#yeonjun horror

[plskillme22]

Veil of Deceit

bff!yeonjun x gn!reader, yandere, 1.9k words, not proofread, mdni

warnings: reader wears halloween makeup, yandere themes, knives, reader gets attacked and drugged, violence, talk of drunk people (they're at a party), reference to hooking up but no smut (STILL MDNI)

THIS IS NOT A ROMANTICIZATION OF THESE THEMES, THIS IS STRICTLY FICTION AND POSTED FOR THE SAKE OF SPOOKY SEASON, I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY. OBSESSION IS NOT ROMANTIC.

IF I MISSED ANY LET ME KNOW! <3

A/N: hi this is kinda bad, i just wanted to get something out, sorry lmao, lmk if it sucks <3

-k

"I'll be fine, Gyu, I'm right down the street anyways."

These were the last words you spoke before you made your way out of the cramped living room and into the front yard. It was your best friend Yeonjun's idea to come to this party--something about his friend's frat throwing it--but squeezing between hordes of drunk people wasn't exactly how you were planning to spend your Halloween. Yes, you would do almost anything to please him, but that was before that weird guy dressed as Maverick from Top Gun tried to grind on you.

You would've told Yeonjun that you were going home if you could find him, but after a few minutes of searching and multiple missed calls and unanswered texts, you figured it might be better to just leave. If he got upset, at least there would be a trail of proof of your efforts. Honestly, he was probably preoccupied with that nun you had seen latched onto him earlier in the night.

Admittedly, you were a little bit disappointed in how quickly your best friend had lost you in the crowd. You were honestly hopeful that tonight would be a fun time. A "great way to let off some steam," as Yeonjun had put it when he was initially convincing you to come. Now, you think you're remembering why it's been so long since he was able to drag you out from the comfort of your couch like this.

Wrapping your jacket a little bit tighter around you as a small breeze blows by, you think about the cup of tea you're going to make when you get home. You'll change into your pajamas, clean the makeup off of your face, and put on a Halloween movie while you snuggle up in front of your tv. The daydream you put yourself in takes over your mind, and you don't even notice the figure trailing behind you.

Footsteps approach you, and you get the feeling that something is off. Right as you whip your neck around to look at your surroundings, you feel a blow delivered to the back of your head. Dazed, you watch with blurry eyesight as the asphalt rushes up to meet you, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

"What's happening? Is this it?" you think to yourself while staring blankly at the sky with half-lidded eyes, the world spinning around you.

A figure comes into view, looming above your frame. A white mask with black lips and a black heart around the eye stares down at you. They tilt their head, studying your crumpled form.

"P-please…" you manage to squeak out, willing your head to stop pounding so you can do something-- anything.

The figure knelt beside you, their arm resting on their leg. You notice a metallic glint from their hand, and quickly realize that they're holding a knife--either a bowie or a chefs; you couldn't tell. The person raises the sharp object up to your neck, softly trailing it down to your collarbones. You can hear faint breathing behind the mask, and you listen to your own labored breath. The sound grounds you, and you summon all of the adrenaline and strength you possibly can. You slowly and carefully go for the little pocket knife on your keys.

"I won't die like this."

Suddenly, you bolt up, swinging your arm at your assailant. You manage a small cut on the right side of their neck, and you hear a short hiss as they stumble back and reach up to feel the laceration.

You don't waste any time as you sprint off, thankful that your apartment complex is only about a block away now.

You don't look behind you, knowing that it will only slow you down. Instead, you focus all of your energy into running, using every bit of strength to get your keys ready as you approach your door. Fumbling to quickly put the little piece of metal in the lock, you spare a glance in the direction that you came from, expecting to see the masked figure running towards you. You're surprised when you see… nothing. Nobody was there, chasing after you.

Confused, but still on high-alert, you quickly make your way inside and lock the door behind you, collapsing on the other side in fatigue, your breathing labored. Tears begin streaming down your face as you dig your phone out of the pocket of your costume, calling the first person that came to mind.

