Hello! This is going to be my second blog on tumblr that I’ll be writing fan fiction for! (My other one is @its-ya-boi-autumn for those of you that like Hunter X Hunter or anime in general, I write fan fiction there as well) and uh yeah, I’ll just start outputting content whenever I’m in the mood! Feel free to send in any kind of request whether it be headcanons, fluff, just a random scenario, yandere, tsundere, whatever the hell you want. I made a Rules and Requests page on my other tumblr account, they all apply here as well~
Warning though, with all due respect, I do write smut for all members of the groups (unless they’re under the international age of 18). However, I’m not too keen on doing it really because I’m not a very sexual person and it’s not my expertise or preference, so if I’m in the mood I’ll write it but if not it just might take a while for your request to come out. (You can still ask! It’s uncommon for me to ignore or disregard a request, it may just take some time for me to get it out to you!) I’ll send out some works that I have written already and you’ll get a taste of my writing! If you like it, maybe follow and like the stuff I do~
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I don't think I could top My Beloved, that shit was so fucking good for no reason God I'm so proud of that fic! If you haven't read it already I recommend you do 10/10 one of my best works I think. Along with Beautiful Lie~
Got this idea from, well, sitting in the tub at 4 in the morning. I'm at a friends house and since he's passed out I decided to take a bath. I was scared of waking him but I didn't, though I did think of this scenario with Kihyun, thought it was cute and since I've been feeling him lately~ You'll have to forgive the second half of the writing being weirdly bad, I started this when I wasn't as stressed and now I'm stressed to the max so it's been a couple months since I've written.
Word Count: 1211
Warnings: F! OC, I think this is more fluffy than angsty but your perspective, nudity no sex, just playful banter
"Luna?" the sound sends a ripple of shock through her exposed body, startling the water around her in the tub. Eyes wide, Luna faces the voice behind the shower curtain, hiding her naked figure beneath the crinkling plastic. Kihyun, her roommate, stood leaning in the doorway, eyes squinted to the likely sudden brightness of the bathroom.
"Yes?" her own voice was small, minimal as it bounced back to her off the baby blue paint on the walls.
"What are you doing up at this hour, it's nearly four in the morning." the inquiry crawled under her skin, shades of pink blushing around her cheeks.
"Uh..." she started, trying to find the words to answer him, "nothing, I don't think. Just got the urge to take a bath, that was all." the reply was honest. She found herself lying awake in her bedroom, feeling the cool air around her as she tried to catch an ounce of sleep she decided to simply get up and start the tub. Though she was hoping it wouldn't wake her roommate. It seemed, obviously, to her dismay, that it had.
"Don't you have to get up early though? Like," he checked his nonexistent watch then turned to glance out the window as the first signs of light peeks through the blind, "at 8?" he finished. Luna glanced down at her knees, protruding from the pool of water she sat in. Watching the droplets drip and dry across the dark skin on her legs.
"Luna?"
"Yeah, yeah you're right I- I do." she stuttered, interrupting him on accident in the process. She stood in the tub, pulling the curtain over so she could hide entirely as she dislodged the tub plug holding all of the water in. A rather loud swooshing sound and then gargling as the water swirled down the hole, swallowed into the pipes. Her hands reached out into the sink for her towel, covering herself before stepping out into the mat. Cold yet moist air rushed to greet her skin the second she stepped out in to it. Luna shivered, avoiding eye contact with Kihyun as she exited the bathroom.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he pestered, only trying to help, you knew.
"Yeah, everything's alright. Like I said I just wanted a bath, that was it." you forced a laugh, trying to sound like it was alright. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, to tell the truth. She didn't really feel upset, or angry at anyone, or melancholic, she didn't feel anything now that she thought about it.
"Do you want me to sit up with you?" he offered, following her into the room.
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I mean considering the fact that for one I'm already up and for two I wouldn't of mentioned it had I not wanted to." he explain, crossing his arms in the doorway to her bedroom. She took a glance at him. His eyes were more awake now, no longer squinted shut from the crust of just waking. His body language more alert and aware of his surroundings. He was definitely not getting back to bed either.
"I guess so," she finally answered, "just let me get dressed first, okay?" she moved behind the door, meaning to shut it so he couldn't see her. He nodded, pivoting on his heel so his back was to the door. Luna closed it quietly, holding the knob before releasing it into the side hole. She let the towel fall from her body, pooling at her feet. Stepping out of it she immediately opened the drawers in her dresser for clothes. She found some looser fitting clothes as she was still wet and couldn't stand the feeling of fabric tight on her skin right now, even going so far as to avoid undergarments as they were too smug against her breasts and her hips. The sweatpants and t shirt would do just fine. Luna flipped her hair out from under her shirt, hearing the flick of water smack against her walls.
"Okay, we're alright now." she called out the door. Kihyun opened the bedroom door slowly, sliding in and closing it behind him. Luna let out a giggle, a real one.
"Why'd you slide in like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like a weirdo." she kept laughing, covering her mouth with her hand. Kihyun returned with a smile, shaking his head.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he started laughing too.
"Like-" she walked over to the door, exiting her room and mimicking the actions Kihyun had previously shown. His eyebrows knit together in disgust and his lips turned into a frown, though that light chuckle still rumbled in his chest.
"Ew what the hell-"
"See!" Luna had burst out laughing now. Nonsense. It was four in the morning and she had went from feeling nothing to feeling something. It felt good too. Kihyun had joined her in her fit of chuckles now, fully laughing at each other.
