You take a deep breath of the salty air, the sound of waves crashing in the background bringing a sad, but still happy smile to your face as you step out of your old beat up blue truck.
You stood in the driveway filled with other cars you recognize even after a while of not being around. You could tell the party was already in full swing, with muffled music coming out of the large beach house in front of you making all but confirming your thoughts and your fear as the realization that you were actually doing this.
You guess driving for two days, you should’ve gone straight to your hotel. But, the thought of seeing all of the boys once again in the same place after being away for so long got you too excited to just go and sit in a hotel room alone trying to avoid the inevitable.
At least, this way you could just pretend to rip off the band aid.
You slowly walk up to the old wooden porch creaking under your feet as the sound of people laughing and having fun making you even more nervous than before. Will they even remember me? Will they be happy to see me? Will he be happy to see me? — the thoughts that have been plaguing you all the way over here coming back even louder as you stand in front of the old scratched up wooden door.
“Here goes nothing” You mumble to yourself as you press the doorbell, hearing as the sound makes its way through the house. Your eyes moving to the moving wind chimes you remember putting up when you had first moved in. They look old, beaten by the weather but still making the same beautiful sounds.
It wasn’t long before you were startled back into reality as the door in front of you was opening and you were faced with a bright and smiling Hoseok. His eyes instantly widen and his mouth drops open the moment he lays his eyes on you.
He slowly places the red cup that he had been holding on the side table by the door. His smile comes back even wider as he looks you up and down, hoping that this wasn’t the amount of alcohol he had consumed that day was playing a dirty trick on him and that you really were standing right in front of him.
It had been a while since you had seen him, or any of them for that matter. You tilt your head, waiting for the older man to get out of whatever shock he was in — stepping closer to him, waving a hand in front of his face. “You okay there, buddy?”
“(Y/N)?” Hoseok asks, his eyebrows furrowing and before you know it, you’re being squished into his chest as his arms wrap around you tightly. “You’re back! You’re really here! When did you get back?” He laughs.
You hug him back, missing the smell of his strong cologne and as you bury your face in the curve of his neck. “I just got here” you giggle, moving your body side to side in his embrace. “It’s so good to see you, Hobi.”
“You look so grown up!” You jokingly cup his cheeks in your hands as you pull back. “You’re no longer baby sunshine!”
“Oh stop!” Hoseok swats your hands away as gently as he could, shaking his head as he looks back at you. “I can’t believe it’s been that long…” he stops to admire his old friend, seeing how much you have really changed. “uh, you should come inside...the rest of the guys are here too” He rushes you inside to the music and conversation filled atmosphere before closing the door behind you.
You feel a cold shiver run up your spine as you realize you will be seeing all of them in mere seconds. You feel yourself taking in a deep breath as Hoseok closes the front door behind you, placing a hand on your back as he moves you towards the living room. You had yet to be noticed by the rest of the group, standing awkwardly by the front door — noticing how the once empty shelves were now full of pictures from your old friend group. It had been way too long since you had seen them, they looked so grown up and I guess in their eyes, you had changed too. If you could do it, you would turn back time and do things differently.
“Guys!” Hoseok interrupts the laughter, catching everyone’s attention as they all turn to look at him. You feel very small all of a sudden as the only thing that can be heard is the sound of the people outside jumping into the pool and the music playing in the background. You could see the looks of shock, anger, happiness and then realization on all of them before you were being enveloped in a tight hug. Jimin’s small body wraps around yours as he crushes you hard against his chest. “(Y/N)!” He happily cheers right next to your ear.
“Hey, Jimin-ssi!” You smile as you hug him back, you didn’t miss the soft pink hair as he swayed both of your bodies side to side — landing multiple kisses on your cheek, that has you bursting out laughing. He definitely had more than a few drinks.
You were always close to Park Jimin, being in the same class as him since kindergarten. He was the shy chubby kid that you decided you were going to defend against the older kids that seemed to target him — standing up for him without a second thought, turning into a lifetime friend for you.
“When did you get back? How did you get back? Why didn’t you CALL?” Jimin begins to question as he moves away from you, swatting your arm as he yells out the last question.
“Ow!” You yelp at the unexpected hitting, pouting at your friend as he quickly apologizes.
They were all there — Namjoon, looking even more like eye candy than you remember. Taehyung with bright blue hair, the years being extremely kind to him and that child-like smile still plastered on his face greets you as he comes to give you a giant hug — his wide eyes and mouth wide open as he continues to stare in surprise.
“You’re back?” Taehyung mumbles, “for real this time?”
“Yes, I’m back” You chuckle, “for good this time” Taehyung envelopes you in another hug, this time lifting you up from the ground as he walks you deeper into the living room, setting you down in front of one of the many sofas you had picked out.
You tap at his back as he puts you down, sitting down on the sofa he was gesturing to. Your eyes run across the rest of the room, searching for that one person you’ve been itching to see for the past two weeks when you made the decision to come back home. You should’ve never left.
Your eyes shift to the back door as it loudly opens to reveal a wet and smiling Jungkook, strands of his wet black hair almost covering his eyes as he runs the dark blue towel across it. He’s laughing at whatever joke had been said by the person behind him and you could see his eyes crinkle, the dimples that you had missed.
You hadn’t seen the younger man in the last four years, he had grown into a good looking man with boyish looks that still screamed ‘bunny’ — you felt your heart ache as tears threatened to fall.
“Why is everyone so quiet?” Jungkook speaks out, finding it weird his friends weren’t causing another ruckus. “You guys are usually so loud that my neighbors complain all the time.” He continues, his back to you as he peers into the kitchen. “Stop being quiet, it’s creeping me out” Jungkook mumbles to himself, only then noticing the way Jin was looking at him, biting his lip nervously as the older continues to glance into the living room. “What’s going on?” He smiles nervously. “Did you guys break something?”
His smile drops as his eyes finally meet yours, his heart beating a mile a minute as he sees someone he never expected to see again in his life. Hoped to never see again… “(Y/N)?”
“Hey, Jungkook. Long time no see.” You wave at him almost sheepishly, feeling your hands sweating as his gaze hardens as he finally takes you in.
Au: Supernatural!Au
Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook
Wordcount: 3603
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation, self harm, blood, knives, needles.
A/N: A honourable mention to @xingtrash for helping me with this story :3 my loyal advisor. And of course my fav Yoongi stan @xiubaek13 hold on tight :D.
It didn’t take long for your feet to come into motion, the other two following you quickly down the hallway.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi spluttered out but you were already on it.
Your brother was by the open kitchen door, seemingly entranced by something the demon was saying that you couldn’t possibly understand. But the way he hesitated by the door was enough for you to run over and pull him back by the collar of his shirt.
The shift of weight caused him to stumble back and you to stumble forward, just over the ledge of the door.
A hand clasped itself around your wrist and pulled you inside, and before you knew it you had an arm around your front and a knife against your throat. “Now.” The man said more understandably. “Which of you is coming to save the pretty girl?”
Everyone stared at you, 5 pairs of eyes focused on the knife that was gently pressed against your throat.
Yoongi had a firm hand around Jungkook’s bicep, the younger staring at you with tears in his eyes.
“Kookie.” You whimpered. “Stay there.”
The demon shook you, making it clear you had to shut your mouth with a press of the knife. “Now listen to me. I could kill her, easily so. I don’t even need this knife for it, I could just crush her windpipe with two fingers.” He clicked his tongue. “The problem is, that’s not much fun for me. I’d love to see all of you hurt over this pretty thing here, but her, I can’t take her soul anyhow.”
You frowned deeply at that.
“Now I’d love to get my hands on Yoongi.” He said, taking the knife off your skin and pointing it at the blonde. “Or the little brother.” The knife changed position to Jungkook and you wanted to fight him in fear that he’d hurt him. You weren’t even sure what he’d wanted from him. “But the latter is sadly way too far gone for me to even remotely enjoy fiddling with his poor soul. And I don’t much have a taste for my own kind.”
You swallowed thickly as the man’s hand came up to your throat, squeezing lightly. There was a hint of shortness of breath, the pressure against your windpipe making you want to fight. But you knew that it’d only make it worse. So you took small controlled breaths, hoping someone would find a way to fix this.
“That leaves you two.” He pointed towards Taehyung and Jimin. “Now, you.” He said to Taehyung. “You’re a very lively person aren’t you? You have it easy, take life as it comes, try to stay happy when those around you fall to despair.”
Taehyung’s body was tense as he looked at you, any remnants of fear or anger he’d felt towards you earlier replaced with fright. “What do you want?”
“Oh.” The demon mused. “I don’t want you, you haven’t suffered enough for my likes. Won’t really soothe my appetite.” He chuckled darkly and pulled you closer, your back flush against his ice cold chest. You shivered and gasped, causing him to grip your throat tighter. “But him.” He pointed the knife towards Jimin. “Now, you I could do with. I’m not sure what darkness it is that you’re hiding in that pretty head of yours, but I can sense it. I can almost taste it on my tongue.” He practically hissed and your skin crawls with fear.
Everyone’s eyes turn to Jimin, who visibly pales at the sentences. You know, about Jimin, about his past, about the fight’s he’s won. The struggled he’s went through as a kid, with divorcing parents and an unstable self image. Uncertainty about his self worth and the ways he’s had to fight himself to come where he is today. Happy, and loved. But it must’ve left a mark on him somewhere.
Nobody moved, and your ability to breathe got less and less by the minute, your breaths coming out in short hitches.
“Let her go.” Taehyung said suddenly, stepping over to the door.
You wanted to shake your head at him, do anything, but your body wasn’t allowing it anymore. Your head was starting to hurt at the lack of oxygen, vision swaying.
“Will you let her go in exchange for me?” he asked.
Tears appeared in your eyes, wanting to plead him to stay away, to let him have you. Even though you knew it might not stop at that. “Ta-“
The grip on your throat constricted then, completely shutting of your air. So suddenly your hands scrambled up to his arm to scratch his skin. To alleviate the pain, to breathe.
Your best friend’s eyes widened and he threw himself through the door, the demon shoving you away from him so fast you almost collided with the counter. Hands wrapping around your body and pulling you away.
By the time you’d gathered what had happened the demon had the tip of the knife pressed into the hollow of Taehyung’s throat. You wanted to call out for him, but nothing came out except a hoarse cough as you tried to regain your breathing.
You were in your brother’s lap, his hand soothingly running up and down your arm as his eyes fixated on Taehyung. "You should've let me go." he whispered, your mind to tired to ask him.
The demon smirked wickedly, cocking his head to the side. “I was hoping to get the other one, but maybe this one will do. Let’s see what you have for me.”
Taehyung visibly shuddered as his eyes fluttered closed, his brows furrowing as if he was in pain. His lips parted in a gasp, body trembling but not moving from his spot. There was a single drop of blood running down his chest where the knife pierced his skin, it disappeared into the neckline of his grey sweater.
“What is your biggest regret boy?” The demon questioned. “Oh, wow.” The man’s eyebrows raised up, and he turned to look at you. “It really is all about the girl.” The laugh he let out was dark and sinister. “Maybe I should’ve killed her, and watched you suffer. Imagine that hmm? Watching me crush her windpipe as she chokes on her own blood, all because you made a mistake.”
