Author: ✨Star✨
Pairing: BTS x Reader (no specific pairing)
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, Mentions of death (Ask to tag if needed)
Authors note: Holyshit its been a hot minute hasn’t it lmao. I’m sorry this chapter took so long to get here, I’m trying to work more frequently now that I have a place I can go to get away from my personal situations. Please send me any and all feedback via the ask box! I can’t wait to hear from you. xoxo - ✨
i hope you kpoppies know that defending seungri in this situation does absolutely nothing for him and only serves to dig a whole for yourself. this issue is so much bigger than an almost 30 year old kpop man involved in a sex rumor. this goes up to the elected officials. this goes to politicians. this goes to the 1% in korea.
this is not a kpop scandal. this is a system of corruption in south korea that has been around for a long time, and it’s finally being unfolded… and you wanna defend him? you want to defend person who was not only proven to be in the kkt groupchat where they sent videos of them raping drugged women, passing them around like they were trophies to be proud of, and where they continuously joked about raping and drugging more women. they bragged about their rapes. they sent ㅋㅋㅋㅋ’s when they brought up their latest victims. and you want to pretend that this is a smear campaign? one of them already confessed. there’s no coming back from this.
the victims of this horror are celebrities in korea. idols. your favorite girlgroups were coerced into sex/raped and recorded without their consent. those videos were shared in between these men. the police have confirmed this, and it’s speculated that there’s more evidence the police are hiding. there have been murders related to this case. arson. you’re not fighting for justice when you say things like “innocent until proven guilty,” you’re supporting the people who want to bury this.
not only was seungri proven to be an active manager and atendee at his burning sun club in gangnam, but yg was proven to be the owner of the club. he has been evading taxes for gods know how long.
they’re looking at seungri for the illegal distribution of drugs, hidden camera filming and distributing the footage, and pimping.
please utilize your braincells and realize this is so, so much bigger than just seungri. than just yg. than a kkt groupchat. this is south korean politics, corruption, coercion, and prostitution rings. this goes years back, to when the past president was in office.
i implore you, have sympathy for the victims. they’re the ones who are really suffering from this.
🌟ask, I'm sorry I misunderstood the story ask post you can absolutely skip it
Oh my gosh it’s okay!! Your ask was really sweet, so I’m going to keep it in my askbox for something to remind me that people do like my writing! Thank you so much 💙
To answer the 🌟 for the ask game thing though, a part I’m really proud of for The Hunt, is probably the part in Chapter 2, where we first meet Namjoon after he catches Y/n to keep them from falling.
(And a side answer is that I have been doing a good job of keeping reader / Y/n gender neutral in each fic I’ve done. I think we need more gender neutral fics in the fandom, and in general!!)
Author: ✨Star✨
Pairing: BTS x Reader (no specific pairing)
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, Mentions of death (Ask to tag if needed)
Authors note: Holyshit its been a hot minute hasn’t it lmao. I’m sorry this chapter took so long to get here, I’m trying to work more frequently now that I have a place I can go to get away from my personal situations. Please send me any and all feedback via the ask box! I can’t wait to hear from you. xoxo - ✨
In lieu of the new tumblr settings, can I make yet another plea with those of you who read fics and consume art on tumblr to please reblog them?
Fics and art will die on a creator’s dash if they aren’t reblogged. It’s never been more true than now.
If you want to keep receiving content from creators, reblog the the content. If it’s something you enjoyed? Reblog it. It’s not hard. I am going to make a point to reblog everything I read from now on. (With the proper tags of course), as well as all the art that I see on my dash.
I cannot make it simpler. Posts WILL die unless they’re reblogged. No one will see your ‘like’. Your like is a bookmark for YOU to find it later. Your reblog means the world to a creator because it means you are willing to go the little extra distance and recommend this to your followers.
Don’t let creations die on the dash of those who created them.
I’m just going to reblog this bc honestly Lee (@njssi) is my favorite writer on here and I was just going to recommend SOME of her content but that would be a disservice to everyone bc ALL of her work is perfection.
Please read all of her work and send her the love she deserves for it!!!