"God you're so weird." she stated while still laughing, shaking her own head and face palming. Kihyun took a seat on the soft sheets of her bed before plopping backwards onto the mattress, Luna following shortly after.
"So what now?" Kihyun asked, turning to face her as his arms came up under his head. Again she mirrored him, turning to face him as well before shrugging.
"Wanna play Mario Kart or something?"
"Nah, too competitive."
"One of the Mario Parties?"
"Still too competitive."
"Well I can watch you play something."
"Like what?"
She felt the adrenaline rush through her body, even so much as jumping up before speaking loudly- "Deez nuts." she ran from the room, Kihyun left mouth open wide as he processed what had just happened.
"No way you just hit me with a deez nuts joke right now." he followed after her into the living room, watching as she set up the game cube for the morning.
"Oh yeah I did. Anyways, let's play Legend of Zelda." Luna spoke softer now, avoiding the shrill cry of her echoed voice. Kihyun allowed her to get away with it this time, not smacking at her thighs or arms as he usually would. He sat on the floor in front of the tv with Luna following his actions. They had a couch and two recliners, however the floor was more optimal in this situation. Luna handed Kihyun the controller, watching as he logged into his game and began playing.
There was something peaceful about watching him play a game. His focus was attractive. She admitted it. Watching his eyes scan the screen and his fingers dance over the controller.
"It's hard to focus when you stare at me like that." he spoke through the silence, smiling at her own focus on him. Luna noticed her hands begin to shake.
"S-sorry," she stammered, "I just-"
"It's fine girlie, no need." he laughed, continuing the game. Luna's attention was back on the screen, watching as he left the forest towards the volcano section of the game.
"So where are you going and why?"
"I need something from here that I wasn't able to get earlier, so I'm coming back."
"Oh I see." her voice was soft again, watching intently.
So, the reader in this fanfic is bipolar. I'm bipolar myself and personally this is how I experience my symptoms. Everyone likely experiences them differently. I just figured I'd clear that up in case someone came for my ass cheeks in the comments. I wanted to make this longer and enforce more emotion into it, but I didn't quite know how to describe it. Also, kind of unrealistic but I tried. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this angsty mess I wrote on no sleep :D
Word Count: 1617
Warnings: bipolar GN reader, idol Namjoon, angst, fluff (?), I think that's it really
Rage. Pure, unbridled hate and rage filled your veins and flowed within the deepest inner workings of your body. Eyes glued to the phone screen as you read through yet another article between your boyfriend and this female idol he was working with. You knew it wasn't real. You knew all of it was for media. You knew Namjoon didn't mean anything he said to her or about her and yet there was still this feeling. This nearly inexplicable abhorrence for the beautiful woman on screen. And you had to admit, she was beautiful. It was hard to ignore the perfection in the detail in her face. High nose, thick lips, large, innocent doe eyes, all curtained by the shine of straight black locks. A smile worth millions and a slim body curated by the gods themselves.
You took notice of every little incident between them. One could call you obsessive or jealous all they wanted but that simply wasn't true. Or maybe it was. You thought you'd known better. You had been desperate and pleading with yourself to wait for an explanation. Due to his job as an idol Namjoon didn't have a lot of time to simply sit and talk with you, especially on matters such as this. Matters that otherwise would have no concern with you. You'd seen him with many other female idols and actresses before, they were all the spitting image of picturesque beauty, and yet this. This. Specific. Woman.
The nerve, the gall, the fucking audacity she had to position herself anywhere near Namjoon's standards. God you hated this feeling but you couldn't stop it. A mixture of guilt flooded your sense and your eyes stung with the threat of tears but the hostility kept them at bay. You shut the phone off, setting it to the side for now in an attempt to calm down. Your chest felt heavy with the weight of holding your breath, lungs crying out for you just breathe. But you couldn't. This had gone on for too fucking long. It had been brought up before, though the conversation was fleeting. You'd asked about her during one of his practices and he tried his best to summarize it for you but he didn't have time. It wasn't enough.
Your fingers scraped against your scalp, tangling themselves in your own hair trying to get a grip on yourself. This was stupid. God, this was so fucking stupid. She wasn't doing any harm to him, she was just doing her job and he was just doing his. It made sense why they were seen with each other all the time, and media didn't help. Fans who supported the relationship of course and didn't know about you would push the companies to milk off of that need. To satiate the fans ache for their affections. Namjoon isn't a product to be milked though. He is a person. A human being. He was your boyfriend and whoever this other bitch was needed to back off.
These sudden cocktails of anger, despair, guilt, confusion, all of it mixed into one and you could physically feel the break coming on. Your sanity slowly slipping over little to nothing. You took a shaky breath, kneeling down onto the ground to grasp at reality.
The keys. Jingling hastily in the lock of the door, him at the other side just ready to be home and relax. Your body went into overdrive, standing yourself up and making way for the door as Namjoon opened it.
"Who is she?" you started before you could stop yourself. Namjoon gave you a confused look in response, brows knitted and plump lips turned down in a frown.
"Namjoon who is she?"
"Who's who?"
"Who is she."
"Baby I can't-"
"Who is she!" your voice raised, fists shaking and blood boiling over to the point of you face getting hot, "Who is she, please tell me, who is she. Who is she." you stormed over to him, closer. His eyes widened, taken aback by the outburst seconds after stepping foot through the door.
"Y/n, who are you talking about?" he questioned. He knew exactly who you were talking about, he had to of. But you spared him another blow.