When Yeonjun still didn't answer, you called Beomgyu, hoping and praying to any deity that would listen that he would pick up.

"Hey, did you make it home safe?" you hear Beomgyu on the other end of the line.

"Gyu…" you sob through the phone.

"What? What happened? Are you okay? What's going on?" his voice turned frantic, and the music from the party fades away as you presume he stepped outside to hear you.

"Please come over" you manage to get out.

"I'm on my way."

~~~

The next day, you don't wake up until you hear Yeonjun enter your apartment, assuming Beomgyu called him and let him in.

You slowly raise your head from your brown couch, where you guess you ended up passing out last night. You don't remember much after unlocking the door for Beomgyu and trying to tell him what happened. You faintly recall him helping you file a police report, but you weren't sure. You really hoped you didn't have a concussion from that hit to the head.

"Oh my God, y/n, are you okay?" Yeonjun asks, quickly crouching next to you by the couch.

"I… I'm alright." you reply hoarsely, your throat raw from crying.

"Beomgyu told me everything, I'm so sorry I didn't pick up the phone. This is all my fault."

"Don't blame yourself, Jjun. I'm okay now, everything is fine."

"No, I-I should have been there for you. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Yeonjun grabs your hands in his larger ones, looking down at them as he whispered his apologies repeatedly.

You remain quiet, thinking over the events that occurred last night. You're still shocked that something like that happened to you. Getting attacked like you did… that's something that happens in the movies. Something that you hear about on the news, but never something that happens to you.

Beomgyu comes back over to the couch, and you look to him as he stares softly down at you and Yeonjun.

"Are you going to be okay? If you want me to stay, I will." He speaks gently.

Although you were worried that the person from last night might've seen where you live, you ultimately decided that it'd still be okay with just one friend here to watch over you.

"I think I'll be okay now, Yeonjun will take the next shift" you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. Humor had always been your coping mechanism.

With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, Beomgyu responds "as long as you're sure. Jjun, will you guys be okay?"

Yeonjun looks up at him, still grasping your hands. He nods slightly, eyes bloodshot from tears unshed.

With a nod and another smile towards you, your other friend makes his way to the door, putting his shoes back on as he takes his leave.

The door clicks shut, and you look back to Yeonjun, still crouched in front of you.

"Hey, c'mon, get up. There's no use dwelling on it like this, right?" you say softly to him. You have always been the one to make sure everybody else was okay before you, and you couldn't help but take on that role now, even after everything that had happened.

The man in front of you looked up at you and nodded, slowly standing up to sit next to you on the couch.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Are you hungry? Thirsty? You must be thirsty, right? You haven't had any water yet today, I'll go get you some water." He rambles as he stands up and paces over to your small kitchen. You try to fight the smile on your lips at his caring nature, watching as he retrieves your favorite blue mug from a cabinet.

You turn towards the TV in front of you, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. Maybe a movie will take your mind off of everything. It would probably be best to just forget about it. Like you said, no use dwelling on it--what's done is done. Now all you could do is wait for the police to do their job and bring your attacker to justice, but you didn't have high hopes.

You hear Yeonjun click the lock closed on your front door and feel thankful that he's looking out for your safety. He comes back and settles next to you on the couch, handing you your water.

"Here, drink up. You have to be dehydrated after the night you had."

You thank him quietly as you take the water, slowly sipping it before downing it, realizing just how thirsty you are. He watches to make sure you finish it, then gently takes the mug from your hands, setting it on the table in front of you.

"What are we watching?"

You think for a moment before responding with "I'm not sure, maybe something Disney? I think that would be the most comforting right now, I don't know if I'm up to start something new."

He nods in understanding, and you eventually decide on a movie from your childhood.

