the options for drinks, the lights flicker. Changbin pauses, glancing over his shoulder. “Ha ha, very funny, Jisung!” he calls up the stairs.

Jisung’s laughter echoes down. “Gotcha! Just making sure you’re still alive, man.” Changbin rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’re hilarious.”

Jisung disappears with a final chuckle, and Changbin returns to the fridge. He leans in, grabbing a six-pack, when the lights flicker again. This time longer, more ominous. The basement plunges

into darkness for a heartbeat before the lights blink back on.

He stands up and turns, ready to yell something up the stairs but when he shuts the fridge door, Minho is standing right there.

“Jesus!” Changbin jumps, nearly dropping the beers. “Minho, you scared the crap out of me.”

Minho just smiles, but it’s not his usual smirk. There’s something off about it, something cold. “Sorry, Changbin. Didn’t mean to spook you.”

Changbin relaxes a little, laughing it off. “It’s fine, just- everyone’s on edge, you know? After everything that’s happened.” He hesitates, then decides to mention it. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something. I noticed some bruises on Y/N’s arm. I know it’s not my business, but it looked bad. Are you guys okay?”

Minho’s eyes darken slightly, the smile never reaching them. “You’re right, it’s not your business.”

Changbin frowns, opening his mouth to speak but Minho is faster. He slams Changbin’s head against the edge of the fridge, the impact stunning him. The beers clatter to the floor, rolling away as Changbin tries to push him off.

“Ahh, Fuck!” Changbin yells.

Minho’s grip is in his hair, pulling him back only to slam his head against the fridge again. Changbin starts getting dizzy and mutters something under his breath. Minho pulls him in, his face inches away from Changbin’s now red cheeks. “What did you say?”

“She’ll never stay with you once she finds out,” he slurs, his eyes unfocused.

Minho laughs darkly, “Actually, I think she will. Now I’ve given her what she’s always wanted. And Hyunjin will help me convince her, you know how soppy and romantic he is. She’ll take his word.”

“Hyunjin?” Changbin mumbles.

“Oh, that’s right. You didn’t know…” Minho pauses, his eyes trail down Changbin’s form like he’s nothing but an ant ready to be squished beneath his leather sole. “I let him have her last night. The poor boy is so obsessed with her, he’d do anything I asked just for a taste of her sweet little pussy.” He says through gritted teeth.

“You’re sick!” Changbin shouts.

Minho yanks on his hair again and Changbin hisses. “He was the one who bruised her like that,

he was so fucking desperate. Eating her out like it would be the only chance he had.” He tuts, “Once we’ve gotten rid of that cunt Chan who keeps sniffing around our girl, we’ll take her and she’ll come running into our arms.”

“Fuck you!” Changbin spits.

Minho growls, seeing red and opens the fridge door, he holds Changbin’s head where the door meets the frame and smashes the door into his skull. There’s a sickening crunch and Changbin’s vision blurs.

“Sorry, Changbin,” Minho murmurs, almost gently, as he keeps slamming the door into Changbin’s head. “But you were starting to ask way too many questions.” Minho’s voice is eerily calm as he continues, the words punctuated by the dull thuds of Changbin’s skull meeting metal. “You see, you really shouldn’t have been paying so much attention to Y/N.”

Changbin gurgles, trying to form words, but Minho’s grip is unrelenting. The world is slipping away in a haze of pain and confusion, the taste of blood sharp in his mouth.

Minho tilts his head, almost like he’s contemplating a piece of art. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure everyone thinks it’s just another random attack. Wrong place, wrong time, all that.”

The final blow comes swiftly, a brutal slam that leaves Changbin crumpling to the floor, motionless, his brains dented in and blood pooling out of the crippled bones. Minho steps back, wiping his hands casually on his jeans. He takes a deep breath and lets out a contented sigh like he hasn’t just bashed Changbin’s skull in. He leaves through the basement side entrance, ready for his next move.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

“Honesty! LOOK BEHIND YOU!” Jisung shouts at the television, the screen shows a guy in his kitchen making dinner with the villain stalking behind him quietly, holding a knife high in the air.

A figure looms behind Jisung, watching as he continues to scream at the tv with an eerie patience, he steps closer and closer, his breathing slightly laboured when he grabs his shoulder.

