genre: horror, comedy, supernatural! au, romance
pairing: beetlejuice! bambam x human! gender-neutral! reader
word count: 1.8k
[warnings]: mentions of insects, snakes, ghosts/spirits, magic, one curse
summary: It’s going to take the worst of the worst to rid your home of some unwanted house guests, but allowing in a professional that’s more gags than ghoul - and becoming charmed by him - definitely wasn’t on your agenda.
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You spent nights lying wide awake too scared to even close one eye. The crashes and cackles all around frightened you to your bones, shivering beneath the covers. Things would shatter, your belongings tossed about carelessly, sounds you would only hear in horror movies echoing through the building. The spirits terrorizing your home even went as far as tampering with you, pulling on your ankles and yanking at your hair. The moment sharp nails met your skin, you called out for mercy.
It was only when a flyer was anonymously placed on your car’s windshield that help would truly arrive. The pamphlet printed with a backwards name on it slowly opening in your hands to reveal part of the truth behind the supernatural. Decorated with minimalistic details, a simple description read inside.
“Drain a little more clogged than usual by hair that’s not yours? Sounds you have never heard before coming from your basement shaking you awake at night? Is your home full of pesky ghosts you want gone? With a trio-ed call of the name you can’t read, all of your worst nightmares will disappear.”
The flyer held a picture of a man inside, his matted hair the color of moss and face as flawless as it was disturbing. The professional-looking flyer sat on your kitchen counter, soon becoming an extra weapon used against you when it went flying at your head. Turning to meet empty air, you rubbed at your temple full of frustration. With the pamphlet cover side up, your eyes gazed over the title once again, the name now recognizable. It was read by your conscience, but not said out loud.
Lips moving to form the first syllable of the name, your feet were swept out from under you, your body jolted against the open kitchen wall. Detained against the smooth drywall at your back, your eyes shut from fear, long fingers holding at your arms. This was your final straw.
“BamBam. BamBam. BamBam.”
A crack of thunder sounded from outside, the entire house falling dark and silent as the spirit released you from its hold. Vanishing from your senses, the oxygen refilled your lungs with a deep breath, the scent of death suddenly filling your nose as you slid back to the ground.
Thudding signaled from your fridge, the appliance shaking rapidly before the door swung open. A thick cloud of smoke filled the room, your eyes burned as the scent grew stronger. A man emerged from the small space, stretching out his arms with a deep inhale and peered around the room. Tethered clothing on his body, he looked fresh out of a grave, dark eyes finding your own in the gloomy kitchen.
“I haven’t heard my name called in so long. I almost forgot it’s my own!” he chimed, teeth white but covered with a layer of bugs. Sticking his index finger with his mouth, he hummed at your shocked expression, flicking out the insects as they fell onto the floor and scampered away. “Sorry about that. You might need an exterminator of pests next. But for now, you’ve got me!”
He cheered alone, tossing his hands into the air and flailing them around in celebration. His hands clamped down on your arms, pulling you into a tight hug. You stood idle as he reared back, a confused expression on his face.
“Can’t expect everyone to react the same.” He said to himself, nodding before he let you go and pushed back from you.
Turning his body, he bent down into the fridge, rummaging around as he pulled out strange drinks you didn’t have stocked along with a number of other items you would never keep in a refrigerator. A loud squeaky toy for a dog was tossed by your head, his hand finding something that made him jump as a snake slithered past your feet and disappeared within an open cabinet. In a matter of seconds, he was lifting out a large bag. Placing it beside the fridge, he slammed the door shut, mumbling to himself about what was inside of the large carrier.
“Rope? No, not rope. Maybe some sage? Oh, I can’t touch that. How about uh-“ he stuttered, looking up at your silent form wearing an unreadable expression. “Oh, you look scared.”
He stood from the bag, dropping the old rope within his palm and letting it coil back into the carrier. With a light laugh, he stuck out his hand to take yours, shaking your entire body with his greeting. “I’m BamBam: professional ghoul ridder-er-er. Yeah.” The man was quite awkward, his stance loose with his knees bent as he nodded to himself again and carried on with the bag at his feet.
“I take it you’ve been dealing with these ghosts long enough to know one when you see one, right?” His smile was almost charming, skinny legs standing his body up straight again. Awaiting your answer, his arms moved around his back, hands clasping together as he rocked on his toes.
“Y-Yes.” You finally stuttered out, finding your voice in the mix of the chaos.
“You do speak!” He nearly yodeled, bouncing in his shoes. Wearing a wide grin, he tugged out a long plank of wood from the mysterious bag. Pulling it up into the air inch by inch, it almost hit your ceiling before he tilted it horizontally and angled it out.
“What’s that for?” you asked lightly, watching his face light up.
“This? Oh, this is just for me to make the ceiling sturdier when I go to scare off the ghosts. And for this.” He spun on his heels, the long piece of wood whacking into an unseen person as they cried out, clamoring on the floor. “Got one!”
A shadow figure came into view, their hand raised to their head caressing the spot BamBam hit against without warning. The green-haired man cackled similar to how the spirits do at night, tilting the wood before he rammed it into the spirits head again, knocking them out cold on the floor.
“Silly bastards don’t know who’s coming for them!” he grinned at you, leaning back to meet your full gaze with a wicked look on his face. “A-ha! You made the right call here, darling.”
You wanted to redact saying his name three times, the cryptic yet entertaining man more than you requested. He leaped around your home looking at the ceiling before he said something you couldn’t make out. Turning the plank back vertical he slid it between your flooring and the beam through the middle of your ceiling. He applauded himself at the work, your concerned expression halting him in his tracks.
“Now - you see, things are about to get a little messy. And while I’m responsible, I’m not taking any lawsuits.” His voice turned slightly serious, his hand pressing against your back as he guided you under the beam and next to the sturdy plank. “Therefore-” He grinned widely at his own voice, watching your eyes glisten with curiosity. “I won’t be held liable for this.”
The kick of the board brought the ceiling to nearly collapse, holes breaking through the wooden beams sending insulation down with more of the dark shadow figures. Almost on cue, BamBam’s arms rose into the air, his tongue slithering from between his lips like a snake as his foot slammed against the floor. Boards breaking under your eyes, the ground seemed to open up in spots similar to the holes within the ceiling, each shadow figure looking at one another before they plummeted down into the deep abyss. BamBam’s hands balled into fists, swaying the clenched palms like he was conducting a symphony. The holes in the floor broke with fire, sealing with pitiful cries of those that had fallen until the home was laced with only silence and the thick panting of the ghost investigator to your side.
“Only room for one ghost here! Not so bad, you see?” He smiled. “How do you prefer payments? Once a year until you're dead, or a quick pull of your heart out now?” Question eerie, the man read your face as worried, laughing with his tongue protruding out - but now normal - as he choked on his own cackle and shook his head. “Jokes! They’re just jokes. For you, maybe a sweet peck on the cheek as a deposit?”
You rocked on your heels, staring at the man with bulged eyes in wonder and fear mixed together. His head jutted from his neck, cheek wide and clean as he awaited his kiss. You were between being in debt to the ghost for the rest of your life, or just a quick kiss? What could truly be worse?
Your lips perked, pressing the smooth skin to his roughly textured face. The breath from his chest released, his body rising into the air as a content and loving look loomed over his face. The expression bright and humane, small hearts floated around his head before popping one by one. Your heart sputtered at the bizarre man, internally questioning how someone so different could be so charming at the same time. His feet lowered back to the ground, a look of sadness behind his irises as he blinked down at your cold hands.
“Well, I suppose I’m off then. Don’t you worry about those pesky spirits any more. And I’m always three words away!” he grinned, laughing at himself for his reference. The last of his pearled smiles taking your view, he backed towards the closed fridge, slowly taking his leave.
Opening the door of your refrigerator, the steam from within released into the room, the temperature hot compared to the cold smoke that would naturally depart from the appliance. BamBam’s smile saddened, your voice caught his ears just as he bent down to retreat back from where he came from, a new look of elation in his eyes from your soft voice.
“Maybe come back again, but sooner?” you asked, his cheeks becoming rosy from the light tone in your voice. “You seem to always be alone-” Mention of his caprice seity intrigued you, watching the corner of his lips rise into a gentle smile at your attentiveness. “-but maybe I can be some sort of company every once in a while?”
His eyes were bright compared to his scary aura, the color of his skin grew flush at your words. He seemed more excited about speaking to you than he did taking care of your ghosts, the tame grip of his hands around the handle of the fridge releasing as he bent down again to step inside. His voice called back to you, muffled by the strange void as he finally left you. “I’d quite like that! If you enjoy another little haunting from time to time!”