Author: ✨Star✨
Pairing: BTS x Reader (no specific pairing)
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, Mentions of death (Ask to tag if needed)
Authors note: Holyshit its been a hot minute hasn’t it lmao. I’m sorry this chapter took so long to get here, I’m trying to work more frequently now that I have a place I can go to get away from my personal situations. Please send me any and all feedback via the ask box! I can’t wait to hear from you. xoxo - ✨
Author: ✨Star✨
Pairing: BTS x Reader (no specific pairing)
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, Mentions of death (Ask to tag if needed)
Authors note: Holyshit its been a hot minute hasn’t it lmao. I’m sorry this chapter took so long to get here, I’m trying to work more frequently now that I have a place I can go to get away from my personal situations. Please send me any and all feedback via the ask box! I can’t wait to hear from you. xoxo - ✨
Seventy two hours. That was how long you had to outlast these mysterious “lords.” Who are they, and what do they want from you? How were you even supposed to make it for seventy two hours? Especially if you couldn’t see.
Turning away from the panel you had come through, you hold out your arms and begin to slowly feel your way through the dark. You try to focus your senses in an attempt to decipher your surroundings. Taking a deep breath, the scent of pine filled your nose, and you could just barely make out the sound of rushing water coming from somewhere deeper inside this...place, whatever it is. As your feet moved cautiously over the grass, a short burst of static noise came from all around you, followed by Hyunju’s voice cracking through an unknown loudspeaker.
“Hello players! This year’s prize has been released into the arena! Now gentleman, remember your rules, and your manners while playing the game. Killing the prize, or another player is strictly prohibited, otherwise you may use all of your abilities as you see fit.”
Abilities? What kind of abilities? If you were going to have to play this “game” as Hyunju called it, and it was like she described, you would have to be smart. You begin trying to recall any survival tips you could as she continued.
“As for you, prize,” you could practically hear Hyunju sneer, “you have a ten minute head start before the lords are allowed into the arena. Along with the safe zones, there are four small caches hidden throughout the arena for you, which contain basic supplies like food and water. Make good use of your time.”
With a flash, the arena was flooded with light from high above you, causing you to bring your arms up to shield your face as your eyes struggled to adjust to the unexpected brightness.
Fuck, you thought, a little warning would be nice. Hyunju let out an amused chuckle, and you felt your stomach turn in disgust at the sound.
“Oh dear, it seems I’ve startled the prize with the lights. So sorry, Y/n. Your prize will be waiting for you, my lords. The Hunt will officially begin at the sound of the bell, good luck!”
Bringing our arms down, you begin to take in the environment in which you were imprisoned. You had managed to walk into a small lush clearing, scattered with a myriad of wild flowers growing freely along the ground. The small garden space was surrounded by towering pine trees, and it was a wonder how you hadn’t walked right into one of them in the dark. Two lightly beaten pathways snake through the trees to either side of you, neither of which appear any different from the other. The sounds of birds chirping in the distance brought a sense of peace for a brief moment, as if you were actually in a forest, instead of a recreation of one.
That momentary illusion of zen shatters when you remember you only have less than ten minutes to move before the lords enter the arena. You glance between the paths once more, ultimately deciding to go down the one to your right.
It wasn’t long before you were swallowed up by the trees. With a look behind you, you realized you couldn’t even see where you had entered. The atmosphere seemed to dim as you made your way through the shadows of the trees, following the twists and turns as they came. A subtle feeling of dread had crept into your mind, you could feel the anxiety building the further you walked.
Ding, Ding, Ding.
The bell.
Fuck, you began to run, desperate to put more distance between you and anyone else who might be entering the arena. A small dose of adrenaline spikes through your veins as an exhilarated howl sounds from off in the distance, joined by another not even a moment later. Did they send actual wolves in here?!
Foregoing your previous desire to run further, you spot what appears to be a large hollowed tree trunk and head straight for it. Squeezing inside, you drop down into a crouch and try to steady your breathing while covering your mouth to muffle the noise. Your anxiety rose, and you cursed your body. The more afraid you were, the easier it would be for wolves to smell you. You close your eyes and will yourself to relax, managing to slow your heart rate as well as your breathing.
You inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of earth after a rainfall. You felt yourself slowly start to relax, the anxiety seeming to roll off of your body as a calm replaced it. After a while you open your eyes, you look around to try and determine the source of the comforting smell. You brush your fingers across the bark of the tree, but find no sense of moisture from it. As you draw your hand back, you hear a faint hum off in the distance, a quiet song carried through the trees.