“Fuck! Hyunjin! Not funny, bro!” Jisung yelps and lets out an embarrassed chuckle, his heart racing wildly as Hyunjin drops next to him on the couch.

“Too easy,” Hyunjin laughs, offering Jisung a gummy sweet.

He takes the treat and chews loudly, “Are we crazy?” Jisung asks him with furrowed brows. “There’s a killer on the loose and we decide to watch horror movies and all split up in an old house.”

“Maybe a little,” Hyunjin mutters with a strange smirk. “But only if one of us was the killer, right?”

Jisung turns to him, his eyes dancing over Hyunjin’s features. “What?”

Hyunjin scoffs a cocky laugh and pulls a large blade out of his jacket pocket suddenly and leans over Jisung in one fell swoop, his hand pins Jisung by the throat and he presses the flat side of the blade against the younger man's cheek. Jisung trembles in horror, his eyes wide and glistening with tears threatening to spill.

“Think we’re crazy yet?” Hyunjin whispers, tauntingly.

Jisung’s breath hitches, his voice comes out whiny and loud, “No? It’s not you…” A tear falls down his flushed, puffy cheek. “You wouldn’t we’ve been friends for-”

Hyunjin presses a hand over his mouth, leaning in so his face is only an inch away, his jaw clenches with restraint as he mutters, “Shh, we don’t wanna scare anyone, don’t cry like a little bitch.”

Jisung whimpers under Hyunjin's hand and Hyunjin smiles a maniacal grin, pushing the knife harder against the soft skin of his cheek, the sting causes Jisung to yelp when footsteps approach from the kitchen.

Hyunjin thinks quickly and pulls Jisung by the grip on his throat and yanks the scared boy on top of him. Jisung grunts when he lands on him as you enter the room with a bag of popcorn, your eyes taking in the scene.

Hyunjin grabs Jisung’s hand and places the knife into it, plunging it into himself harshly. The blade cuts deep into his side, the large gush flooding with crimson and he growls deeply in searing agony.

Hyunjin’s face changes right before Jisung's shocked eyes from the villain into a soft, helpless victim, the change so maddeningly smooth he stutters his words but Hyunjin interrupts him with a scream, “Y/N! RUN! IT’S JISUNG! HE STABBED ME! RUN!”

You have no time to think because your body immediately reacts, you drop the popcorn, the sugary snack spills onto the floor and your boots crunch them into the carpet as you sprint towards the front door.

You rip it open and come face to face with a man in the ghost-face mask, he tilts his head with a sickening flare and you scream. Arms fly around your waist and pull you back, “Get behind me!” Chan yells as he puts himself between you and the masked man.

Before you can do anything, the killer lunges for Chan, toppling them onto the floor. They scramble in a flurry of limbs, one moment Chan is being punched in the ribs the next he’s kicking the masked man off him.

The killer slams into the doorframe with a yell that sounds unfamiliar, the voice changer crackling as he stumbles. Chan grabs your hand and pulls you up the stairs, the two of you grab at the bannister.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Chan says as you both run through the upper hallway looking for places to hide.

Whilst you run from the killer, Hyunjin grabs Jisung again, pushing him onto the floor with a groan, his t-shirt stained with blood from his stab wound. Jisung attempts to crawl away.

“Help! Minho, Changbin! Help-” Jisung’s screams are cut short as Hyunjin kicks him in the ribs, laughing manically.

“Minho isn’t gonna save you, I thought you were a horror movie nerd?” Hyunjin says as he fists his dark curls.

Jisung winces from the burn to his scalp as Hyunjin leans over him pressing his lips to his ear, “Never trust the love interest,” he says through gritted teeth, dropping him to the ground like a rag-doll, he reaches for the television remote and whacks him over the back of his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Get in there,” Chan whispers to you as he opens the cleaning closet.

“It’s Jisung… Chan, one of them is Jisung,” you sob.

“Shh, it’s okay…” Chan says, before you interrupt.

“No! Let's hide together!” You cry.

“Trust me,” Chan says as he glances at the stairs where he can hear footsteps approaching. “I’ll distract him, go.” Chan’s tone leaves no room for you to argue as you climb in next to the brooms and mops, the air is thick with bleach, you hold a hand over your mouth to muffle your heavy breathing and sobs as you see the light shining under the door go dark.

