Synopsis
They told her never to look at him.
SCP-595P, Park Jimin, is harmless, compliant…safe.
As long as the blindfold stays on.
Because the moment you meet his eyes, reality fractures.
And whatever he shows you…most never come back from it.
Dr. (L/N) knows the rules. She enforces them.
So why does she find herself lingering a little too long?
Standing a little too close?
Wanting, just once, to see what everyone else was so afraid of?
Jimin can't see her.
Not really.
But somehow… he notices everything.
And the more time she spends with him, the more dangerous the line between curiosity and desire becomes.
Because some things aren't meant to be seen.
And some people aren't meant to be loved.
⟡ Warning/Tags: Fem! reader, mature, blood, death, manipulation, reader is kind of a hardass, blindfolded Jimin..., familial trauma, religious themes, biting, deep kisses.
WARNING, SCP - 595P HAS TAKEN OFF HIS MANDATORY BLINDFOLD
ALL PERSONNEL ARE TO EQUIP PROPER EYEGEAR BEFORE ENTERING HIS CONTAINMENT CELL.
NEUTRALIZE IF NECESSARY.
The sound of the alarm blared throughout the facility, and flashing red lights flooded the room before everything was suddenly swallowed in darkness. For a brief, disorienting moment, you couldn't see a thing until you realized something had been tied over your eyes. Jimin had placed his blindfold on you, securing it tightly behind your head.
The shock hit a second too late, and panic quickly followed. "J-Jimin! What are you-?!" you stammered, your hands immediately reaching up to pull the blindfold off, only for his to catch your wrists mid-motion.
"Don't take it off. I'll be here. Don't worry." His voice was calm, too calm.
You had no reason to trust him, and yet something in his tone made you hesitate. Slowly, you stilled.
Footsteps echoed loudly in the hall, growing closer by the second, until the door slides open and soldiers flooded into the room. Their voices overlapped in a mess of shouted orders and curses, each one sharper than the last. You couldn't see anything, but you could feel it, the tension in the air, the shift in presence. Jimin was surrounded.
"Dr. (L/N)! Leave the containment cell at once!" One of the soldiers grabbed your wrist and pulled you harshly, causing you to stumble forward with a pained wince.
Before you could react, the atmosphere changed.
Goosebumps littered across your skin, the air felt sharp, immediate, and dangerous.
Jimin moved.
In an instant, he was no longer where he had been. The sound of metal sliding free rang out, followed by a choked, cut-off gasp. The soldier's grip on your wrist faltered, then loosened completely as something heavy collapsed to the floor.
The smell of iron filled your nose. Was this really happening?
Chaos unfolded throughout the room, bullets rang, and you couldn't hear or see a damn thing.
By the time the room fell silent, save for the blaring alarm, you were curled into the corner, head bowed, arms wrapped around yourself as if that alone could shield you. Your whole body trembled, your thoughts scattered and unfocused, and all you could do was hope, pray that you hadn't been hit by a stray bullet you hadn't even felt in the rush of adrenaline.
There was only one other sound left.
His breathing.
Deep. Uneven. Getting closer.
Each step of his shoes echoed softly against the floor, now slick with something you didn't dare think about.
"(Y/N)... you can take off the blindfold."
Despite everything, despite whatever he had just done, his voice remained eerily steady.
Your hands tightened in your lap, your whole body still shaking. "N-no... I can't. You-your eyes..."
"It's okay now," he said gently, his voice lowering as he came closer. "You can look at me. We don't have much time, (Y/N). We have to go."
You felt him kneel in front of you, his presence grounding and suffocating all at once.
"But you have to remove it," he continued softly. "Please... trust me."
You tried to steady your breathing, but it wouldn't come. Everything was too loud, too fast, too much. Tears soaked into the fabric covering your eyes as your thoughts spiralled, refusing to settle on anything at all.
"I can take you away from here," he said. "You can leave all of this behind. Come with Yoongi-hyung and me to our safe haven. They won't be able to find you there."
Your chest tightened.
"Were you really happy here?"
...
No.
You weren't.
You couldn't even remember who had taken your mother from you anymore. And worse, you didn't care.
You were just...tired.
You just wanted things to be quiet.
Your hand slowly lifted, trembling as your fingers found the silk tied around your head. For a moment, you hesitated, your breath catching in your throat.