“Stop.” He whimpered, opening his eyes that shone with tears. “Just get it over with.”
“Get what over with boy?” the demon pressed the knife tighter against his skin, causing more blood to pool on the tip of the blade.
“I don’t know? Take my soul? Whatever? Just take it and leave, so we can all move on.” He grumbled.
The demon turned to look at you, and you adverted your gaze. “She doesn’t know does she?”
Taehyung opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut of by the blade pushing down even further. You closed you eyes, in fear of what was about to happen. Nothing inside of you wanted to see Taehyung die like that. Jungkook pulled you closer, and you wrapped an arm around his waist, letting your brother hold you for the first time in months. You didn’t want to hear what was about to be said.
“Don’t tell her.” He said. “I’d like to keep this little secret between the two of us hmm?”
“Taehyung don’t listen to him.” Namjoon called. “He’s trying to get into your head.”
“He’s already in there.” Yoongi grumbled in return.
You pressed your eyes closed, just listening. Taehyung’s breaths were short and rapid, and you had no idea why the demon was stalling this.
“Now now, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so in love. She’s got you all wrapped up doesn’t she?” he chuckled again. “I mean, she’s pretty, but do you really want Yoongi’s sloppy second? Or wait, is it third? Since you had her first?” Taehyung groaned in pain suddenly, and you heard his teeth clicking together. “Shall I just end your suffering? Or well, more so start it? Taking your soul is only going to make this worse. Every failure, everything you regret will be amplified. And before you know it, you will do to her, what Yoongi did to Ju-“
The next few moments came and went very suddenly. A lot of sounds, the scuffling of sneakers on the hardwood floor, the rifle going off, once, twice, the knife clattering to the ground.
Jungkook held you tight, burying his face into you shoulder as if he was shielding you. “It’s okay.” He whispered to you.
You looked up once everything calmed down. The demon was in the corner, a large iron rod sticking out of his chest, white shirt coated in blood. He growled almost, pulling the rod out of his chest in one smooth motion, discarding it onto the floor.
“Taehyung.” You gasped, sitting up and looking around too quickly. Jungkook steadied you, turning you to where Jimin was holding his sweater against Taehyung’s throat, blood having seeped into the collar of his shirt.
The other seemed unconscious but managed to crack open one eye to look at you. He smiled lightly before his eyes rolled back and his head lolled to the side.
“Tae?” Jimin said worried, slapping his cheek. “Tae, wake up!”
Namjoon was by their side quickly, touching Taehyung’s forehead. “He’s going to be okay. It will take a while, but he will be fine. He didn’t get to deep into him.”
Tears ran warm over your cheeks at the sight of your best friend, sweat sticking his hair to his skin.
“The rat marked himself.” The demon scoffed, spitting out blood onto the floor by your feet.
You frowned, but was caught of guard by Yoongi lifting your legs. He smile apologetically as he used the paintbrush to reconnect his circle and sit down by you. “His wrist.”
Jimin grabbed Tae’s wrist and lifted up the sleeve, you only now noticed the blood coating his hand. “What the fuck?”
“That’s a warding mark.” Namjoon said. “I’ve seen these before, people get them tattooed so they can protect themselves from demons and evil spirits. Where-“
“In the books.” Jimin said, taking away his sweater from Taehyung’s collar. Your friend’s throat was stained with blood and it was still slowly running out of the wound there. “We need to stitch him up.”
You pushed yourself up. “I’ll do it.”
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asked, hand on your lower back. “You could’ve died.” His voice was small and full of concern and you looked back at him.
“I’m fine.” You cupped his cheek. “Don’t worry about me.”
“Can someone get those books?” Namjoon. “If that mark was in there, there has to be something else. Something we can use to get that piece of shit out of here.”
“Guys?” Jungkook mumbled. “Is it all real?”
Everyone stared at him, perplexed by how calm he seemed. Yoongi spoke first. “It is real Jungkook. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” the younger frowned, and you squeezed his hand.
Yoongi licked his dry lips. “I did this to you, I’m sorry.”
Jungkook’s seemed overcome by confusion. “I - We need to help Taehyung first, I can wait for an explanation.”
Everyone nodded, closing the door to the kitchen even though you were all aware he could still hear you. Jimin went to retrieve the books as Namjoon and Jungkook carried Jungkook up the stairs. You fetched the first aid kit from by the door where you’d left it and slowly walked up the stairs after them. It wouldn’t take a doctor to know that Namjoon wasn’t doing well outside of his circle, he was panting, brow furrowed as they put Taehyung on the bed.
He groaned and reached his hand up to his bleeding throat but Jungkook stopped him, looking at the other man. “You need to go downstairs, your nose is bleeding.”
You saw it then, the bit of red peeking out from the other’s nose. “Go Namjoon, we’ll fix him up and be back in no time. Find something in those books.”
He nodded and left the room.
Jungkook looked at you. “Will he really be okay?”
You sighed, taking out the supplies from the box. There was another clean needle and more thread in there, you handed Jungkook antiseptic and some cotton just to give him something to do. “Namjoon said he’ll be fine.”
“Can we trust him?”
“I hope so.”
“Taehyung won’t be like me right?” he whispered, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear. As if it was a thought just for himself.
You quickly looked up at your little brother. The circles under his eyes seemed to have cleared up a bit, and he was livelier than normal. “Jungkook, are you okay?”
He seemed stunned by your question, dabbing Taehyung’s wound and slapping the other’s hand away twice. “Yeah, I don’t know but being here makes me feel much steadier.” There was a brief pause in his voice as he inspected Taehyung’s wound. “The shadows don’t move here.”
“That’s good.” You stated, nodding, popping the thread through the needle and getting to work on Taehyung. “This is going to hurt, and I need you to sit fucking still yeah?”
“‘m lying.” He mumbled in an attempt to be sarcastic, but Jungkook held both of his hands anyways. Taehyung ground his teeth together, locking his jaw to keep in any sound when you first pierced his skin.
After the one time you’d found Jungkook in the bathroom with 3 deep cuts on the side of his arm you hoped you’d never have to stitch up anyone ever again. You remembered it clearly, the tears streaming down his face as he watched the blood run bright red down his arm. He’d look up at you with confused eyes, asking for help, apologising. “I thought it would make it go away.” He’d cried. “But it only made it worse.” It was once, and he’d never done it again, ever. But you’d still taken the lock of the bathroom door in fear. He’d understood, saying it was better for his own safety.
Jungkook had never tried to take his own life, but he’d mumbled things that scared you. Things like; “I want to make it go away.” Or “I don’t want to wake up tomorrow.” But he’d never done anything aside from that one time. Not like Jimin had.
The stitches went in easily, 5 messily tied in a row, sitting in the defined hollow of Taehyung’s throat. It was going to be a visible scar, and you wonder what kind of creative lie he was going to come up with to cover for it. He was always good at that as a kid.
“Babe?” Tae croaked, reaching out for your hand.
“Hmmm.” You hummed, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together. He didn’t say anything but visibly relaxed at the feeling of your touch. His body curled up under the sheets, holding on tight to your hand, softly pressing his fingers against the gauze you’d placed over his wound. A soft cough came past his lips and it was like realisation hit you. You could’ve lost him, one moment and he could’ve been dead and you’d have never been able to do this again. A tear escaped your eyes and you brushed it away.
You leant over him, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Don’t be stupid like that again okay, I can’t loose you.”
He mumbled something in return, childishly whining when you had to let go of his hand to go downstairs. You chuckled but let go, telling him you’d be back soon.
Jungkook hugged you in the hallway, pulling you close to him and resting his chin on top of your head. “He’s going to be okay.” He said, swaying you from side to side. You pulled away from him, squeezing his shoulder with a tender smile, continuing down the stairs.
The three men downstairs were engaged in a hushed conversation, flipping through the pages of the books.
Yoongi looked up at you first, his dark eyes contrasting against his blonde hair, his eyes lookrf tired and dull. He pat the space beside him, silently asking you to sit with him. You didn’t think anything of it, until he put a hand on your thigh, motion shielded by his own pulled up knees.
You wanted to scold him, slap away his hand, but he squeezed you tightly, fingers digging into your skin. His breaths where shallow and practiced, and when you reached over to take the book from his trembling hand you felt how cold his skin was. He leant over to you, pressing his shoulder into your skin as he swallowed thickly as if his throat was dry. “Please.” He whispered, and you looked up to see if anyone else had heard him.
“What?” you questioned, pretending to not know what he was talking about.
He groaned when he moved, shifting closer. “I need,” he paused, “something. Please.”
He what? Was he asking you if he could feed on you? “What?” you pushed his hand off your leg. “I’m not having sex with you.” You whispered under your breath as soon as Jungkook asked Jimin something.
“No,” he grumbled. “I just - You’re happy, elated, about Tae. I can sense it, please.”
“No.” You whispered back, offended at his request. “I’m not letting you do that.” Having him do it during sex was one thing, but taking your actual happiness that you wanted to hold onto right now, was something else.
He whimpered, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair.
Across the room you met Namjoon’s eyes, who looked from your irritated face to Yoongi. He sighed, his friend was in a bad state, body tired from the exertion of the chapel. “Y/n.” He spoke up softly, Jimin and Jungkook too engaged in conversation to notice him. “He won’t harm you.”
You frowned, looking at Yoongi who was laying down on the floor in a small heap. His knees pressed against his chest. He looked small and vulnerable, lips moving softly in silent words to drown out whatever it was that he was going through. This was not the Yoongi who you hated, the one who you said ruined your brothers life. This wasn’t the Yoongi who’d fucked you in his motel room, having you see stars. No, this was him, bare, real, no walls, no masks.
Jungkook suddenly looked over, eyes landing on Yoongi, his own widening in distress. “Yoongi?”
You wanted to stop him, afraid of what would happen, but you realised that Jungkook must’ve seen this before. He’s seen Yoongi like this. He’s seen Yoongi broken down to the bone, he’s tried to help him and it backfired. And, you knew Yoongi couldn’t feed off of him, he wouldn’t do that. He’d probably rather die like this than touch Jungkook again.
“Yoongi?” your brother whined, voice distressed as he shook his shoulder.
Your decision was easily made by the tightening knot in your stomach at the sight of Yoongi’s pale fingers circling around your brother’s wrist. “Yoongi, let’s go for a walk.” You stated clearly, everyone looked up at you.
“He needs to stay in the circle.” Namjoon countered.
“I’ll draw a new one by the doors, maybe he can get some fresh air by the doors in the living room.” You stood up, dusting off your jeans and scoffing your foot over Yoongi’s pentagram. One you’d removed enough paint for it to break a shudder visibly passed through his body. “Come on.” You said, holding out your hand for him to grasp onto it.
He let you pull him up, face scrunching up in pain as he stumbled to his feet.
You lead him through the house quickly, the living room was big and one wall was mostly glass panes in the old exterior beams. “Here.” You took the paint out and haphazardly drew the pentagram, it would work whether it was perfect or not. He didn’t waste time to step inside, closing his eyes and letting the rays of the rising sun hit his cold skin. There was a soft breeze as you opened the door, and you shivered, pulling Yoongi’s sweater closer.