You know he’s there, you can feel him hovering, like he already knows where you are but wants to taunt you.

But then, he steps away and stalks down the opposite corridor.

You’re panting against your hand, fear pumps through your veins and your lungs burn from running up the stairs.

Unbeknownst to you, Chan is hidden under Changbin’s Father’s bed, he curses himself at the foolish idea but he’d rather the killer found him first, he needed to get you out of here. He wills himself to calm his breathing, as he listens for footsteps, after two minutes of silence, he fears the worst. He crawls from under the bed slowly and rises to his feet, creeping towards the bedroom door when the killer appears from behind him as if he’d been in the room with him the whole time waiting for him to come out.

“Fuck!” Chan screams as he sprints away from the killer down the hall, but as he approaches the bannister a burning pain in the back of his ankle causes him to trip over onto the floor, blood spurts from his severed achilles heel and he screams in horror as he cradles his leg.

The killer slowly comes into view from behind him as the second one walks up the stairs, wiping his knife with his glove after making his cut.

Chan attempts to crawl away but groans loudly as he puts weight on his foot.

You burst out of the cleaning closet, unable to do anything while Chan suffers. Your eyes are so wide with shock as you realise you have no defence.

“There she is,” One of the masked men says in the ominous voice that makes your blood curdle.

You slowly back away as he steps into your space, and suddenly you're plunged into darkness. Your hands scramble for purchase, unable to see anything.

“Y/N! Y-” Chan’s pleas fall silent as someone hits the side of your head, your mind goes into a haze before sleep overtakes you.

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

Your head hangs forward heavily as you come to, your hands feel numb from the bindings on your wrists and your shoulders burn, your limbs, taught.

When you lift your head, you blink through the blur to see Chan tied to a dining chair next to you in Changbin’s kitchen.

“Chan?” you call out, your voice raw from screaming.

His head is bloodied and bruised, it hangs limply to the side, his eyes closed,

“He’s not awake yet, baby.”

You turn towards the kitchen island to see your boyfriend leaning against it with a cocky smirk on his face, his hands busy wiping a knife clean.

“Minho?” you whisper in disbelief.

Next to him, Hyunjin sits on the counter, his legs dangling with a towel pressed to his side, scarlet soaking the fabric.

“Hyun- Where’s Jisung… he-” you stutter.

“Don’t you worry about that,” Minho says as he pushes off the island and makes his way towards you.

You stare up at him with curious eyes, confused by what’s happening. He squats down in front of you and holds your chin softly in his hand. He looks over you, tilting your head left and right.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, his voice gentle.

“Untie me, Minho.” You mutter through your teeth, anger beginning to fill you.

Minho jerks your chin up suddenly, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze. His voice is stern and final, “Don’t you dare command me, baby.” His face presses against yours as he kisses the sweet spot under your ear and then snarls, “I thought you liked it when I tied you up.”

You attempt to pull away but his fingers dig into your skin.

“Be a good girl for me and listen.” He says, his voice gentle again as he lets go and walks back to Hyunjin.

“Minho,” Hyunjin groans. “It hurts.”

Minho doesn’t answer straight away as he lifts his shirt to check the damage. Hyunjin hisses before Minho snaps, “Quit whining, it’s not even that deep.”

Hyunjin presses the towel back onto it, a frown on his face and a sick part of you pities him. He meets your gaze as Minho goes to Chan’s limp body, and his eyes have the same look in them as when you removed the blindfold during your night together. Pure desire.

You’re not sure what possesses you but you smile back, hoping to sweeten him up. If Minho won’t let you go, maybe he will. His eyes soften, there might be hope yet for you.

Chan shudders awake when Minho flicks water on his face.

“Our knight in shining armour has finally decided to join us,” Minho taunts.

Chan glances back and forth between the three of you, then pulls at his bindings to no avail.

“What the fuck!” he screams, the chair groans from his efforts.

Hyunjin and Minho laugh together, but like day to night, Minho’s face drops and his stare turns cold.

“Surprise,” he says.

“So it was you two… all along. I should have fucking known. You’ve always been so possessive over her.” Chan says, fury in his eyes.

“What?” you say, confused.

“I know, baby, it’s hard to believe,” Minho says mockingly. “But people do crazy things when they're in love and I wasn’t going to stand by for much longer and watch all of our friends lust over what’s mine.”

