Tattered Ebony pt. 6
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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.
He looked up to meet your gaze. “Can I kiss you?”
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