“I could’ve done it without anyone noticing.” He whispered.
“I don’t care.” You said. “I don’t need my little brother to see that.”
He nodded as you sat down across from him, squeezing into the circle, knees touching. “God, y/n, when he touched me-“
“Don’t.”
“Thank you for doing this. I - I feel like I’m going crazy right now. I can’t be near him like this.” He whispered, lowering his head in his hands.
You reached out for him, touching a strand of hair that has moved out of place, smoothing it down into place. “Just get it over with.”
He looked up at you with a sad smile. “You sure?”
“I trust that you can control yourself.” You said, brushing against the cold skin of his cheek with the back of your hand.
His eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions as he took your hand away from his face, holding it in his, staring at your fingers with a gradually deepening frown. When he looked up you saw how wide his pupils were, his eyes dark and intent, a shiver running down your spine. He looked at you with wonder, thoughts visibly swimming through his mind as his eyes flickered over your complexion. His red bitten lips parted, as he blinked with sudden realisation.
Au: Supernatural!Au
Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook
Wordcount: 3243
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation, guns, needles, blood,
A/N: A honourable mention to @xingtrash for helping me with this story :3 my loyal advisor. And of course my fav Yoongi stan @xiubaek13 hold on tight :D.
You looked up, a man with dusty pink hair was standing in the doorway. “Who the fuck are you?”
He seemingly only noticed you now, looking at you, and back at Yoongi. “Really?!”
“What do you mean this is holy ground?” You asked, as he walked over you tried to pull Yoongi up, away from here.
Yoongi shook his head. “Joon, go away.” He croaked, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You know this guy?” You asked, eyes wide and confused.
“Oh he knows me.” The guy said, kneeling down in front of him. “And he needs to get out of here as soon as possible. This house, it used to be a chapel. It’s holy ground, he’ll die if he stays here.” The man coughed. “And so will I.”
He was also a Demi? “Uh…” you hesitated, looking at him. But Yoongi basically let the man grab his arm and lift him up, swinging his arm over his shoulder.
You followed them, running into Taehyung in the hallway who was holding a bunch of supplies. “Come.” You said.
Taehyung frowned. “Who’s that?!” he whisper-yelled at you.
“A friend of Yoongi’s I think.”
“What’s going on?”
“You live in a chapel Tae, demon’s, not even half-demons, can enter apparently.”
The man, who’s name apparently was Joon, helped Yoongi outside so he could sit in his car. “We’ll I guess he can’t feed.” He grumbled, hand pressing against Yoongi’s forehead who seemed to be elated to take in a deep breath. “Can you patch him up?” he asked you.
“Well, I can try?” You said, kinda backing off at his forwardness. “I’m not a doctor tho.”
“Can you or can you not?”
“Hey!” you spat. “How about you tell me who you are before you go around commanding me.”
Taehyung touched your arm, sensing you were uneasy and letting you know he was still there.
The man ran a hand through his hair. “My name’s Namjoon. I’m Yoongi’s….friend. I’m like him, I took him in after he left your place.” He looked at Yoongi. “I told him not to come here, but he has some issues with listening.”
“Okay.” You nodded. “Explain what’s going on while I see what’s going on with him.” Yoongi was leaning against the car, giving you a good angle to reach his bleeding shoulder. Taehyung handed you the scissors, so you could cut away the sleeve of his shirt that was drenched in blood.
“Taehyung baby, I need you to get him something to eat, something sugary. I don’t want him to faint.” You said and Yoongi closed his eyes and leant his head back.
Your friend didn’t say anything, but you saw him leave.
Namjoon started talking the moment he was gone. “Demon’s can’t enter holy ground, like they’re physically incapable of doing so.”
Yoongi’s wound looked like a clean cut, and you dabbed the wet towel to get rid of most of the blood on his skin. “Okay, so?”
“We’re Demi’s, meaning we’re half demon. We can enter, but we’ll suffer the costs of it. Normally our bodies are perfectly capable of withstanding anything that would kill a normal human. But not in there, it’s like we become just as vulnerable as you.” He said, leaning against the car, keeping a close eye on what you were doing.
You sat down the first aid kid on yoongi’s lap. “Is it necessary for me to try do a bad job at stitching him? Or is he going to heal.”
Namjoon popped in his head beside you. “I honestly have no idea. I prefer avoiding places like chapels, and it’s not like I’ve ever seen any of us get shot before.”
“Thanks for the help. Stitches it is.” You mumbled, pouring antiseptic onto a cotton pad. “This is going to hurt like a bitch.”
Yoongi shrugged, licking his lips. “Ask Taehyung about what happened with the board. Joon knows more than I do.”
You nodded, dabbing the pad against his wound. He gritted his teeth, jaw clenching tightly. “My brother and his friends.” You started, slowly trying to clean out the wound. “They used a ouija board tonight, like they did two years ago.”
“I don’t like where this is going.” Namjoon said.
You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know exactly what happened, you’ll have to ask Tae when he returns.”
“Ask me what?” your friend suddenly said, holding out a lollipop to Yoongi, pushing you to the side. “Open up.” He tapped it against his mouth, causing the other to open one eye at him.
“You’re not going to poison me, are you?”
“Funny,” Taehyung deadpanned. “Want me to put it in my mouth first?”
Yoongi took the candy from his hand and popped it into his mouth, leaning his head back again. You had the needle and thread in your hand as you lightly pushed Tae back. “Thank Tae. Now, why don’t you start explaining what happened tonight.”
“Are we still pulling this whole demon thing?” he asked.
You closed you eyes and took a deep breath. “Taehyung, people don’t randomly start coughing up blood now do they.”
“Could you hand me the scissors?” Namjoon asked, holding out his hand to you.
“What are you going to do with them?” you asked, popping the thread through the eye of the needle.
“Stab myself so we can get past the minor issue of your friend being sceptical so he can tell me about this possibly very serious issue with the ouija board.” He said calmly. Wait what? You looked back at Namjoon who moved towards Taehyung. “You see this?” he asked holding up the scissors, and tapped them against Taehyung’s forehead. “They’re real.”
Your friend yelped and stepped back, rubbing his forehead.
“This.” He said, holding up his hand and then pushing Taehyung lightly. “Also real, or well. Have a look.” Namjoon placed his hand on the card, and grabbed the scissors with the other. And then he proceeded to jam the scissors in his hand without even so much as blinking.
Taehyung stared ahead, eyebrows raising to disappear behind the thick cover of his bangs. “Well.”
“Want to try?” Namjoon pulled out the scissors and held it out to him.
Your friend hesitated. “No thanks.”
“Oh, you shoot my friend? But you don’t want to try and stab me when I’m offering?” Namjoon sighed. “Well, just tell me about what happened?”
Taehyung was silent, an odd thing to witness.
“Tae, just tell him.” You hissed
“I could feed on you to make my point more clear.” The other threatened
“NO NO!” Taehyung said, holding out his hands. “No, don’t.”
You sighed and went back to Yoongi, holding his shoulder still. “I’ll just put in 3 or 4 okay?”
Yoongi nodded, but grabbed your hand before you could even touch him. “I’m sorry for upsetting Jungkook.”
“It’s not your fault, it was Taehyung.” You said, shaking off his hand and getting to work while trying to listen to Taehyung’s story.
Your friend talked vaguely, and you could hear he was afraid. “I - no we - we, we were hanging out and Jungkook, the youngest of us…He’s the one that Yoongi uhmm - fed on. He came downstairs with the Ouija board, and we didn’t want to upset him. You see after what happened he gets upset easily. And it’s easier for us if we just go along with him. Not that we knew anything could happen. To be honest the whole idea that demon’s are real is really weird and upsetting and I feel like I’m some teen age girl in a young adult fantasy novel who’s just disc-“
“Stop rambling you’re hurting my brain more than the stitches are hurting me.” Yoongi groaned as you tied the first stitch.
“O - okay.” Taehyung mumbled. “Well we you know, ambiance, we set up a few candles and sat down. And we you know, sat down, knees touching, fingers on the spin thingy. And we moved it around a few times and asked if there were any spirits, I swear we never asked for demons. Who does that? So then, like the time before, it started moving, and in all honesty, it made absolutely no sense.” He paused. You were on the third stitch. “I…I’m not sure what happened. Me and Jimin didn’t see anything, I mean, we thought there was nothing to see? And then Jungkook suddenly got really skittish, he - well he started looking around the room and got really scared. And then he basically stood up so quick that the chair fell back and star-“
“He what?” Namjoon’s voice was really really loud suddenly. It startled you so much that you dropped the needle somewhere by Yoongi’s feet. You knelt down to retrieve it when Namjoon stopped you by grabbing your upper arm. “We all need to go inside, now.”
“What?” you almost stuttered.
“If they broke the circle while summoning there is a chance they released the demon and I’m not sitting here to wait and find out.” He grabbed Yoongi, the elder seemingly just as distressed at that comment. “And by that I mean, when you find out you’re probably already going to be dead.”
You grabbed Taehyung’s hand and pulled him back towards the door and Namjoon helped Yoongi. “You mean like an actual demon, like the thing that - well - ate Yoongi’s soul?”
“Yeah, like that.” Namjoon said.
“But wait they can’t get inside can they?” Taehyung said as you breached the threshold. His arm wrapped protectively around your waist, pulling you into his side.
The two demi’s stood by the doorway, looking up. “I think it starts here, we went past the gate and it felt fine.”
“My parents put that gate there like…not sure, maybe 5 years ago. It’s not part of the original property.” Taehyung’s fingers slipped under the hoodie to wrap around your hip.
Namjoon sighed. “Well, there’s a way. Do you have an issue with desecrating your sacred house?”
Taehyung narrowed his eyes. “I’d much rather not have two half demons inside my home.”
“Tae.” You said. “We can’t let this thing, whatever it is, get to them. They’re not bad people.”
“They’re demons.”
“You didn’t even believe any of that crap 15 minutes ago!” you almost screamed.
“I don’t care, I don’t want them in here.”
You moved out of Taehyung’s embrace facing him. “Tae, listen to me. I don’t know what has gotten into you, I’ve never seen you like this. But I need you to believe me that this is real. I shot Yoongi, I -“ you paused wondering if you should tell him that he fed on you, multiple times, while having sex. “Taehyung you know I love you right?”
He nodded slowly, looking down at you.
“Do you trust me?”
His eyes briefly flickered back to the two man on his doorstep. “For fucks sake what do we have to do?”
“Wow.” Namjoon said. “A definition of wrapped around her little finger right there.”
Yoongi lightly sniggered at his comment.
“I can still refuse to let you in!” Taehyung bit.
“Calm down lover boy. Just get paint, and make a pentagram on the floor.” He said.
Both of you frowned. “A what?” you said.
Jimin appeared from one of the rooms at the back of the hall. “I can do that! Where’s the paint?”
You looked at Taehyung for an explanation. “He watches too much supernatural do not ask me about it I have no idea.”
Yoongi groaned, and sat down against the door. “I don’t care as long as he hurries up.”