Maybe thirty minutes into the movie, you pulled the blanket from the back of the couch onto you, then immediately kicked it off, then pulled it back on, frustrated. It was if you were too hot and too cold at the same time. Yeonjun looked over at you, concern etched onto his face.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked gently.

You nodded, but suddenly noticed how dizzy you were becoming, nausea overtaking you. Maybe that hit to the head is having some nasty aftereffects?

You glance away from the TV towards your best friend, breathing getting slower. Why was it so difficult to move? And why is Yeonjun smiling?

"Jjun… wha- what's happening?" you say, your speech slurring together.

Just then, while getting a good look at him, you notice a little cut on the right side of his neck. It looks relatively fresh, as if he only got it within the past 24 hours.

"Oh, Love, use that pretty brain of yours. I know you're smart enough to figure this out." he said, his tone mocking.

You stumble up from the couch and try to head for your front door, but your reaction time has dulled down, and you're having trouble moving. You fall to the ground as your legs give out beneath you.

Yeonjun stands up and walks over to you slowly, his hands in his pockets. He has a smirk on his face as he peers down at your frame on the ground. He's starting to get blurry, and you panic. You feel like you're about to hyperventilate, but your body won't let you, everything going slower.

"Oh y/n, if only you knew how much I love you… you'd never want to leave my side. But now you're mine, and I'll make sure nobody will ever take you away from me."

thank you for reading!! <3

-k

[yeonjuns-anti-romantic]

When you watch scary movies and yell at the victims for falling down so much, you really don't know what it's like to be them. They fall over trees, lumps in the ground, or even their own feet or trip over things in their own home.

In your case it was a fallen limb you didn't see as you were only looking forward.

When you're the victim the only thing you hear is your own labored breathing and the sound of your heart in your ears. You don't hear the killer as they come after you or any of the little whimpers and gasps you're letting out.

You're only trying to survive.

Picking up yourself again, the earth smelled damp and rich as it was now clinging to your clothes and clotted to your knees and hands after falling down. Your feet kicked off to get you running again.

The lake. You had to get to the lake.

But, what then?

You can't swim.

Reaching the lake seemed to be the only logical goal, it was as if it was the end of the world, and also where you would survive if you could just reach it.

"Don't the rocks hurt your feet?!", you hear him laugh out behind you.

Yeonjun wasn't slowing down. Wasn't he tired? You were. Every breath now was sending a burning through your chest, your legs threatening to give out, the muscles quaking from your system being full of adrenaline.

You could feel the night air getting colder which meant you were headed in the right direction, you were getting closer to the water. The tree branches scratched at your face and hands, snagging any bare skin they could reach as you ran through the woods, your feet were bare as you lost your shoes somehow, honestly you didn't notice you were without them until Yeonjun yelled after you.

Finally you saw the edge of the woods, seeing the water shine under the dim light of the stars through the break in the trees. Veering to the right, sure that was the way to the pier, you ducked behind a tree for just a second, trying to remember how to breathe properly.

WHY WERE YOU STOPPING?!

Your brain was screaming at you.

HE'S GOING TO KILL YOU!

THE LAKE!

THE PIER!

RUN!

The sound of Yeonjun running started to slow down, you imagined how his breath was fogging in front of him in the night air. Summer was over and fall was coming to a close. Your own pajamas seemed too thin for this weather.

He was too close and unless you made it to the lake you were going to die.

Pushing away from the tree, as soon as you started running you heard him immediately running after you.

You broke through the trees, the ground changing under your feet, the grass biting at your ankles as frost was starting to cling to it. The water was beckoning to you and you wanted that icy touch more than the one chasing after you.

"No final girls allowed! It doesn't matter how much you run!", Yeonjun calls out.

Fuck you. That's all you could think. Fuck you. I won't let you win.

The dirt and grass under your feet changed to wood, the pier shaking as your feet thudded hard, running full speed.