Then, with a shaky motion, you pulled it free.
Light flooded back in.
And for the first time.
You saw him.
Your eyes met his.
Dark. Hooded.
His irises were a deep, haunting teal, the colour almost too vivid to be real. From his left eye, something like liquid colour bled downward, soft, watercolour streaks of green tracing his skin like tears.
You had wanted to see them for so long.
And now.
You finally did.
Yet unlike everything they had warned you about, your world didn't unravel.
There were no bleeding walls.
No warped colours.
No grotesque hallucinations clawing at your mind.
No technicolour horrors.
Everything remained...still.
It was just you and Jimin.
"Welcome to my world, (Y/N)," he said softly, a small smile forming as he extended his hand toward you.
The silk slipped from your fingers, falling soundlessly to the ground.
For a moment, you simply stared at him, at the hand waiting for yours, before slowly reaching out.
Your fingers met his.
Warm. Real.
Grounding.
The world didn't distort. It didn't break.
It only narrowed until it felt like there was nothing else left but him.
He stepped closer, his presence closing the distance between you in a single breath. His hand slid from yours, curling gently, yet possessively, around your throat, guiding you forward.
There was no hesitation this time.
Your lips met.
The kiss was soft at first, almost careful, like something fragile being tested, before deepening, turning into something warmer, heavier, intoxicating in a way that made everything else fade into nothing.
He tasted sweet, yet bitter; it was addictive.
The distant echo of the alarm, the blood on the floor, the chaos outside.
None of it mattered.
Not when he was right here.
Not when this felt...quiet.
When he finally pulled back, his forehead lingered close to yours, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Now, my Eve..."
His fingers tightened just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to keep you there.
"Let's go."
The two of you ran down the narrow hallways, hand in hand, with Jimin incapacitating anyone who didn't have protection over their eyes.
In the distance, you saw a familiar figure with black hair and a style of clothing similar to Jimin's. It was Yoongi. Only Yoongi.
"Jimin!" he called out, his eyes fixed on Jimin before they flicked toward you. "...You really did it, huh?"
"Is she that special to you?" he asked, his voice edged with something you couldn't place.
You had no idea what he was talking about, and at that moment, you did't want answers. You only wanted to leave, just as Jimin had promised.
"We'll save the explanations for later," Jimin said. "Where's Agust D?"
"Give him a minute," Yoongi replied.
Gunshots rang out in the distance, growing closer by the second. Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet lost its firmness and turned into a viscous, black puddle.
You grabbed Jimin's arm for dear life. "Is this SCP-106?" you asked, your voice rising. The Old Man, a Keter-class entity, was capable of creating corrosive black puddles from which he could appear or drag his victims into.
Jimin held your hand tightly, giving you a reassuring squeeze. "It's one of ours," he said calmly. "Don't worry."
You held your breath as your head sank into the puddle, disappearing into a dark space.
GASP.
You took a deep breath as your head rose from the water. Strangely enough, you're as dry as when you went in; not a single drop of water could be found on your body. Yet you were standing knee deep in a pool of water.
Your vision starts focusing again, the alarm that was blaring now gone, replaced by a muffled ringing.
You look around to see a huge open room, completely black, but a large panel of light lit up the room. In front stood a man you've never seen before, along with several others standing at the side.
"Hyung!" A boy with brown hair and a dark purple choker jumped into the pool, running to the silver-haired Jimin beside you and holding him in an embrace
"Hyung!" A boy with brown hair and a dark purple choker jumped into the pool, running to the silver-haired Jimin beside you and holding him in an embrace.
He still hasn't let go of your hands.
"I missed you too, Jungkookie!" Jimin laughs, patting him on the back with his free hand.
"Ugh, please," You turn to see Yoongi beside you, and a familiar face.
"You really brought her, Jimin?" AgustD rolls his eyes, dapping up the Yoongi who climbed out of the pool, "That's what I said," The latter says.
You turn back to see all eyes on you now, now seeing the brown-haired boy a lot more clearly; he had a familiar greenish blue streak running down his right eye.
"I was wondering why this was happening. You finally found your Eve, Hyung?" Jungkook's hand lingered on Jimin, sending you a knowing yet longing look as more of the liquid dripped down his face.