“We’ll come help find the pain.” Taehyung said taking your hand and pulling you along. He guided you into the kitchen. “There has to be a can of spraypaint here somewhere.”
Jimin looked at you, eyes landing on your hand in Taehyung’s.
“What?” Taehyung asked.
“Nothing.” Jimin said, sarcastically so, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
You started opening cabinets in Taehyung’s mother’s way too big kitchen. The white of the cabinets, the marble kitchen isle with the 6 pit stove and the double sink with cooker. Three people lived in this house and the kitchen alone was as big as half your own house. Not that you and Jungkook needed any more, you lived in a small two floor house together. Your parents paid for it, as they paid for most of your expenses. They worked abroad a lot, not home at least 80% of the time, the two of you having grown up with your grandparents who lived on a farm not too far away from here. When your granddad died you had to move to the smaller house you lived in now, and your grandmother had recently moved into a nursing home. She was getting old and you were perfectly fine taking care of yourself and Jungkook.
“Babe?” Tae asked, coming up beside you, Jimin still rummaging through cabinets. “Are you okay?”
“Tae, there’s real life demons in your house, of course she’s not okay.” Jimin spoke with his head in the cabinet under the sink.
“No,” you mumbled, “I’m alright, I’m just…” You took a deep breath as Taehyung slowly rubbed his hand up and down your back. “How am I going to explain this to Jungkook?”
Your best friend hugged you, resting his chin on top of your head, lightly swaying you from side to side. “We’ll figure it out, it’s going to be okay.”
“I got it.” Jimin called suddenly, jumping up with a can of spraypaint in his hand. “Why was this in the kitchen again?”
Taehyung let go of you, but never left your proximity. “Oh, it’s to touch up the walls here, in case my mom gets food on it.”
Jimin nodded, setting the can down on the counter. “So explain to me first, what the actual fuck is going on?”
You grabbed one of the stools, sitting down on it and leaning against Taehyung lightly. “So what I told you was true, about Yoongi, and the other guy’s name is Namjoon. They’re half-demons or Demi’s. Now, you guys were playing with that fucked up board again and somehow broke the circle, like Tae said Jungkook broke away?” Jimin nodded briefly. “Apparently breaking the circle releases the contacted spirit or demon or whatever. And they’re not talking lightly about it, it seems to be really serious.”
“I mean…if demons are real. Like what Yoongi did to Jungkook as a half-demon, imagine what the real ones could do?” Tae stated.
You nodded in agreement. “Do you guys feel fine? Like nothing happened to you?” Both of them shook their heads, saying they felt fine. “I remember Yoongi talking about like somehow being able to feel it when the demon took his soul, so you’re probably okay. I’m glad.”
“So how to we put this demon back?” Jimin asked. “How do we even find it?”
Suddenly, a loud crash came from your right, Taehyung yelled out in pain and toppled over on his knees. You immediately knelt down beside him. “Tae?” He was holding his side in pain.
There was shattered glass everywhere, but it was too dark outside to see anything but black. The kitchen window was shattered, glass strewn everywhere on the black tile floor.
A deep voice sounded from by the window. “Don’t worry about finding that demon, he’s found you.”
You watched in fear as a hand reached through the broken window, breaking away the shards of glass still stuck in the window frame.
“Y/n?!” Yoongi’s voice came from by the door, you looked at him, his eyes adverting to the window. “Oh my god, shit. How is he-“
“Yoongi?” You asked, the hand by the window reaching for the doorknob.
“Jimin, get out of the kitchen, now!” He called, kneeling down beside you, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and swinging it over his shoulder. “Let’s go, I have no idea how that thing got in here, but we need to get into the hallway.”
You frowned, but the door opened and you were too afraid to stick around and find out what he meant. Then you realised. The kitchen was a recent addition to the home, it wasn’t part of the original property, like the gate. Meaning that anything, including that demon could enter. “Oh my god.” You called, scrambling up from the floor and helping Taehyung out of the room just as you felt fingers graze your back.
“Well, smart aren’t you?” the man said.
With a shaky breath you turned to face him. His features were sharp, skin tanned and hair pitch black. He looked clean, well-dressed, and surprisingly human. His feet were all the way up the the edge of the doorway, hands braced on either side of the frame. “What do you want?” you spat.
He shrugged, giving you a grin that made your skin crawl. “I was called here, you know. I didn’t come here on my own free will. But now that I am here, I might as well have some fun. How bout you come and play pretty thing?”
“Don’t listen to him!” Namjoon’s voice suddenly sounded, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back from the door.
“Yoongi, you’re bleeding.” Jimin said, and you turned to look, finding a small trail of blood running from Yoongi’s nose.
“Well,” the demon mused. “As much as I cannot get in here, you cannot stay there Yoongi. So how about you come here so we can talk?”
You caught sight of the paint can that was still standing on the counter. None of you would be able to reach it without having to face the wrath of whatever that man was.
None of you heard his footsteps, or his voice when he asked what was wrong. But everyone heard the blood curling scream that erupted from Jungkook’s lips as he laid eyes on the man in the doorway.
Within seconds you were with him, pulling him away, turning him around to face away from the man. His face was stricken with fear, in a way you’d never seen before. Your brother’s whole body was trembling, his knees buckled and Namjoon caught him before he collapsed to the floor, letting him down slowly. “Kookie?” you whispered. “Hey, look at me.” You cupped his cheeks and made him look at you. “Hey, you’re okay, it’s going to be okay.”
You looked over his shoulder at the demon, who cocked his head to the side and observed your brother. “Interesting.”
“Jimin, close the door.” You said.
“My pleasure.” He said, slamming the door in the man’s face and effectively getting his fingers stuck between the hinges. There wasn’t much more than a hiss from him.
“I’m not leaving!” He called. “You can’t leave this house, without having to face me. I have all eternity.”
You brushed your brother’s hair back from his face, his skin pale and cold. “Hey? It’s okay, I’m here.”
His lip quivered. “Hi-his face.”
“What?” you frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about.
“His face, the demon.” Namjoon said. “With the extent of what Yoongi did back then he must be able to see him exactly how we see him. The picture is not pretty, trust me.”
“Guys,” Yoongi groaned, bracing himself against the wall. “You really need to find paint or something, I won’t hold up much longer.”
Au: Supernatural!Au
Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook
Wordcount: 3653
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation,
A/N: A honourable mention to @xingtrash for helping me with this story :3 my loyal advisor. And of course my fav Yoongi stan @xiubaek13 hold on tight :D.
“Jimin.” Taehyung grumbled from somewhere beside you. “There might be paint in the garage, the green cabinet.”
“I’ll be back.” He said, running off down the hall into the back of the house.
“Yoongi?” Jungkook whispered, sitting up against the wall with your help. His eyes were trained on Yoongi, who wiped the blood from under his nose.
The elder blinked a few times, swallowing thickly before standing up. “Hey kiddo.” Yoongi knelt down beside him, but you weren’t sure whether it was because they gave out or not. Your brother looked at him with hope, and a crooked smile, before he fell into his arm. He held on tight, burying his face into his shoulder even though Yoongi was smaller than him. Yoongi’s eyes met yours over your brother’s shoulders, and you nodded approvingly.
“Please don’t leave again.” Jungkook all but cried. And you saw Yoongi’s eyes flicker over in fear at his comment.
“I’m here, it’s okay.” He said.
You let them be, scooting over to see what happened to Taehyung. “Hey.” You said, touching his chin to make him look at you. “What happened?”
“I think he threw something at me.” He grumbled, holding onto his side.
With a delicate touch you lifted up his sweater, revealing tanned skin swollen with an upcoming bruise. “Shit Tae,” you mumbled, letting your fingers ghost over the mark, he took in a sharp breath trying not to move too much. “I’d get you ice but it’s all in the kitchen.” He sighed and you sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “We’ll figure something out.”
Jimin returned, panting from running and fussing about. “Thanks fuckhead, there was no blue cabinet.”
“I said green dumbass.” He shot back.
“Okay.” Namjoon said. “Just draw two, one for me and one for Yoongi, preferably by the wall.
JImin nodded, getting to work.
Taehyung looked at his mother’s hardwood floor with a wince as Jimin started spraying a big circle on one side of the hallway. “If my mom sees this she’s going to castrate me.” He mumbled.
“It’s wash of Tae.” Jimin said. Both circles were kind of lopsided but Namjoon wasn’t complaining. It didn’t take him too long to finish the stars on the inside. “Is this okay?” he asked, looking up.
“Perfect.” Namjoon stepped inside, a shudder visibly passing through his body as Yoongi stood up from the ground. “Now, we’ll be stuck in here from the moment we enter.”
“Excuse me?” Yoongi spat. “You mean I can’t get out of that tiny circle?”
“What?” Taehyung spoke up. “Do you want my chairs and food as well?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes at him. “Now, if anything at all happens. Someone needs to break the pentagram and we’ll be able to get out perfectly fine. This just keeps away the holy ground. It’s a bit of a contradictory situation but hey, it works.”
Yoongi grumbled something from under his breath, his nose still bleeding. He moved into the circle and Jungkook followed him silently, sitting down close to his side. They quickly engaged in a hushed conversation as Jungkook dried his tear stained cheeks.
Jimin grabbed Taehyung’s arm. “Let’s get you a cold towel or something, you look like you’re about to die.”
“I’ll come.” You said.
“No,” Tae groaned as he got up. “You need to rest, you look like you’re about to pass out any minute.”
You sighed, but it was true. It was what, 5 am? You body was heavy and lethargic, your stomach was growling for food that was now being held captive by a fucking demon out of all things.
“So that’s your brother?” Namjoon asked from across from you.
The other two weren’t that far away, but the way they kept their voices hushed made it too hard for your tired ears to properly understand. “Yeah.”
“I thought you hated Yoongi?”
“Well…” you sighed, looking at the man in question. He seemed tired, and his shirt was hanging off his shoulder on one side, stitches and blood clearly visible. Jungkook reached out for it, worried for his friend. Probably asking where he’d been and what he’d seen. “I used to yeah. I thought he was a bad influence on my brother, and in the end I was both right and wrong.”
“How so?”
“I should’ve given him a chance, seen what it was that made my brother love him so much. I mean to Jungkook he was like the elder sibling I could never be. I was strict, tried to keep him on the straight a narrow, I tried to steer him. Yoongi guided him, he took him out to parties, and taught him how to drive.” You hated the fact that you were fighting back tears. “I mean. I always avoided him, even though I had a huge stupid crush on him when i was 15. I never wanted to like him, and when the incident with the board happened and everything crashed down…I felt like I was right. It only enforced my feeling because I was unaware of any other reality that the one I made up.”
Namjoon nodded. “That’s okay. We all try to look out for our younger siblings.” He nodded towards the two on the other side. “I haven’t seen Yoongi smile like that, ever in the past two year that I’ve known him.”
“You realise I can hear you right?” Yoongi suddenly interrupted.
You laughed. “Care to share your own conversation?”
“I was just telling Jungkook about China.” He mused innocently.
You thought back to the motel room. The way he’d devoured your mouth, how he’d thrown you on the bed and went down on you for what might’ve been an hour. Or well, that’s what it seemed like. His lips, tongue, teeth on your skin, the sound of his voice. “Wait.” You frowned. “Namjoon can I ask you something?”