The image of the blood-soaked wall in the locker room where Seungmin’s body was found flashes in your mind like it was obvious all along. Had you just chosen to ignore the signs?

“Ours.” Hyunjin cuts in with a small voice.

Minho turns to him with a small chuckle, parting from his lips. “Right. Ours.”

“You absolute psychopaths! You killed them… all of them. Why? Because you were threatened? She’s already your fucking girlfriend!” Chan shouts.

“Watch your tone,” Minho retorts, his hands balled into fists by his sides.

Chan laughs in disbelief, “You’re out of your fucking mind. She would have left you as soon as she found out about this.”

Minho smacks Chan across the face, his head jerking sideways from the impact.

“Minho, please stop!” you whimper.

Hyunjin watches on with dreamy eyes like he’s enjoying it.

Chan turns back to Minho with an angry stare, his tongue pushes on the inside of his cheek.

“Jesus Y/N, he’s always the fucking hero in your story,” Minho says, waving his arms theatrically. “Not this time, now you’ll only have me and Hyunjin. You’ll be our final girl.” His voice is sickly sweet as he strokes your cheek softly.

“You think she’ll still love you? After this?” Chan retorts.

Minho gets up in his face, fisting Chan’s hair. “I fucking know she will.”

Hyunjin giggles as he watches the two of them. Minho shoves Chan’s face away like it offends him and walks back to Hyunjin slowly, his eyes on Chan in a predatory glare.

“What did you do to them? I want answers!” Chan shouts, a grimace on his features.

“Well, we experimented first, didn’t we, Hyun,” Minho says, patting the younger man’s shoulder like a proud father.

Hyunjin nods, enthusiastically, “That fucking English teacher, he screamed like a high schooler.”

“Yeah, because you kept stabbing him in the wrong place, dipshit.” Minho retorts. “We didn’t know what we were doing then, all I knew was my girl kept flirting with him in class.” Minho looks at you then, disappointment apparent on his face.

“I didn’t-” You start but Minho holds his finger up to silence you.

“Oh, but you did. You couldn’t help it…” He says condescendingly.

You scowl at him and he pushes from the kitchen island approaching you with measured steps.

“Don’t look at me like that, Baby,” He says in a low voice.

“Or what!” You spit.

He grabs the knife from the countertop and takes long strides to Chan, grabbing his long dark locks and pulling them at the root. Chan hisses and Minho shoves the blade to the right corner of his mouth.

“Or I’ll carve a pretty smile into your little crush here,” Minho snarls with a psychotic smirk. “You want me to ruin his face?”

“No!” You scream out, tears spilling onto your flushed cheeks. “Please! Stop! Don’t-”

Minho steps back, putting the knife back on the side.

“So you do like him?” Hyunjin mutters.

“He’s my friend of course I-”

Hyunjin jumps off the counter, as if given a jolt of energy.

He strolls up to you with a deranged look in his eyes, “Tell me the truth, sweetheart,” his tone is almost condescending, wistful in a way that makes your skin crawl. “You’ve fancied him for a long time, haven’t you?” he grabs your chin harshly, making you look at Chan. “Tell him.”

Tears streak down your face as Chan looks at you with pleading eyes.

“TELL HIM!” Hyunjin suddenly screams, and you shake violently from the jump scare as Minho laughs humourlessly.

“I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids,” you whisper defeatedly.

“Now your turn,” Minho whispers to Chan. “Go on, tell her how you feel.”

“I’ve felt the same for a few years now,” his voice is raspy.

Minho huffs out of his nose as if frustrated, “and that's why we have to get rid of you too.” he mutters as if to himself, he grabs the knife and stabs Chan’s shoulder. Blood oozes from the wound as he cries out.

“Please no! Please!” You sob but it’s no use.

Hyunjin leans down, his face in line with yours and he whispers, “Shh, it’s okay, I’m here.” He kisses you, his tongue dominates your mouth immediately but you don’t pull away, scared of what they’ll do to Chan if you don’t comply, your body reacting on instinct. He mutters against your lips, “Fuck, Sweetheart, I love you so much.” You jolt as if struck by lightning. He hadn’t ever said that to you and now is the time he decides to drop it, like he’s not affected by what’s transpiring.