DANAHISWHAT Idrk but GOT7 Jaebum with some horror 😍
Original Update: October 21, 2017
Bias: Jaebum from GOT7
Genre: Horror
Words: 570
The whispers of the night follow you around the room.
It’s been days since you first heard them. Voices around you that you realized were only inside your head. No one else could hear them but you. You’re not quite sure what they are, but they never leave you alone.
Always whispering in your ear, always following your every step, always nudging you to do things. Terrible, despicable things, only for the promise they will leave you alone if you comply with their demands.
You hate to do what they ask you. But you have no choice. Or else what they ask of you, could happen to you.
So now you find yourself in your room, as your boyfriend fidgets maniacally in the chair you’ve put him. Tight ropes are around him, blocking him from breaking free.
Jaebum turns to you with an evil smirk on his face as he watches the boy tearing up in fear. Then he’s right behind you, like a ghost, his breath fanning all over your neck.
“Come on, Y/N… You know you want to…” he whispers seductively, as his hand caresses your upper arm.
Your boyfriend tries to plead with you, but the demon silences him with a flick of his wrist and an ominous glare.
“I’m not sure about him…” you say shakily, looking at the boy in the chair, somewhere between being indifferent and regretful. Your boyfriend looks absolutely terrified, tears freely rolling down his cheeks as he watches the two of you staring at him like he’s prey.
Jaebum chuckles darkly as he appears in front of you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Think of how many times he let you down. Think of all those girls you found in his bed, repeatedly. Think of the thrill you’ll grasp the moment you’ll feel his blood. You will be free.”
“Free…” you repeat in a daze, losing your connection with reality little by little.
Your boyfriend cries even harder now, trying to speak, to beg but no voice comes out of his mouth.
Jaebum smiles wickedly. “Free…” he agrees with you and the shadows in your room grow.
The lights flicker as you take a step closer, dagger held tight in your hands. The shadows continue to emerge from every corner of the room, drowning it in black. They hide anything that might be a distraction from what you’re about to do.
Now, as you stand in front of the pathetic little man, the room is swallowed by darkness. The only thing that’s visible is Jaebum. Standing in the corner, his expression something out of nightmares as he admires his work in action.
You gaze indifferently at the man in front you that trembles in fear until the thought that led you here repeats in your mind.
“I’m gonna be free…” you murmur.
And then the knife in your hand plunges deeply into his chest.
He lets out a cry of agony that still isn’t heard and blood soaks his t-shirt. Liquid and warm as it drips to the floor.
Jaebum moves forward. He approaches you and he turns you around to face him.
His face is serious but when he sees that mad smile on your lips, he smiles back.
Credit to @gotour7 (Writing removed and resized)
Warnings: I do not condone nor encourage the types of acts played out in this work. This is a work of fiction. Please keep that in mind. This will contain mentions of blood, details on tortures performed, and bodily harm. Please read at your own risk.
Part 3
Word Count: 3.3K
Goosebumps spread across my skin. An uncomfortable shiver is what pulls me out of the deep sleep I had been in only moments before. For the briefest of moments I’m disoriented and can’t remember where I am, but then I register the warm hand still holding mine and a bittersweet smile crosses my lips as I reluctantly pull my hand away. Sitting up, the threat I had felt just before waking has my eyes flicking to the front of my cell.
A gasp escapes my lips before I can catch it and I scuttle backwards on my hands and feet until my back hits the cool wall. My chain rattles as it bounces along the ground. The man was there, his silhouette seeming to sway the slightest bit as the flame of a new candle danced behind him. The light was brighter. Perhaps he had placed more candles as I could see clearer. His stare must have been what woke me. Those dark orbs latch angrily on me and I can’t keep from trembling.
It was time.
The time to put our plan into action had come. He was here for me and the thought had dread settling into my stomach and the urge to vomit was almost too much to contain.
“What do we have here?” he finally speaks. BamBam stirs at the sound of our captor’s deep and raspy voice. I hear the links of his chain clink as he sits up. “Getting a little too cozy are we?” he taunts. Neither of us respond, unsure if his question was rhetorical. “Playing mute?”
He furiously grabs at his keys, unlocking my door roughly. The door rattles as he steps in. I immediately stand, my back scraping against the concrete wall, but I ignore the dull ache. This was my chance and I could not fuck it up.
As he approaches me, I use his momentum to push him against the bars towards BamBam. The man grunts, surprised at my attack. I begin to kick and punch at him, but my assault seems to not be affecting him whatsoever. I scream as I claw at him, hoping to buy BamBam some time.
Feeling my energy drain, I’m relieved when Bam Bam shouts, “Y/N, don’t!”
I pretend to stumble and my captor takes advantage of my mistake. Swiftly, his hand grasps onto my hair, yanking down forcefully. As my scalp stings, I let out a yelp.
“Please,” I beg. “Don’t hurt me.”
He throws his head back, a maniacal laugh filling the room.
“Don’t hurt you?” he jeers. “Oh, you are a peach! Now that you’ve gotten that little exercise out of your system, how about you tell me what you were doing with him? Do I truly have to set rules here?” he queried as his hand snakes over the nape of my neck, squeezing the base of my skull. Bringing his face to mine, he bellows, “Only I can touch you!! Do you understand?!”
“Yes! Yes!” I whimper, hating the submissive tone in my voice.
“Good girl,” he coos as he pets my head with his free hand. “As for you,” he says turning his deadly gaze on BamBam, “I will deal with you later. Teach you not to touch my property.”
BamBam stands his ground, his jaw muscle clenching tightly as he glares at the man. The evil man is unfazed by the look and pulls out a zip tie from his pocket. Releasing my hair, he forces my hands together and quickly ties the plastic around my wrists. Satisfied that I can’t get free, he unlocks my shackle and shoves me towards the opening. I risk a glance at BamBam as I walk past his cage, but he’s too far back in the shadows for me to see his face.
Once past his cage we turn left down a narrow short hallway. Promptly making a right, I freeze as I take in the new room I was in. This was the torture room BamBam had talked about. It wasn’t too far away. That’s why I could hear Gloria’s screams so clearly. To my right was a chair against the wall caked in blood. To the left was a table with various instruments and tools on it. A stainless steel table lay against the wall beside it. It looked like the tables the morticians use in the hospital. As he pushes me closer towards the metal table, I spot deep double sinks built into an enclave on the same side as the chair. A circular brass grate covered a drain about six inches in diameter in the middle of the floor.
Guess that helps make for an easy clean up, I think to myself as my stomach churns.
“Get up on the table,” he orders as he pulls out a step using his foot.
“No. Please. Please don’t do this,” I moan as it starts to become all too real.
BamBam had gotten the knife, I was sure of it as he had used our code phrase, but how long would it take him to get free? How much torture would I have to endure before he could rescue me? Not knowing had my mind flying into a frenzy. I can’t do this. I don’t know how to be brave.
Taking too long to execute his command, I gasp when I feel his arms grab me under my knees and behind my back, lifting me bridle style. Tossing me onto my back, my breath is knocked out of me when my back connects with the unforgiving metal.
“Looks like you like to play hard to get,” he grunts, a cynical grin on his face.
He is rough as he yanks my leg to the edge of the table and straps a thick leather belt around it. Even with my squirming, he manages to get my other leg tied down. Soon he’s reaching into his back pocket for his knife and I panic.
“Must have left it in my other pants,” he mumbles as he heads to the table with the tools.
Grabbing a scalpel, he returns to cut the zip tie. Tossing the white plastic to the ground, he rapidly secures my wrists to the table. Tears stream from my eyes, pooling in my hair at my temples.
“Thank you for your cooperation and your assistance in my medical experiment,” he smiles down at me
“Fuck you!” I whisper vehemently.
“There will be time for that later,” he snickers as he runs the cool flat side of the steel blade down the side of my cheek.
I stiffen, trying to remain as still as possible. What was he going to do? What kind of experiment was he trying to conduct? I’m not sure I really want to know. I just want to get out of here.
Returning the scalpel to the smaller table, he rolls a monitor over that I hadn’t noticed before. There are many wires hanging from it. I watch wide-eyed as he plugs it in, the machine promptly coming to life. Wheeling it closer to me, he proceeds to apply circular stickers to my temples. I breathe heavily, completely petrified as every possible horrific scenario begins to flash through my mind. He takes a pair of scissors from a small basket attached to the monitor. There were other items in it; pens, pencils, and a few highlighters. He cuts my top down to the middle of my chest and I whimper as goosebumps spread across my body. Finding my sports bra underneath, he uses the tool to cut the material away, discarding the ruined garment into a bin beneath the examination table. I swallow hard, trying to keep myself calm as my breasts are exposed to him.