“Sure?”
“You guys, like Demi’s, can you….you know, procreate?”
He frowned for a second until he realised what you were getting at. Then he turned to Yoongi. “You slept with her?!”
Oh god. “Jungkook, why don’t you go see if the others need any help upstairs.”
The damage had been done though. Jungkook might be broken but he wasn’t stupid. He narrowed his eyes at you, eyes landing on your neck. “Fine.” He got up with a huff, shuffling into the kitchen
“Thank you.”
“WHY did you do that?!” Yoongi spat.
“WHY are you so upset about me outing you?!” Namjoon shot back.
You moved your hands around frantically. “Okay, calm down.” You pointed at Yoongi. “What’s your problem?”
He let out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, just, you know, the fact that I promised your brother 4 years ago that I wouldn’t sleep with his sister.” He said.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” He grumbled. “Thanks.”
“Wait.” You realised. “Does that mean you wanted to sleep with me all the way back then.”
He shrugged, looking at you. “I always had a thing for you, but I thought you hated me so the promise wasn’t that hard to keep. Turns out I was wrong eh?”
You blushed at his comment, shaking it away before turning to the other. “What’s your issue here? We’re bo-“
“You realised we feed on people during sex right, use ecstasy instead of happiness?” His face was serious and he was trying to make a point.
“Yes?”
His face fell. “Oh well, some people are into some weird stuff I guess then.”
A soft chuckle left you lips and you pat his shoulder. “Can you please just answer my question before I have a pregnancy scare.”
“Do you not trust me?” Yoongi asked.
“Shut up.”
“He didn’t lie to you, it’s true. We can’t have kids in the same way that doesn’t allow us to get physically injured.” He looked at Yoongi’s shoulder. “Wait, you didn’t have se-“
“NOT IN HERE!” You and Yoongi yelled in unison.
“Okay…but what about your boyfriend?” he ran a hand through his pink hair. “I mean, you have to do whatever you want to do but…it’s not fair to him walking around like that.”
“Oh, Tae’s not my boyfriend.”
He raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you sure?”
You bit your lip, looking away. “Very. We broke up a couple of months ago.”
“Wait, you dated?” Yoongi asked seemingly very confused.
If there was one story you weren’t up to tell everyone right now it was your messed up relationship with Taehyung. About how you’d gotten together with him just before Yoongi left, but broke up because of the shit he caused. Because of your broken life and tired mind that couldn’t invest any emotions into Taehyung who seemed to not care. He just wanted to be with you, but it didn’t feel right. You thought people looking like a kicked puppy was just an expression but you could still see the look on his face as you told him you had to break up. The tears in his eyes, the quiver in his lip. He’d come by your place the same night to slip under your covers and held you as you cried. He was still there when Jungkook’s screams woke you up, and when you came back from his room an hour later. In all honesty he’d never left. “I don’t want to talk about it.” You mumbled.
Yoongi tilted his head to look at you. “Should I tell Jungkook?”
“About me and Tae? He knows.”
The blonde shook his head. “No, about the whole situation. I’ll tell him if you want me to.”
“He’s not a kid anymore Yoongi, he deserves an explanation.”
“Okay.”
“So…” you trailed. “How do we put mister demon back to hell, or wherever he came from.”
Namjoon ran a hand through his hair again. “To be honest I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean you’re not sure?!” Yoongi gasped. “You’re saying we’re stuck here until mister goes back on his own?”
“I don’t know!” Namjoon called back. “I’m not an expert on this okay?! I don’t mess around with ouija boards and shit like that.”
“Can’t we like exorcise him?” you tried.
“Possibly, but we’d need to figure out a ritual, and I don’t have anyone I can contact for stuff like that.” Namjoon said, leaning his head back.
You clicked your tongue, realising that the situation was more complicated than you expected. “Wait, Yoongi, did you notice something about Jungkook?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, I should’ve said something sooner, but he’s okay.”
A weight fell off your shoulders, and you let out a deep breath, your brother was okay. He was fine.
Namjoon was fiddling with something in his hand, his pink hair starting to loose it’s slicked back shape. “Quite an odd hair colour for a demon?”
He chuckled. “It was this way when my soul was taken, I’m basically stuck with it.”
“Wait?” you questioned. “When was that?”
“Oh, about 15 years ago.”
“You guys don’t age?”
“No, we don’t.” He said, catching your stare. “I’m 38.”
You leant your head back against the wall thinking everything over. To not age, to be faces with your biggest regrets, a combination that you weren’t sure you’d be able to live out. “Yoongi?”
“Hmm?”
“What did you mean, back at the motel, when you said. “Then we die.””?
His eye briefly widened at your comment, probably not expecting you to ask or wonder about his comment much. He chewed on his lip for a while before answering you, looking at Namjoon before he looked at you. “When we…completely our transition we become a demon. It means to loose our - well - earthly presence and become a demon. We’d become soul eaters. Namjoon and I, we don’t…It’s not something we want. So we will basically live this crap life and take it before it goes to that point.”
You stared in silence, unsure of what to say. They were basically going to kill themselves before they became a demon. “But…how long does it take?” Namjoon had been like this for 15 years, and he seemed to be doing fine. “How do you know when it’s…time?”
Namjoon sat up straight. “You just, know. The man who taught me to live like this told me, it’s a feeling. For him it was maybe 20 odd years he said. But it apparently differs for everybody.”
“But you can’t die?”
“We can.” He said, pointing around. “We go onto holy ground and take our own lives.”
“I don’t want to interrupt the lecture.” JImin suddenly said from by the stairwell. “But what are we going to do?” He’d maybe brushed his hair and cleaned his face, but he looked tired and worn.
Taehyung was beside him, looking even worse. His skin was paling and his eyes were tired and small.
“Taehyung, how old is this house?”
“Uhmmmm, not sure, might be from like the 1800’s? Why?” he sat down on the stairs, for a strange reason trying to keep his eyes away from you.
“It’s a stretch maybe, but is there perhaps an old library in there, from back in the days?” Namjoon asked.
You knew the answer before Taehyung said it. “Yeah, there is. It’s in the back. My parents didn’t want to get rid of any of the old like registers and papers from back in the days. Something about preserving history or something.”
“There might be books there, like old ritual books.”
You gasped. “You’re going to tel me witches are real as well?”
He nodded. “I’ve never met any, and some say they’re extinct. But they did use to exist. They might not be your original conception of a witch. They were basically the opposite force of demons, contrary to what many believed they worked together with the church to cast them out. They’re more so…I’m not sure what to call it but exorcists seems an odd term for it.”
“I’m not sure if we have those books though?” Tae mumbled.
“It’s worth a shot, they probably have odd signs in them or on them. They’re easily recognisable from the inside. If there are any in there, there should be rituals in there that we can use to cast out the soul eater or even kill it.”
“Let’s get to work then.” Jimin said. “It’ll distract me from the hunger.”
You wanted to laugh at his comment, but your stomach growled and you realised the sun was about to come up and you guys were going to need food. “Where’s Kook?”
“In bed, he nodded off as I was helping Tae.” Jimin pulled you up from the ground. “Do we need to unleash you guys?” he asked the other two.
Yoongi let out a dry chuckle. “Ha, ha, Park, funny.”
“You guys go, I doubt we’ll be able to properly get our hands on any of those books. They’re probably warded. Plus, I wanted to talk to Yoongi.”
You nodded softly, following the other two to the dusty old library.
The three of you split up, each taking a wall lined with books to find anything that looked remotely like a witch book. Or whatever. There were hundreds of books in the room and it would take you ages to find it, but then again you didn’t have much of a choice. None of you spoke as you pulled out stacks of books to open them and put them back when you realised there wasn’t much in there that seemed valuable.
It was frustrating and you wanted to cry and scream and just do something, let out all the frustration. There was nobody to blame for this, really. Could you blame Yoongi for what he did? Sure, you could, but you just wanted to believe him in that he didn’t do anything on purpose. The way he was with Jungkook he’d never, it would be unlikely. But then again, Yoongi was unrelated to what had happened tonight. Sure maybe it was because of how Jungkook was. But that would mean you had to blame Jungkook for letting out the demon. For taking the board and begging the others to just do it for the heck of it. And you didn’t want to do that. If anybody got any more hurt than they already had, you didn’t want to blame him. He couldn’t have known. You were possibly most mad at Tae. For following Jungkook along, for shooting Yoongi, for just being his reckless ass self. But you loved him, and you could never hate him.
By the time you’d finished the first half of your shelve you were about to topple over. “How long have we been in here.”
“An hour or so, the sun’s rising.” Taehyung said.
You sat down on the floor, just grabbing the books your could reach. The first book you opened was leather bound and felt handmade, old like it was about to fall apart at the slightest touch. It fell open, cover slipping away from the paper. “Guys.” You said, staring at the pages. The handwriting was cursive and not perfectly legible, but the drawings. There were signs, circles with engravings much like a complicated pentagram.
The other two rushed over, looking to see what you had in front of you. “Oh my god, is that it?”
“That’s it.” Jimin said. “We found it!”
“Is there more?” Tae asked, kneeling beside you and pulling out the row of books that was similarly bound. “There’s at least ten of them here!”
You felt elated, and even dared to smile for a bit. It was one step closer to freedom. “Let’s sit down so we can go through them, try to find something that looks like a ritual for whatever we need.”
The table was by the wall, and you sat down next to Taehyung on the cushioned bench. “You look tired.” He said, brushing a hand over your hair.
“We’re all tired, Taehyung.” You mumbled, taking a book from the stack and opening it in front of you.
He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Please close your eyes for a bit, I don’t want you collapsing.” He nuzzled your hair and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Me and Jimin can go through the books together.”
Something in you wanted to protest but your body was sluggish and you felt yourself leaning into him. He was warm and comfortable and the scent of his cologne still faintly lingered on his skin. You ended up with your head in his lap, curling up on the couch as Taehyung slowly flipped through the book in front of him.
Sleep wasn’t coming to you though, and your brain was wide awake with all certain ideas. Jungkook, who you still had to explain everything to. Yoongi, who you just had sex with because you’d let your guard down. Taehyung who you felt like you’d betrayed by that even though you guys weren’t really together. You wondered if he’d put together the pieces, he probably had, and if so he’d done a surprising good job of not saying anything about it.
You just, you had to tell Jungkook. What happened to him, what he’d seen, that everything was real, that he wasn’t crazy. That all the test that had been run on him, all the times you’d yelled at him, when you told him it wasn’t real, it was all for nothing. Part of you was glad, but the other part wasn’t. You remembered clearly, Yoongi telling you that there was no possible way to fix it. To fix him. He was going to have to deal with this for the rest of his life possible.
Yoongi had fed on you and you had recovered almost instantly, so why your brother hadn’t recovered in the last 2 years was still a mystery to you. You’d have to ask about it once you’d get the time, but that wasn’t now.
“Tae.” Jimin spoke softly, probably wary to not wake you up. You pretended to be asleep. “As your friend,”
“Jimin save it.” Taehyung whispered harshly.