What were you going to do? Jump in the water and drown or die of hypothermia?

The world tilted and you fell again, hitting the hard surface, you missed the feeling of falling into the dirt. The pier was slick with frost and after running for your life through the woods you know it was all for nothing.

You were done.

You lose.

Yeonjun walked to you confidently, you were shivering, not even bothering to get up now, trying to curl up as your hands clutched at your too thin pajamas.

He kneels in front of you, grinning and tilting his head, the knife in his hands was spotless, waiting to be baptized in your blood to dirty the steel, it was shining from the starlight on the lake.

"Tsk, tsk.", Yeonjun pouts, bringing the knife closer and laughing when you whimpered. "They say you should never play with your food but I don't believe in that.", he sighs.

Unable to stop yourself, your eyes met his and you knew he wasn't human, he was a monster.

Yeonjun was speaking but you frowned. Had you gone deaf from shock? You were clearly seeing his lips move but there was no sound. The hand that held the knife raised and you didn't move, couldn't move. Was he moving too fast or too slow? You kept watching his lips move but now you couldn't even hear the water of the lake around you.

The knife came down...

Your whole body flinched as you woke up, a gasp finally breaking the silence.

For a few seconds that felt like hours you couldn't move, your blurry eyes looking around your bedroom and you thought you were outside until the dream fully faded and your mind stopped playing tricks on you. Your hair was plastered to your forehead and you had to kick at your blankets to get them untangled from your legs, having trapped yourself in them in your sleep.

This wasn't the first nightmare you had about Yeonjun and it certainly won't be the last.

But, what do these dreams mean?

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Game Over

choi yeonjun

genre: horror, yeonjun x reader

word count: 2k

warnings!!!: THIS INCLUDES BLOOD AND GORE! there is mentions of murder, drinking, and cursing. it is also a bit suggestive. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

note: I tried writing this really quickly and it is unedited, so it may be pretty bad.

every halloween... a girl goes missing. every halloween a certain family moves. for every person celebrating halloween, there is another mourning.

“babe! please! you know how much i love halloween.” a frown adorns your face as you stare at the boring boy infront of you. you had a whole day planned in spirit of this one time of the year!

“y/n i already told you... i don’t feel comfortable celebrating halloween anymore.” yeonjun sighed as he rubbed his neck. anytime you brought up halloween he’d just get jumpy and ignore all your ideas.

you huffed before thinking, “okay... since we can’t come to an agreement... why don’t we compromise?” you were upset that he was being a debby downer on Halloween, but you assumed he had his reasoning.

he was one of the sweetest boys you’ve ever met, honestly he could do no wrong... but with that came his fear. you met him almost a whole year ago and around that time he would jump at everything... the first time you met him he was crying with some dead flowers in his hand. he had gotten better over the months that you two have been together, but there were certain moments when he would have a breakdown... and he never told you why. you only assumed that halloween was one of those days that brought back bad memories for him because these past few days he’s been extremely paranoid.

“i don’t know y/n... i really don’t feel like going out tonight.” he didn’t look at you this time, just looking down while playing with his fingers.

you walked over to him- who looked more fragile than ever, and took his hands in yours. “we don’t have to go out to celebrate halloween. how about we play some classic halloween movies- that are not scary- and carve some pumpkins.” you stated into his hesitant sparkly eyes that always managed to calm you down. you could only help you could do the same to him and as his stiff body relaxed a bit, you knew that you had.

“and... there’s no going outside right? we can just stay in the house- with the doors and windows locked.” yeonjun raised a brow, wanting to confirm before he would let his guard down.

“yes yeonjun we can stay inside and lock the doors and windows.” you smiled softly at his cute paranoia. who knew people could get this scared over halloween?

yeonjun instantly enveloped you in a hug, “thank you baby.” you could only let out a small laugh at his behavior, “of course.”

you had gotten the pumpkins and all of the supplies to carve them, while yeonjun was busy locking everything. he even made sure to close the blinds.