“Very nice,” he murmurs as he licks his lips. I shiver in disgust and fear as his hands reach in to give each globe a squeeze. “Very, very nice.”
I turn my face away, as I quietly sob. This was worse than any nightmare I’d ever had. Was there really a chance of surviving this? BamBam, where are you?
He added a sticker to the top of my left breast as well as beneath it and one to the side, almost under my arm. The man continued to add the circular stickers to my body, cutting off any material in his way. Once he completed sticking on the white circles, he grabbed a few wires and clipped them on to the metal pieces that protruded from the top of each white pad. Clicking a few buttons, we soon heard my rapidly beating heart filling the silence of the room.
“I think I should make some introductions. It is only fair,” he sneers down at me. “I am Dr. Clark and today you will be helping me document how the human body reacts in extreme situations.”
I shake my head.
“I-I don’t want to,” I stammer. “I don’t want to be a part of this. Please let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell anyone where or who you are. Please.”
My begging falls on deaf ears as he just continues to smile down at me. Dr. Clark slides his hand down my ribs, towards my hips and my breath quickens, the fear of what was to come making my trembling more severe. My heart rate hastens even more and registers on the machine while I shake my head back and forth as if that would remove his hand from my body.
“No, no, no, no,” I chant, feeling bile rising in my throat.
His hand cups my sex and I lose it. I fight against the restraints, screaming.
“Don’t you dare! Don’t you dare!”
My throat burns as the phrase shoots from my mouth repeatedly over his maniacal laugh. This couldn’t be happening! This just couldn’t be real! Any moment now I will wake up and this will have been a horrible, horrible nightmare.
“You are so warm there,” he sighs. “I can’t wait to see exactly just how warm later.”
He removes his hand and my teeth begin to chatter from how hard I’m shaking.
“I’m going to take a blood sample now, so you better do what you can to stop moving or it will be more painful than it should be.”
I concentrate on breathing in and out as he preps a needle and pulls out a few vials from a tray beneath the monitor. I can hear my heartbeat slowing down a little, but it is still beating tremendously fast. I wasn’t afraid of needles, not when they were drawing blood anyway. I manage to minimize my trembling and soon he’s taken three vials of blood. He heads to the area of the sink and transfers some of my blood into other vials that already contained liquids of various colors.
“I’m just checking to see how your blood interacts with these various concoctions I have created myself. Depending how well they mingle, I will be injecting those formulas into you,” he informs me as he makes his way to the table which held an assortment of tools. He picks two, something that looks like a small hammer and the scalpel, and then he’s right back by my side. “Let’s check your reflexes first.” He gives one knee a light tap and then the other, both jumping to his satisfaction. “Now your pain tolerance.”
“No, Dr. Clark, please no,” I grovel, begging for him not to hurt me.
Without another word, he brings the small hammer down onto the back of my hand and I let out a shrieking scream as pain bursts forth from the impact. I’m unsure if the crack I heard was the sound of my bones breaking or if I imagined it, but the pain was almost too much. I look down wildly at the blood trickling down my hand, the tool having broken the skin.
“Wow, Y/N,” his head darts from the machine to my face, his chest heaving breathlessly. I swallow down the vomit threatening to come up as I spot his erection poking against his pants. He was getting off on this! He was fucking enjoying hurting me! “You handled that very well. You are doing amazing. Much better than my other subjects. Now, let’s see how you react to me cutting your skin.”
His eyes glitter in anticipating as he brings the scalpel towards my abdomen. He lifts my shirt a bit and the beeping on the monitor speeds up as my heart races at an unnatural rate. I feel dizzy as he brings the tip of the cold metal against my skin. I suck in my stomach, trying all I can to avoid the vile instrument from touching me, but it proves futile. At first I only feel a stinging sensation as the blade slices easily across my flesh, but soon the stinging begins to burn and again I grit my teeth, trying with all my might not to give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream.
“Just a few more incisions,” he whispers in concentration as he hovers over me, now heading towards my thighs. “I’ll then inject the sites and document your reaction.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, gritting my teeth in anticipation of the pain to come. Through my screaming mind I suddenly hear a grunt and then a heavy weight falls across my thighs. My eyes fly open and I begin to cry in grateful hysterics. BamBam stood beside me, chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths. His nostrils were flared and the bloody blade of the pocket knife was gripped tightly in his hand.
In the bright light of the torture room, I could finally see him clearly. The once flawless and sun kissed skin of his face was streaked with dirt and crusted blood. A wound slashed horizontally across his left cheek was already clotted. There were random bruises of multiple colors on the right side of his face. His hair had grown some and though it was still silver, dark roots were showing in the matted locks. A shirt that may have been maroon once upon a time was a tattered and grimy mess that draped over his upper body. Through the openings in the material, I could make out additional bruising and cuts. BamBam’s pants were in no better shape while his feet were bare. My chin trembles as I try to control my emotions.
“Please,” I sob. “Get him off me. Help me up.”
BamBam swiftly shoves Dr. Clark down to the ground. He makes quick work of undoing the belt straps that had held me down. Ignoring the burning feeling on my abdomen and the incessant throbbing pain in my hand, I jump off the table and thrust myself into BamBam’s arms. He’d come to save me just as he said he would. He didn’t leave me behind. I am so grateful to him, but all I can do is cry as he hugs me tightly, his hand stroking my hair soothingly as he tries to console me.
Breaking into my sobs, BamBam is firm when he instructs, “Ok, Y/N. I need you to pull yourself together. We’re still not safe.”
He was right. Our plan had worked, but the nightmare was yet to be over. We had to find a way out. I nod at him as I sniffle and wipe my tears away with my right hand.
Taking a few breaths, my voice still holds a slight tremor as I ask, “Where do we go now?”
“First, here,” he offers as he takes his shirt off. “Let’s get this on you.”
“No no,” I protest. “It’s cold out there and you’ll need it.”
“I’ll be ok,” he smiles briefly. “You’re, ya know, exposing yourself,” he comments, looking to the side.
My gaze flies down to my chest and sure enough, one of my breasts was completely showing, the material of my top having folded over and to the side. My hands shoot up to latch the two sides together, my face burning with embarrassment.
“Ah, God,” I gulp in shame.
“Don’t worry about it,” he assures me. “Come, put this on.”
“Thanks,” I murmur.
He holds out his shirt to me and this time I take it without objection. I slip into it quickly, my eyes unable to keep from looking down at his torso. Picturing what he’d looked like before and comparing it to what stood before me, I have to swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. He’s lost so much weight. He isn’t as thin as Brad, but I can tell he’s lost a lot of muscle mass from lack of exercise. With the diet of soup and bread only once a day, his waist had shrunk, his pants low on his hips.
“Come on,” he urges, grasping my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
I nod, swallowing down the lump in my throat and blinking away the tears. If we made it, there would be plenty of time to cry then.
As he tugs on my hand, I resist asking, “Wait. What about Gloria?”
BamBam shakes his head solemnly at me and I have to clamp on my bottom lip to hold back a scream of frustration and hatred for the man that lie not too far from us. BamBam pulls at my hand again and we start searching the room.
“There has to be a way out from here,” he wonders aloud. “He always comes from this way when he comes for us…”
Releasing my hand, we slide our palms along the walls. It’s a few minutes before I hear BamBam exclaim excitedly. Turning around I see part of the wall slide away opening to a cold thin passage that was dark. I rush over and we step in, finding another door, this one with a knob, immediately in front of us. It’s not locked and he opens it, bringing us to another part of the basement. We squeeze past the boiler into a large space cluttered with knickknacks, furniture, more tools and various items covered in layers of dust.
BamBam clasps my hand again, and I keep close behind him as he takes cautious steps further into the basement. It’s dim inside the room, the only light come in from the partially opened door that led to the torture room. The deeper we go into the basement, the darker it becomes. BamBam’s free hand is out in front of him, feeling along, but never releasing the pocket knife.
His palm connects with a wall and he follows along it to the left. After taking a few steps his hand is back in the air, the wall having ended.
“I’m scared,” I whisper quietly from behind him.
“I know, but we have to keep going,” he beseeches. “There has to be a way out. We can’t give up.”
I squeeze his hand as a response and a moment later I hear him curse as something slithers across our faces. I grab at it, instinctively tugging and ready to toss it aside, but the moment I pull on it, the room floods in an amber light that has us both shielding our eyes and blinking rapidly.
“Oh, thank God!” I exhale harshly in relief.
“Stairs!” BamBam calls out after his vision becomes accustomed to the illumination.
