Pairing(s): Hoseok x Reader, Jin x Reader
A/n: Real quick this talks about abusive relationships, don’t read if triggered easily. If you do read please understand I’m not here romancing these relationships, this story is a fanfic and should not be taken serious.
Stuck in my own head, deep in my own thoughts, that I can't even realize that he’s not real. Or so says my therapist, but I’ve never seen this man or experienced such feelings of being watched until I moved.
He’s real and he lives in my apartment. I’ve put him off for so long, at first he was just this constant, annoying buzz, like an angry fly, I could easily ignore him and push his presence off; because at that time I didn’t know.
I had no clue that he existed outside of my nightmares, until I started to awake with bruises on my neck. Hickeys, that’s what they’re called, but to me I don’t see it. The bruises look more like someone was strangling me, I can just barely make out where the fingers were.
Again, my therapist claims that these delusions are just in my head, and while I’m in one of them I could easily be hooking up with strangers. But something like that, I would know. I’d know what I was doing and where I was going.
“Schizophrenia is hard to understand, most certainly for someone of your age, it’s hard for anyone to understand really,” she’d start as we’d sit across from one another in her office, the heavy maroon desk the only thing blocking me from her. Most sessions I never look at her face, ashamed of my disorder, and instead focus on the colorful hot air balloon hanging behind her, with the cheesy quote of: Life’s a journey, chase it.
That was a measly three months ago, even when I took the prescription pills, which she said should help me cope, did absolutely nothing and he was still chilling in my home. Sometimes I’d come in after work and he’d be on the couch, his black hair styled neatly, his soft brown eyes watching me as I’d cross the room and head to my bedroom.
Occasionally he’d follow me.
Three months ago, God that feels like a lifetime from where I am now. He, Hobi, a demon, summoned by the previous tenant, stuck around in hopes that she’d return. Instead, I came into the picture, a new toy for the childish demon.
“Y/n,” he groaned lying on my couch, his eyes closed and an annoyed look plastered on his devilishly handsome face. “What?”
“The Tv’s out.” He grumbled sitting up and looking at me as I was typing up an essay. “The Tv needs some freetime too you know.” My words came out light and jokingly, only Hobi didn’t find it very amusing.
“I’m serious,” he growled as he stared me down, if I knew one thing an angry Hobi was a scary one.
“So am I, you’re always watching it and running up my bill. I barely have enough money to keep the lights on and to feed myself. It doesn’t help that you, a paranormal creature, keeps snacking on all my food and running up my bills. Seriously Hobi, aren't you like dead or something? You’re a demon not a human, you don't need to watch Tv or eat. You’re immortal.”
His frown deepened as his calm brown eyes became a bright shade or silver as he glared me down, fear nested deep in my gut, telling me that I screwed up. “Don’t you remember, you’re a meek mortal that I’m allowing to live, out of mercy. Keep trying me and I’ll drag you down to Hell by your hair.” He snarled and turned his attention back to the dead Tv.
The lights began to flicker, and I worried that the power company was about to shut off my power for being a week late with the payment. The ground shook as things began to rise from the ground and hover mid air, Hobi was raging.
“Hobi! Calm down, please!” I yelled the lightbulbs instantly shattered, glass flying everywhere. “Ah, ow... Fuck.” I cursed under my breath as I pulled a piece of glass out of my forearm, biting my lip not to cry out from how deep the glass flew in, and the pain of removing it, instead I focused on how badly I was hurting my lip.
“Y/n,” everything fell back into place, except the lights were still shattered and my arm was dribbling blood. The demons eyes softened as he took in the damage, his shoulders sagged a bit as he walked towards me, head down as he scowled. “
Taking a step back to avoid the ill tempered demon I came in contact with the counter. “St-Stay back...” I managed while whimpering in pain. He growled and ripped my hand away from the cut.
“Stop,” I whispered as he sniffed my blood, his cold tongue darted across the wound making me gasp. “Hobi, knock it off.” He chuckled as he stared into my face, eyes full of mischief and glee. Whatever he was planning I didn't like it.