Minho smirks at both of you, “Took you long enough Hyun,” he chuckles, ignoring Chan’s whimpers.

Chan lifts his head defiantly, “Just tell me why? Why the others?”

Hyunjin beams, “Well after the that was the night of the party at Seungmin’s,” he pats your cheek, “Lix decided to tell me that you were his first,” he eyes burn into yours as he bites his lip in restraint. “and I couldn’t have that… you were already Minho’s, fancied Chan… but that little blonde bastard too! I followed him and Jisung back to his, waited till Jisung left and made my first solo kill,” he smirks, gazing into the distance like the memory of it pleases him.

“Then there was Seungmin,” Minho butts in. “He thought he could dedicate his home run to MY girlfriend?” he laughs petulantly.

“You’re pathetic,” Chan wheezes.

Minho’s head snaps towards him, “What did you say?” he asks, his tone low.

Chan spits blood, “I said you’re pathetic-”

Minho stabs him again, in the thigh this time and Chan groans.

“Jeongin, begged us Chan…” Minho taunts quietly. “He was sobbing when I shoved my knife down his throat.” A smile stretched over Minho’s features. “He’s pathetic, I’m just a man in love.” Minho strides over to you, drunk on power and starts kissing you deeply. When he pulls back, his pupils are blown out. “Tell me you’re ours, baby, say who you belong to.”

“You and Hyunjin,” you whimper.

His thumb runs over your cheekbone, “Good girl,” he says with a salacious look on his face.

“Changbin…” Chan grunts, his he swaying from blood loss. “What did you do to Changbin?”

Minho grins at Hyunjin, then turns back to Chan, “I smashed his head in the fridge door,” He says, nonchalantly. “He was asking too many questions.”

“Where’s Jisung?” you cry.

Minho strokes your hair as he speaks, as Hyunjin picks up the knife and slowly drives it into Chan’s stomach, his eyes glazed over in wonder. “He’s okay, he’ll be spared.”

Chan groans lowly, his head dipping forward as he bleeds out. “You’re using him… aren’t you?” he mumbles.

You sob uncontrollably as Minho reveals the final stage in their plan.

“He’ll take the fall, us three will be long gone,” he runs his thumb over your jaw in faux comfort. “Just us and our perfect girl, our final girl.”

You sob as Hyunjin stabs Chan a final time, and blood drains out of his mouth as his body goes limp.

“No!” you cry.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Minho mutters as he returns to the kitchen island, he grabs a bottle of clear fluid and pours it onto a tea towel, he approaches you again and shoves it under your nose. The substance burns your nostrils immediately as you fight to stay awake.

“Say goodbye-”

✞══════ 31 DAYS OF HORROR ══════✞

Jisung wakes up on the floor. The room feels like it’s spinning, he groans, “What the fuck,” as he sits up. Memories of just before he blacked out come flooding back like an unwanted nightmare - the knife, the pain and Hyunjin...that bastard!

Jisung winces and holds the side of his head. He can hear what sounds like sirens in the distance. He gets up, stumbling, his hands flying out to grip the nearest object. He stops for a moment, using the couch to keep his grip steady.

“Y/n!” He shouts, but no one answers.

The house is eerily quiet. He sucks in a sharp breath and the pain in his head pounds incessantly.

“Y/N!” His scream turns into a broken whimper and nothing but his own voice echoes back at him. Panic rises in his gut as he drags his bruised body to the hallway and sees that the door is wide open, a trail of blood leading from his feet to the front door.

He follows it and on the doorstep lies a large kitchen knife drenched in scarlet. He recognises it as the one Hyunjin had tried to stab him with.

The memory flashes again like lightning, making his head throb and tears spill from his eyes. He blinks them away to see a mass of black fabric on the floor. Jisung bends down, wincing in pain as he turns it over to reveal a blood-soaked ghost-face mask.

“What the-” is all Jisung can get out as the realisation floods him that it was Hyunjin and Minho the whole time, taking out his friends one by one.

“Fucking evil motherfuckers!” Jisung screams out, throwing the mask to the floor with what little energy he has left. He falls back onto his knees and breaks down, the salty tears stinging his tired eyes.