“okay baby can you turn on hocus pocus? i’ve already secured the pumpkins.”

after yeonjun turned on the movie, the two of you started your carving.

“babe... babe. i think i’m gonna throw up. the inside of the pumpkin feels disgusting!” yeonjun quickly took his pumpkin juice hand out of the pumpkin, looking at it in disgust.

“you’re such a baby, you’ve done worse things than emptying a pumpkin.” you chuckled as you looked in between him and the pumpkin. now wearing a smirk, you grabbed a handful of the pumpkin insides and threw it at his face.

he sat for a few seconds in disbelief before swiping the plant off of his face. he could only stare at your hunched over figure, while plotting his revenge. while you were too busy laughing he put himself to work, carving an even bigger hole before speeding through the gutting.

having seen his fast at work arms, you stopped laughing only to realize he was going to finish before you.

“oh so we’re racing now?” you grinned, unaware of his intentions, and started to get to work yourself.

your arms were getting tired and before you could tell the boy that he won, a cold orange pumpkin blocked your vision.

“yeonjun! that’s so disgusting!” you took the giant thing off of your head only to witness your boyfriend dying from his laughter. it was a major contrast to the frightened boy before. it warmed your heart, and you wanted to see more of it.

“oh so you think that’s funny huh?” his laughter only became more intense as a response. you rolled your eyes playfully before putting his pumpkin down.

before you could say or do anything else there was a crash coming from upstairs. yeonjun’s laughter instantly subsided, replacing with his trembling hands.

“i’ll go check it out.” you decided, quite spooked yourself, but you didn’t want yeonjun to have to deal with it.

“no!” his sudden shout caused you to jump and look at him in awe. “i’m sure it’s nothing... i’ll go check it out.”

he walked up the stairs slowly with his hands in a fist. time seemed to go by slow. the eerie silence didn’t calm you nerves. it had only been a few minutes, but yeonjun hadn’t said anything.

“yeonjun! is everything okay?” you hollar, preparing yourself by grabbing the knife from carving.

“yeah! sorry babe, but a few kids broke out window.” your stiff shoulders finally relaxed as you put the knife down.

“ok! we will have to get someone to fix it, but for now let’s finish carving our pumpkins.” your racing heart started to slow while waiting on your boyfriend to come back down the stairs.

“actually... i was thinking... you bought these hot couples costumes for us, so maybe we should put them to use.” he was walking down the stairs, but his suggestion had you in awe.

“what are you implying mister?” your cheeks were flushed as you wondered what had gotten into him.

“well i know you planned for us to go to eunjin’s party, so i thought why not? it should be fun because i’ll be with you.” yeonjun was already wearing his fake bloodied doctors outfit. he looked good in it just like you predicted.

“go on, put yours on.” he threw the bloodied nurses outfit at you while grinning. his aura was completely different, but you couldn’t complain... it was attractive.

you hurriedly put your costume on in front of him before excitingly grabbing the car keys.

“hurry we’re already late yeonjun!” you jumped around in excitement before yeonjun smacked your ass from behind you. your eyes widened at his sudden action. you were taken aback because he never did that.

“sorry your ass just looked too good not to slap.” yeonjun pulled you and your red face closer to him as the two of you walked out of the house.

the halloween music was blasting in your ears, the party lights only adding to your party spirit.

“go have fun babe, i’ll wait for you.” yeonjun looked around, his hooded eyes scanning everyone in the room.

“or... we could both go and get a few drinks.” you smirked at yeonjun as you grabbed his hand, leading him to the kitchen. he was smirking along with you as you found the alcohol.

you didn’t know what you were drinking, but you managed to drink a cup full. with yeonjun’s encouragement you managed to be on your fourth before he dragged you outside where everyone was dancing.

it had gotten a little hard to dance once the alcohol kicked in, but yeonjun managed to keep you afloat. eventually he leaned in, kissing you deeply. his plump lips moved against yours in a rough manner, but you managed to replicate it. He bit your lip, causing a spark within you to ignite. your mind may be hazy, but you knew what this feeling was.