Pinning my arm down he took his free hand and shoved his index finger into the cut, wiggling it around as I let out a scream in agony. “Stop trying to fight me,” he barked into my ear he released my arm, finger still wedged into my skin, his now free hand falling to my throat strangling me, my free hand fell onto the hand crushing my windpipe, my nails fell into his skin.
My eyes began to roll back, black spots fell into my vision, my hand fell loosely from his, my body became limp. “You left me, Ro. You left me and here’s what you get!” His grip tightened, my legs gave out, I started to slide down, only for his tight grip to lift me up off the floor by my neck. His cold silver eyes met mine, widening slightly at the sight before him. I wanted to scream and beg for mercy and remind him, I’m not Ro.
I fell to the ground in front of him, my hands flying to my throat as I tried to regain my breathing. The air burned as it filled my lungs, I looked up and onto his face, a mixture of emotions swam in his eyes, shaking his head he moved back to the couch and sat.
“Pay the bill...” He grumbled leaving me on my knees, blood still oozing out my arm as tears clouded my vision. I stood up shakily, supporting myself with the counter as I glared him down.
“I...I hate you! I hate you! I wish you’d leave me the fuck alone, I’m not Ro, I’m just Y/n! Whatever your business is with her you should take it up with her, not me!” I screeched, tears running down my cheeks. “I hope you rot in Hell,” I cursed and he chuckled.
“Oh sweetheart I already have, that’s where I reside. My forever home, but you dear, you’re what’s keeping me here. Grounded and safe from the eternal misery, I could just drag you right down to Hell. Wanna go?” He asked a glint of amusement in his eyes.
My lower lip trembled as I ran out of my apartment, down the halls to the stairs, taking two at a time, nearly falling but two strong arms captured me. “LET ME GO! LET ME!” I screeched, tears running down my cheeks as I fought against the demons grip.
“H-Hey calm down, I heard what happened, I came to check on you after the commotion.” He released me as I turned around to face the male. He was quite attractive, a friendly face. Warm, soft brown eyes, a blonde mullet,and a soft face that could put anyone at ease.
“Y-Yeah, um, sorry about that.” I whispered head bowed in embarrassment. “Holy Hell you’re bleeding, did he do this to you?” Asked the male causing me to look up and at my cut.
“He?” I questioned surprised that this male knew of the demon. “Yeah, your boyfriend. I know it’s none of my business really but I can hear you two fighting through the walls, him yelling at y- Your neck!” He exclaimed fingers ghosting over where Hobi’s hand had been.
“You don't have to remain in an abusive relationship, you can just leave him.” My eyes flitted to the ground as I shook my head in sorrow, “I really can’t. I have nowhere else to go, I spent all my money on that shithole of an apartment, plus all my belongings are in there.”
“I have a friend, his name’s Jin, and I’m sure he’d love to have such a nice, pretty young lady around. Sorry that came out as creepy, Jin helps those who have been in abusive relationships, he’ll give advice and a nice place to stay until you can get back on your feet. Here’s his card.” I took the piece of paper and read it.
“Thank you, but really I-”
He grabbed my hands and looked into my eyes, “It’ll get worse if you stay with him. No matter how many times he says he loves you, it’s not worth it, he’s not worth it. You’re beautiful and young, you can find someone way better than him.”
“I- Who are you?” I managed to ask and he smiled softly.
“Right I forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Taehyung, but everyone calls me Tae. Here I’ll escort you to Jin’s place.”
“Trust me going back there will solve nothing.” He grabbed my hand and started to lead me downstairs. “Y/n,” came Hobi’s voice causing me to jump slightly in Tae’s grip.
“Wait for me in the lobby,” he whispered and released me, giving me a gentle shove towards the stairs.
“Y/n, upstairs,” Commanded Hobi, anger evident in his voice. I blinked and looked between the two males, one a mere mortal the other a powerful demon. “Upstairs,” he gritted his eyes hard, a small whimper escaped my lips.