We scramble up the stairs in a rush, BamBam reaching the top first. He pushes the door open swiftly and then halts in place as he is greeted with the snarling jaws of a large Rottweiler. My heart falls to the pit of my stomach, petrified to see such a ferocious looking beast standing sentinel at our only way out. Before I can really digest our unfortunate luck, I let out a shrill scream as a hand grasps vice-like around my ankle and forcefully drags me roughly down the stairs. BamBam turns, his eyes wide as saucers while I reach out desperately, my nails breaking, fingertips bleeding as they try to grip onto the wall and wooden steps. My attempts prove futile as I feel my chin hit the concrete floor.
You couldn’t even bear to look up at him- the man who ruthlessly killed his own friend, as he hovered over you.
That twisted laughter of his filled the room as your obvious pain excited him in a way nothing else ever had, “Yah..” He snickered, lightly kicking your lower back as he crouched down. “Look at me, y/n.”
“Fuck..” You quietly began to mumble as you continued to sob into your bruised arms and the filthy concrete floor, only to be cut off instantly by him grabbing a fistful of your hair- yanking it so harshly you felt as if he’d pull a chunk right out of your head.
Tears continued to flow from your eyes as his grip only tightened the more you refused to look at him.
“You know y/n..” He started, still holding onto the gun waving it in front of you just to scare you even more, “I should kill you for trying to leave me… for trying to escape with him.” Venom coated his words as he didn’t even spare Youngjae’s body a single glance. “But.. you’re lucky I love you..”
He roughly shoved your face back down to the floor, releasing his death grip on your hair.
He loved you?
“Don’t say that to me ever again..” You hissed under your breath as he made his way off you and over to your precious friend’s lifeless corpse. “You kidnapped me, you’ve beaten me, you’ve killed your best friend- all for this supposed love you have for me?” You asked, despite him seeming to blatantly ignore your questions. “I’m tired, I feel dead inside, I just wa-”
Before you could even utter out another sound, Jackson swiftly turned his attention back to you. His beady, emotionless eye stared you down as he held the barrel of the gun just inches from your head.
“DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING DIE?” He viciously yelled, cocking the gun as he harshly pressed the barrel against your forehead. “I love you, but I will fucking kill your pathetic whiny ass without hesitation if you don’t shut up and start seeing things the way I do.”
You wanted to cry, but your tears seemed to have run dry as he threatened your life once again. You felt nothing but exhaustion.
“Sh- Shoot me...” You replied in a small whimper, anxiously gulping as you still felt his fatal stare practically burn holes into your body. “Death...” You began, letting out a shaky sigh, “Death would be heaven compared to here..”
Mark’s p.o.v.
The entire drive there, Mark did nothing but repeat the address over and over again to himself.
His mind was filled with awful thoughts on what scene he would arrive to, but he just prayed to god that you and his best friend were okay.
Even if he were the one to lose his life, he just wanted you two okay.
A shaky sigh flowed out of him as he began to near his destination. Tears already began to form the second he spotted Youngjae’s parked car in the distance.
“Youngjae..” He said to himself, speeding up as much as possible until he was right behind the vehicle. His heart began to race inside his chest while he parked, but the instant he stepped out, it felt as if it would pop right out.
He was afraid... very afraid...
He was scared that he’d walk into just seem two dead bodies sprawled out on the floor and a missing Jackson. Every part of his being ached the closer he got to the run-down building.
But the closer he got, the more he heard a familiar loud yet muffled voice.
Immediately, his fear disappeared as adrenaline began to pump through his veins while that undeniable rage from earlier had him bolting towards the building.
He was practically unarmed, well except for the stiletto switchblade you had got him for his birthday a year ago- it was one of thing that pushed him to find you no matter what, the one thing that made him know just how much he’d risk just to save you.
Just as he came near the front of the building, his quick steps came to an abrupt halt the instant he was a foot away from the old heavy rotting wooden door.
This wave of nausea came over him as he stalked closer before reaching for the doorknob.
Though he twisted it quickly, his anxiety made it seem as if everything was going in slow motion.
Mark wasted no time though, he couldn’t because he knew you didn’t have any more time left. If he was going to bring you home alive he needed to act now.
The instant he pried open the door, he reached into his pocket- pulling out the knife as he bolted in, his heart immediately racing at the sound of Jackson’s shouting.
Y/n’s P.o.v.
Jackson’s raised voice echoed off the voice, you weren’t even scared anymore.. well you were, but not in a way you used to be.
Before you were scared of him, you were scared of death, but now you were scared of came after dying.
Would it be just like people say it is? A beautiful bright white light that brings you nothing but peace before you enter the heavens, or would it be a dark cold nothingness?
You kept your dull eyes turned down to your dirty legs, just listening to him relentlessly threaten your life when you heard footsteps approaching. He didn’t seem to notice them as he went on and on, but your heart raced as hope washed over you.
As they got closer and closer, you felt the urge to cry but couldn’t seem to.
“Y/n look at me when I fucking-” Jackson growled, his sentence being cut in half as a familiar voice cut in.
“Leave her alone.” The man raspily snarled, your eyes shooting up to him only to widen at the sight of Mark standing at the door frame. “Leave my..” Before he continued his eyes fell on you, but his words came to a stop as his gaze moved to Youngjae’s lifeless form carelessly sprawled out on the ground.
It seemed as if he could’ve fallen to his knees right then and there.
Your heart tore in two as you watched him fight back tears- knowing it was for your sake.
“Ma- Mark..” His name rolling off your tongue in a mousy stutter as you instinctively attempted to crawl to him.
With a snide chuckle, Jackson harshly kicked you back into place; the sole of his shoe practically slamming against your cheek before you tumbled down to the floor.
It felt as if everything became a blur as you kept your eyes on your knight through your pain.
You watched as his rage coated his expression before he suddenly ran at the unexpecting man, tackling him to the ground.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” Jackson snarled while blocking Mark’s punches. “I’ll-” He continued, roughly shoving the older man off him; climbing on top of him. “I’ll kill you, I’ll kill her- just like I did Youngjae..”
His words stung like no other, you turned to your best friends limp form then back to your beloved.
He would end up the same... Wouldn’t he?
The instant Jackson’s fist connected with his jaw the first time, you let out a high-pitched scream.
“Stop!” You shouted, tears gathering in your eyes as you rose from the floor. “Leave him alone! I’ll- I’ll be yours!” Tears trickled down your face now as his second punch stopped midway, “I’ll be yours, I’ll go away with you if-if you just let him go... Let him live.”
Though he was faced away from you, you could see that twisted grin of his sprawl across his; you stomach churned instantly.
“Is that so?” He asked, tilting his head slightly; turning his gaze towards you. “Will you really belong to me... If I spare him?” Just as his words trailed off, he moved off your wide-eyed boyfriend.
Immediately you nodded, fighting back the urge to curse at him right then and there while he stalked over to where you were.
“Ye- Yes, I- I will..” You shakily replied, still nodding as your eyes flickered from the manic man to your knight. “I- I promise, please just don’t hurt him..”
This stomach-churning grin sprawled across his face as he reached for the pistol’s handle.
“I don’t believe you.” He growled.
Your eyes widened, as a frantic scream left you. You knew what would come next.
“MARK! RUN PLEASE!” You shouted in tears as Jackson pulled out the gun, but just as he cocked its chamber he was thrown to the ground. The impact of his fall sent the weapon sliding towards the dirty mattress you called a bed.
For a moment, you stayed there ugly sobbing as Mark repeatedly hit Jackson- slamming his fist against his face with every ounce of strength he could find within himself.
“I’m going to kill you for taking her..” He snarled as Jackson attempted to free himself from the beating. “I’m going to kill you for taking my best friend’s life. I’m going to kill you for hurting us.”
Just as you began to crawl to the gun, Jackson stopped struggling. For a moment, you thought he was out of it, and you could tell your boyfriend did too, but then a manic cackle emanated from him.
He laid there on the floor laughing so hard and so loud that the two of you sat there nearly paralyzed by his psychotic behavior; it was the perfect distraction because before you or Mark knew it- he attacked.
Landing another brutish punch on the other man’s face, Jackson kicked him off, shoving him nearly to the other side of the room.
“You’re so funny, Hyung..” Jackson chuckled, wiping the blood that dribbled from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand; adoring the way his friend gasped for air and dryly whined as the back of his head snapped against the floor. “As if you have the fucking balls to kill me. You’re a fucking joke.”
