Warnings: Talk of death and bodies. Mentions of gore- blood and bodily harm. MC is physically harmed in this update. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!
Summary: ‘You’re only human.’ It’s what you tell yourself as you finally start to crack.
Notes: Haha. 1 year later? Don’t flame me too hard, my writing skills are rusty.
This is Part 40 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️
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It’s a betrayal.
Yoongi easily snapped your finger like it meant nothing. Like YOU mean nothing. Maybe it was silly to see any sort of friendship there. Maybe you don’t mean anything.- Not when he’s dragging you like a corpse down the halls he painted red.
It’s an understandable thing, of course- you try to tell yourself that. You have to reason that it is. Jungkook is in some kind of danger, perhaps something horrible. Yoongi will do anything to save him, even if you are the pawn. You understand, but it still hurts.
Yoongi is taking you towards the main elevator, not sparing a glance as his fingers stay gripped on your neck of your coat like a vice. You stumble, nearly crawling through the bodies to keep up. The Nightmare ignores all the surrounding carnage, the viscera that lays scattered on the white floor. And the wall. And the ceiling.
The massacre has already begun. It’s likely to get worse- there’s no stopping Yoongi once he’s gotten started. Your finger throbs, a ghastly purple color even after Yoongi snapped it back. You ignore it.
You’re curious to see how things will pan out, even now. A Code Red has been called; the other doctors and facility workers know something is going on. High alert. Lockdown for all floors. Will the elevator even work…?
Body after body, the two of you finally make it to the elevator door. You feel faint, unsure if it’s from the pain or something else entirely. There’s no plan here; you don’t have access to the lower levels. Floor 13, right here, is as low as you can go in this hell.
Yoongi turns to you, wild and unreasonable. The man’s eyes look crazed, pupils wide, his embodiment of anything human slipping away. His voice is quiet as he speaks.
“Do you want me to kill you, Doctor?”
It sounds like a hallow threat, even then- A breath leaves your aching lungs. No. No, you don’t want Yoongi to kill you. A wave of emotion flickers across your face, and the Nightmare can see it. There’s a complete lack of horror, but something very close to sadness in your eyes. You shake your head, slowly.
“Then open the fucking door.”
“I can’t. I want to help him too Yoongi, but I already told you, I don’t have access-“ Your airway is blocked off as Yoongi wraps a hand around your neck. A broken whimper echos through the halls as you’re listen into the air for a moment. A sharp heel falling to the floor in a clatter as your legs kick.
Choking. You gasp, airway rattling in a desperate attempt for oxygen after only seconds. Hoseok- Hoseok please-
A deep, snarled roar rips from somewhere on the floor, followed by the crunching of metal. Yoongi drops you, allowing you to fall into a puddle of blood on the floor. You gasp, hands clutching your throat as dazed eyes peer upwards.
It’s quiet then, aside from the beeping. Yoongi looks unsure. A perfect image of yourself just a minute ago. Someone has escaped their cell.
You can only hope it’s Hoseok.
Yoongi blinks down at you, eyes closing tightly and then- he’s panicking. The pale haired man slams on the closed door of the elevator, trying to rip through the metal; a caged animal trying to escape its enclosure.
His fist pauses midair as the elevator comes to life and dings, the sound startling. 50… 49… 48… The light flickers along with the flashing red lights in the halls, a countdown to something happening. Horrible or not, someone- no, something, is coming to the floor to join in on the fun. The assault continues.
Panic starts to overtake you finally. There’s too many factors out of your control and no way to solve any of it. Footsteps mix into the dinging, into your rugged breathing, the slamming of skin on metal. You let out a shuttered gasp as shadows cast on the bloody floor.
There he stands. Not Hoseok, no.
Seokjin.
The angelic Nightmare walks closer, steady steps as he surveys the area. A wild Yoongi, a broken doctor, and cadavers galore. A low hum leaves his plush lips-
“This is how you repay her? I’m disappointed Yoongi.” Seokjin steps cautiously as he gets closer to you, but Yoongi ignores the other Nightmare. You watch, still on the floor, as Seokjin stops in front of where your crumpled body sits. He reaches out, you take it with a shaking hand.
“Hoseok…?” It spills from your lips, his name a comfort in a situation like this. Seokjin smiles ruefully but doesn’t comment on your appearance. The Nightmare pulls you into standing position, casting a long look at Yoongi.