yeonjun pulled away first, seeming to read your mind. “fuck this party I have something better in store for you at home.” his words excited you and you rushed with him driving.

“okay y/n put this on.” yeonjun placed the blindfold in your hand, looking at you with expectancy.

“oooooh... kinky.” your slurred words didn’t help the sentence, but you managed to put on the blindfold before he guided you up the stairs. the two of you were silent as he sat you in a chair before using a belt to tie your hands and feet. ‘this is a completely new yeonjun.’

“and... surprise!” yeonjun ripped the blindfold off of you and you were met with him sitting across from you- his mouth clothed and his hands and feet just like yours. what was going on?

it wasn’t until the same man that tied you down walked over to what you thought was yeonjun. you must be seeing double after whatever the hell you drank.

“poor y/n looks confused yeonjun. whatever shall we do?” he confirmed that the one sitting was yeonjun, but then who was he and why was he looking at you with fake sympathy.

“i kissed your sweet little girl friend yeonjun... it was nice to actually get in some of the action... now i know that we don’t need you. i can have all the fun myself. you failed your job, so i had to come in and do it for you. you’ve always been a sucker.” yeonjun- or whoever this man was- twirled the knife in his hands before walking over to you.

“now y/n... you made this too easy. you were so thirsty for me that... i almost feel bad for you. we can’t have you running your little mouth though can we?” the man- yeonjun’s twin- reached for your tongue as you screamed. in attempt to get the man away from you, you bit down hard- managed to get him to pull away.

“you bitch!” your heart was racing now. he was going to kill you. you hopped in the chair, trying desperately to get out. you wish you could remember all of those defense videos you had watched.

“oh... i’m going to enjoy your slow and painful death. your blood will decorate this house very nicely.” he glared at you with a sinister smile. you fumbled with the belt, but the actual yeonjun tackled the evil twin. you don’t know how he got out, but he was buying you time and that’s all you needed.

“leave her alone! you’re fucked up you know that!” yeonjun yelled as he punched his brother. you continued to struggle underneath your restraints as yeonjun continued to pound the sicko.

yeonjun stopped after a few minutes and walked up to you. he also terrified you. you don’t know if this was all some game to him. he failed his job? what does that mean?

“don’t worry y/n... i’m not gonna hurt you. in fact, after we call the police you can run as far away as possible.” he sighed, sadness in his voice. was this the yeonjun you knew? was it all an act?

“w-what did he mean by your failed job?” you asked as he started to unbuckle you.

“well... i’m apart of this family who kills people every year. i never wanted to be apart of it...” he choked on his words as he started to sob, “but... i didn’t know a way out until now. i plan on turning them all in thanks to you.” you felt awful. he disgusted you, absolutely disgusted you. he’s the reason so many people have died... he’s the reason you could’ve died... yet you loved him.

“i’ve never killed someone with my own hands... here’s the phone you can call the cops. make the decision you would like.” you got up quickly and grabbed the phone, dialing 911. you reported the crime as quickly as possible, knowing this was going to be a lot to explain...but at least you had yeonjun.

once you put the phone down you walked over to yeonjun, hugging him as the emotions bombarded you. it was a lot to take in.

“thank you y/n.” yeonjun sighed, hugging you tightly.

“for what?” you asked, almost pulling away until a sharp pain came from your lower back.

yeonjun pushed you off of him, “for helping me kill my brother.” the yeonjun who always looked fragile looked different now. he was emotionless, worse than his twin. you fell to the floor, trying to get your legs to work to no avail. yeonjun grabbed your hair as you teared up.

“plea-” a slit to the throat. that was how all of their victims died, but this time... the other twin was tainted with the blood of an innocent.

[yeonjuns-anti-romantic]

Trigger Warning: violence, blood, gore, sexual assault, cannibalism

I wanted to write a gruesome and gross horror drabble similar to the style of Rob Zombie's films that's a bit fucked up. If that's not your thing, please keep scrolling. You've been warned.

"Fuck-Fuck you!", you spit out, panting as the room was spinning.