Slowly, he turned on his heels, making his way to his weapon only to noticed you frantically eyeing it. “And you-” He venomously sneered, baring his teeth. “You sneaky little cunt..” His hand instantly gripped your hair; yanking it so harshly he pulled you up to your tippy toes. “I should fucking kill your ungrateful, lying little ass right fucking now. I should paint the fucking walls and floor with your disgusting blood, but luckily for you..”
The second his words trailed off, he callously tossed you onto the floor- sending your weak, malnourished form slamming onto the concrete, knocking the air right out of your lungs.
“But luckily for you..” He repeated, taking a few steps towards the pistol; cracking his neck before picking it up. “There’s someone here I’d much rather watch die than you.”
Again, you watched in complete terror as he once again pointed the gun towards your boyfriend- the only thing that was different now was that neither one of you could stop him.
Jackson stalked over to Mark; who passively laid there, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re pathetic.” He lowly barked, the top of his foot connecting with Mark’s lower back in a swift kick. “You’re nothing but a waste of life... a waste of space.”
As he pointed the gun towards Mark’s head, he turned his gaze towards you. He wanted you to watch. He wanted you to remember that no matter what, no matter who came to save you, you could never escape him.
“Eyes over here, y/n..” He coldly jeered, flashing you that contorted toothy grin of his. “Maybe watching him die will make you realize that no one can take you from me..”
“M-Mark... I lo-” You tearfully rasped while attempting to crawl closer to him. You just needed to be near him, you need to feel him again, but you couldn’t fight the breakdown that was caged inside you.
Tears wildly poured from your face as your trembling arms gave out, causing you collapse right then and there.
Marks softly hushed your sobs, offering you a comforting smile while fighting back tears of his own. If today was really his last day on Earth- he wanted you to remember him smiling. He wanted you to remember that he loved you with every ounce of his being and that if he could do it over again he’d gladly give his life for yours.
“Do- Don’t cry, okay?” He softly said, his voice cracking slightly as his urge to cry became lodged in his throat. “I love you so, so...”
But before he could even finish his declaration, the gun went off. Everything seemed to become a blur as a loud ringing filled your ears.
You wanted to block out the memory of him instantly falling limp the second the shot was fired, but you saw everything. You watched the bullet enter his skull, then as his brain matter splattered against the wall and concrete behind him.
You watched the love of your life die, right before your eyes.
With the little strength you had, you brought yourself back up onto your knees and held yourself. Your arms tightly crossed your chest as you rocked back and forth, violently sobbing.
“NO! NO! NO! NO!” You repeated through your cries and gasps for air. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME, YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!”
Now that the deed was done, the two of you needed to leave- now. He couldn’t risk still being here when the cops and, or, the others showed up.
Reaching into his back pocket, Jackson grabbed a small set of keys as made his way over to you; casually stepping over Mark’s lifeless body.
“Enough crying.” He cruelly snapped, moving behind you-sweeping your matted hair out of the way as he inserted the key into the heavy metal lock. “We need to leave.”
The moment he unlocked it, releasing you from your chains you stumbled onto your feet and attempted to run.
Jackson exhaled in frustration as you weakly limped down the hall.
“Y/n, get over here. We don’t have time for your games.” He huffed, following you- catching up to you in a matter of minutes. “Be good and cooperate with me, little girl.” He warned, wrapping his arms around your waist- pulling you against. “Remember what happened last time.”
You wanted to fight, you did.
You tried to, you used all your strength to try and wriggle away from him, but you were just too frail and in too much pain.
“Good girl..” Jackson hummed the moment you stopped, pressing his bloodied lips against your shoulder causing you nausea to wash over you. He lifted you in his arms, rushing the two of you towards the back of the house. “Let’s go y/n..”
He stood there, dead centre of the living room, with nothing but sheer terror dripping from his face.
His heart felt heavy as his entire body filled with this feeling of complete and utter dread. "Young- Youngjae.." He muttered as his legs seemed to just give in beneath him, sending him down onto the floor on all fours. "He- He found her.."
Jaebum shot up as the other's looked down at their Hyung with wide eyes. "Wait are you serious??" Jae asked, trying to hide the nasty feeling that began to consume him.
Mark weakly nodded as he attempted to regain his composure, sitting up onto his knees he held his cell out for everyone to see. "Jackson... It was Jackson.." He said dryly.
The maknaes looked as if they had been turned to stone. How could someone they all trust do something like this? How could he want to hurt the men he called his brothers- his family?
"Youngjae.." Mark uttered again as he began to think of the worst case scenario, "We need to go find them. I can't let anything bad happen to him or y/n.."
To his surprise, the other's agreed, each of the stunned men nodding as they thought of the danger to two of you could be in.
"I'll call the detective-" Jinyoung said while standing from his spot, pulling out his phone. "Maybe he can track where his texts were sent from."
"Good-" Mark replied, nodding as he stood from his spot; preparing himself to run out that door right now and just drive until he found his friend's car.
Watching his friend rise up from the floor, for some reason, made Yugyeom jumpy. Scooting over to his Hyung, he grabbed his forearm- shaking his head as if he already knew what was going through his mind. "Hyung, don't try anything.." He softly pleaded, "What if something ha-"
Immediately the older man harshly pulled his arm away; nothing but pure hatred and rage filled him. "What?" He shouted, "What if something happens to me?!" Suddenly he grabbed the younger man by the collar of his shirt, violently pulling him up from his seat.
"Do you even know what kind of fucking danger my girlfriend and our Youngjae can be in right now?" He practically snarled, "He- That fucking bastard could fucking kill them, if he hasn't already, and yet you're worried about me?"
Jaebum and Bambam rushed over to the pair, separating them.
"Yah!" Jaebum shouted back at Mark, pulling him away from their youngest. "Don't be a fucking prick, Hyung. He's just trying to fucking help."
Bambam hugged his startled friend, "Yugyeom-ah it's okay he didn't mean it.." He said, gently patting his back as they sat back down.
"Dude you need to fuck-" Just before Bam could finish his sentence, Jinyoung cut him off; shooting him a threatening glare as his attention turned to Mark.
"Do you really just want to take off and just drive around and hope you find them?" He said through gritted teeth while waiting for Detective Kim to pick up. "I know you want to find them and get them home, but you can't be stupid about this and go in blind."
Closing his eyes, Mark shifted out of Jae's grasp; leaning himself against the wall. A faint sigh left him as he back down to the floor beneath him, bring his knees into his chest. "I know.. I know.." He replied, gulping as he just silently prayed you'd both be okay.
Just as Mark was about to dwell deeper into his own thoughts and worries, Jinyoung suddenly knocked him back into his horrid reality, “Hello?” He rapidly said as he put the phone on speaker.
“Hello, who is this?” A woman on the other line sweetly said.
Clearing his throat Jinyoung looked around the room, watching all of his friend's worried faces, “Um yes, this is Park Jinyoung- I’m calling because we need to talk to Detective Kim.” He replied, running his fingers through his hair as Jae walked over to him. “It’s urgent.”
Y/n’s p.o.v.
You sat there, streaks of dried tears and blood on your cheeks. Jackson wasn’t there again, you knew he couldn’t go back to the dorm because if Mark knew what he had done now, surely the others would too.
Where could he have gone off to? Most importantly what was he planning to do?
You sat there with your knees pulled into your chest as Youngjae’s what seemed to be near lifeless body laid sprawled out in front of you.
He was thankfully still alive, barely though.
“Young- Youngjae..” You shakily stuttered as your friend suddenly twitched.
Suddenly the older man haphazardly turned around, facing you. His face almost seemed disfigured from the brutal beating, but you couldn't tell too much from the mix of dried and fresh blood that covered his entire face.
“Y/n... Y/n..” He replied, his voice sounded scratchy- airy, almost as if he had trouble breathing with every word he spoke. “Y/n where- where are we?..”
Your heart shattered the instant your heard his question, “Sh, Sh...” You whimpered out as tears began to gather once more despite you thinking you had been run dry.
“Don’t- Don’t speak, just try to relax okay?” You sniffed, wiping your streaming tears with the backs of your hand as you watched your badly beaten friend drag himself over to you.
He did nothing but quietly lay his head across your lap while gently rubbing your shin, “Are you okay? He asked, seeming to have completely forgotten about his own injuries as he worried about your well being.
Nodding, you wiping your flooding tears away once more as you looked down at him- flashing him a reassuring, toothy smile but before you could utter a word that dreaded sound of the heavy front door rung through the small room.
Your heart seemed to fall the instant you heard his footsteps follow.
“Y/n..” He softly called out as he turned the corner into the room he kept you in, “I- I don’t want to do this..” He said as he looked over at you with that emotionless expression of his.
Fear immediately filled you as you saw the metallic object in his hand- a gun.