"That fucking girl you're always with! That girl with the black hair I see her with you every where on every other article on every site, Namjoon who is she!" the tears bit at the corners of your eyes again but you wouldn't let them fall. Your breathing sporadic and your heart skipping beats as you shook with fury. Namjoon's face relaxed. He knew.
"Okay, okay, just give me a second-"
"It's been months! You haven't told me anything and she keeps pushing it," you over exaggerated but were too angry to care, "she keeps liking your posts, posting shit on her instagram, feeding into this bullshit and I can't take it anymore!" the anxiety attack was setting in.
A trigger response.
Normally when you'd have one during an argument you'd walk away, not wanting to make Namjoon feel guilty for expressing his feelings to you, for doing anything. You never wanted him to think you were being manipulative or mean just to be mean so you'd leave. He always understood. He knew about your past relationships and the abandonment issues they'd caused. He knew you were only afraid of losing him because he was so hard to find. Someone who actually took the time to care for you and make sure everything was still good despite having an overly packed schedule as it was. You usually hid because you didn't want to add stress to him. You couldn't hold this though, too upset to really recognize it let alone stop it.
"Hey, I know, I'm trying to dismiss it the best I can love. You know I can only do so much." he started. You knew he was right. It wasn't like he could just tell the company to fuck off. He had to do nearly everything they asked of him. This logic didn't stop fueling the fire in your chest however, though it didn't rage it either. It remained stagnant in it's wrath. Namjoon shut the door behind him, kicking his shoes off before standing tall in front of you, palms up and out. His eyes never left yours.
"We're okay, I'm right here. With you. Not her. We're okay." he walked towards you, cautiously, not wanting to further your anger at him. It wasn't okay. Nothing about this felt okay to you. How in the name of God was any of this okay to him? Your fingers laced into one another, gripping your hands until your knuckles glowed white. Namjoon took your face in his hands and you let him, the warmth from his palms relieving the throbbing in your head from yelling. The gesture alone broke through. Something in you felt brittle and shattered at the tip of his calloused fingertips. This wasn't real. This never happened like this. This only happened in movies and in books and yet you could physically feel the anger slip out of your hands like soap.
"I'm sorry..." you apologized, the words slipping from your tongue softly. It was the first thing you thought in that second.
"You're oka-"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" and you were crying, the sudden flip in your emotions making you nauseous. Your nails dug crescents into the backs of your hands but the pain didn't faze you. Letting your doubts and insecurities get this bad and bringing out on him as if it was his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault but your own. LIke he said, there was only so much he could do. Namjoon shook his head.
"No no no no, baby no. We're okay." his thumbs swiped at the tears dripping down your cheeks. They kept just kept coming. Your mind flooded with thoughts. Everything that happened within the last few minutes, days, weeks, and even months. You were overreacting and you knew it. You couldn't help it though, unsure of how to stop it.
"Breathe with me love." Namjoon inhaled as deeply as he could, trying to get you to follow. You did the best you could muster with the sniffling and crying blocking your lungs from gaining proper air. Eventually your hands gripped onto his wrists. He didn't remove them from your face, holding you there and looking at you.
"We're okay." he repeated once more, finishing the breathing exercise with you. Your own thumbs rubbed circles onto the backs of his hands, a gesture of delicate affection you hoped would make him see you weren't being hostile anymore. You wouldn't say you were okay, far from it. Emotions racing through your head to the point of being unable to process them. Mostly guilt at what you'd just done. The ache in your head was agonizing at this point, from crying most likely now.
"We're gonna talk about this okay, right now. I'm going to explain everything going on, just like I said I would, alright?" he said the same thing earlier, now that he had you calmed down enough he would actually be able to speak without you interrupting him every two seconds.
You felt a pang of hope and infatuation at the man in front of you. How he handled the whole situation down to where he had you now. He didn't get upset, didn't raise his voice, didn't lash out at you or yell back. Instead he knew. He must of known what was going on. Otherwise there would be no way he'd react the way he did.
Look it's really hard to write something disturbing for Wonho because god dammit he's precious but I tried anyways, hopefully it turned out good~ The ending was a little rushed but that's alright and I could of probably done better on his character but it's okay, the story is still good I think~
Random thing: my two favorite songs I listened to while writing this were 'The Vampire Masquerade' by Peter Gundry and 'Midnight Waltz' by Adam Hurst~ in case anyone wanted to give them a listen.
Word Count: 2521
Warnings: F! OC, slight manhandling, mentions of murder and mutilation, teeny bit of angst if you squint hard enough (don't close your eyes tho-)
"So," Willow started, spooning some of the homemade pudding into her mouth, "tell me about this 'Wonho' boy you've been playing with." she let the chocolate flavor slide along her taste buds. The cool sensation felt refreshing almost as the glob of goodness slid down her throat. Her son, Ethan, stayed quiet upon being questioned about his new friend. Willow wasn't too sure of how this reaction made her feel, or what to think. She'd been meaning to speak to him for weeks about this, considering it was getting in the way of him developing healthily. The poor boy was beginning to lose sleep from staying up talking to his friend all night and his marks in school were suffering as a result, as well as his relationship with teachers and other kids. Willow was unsure if it was directly related, but his english teacher had mentioned that Ethan had begun to grow agitated in the presence of the other children around him, making enemies instead of friends, which of course was not acceptable.
"Ethan, honey, you're not in trouble." she attempted to soothe him in case he felt that he was going to be punished for having a friend. She held eye contact with him for a moment, trying to see if there was anything she could spot simply by looking at his body language. Nothing. The child simply remained silent on the matter. Willow didn't want to pressure him in case it would only irritate him, then she'd get nothing out of him.