He notices something else left on the floor in the pool of crimson. He gasps as his brain catches up. There was no denying what it was, he'd know that colour and texture anywhere - a roughly cut chunk of your hair.

He reaches out and picks up more of it as the tears continue to cascade down his puffy cheeks, he realises it’s charred like it had been burnt, the putrid smell hits the back of his throat, the grief in his stomach twists like a dagger. The thought of what those two maniacs he called his best friends did to you makes him retch and cry out.

A tapping noise snaps him from his heaving. Still fearful, he grabs the knife from the floor and drags himself up, following the sound to the kitchen. His breathing comes out heavy and the blade shakes in his grip.

He hobbles into the kitchen, and the scene he's met with is straight out of the horror movies he loved so much. The reality hits him like a runaway train, a stark contrast to the usual thrill he feels as an observer.

Chan's body is slumped over, tied to a dining chair.

The same ones, they would all sit around and eat dinner Changbin’s father had made while they chatted about everything and anything as kids.

Chan’s face is a pulpy mess of broken bones and torn flesh, with eyes swollen shut and dark red haemorrhaging from multiple stab wounds over his torso. His hair is matted with thick, congealing blood, and his clothes are shredded and soaked. The ropes cut deep into his wrists and ankles. The air is thick with a coppery scent and the faint, sickly sweet smell of burnt hair.

Jisung swallows, holding back more tears. He feels almost numb now when he notices the sound is coming from Chan’s lifeless body.

The pat pat pat that echoes is his blood draining out onto the expensive tile. Jisung is speechless and can't help but just stare at Chan's corpse.

Their leader was dead, the man Jisung had looked up to, who had helped him when he was at his lowest, spoke up for him and understood him through all his quirks and weirdness. Now he was reduced to nothing but a beaten, bloody mess, cold, his life force draining out in the middle of Changbin’s kitchen.

Jisung collapses in grief and crawls to Chan, not caring about the crimson that soaks his jeans. His hand circles Chan’s cold ankle as he sobs uncontrollably.

“I'm sorry, Chan, I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything to help you. I'm sorry I couldn't save Y/n,” he begs as if his friend can hear him.

All hope he has leaves him, he doesn't know how long he kneels there crying into the pools of Chan’s blood, muttering apologies, but it was long enough for the sirens to get closer.

His ears ring from the noise and he’s brought out of his trance as the police shuffle into the house. A soft, authoritative, deep voice speaks. The policeman is standing by the kitchen door, his gun drawn and pointed right at Jisung.

“Hey, son, I'm Officer Park. Keep your hands where I can see them. What’s your name?”

“Han Jisung”, he croaks out, his eyes wide as he raises his hands slowly, the blade still in his grasp, he forgot he was holding.

“Alright, Jisung, I'm gonna need you to put the knife down and come with me so I can ask you a few questions. Are you aware of your right to an attorney? Anything you say-”

Before Officer Park can finish reading him his rights, Jisung drops the knife; it clatters to the floor, and he turns to Officer Park with a panicked look on his face.

“Wait, no, no! You think I did all of this?” he cries out, as officers swarm, tackling him to the ground and locking handcuffs on him, the steel cold against his burning skin.

“Please, you have to believe me, I didn't do this, I swear!” Jisung fights the whole way to the front door, pleading his innocence.

BREAKING NEWS

"Good evening. Tonight, we bring you a chilling update on the string of murders that have rocked our small town. A killer terrorising local teens from Woodsboro High School has struck again for the final time tonight, leaving a trail of terror and tragedy in his wake. Our town can sleep well tonight knowing the elusive and ruthless killer is finally behind bars. The victims, all friends and an English teacher from the school, were targeted in a series of seemingly random attacks. However, police have discovered a disturbing pattern… Each victim received a cryptic phone call moments before their death.”

The female news reporter places two fingers on her earpiece.

“We have just received word that the suspect in custody was caught at the scene of the crime, a local teen by the name of Han Jisung. Sources close to the investigation have revealed that he may have been driven by an obsessive love for an unknown individual who is currently suspected to be one of the three unidentified victims found burnt alive in the house. The rest of the victims' families have been notified. I am Skye Rivers, and this is Woodsboro News."

DISCLAIMER - We do not own the rights to Stray Kids, they are used as inspiration for fiction and the actions in the fic do not represent the idols in real life.

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