“Go wait in the lobby, if i’m not down in five minutes go to Jin’s.” Whispered Tae looking me over one last time, obviously I wasn't his first case. “I-I can’t....” I whimpered and Hobi smirked in pride.
“You can, just go to the lobby.” I shook my head and walked over towards Hobi, “I’m sorry Taehyung... Really I am.” I blinked back the tears and walked back towards my apartment, Hobi laughing as he put his hand on my shoulder leading me back.
Taehyung grabbed my hand and pulled me back, “I’m sorry but I can't let that happen.”
“Taehyung, just-” Before I could finish my sentence Hobi had Tae by the throat, his eyes a searing red. “This is my girl.” He growled, his grip tightening on Tae’s throat. His eyes pleading me, his mouth moving quickly shaping the word. RUN.
There I stood momentarily frozen, eyes wide, tears falling quick. “Hobi, let him go! I’ll go back and-and never leave. Just let Tae live.” He chuckled his grip loosening slightly, as Tae managed a breath in.
“You will, after I make sure that this menace is dead. I can't have him getting any ideas.” Before I could say or do anything, Tae had shoved a knife into Hobi’s stomach.
“Run!” He shouted and this time I did not hesitate, I sprinted down the stairs until I reached the lobby. Even as I got to the lobby I pushed open the glass doors and ran down the street, pushing past random pedestrians earning a few angry shouts in protest; but none of that mattered.
Once I was a block away from my apartment complex I looked down at the card Tae had given me. I knew where Jin’s apartment was, I passed it daily on my way to work. Catching my breath I took off in a sprint and ran to the building.
Fifteen minutes later I was out of breath and standing in a fancy lobby, glass chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, marble floors, and rich wooden walls. I felt so out of place here, carefully I padded to the front desk and looked at the annoyed receptionist.
“Yes, how may I help you?” He asked in a bored tone, obviously done with me. “I’m h-here to see K-Kim Seokjin...”
“No it’s important please!”
“Security!” Shouted the receptionist.
“No. no, Kim Taehyung sent me here. He gave me Seokjin’s business card. Please don't send me back out there. I’m begging you.” I wanted to scream and kick, anything to make the tired eyed receptionist understand my pain.
“Please...” I begged falling to my knees crying while two arms grabbed me, a finger fell into my cut, forcing a scream out of my lips. “Stop,” ordered the tired receptionist looking at me, the guard let go and looked at his hand and my wound.
“Stitches,” he muttered, the male behind the desk nodded, boredly, obviously not giving a single fuck. “Give me the card.” With shaking hands I did.
“Lead her upstairs and take her to Jin.” The guard nodded and grabbed my hand in his, my hand was so small compared to his. I was lead to an elevator and together we got in.
The guard pushed his thumb to the fifteenth floor and the doors closed slowly. “What’s your story?” He asked in a gentle tone, he looked so shy and nervous around me.
“Previous tenants ex-boyfriend showed up to my home...” I lied carefully and the guard nodded, sympathetic eyes landing onto me once more. “Your neck, he tried to strangle you to death.” I nodded my head slowly.
“But he stopped before I could die.”
“Doesn’t make it better.”
“How long has this been happening?”
“He’s been staying with me for three months. No issues really at first, today was the first time it ever really happened, the Tv went out, because I hadn’t been able to pay the the bill. We got into an argument and then he choked me.”
“And stabbed you.” Finished the guard.
“No, the lights shattered and a stray piece of glass flew into my arm and I pulled it out, then he shoved his finger into the wound.” I finished and the guard looked at me sadly.
“That dude sounds like a real ass, no wonder his girlfriend left him, I’m sorry you got stuck with him.”
“I am too, hopefully this Seokjin dude can help me.”
“He can, he’s good at his job.” Finished the guard as we reached the fifteenth floor, the two of us got out, his hand still in mine as we walked down the hall and to his apartment.
“Everything will be okay.” Spoke the guard giving me a quick hug before returning to the elevator. I softly knocked on the door. Waiting patiently for the man to answer.