"How about this-"
"No mommy," his response was rather firm. He stared up at her, eyes cold, "He says he doesn't want me to talk about him. It makes him uncomfortable." the answer was simple. You did teach him after all that privacy was to be respected, and if this imaginary friend of his decided he didn't want to be spoke of, then Ethan wouldn't speak on the matter any longer. Willow was a bit taken aback by the near forcefulness of her sons determination to keep his friend a secret. She gave him a simple nod, forming a thin line with her lips.
"Alright, that's okay, I'll leave it be then. But if your friend says or does anything you don't like or don't think feels right-"
"Come talk to you?" he finished the sentence for her. That at least made her smile. She gave another nod, handing a small bowl of pudding down to the boy.
"Of course, I'm always here when you need me sweetheart." she kept her tone light despite her worry. Ethan ran off up to his bedroom to eat his bowl of pudding in peace. It wasn't often she let him eat in his room but she figured she'd bugged him enough today. And considering it was a treat for the fact that he was good in school today for the first time in weeks she thought it might be good to let him be by himself for a bit.
Willow let herself relax. She was sure that this was possibly just a part of something bigger, possibly the fact that his father had walked out on them not even 2 years ago. It might of been overwhelming Ethan with stress and with him being so young he must not of known how to handle it all. Ethan wasn't too close with his father since, well, he was a baby nearly, but he still loved him the same as he loved Willow, she was sure of it.
Willow decided then that she was no longer in the mood for pudding, instead wrapping the top of the large mixing bowl in foil and placing it in the fridge to keep it good and cool for whenever she did want it. She let out a quiet sigh to herself, feeling suddenly chilly in her sweater. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, nearly zoning out as she thought of what she could do now. A nice bath sounded pleasant, though the energy she had to use to start one already had her feeling exhausted. Epsom salt may help relieve some of the tension in her muscles though and that alone got her feet moving up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom.
As she passed Ethan's room, she heard him talking. Willow stopped, backpedaling to stand in front of her sons room. She tried to listen as carefully as she could, not hearing much other than the muffled voice of her own child. There was no response to his words, only a few seconds of silence before he spoke again. She stayed put for a minute or two longer, straining to hear if she could catch some sort of detail as to what the boy was talking about with this imaginary friend of his. Footsteps surged up to the door, causing her to panic and head back towards the bathroom. As she turned the corner into the room, Willow heard her sons door swing open before closing again, the quick steps of Ethan treading down the steps to the kitchen to put his bowl in the sink.
Willow let out a sigh of relief. She was getting overly worked up about this. How harmful could a boys imaginary friend really get? He would likely grow out of it at some point and if all else comes to fail she may take him to therapy or to see someone in that sort of profession, in case any behavioral issues arise. Though the idea of sending her son to be 'fixed' panged her more than anything. Willow thought to herself that she really, really needed to stop overthinking and just make this stupid bath already. She pinched the bridge of her nose, closing the door behind her and flicking on the light.
The water felt scorching against her hand when she first turned it on, not even taking time to heat up. Her hand flew back at the contact of boiling water on her skin, causing her to suck in her breathe through gritted teeth. She glanced down at her hand, tinted a red color from the rush of blood to cool the area. Willow flung her hand around as if that would do her hand good, using her other hand to feel the water cool down to just the right temperature. Before the tub was even half full, she already began pouring in the Epsom salt, eager to just get into the tub and relax for a second. Willow lit a few little candles around the rim of the tub for that extra 'spa' feel and stripped down to nothing. The mere feeling of shedding her clothes alone made her sigh with relief. She always wore tight high-waisted jeans and oversized sweaters to cover her still work-in-progress baby belly. Having nearly no one to keep an eye on Ethan made it difficult for her to get to the gym on a regular basis and staying at home was also a difficult task due to having to take care of the boy. Especially considering this onset of mood changes.
The bath tub had finally filled to what she desired, dipping her feet in and letting the hot water ease the ache around her feet and knees. An audible moan left her lips as she sunk beneath the water, letting the waves of her hair soak. Her hands came up to her shoulders and immediately rubbed along her neckline. Willow let herself enjoy the warmth surrounding her vulnerable body, making sure to wring out any aches and pains she could find with her hands. The Epsom salt was doing wonders as well, relaxing the muscles in her body as it was supposed to.
A rather loud thud sounded against the walls, snapping her out of her trance and back to reality. Aware and alert, Willow sat up completely straight. The sudden stiffness caused a sharp pang in her back though she ignored it, more concerned with what had happened and if Ethan was alright.
"Ethan?" she called out, hoping he could hear her through the rooms. The walls weren't that thick in the slightest, though he may of been doing something. Or he may have fallen and hurt himself.
"Ethan!" she cried out again, about to get out when she heard the reply.
"I'm okay!" the shrill sound of her son rang through to her, her eyes closing and tension diluting around her again. He was fine, nothing was hurt. Though despite this though, her motherly nature kicked in a little, forcing her out of the tub to check anyways. She reached for one of the small towels in the basket on the back of the toilet, drying herself before wrapping a blue robe around her damp figure. She didn't drain the tub, thinking she'd come back once she knew everything was alright.
"Ethan?" she called out again. He was nowhere in the hallway nor anywhere downstairs. That thud made no sense then, since her son had to of been in his room. Quickly, Willow turned on her heel and made way for the boys room, her intuition getting the better of her and worrying her of his safety. Normally she'd knock before entering but something was telling her she needed to just see what was going on, make sure he was okay.
