Tattered Ebony pt. 2
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Au: Supernatural!Au Genre: Angst / Violence / Smut Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Past Taehyung x Reader, Brother Jungkook Wordcount: 3447 Warnings: Mentions of drugs, addiction, depression, mental illness, supernatural stuff, manipulation, supernatural stuff, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids srsly...this is an exception to the rule). A/N: Am i still out for @xiubaek13's ass??? Maybe so, maybe so ;p. I hope you guys like it!
Your frown only grew deeper the more he talked. Something was stopping you from interrupting the seeming nonsense that spilled from his lips. There was an edge to his voice that was too raw to his fake, and he reopened the memories for himself. “He must’ve woken up by himself.” You mumbled to him. “I never found him on the floor.”
“I don’t know. But I was gone too quickly to find out.”
That angered you, and you moved to kick him if he didn’t stop you in time.
“Listen, you can attack me all you want when I’m done talking about this. We’ll even get to the gun you stole out of my car.” He said, hand clasped tightly around your ankle, gaze burning into yours.
You shook off his grip. “You left my brother like that?! What if something was wrong with him Yoongi?! What if he didn’t wake up?!” you called.
“Listen!” he called, sitting up. “All I know is whatever I did back then was that I could feel every little ounce of happiness he’d felt, I could see it, taste it almost. And all my sorrows were gone, I felt so relieved, full. And then I looked at him and he didn’t look the same, he looked tired and drained and. I knew I’d done something to him and I didn’t know what and I knew I had to leave because I was too scared to deal with the consequences. Too scared to do that to him again, or to you!”
To you…he was afraid of hurting you? “Yoo-“
“No, listen to me. You want to hear what I did?”
You nodded slowly, swallowing thickly at the feeling of fear running down your spine.
“The ouija board called out on a demon called a soul-eater, they’re dangerous but cannot come here unless we call on them. It fed on my soul, all of it.” He took a break, furrowing his brow, probably thinking about how to bring the next part. “I did the same thing to Jungkook.”
“YOU WHAT?!” You weren’t sure how you were going to do it, but your body carried yourself of the bed in anger. The gun was in your hands, pointing at Yoongi who hadn’t done much more than raise his eyebrows at you.
He got up slowly, lifting his hands in the air as he twisted his body to face you. “Calm down, let me finish. Then you can use the gun on me.”
You jerked the gun to signal for him to continue.
“Okay listen. When the soul-eater ate my soul he fully consumed it, putting me in a state known as Demi. It means I’m transitioning and need to feed on the happiness of others to stay alive. That’s what I did to Jungkook. I fed on his happiness to drown out my own sorr-“
A snarl left your lips as you pulled the trigger in rage. You braced for the force of the gun to throw you back, but it never came. There was just a dull click. You stared at the object in awe, eyes wide and confused.
“You left the safety on.” Yoongi said.
“W-what?” you stuttered.
He pointed at the gun. “The safety, it’s a little button on the side.”
You twisted the weapon, hands trembling too hard to properly get it. With hesitance, you flipped the little switch and pointed to gun towards the other again. But you were unsure if you could pull the trigger with full consciousness.
“Shoot.” He said, determined, face clear of any emotions except perhaps amusement. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt me. As Demi I’m stuck in a state between earth and hell. Shoot me, so you’ll believe me.”
It was almost as if you’d spaced out, he was suddenly in front of you, panting softly as if he’d run. His breath fanned over your face, hand around your wrists to press the gun against his chest. “Shoot.” He whispered, voice dipping lower, looking down at you. His hands were so so cold against your skin, and you trembled in fear unsure of what to do.
You had tears coming up in your eyes out of pure frustration. The trigger was right there beneath your fingers, if you pulled it now he’d be dead, hopefully. He’d be gone, and you didn’t have to worry about it anymore. Taehyung would’ve shot him. You know he would because he’d talked about bashing Yoongi’s head in too often and too seriously.
“What’s making you doubt yourself.” He whispered in a husky voice. “You were so sure seconds ago.”
“D-don’t play with me.”
“Tell me.”