“I’m serious.” The other sighed, audibly closing the book in front of him. “She had sex with him Tae, are you dumb? I know you’re not together, but she lets him do whatever to her and then comes here and falls straight back into your arms. You’re going to just let that breeze past? Min Yoongi out of all people?”
You wanted to speak up for yourself, defend yourself. The words coming from Jimin didn’t make you feel any better about yourself.
Taehyung put a hand on your shoulder, and you stirred lightly. “You realise she’s not asleep right?”
Of course Taehyung knew. You sat up straight, brushing your hair down. When your eyes landed on Jimin he didn’t look away. His eyes widened and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Y/n, I -“
“Don’t even Jimin. I don’t care if you think I’m sleeping around like some whore, but you don’t have to worry about Tae and me.” You got up and grabbed a book from the stack. “We’re not getting back together anytime soon.”
It wasn’t as much Jimin’s shocked expression that startled you, it was Taehyung’s deafening silence. He didn’t even look up at you as you focused on the way his fingers trembled holding the leather bound book. You realised the words must’ve hurt him more than you initially expected. The situation probably gave him hope of you giving him a second chance somehow, sometime soon. Always hopeful.
“Tae?”
“Don’t.” He whispered, voice unsteady and hoarse, not even trying to hold back his feelings. “I don’t want to do this right now.”
You opened your mouth to say something to him, but there was a faint sound coming from down the hall. And then louder.
Au: Supernatural!Au
Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook
Wordcount: 3368
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation,
A/N: A honourable mention to @xingtrash for helping me with this story :3 my loyal advisor. And of course my fav Yoongi stan @xiubaek13 hold on tight :D.
“What happened?” You said, putting the phone on speaker and flinging it onto the bed. There was no time to wait, so you got dressed while giving Yoongi a sign to stay silent. “TAEHYUNG!” you screamed when he didn’t reply, jeans halfway up your legs.
“Sorry!” he answered, and you could practically hear the tears in his voice. “He’s just- JIMIN!” There was another loud crash, the sound of something breaking. “He’s seeing something and I-“
Yoongi rudely interrupted him. “Taehyung what did you do?!” he said, brusk, already fully dressed.
“Wait…Yoongi?”
“WHAT DID YOU DO?!” he yelled, making you flinch.
“We…” he hesitated, he’d done something wrong and he was scared to admit it. “Jungkook pulled out the ouija board, I swear it wasn’t our idea. He begge-“
“Taehyung.” Yoongi said, throwing you his sweater that was by the door, keys in hand, ready to leave. “Whatever you do, get yourself and Jungkook out of that house. Go somewhere safe. We’re coming to get you okay?”
“WE?” Taehyung shouted. “What the fu-“
“Taehyung.” You said, trying to stay calm after you’d pulled Yoongi’s sweater on without thinking. “Just listen to him, please.”
“TAE!” Jimin was shouting and the phonecall was cut short.
You stared at the device, stunned, tears in your eyes.
“Come on!” Yoongi said, grabbing your arm. “I’ll explain on the way there.”
With your phone in hand you ran down the stairs after him, he got a big head start, reaching the car way before you. The engine was running before you got in, and he was driving before you had the chance to close the door.
“Light a cigarette for me.” He said, reaching in his pocket, swerving through the turn with one hand on the wheel. With screeching wheels you had to hold on as he threw the pack of cigarettes and lighter in your lap.
“You want me to light a cigarette for you?!” you yelled.
“We won’t get there any faster whether you light it or not, just do it!” he said.
You put the cigarette between your lips, using the lighter when he reached the straight road of the highway. The first inhale was too heavy for your lungs that were burning with anxiety. You coughed as you handed it to him. “Now tell me what happened?!”
He went full speed, the engine roared in the night. “I was here because the soul eater that did this to me always crowds around this place during halloween. They can be quite territorial. If they really used the board again there’s a big chance Jungkook got touched, or even one of the others.” He said, taking a deep drag.
“Touched?”
“When a demon or Demi touch your soul.” He rolled down the window to tap of his cigarette. “Listen, when I touched Jungkook’s soul - No, when a Demi touches someone’s soul they can only take away their happiness, they cannot take their whole soul and put them into transition. Only soul eaters can do that, and they cannot touch you if you haven’t called on them.”
“But?”
“Jungkook has already been touched by me, when that happens, it basically leaves a mark on his soul. He’s probably been telling you-“ Yoongi hit the brakes, the car almost stopping as he swerved around to take the exit. “That the shadows have been moving.”
“Yes!”
“They’re called Umbers, they’re like vultures. They circle around broken souls and feed on their sorrow. Soul eaters value broken souls more than happy ones. They are from hell after all.” He had to slow down, but he wasn’t any less reckless, tires almost smoking as he got onto the main street. “Jungkook could be in serious danger, if not all of them. If Jungkook went into transition or worse.”
“WORSE?! WHAT COULD BE WORSE?!” You yelled at him.
Then your phone rang, scaring you so bad you almost dropped it.
It was Taehyung, you picked it up quickly. “Tae?”
“We’re at my place, Jungkook seems to have calmed down a bit. But he’s far from okay. How far are you guys?” he asked, voice sounding hoarse but much calmer.
You looked outside. “We’re about 5 minutes away. They’re at Tae’s.” The last part was to Yoongi. “Is he hurt Tae?”
“He might have a few bruises and scrapes, but we wrapped him up on the couch.” Taehyung said something to Jimin probably, that you didn’t fully understand. “Why are you with fucking Min Yoongi out of all people?”
“I’ll explain when we’re there okay?” you said, trying to not set Taehyung off. To say the least, you were unsure of what Taehyung was going to do when he saw Yoongi. His temper was quite short.
It wasn’t too long of an awkward silence until Yoongi stopped the car in front of Taehyung’s house. It was huge, old, the gate ajar and your best friend’s Kia Sportage was messily parked by the door. Both of you leapt out of the car and towards the front door.
The door was swung open before you could ring the bell and you were enveloped in one of Taehyung’s bone-crushing hugs. He pressed his nose against your hair. “Thank god you’re okay.” He whispered, letting go of you and cupping your cheeks. “You are okay right?” his soft brown eyes looked into yours, and then they caught sight of Yoongi.
That’s when you noticed the hunting rifle in his hand. “You are not getting inside this house.” Taehyung pulled you inside, stepping in front of you. He pointed the gun at Yoongi. “I don’t want your rat ass anywhere near her or Jungkook. Get lost.”
Yoongi sighed, and you saw him hang his head.
“Listen,”you pulled his hand. “He can help okay. Put down the gun, you’re going to shoot yourself in the foot with that.”
“I’ll go wait in the car.” Yoongi stated with a bit of a sad smile, before turning back and walking to his car.
You turned to Taehyung, “Where the fuck did you get that?”
“It’s my dad’s.”
“You don’t know how to even use that!”
“Oh I bet you I can, want me to try with the back of his head as a target.”
“Tae, you cannot just shoot someone!”
He gritted his teeth, knowing you were right. Even if you knew that Yoongi wouldn’t be hurt, you didn’t want to risk it.
“I would strangle you right now if I didn’t want to see my brother this badly.” You pushed at the gun, lowering the muzzle. “I told you to put it down! Someone’s going to get hurt!”
He glared at you before taking your hand and leading you down the hall. There used to be a reception room but you’d turned it into your hang out room. A small couch, a few beanbags, tv, it was cozy.
“Kookie.” You gasped, seeing your little brother shaking on the couch with Jimin next to him. He looked up at the sound of your voice, eyes puffy and red, cheeks drained of any colour.
“Nimmy,” he whimpered.
You rushed over, and Jimin immediately made space for you to hug your brother closer. He manoeuvred himself out of the blanket to wrap his arms around your waist as you cradled him head. It didn’t take long for the dams to break again, soft sobs came from his lips as you felt the tears stain your neck. “Shh Nochu it’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“It’s all so real, please, you have to believe me. Please believe me.” he cried, holding onto you for dear life. “It’s not in my head. Please.”
His hair was messed up, and you combed out the tangles with your fingers, gently rocking him from side to side until his crying lessened. You pulled away, drying his tears with the sleeves of Yoongi’s sweater. “I know, god, I know. I’m so sorry for never believing you.”
All those months, you’d told Jungkook that what he saw wasn’t real. That the monsters he saw would go away, that the shadows would stop moving. But it turned out that it was real, and you just couldn’t see it. “I believe you now.”
“I love you so much.” You whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead and hugging him again. He seemed sleepy, and rested his head on your shoulder. Before the whole incident Jungkook was different, he was loud around his friends, fiercely competitive, and confident. But everything he was feeling had turned him into a small and quiet boy again like when he was 6. You, Taehyung, and Jimin always took care of him, even when you didn’t need to. Babying him was normal to you, but you just wanted to see him smile again. To see him do that little jut with his chin when he beat Tae in Mario Kart.
“Nimmy?” he mumbled, as he leant over to put his head in your lap. You kept running your fingers through his hair, knowing it would calm him down.
“Yes?”
“Taehyung said you were with Yoongi?” he asked, voice soft, and barely audible.
Your heart constricted, unsure of what to tell him. Taehyung was probably going to scream at you when this was over. Most definitely for sleeping with Yoongi, because he’d probably seen the evidence littered around your neck. “I was.”
The younger’s eyes lit up as he looked up at you expectantly. He’d missed him so much. “Is he here?”
“Jungkook…” Taehyung started, but you looked back at him. You gave him a look, pleading him to leave the fighting for later. Jungkook had to see Yoongi, even if it was just for the blonde to check if he was okay.
“Taehyung, let her, she knows what’s best for him.” Jimin said. The eldest of your friend group was still sitting next to you on the couch and you’d blatantly forgotten to give him any acknowledgement.
But you gasped when you looked at him. “Oh my god.” He had a huge bruise on his jawline, and some scratches on his exposed shoulder. “What happened?”
Jimin slowly gave a nod towards the boy sleeping in your lap. “I tried to hold him back at your place but he was too strong and I kind of got slammed into the staircase.” He touched his jaw, wincing slightly. “He didn’t mean to, it’s okay. I’m glad he’s calm now.”
You smiled softly at him, and turned back to Taehyung. “Can you get Yoongi for me.”
Taehyung huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me what happened, and we’ll see about it.” He had that determined look in his eyes and you were honestly too tired to fight him. Jungkook was seemingly okay, so you hoped that nothing what Yoongi had insinuated had happened. If your brother underwent the same faith as him you’d strangle him with your own hands. “I’m serious.”
“Fine.” You grumbled. “I was at the bar, back on main street. And there he was, sitting there, drinking whiskey. So my half drunk ass went up to him and started yelling, he tried to stop me and took me to his car. It basically ended with me forcing him to explain to me what happened. He took me to the motel he was staying at-“
Your best friend was fed up enough to interrupt you. “Classy, did you see his stash.”
“Hey! Let me finish!” you barked at him, covering Jungkook’s ear at the loudness of your own voice. “He took me to his motel and explained that it all started the night with the ouija board. Apparently we called on some sort of demon that ate his soul and now he’s a half demon or something. It’s all new to me and very vague. But trust me, I shot him with a gun and he didn’t even as much as flinch.”