"Ethan I'm coming in right now!" she announced herself before swinging the door open. Her eyes widened and her stomach dropped down into her intestines. Fear clutched at every bone in her body at the sight in front of her.
A man, bulky and built with rugged brown hair hanging in front of his eyes, though she could still see the russet brown through the rough locks. His shirt was ripped, stained with dots of red around the sleeves and dressed in regular sweatpants. He looked to be a bit younger than herself, though he was obviously older than her son. Looking to be in his late twenties to early thirties, he offered her a sly smirk. He looked to be awfully familiar. She should of known, just by the name.
"Hello, it would appear we meet finally." the man's tone was completely calm though his body was in a defensive position, hands propped his weight on the bed, chest forward and ready to spring at a mere seconds notice. Willow felt her palms sweat against the door handle or maybe it was just the water from her bath, but the shaking of her limbs told her it could only of been the former. He didn't move, seemingly waiting for Willow to make hers first.
"You- you- you're the f- friend- that he,"
"Yes, yes I am, and you are his mother? I've heard a lot about you." his hands tensed on Ethan's bedsheets, wrinkling the cars and wheels scattered along the bedding. Ethan stood in the corner of his room, his head down while he tugged at the knuckles on his hands. He must not of known how to feel right now, being exposed like this without consent. Willow was in sheer panic. This was Hoseok, the man who'd been on the run for a while, sitting in her house, in her sons bedroom. Speaking to him for weeks. This would explain the violence, the outbursts, the lost sleep. The influence this man had to of had on this poor boy. This explained why Ethan wasn't allowed to speak of his friend as he said earlier today. Everything. Hoseok had been put in prison for murdering and mutilating 15 women, all stay at home wives or mothers. And right now the pit in her stomach told her that she was next in line.
"Miss Frazier, are you still there?" he teased, standing up slowly as some sort of mock harmlessness. He gave her a smile, his top teeth peeking from his lips. Willow didn't respond, instead she made to leave the room, quickly shutting the door behind her. Though before she could even make a run for the stairs he flung the door open and caught her robe, flinging her back into his chest. She opened her mouth to scream but her cries were muffled with his large hand. Quietly, he shut Ethan's door and held Willow against him, her exposed shoulder infected with goosebumps from his breathing quite literally down her neck. His head was close to her collarbone, mouth right next to her ear.
"Listen now, I have no plans to hurt you or your son, I just ask that you say nothing about this to the police. Your son says his father walked out, is that correct?" the question derailed her emotions entirely, tears pricking at her eyes as she frantically made an attempt to nod.
"That's too bad. I'm sorry to hear that. I can take his place if you like," the offer made Willow squirm in his grasp, the idea alone enough to nauseate her. Is this how he gained the trust of the others? Was this his method?
"No? Not a good idea to you? That's a shame, you are rather stunning, hmm?" his compliment felt more like assault than anything he was doing to her physically at the moment. She began to feel lightheaded as her breathing picked up, sporadically trying to gain control. Her hands clawed at his arms, silently begging to be released.
"I could just kill both of you instead. Right here right now. How does that sound love?" his voice was quieter, a whisper so Ethan wouldn't hear. Willow didn't know which idea was worse. Her nails crescents in his skin, making him groan in pain. His grip on her tightened, blocking her chest from expanding and contracting. Her throat burned from trying to breathe, panic swelling in her stomach.
"Answer me." he let go of her mouth and wrapped his hand firmly around her throat. Willow's mind was racing, thinking of what decision she could make. Ethan was so young and he knew nothing about the man, nothing of what he did or what he had done. Then again who was to say Hoseok wouldn't just kill them during the night and leave?
"Five." His honeyed voice had darkened, giving her a time limit to think now. There was so much that could go wrong if she let him stay, and calling the police wouldn't do her any good. He'd just come back.
"Four." he tightened around her throat, tugging her head up lightly, staring down into her tear filled eyes. His head tilted to the left, waiting patiently.
"Three." This was too much too fast, she felt like she could pass out at any second.
"Two."
"Okay!" she squeaked, reaching up as much as she could and holding onto his bicep. The muscle flexed underneath of hands.
"Okay, I'll let- you stay." Hoseok relaxed, letting go of her now bruised throat but quickly covering her mouth again to quiet her breathing. Her world went dark for a few seconds before fading back in. Her body slumped against him as oxygen refilled her head.
I'm not the best with writing this kind of thing but I tried, sorry for it being so short, I couldn't think of much since this isn't my writing style ;-;
Word Count: 484
Warnings: GN! Reader, other than that nothing really, I tried to make it cute
You knew it was rude to stare, but you couldn't help yourself, the game on your phone long forgotten. The man in front of you sitting in the booth within the comfortable confines of the coffee shop, who luckily was your boyfriend or this whole thing would be just strange, wasn't paying any mind to your gaze. His focus was instead on his own phone, the words of an article or email blurred on the dim screen.
He decided not to wear any makeup today, showing off the pleasant bumpy texture of his skin. Everything was vulnerable to the shine and shadows of the morning sun. Big ears peeked out beneath greasy platinum strands of hair while his earrings glimmered beautifully. Taehyung's thick lips were parted and his brows were knit in concentration on whatever has was reading. He took a deep breath for a second, chest and shoulders rising before gradually slipping back into that relaxed posture, slouched over the table. His head cocked to the side before those elegant hands of his wrapped around his tea.
"That's enough of that then." He was speaking more to himself than to you, though the open endedness of his tone prompted you to ask.