“My Joonie has him occupied. It’s all I could do to keep him from tearing this one limb from limb. However-“ There’s another loud snarl from deeper in the floor, metal screeching. A fight of some kind. Seokjin boops your nose in his own way of odd comfort.
“Hoseok is very unhappy. He can only be held at bay for so long. We need to figure out a plan, Doctor. Fast.”
Warnings: Talk of death and bodies. Mentions of gore- blood and bodily harm. MC is physically harmed in this update. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!
Summary: ‘You’re only human.’ It’s what you tell yourself as you finally start to crack.
Notes: Haha. 1 year later? Don’t flame me too hard, my writing skills are rusty.
This is Part 40 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️
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It’s a betrayal.
Yoongi easily snapped your finger like it meant nothing. Like YOU mean nothing. Maybe it was silly to see any sort of friendship there. Maybe you don’t mean anything.- Not when he’s dragging you like a corpse down the halls he painted red.
It’s an understandable thing, of course- you try to tell yourself that. You have to reason that it is. Jungkook is in some kind of danger, perhaps something horrible. Yoongi will do anything to save him, even if you are the pawn. You understand, but it still hurts.
Yoongi is taking you towards the main elevator, not sparing a glance as his fingers stay gripped on your neck of your coat like a vice. You stumble, nearly crawling through the bodies to keep up. The Nightmare ignores all the surrounding carnage, the viscera that lays scattered on the white floor. And the wall. And the ceiling.
The massacre has already begun. It’s likely to get worse- there’s no stopping Yoongi once he’s gotten started. Your finger throbs, a ghastly purple color even after Yoongi snapped it back. You ignore it.
You’re curious to see how things will pan out, even now. A Code Red has been called; the other doctors and facility workers know something is going on. High alert. Lockdown for all floors. Will the elevator even work…?
Body after body, the two of you finally make it to the elevator door. You feel faint, unsure if it’s from the pain or something else entirely. There’s no plan here; you don’t have access to the lower levels. Floor 13, right here, is as low as you can go in this hell.
Yoongi turns to you, wild and unreasonable. The man’s eyes look crazed, pupils wide, his embodiment of anything human slipping away. His voice is quiet as he speaks.
“Do you want me to kill you, Doctor?”
It sounds like a hallow threat, even then- A breath leaves your aching lungs. No. No, you don’t want Yoongi to kill you. A wave of emotion flickers across your face, and the Nightmare can see it. There’s a complete lack of horror, but something very close to sadness in your eyes. You shake your head, slowly.
“Then open the fucking door.”
“I can’t. I want to help him too Yoongi, but I already told you, I don’t have access-“ Your airway is blocked off as Yoongi wraps a hand around your neck. A broken whimper echos through the halls as you’re listen into the air for a moment. A sharp heel falling to the floor in a clatter as your legs kick.
Choking. You gasp, airway rattling in a desperate attempt for oxygen after only seconds. Hoseok- Hoseok please-
A deep, snarled roar rips from somewhere on the floor, followed by the crunching of metal. Yoongi drops you, allowing you to fall into a puddle of blood on the floor. You gasp, hands clutching your throat as dazed eyes peer upwards.
It’s quiet then, aside from the beeping. Yoongi looks unsure. A perfect image of yourself just a minute ago. Someone has escaped their cell.
You can only hope it’s Hoseok.
Yoongi blinks down at you, eyes closing tightly and then- he’s panicking. The pale haired man slams on the closed door of the elevator, trying to rip through the metal; a caged animal trying to escape its enclosure.
His fist pauses midair as the elevator comes to life and dings, the sound startling. 50… 49… 48… The light flickers along with the flashing red lights in the halls, a countdown to something happening. Horrible or not, someone- no, something, is coming to the floor to join in on the fun. The assault continues.
Panic starts to overtake you finally. There’s too many factors out of your control and no way to solve any of it. Footsteps mix into the dinging, into your rugged breathing, the slamming of skin on metal. You let out a shuttered gasp as shadows cast on the bloody floor.
There he stands. Not Hoseok, no.
Seokjin.
The angelic Nightmare walks closer, steady steps as he surveys the area. A wild Yoongi, a broken doctor, and cadavers galore. A low hum leaves his plush lips-
“This is how you repay her? I’m disappointed Yoongi.” Seokjin steps cautiously as he gets closer to you, but Yoongi ignores the other Nightmare. You watch, still on the floor, as Seokjin stops in front of where your crumpled body sits. He reaches out, you take it with a shaking hand.