“I want to try that.” Taehyung said, taking the rifle from where he’d put it down and moving towards the door.
“Stop! Hear me out first.” You said, and as expected, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Apparently Yoongi is transitioning to become a demon and he feeds of of bits of people’s happiness to survive. When everything had just happened he has no control, he didn’t know what was happening to him. He accidentally over-fed on Jungkook.”
“That’s it.” Taehyung growled, and Jimin shot up to stop him. “Let me go Jimin, I’ll put the whole magazine through his fucking nutjob head.”
You sighed. “Tae.”
“No, don’t Tae me! I love you, so much, you know that. But I cannot believe that you are stupid enough to fall for a shit story like that! He’s playing with your head baby.” Taehyung said, pointing at you. “I’m not going to let him hurt you too.”
“Taehyung, she must have some reason to believe him.”
“Ask him to come inside and I’m sure he’ll let you try put a bullet through his head.” You said. “But please not in front of Jungkook. Whatever beef you think have with Yoongi, don’t get him caught up in it. If what Yoongi says is true he never intentionally hurt Jungkook, and Jungkook will never see it that way. He wants to see his best friend again Tae, he misses him.” You tried to convince him. “If it was me Tae, would you let Jimin shoot me?”
Your best friend gritted his teeth and dropped the rifle. “God damnit. I swear to fucking god he better prove his point. He gets 5 minutes, not a second longer.”
“Thank you.”
He huffed, crossing his arm over his chest, pouting like the little child he still was inside. “I’ll go get him.”
Jimin looked at Taehyung as he left. “He has a point, your story sounds like a load of crap.”
You sighed, leaning your head back against the couch. “I know Jimin. Do you think I don’t know how it sounds? But I swear I’m not just pulling this out of my ass, you know I wouldn’t lie for him.”
The black haired boy cocked his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “But you’d sleep with him?”
The hickeys, he must’ve seen them on your neck. Not that you’d sen them yourself, but you could feel them. “Please just go to see if he doesn’t try to murder him before he’s inside.”
Jimin nodded once and turned to leave you alone with your brother. He seemed to have drifted off to sleep, peacefully, a rare sight to behold. You touched his cheek, it was warm, and he stirred lightly but didn’t wake up. He just turned himself and pressed his face against your stomach. A chuckle left your lips, moments like this, even though everything seemed to be turning on itself, you could feel a little calm. When he was with you and seemed to be sleeping, not having a care in the world.
If anything were to happen to him you’d never forgive yourself, you wouldn’t have anyone to blame but yourself. Because you found it necessary to go and drink tonight, which wasn’t an obligation. If you’d just been there and stopped them from using the board, maybe it’d all be okay.
You wondered if something had happened to him, but he seemed okay.
“Well, here he is.” Taehyung’s voice sounded from around the corner, pushing Yoongi forward into the room, with the rifle.
“Taehyung, I thought I told you to put that damn thing away?” you snarled, slowly lifting Jungkook’s head from your lap and onto a pillow so you could leave the couch.
Yoongi looked at you, seemingly unfazed by the gun. “I don’t remember him being this hostile.”
“Well,” you started. “He thinks he’s all that and then some, because he has a gun. But he’ll shoot himself before he shoots you.”
“I probably shouldn’t threaten him should I?” Yoongi chuckled.
“Leave that for when the gun’s gone.” You rolled your eyes, shooting Taehyung a look. Not that the other was responding. That gun was staying.
“So, care to explain?” Jimin said gently, probably hoping for this to go smoothly just like you.
Yoongi sighed, stepping away and moving towards the couch. The two others in the room startled at the movement and looked warily at Jungkook. “Don’t worry.” He rubbed his eye. “I’m just sitting on the armrest. My head’s hurting.”
His head was hurting? Seemed a little odd for someone who can’t get shot right? Maybe something was really wrong. “Just tell him before he looses his non existent patience and shoot you.” You mumbled.
“Long story short? When we used the ouija board 3 years ago, a demon took my soul. It turned me into a half demon and when I tried to cope with what I was going through, unknowing what it was, I fed on Jungkook. It was never my intention to hurt him, trust me. But I left before I could do much more harm.” Yoongi waited for an answer after that, not seeming bothered by the gun pointed at his head at all.
Your best friend scoffed, rolling his eyes at the story. “Okay, so let me get this straight.” Taehyung said. “You come here to explain what you did to Jungkook. You make up a shit story about demon’s. But you forget to mention you used to be a cocaine addict and that your br-“
“SHUT UP!” Yoongi yelled, he was from his place in seconds moving towards Taehyung. “What happened here is unrelated to my past, and I don’t even want to know how you found out. But you’d never understand, you piece of shit. You’re parents are filthy rich, you probably won’t have to pay a single bill until you move out of this dusty old house. You have no idea what it’s like to struggle.” He growled. “Don’t put up a tone like that with me.” You stared at Yoongi, unsure of what to do. His shoulders were tense with anger, hands balled into fists by his side.
Taehyung raised his eyebrows. “Wow, addict, criminal and piteous. Well guess what, I don’t give a fuck.”
“You spoiled brat.” Yoongi growled, and made a sudden movement that looked too much like he was going to punch him. But he reached for his head right as Taehyung pulled the trigger, out of pure shock.
Yoongi’s knees gave out from under him before the bullet could properly hit him wherever Tae was aiming. The blonde didn’t even make a sound, apart from a loud string of couching as he held his throat.
The moment Jungkook screamed, Taehyung let the gun clatter to the floor.
You swung around to look at your little brother who was covering his ears with his hands, eyes pressed closed. You’d seen this before, disorientation from when he was pulled out of a nightmare. “JIMIN!” you turned to your friend. “Get him out of here and to Tae’s bedroom.” He looked at you in panic, unsure of what to do with Jungkook. “Turn on all the lights in the room and don’t stop talking to him, make sure he knows you’re there, he’ll be okay.”
He nodded, and moved to Jungkook, helping him stand to leave the room.
You knelt down by Yoongi, whose breathing was ragged and rapid. He was bleeding from his shoulder, probably where the bullet had just managed to hit him. “Shit, how’d this happen?”
Yoongi shook his head, coughing more.
In the corner of your eyes you saw Taehyung move away. “You’re not going anywhere mister!” you called. “Get me scissors, and a first aid kid. And probably some water and a wet towel.” He knew better than to go against you right now, so he sprinted off into the direction of the kitchen.
“Yoongi.” You mumbled, pulling at him wrist. “What’s going on?”
He closed his eyes tightly, and removed his hand from his mouth. Revealing it stained with blood.
A voice sounded from the door. “Yoongi for fucks sake what are you doing in here? This is holy ground!”
Au: Supernatural!Au
Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook
Wordcount: 3447
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation, supernatural stuff, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids srsly...this is an exception to the rule).
A/N: Am i still out for @xiubaek13's ass??? Maybe so, maybe so ;p. I hope you guys like it!
Your frown only grew deeper the more he talked. Something was stopping you from interrupting the seeming nonsense that spilled from his lips. There was an edge to his voice that was too raw to his fake, and he reopened the memories for himself. “He must’ve woken up by himself.” You mumbled to him. “I never found him on the floor.”
“I don’t know. But I was gone too quickly to find out.”
That angered you, and you moved to kick him if he didn’t stop you in time.
“Listen, you can attack me all you want when I’m done talking about this. We’ll even get to the gun you stole out of my car.” He said, hand clasped tightly around your ankle, gaze burning into yours.
You shook off his grip. “You left my brother like that?! What if something was wrong with him Yoongi?! What if he didn’t wake up?!” you called.
“Listen!” he called, sitting up. “All I know is whatever I did back then was that I could feel every little ounce of happiness he’d felt, I could see it, taste it almost. And all my sorrows were gone, I felt so relieved, full. And then I looked at him and he didn’t look the same, he looked tired and drained and. I knew I’d done something to him and I didn’t know what and I knew I had to leave because I was too scared to deal with the consequences. Too scared to do that to him again, or to you!”
To you…he was afraid of hurting you? “Yoo-“
“No, listen to me. You want to hear what I did?”
You nodded slowly, swallowing thickly at the feeling of fear running down your spine.
“The ouija board called out on a demon called a soul-eater, they’re dangerous but cannot come here unless we call on them. It fed on my soul, all of it.” He took a break, furrowing his brow, probably thinking about how to bring the next part. “I did the same thing to Jungkook.”
“YOU WHAT?!” You weren’t sure how you were going to do it, but your body carried yourself of the bed in anger. The gun was in your hands, pointing at Yoongi who hadn’t done much more than raise his eyebrows at you.
He got up slowly, lifting his hands in the air as he twisted his body to face you. “Calm down, let me finish. Then you can use the gun on me.”
You jerked the gun to signal for him to continue.
“Okay listen. When the soul-eater ate my soul he fully consumed it, putting me in a state known as Demi. It means I’m transitioning and need to feed on the happiness of others to stay alive. That’s what I did to Jungkook. I fed on his happiness to drown out my own sorr-“
A snarl left your lips as you pulled the trigger in rage. You braced for the force of the gun to throw you back, but it never came. There was just a dull click. You stared at the object in awe, eyes wide and confused.
“You left the safety on.” Yoongi said.
“W-what?” you stuttered.
He pointed at the gun. “The safety, it’s a little button on the side.”
You twisted the weapon, hands trembling too hard to properly get it. With hesitance, you flipped the little switch and pointed to gun towards the other again. But you were unsure if you could pull the trigger with full consciousness.
“Shoot.” He said, determined, face clear of any emotions except perhaps amusement. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt me. As Demi I’m stuck in a state between earth and hell. Shoot me, so you’ll believe me.”
It was almost as if you’d spaced out, he was suddenly in front of you, panting softly as if he’d run. His breath fanned over your face, hand around your wrists to press the gun against his chest. “Shoot.” He whispered, voice dipping lower, looking down at you. His hands were so so cold against your skin, and you trembled in fear unsure of what to do.
You had tears coming up in your eyes out of pure frustration. The trigger was right there beneath your fingers, if you pulled it now he’d be dead, hopefully. He’d be gone, and you didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Taehyung would’ve shot him. You know he would because he’d talked about bashing Yoongi’s head in too often and too seriously.
“What’s making you doubt yourself.” He whispered in a husky voice. “You were so sure seconds ago.”
“D-don’t play with me.”
“Tell me.”
“Jungkook.” You whimpered almost. He was 20, you were aware, but in your eyes he’d always be your little Nochu. He called you Nimmy, you called him Nochu, you’d done it since you were very very little. You’d taken care of him, almost raised him, you knew him better than anyone. And you’d almost lost him over a punk like Min Yoongi. But he’d never forgive you if you put a bullet through his heart.
There were rough, calloused fingertips on your chin, forcing you to look up through the tears. “I swear on Jungkook’s life that if you pull that trigger right now, nothing will happen. I’m not stupid enough to let you actually kill me.”
His voice so low and you could almost feel the slight hoarseness through it caused by the drinking and the smoking. And he slightly nudged you, pushing his chest against the muzzle of the gun, forcing you to take a small step backwards.
“Do it.”