After a minute I knocked harder and louder. After a second I heard footsteps and the door swung open. “Ahh you’re the girl Yoongi just informed me about. How was the elevator ride with Jungkook, he was nice right? Didn't hurt you did he? Oh your arm, worse your throat. Oh dear, sit, sit.” He said urgently taking my hand and leading me to one of the couches.
“Y-You’re Kim Seokjin, right?”
“In the flesh,” he said with a soft smile as he grabbed a first aid kit from the kitchen. “I’m going to disinfect your arm, then I’m going to stitch up the wound, depending if it’s as deep as it looks. Are you okay with that?” Nodding my head slowly Jin gave me an empathetic smile.
Wiping away the blood as gently as he could, he slowly grabbed a rag and the bottle of disinfectant. Resting the rag under the cut he poured the peroxide into the wound, a hiss of pain escaping my lips.
“I know this hurts but it’ll feel way better after it’s treated properly, while I work on you, tell me something about your abuser please.” So I did, just not the part that’s he’s a demon, or that my therapist and the psychologist all claimed that I have schizophrenia, which has been proven 100% incorrect.
“Do you know his real name?”
“No, he just told me it was Hobi.”
“And he never told you anything else about him?”
“No I’m sorry, I probably sound crazy. I should g-”
“You’re not leaving here Y/n. Everything is fine, if you leave and go back to him... It could get worse, you could be dead by tomorrow.”
“O-Okay, but where do I stay. I don’t want to mean you harm or anything.”
“You can rest here, I can show you to your room. You also mentioned Taehyung, I’m sure the accuser will be arrested thanks to Tae.”
“Taehyung’s a cop, off duty when this happened but a cop. He’s also my business partner.”
“He was strangling Taehyung before I left,” Hurrying off the couch and looking at Jin with wide eyes, “H-he could be dead because of me. I-I-”
“Calm down Y/n, Taehyung’s a smart man, he would’ve radio-ed in before coming to your rescue.” Even as he spoke those words it was evident that he too was having doubts.
“I’m so sorry, I-I, it’s my fault.” I mumbled sinking to my knees on the carpet and Jin watched my behavior in interest.
“You blame a lot on yourself, but this isn’t your fault. He’s still alive, I’m sure of it. Did you see what else happened?”
“See he’s still alive then, no human could survive that.” Jin’s smile was too much and I felt bad, Hobi wasn’t a human and I knew that, only Jin didn’t and I can't tell him that or else he’d see me as crazy. Taehyung was most likely dead.
“Come along Y/n, let’s go to your room. Relax and take a nice warm bath please.” He lead me down a narrow hallway and we came to a stop in front of a nice guest room. The space was much bigger than my own room, the bed was about the size of my kitchen.
“Th-This place is too much. I-I can't stay here, I’ll ruin-”
“Stop Y/n, it’s all okay. You’re okay. Don't stress over it.” His hand fell to my cheek as he gently stroked his thumb over a tear I didn't know I had cried. “Go and make yourself comfortable, you deserve it after what he put you through, and wash off your feet, don't need them getting infected.”
Looking down I noticed I was in only one sock, my feet were dirty and cut. “I-I...”
“Stop, it’s okay, here. Go rest beautiful.” I blushed and moved into the room as he went over to the closet trying to find something for me to wear out of all the female clothes inside. A moment of panic struck me, why did he have so many females clothes? Then I remembered he helps abused girls get back on their feet.
“This looks about your size,” he said handing me a black tee shirt and some sweats. “Thank you,” I whispered looking at the ground and he laughed.
“You don't have to be so shy around me, I’m here to help you, I’ll be in the kitchen shout if you need me. After you’re finished let me know what you’d like for dinner, I can order takeout or cook it, whichever you prefer.” He smiled brightly at me before leaving the room and closing the door behind him. I moved away from the bed and to the attached bathroom.
I pulled open the door and turned on the lights and gasped at my reflection. I looked terribly pale, bruises on my neck, blue veins popping up with my deep purple, dark circles. That wasn’t the only issue I saw in the mirror.