"Hmm?" you could only hum, entranced and eager to hear him speak again. The deep brown of his eyes met yours before flitting back down to his screen. Taehyung's hand flipped up in annoyance.
"These stupid people," he started, but you weren't paying much attention. His voice resonated sweetly, the husky tone soft against your ears. His hands did more talking, gesturing out to you for emphasis on his point. It made you feel almost warm. Maybe that was just the coffee getting to you, but you liked the idea more of his voice embracing you. His eyes were trained on yours, widening and narrowing at certain points as he continued.
"You know what I mean?" he finished, setting his hands back down on the table before taking another sip. You nodded, not knowing a single thing he said the whole time. Taehyung tilted his head at you.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" he questioned, leaning forward. His shoulders hunched a little, his arms reaching out to you. Your own hand left your phone and held onto his. His skin was smooth, healthy. You nodded, almost forgetting to answer.
"You sure baby?" he tried again, "you haven't really touched your coffee, it's still full."
"Yes, Tae, I'm alright. I'm just listening to you." you offered him a gentle smile which he returned in kind. His eyes glanced at the surface of the table, shy at the attention you gave him. He shook his head.
"You didn't hear a word I said a minute ago did you?" he knew. You couldn't help but giggle, also shaking your head. He rolled his eyes playfully.
I got this idea while playing "Like A Dino" because my step sister came home yelling and it was stressing me out so here :D I feel like this ended awfully, maybe I'll fix it sometime but I wasn't quite sure how to end it off.
Word Count: 1526
Warnings: F! oc, violence, blood, manhandling, there's a gun
Aspen's music thrummed through the walls of the house. The vibrations of her speaker shook the glass figurines aligned on the walls of her parents home, threatening to fall at any second. She whipped her head around as she swiped the dust off of the kitchen counters. At this point she wasn't even singing the words and instead opted for flat out yelling to the point of her throat hurting, eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to heighten her already maxed out volume. Nonetheless she continued her shenanigans. Her parents had left for an hour or so to grab some groceries down the road at their local convenience store, allowing Aspen some well-deserved time to herself. With college coming up so quickly, the stress was beginning to bother her and bring her into a state of depression, so just letting loose and having some fun while she was by herself felt good every once in a while.
She did a twirl, letting the hair tie keeping her bun in place loose and flying across the floor. She paid no mind to it, instead going along with it and shaking around some more. The song came to an end and she slammed her hands together, already amped up for the next one. Before the rhythm could even fully begin she already knew what the song was and let out a scream of pure joy as it was her favorite band. She couldn't help but bounce up and down on her heels at the tune while throwing the dirty rag back into the sink, filling it with water to let the dishes soak while she did some other stuff.
Her parents hadn't asked her to clean or anything, she was in a good mood though and figured instead of stressing herself out with homework she would make herself useful and clean up a bit while they were gone. It would be a nice surprise for them to come home to a clean house and she was sure they'd appreciate it. Aspen poured way over too much dish soap into the sink and let the faucet mix it in for her, spinning in circles.
Meowing somehow caught her attention even through the loud bass of her speaker. She jumped, eyes widening at the sudden intrusion. She let out an exaggerated sigh when she realized it was only Halo, the pretty white kitty her mom brought home only a few weeks ago.
"Damn, rude, how dare you!" she teased the cat, kneeling down to give her some pets. Halo spun around in her grasp, rubbing her thick white fur all over Aspen's hands. Aspen let out a giggle of delight, watching Halo's pupils widen as she gazed upon her beloved human.
Her ears perked up randomly, suddenly focused on something outside of the kitchen. Though Aspen didn't really take notice since Halo acted paranoid all the time. She was found outside of a literal dumpster for crying out loud, half of her hair missing and sick to the bone. Had her mother not found her Halo would have died.
Instead of playing to whatever Halo was focused on, Aspen stood from her position and reached for the food bucket next to Halo's bowls. She shook it dramatically, winning over the cat's curiosity once again. Halo whirled around, bouncing over to Aspen and meowing like crazy. She spun at her humans feet, blue eyes wide with want. Aspen scooped some of the food into the bowl, letting it spread a little before making way for the little kitten to eat. Smiling down at her little friend as she indulged in her wants, Aspen popped her tongue before turning to start on the dishes, realizing she hadn't turned the water off.
Though to her dismay, she didn't make it to the sink.
A rather intense and sharp pain struck her directly in the right temple, emitting a surprised cry as she collapsed to the ground. The dirt she hadn't yet swept dug into the skin of her palm as she caught herself, other hand holding onto her head as some sort of relief to the pain. Her breathing picked up, choked gasps of pure agony keeping her from getting up off the floor. Caffeine couldn't of caused this, she'd been trying to eat better and drink more water. Random headaches like this shouldn't be an issue anymore. Her ears began ringing loudly, vision slightly blurred with the tears she couldn't stop. Her nails slightly scraped against her temple, only to feel her fingers slip against her head. Utterly confused, Aspen removed her hand from her head. She was greeted with the sight of bright red staining the palms of her hands.
"What the fuck-" she started but wasn't quite able to finish as someone else's icy grip slid into the very roots of her hair and yanked her head backwards, nearly flipping her over. Her own hands flailed behind her to relieve some of the pain. White and hot it shot through her nerves as whoever this person was pulled harder against her scalp. Aspen's nails dug into their skin in defense to their assault, earning her a swift couple of smacks to the other side of her head. Rough, calloused hands that welted against her cheek.