“Jungkook.” You whimpered almost. He was 20, you were aware, but in your eyes he’d always be your little Nochu. He called you Nimmy, you called him Nochu, you’d done it since you were very very little. You’d taken care of him, almost raised him, you knew him better than anyone. And you’d almost lost him over a punk like Min Yoongi. But he’d never forgive you if you put a bullet through his heart.
There were rough, calloused fingertips on your chin, forcing you to look up through the tears. “I swear on Jungkook’s life that if you pull that trigger right now, nothing will happen. I’m not stupid enough to let you actually kill me.”
His voice so low and you could almost feel the slight hoarseness through it caused by the drinking and the smoking. And he slightly nudged you, pushing his chest against the muzzle of the gun, forcing you to take a small step backwards.
“Do it.”
And you did, pulling the trigger and almost watching time slow down. The gun backfired into your hand, but Yoongi’s hands steadied you. You flinched at the sound of the bullet hitting the wall.
Wait what. You dropped the gun, letting it clatter to the floor.
“Hey, hey, stop.” Yoongi reached out for your elbow, holding you before you fell over backwards onto the chair.
“How?!” You called, afraid, tears spilling over the edge, as you tried to shake him off. “Don’t touch me!” He wasn’t letting go though, hands coming to your upper arms, trying to get you to listen to him. “YOU TOOK MY BROTHER AWAY FROM ME!” you yelled, trying to push him away against his chest. “Do you know what you did to him!” you cried, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but he was way too strong. “YOU MONSTER!”
When Yoongi let you go, you toppled over onto the floor, scooting away until your back his the bedside table. You stared at him, trying to gather your breath. There was a hole in his shirt, but there was no blood, no nothing. The skin that was showing through was as pale and unmarked as it was before.
He looked at you, and you saw a tear escape and roll down his cheek. “Do you think I wanted this? That I asked for this?” he bit his lip and briefly turned away. “Do you think I wanted to have to face all the fucked up shit I did in my past day by day? You think I wanted to hurt Jungkook like that?” he shook his head, looking down at his feet. “He was like a little brother to me, I cared about him. I wanted him to succeed and be happy. I thought, if I help him stay on the right track, help him graduate and get into uni, maybe I can atone for what I’ve done.”
You’d never known he was that…burdened back when he and Jungkook were friends. He wasn’t from town, you didn’t grow up with him like you did with Taehyung and Jimin. You never really knew Yoongi. And it was now that you realised that. All the accusations Jungkook had made to you, about always leaving to Tae’s place instead of giving Yoongi a fair shot, maybe he was right.
So you stood up, wiping the tears from your face with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“I’ve been trying to find a way to fix this. But it seems there is none.” He whispered and you could see the tears gathered at the tip of his chin as he hung his head. “I can’t give him back what I took, no matter how much I want to.”
You brushed off your jeans, and shakily moved towards the door. He looked up at you when you reached for the door handle.
“I can take you home?” he said hoarsely, eyes glassy.
“I need some air.” You whispered in return, opening the door and letting the ice cold air stream inside the room.
A hand closed around your wrist, and you were pulled back inside, turned with your back against the door. It slammed closed and before you knew it Yoongi’s lips were on yours.
You didn’t even protest to him, you answered immediately, falling into the feeling of affection too easily. He kissed well, lips moving against your in vigour, parting them and slipping his tongue inside your mouth. A small moan formed at the back of your throat, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, the other still pinning you to the door. There was an edge of desperation in the way he kissed you, like he needed it.
His chest was so cold against your as you pulled him closer by the waist, but it felt so good. On the contrary, his mouth was warm and his touch rough but not demanding. You’d fantasised about this back when, kissing him. His lips were rough, but his hair was soft when you reached up your hand to tangle your fingers in his white locks.
He growled softly when you grazed your teeth over his bottom lip, breaking the kiss to catch some much needed air. His forehead rested against yours, breath fanning out over your face as you could feel his heart beat against your chest.
Wait? You lifted your hand, placing it over his heart, feeling the steady thump. Yoongi grinned, crowding you even closer against the door. He traced your jawline with his nose, and you shivered at the feeling. “Is this okay?” His fingers toyed with the edge of your shirt, fingers slipping underneath to draw almost soothing circles on your hip.