"I think we should give (Y/N) some time to breathe, she's been through a lot today." Jimin leads you out of the pool.
You hadn't said a word, how could you? You went against everything you stood for, you tossed away everything you had just to be with an SCP.
What would your mother say?
Wasn't this quite literally her fate?
Wasn't she dead?...
The adrenaline that had you standing for so long was reaching it's end, your vision became spotty and faded to nothingness.
A humanoid entity with above-average features, he was found in an abandoned mansion, sitting on a couch, unmoving. Upon turning his head to look at ■■■■■, his eyes were covered by SCP - 393M.
Both were taken into containment.
SCP - 595P showed no signs of resistance, allowing himself to be captured by the MTFs.
SCP - 393M, on the other hand, will be discussed in his report.
During his interview, he was quite cooperative, answering everything the interviewer asked of him to the best of his abilities. Dr.■■■■ has expressed her delight in conversing with SCP - 595P, noting how easy it was to carry on the conversation. Several D-class test subjects share similar sentiments.
SCP - 595P has an ability that transcends space and time; those who make any form of eye contact with him are subjected to harsh, reality-bending hallucinations. The majority of whom never came back from the trip and are ultimately diagnosed as brain-dead, the unlucky few who do come back show signs of severe maladaptive daydreaming and refuse to look anyone in the eyes or speak. Further conversation deemed unnecessary, we will continue to monitor test subject rehabilitations.
The activation conditions seem to be similar to SCP - 096, making eye contact via pictures or videos of SCP - 595P's eyes will result in the same effects.
We are unsure of what test subjects see during these trips. SCP - 595P doesn't seem to have a clear understanding of his own abilities either.
We believe this was what SCP - 393M was trying to prevent by covering his eyes. Strangely enough, he isn't affected by SCP - 595P's abilities.
We have given SCP - 595P a blindfold to prevent further casualties; he is not to remove it under any circumstances, with experimental testing phases as an exception. Please refer to ■■■■■■■ for further details.
"Wow, your charts are off the rails, Park," The woman in a lab coat comments, flipping through his medical charts. His vitals showed signs of stress and high blood pressure. You didn't believe it was possible for an SCP to have health issues, but to be fair, he was a humanoid.
"I told you to call me Jimin, (Y/N)," The male whines. He was situated on a velvet Victorian couch, dressed in fancy clothes and the usual black blindfold that wrapped around his silver hair. His room was more or less an imitation of a Victorian room.
"That's DOCTOR (L/N), Park, I didn't grind through all those years of medical school to be addressed so casually." You continued writing stuff on your clipboard.
The boy was blinded, but he still had object permanence. He could sense you stepping closer in front of him. "Stand up for me," You instructed, and he followed, rising to his feet. He had a smaller stature but still towered over you. You were already used to working with someone as playful as him, so you weren't deterred when he started playing with your coat sleeves, tugging on them left and right.
"No headaches? Shortness of breath? Has anything been stressing you out lately? Anything we can do within our power to help?" You ask.
"Yes, actually..."
"Oh? Do elaborate." You readied your pencil, ready to jot down 102938190379103 lines of notes.
"I wanna go on a date with you," He grins and tilts his head, his blindfold shifted up slightly. If you didn't know any better, you could practically see the wrinkles around the corners of his eyes.
Your brows furrowed, "Are you serious?" You knew he was popular with the ladies, but he's never actively asked a favour out of any of them. So you were quite skeptical about this request.
"Dead serious."
SCP - 595P was classified as a safe object, so it definitely wouldn't be hard to request that he walk around the facility. Since being contained, he hasn't tried to escape or cause any issues, quite literally a good boy.
You sigh and rub your temples, noting it down, "I'll have to put in a request. I'll let you know next time I do a checkup."
His grin widens, holding your hands in his small ones and leaning side to side, "I'm really excited, I want to visit Yoongi-hyung too!"
Ah, Yoongi, yes, Min Yoongi, SCP - 393M. Classified as Euclid, he isn't as pleasant to talk to as Jimin is; if anything, he tries to avoid conversations.
SCP - 393M has the ability to duplicate himself, the duplicate of which has a separate personality whom he calls "AgustD," labelled as SCP - 393A. The alternate personality is even less pleasant, as he's a self-proclaimed triad boss. He's unable to control when he's able to duplicate himself, so depending on the time, scientists would have a hard time checking in on him.