You were going to die... You would die at the hands of that man you once would’ve trusted with your life.
“Ja- Jackson..” You whimpered, rivers poured down your cheeks as he cocked the gun causing you to wince at it made that awful, stomach-churning click. “Pl- Please don’t... don’t do this..”
Staying silent the entire time, he just calmly strutted over to you; crouching down in front of you as he took your face into his hand. “Hush, babygirl..” He cooed, shaking his head at your pleas. “It’ll be over in a second..”
Immediately you closed your eyes thinking that was it, but as more than a few seconds passed you slowly reopened them as he stood from his spot.
He suddenly grabbed Youngjae wrist and attempted to pull him away from you. Your eyes widen and your heart ached as you instinctively clung onto him.
“Please don’t, please!!” You screamed this heart-shattering scream as you protectively wrapped your arms around your friend. As you held onto him, you could feel his hand gently grip your bicep as his own fear skyrocketed.
Rolling his eyes, Jackson scoffed at your weak attempt to protect him. “I’m sick-” He snarled through gritted teeth as he roughly grabbed a fistful of you hair- forcing your tear-filled gaze up at him, “-and fucking tired of you being such a bad little girl..”
Out of nowhere, the handle of the gun connected with your cheekbone practically knocking you back as he yanked the younger man away from you.
“Jackson.. please don’t hurt him..” You mousily whimpered as he nearly tossed Youngjae away from you.
Turning his attention back to you, his foot slammed against his chest so hard you could swear you heard ribs crack as a raspy gasp for hair escaped you.
Watching as you fell to the floor, Jackson was about to take another step towards you- not quite done with your beating until Youngjae somehow managed to grab his ankle.
You silently watched in horror as you still were trying to find your breath. This calm yet completely deranged expression covered Jackson’s face as he slowly turned to face the younger man, raising the gun- pointing right at his chest.
Tears trickled down Youngjae’s bloodied face as you started up at him, his body shook with fear as the realisation that today would be his last day on Earth washed over him.
“Hyung..” He softly called out to that man he once called his brother before Jackson mercilessly shot him twice in the chest right then and there.
Your shallow, quick breaths became completely erratic as you began to endlessly sob. Your friend weakly looked over at you, offering you that angelic smile once more before taking his final breath of air.
You sobbed as you watched the bright light of pure hope and happiness that once illuminated from him faded into a fog of nothingness.
“Youngjae...” You whimpered through your frantic sobs as you attempted to crawl over to him so he wouldn’t just lay there on the icy concrete floor alone. Jackson halted any movement you made to get closer to his body; his foot gently pressed against your throat, pushing you back down to the ground.
Shaking his head, he just looked down at you with those glazed over, dark eyes of his. “Don’t even think about it..”
Mark’s p.o.v.
He began to frantically pace back and forth as Jinyoung spoke with the detective.
“Yes, Sir-” He heard his friend politely say, “Alright, I’ll tell them you and your team, will be here soon. Thank you, goodbye.”
Mark’s eyes lit up as his heart raced at his friend's goodbye. “What did he say?” He immediately asked the second Jinyoung hung up.
“Well-” Jinyoung sighed as he turned his gaze from the floor over to his anxious friends. “He doesn’t know for sure if they’d be able to find out where Youngjae was messaging from, but he’s coming over with his team and they’re going to try.”
Mark nodded as he let out a relief filled sigh, he just couldn’t stop thinking of bringing you and his best friend home safe and sound again.
No less than ten minutes passed and Detective Kim, as well as his small five-member team arrived- knocking the front door.
Immediately Jae rushed to the door, greeting them one by one as they entered the dorm.
“Mark.” Detective Kim automatically called out to him, motioning him to come closer.
As Mark walked over to him, greeting him with a quick bow before anything. “We’re going to need your phone-” He said in that calm tone of him, “-My analyst..” He added as a tall, slender man stepped forward, “Mr. Woo will be the one that will try to locate your friend’s phone.”
Mr. Woo stood there with a black briefcase by his side, “Do you mind if I use your dining table to set everything up?”
Immediately Mark and the others nodded in response, “Oh- Yes, Yes, of course, Sir.” He said, motioning over to the already cleared table.
As the older man weaved through the others, setting up as he got to the wooden table. Mark found himself nervously messing with the bottom hem of his shirt as he nervously asked, “Do you think you’ll be able to locate them?”
The older man shrugged and smacked his lips as he pulled out a chair, taking a seat in front of the small odd looking laptop. “I can’t promise you anything, but I swear to you- I’ll try.” He replied as he reached his hand out to the boy. “I’ll need your phone now.”
Nodding, Mark pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly handed it over. “How long does it usually take to find out where someone is?”
Mr. Woo sighed as he hooked Mark’s phone up to the device, “Well-” He said, his eyes focused on the bright screen as he began typing away. “It can take anywhere from ten minutes to an hour or two.”
Mark’s eyes went wide at the sense of relief he had once filled replaced itself with panic, “An hour or two?!” He shouted, running his hands through his hair in frustration as the room suddenly went silent. “Do you guys not understand the severity of this situation? Do you know get that my best friend and girlfriend could be fucking dead by the time we get to them?”
“Sir I-” Mr.Woo replied but was immediately cut off by Detective Kim.
“Mark, we deal with cases like this all the time.” The detective calmly replied, signally for his analyst to continue working. “We’re going to try to get a read on their location as fast as we can, but you have to calm down and let Mr. Woo do his job.”
Mark turned, resting his forehead against the wall for a moment before violently punching it.
“I’m tired of sitting here and just doing fucking nothing..” He sighed through gritted teeth, his hands still clenched in tight fists.
“Hyung we all are..” Bam said as he immediately stopped Yugyeom from trying to go comfort him due what happened previously.
Jaebum nodded as he rested his head on his hand, “The detectives are going to find them. You just need to let them do their job..”
Mark ran his fingers through his hair as he glanced up at the ceiling- his mind running completely rampant with awful thoughts. Tears gathered at the inner corners of his eyes, spreading to his waterline just as they trickled down his cheeks.
“What if they’re already dead?” He muttered nothing but pain coated his words. “What if he killed them?..”
“Don’t- Don’t say things like that, Hyung-” Yugyeom mousily replied, his own eyes watering as he felt his friend’s distress. “-Youngjae is strong, y/n is strong. They’d never allow themselves to leave the world like that..”
Before Mark could say a thing, Mr. Woo suddenly leapt up from his chair- startling just about everyone in the room as he kept his eyes fixated on his computer screen. “Sir, I got a read on their location.”
Immediately, Detective Kim rushed over to the older man, “Where are they?” He bluntly asked while leaning on the table.
Pointing at the screen, Mr. Woo highlighted the address. “If this is correct, from what I could find, the last message was sent from an abandoned building just outside of Seoul..” He replied, “The signal is gone now, but I doubt they left. The phone was more than likely damaged in some way.”
‘Abandoned building...’ Mark thought to himself as his dried his falling tears, peering over the men's shoulders.
He repeatedly scanned the highlighted address, memorising it. “I need to go- I need to go now..” He blurted out, rushing passed the others and out of the building before anyone could stop him.
“Damn it..” Detective Kim murmured as he turned to his silent team, “Call for backup- and a bus, I have a feeling we’re gonna need it.”
"Y/n... Y/n.." He replied, his voice sounded scratchy- airy, almost as if he had trouble breathing with every word he spoke. "Y/n.. Where- where are we?.."
Looking down at the little red envelope that held your short cry for help brought the brightest, most twisted smile upon his face. He knew exactly how badly Mark would lose it, how much they’d all lose it and though these were the men he had formed a close connection with for so long.. he just couldn’t wait to see them hurt; to see their hearts shatter in their chest, watching them decay from the inside out.
It was cruel and sadistic, he knew this, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was giddy with pure excitement to see it all unfold.
The moment he finally got to the dorm, he stood outside the door rehearsing his lines before walking in.
“Uhh, guys?” He called out to his friends, immediately Yugyeom popped out from around the corner.
“Hyung, the detective’s with Jaebum-Hyung and Jinyoung-Hyung right now.” Yugyeom spoke in an anxious tone as he constantly fiddled with the bottom hem of his shirt.
Gently, the older man rubbed the maknaes back in an attempt to calm his nerves, “Where are they?”
The pair walked into the living room and were automatically greeted by Youngjae’s, Mark’s, and Bam’s eyes on them.
“They’re in the study..” Mark smoothly replied and he rested his head on his hands while Youngjae’s arm comfortingly wrapped around his shoulders.
“Ahh..” Jackson hummed, nodding as he pressed his lips together, “I needed to give him something..”