“Hoseok…?” It spills from your lips, his name a comfort in a situation like this. Seokjin smiles ruefully but doesn’t comment on your appearance. The Nightmare pulls you into standing position, casting a long look at Yoongi.
“My Joonie has him occupied. It’s all I could do to keep him from tearing this one limb from limb. However-“ There’s another loud snarl from deeper in the floor, metal screeching. A fight of some kind. Seokjin boops your nose in his own way of odd comfort.
“Hoseok is very unhappy. He can only be held at bay for so long. We need to figure out a plan, Doctor. Fast.”
It’s been eight months y’all I’m sorry 😭 I have to dedicate some time to rereading the story and making sure I have the lore down before I go any further with it- it’s been so long.
I won’t abandon it- I promise. It’s just going to take some time. Thanks for always being patient lovelies ♥️
Have you seen the 2.0 mv?? I feel like Dr Kim would wear the same fake beard Taehyung had in the mv 🤣🤣
Dr. Kim would do a lot of weird shit just because, so yes. He definitely would wear it and then troll people in the facility to convince them that it’s real. The man would get into a heated argument with Jimin over it, convince Jimin it’s real somehow, and then rip the beard off just to be a fuck with him more (lovingly).
I wonder how Mc and RL Yoongi's relationship would be like after this whole fiasco with Jungkook ends. Mc would clearly be physically and mentally affected by this. It'd prolly be awkward imo, Mc might be rlly cautious around him. I don't think she would completely start distrusting him though? Just keep a more emotional barrier between them? Maybe even a lil indifferent towards him. Now I wonder how Yoongi would react if Mc ever calls him by his number instead of his name. Ik she'd never do that but it's fun to imagine. All the Nightmares would have a crashout if Mc ever calls them by their number 🤣
MC does well to keep her emotions in check. The fact that they’re coming out right now? Well….
She’s going to pretend everything is peachy at the moment even if it’s bothering her.
Why?
Down at her core, she knows Yoongi is doing this for a reason; Jungkook. Yoongi is violent in his nature, but has show much restraint. Breaking a finger and choking her? Nothing compared to what he could do. He could have ripped a limb off if he wanted.
Think hard about this loves, is he really being so mean?
MC only ever uses their numbers if other doctors are paying mind. She wouldn’t use it on them during sessions or otherwise. Not even on Yoongi after he’s decided to go full on hostile mode.
Warnings: Talk of death and bodies. Mentions of gore- blood and bodily harm. MC is physically harmed in this update. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!
Summary: ‘You’re only human.’ It’s what you tell yourself as you finally start to crack.
Notes: Haha. 1 year later? Don’t flame me too hard, my writing skills are rusty.
This is Part 40 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s a betrayal.
Yoongi easily snapped your finger like it meant nothing. Like YOU mean nothing. Maybe it was silly to see any sort of friendship there. Maybe you don’t mean anything.- Not when he’s dragging you like a corpse down the halls he painted red.
It’s an understandable thing, of course- you try to tell yourself that. You have to reason that it is. Jungkook is in some kind of danger, perhaps something horrible. Yoongi will do anything to save him, even if you are the pawn. You understand, but it still hurts.
Yoongi is taking you towards the main elevator, not sparing a glance as his fingers stay gripped on your neck of your coat like a vice. You stumble, nearly crawling through the bodies to keep up. The Nightmare ignores all the surrounding carnage, the viscera that lays scattered on the white floor. And the wall. And the ceiling.
The massacre has already begun. It’s likely to get worse- there’s no stopping Yoongi once he’s gotten started. Your finger throbs, a ghastly purple color even after Yoongi snapped it back. You ignore it.
You’re curious to see how things will pan out, even now. A Code Red has been called; the other doctors and facility workers know something is going on. High alert. Lockdown for all floors. Will the elevator even work…?
Body after body, the two of you finally make it to the elevator door. You feel faint, unsure if it’s from the pain or something else entirely. There’s no plan here; you don’t have access to the lower levels. Floor 13, right here, is as low as you can go in this hell.
Yoongi turns to you, wild and unreasonable. The man’s eyes look crazed, pupils wide, his embodiment of anything human slipping away. His voice is quiet as he speaks.
“Do you want me to kill you, Doctor?”
It sounds like a hallow threat, even then- A breath leaves your aching lungs. No. No, you don’t want Yoongi to kill you. A wave of emotion flickers across your face, and the Nightmare can see it. There’s a complete lack of horror, but something very close to sadness in your eyes. You shake your head, slowly.