The scientists hypothesized that the reason SCP - 393M isn't affected by SCP - 595P is that they are technically considered one object. SCP - 595P has insinuated they aren't the only ones, but has since refused to elaborate despite repeated negotiations and bribes.
You placed a request for SCP - 595P's demands, and it wasn't long before they got back to you with the green light, with the exception that his blindfold is to be replaced with a more secure one rather than just a piece of fabric tied behind his head. Also, his hands must be bound from behind to ensure he doesn't try to remove them.
You thought it was quite overkill, but to be fair, a singular moment of eye contact is all it takes to basically kill someone.
You returned to his containment cell, a leather harness blindfold with a lock in hand. Two armed guards followed in with you.
"Welcome back, (Y/N), gentlemen," He greets, he had a book in his hand, leaning across the couch. His legs looked extremely long, crossed over each other. His leather shoes dangled off the armrests, a lovely red painted the bottom of his black shoes, are those Louboutins?...
"You can't even read. What are you doing?" You chuckled, ignoring his lack of honorifics at this point, "The higher-ups agreed, I just need to replace your blindfold and bind your hands.
"Did I look good at least?" He laughs with you, getting up on his feet and approaching you, turning so his back faced you and slightly bending down. The soft sweet scent of his mysterious perfume that constantly radiated from him slowly filled your nose, seemingly inviting you closer.
"Haah...Don't even ask," You couldn't deny you oogled him a little too much while walking in, but let's be for real here, who possibly couldn't, you know for a fact he's charmed the MTFs as well.
You undid the knot that held the silk cloth together, gently sliding it off his face. You desperately wanted to turn him around one time just to see his eyes, even if closed. You wanted to know how they scrunched up whenever he laughed and if he had straight or curled lashes, if he had double or monolids, or-
"You shouldn't let your desires wander too much, (Y/N), it's dangerous." You froze. How did he know what you were thinking? Perhaps you hesitated a little too long replacing his blindfold. This was the one thing you hated about sentient SCPs amongst a myriad of things, they all have the eerie ability to see right through you.
"I...Don't know what you're talking about, Park." You sighed once again, not wanting to entertain the thought of wanting to know an SCP deeper than what was ethically allowed. Placing the harness over his eyes, tightening it around his ears, then locking it. "Is it too tight?"
"Nah, just the way I like it," You let out a scoff at his suggestive response and take the blindfold you just took off him to wrap around his wrists behind his back, leaving a long strand for you to hold onto like a leash.
You turn to look at your guards, "I'll take it from here, you're dismissed." They look at each other through their helmets before leaving, "Let's go, Park."
Throughout the walk, you had to explain what sights you've passed, SCP - 595P could only see things as outlines, colours and writing were completely out of the question to him.
He showed immense interest in the other SCPs, wondering if he could say hi to them, to which you declined because that was a whole different request you had to put in and you weren't trying to deal with more paperwork.
"So, (Y/N), you never told me why you chose this profession, have you no value for your own life?" He asked a rather morbid question quite directly, but it was true.
"My mother used to be a scientist here. I guess it's the underlying need to follow her footsteps," You shrugged, not wanting to get too deep.
"Used to, eh? I'm sure she did a lot of good for the facility," He seemed to notice your hesitance on the topic and decided not to push it. "Should we go see Yoongi-Hyung?"
"Yeah, the process of trying to meet a Euclid class SCP was kind of insane so you should be on your knees thanking me right now. We can go whenever." The two of you made your way to SCP-393M's containment cell.
You greeted the guards before tapping your card to the sensor. The metal door slides open, revealing a dimly lit room decorated like an opium den, with red lanterns hung around the room. The room smelled heavily of cigarettes, so that could only mean one thing.
The room smelled heavily of cigarettes, so that could only mean one thing
"Yoongi-Hyung! AgustD!" Jimin joyfully greets. From the notes you read regarding their relationship, both SCP - 393M and SCP - 393A have a heavy fondness for SCP - 595P, and vice versa.
"Jimin-ah, about damn time," AgustD and Yoongi were playing cards on the table, judging from the chips, it looked like AgustD was winning by a margin.
Jimin couldn't use his arms to embrace the men, but Yoongi got up to hug the former. It had been the first time they've seen each other since they've been contained, so it made sense to see this rarer sign of affection.