“Give him what, Hyung?” Youngjae curiously cut in, tilting his head slightly as he looked up at his older friend.
Pulling out the red envelope, he nervously looked down at it, “It was at on the floor in front of the door when I came, I thought it might be the detectives or something so I picked it up.”
He seemed to have grabbed the attention of everyone in the room, but the only one he really truly cared about was Mark. The moment he noticed his friend’s head perk up as he held the letter out in front of him caused him to have to fight back laughter. God was this going to be fun...
Mark stood from his spot, furrowing his brows as he curiously scanned over the item, “Give it..” He softly demanded, holding his hand out for it. Jackson didn’t put up a fight and calmly gave the letter to his friend.
He watched on as Mark slowly opened it, “What the-” He weakly spoke as he pulled out the folded it paper.
“Wh- What is it?” Bam timidly asked, looking up at Mark then over to Youngjae as Yugyeom took a seat beside him. The two intertwined the arms nervously as Mark carefully began to unfold the white sheet of paper all eyes were on him.
Mark looked down at the paper with nothing but sheer horror on his face, his eyes widened as his jaw went slack, his heart-wrenching sobs filled the dorm as he practically collapsed onto the floor beneath him. He found himself drowning out the concern questions of his friends and focusing on nothing but reading and rereading the words etched on the sheet.
His tears were uncontrollable at this point and his face seemed to contort in pain as he gripped his chest.
Youngjae took the paper from him, reading the message in with a numb expression.
“Yah, what’s happeni-” Jaebum suddenly asked aloud as him, Jinyoung, and the detective bolted out of the room. The moment he saw Mark on the floor, sobbing and gripping his chest he made his way over to Youngjae immediately snatching the paper from his hand.
Jae’s draw immediately dropped, “What the fuck?” He blurted out as Jinyoung looked over his shoulder covering his mouth as tears gathered in his eyes; immediately he rushed over to Mark as Jae handed it over to the detective.
“Mark..” Jinyoung weakly hummed, “I- I’m so sorry.” Attempting to console his panicked friend.
“Who was the one who found this?” Detective Kim sternly asked as he held the letter up in the air.
Jackson hid his pure excitement well- eerily well. Tears streamed down his face as he timidly turned his attention to the man, raising his hand, “I- I am, Sir.”
“Where was it when you found it? Did you see anyone suspicious leaving the building when you came?” The detective asked, making his way over to the younger man.
Peering up at him slightly, Jackson wiped his tears then cleared his throat slightly just before attempting to speak. “It was at the front door and-” He sniffled, motioning towards dorm’s front door, ”-not really, but there was a guy wearing all black, he had a face mask and and a baseball cap on.”
The detective called out for his partner, who had been slowly going through all the rooms in the house searching for any little thing that could be evidence. “Misun!”
Not even a minute later she jogged out from Mark’s room, a few black baggies. “Yes, Sir?”
Detective Kim barely looked over to her as he ran his fingers through his hair, “Did you find anything? We need to go, and I need you to analyse this..” He hurriedly stated, handing her the piece of paper.
Opening another one of her baggies, she silently watched as her partner neatly slipped it inside, “I found a few things, mainly just strands of hair and drops of what I suspect to be blood.”
The moment she mentioned blood, Mark’s sobbing came to a halt- the pure fear that he felt made itself more than prominent. Standing from the floor he made his way over to Detective Kim’s partner, “What do you mean blood? Is it my girlfriends?” He frantically asked.
Without making eye contact with him, she simply answered with a semi-short reply, “There was blood drops on the floor in your room, the hallway, and one of the other boy’s room. It could be, but I won’t know for sure until we get back so I can run some tests.”
Mark’s sorrowful expression turned numb and emotionless, the worst case scenarios began rushing through his mind as he thought about whether you were even still alive. He could feel his heart ready just to tear through his chest.
Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder, Jackson stood there offering him an empathic pursed grin. “Hyung..” He spoke ever-so-softly, “I’m sure she’s okay and safe, y/n is strong.” With a silent nod, Mark just walked away disappearing down the hallway.
“Who’s room was it in?” Yugyeom boldly asked the crime scene analyst.
Bambam gathered some courage from his friend, clearing his throat before even daring to speak a single word,“Do you think it was just a random thing... or something?”
Shaking her head, she turned to the maknaes, “Listen, we aren’t entirely sure yet, but before anything, I checked the locks on every window and door here..” Scratching her head a bit, she let out a soft sigh, “There didn’t seem to be any sign of forced entry, or anything of that sort.”
Everyone in the room nodded, their heads hung low.
“Excuse me, but I need to go check on my friend..” Youngjae said, avoiding eye contact with practically everyone in the room in a weak attempt to hide his teary eyes.
After bidding the detectives goodbye, he made his way down the hallway.
“Well gentlemen..” Detective Kim sighed, as he looked around the room. “We’ll be leaving now to run tests on everything we were able to find, we’ll call you if we come up with any leads or have any more questions.”
Jaebum nodded, taking his place as the group's leader to heart as he walked the pair out.
“Thank you for everything, sir.” He said, flashing them a grateful smile as they said their final farewells.
“Jackson..” Jinyoung gently called out to his friend, the gears in his head were practically visible as they turned with possible scenarios that could’ve happened leading up to your disappearance. “You were the only one here when Y/n went missing. Are you sure there was no one suspicious lurking around or anything like that?”
Nodding, Jackson licked his lips; taking his lower lip between his teeth for a split second before finally answering. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure there was really nothing, except for that call she got, but other than that there’s nothing.” Clicking his tongue, he looked down at his hands as he thought of ways he could have more fun with this, but alas nothing seem to immediately come to his mind the only thing that he seemed to think of was you.
He just found himself yearning to be in your presence.
“Umm.. guys, I need to go meet up with a friend of mine-” Jackson suddenly said, cutting into the small discussion the others were having. “-so if it’s cool with y’all, I’m gonna take off now.”
“Really, hyung?” Bambam asked in annoyance, “You seem to always be gone these days, even when you don’t have a schedule you’re gone.”
“Yeah, plus you don’t even seem to be upset about Y/n missing either.” Yugyeom bud in, not even bothering to look up at the older man.
Jaebum nodded, silently agreeing with them.
Rolling his eyes, Jackson scoffed in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He practically shouted, running his fingers through his hair. “Besides Mark and Youngjae, I was the closest one to her. I was the one who met her first, she was my best friend. As a matter of fact, you four rarely spoke to her.”
The four men just shook their heads, silently listening to him rant on.
“E-fucking-xactly. Next time you try to open your fucking mouths make sure you’re not spewing shit.” And with that he practically stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door shut on his way out- causing the others to jump slightly.
Once he was far enough away, Jackson couldn’t help but to break out in smug laughter; shaking his head as a pleased sigh escaped him. “God I’m such a good fucking actor.” He said, patting himself on the back and he headed over to the elevators. “I should be in movies, holy crap.”
Youngjae’s/Mark’s p.o.v.
(A little before Jackson and the other’s argue)
Looking down at his sulking friend, Youngjae paced back and forth chewing on his lower lip as he went through his suspicions once more before saying them out loud.
“Hyung..” He finally said aloud once he gathered enough confidence to share his thoughts.
“What?” Mark weakly replied as he fell back onto his bed, barely looking up at his friend.
Clearing his throat slightly, Youngjae stood still as he took a deep breath. “Look I know I might sound crazy for thinking this, but I really don’t care.” He began, his voice automatically becoming shaky. “I think Jackson-Hyung has something to do with Y/n’s disappearance..”
Mark seemed to automatically perk up at this, he sat up immediately and sighed, “I know, I think so too..” He admitted, “He’s just acting so weird about all of this, but I didn’t want to believe that he’d do something like this..”
Suddenly the pair could hear Jackson raising his voice, practically shouting at the others.
“He’s been leaving basically every day since she went missing, too,” Youngjae added. “If he leaves again, I’m going to follow him. We need to know what he’s been doing..”
Standing from his spot on the bed, Mark stepped closer to his friend. “I’ll go with you..”
Immediately, the younger man shook his head. “No, Hyung-” He replied softly, still carefully listening out at the others, “I’m going alone, I need you to stay here and let the others know. “
“Youngjae, you can’t go alone are you dumb??” Mark exclaimed, attempting to keep a hushed tone. “What if he really was involved with Y/n’s.. abduction? What if he’s involved with bad people and you get hurt?”
The younger man shrugged, sighing as he realised that his life was pretty much on the line. It was a fifty-fifty chance, and it was a chance he was willing to take to help bring you home. “I’ll be fine. but Hyung... If I don’t come back by midnight tonight tell the detectives and follow him. Okay?”