“What’s so good about him?” Asked Hobi and I shivered as his hands fell to my waist pulling me into him, my hands dropping the clothing, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“Don’t fret princess, I’m not here to hurt you.” He spun me around and pinned me to the bathroom wall, my reflection showed my wide eyes and fear painted face. “Pl-Please...” I whispered, his cold brown eyes watching my every movement.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered closing my eyes in fear of what he’d do. Releasing my arms he stepped back, peeking out at him I noticed him sitting on the sink, arms over his chest, ankles crossed.
“Do I scare her that much?” He pondered aloud looking me over. Noting the fear in my eyes he sighed, “I do.” He muttered carding his hand through his rich black hair.
“Am I...Harming you?” Obviously.
I nodded my head and his eyes landed on the gauze on my arm. “I caused that,” he acknowledged, sadness in his tone. He moved towards me and gently grabbed my chin forcing it up into the air, as his cold fingers trailed down my neck and to where his hand once laid. Taking in a few shaky breaths, afraid he’d kill me for real this time, instead he retracted his hand and looked into my scared eyes.
“I never really met a human before, besides Ro, but that bitch chickened out and ran away. Afraid of me, you stayed and put up with my antics until today.” He whispered his fingers ghosting over my clavicle, my breath hitching in my throat.
“You don’t have to fear me any more Y/n,” he muttered brushing a kiss to my neck making me gasp as I pushed him away. “You’ve never feared me until today, I fucked up.” He mumbled, his lips now against the shell of my ear.
“But you no longer need to worry or fear me, I’m about to give you power over me.” I looked at him in confusion as he moved back to cup my face in his hands. “A demon's name gives you power over them, mine is Hoseok. Anything you say to me, a command or plea, anything, I have to abide with it. Kick me out of your life, make everything better.”
He sat back on the counter looking me dead in the eye.
“Okay... Hoseok why’d you stay, why didn't you leave when Ro fled.”
“Why didn't you leave when I moved in, Hoseok?”
“Interest, feelings. You were so innocent and soft, naive to the bad of the world. Something I was jealous of, but I got attached. I wanted to be human so bad, you don’t know this part, and you’re gonna call me creepy. Sometimes instead of chilling on the couch watching late night shows, and you were asleep in bed, I’d just lie with you close my eyes and act like I was normal. Act like a human, feelings, dreams, all that. And that I had a girlfriend,” his cheeks flushed.
“I learnt anger today, but I used it wrongly. Nearly killing you wasn't an intention, nor was scaring you. Harming you was an accident. I’m sorry. I just want to be human, to feel. Obviously I’m still learning and trying to apply human emotions to my life, and I failed.”
I bit my lower lip and stared him down, arms crossed an angry look on my face. “Just because you apologize doesn’t make what you did any better. How do I know you won't hurt me more.” Even as I said those words I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. He wants to be human, but he’s a demon by nature, and demons are cold, hard, vicious monsters. What if he’d never change and would continue to hurt me?
“Hoseok, if you stayed would you...hurt me?”
“No, unless you’d tell me to.”
“Well I wouldn't, why the fuck would I do that?”
“Some people like it rough,” he said with a laugh making me shake my head. “Oh God why?” I said with a snicker, he smiled softy at me, eyes warm and full of life.
“Hoseok, promise me you’ll never hurt me.”
“I swear I won’t hurt you, if I do I’ll forcefully take myself down to Hell, and chain myself in the eternal flames. I swear it.” His eyes darkened with his words as looked down at me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
“Ow Hobi you’re hurting me,” I whispered and he pulled back. “well fuck, I gotta go chain myself in Hell now.”
“No, I said if I hurt you that’s where I’d be.”
“Ugh, you ‘re so stubborn sometimes. Hoseok, stay with me please? Just don’t hurt me on purpose or out of rage.”
“That I can do.” he said smiling as he rested his forehead on mine. “Usually in late night movies this is where two characters have sex... So?”
“We are not fucking Hobi.”
“Okay can I kiss you then?”
