Hide & Seek — Minhwan Ma x F!Reader
Just as the metallic click of Min-Hwan’s modified gun froze her veins, a whisper “I see you” came from behind, and when she turned, he was already there.
content warning - non-consensual themes, hair pulling, gunplay, and rough manhandling. This story contains coercive behavior, aggressive physical contact, intimidation, and psychologically intense dynamics throughout.
word count : 1.7k
Crouched low behind a bookshelf, My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps. The library was unnaturally silent after hours dark, claustrophobic, haunted only by the soft hum of the emergency lights and the occasional creak of wood. I pressed myself deeper into the shadows, every muscle locked, listening. Then I heard it. A whistle. Low. Mocking.
Min-Hwan.
His footsteps followed, slow and almost playful as they echoed across the hardwood floor. “Sweetheart…” His voice slithered through the air like smoke. “Baby, why are you hiding from me? I thought we were just starting to have fun.”
A crash split the silence, the brutal sound of books hitting the ground. I flinched and clamped a hand over my mouth. He wasn’t just knocking them over. He was hurling them. Books slammed to the floor like bodies, pages fluttering like broken wings.
Thud. Another shelf. Closer this time.
“You always liked games, didn’t you?” he crooned. “Hide and seek is my favorite.” He paused, and when he spoke again, his voice dripped with poisoned sweetness.
“Come on, sweetheart. I promise I won’t be mad.”
Liar.
Then came the sound that froze my veins, the metallic click of his toy. The modified gun. Not quite lethal. But precise enough to drop me in one shot. My pulse roared in my ears.
Min-Hwan chuckled, another crash. A chair this time. I squeezed my eyes shut, breath trembling. Silence fell again. Too long. Too quiet. Then a whisper. Right behind me.
“I see you.”
My heart stopped. I turned my head and froze.
Min-Hwan was standing there.
Right there. Towering over me like a nightmare. His face was dipped in shadow, but his eyes cold, gleaming with a sick thrill were locked onto mine.
Before I could move, before my body even remembered how to, his hand tangled in my hair yanking me to my feet with a savage jerk. I gasped in pain, my scalp screaming, hands flying to his wrist. But it only made him laugh.
“There you are, baby,” he murmured, dragging me toward a chair in the center of the aisle. “Playing hard to get again?” He shoved me down onto it, cold wood biting into my skin then loomed over me, fingers still twisted tight in my hair.
“You’re such a little bitch when you run,” he sneered, voice slick with venom. “Do you like making me chase you? Huh?” I struggled, but his grip only tightened, wrenching my head back until my neck arched painfully.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. “Pathetic little thing. Shaking like a leaf.” He laughed again and the sound echoed through the empty library like a death bell. The gun hung loosely in his other hand.
But he didn’t need it.
Not really. Because the look in his eyes told me everything. Min-Hwan didn’t need a weapon to hurt me. He was the weapon. I couldn’t move.
Not with his hand still fisted in my hair, not with my back pressed against the back of the chair, and especially not under that gaze sharp, hungry, and too calm for someone who had just dragged me out of the dark like prey.
Min-Hwan tilted his head, studying me.
His free hand lifted the gun not to aim, not to threaten. That would’ve been too obvious. Instead, he dragged the cold barrel across my collarbone, trailing it like a whisper down the center of my blouse.
I flinched.
He smiled.
“I’ve been wanting to see what you look like under this uniform,” he murmured, voice low and laced with something dangerous. The gun slid up again, brushing beneath my jaw before pausing at the bottom of my throat.
His fingers replaced the steel. He let go of my hair only to stroke the side of my face, slow, deliberate. A mockery of gentleness that made my skin crawl. I wanted to look away.
But I couldn’t.
Not when he touched me like he was memorizing the shape of my fear. His thumb ghosted over my lips, tracing the outline softly, reverently. “You’ve got such a pretty mouth when it’s not screaming,” he whispered. “Bet it’s good for all kinds of filthy things.”
The barrel tapped gently against my thigh. Once. Twice. Not enough to hurt but just enough to remind me it was there. Min-Hwan leaned in, and I could smell his cologne, the metallic tang of the gun, and something darker, hunger.
“You’re not going to run again, are you?” he said, voice mocking, almost playful. He already knew the answer. My legs weren’t moving. My breath was shallow. Despite the terror clawing up my spine, something inside me had stopped resisting.
His eyes flicked down, then back to my face. “I want to see everything,” he murmured. “And I want to take my time doing it.” Then he brought the barrel to my lips. “Open,” he said softly. I hesitated. My eyes flicked up to his and what I saw there wasn’t rage. It was lust.