You nodded, as he placed open mouthed kissed down your neck. Soft grazes of teeth and tongue that made your toes curl.
“I need to hear you say it.” He whispered, gripping you tighter, and dropping your hand.
You frowned at his comment, it made you think, do you want this? Moments ago you were screaming monster to his face, and now he had you pressed up against the wall. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind telling you you had to get away. But your body betrayed you, your heart did.
Yoongi was lightly sucking on your skin, teeth grazing, biting down to leave small marks everywhere until you gave him a reasonable answer.
“Yes.”
Your words spurred him on, hands gripping at your thighs to surprise you by lifting you up. He threw you down on the bed, your body bouncing off, lips parting in anticipation. His eyes were hooded as he crawled over you, small frame fitting perfectly between your thighs. The strangest thing was the cold feeling of his skin, contrasting with the warmth of his mouth against your neck. With your hands in his hair, roaming down his back, you shivered almost.
He groaned in the back of his throat as you wrapped a leg around his, pushing his hips into yours. “Off.” He said, pulling at your shirt, sitting up himself to throw off his shirt. You reached up to touch his skin, but he grabbed your wrist, giving you a smirk. “Off.”
You glared at him and pulled your shirt over your head, revealing your now equally bare chest.
“No bra?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Constricting,” you mumbled, pulling him back down for a kiss. He devoured your mouth, tongue raking along the back of your teeth as you traced your hands down his chest.
In reality, the cool touch of his skin was nice against your warm chest. It was new, and gave your goosebumps, and you moaned into his mouth.
He chuckled, rolling his hips into yours, slowly but deliberately. You threw your head back, resting onto the pillow as he kissed down your chest. He paid full attention to your nipples, sucking, licking, biting down, until he moved further down your stomach. By then you were a panting mess, fingers carding through his hair in a way that seemed to make him hum.
By the time he’d removed your jeans and underwear you’d figured out he was better with his mouth than you expected. He turned you into a whimpering mess, pulling at his hair to get him closer as he sucked and bit in ways you’d never experienced before. One of his hands was holding you down while the other just about made you scream at the way he moved his fingers in and out of you.
At this pace, you wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer. “Yoongi.” You moaned, back arching off the bed as he bit you lightly in response. “I’m gonna…fuck." You groaned and he smirked against you, moving away his mouth to kiss up your straining thigh.
His fingers almost stilled, if it wasn’t for your hips rocking against his hand to keep the friction. “Don’t worry.” He chuckled. “I got you.”
You raised yourself up to look at him, his eyes dark as they looked into yours. His hair was a mess, and his lips red and shiny from going down on you.
With a soft push of your hand, he continued, chuckling and resuming his actions to make you literally quake. You could feel your orgasm nearing, and it wasn’t coming slowly. And then, it was almost as if you’d been barely caught by a wave hitting shore. Like it grazed your feet, but pulled away before you could grasp it.
Yoongi slowed his movements to a bare minimum, and your peak ebbed away, slowly, almost soothingly. “There we go.”
It felt dissatisfying and odd, but not in a bad way. You panted, running a hand through your own hair. “More.” You whispered, moving your hips to signal what you wanted.
With your head set to one goal it took you three more near orgasms to figure out what was going on. “Wait.” You suddenly gasped, body covered in a sheen of sweat as Yoongi rested his now flushed cheek against the inside of your thigh.
“Hmmm?”
“Are you…What are you doing?”
He laughed, the sound very out of place. “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you.”
“Is this because of your?” you frowned, licking your dry lips. “Whatever?”
Yoongi slowly pulled out his fingers, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and then cleaning it off on the sheets. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s….weird.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of him biting and sucking his way back up to your chest. “What? How?”
He kissed all the way back up to your mouth, sucking on your tongue for a good while before giving you any worthy explanation. “Happiness, ecstasy, same idea. I’m feeding off of you in the most safe way I possible could.” He let his teeth graze your lip, looking into your eyes. “If you want me to stop I will.”