“Go for it.” Without a moment’s worth of hesitation he grabbed my chin and dipped his head down for our lips to meet. He was a soft kisser, surprising due to his hot, rough exterior. His hands slid down to my lower back, then to my ass, squeezing strongly.
“Jump,” he muttered against my lips and I did as told, wrapping my legs around his well toned body. He started to walk out of the bathroom, lips still on mine. He moved one arm away from my backside, pushing open the window.
“Hobi w-what are you doing?” I questioned and his dark eyes glimmered in mischief and lust. “Going home,” He muttered against my neck, softly biting the flesh.
“That could kill us.” He chuckled against my neck using his free hands to brush my hair out of his way. “You seem to forget, I’m a demon. You’ll live, wouldn't let anything happen to you.” His eyes locked with mine and a smirk plastered on his face as he looked at my face. quickly he jumped, a scream escaped my lips, quickly capturing mine with his again.
Clenching my eyes in fear I landed on a squeaky, but comfortable bed, his hand holding my head up while I was lying down. I opened my eyes and noticed I was back in my room. His lips still on mine, he pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You look tired,” he stated as he buried his head in between my neck and shoulder.
“Hobi what are you doing?”
“You need to sleep and I’m just gonna rest here with you, taking in your scent.” His lips tickled my skin as he spoke causing me to giggle softly while I rubbed the back of his head.
“Ugh, you’re heavy,” I whined playfully and he softly bit my neck.
“Thought we were listing facts here.”
“Funny,” I muttered raking my fingers through his soft, rich locks. “I’m a serious demon. I tell no lies, especially to you.”
“Dork,” I mumbled closing my eyes to sleep. “But I’m your dork.”
“Yeah, I didn’t kill him, I saw your fear there and how serious you both were. Hurting you like that scared me.”
“Why are you thanking him? I spared him...”
“Thanks Hoseok for not killing a cop who was trying to protect me.”
“You’re welcome,” I rolled my eyes, it was obvious he didn’t know what sarcasm was.
“Hoseok what the fuck? You just told me to get some rest, rest does not involve sex.”
“Can I fuck you after you rest?”
“Maybe, depends if you’re nice to me. Relationships don't revolve around sex, you know.”
“I know but come on, it’s been three months.”
“Three months of me annoying you.”
“Fine you win. Sweet dreams beautiful,” he mumbled into my neck.
I awoke from my nightmare, in a cold sweat looking around me. I was alone on my side of the bed, Jin peering out the window as the mornings sunlight peeked in. That stupid nightmare of Hobi hurting me always managed to sneak up on me, even though I knew I was long gone, protected after the day I told him, “Hoseok go to Hell.”
He was shocked that I had managed to see through the hazy dream like state he put me in, trying to make me stay with him. When I said those words his eyes softened and he looked down at his toes.
“If that’s what you want Y/n. Goodbye, but I hope you know everything you saw and heard from me was the truth. I wanna be human for you, but right now I’m a demon and I’ll do as you wish and leave.” He had bowed his head
Maybe his words were true, but I’d never know, after all I wasn't gonna stick around, I was afraid. He never snapped like that before and in the heat of the moment I made my decision, Jin was so much nicer anyways.
Staying with Jin had became something else besides a place to stay, slowly after a month of living with him, and the feeling had grown, we slowly began to express how we felt towards one another. I no longer lived with him as someone escaping a demon, but as his girlfriend.
So, because of that I can really only thank both Hoseok and Taehyung. Speaking of Tae, Hoseok had been telling the truth when he said he spared him. Every few days Tae would show up and greet both me and Jin, more so me with hugs, and Jin with casual handshakes and news on how some of the other girl’s that they’ve helped or need to help.
Everything ended up well in the end. But deep in my gut I still felt sorry for Hoseok. But seeing Jin smile at me, or just hold my hand, made everything better and squashed the sorry thoughts I felt for the demon. As did Tae’s presence, Taehyung could’ve died that day, but Hoseok had spared him for me. Even so, I still feel both sorry and angry with him, but because of him, I’m happy, I ended up with a top notch, caring boyfriend and an amazing, goofy best friend.