Glancing up as much as he range of motion would allow her to, she took note of the man's features. Longer brown hair and malicious brown eyes stared down into her own. Tanned skin with a tiny scar on his left cheek. He kept looking around at the front door, possibly checking to see if anyone had come home yet.
Her music was louder than it had been before, the sounds knocking against her skull. Surprisingly, it was just then that she realized the danger of her situation. She didn't know what to do. Calling out would only result in receiving more injuries from her attacker and even if she did no one would hear her due to the heavy bass of her speaker. They had her by the hair therefore if she for some reason had her phone on her, dialing for help wasn't really an option either. Her location wasn't on, they wouldn't find her.
She was about to beg and cry to whoever this person was before the metal of a pistol was shoved between her teeth and forced down her throat.
"Quiet. Not a word or I'll blow your fucking brains out." a man's voice rang loud and clear in her ears. Aspen nodded, deciding that complying would be her best option since there was no way she could put up a good fight in such a panicked state. She assumed that the gun was what caused her to collapse. It was supposed to knock her out.
"Get up," he started, ripping the pistol from out of her mouth and tugging her roots violently. She obeyed, scrambling to her feet as he continued to lead her through her home and out of what she assumed to be the back door since the front was at the other end of the house. He kept his grip on her hair as he dragged her through the hall and down the stairs to the wooden door. The side of Aspen's head was gushing blood and her scalp was on fire from the force of him pulling on it so hard.
The brightness of the sun blinded her to her surroundings for a brief moment, her eyes squeezing shut to block out the light. It was proving difficult to adjust due to the pulsating pain in the side of her head though she made an attempt anyway. The grass of her backyard caused her to slip around in the man's grasp. He grunted, obviously irritated at her clumsiness despite the fact that she could not help it.
"Jesus Christ you're fucking difficult, just get up!" the man hauled her upwards onto her feet again before gripping her arm. The relief washed over her momentarily as he released her head, though his bruising clutch on her bicep still made her wince. It was still kind of early in the morning, meaning everyone in her little neighborhood had either been at work or was still sleeping. She was afraid to cry out in fear he'd possibly kill her, though the chances of that possibility actually playing out were slim and she knew it. Though she stayed quiet in fear that she could be wrong.
Aspen glanced at her surroundings, noting her home and the empty backyard the man was dragging her through. She could still hear her music through the walls of the home. Thorns and branches caught at her skin and clothes, signaling she was being taken back into the woods by her home. Where was he taking her and what did he want with her? She had money she could give him, bank information, her own body, anything he wanted. She only wanted to get back into the house and pretend this didn't even happen.
Then she heard a car pull up. Her parents had come home, and she wouldn't be there to greet them.
I literally wrote this on 0 anything of sleep at 5:30 am blasting lady gaga’s bad romance on repeat for an entire hour and a half after downing 2 monsters since no one was home but basically Yoongi has been the highest quality of man in my brain so here have some yandere. No there is no smut, I don’t really write that on this blog unless it’s specifically requested.
Tiana fought against his grip, desperate to rid herself of his touch. His hands felt hot against her arms. He had her pinned to his bed, right hand pressing the skin of her wrists so tight it pinched, his waist prying her thighs open so he could see her face. He loomed above her sobbing figure, sweating and hyperventilating. Her own smaller hands in fists so tight her knuckles beamed with the loss of circulation. Yoongi stayed silent and simply observed as she struggled beneath him. Tiana raised her upper body so their chests touched, some sort of effort to push him off though her limbs were restrained.
“You think throwing a fit will get you anywhere sweetheart?” he cooed down at her, nearly closing the gap between their faces. She twisted her head to the side with a short crack in her neck to avoid the heat of his breath, her own uneven, rapid breathing making her see spots in the corners of her vision. Her eyes screwed shut as tight as she could force them, writhing even more. He tsked at her behavior, watching it decline rapidly.
This was not how she was supposed to act in his presence.
Tiana was supposed to love him. She was supposed to want him, she was supposed to need him. She was supposed to miss him. Her attitude hadn’t changed since he took her into his custody despite this process being done more than once. She knew what was coming and she already knew how it would go down. He had no intention of hurting her, or doing much of anything for that matter. So why was she still freaking out?
Yoongi sighed, undoing his belt calmly with his free hand. Tiana panicked, fearing the worst as he slipped it off of his hips and set it to the side. She sputtered, shaking her head and kicking her legs out to gain some sort of leverage. Her knees collided with his sides though Yoongi didn’t seem fazed as he flipped her onto her stomach. For the brief second that her hands were free she pushed upwards, only to have her support snatched from under her as he grasped her forearms in a tight hold and bound her hands behind her back. He switched her over again, watching her eyes widen. The whites had reddened from the stress he caused her. Yoongi hated seeing her cry like this, in utter distress and afraid of him. The leather bit into her wrists with how harshly he tightened the belt. He perched himself onto her thighs to cease any kicking she might attempt to do. Tiana let out a plea for him to stop, to just let her go. She told him she’d behave, she would be a good girl, she wouldn’t do it again.
His hand came down onto her throat, the sudden pressure making her choke. Yoogni held her still as his other hand rummaged through the bedside drawer. Adrenaline was coursing through every vein and nerve in her body to the point of shaking violently under him.
“Shh, shh, baby,” he hushed her, “relax, I won’t hurt you.” a smirk turned the corner of his lips. Tiana didn’t believe a thing he said, continuing to fight against him. She tried to contort herself around, arching, kicking, raising her chest as much as she could. His grip on her throat tightened just the slightest and she emitted a coughing sound. This was her last warning.