“Then open the fucking door.”
“I can’t. I want to help him too Yoongi, but I already told you, I don’t have access-“ Your airway is blocked off as Yoongi wraps a hand around your neck. A broken whimper echos through the halls as you’re listen into the air for a moment. A sharp heel falling to the floor in a clatter as your legs kick.
Choking. You gasp, airway rattling in a desperate attempt for oxygen after only seconds. Hoseok- Hoseok please-
A deep, snarled roar rips from somewhere on the floor, followed by the crunching of metal. Yoongi drops you, allowing you to fall into a puddle of blood on the floor. You gasp, hands clutching your throat as dazed eyes peer upwards.
It’s quiet then, aside from the beeping. Yoongi looks unsure. A perfect image of yourself just a minute ago. Someone has escaped their cell.
You can only hope it’s Hoseok.
Yoongi blinks down at you, eyes closing tightly and then- he’s panicking. The pale haired man slams on the closed door of the elevator, trying to rip through the metal; a caged animal trying to escape its enclosure.
His fist pauses midair as the elevator comes to life and dings, the sound startling. 50… 49… 48… The light flickers along with the flashing red lights in the halls, a countdown to something happening. Horrible or not, someone- no, something, is coming to the floor to join in on the fun. The assault continues.
Panic starts to overtake you finally. There’s too many factors out of your control and no way to solve any of it. Footsteps mix into the dinging, into your rugged breathing, the slamming of skin on metal. You let out a shuttered gasp as shadows cast on the bloody floor.
There he stands. Not Hoseok, no.
Seokjin.
The angelic Nightmare walks closer, steady steps as he surveys the area. A wild Yoongi, a broken doctor, and cadavers galore. A low hum leaves his plush lips-
“This is how you repay her? I’m disappointed Yoongi.” Seokjin steps cautiously as he gets closer to you, but Yoongi ignores the other Nightmare. You watch, still on the floor, as Seokjin stops in front of where your crumpled body sits. He reaches out, you take it with a shaking hand.
“Hoseok…?” It spills from your lips, his name a comfort in a situation like this. Seokjin smiles ruefully but doesn’t comment on your appearance. The Nightmare pulls you into standing position, casting a long look at Yoongi.
“My Joonie has him occupied. It’s all I could do to keep him from tearing this one limb from limb. However-“ There’s another loud snarl from deeper in the floor, metal screeching. A fight of some kind. Seokjin boops your nose in his own way of odd comfort.
“Hoseok is very unhappy. He can only be held at bay for so long. We need to figure out a plan, Doctor. Fast.”
I just feel so bad for mc in the latest chapter of RL 😭. I can KINDA understand Yoongi for how he's acting cuz JK is fucked but at the same time I'm like "BITCH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!" And let's not even talk about the "Do you want me to kill you doctor?" 💀. If the roles were reversed and MC was the one taken down there, Hoseok wouldn't act as batshit insane like Yoongi is. Yes he'd be livid ofc and grill JK with questions but I don't think Hoseok would break JK's finger. We saw how he was with Andrews, he didn't touch anyone else, only the main culprit. But then again the situations are different and maybe I'm trusting Hoseok too much 😅. And finally, Seokjin booping MC's nose was adorable!
Yoongi isn’t thinking at all. In the newest updates, there’s flickers of doubt because he’s starting to realize that his actions are going to have consequences. His need to keep Jungkook safe is overriding any of that though.
Hoseok takes the time to survey a situation. Yoongi does not. That’s the difference. Hoseok wouldn’t physically harm Jungkook because he likes the man, and he knows that he’s important to Yoongi.
HOWEVER.
We need to think about it. Does Hoseok only see Yoongi’s actions as a betrayal to MC? Or does he also see it as a betrayal to himself? Hoseok doesn’t like backstabbers.
Seokjin is holding the situation together the best he can, but the man’s nervous. Hoseok is one step away from crazy town and is ready to run wild. MC, who is usually very calm and logical, is starting to show signs of anxiety.
Warnings: Talk of death and bodies. Mentions of gore- blood and bodily harm. MC is physically harmed in this update. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!
Summary: ‘You’re only human.’ It’s what you tell yourself as you finally start to crack.
Notes: Haha. 1 year later? Don’t flame me too hard, my writing skills are rusty.
This is Part 40 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It’s a betrayal.
Yoongi easily snapped your finger like it meant nothing. Like YOU mean nothing. Maybe it was silly to see any sort of friendship there. Maybe you don’t mean anything.- Not when he’s dragging you like a corpse down the halls he painted red.