Without warning the sound of the front door slamming shut rang through the house, the pair’s eyes went wide. “Okay.. please be careful. Don’t let him catch you..”
Opening the bedroom door, Youngjae headed out but just before he turned back and flashed Mark a reassuring grin and an innocent little finger heart before practically racing out of the dorm.
Mark walked out of the bed and into the living room that was filled with his confused friends.
“Yah, what’s Youngjae doing?” Jinyoung asked curiously, furrowing his brows the moment he noticed the worried look on Mark’s face.
The eldest began filling them in, telling them everything.
“Wait so Youngjae’s going to follow him?” Yugyeom asked, his expression and tone practically dripped with concern.
Mark nodded, “Yeah, I wanted to go with him, but he wanted me to stay behind and let y’all know everything... and..”
“And??” Jaebum asked, slightly tilting his head as he sat on the arm rest of the couch near Jinyoung.
“And call the detectives, then follow Jackson if he doesn’t come back home by midnight tonight.” Mark uttered out, his eyes going teary as he thought about not only you but his friend as well.
Everyone in the room seemed to be thinking the same thing at the moment;
Why was this happening?
Carefully, Youngjae tread behind Jackson- following him all the way to the parking lot, then quickly getting into his own car as he drove off.
It felt as if he’d be driving forever, he was still trailing close behind his friend as another long half hour passed. Just as his mind began to wander to assist in passing the time, Jackson took a turn into a parking lot in front of what seemed to be an abandoned building.
“What the...” Youngjae said aloud, his voice trailing off as he watched him get out of his car then head behind the building.
Immediately, he parked a little less than a block away from the building, sneakily walking up to the building. As he moved around towards the back of the slightly run-down complex, the sound of a heavy door opening and closing caused the younger man to duck behind some bushes that were a safe distance away.
He could faintly hear Jackson say something to himself then the sound of his footsteps followed as he walked away.
The moment he knew the coast was clear, Youngjae quickly made his way towards the entrance, opening the heavy wooden door as quietly as possible. As soon as he walked in, he heard soft sniffling coming from the main room of the dull apartment-like place.
Closing the door, he carefully made his way down the hallway, “Hello?” He called out in a hushed tone. The sniffling grew into sobs as he neared whoever was making the heart-breaking cries. “Hello?” He said once more, as he popped out from the corner, his eyes widened and he saw you.
“Y/n!!” He almost shouted, his heart felt as if it stopped as he automatically rushed over to you. His eyes scanned all over you; noticing every bruise that littered your body, the thick collar and heavy duty chain that kept you prisoner in the sickly looking room.
“Young- Youngjae..” You meekly uttered, tears rushing down your cheeks as you repeatedly pinched your own forearm just to make sure that this wasn’t a dream. “Pl- Please get me out of here.. please..”
Tears gathered in his eyes as he crouched next to your frail figure, “Of- Of course, lemme see- turn around..” He shakily replied, spinning you around as he tried to find a way to free you from the collar that entrapped your neck, only to be greeted by the hefty lock that kept the chain from coming free and the collar from being removed by anyone who didn’t have the key.
“Fuck... I need a key. I- I need to tell Mark-Hyung, I need to tel him that you’re alive.” He said as he hurriedly looked for his phone. “- he misses you so much y/n- we all do..” Cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away the river of tears that flowed from your eyes.
You looked up at him, it was like some kind of gift from the gods- were you finally going to be able to go home; home to Mark.
“Ma- Mark..” You whimpered, “Is he okay?”
Shaking his head, Youngjae pulled out his phone. “He’s so lost without you y/n. He’s been looking for you practically everyday, he barely sleeps or eats anymore.. He just wants you home.”
Hearing how Mark had been since the day Jackson took you, made your heart sink even further than it had, “I miss him so much.. Jackson made me write that note to him, he want’s to hurt y’all..”
Suddenly the sound of the heavy wooden door scraping open filled the small apartment. Your eyes went wide as Youngjae rapidly typed away on his phone.
“Youngjae you need to hide or something, he’ll kill you.” You whispered to your friend, sheer panic pouring from your voice.
Just as Youngjae nodded and began to stand, Jackson was somehow already behind him.
Grabbing a fistful of his hair, the older man yanked him up to his feet. “Well, hello there Youngjae..” Jackson playfully cooed, roughly shaking the younger man’s head side to side as he tightened his grip in his hair. “What do you think you’re doing? Hm?”
“I-I’m taking Y/n home..” He replied, his breathing becoming heavy as he tried to calm his panicking body. “And- and you’re going to fucking rot in prison you psycho fuck.”
The moment Jackson processed Youngjae’s snappy remark, he roughly slammed him down the floor, knocking the wind out of him. Tears wildly fell from your eyes and you heard his raspy gasps for air as Jackson straddled him. Covering your face with your hands, you blocked your view of them, you just couldn’t bare to watch any of it unfold.
“You- You think..” Jackson snarled, landing a vicious blow against the younger man’s face. “You think you’re going to the fucking take her from me? Huh?” His animalistic growls seemed to intensify as he landed blow after blow on the boy he had once considered his best friend; finally drawing blood as his fist connected with his mouth.
Youngjae’s pained grunts filled the complex as he struggled beneath the older man, “She’s..” He weakly replied as he gathered all his strength, roughly shoving the other man off him.
Staggering slightly, he rose from the ground; wiping the blood that began dripping off his chin with the back of his hand. “She’s not yours, you sick fuck..” He brutishly replied, “Mark is her boyfriend, not you. She’ll never fucking lo-”
Before he could even utter out another sharp word, Jackson ran at him practically body slamming him against the wall. With his forearm harshly pressing down on his throat, Youngjae let out a stomach churning gasp as he clawed at the older man’s forearm and weakly reached for his face.
Seeing the boy he once considered one of his closest friend struggle brought nothing but a smile to his face.
Without warning, he landed one merciless blow after another; completely losing count as he continued. Youngjae’s face quickly became bloodied, it seemed to splatter as it slightly peppered across Jackson's face and almost completely coated his hand.
After landing one last hit across his friends face, he finally let up- quickly removing his forearm from the younger man’s throat causing him to immediately collapse onto the icy concrete floor beneath him.
“I- I hope you know..” He weakly uttered- barely lucid from the beating, coughing as the air he was so desperate for before burned his lungs followed by a pained whine as Jackson’s foot sharply connected with his chest. “...M-Mark knows..” Seconds later the poor younger man passed out as Jackson hovered over his body like a vulture that was waiting for an animal to die.
Removing your hands from your face, you practically gagged at the sight of so much blood; your heart sunk as you worried for your friend, was he going to make it?
You then timidly peered up at Jackson, you felt sick as you watched that crooked grin of his paint across his face as he crouched down beside your friend’s body, rummaging through his pockets then pulling out his phone.
Jackson giggled as Youngjae’s screen blew up with Mark’s anxiety filled texts, “Yah, y/n, Mark’s so persistent isn’t he?” He teased, flashing the phone towards you only for a second before typing something out. “He just doesn’t know when to fucking give up, huh?” persistent isn’t he?” He teased, flashing the phone towards you only for a second before typing something out. “He just doesn’t know when to fucking give up, huh?”
Hearing him speak about the man you loved made you sick to your stomach, and though you had so much to say- you were just too scared.
Just as he finished typing out his message, he stood from his spot and as he made his way over to you he slammed the phone down onto the floor; a loud cracking sound filled the now silent room as the screen shattered completely. Kneeling down in front of you, Jackson took your delicate face into his blood covered hands- forcing your gaze up to him.
“You see what happens when someone tries to take what’s mine, princess?” He smoothly cooed, his thumbs softly caressing your cheeks as his eyes locked with yours.
“B- But... He was your friend..” You meekly replied, sniffling as your tears completely stopped. You’d cried so much here that it seemed you had no more tears to shed.
He could see that fear that clouded them; he could feel it radiate off you as he listened to you speak. Anyone else would immediately back off after seeing and basically feeling that amount of terror completely enrapture someone, but no- not him.
Frankly, he loved seeing you so frightened; he thought you looked the prettiest when you were.
Shrugging, Jackson just simply shook his head. “I don't care..” He heartlessly replied, planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head and forehead. “If anyone even tries to take you from me again, y/n..” He said in a snarled whisper, resting his forehead against yours, his hand moving from your face to the back of your head.
He grabbed a tight fistful of your hair the moment you shifted even just a bit, keeping you in place. “If anyone tried to take you from me again-” He repeated, “I’ll fucking kill them.”