Shifting your weight, you step out from the tree trunk, staying low as you scanned the horizon for any signs of life. You creep around to the opposite side, narrowing your gaze on the curve of a path snaking between the shadows. You straighten, and with another glance around you, make your way down the path. The humming was getting louder, and the rain scent intensified as you moved, spurring you to quicken your steps until you hit a light jogging pace. As you came around the side of a particularly large tree, the humming came to an abrupt end, and the smell dissipated.
“Wait! Please, don’t go..” Your voice sounded hoarse, and you felt the panic start to take over again. The only comfort you’d felt since you were thrown into this endless maze of trees had abandoned you, leaving you to the wolves both figuratively and literally. Your hands began to tremble, the panic making it’s way through your body.
“P-please..”
The world seemed to tilt as you stepped forward, searching frantically for the voice, for the calm. You started to run, following the path deeper and deeper into the trees.
Does this arena ever end? you wondered. Will I ever get out?
The feeling of eyes watching you descended upon you suddenly, you weren’t alone. Your feet carried you faster, desperate to get farther away from whatever was watching you, as your heartbeat throbbed frantically in your ears and your vision began to blur. Tears threaten to streak down your face, you shake your head to attempt to stall them, but you stumble, and you feel yourself go flying toward the ground.
You never feel the impact of grass and soil raking your skin, instead, the overwhelming calm envelops you, wrapping itself around you from behind like a strong pair of arms. Your head swims from the sudden change in atmosphere, and you take a deep breath. Fresh rainfall floods your senses once more, and you feel your body sway before stabilizing with your feet planted firmly on the ground. You felt the seemingly real arms of peace begin to pull themselves away from you, but when you brought your hands up to hold them in place, you were surprised to find actual arms there.
“Please.” you whimpered, desperate to keep whatever - no, whoever - this was with you. Even if it meant sacrificing your safety. “Please don’t leave me here alone again.”
The arms hesitated, but slowly relaxed around you again as a slight warmth began to spread across your body. You closed your eyes and let your guard drop, almost willing this person to slide their hand up to your neck and squeeze until you felt nothing.
“I don’t want to harm you..” The person spoke softly, almost a whisper. His voice was like coffee, warm and inviting, bringing you back to the conscious world after a fitful night's sleep. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself before slowly stepping out of his embrace and turning to face him.
“Oh.”
He was taller than you, and you had to tilt your head to see him properly. Your gaze swept over him slowly, taking in the man before you. He wore a long sleeve black shirt, a pair of close fit black jeans, but like you, he had no shoes. His silver hair sat messily atop his head, which was a pleasing contrast to his warm, tawny complexion. You took in his full lips, slightly puffy cheeks, and pleasantly rounded nose before finally settling on his eyes. They were a deep, enticing russet brown, with the slightest sliver of grey just around the edge of his pupil. You felt compelled to slowly raise your hand to his face, yet you didn’t touch him, instead you just let your fingertips hover, not even an inch away.
“Oh?” his lips pulled into a smile, revealing a pair of dimples. You felt yourself begin to smile back and dropped your hand down to your side once more. That’s when you noticed it, the very faint translucent band outlining him, as if the edges of his being were slowly fading away. As you watched, it began to expand, taking more of his form into the misty translucent state.
“Who are you? Wh...What.. are you?” you questioned with your head tilted. A cold sharpness flashed across his gaze for a brief moment, causing you to take a half step back, moreso out of shock than fear. The man sighed, shaking his head slowly, as his smile became more sorrowful.
“My name is Namjoon,” He spoke softly, “and I was last years prize.” You blinked slowly, letting what he said register inside of your brain properly. Last years prize? Had he not survived?
“Did they break the rules? Did they hurt you..?” your voice wavered uneasily. If the lords had broken the rules before, what would stop them from doing so again? You could feel the anxiety begin to bubble up inside of you again, and you squeezed your hands into fists.
“No, they didn’t do this to me. Not directly anyways.” Namjoon chuckled, carding his fingers through his hair as he focused his gaze on you again. “I outlasted them, and when they said I had won, that I could leave, I didn’t believe them. I stayed hidden, for so long that I ran out of food, out of supplies. I died here, but it wasn’t because of them.”
As you were opening your mouth to speak, the lights far overhead began to dim, causing Namjoon to huff in annoyance.