You kissed him, and he groaned against your lips, pressing his clothed crotch against you. Too far gone to ask him to stop, you said: “Take of those jeans, and get to business. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
He didn’t give you much more than an arched eyebrow and light scoff before ridding himself of his jeans and boxers. You shamefully stared at him, pale skin stretched out over soft thighs as he came back to the bed. He caught you staring, and shot you that damned grin of his that made you fall for him two years ago. You wondered if he knew that you had a crush on him.
Yoongi lazily stroked himself, coming back between your legs but you put a foot on his stomach. “Hold it, you have condoms?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.
“Don’t worry about that.” He said, grabbing your foot and basically swinging your leg over his shoulder so he could press it close to your chest. “I’m bullet proof, STI proof, and baby proof.”
And as stupid as you were you let him press you into the mattress and slide home with one smooth thrust. Both of you moaned at the feeling, his teeth latching onto your shoulder as he stilled. Your nails were digging into his back, waiting for the stretch to lessen. “Give me a second.” He wasn’t much bigger than you expected, but you hadn’t had sex in a long time.
But when you finally gave him the green light to move you never wanted him to stop. He was just rough enough to be deliberate in his thrust, setting up something that was just that bit off rhythm that it kept you teetering on the edge. He kissed you, grunted into your mouth, bit your skin, as you scratched down his back. It felt good, better than you'd ever excepted, and you briefly wondered if he’d picked up the skill after he’d left, or before.
You suspected he was still pulling his tricks on you, since it took you a while to get anywhere. But the build was delicious and you kissed him. “I’m close.”
He looked into your eyes, pupils small where you’d expected them to be blown out with lust. “Can I…” he huffed, slowing himself down. “One more.”
You realised that sex for him, must not be about his own pleasure at all, but it truly was about yours. About the…feeding, about making your pleasure his. It was so nuanced though, it didn’t seem to harm you like it had harmed Jungkook. He was in total control.
“One more.” You whispered, kissing him, letting him bring you down gently, like you were lowered onto a soft, but cold bed.
He easily picked up his pace then, almost brutally so. The headboard slammed against the wall but neither of you cared enough, gripping onto each other’s body, panting against flushed skin. Your body started to strain from your leg being in that angle, and you knew you’d have an ache in your groin after this. But you wanted him to go on, not stop until you were finally pushed over the edge.
You didn’t care to warm him, letting your peak wash over you in blunt waves, your body arching into his. He rocked you through it, slowing down until you were still. Only to pull out and finish himself off over your stomach.
Yoongi came without a sound, body stilling, eyes closed, lips digging deeply into his lip. It was a sight to behold, but you body was utterly drained, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from slipping closed slowly.
With some struggle you detected him moving to the bathroom, coming back to clean you with a wet towel. “You okay?” he whispered, pulling the covers from under your body and slipping in next to you.
He was warm then, and you unintentionally snuggled up to the man you claimed to hate with a burning passion. “Yeah.” You said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“You were so…cold?”
“Oh, that. Yeah, when we don’t feed for a while out body temperature drops. We generally seem healthier when we do feed.” His fingers lazily moved up and down your arm.
You pressed a hand to his chest. “And you feed on…ecstasy and happiness?”
“Demi’s, we’re in transition, we have to keep feeding until it’s complete or we’ll become stagnant and go into libido where we’re stuck between life and death.” He rested his chin on top of your head. “I learnt the best way to survive. We survive by feeding on ecstasy, it doesn’t sate but it keeps us going. We survive until we’re at the point of no return. Then we die…”
Then they die? You were about to ask when suddenly your phone started ringing. In all honesty, you didn’t want to pick it up. But when Yoongi went to grab it for you and told you it was Taehyung, you knew it wasn’t okay.
You took the phone from him, clutching the sheets to your bare chest. “Tae?” you said, worried.
There was a sound of a loud crash on the other side of the phone, and then screaming, no, wailing. Jungkook. “Y/n please come home.” Taehyung panted, sounding extremely distressed. Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes, probably hearing the sounds. “Jungkook won’t stop screaming, and we don’t know what to do.”
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