And you did, pulling the trigger and almost watching time slow down. The gun backfired into your hand, but Yoongi’s hands steadied you. You flinched at the sound of the bullet hitting the wall.
Wait what. You dropped the gun, letting it clatter to the floor.
“Hey, hey, stop.” Yoongi reached out for your elbow, holding you before you fell over backwards onto the chair.
“How?!” You called, afraid, tears spilling over the edge, as you tried to shake him off. “Don’t touch me!” He wasn’t letting go though, hands coming to your upper arms, trying to get you to listen to him. “YOU TOOK MY BROTHER AWAY FROM ME!” you yelled, trying to push him away against his chest. “Do you know what you did to him!” you cried, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but he was way too strong. “YOU MONSTER!”
When Yoongi let you go, you toppled over onto the floor, scooting away until your back his the bedside table. You stared at him, trying to gather your breath. There was a hole in his shirt, but there was no blood, no nothing. The skin that was showing through was as pale and unmarked as it was before.
He looked at you, and you saw a tear escape and roll down his cheek. “Do you think I wanted this? That I asked for this?” he bit his lip and briefly turned away. “Do you think I wanted to have to face all the fucked up shit I did in my past day by day? You think I wanted to hurt Jungkook like that?” he shook his head, looking down at his feet. “He was like a little brother to me, I cared about him. I wanted him to succeed and be happy. I thought, if I help him stay on the right track, help him graduate and get into uni, maybe I can atone for what I’ve done.”
You’d never known he was that…burdened back when he and Jungkook were friends. He wasn’t from town, you didn’t grow up with him like you did with Taehyung and Jimin. You never really knew Yoongi. And it was now that you realised that. All the accusations Jungkook had made to you, about always leaving to Tae’s place instead of giving Yoongi a fair shot, maybe he was right.
So you stood up, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“I’ve been trying to find a way to fix this. But it seems there is none.” He whispered and you could see the tears gathered at the tip of his chin as he hung his head. “I can’t give him back what I took, no matter how much I want to.”
You brushed off your jeans, and shakily moved towards the door. He looked up at you when you reached for the door handle.
“I can take you home?” he said hoarsely, eyes glassy.
“I need some air.” You whispered in return, opening the door and letting the ice cold air stream inside the room.
A hand closed around your wrist, and you were pulled back inside, turned with your back against the door. It slammed closed and before you knew it Yoongi’s lips were on yours.
You didn’t even protest to him, you answered immediately, falling into the feeling of affection too easily. He kissed well, lips moving against your in vigour, parting them and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. A small moan formed at the back of your throat, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, the other still pinning you to the door. There was an edge of desperation in the way he kissed you, like he needed it.
His chest was so cold against your as you pulled him closer by the waist, but it felt so good. On the contrary, his mouth was warm and his touch rough but not demanding. You’d fantasised about this back when, kissing him. His lips were rough, but his hair was soft when you reached up your hand to tangle your fingers in his white locks.
He growled softly when you grazed your teeth over his bottom lip, breaking the kiss to catch some much needed air. His forehead rested against yours, breath fanning out over your face as you could feel his heart beat against your chest.
Wait? You lifted your hand, placing it over his heart, feeling the steady thump. Yoongi grinned, crowding you even closer against the door. He traced your jawline with his nose, and you shivered at the feeling. “Is this okay?” His fingers toyed with the edge of your shirt, fingers slipping underneath to draw almost soothing circles on your hip.
You nodded, as he placed open mouthed kissed down your neck. Soft grazes of teeth and tongue that made your toes curl.
“I need to hear you say it.” He whispered, gripping you tighter, and dropping your hand.
You frowned at his comment, it made you think, do you want this? Moments ago you were screaming monster to his face, and now he had you pressed up against the wall. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind telling you you had to get away. But your body betrayed you, your heart did.
Yoongi was lightly sucking on your skin, teeth grazing, biting down to leave small marks everywhere until you gave him a reasonable answer.
“Yes.”
Your words spurred him on, hands gripping at your thighs to surprise you by lifting you up. He threw you down on the bed, your body bouncing off, lips parting in anticipation. His eyes were hooded as he crawled over you, small frame fitting perfectly between your thighs. The strangest thing was the cold feeling of his skin, contrasting with the warmth of his mouth against your neck. With your hands in his hair, roaming down his back, you shivered almost.
He groaned in the back of his throat as you wrapped a leg around his, pushing his hips into yours. “Off.” He said, pulling at your shirt, sitting up himself to throw off his shirt. You reached up to touch his skin, but he grabbed your wrist, giving you a smirk. “Off.”
You glared at him and pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your now equally bare chest.
“No bra?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Constricting,” you mumbled, pulling him back down for a kiss. He devoured your mouth, tongue raking along the back of your teeth as you traced your hands down his chest.
In reality, the cool touch of his skin was nice against your warm chest. It was new, and gave your goosebumps, and you moaned into his mouth.
He chuckled, rolling his hips into yours, slowly but deliberately. You threw your head back, resting onto the pillow as he kissed down your chest. He paid full attention to your nipples, sucking, licking, biting down, until he moved further down your stomach. By then you were a panting mess, fingers carding through his hair in a way that seemed to make him hum.
By the time he’d removed your jeans and underwear you’d figured out he was better with his mouth than you expected. He turned you into a whimpering mess, pulling at his hair to get him closer as he sucked and bit in ways you’d never experienced before. One of his hands was holding you down while the other just about made you scream at the way he moved his fingers in and out of you.
At this pace, you wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer. “Yoongi.” You moaned, back arching off the bed as he bit you lightly in response. “I’m gonna…fuck." You groaned and he smirked against you, moving away his mouth to kiss up your straining thigh.
His fingers almost stilled, if it wasn’t for your hips rocking against his hand to keep the friction. “Don’t worry.” He chuckled. “I got you.”
You raised yourself up to look at him, his eyes dark as they looked into yours. His hair was a mess, and his lips red and shiny from going down on you.
With a soft push of your hand, he continued, chuckling and resuming his actions to make you literally quake. You could feel your orgasm nearing, and it wasn’t coming slowly. And then, it was almost as if you’d been barely caught by a wave hitting shore. Like it grazed your feet, but pulled away before you could grasp it.
Yoongi slowed his movements to a bare minimum, and your peak ebbed away, slowly, almost soothingly. “There we go.”
It felt dissatisfying and odd, but not in a bad way. You panted, running a hand through your own hair. “More.” You whispered, moving your hips to signal what you wanted.
With your head set to one goal it took you three more near orgasms to figure out what was going on. “Wait.” You suddenly gasped, body covered in a sheen of sweat as Yoongi rested his now flushed cheek against the inside of your thigh.
“Hmmm?”
“Are you…What are you doing?”
He laughed, the sound very out of place. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.”
“Is this because of your?” you frowned, licking your dry lips. “Whatever?”
Yoongi slowly pulled out his fingers, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and then cleaning it off on the sheets. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s….weird.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him biting and sucking his way back up to your chest. “What? How?”
He kissed all the way back up to your mouth, sucking on your tongue for a good while before giving you any worthy explanation. “Happiness, ecstasy, same idea. I’m feeding off of you in the most safe way I possible could.” He let his teeth graze your lip, looking into your eyes. “If you want me to stop I will.”
You kissed him, and he groaned against your lips, pressing his clothed crotch against you. Too far gone to ask him to stop, you said: “Take of those jeans, and get to business. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
He didn’t give you much more than an arched eyebrow and light scoff before ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. You shamefully stared at him, pale skin stretched out over soft thighs as he came back to the bed. He caught you staring, and shot you that damned grin of his that made you fall for him two years ago. You wondered if he knew that you had a crush on him.
Yoongi lazily stroked himself, coming back between your legs but you put a foot on his stomach. “Hold it, you have condoms?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Don’t worry about that.” He said, grabbing your foot and basically swinging your leg over his shoulder so he could press it close to your chest. “I’m bullet proof, STI proof, and baby proof.”
And as stupid as you were you let him press you into the mattress and slide home with one smooth thrust. Both of you moaned at the feeling, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as he stilled. Your nails were digging into his back, waiting for the stretch to lessen. “Give me a second.” He wasn’t much bigger than you expected, but you hadn’t had sex in a long time.
But when you finally gave him the green light to move you never wanted him to stop. He was just rough enough to be deliberate in his thrust, setting up something that was just that bit off rhythm that it kept you teetering on the edge. He kissed you, grunted into your mouth, bit your skin, as you scratched down his back. It felt good, better than you'd ever excepted, and you briefly wondered if he’d picked up the skill after he’d left, or before.
You suspected he was still pulling his tricks on you, since it took you a while to get anywhere. But the build was delicious and you kissed him. “I’m close.”
He looked into your eyes, pupils small where you’d expected them to be blown out with lust. “Can I…” he huffed, slowing himself down. “One more.”
You realised that sex for him, must not be about his own pleasure at all, but it truly was about yours. About the…feeding, about making your pleasure his. It was so nuanced though, it didn’t seem to harm you like it had harmed Jungkook. He was in total control.
“One more.” You whispered, kissing him, letting him bring you down gently, like you were lowered onto a soft, but cold bed.
He easily picked up his pace then, almost brutally so. The headboard slammed against the wall but neither of you cared enough, gripping onto each other’s body, panting against flushed skin. Your body started to strain from your leg being in that angle, and you knew you’d have an ache in your groin after this. But you wanted him to go on, not stop until you were finally pushed over the edge.
You didn’t care to warm him, letting your peak wash over you in blunt waves, your body arching into his. He rocked you through it, slowing down until you were still. Only to pull out and finish himself off over your stomach.
Yoongi came without a sound, body stilling, eyes closed, lips digging deeply into his lip. It was a sight to behold, but you body was utterly drained, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from slipping closed slowly.
With some struggle you detected him moving to the bathroom, coming back to clean you with a wet towel. “You okay?” he whispered, pulling the covers from under your body and slipping in next to you.
He was warm then, and you unintentionally snuggled up to the man you claimed to hate with a burning passion. “Yeah.” You said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“You were so…cold?”
“Oh, that. Yeah, when we don’t feed for a while out body temperature drops. We generally seem healthier when we do feed.” His fingers lazily moved up and down your arm.
You pressed a hand to his chest. “And you feed on…ecstasy and happiness?”
“Demi’s, we’re in transition, we have to keep feeding until it’s complete or we’ll become stagnant and go into libido where we’re stuck between life and death.” He rested his chin on top of your head. “I learnt the best way to survive. We survive by feeding on ecstasy, it doesn’t sate but it keeps us going. We survive until we’re at the point of no return. Then we die…”
Then they die? You were about to ask when suddenly your phone started ringing. In all honesty, you didn’t want to pick it up. But when Yoongi went to grab it for you and told you it was Taehyung, you knew it wasn’t okay.
You took the phone from him, clutching the sheets to your bare chest. “Tae?” you said, worried.
There was a sound of a loud crash on the other side of the phone, and then screaming, no, wailing. Jungkook. “Y/n please come home.” Taehyung panted, sounding extremely distressed. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, probably hearing the sounds. “Jungkook won’t stop screaming, and we don’t know what to do.”