"They have you restrained to this extent? I almost feel insulted," AgustD scoffs, pointing at his bound hands and blindfold with a tilt of his head.
Neither of them paid you any attention until Jimin walked back to you, "Hyungs, I wanna introduce you to my date, (Y/N)!"
"Date is a huge bit of a stretch, but we've met each other before, Park," you comment. You were their doctor for a while before the smell of cigarettes became too much for you, so you had to request another doctor to take your place.
"It's nice to see you again, Dr.(L/N)," Yoongi greets, placing another card on the table, making AgustD slam the table in disbelief with a loud "HAH?!!" The former sticks his tongue out in a goofy manner before scooping up the chips to his side.
"Wanna join us for a game?" He continues, scooping up the cards and shuffling them, to which you held up your hand in a polite refusal, "I'm just here to monitor Park's actions. I'd rather not partake in gambling."
"Then..." AgustD starts getting up while ashing his cigarette on the ashtray before tilting his head lazily in your direction.
"How about we play a different game?"
You didn't particularly like SCP - 393A; not only was he unbearably insufferable, but he also had little to no value in human life. At the same time, what did you expect out of someone who's a self-proclaimed triad boss?
So when he says stuff like that, you know it's definitely not a casual game of Poker. It would've been more akin to a Saw trap.
"I'll pass, thanks. If you push it, I'm gonna have to bring Park back to his containment cell." You knew, however, he wasn't the type to take your threats lightly, especially when it came to Park Jimin.
The glare he shot you reaffirmed your assumptions.
"Guys...let's just calm down, alright? We're all friends here," Jimin tries to calm down both sides upon noticing the increasing tension in the room. He looks to Yoongi for help, only to see that he was counting the chips he had won earlier, completely oblivious, or rather, selectively oblivious to the younger's signal for help.
"Hey, come on!..." He pleads with his obscured eyes.
It was moments like these that made you reconsider your profession, but alas, here we are. You pushed your distaste for SCPs aside and decided to be the bigger person.
"Right," You sighed, crossing your arms. "Friends. Let's get along. I'll entertain you this one time. What's the game?"
AgustD scoffed.
Without a word, he snatched a handful of cards from Yoongi's hand, fanning them out before you, faces hidden.
"One of these has a joker," he said lazily. "Pick it... and you grant each of us a wish. No matter what it is."
You blinked.
"...You're joking."
His expression didn't change.
"I'm not agreeing to that," You said flatly. "There's nothing in it for me."
That was when he smiled.
"We tell you where the rest of our people are."
Silence.
"We guarantee their cooperation with your Foundation. Every test, every demand." His voice sharpened slightly. "And when you're done... You let us go. For good."
"Hyung, what are you saying?!" Jimin's voice cut in immediately.
Even Yoongi frowned. "Wait-since when was this a thing?"
AgustD clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed.
"You two seriously think this is better?" he snapped, gesturing around the room. "Living like this? Caged?"
His eyes flicked back to you.
"Little Miss Scientist here is a piece of shit," he added bluntly, "but she's not the type to let us get torn apart limb from limb. If a few tests are all it takes..."
His jaw tightened.
"I'd give anything."
You exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of your nose.
"You don't get it," You said. "We don't keep you here just to run tests. We keep you here to contain you. To protect people."
You met his gaze evenly.
"You're anomalies. There are people out there who would use you, exploit you. Letting you go isn't freedom, it's a risk."
His expression darkened instantly.
"You talk about us like we're things."
The room went still.
"Are we not human to you?" His voice dropped, quieter, but far more dangerous. "Just because we're different, you lock us away from everything? From our own people? And Jimin-" He turns to the mentioned. "Are you happy being blinded? You didn't even know it was your power until they showed up!"
You couldn't say anything, because deep down you knew he was right. Your own vendetta against SCPs as a whole clouded your judgment in the ethical standings of containing the ones that had a life outside the facility.
Your gaze turns to Jimin who turns away, lips pursed together like he wanted to agree. Then Yoongi, who's expression remained as usual, unchanged.
You hardened your resolve, holding up your fingers to choose a card.
"Wait, (Y/N)!" Jimin tries to stop you, but you go ahead and pull a card.
(Unedited)
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