You could feel drool coming from your lips and dripping down your chin, your entire body swayed while you were in darkness, your legs were threatening to give out. His laugh filled your head which made you feel even more sick, trying to shake your head free of the blindfold, a blood encrusted shirt that he had forced over your eyes and tied it so tight you felt it catch in your hair and pull some out.

Yeonjun spins you again. You were struggling with the rope tied around your wrists, keeping your hands pinned behind your back so you lacked your balance totally.

"Fuck-...AAHHH!", you screamed out in frustration as you wanted to curse at him again while the ropes dug into your tender skin all over again, you could feel the blood trickling down in between your fingers.

All he did was laugh.

Giving you another spin, Yeonjun laughs maniacally while you gagged, your empty stomach heaving as you think you can't take it anymore. He kicks out, kicking you in the back so you lose your footing while you're in the darkness of the disgusting fabric, the dried blood on it wasn't even yours. Falling into a wall, you clumsily sink to the floor, twitching like a fish out of water as you tried to locate him.

You're too dazed, too hungry, and too scared.

Yeonjun steps slowly to your twitching body, half sitting up against the wall and you blindly tried to kick out at him. He answers by stompimg down on your shin, the heel of his boot digging in before letting up. You screamed, your throat raw still as you've lost track of how many days you've been here. He squats down, taking the makeshift blindfold from your eyes.

He was grinning, scratching his head while looking at you, his dark eyes observing in amusement.

You've wished so many times that this wasn't real.

They're all monsters and you were sure that you're the only one left alive. You blamed yourself, maybe if you had read the map better then you and your boyfriend and friends wouldn't have ended up stranded and in the hands of two psychopath brothers, Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

"You're the last toy so perk up.", Yeonjun whines, his lips turning into a pout, he rapped against the side of your head a few times as you blinked at him, trying to do anything other than gag, drool, or twitch. You looked pathetic.

Being here so long has taken something from you. Your hope was gone and most of your fight as well.

Yeonjun hit the side of your head again and you growled at him like a cornered animal which turned his pout back into a grin. "That's better.", he praises.

"Fuck you!", you tried again to kick out at him with what little strength you had.

Yeonjun simply slaps you, making you bite your cheek, the blood rushing to fill your mouth, and in some fucked up way your stomach growls in hunger at the taste of your own blood.

"If that's what you really want I'd be glad to give you another good fucking. My dick felt good pounding into your tight little cunt. Maybe I'll let Beomgyu stuff your mouth so you'll shut up this time when I fuck you.", he almost shouts at you, coming closer into your face to the point you turn your head away to stare at the wall, seeing every detail of dirt and grime that's stained the paint, your entire body was tensed up, pushing against the wall until it hurt to get away from him. Yeonjun had hurt you so bad when he used you and you didn't want it to happen again, during that you had been ready for your heart to give out so you could die.

"That's what I thought, sweetheart.", he coos, kissing you cheek and staying close to watch your reactions, "It's a shame that weakling is already dead..."

You kept staring at the wall, you didn't want to think about him like that, everything in you was fighting the tears threatening to come to your eyes and you didn't want to give Yeonjun that satisfaction.

"What was his name? Your boyfriend?...Soobin? Ahh, yes, Soobin was his name. Well, I guess he's your ex boyfriend now, huh?", Yeonjun keeps going.

You swallowed, the wall blurring as you failed to stop the tears as they pooled in your eyes to blur your vision.

"I think you liked it better when I fucked you than when he did."

They were disgusting and it was all a game to them. At one point that felt like a lifetime and an instant ago, the brothers had forced you and your boyfriend to have sex while they watched, both of you had been terrified, not wanting to give in to them but not wanting to die. You still had hope then, thinking that if you all just played along then somehow you'd get out alive.

"You pretended to cum with him..."

SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU FUCKER! YOU KILLED HIM!", you break, screaming at him, your spit flying into Yeonjun's face.

