otherworldly ~ coraline!au
PAIRING ~ jimin x reader
GENRE ~ horror/thriller, smut
WORD COUNT ~ 11k
SUMMARY ~ when you discover a tiny door in your home that leads to a much better version of your own life, it seems too good to be true. little do you know, the man posing as your boyfriend may be a lot more dangerous than you care to admit. and he is not intent on letting you leave.
WARNINGS ~ profanity, supernatural themes, obsessive behavior, imprisonment, depiction of an unhealthy relationship, masturbation, explicit smut (dom!jimin, sensory deprivation, bondage, soft degradation, cunnilingus, edging, unprotected sex)
A/N ~ part 1 of 2. based off of my favorite movie and novel: Coraline. thank you to everyone who’s shown their support for this monster of a fic! i hope i did this well-loved movie justice!
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prologue
For the first time in ages, sunlight trickles down through the tree’s naked branches, warming the woman’s skin to the point where her heavy jacket isn’t necessary. She considers it a cruel coincidence. Why should the rest of the world be so happy and bright when she’s spent the last few months suffering?
Her brother’s been missing for weeks, the sun shouldn’t be shining.
Even though the weather is nice, mud still sloshes under her boots as she walks, pale fingers clutching at the object in her hands like it will wriggle away and escape if she loosens her grip.
She reaches the crest of the hill, coming to stop at the ring of mushrooms that surrounds the opening of the well. She vows to board it up later so that, hopefully, people will forget it’s there.
The woman looks down at the object in her hands: a doll with button eyes. It resembles a boy with brown hair, longer at the nape of his neck so that it’s almost a mullet. He’s wearing a red beret, trench coat, and small circular glasses; he looks like an artist.
She recognizes the style, she recognizes him.
Gritting her teeth, the woman steps up to stand at the edge of the well, open and gaping like a hungry, waiting mouth.
She remembers the day this infernal doll appeared in their house, she remembers how excited her brother had been. He’d carried it around with him everywhere, going on and on about how it looked just like him.
He disappeared a few days later.
A few tears prick the woman’s eyes.
No, he didn’t disappear. He was taken.
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