“Come this way, it’ll be night soon, and we should get you to one of the supply caches.” He offered you his hand as he turned to his left, leading off of the trail you’d been following. “I saw where they hid them before they let you in, there’s one not far.”
“Okay,” you nodded, sliding your hand into his with ease as you set off into the trees. “Mind if I ask something?”
“Anything. I won’t lie to you.” he smiled reassuringly as you walked.
“How can I feel you? If you’re dead, well...a ghost I guess? Shouldn’t my hand go right through you?” Namjoon laughed a little at this, and you felt your heart flutter at the sound.
“Normally yes, that would be the case,” he hummed, “but right before I died, one of the others found me, and he did...something to me. I don’t know what it was exactly, but I can control my phasing. I can be solid if I want to be, or I could be..” suddenly he was gone, and your hand was empty. The calm that had settled over you had disappeared entirely, the smell of rain replaced by pine.
“Namjoon?!” You called, spinning on your heels to search for him, but finding nothing but the trees.
“Yes, Y/n?” his voice came from behind you, to your right. As you turned, you caught him slowly coming back into view, materializing from nothing. Everything else came back then, the calm, the rain, everything felt right.
“Was that really necessary?” you crossed your arms over your chest, shooting him a half hearted glare. He merely laughed and held his hand out to you again, kind smile returning. You hesitated for a moment, but rolled your eyes before taking his hand once more and following him. He began to hum softly as the two of you walked in comfortable quiet, you recognized it as the same melody from earlier, before you found him, and you decided to hum along in tune.
Letting your mind drift, you thought of how thankful you were to have found someone else in this hellscape. Not only another person, but one who isn’t interested in hunting you down. Stealing a glance at Namjoon you felt a little sad, knowing he hadn’t been able to make it out, even if it was because of his own stubbornness.
After what felt like ages, he finally stopped at the base of a large pine tree, where a large messenger bag sat against the trunk. You knelt down and opened it, taking inventory of what was inside. Two metal water canteens, two packages of dried meat, two packages of berries and nuts, paracord, a small knife, and a fire starter.
“This isn’t really much..” you sighed, standing up and slinging the bag over your shoulder before stretching lazily.
“The first one never is, but that’s what the safe zones are for.” Namjoon gently patted your shoulder. “They have a small place for you to sleep, and more supplies than the caches. The lords may be fucked up for bringing you here, but they don’t want you to die here.”
“Well at least there’s that then. Do you know where a safe zone is?” He shook his head at your question, crossing his arms and leaning back against the pine tree.
“No, they moved them between now and last year. I didn’t see where, because I was following the girl who moved the caches.”
“Hyunju?” you asked, remembering the unsettling woman making you shiver for a moment. “The one with the white hair, amber eyes? She’s creepy.”
“No, this girl was different. She-” Namjoon stopped short, tilting his head as if listening for something. His gaze became intense as he turned it to you. “Don’t tell anyone you saw me. I’ll be right here with you, don’t panic.”
Before you could ask him why he was saying that, he was gone. Your heartbeat began to race, as you turned in a circle once to check for him again. You closed your eyes and tried to ground yourself, taking a few deep breaths. You’d just managed to calm down when a voice you recognized spoke from in front of you, bringing you to open your eyes.
It’s the official two hour mark until The Hunt Chapter Two!
It’ll be posting at 6pm EST, and then the updated master list will be posted two hours after that at 8pm EST.
I really hope you all enjoy the chapter, please don’t be afraid to send in asks about anything, I want to communicate with you guys!! Give me your thoughts, theories, criticisms, and questions!
I love you all very much and I cannot wait to see what you think!
Author: ✨Star✨
Pairing: BTS x Reader (no specific pairing)
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: None? (Ask to tag if needed)
Authors note: Ah! The first installment to The Hunt, which is my first multi-chapter fic, is finally here. I hope you all enjoy this little labor of love I’m putting together. Please send me any and all feedback via the ask box! I can’t wait to hear from you. xoxo - ✨
New mood board for The Hunt will be out in a little over an hour.
The chapter is done and sitting at a nice 2,460 word count right now, and will be edited by Skully sometime tonight/tomorrow morning hopefully, then posted tomorrow night!
It comes paired with a mood board at the end of the chapter, as each chapter will be when a new character is introduced. (Aka when reader meets them face to face, not when they’re mentioned.)
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