He knew you couldn't fight like this, bound and exhausted, so he let you yell at him while you acted like a rabid dog and all he did was calmly stand up, not bothered by your outburst.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU FUCKER!", your voice was cracking and your lungs hurt.

Yeonjun had enough, his boot landing against your cheek, kicking you in the face.

It shut you up fast, your scream sounding wet as you almost choked on your blood, falling onto your side. It wouldn't have shocked you if stars danced around your head like they do in cartoons, your mind giving you that image as the kick was so hard it blinded you a moment, nothing but black fog covering your open eyes.

By the time your head cleared enough so you could be aware and see again Yeonjun had stripped you naked, tossing the clothes to the corner of the room with a frustrated growl. He must have cut them away, your skin wasn't without cuts but those could be from all the other times you've been hurt here and you can't tell what's a fresh cut and what isn't, but there's a knife in his hands.

"Not again. P-Please.", you beg him, hating how easily you were quivering. At least if Soobin was still alive you could think of him, but after the horror of seeing him die you try to keep him out of your thoughts.

Yeonjun was feeling your thigh, groping at the naked flesh and moving it slowly up your hip like he was feeling for something.

Your mind was trying to connect something, things you've seen and heard while being trapped here but you didn't want to think it could be possible.

"Don't!", you tried to roll away from him but he only gripped the flesh of your thigh and dragged you closer by your skin which felt like it was going to rip off.

"You're only good enough to be a snack.", he grumbles.

Tears were coming from your eyes in a way you couldn't control now. No. No. This can't be real. This was sick. This was wrong.

Yeonjun notices how quiet you got, trying to control your noises as you cried. He stared deep into your fear filled eyes, watching them widen as he tells you, "Soobin, he made a good meal. When they die scared it makes the meat tender."

If anytime was a good time to scream it was now, but the sound dried up in you as your mouth opened in horror, a shudder running through your hips as you lose control of your bladder, the heat quickly vanishing as you lay in a puddle of your own urine.

He scoffs, his eyes flicking down to see how you pissed yourself, "Disgusting little piggy.", Yeonjun scolds.

The knife in his hand raises, bringing it to trace along your hip and thigh, the cold blade was dirty, no reflection to be seen in it.

Like a fool, you started kicking, but with his free hand he holds your legs still, "You dumb hog bitch, stay still.", his voice growled at you, frustrated.

Yeonjun has had practice, putting up with your struggling while slicing into your flesh with the knife. He was precise, starting at your hip and only cutting deep enough to get through the layers of your skin. Your blood started to ooze and drip down your leg and onto the floor, mixing with the urine beneath you. After he sliced down your thigh he took away the blade but the pain remained only for him to start at the top again where he started. It occurred to you that he was skinning you.

Were you screaming?

If the sounds coming out of you could be called screaming.

Yeonjun had called you a pig for a reason, with the way you were squealing he wasn't exactly wrong.

Your ears heard the sound of your flesh coming away with a sickening ripping sound. From your hip to down the middle of your thigh it felt like it was on fire, Yeonjun had cut away a strip of your flesh.

Your hands that were still bound behind your back were shaking, begging to touch at your ruined skin as if you could take it from him and put it back to make it all better.

A string of drool leaked from your lips and dropped down your chin as your squealing finally gave way. You hadn't passed out despite him skinning you alive, literally.

Yeonjun held up the sliver of skin, examining it and shaking it a bit, the bright red of your blood dripping from it like a faucet that was left on.

Seeing his mouth open, he tilts his head back, your skin like a wet noodle as he lowers it into his mouth, humming as he sucks the blood from it, causing you to whimper, too stunned for words.

"Hmm, sweet.", Yeonjun comments, taking the slice of skin from his mouth, it was now clean and glistening with his saliva. He smiles down at you, his teeth stained red, "But not quite ready to die."

This horror wasn't over.

( I'm sorry if this was way too heavy or gross. But I've wanted so badly to write a horror drabble that was actually disgusting.)