It’s an understandable thing, of course- you try to tell yourself that. You have to reason that it is. Jungkook is in some kind of danger, perhaps something horrible. Yoongi will do anything to save him, even if you are the pawn. You understand, but it still hurts.
Yoongi is taking you towards the main elevator, not sparing a glance as his fingers stay gripped on your neck of your coat like a vice. You stumble, nearly crawling through the bodies to keep up. The Nightmare ignores all the surrounding carnage, the viscera that lays scattered on the white floor. And the wall. And the ceiling.
The massacre has already begun. It’s likely to get worse- there’s no stopping Yoongi once he’s gotten started. Your finger throbs, a ghastly purple color even after Yoongi snapped it back. You ignore it.
You’re curious to see how things will pan out, even now. A Code Red has been called; the other doctors and facility workers know something is going on. High alert. Lockdown for all floors. Will the elevator even work…?
Body after body, the two of you finally make it to the elevator door. You feel faint, unsure if it’s from the pain or something else entirely. There’s no plan here; you don’t have access to the lower levels. Floor 13, right here, is as low as you can go in this hell.
Yoongi turns to you, wild and unreasonable. The man’s eyes look crazed, pupils wide, his embodiment of anything human slipping away. His voice is quiet as he speaks.
“Do you want me to kill you, Doctor?”
It sounds like a hallow threat, even then- A breath leaves your aching lungs. No. No, you don’t want Yoongi to kill you. A wave of emotion flickers across your face, and the Nightmare can see it. There’s a complete lack of horror, but something very close to sadness in your eyes. You shake your head, slowly.
“Then open the fucking door.”
“I can’t. I want to help him too Yoongi, but I already told you, I don’t have access-“ Your airway is blocked off as Yoongi wraps a hand around your neck. A broken whimper echos through the halls as you’re listen into the air for a moment. A sharp heel falling to the floor in a clatter as your legs kick.
Choking. You gasp, airway rattling in a desperate attempt for oxygen after only seconds. Hoseok- Hoseok please-
A deep, snarled roar rips from somewhere on the floor, followed by the crunching of metal. Yoongi drops you, allowing you to fall into a puddle of blood on the floor. You gasp, hands clutching your throat as dazed eyes peer upwards.
It’s quiet then, aside from the beeping. Yoongi looks unsure. A perfect image of yourself just a minute ago. Someone has escaped their cell.
You can only hope it’s Hoseok.
Yoongi blinks down at you, eyes closing tightly and then- he’s panicking. The pale haired man slams on the closed door of the elevator, trying to rip through the metal; a caged animal trying to escape its enclosure.
His fist pauses midair as the elevator comes to life and dings, the sound startling. 50… 49… 48… The light flickers along with the flashing red lights in the halls, a countdown to something happening. Horrible or not, someone- no, something, is coming to the floor to join in on the fun. The assault continues.
Panic starts to overtake you finally. There’s too many factors out of your control and no way to solve any of it. Footsteps mix into the dinging, into your rugged breathing, the slamming of skin on metal. You let out a shuttered gasp as shadows cast on the bloody floor.
There he stands. Not Hoseok, no.
Seokjin.
The angelic Nightmare walks closer, steady steps as he surveys the area. A wild Yoongi, a broken doctor, and cadavers galore. A low hum leaves his plush lips-
“This is how you repay her? I’m disappointed Yoongi.” Seokjin steps cautiously as he gets closer to you, but Yoongi ignores the other Nightmare. You watch, still on the floor, as Seokjin stops in front of where your crumpled body sits. He reaches out, you take it with a shaking hand.
“Hoseok…?” It spills from your lips, his name a comfort in a situation like this. Seokjin smiles ruefully but doesn’t comment on your appearance. The Nightmare pulls you into standing position, casting a long look at Yoongi.
“My Joonie has him occupied. It’s all I could do to keep him from tearing this one limb from limb. However-“ There’s another loud snarl from deeper in the floor, metal screeching. A fight of some kind. Seokjin boops your nose in his own way of odd comfort.
“Hoseok is very unhappy. He can only be held at bay for so long. We need to figure out a plan, Doctor. Fast.”
Please be understanding lmao. If my writing doesn’t reflect the level it was at year + ago when I was writing for Red Light consistently, it’s because I don’t write much nowadays.
I’m still heavily interested in my RL series though and want to try and finish it. Even if it takes years. I just need patience.