Slowly, I parted my lips.
Min-Hwan’s breath hitched, just a little, as he guided the cold steel inside, resting it heavy on my tongue. “Good girl,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my cheek.
He didn’t push further.
He just watched, his gaze dark and razor-sharp as I sat there, mouth wrapped around his gun, pulse thundering in my throat, the whole library holding its breath with me. His hand slid behind my neck, holding me still. “You look better like this,” he said. “Mouth full.”
He moved the barrel slowly, inch by inch, testing the limits of my mouth. Reading every tremble in my jaw, every flicker in my eyes. This wasn’t about force.
It was about power.
Min-Hwan pulled the gun out with a slow, wet drag. A strand of saliva clung to the barrel before breaking. “Messy little thing,” he murmured, tilting my chin up with it. “You like being used, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
His hand slipped down my neck, possessive and slow, trailing along the edge of my pristine collar. He chuckled. “Still wearing this like it means something. Like you’re still the good little girl.” He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “But I know what’s underneath all this.”
He started undoing the buttons. One. Then another. Each pop exposing more skin, peeling me open like a secret. “For someone so smart,” he murmured, dragging another button free, “you’re real fucking stupid to think you could hide from me.”
The shirt slipped from my shoulders, baring my chest to the cold air and his hotter gaze. “You wanted this,” he said, voice rougher now. “To be talked down to. Stripped. Used. Touched like you’re nothing.” His hand trailed lower. “Look at you. You’re already falling apart. And I haven’t even told you to beg yet.” I shivered.
Min-Hwan’s eyes lit with that same dark satisfaction. He drank in my fear like it was the finest thing he’d ever tasted. “The way you tremble for me…” His voice turned into a low, filthy rasp. “It’s intoxicating.” He tugged my head back by my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. The gun trailed mockingly down my neck.
“I could snap your pretty little neck right now,” he whispered, pressing the barrel harder. “But where’s the fun in that?” His gaze roamed my body, lingering on the rise of my breasts beneath my bra. “Perfect,” he sneered, cupping one roughly. “I’m going to mark every inch of you.”
Then his hand slid lower. Under the skirt. Slow. Purposeful. He found the damp lace. “Oh, you’re soaked,” he murmured, rubbing slow circles. “You can’t even pretend you’re not desperate.” Without warning, he shoved my panties aside and plunged two fingers inside me.
I cried out.
He didn’t stop. He pumped them in deep, hard strokes, grinding his knuckles into me until my thighs trembled. “Pathetic,” he hissed. “You act like you’re in control, but your pussy tells me the truth.” His mouth curved into a cruel grin.
Then he yanked me up by the hair and threw me to my knees.
I stumbled, breathless, off the chair, and he took my place, sprawling into it like a king. “Get those panties off,” he ordered, already unbuckling his belt. “Then get over here and ride this cock.” His thick shaft sprang free long, hard, already leaking. He stroked it lazily, eyes locked on mine.
“You want it, don’t you?” he said, voice low, cruel. “Want me to fuck the brat out of you.” I slipped my panties off with trembling hands. “Fucking whore,” he muttered. “You’ve been dying for this.” I made my way between his spread thighs, feet dragging against the carpet. His cock throbbed against my palm as I lined him up.
The second I started to lower myself, Min-Hwan thrust up, hard. I gasped as he filled me in one brutal motion. “That’s it,” he snarled, gripping my hips. “Take it all like the cock-drunk little slut you are.” He began moving me, bouncing me hard in his lap, each thrust a savage command.
Skin slapped against skin. The chair creaked beneath us. My body was his to use. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled. “This pussy was made to be used. Mine.” I whimpered, the force of him tearing sounds from my throat I didn’t recognize. His grip tightened as he drove up into me, faster, harder, his pleasure a storm he dragged me into.
“Take it,” he roared, head tipping back. “Show me what a fucking slut you are.” Tears spilled down my cheeks. Pleasure and pain crashed through me like waves, merciless and unrelenting. He slammed me down one final time, locking me in place.
With a guttural moan, he came deep inside me, hot and endless, claiming every inch of me from the inside out. “Take it,” he hissed. “Take all of it.” I sobbed, still trembling around him, overwhelmed by heat, by fullness, by the terrifying intimacy of it all.
He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me,” he said. “Don’t look away.” I met his eyes. He kissed me. Slow. Gentle. And that was what scared me the most. Because in the quiet after, as I collapsed against him, I knew one awful, inevitable truth. I would never escape Min-Hwan.
Not ever.