Yoongi found what he was looking for. An alcohol pad, a bandaid, and a needle with a clear liquid swirling inside. Tiana would have cried out if not for his grip on her esophagus. Tears puddled on the pillow below her head, teeth grit to refrain from screaming at the sight of the injection once again. His gaze flit over to her again, noticing nothing but pure horror at the reality of her position. He leaned down again and planted a soft kiss on her temple. The action of mock comfort made her sick to her stomach, gagging on the feeling.
“Relax Tiana, you’re okay.” he tried once more to calm her down, knowing the injection wouldn’t work well if she was this tense. Humming to himself, he scoured again, finding a cotton swab and some green numbing gel. At least the area he needed to penetrate in her neck would be relaxed enough to pierce if he swiped some of the gel onto her.
Yoongi scooted up on her body, now straddled against her torso. He wasn’t exactly heavy but with her already heavily labored breathing and apprehensive states it was only all the more difficult to take the weight. His hand left her throat for a few moments, only to return, firmly holding her jaw up. Something cold and almost slimy smeared just above her collarbone. The chilled feeling made her cringe, instinctively jerking her head back. Yoongi held her still, making sure to coat her skin enough for the gel to begin its effect.
He threw the cotton swab away and placed his hands on either side of her allowing her to breathe for a bit. Giving her a gentle smile he stroked her hair lightly, reassuring her he wasn’t going to hurt her and she was going to be okay. Her breathing had slowed down a bit to allow for more crying, a response so she wouldn’t pass out. A few seconds went by and Tiana felt her neck start to tingle. The sensation made her squirm even more, shaking her head frantically. Her eyes alone were begging him to stop this where they were. The sight made Yoongi grimace. He didn’t want to hurt her, he never did. But sometimes he had to. If she would just behave and do as he asked, this wouldn’t need to happen so often.
“Can you feel that?” his fingertips tapped lightly on the numbed skin, not gauging any reaction from her. Yoongi assumed everything was alright though she didn’t give a definitive yes or no. Holding her jaw tightly upwards again he made for the small needle, inspecting it for a second before holding it close to her neck. His face was mere centimeters from hers. Yoongi made eye contact, the imminent terror obvious in the way her eyes flushed with tears and her whimpers heightened to pleas and more begging. He planted another soft kiss on her jaw, her cheek, and her forehead, hoping it would give her some sort of comfort. Tiana seemed only disgusted at the actions, making his stomach churn with sour pangs of shame.
“I’m so sorry dearest, this hurts me so much more than it hurts you.” The false sympathy pained her heart to the point of nearly shattering, though she expected nothing less of him. This was not the first time this short procedure was being done and she doubted it would be the last. There was a sudden prick against her skin, the cold metal sinking into her flesh. Tiana gasped and flinched but not enough to stop his work. She swore she could feel the liquid flood her veins as it passed through the site. Quickly he removed the needle, swiping at the wound with the alcohol pad and bandaging it up before it began to swell. He held her shoulders down, thumbs rubbing in circles and lines to keep her down but also to soothe her as the drug took effect.
Within minutes, whatever he’d injected her with again began to take effect. Slowly, she felt herself relax. She could still feel herself panicking but her muscles and nerves wouldn’t react the way she expected them to. She stopped flailing under his weight, arms and legs completely slackening, her breathing steadied, and her lids felt heavy. Most noticeable of all was the fact that his hands on her shoulders had felt heavier than normal. The way his fingers careened over her clothes made her arch into his touch and she let out an inelegant sigh. Yoongi had no intention of doing anything to her or her body, just glad now that she wouldn’t struggle against him anymore.
Yoongi hopped off of Tiana, standing next to her before turning her to undo her restraints. She seemed entirely in a state of euphoria every time his hands moved her or came even within close proximity of her. He really didn’t like drugging her up in order to get her to lay with him. To do anything with him really. He knew the drug was enhancing every touch and sensation she felt as he held her close, but once again, he had no ill intention with her like this. In fact, if he had wanted anything of that sort, he’d of left her sober. Yoongi wouldn’t want her to submit to him because of the effects of a drug. Rather he’d like her to enjoy it to the fullest.
Once he had her laid onto her back, she glanced up at him again. Eyes glossy with need. She reached out to him and he let her. Her fingers gripped the pant leg on his thigh, tugging with what little strength she possessed. He kneeled down to her level, running his hand over her cheek. A tiny whimper sounded beneath his palm.
Hi sorry I’ve been gone so long! I recently got back into Monsta X since God Damn came out a month or so ago, so he have some Changkyun because I missed him so much dawg :’) (also for those who don’t know, Daniel is his American name. I used it for “privacy purposes”, you’ll see what I mean)
Word Count: 2107
Warnings: female third person, kidnapped, yandere changkyun ft wonho, slight nudity (no sex tho because I don’t really write that), mentions of sadism
Blood thrummed in Naya’s ears as her heavy lids flew open, blurring and focusing on what little detail she could actually make out in the almost pitch black. Her vision darted across the darkness, searching desperately for something she could recognize. She couldn’t feel her arms or her legs very well and her body was forced into fetal position on her side as if she was shoved into a hole of some sort, not able to fit normally in the space provided. Naya made an attempt to move, wriggling herself around to at least possibly receive some blood flow to her bound extremities. Her knees wouldn’t unfold as if rope had held her legs together and tightly kept them close to her chest while she couldn’t bring her arms to the front of her body. Anxiety seized her throat, closing the walls of her esophagus to any oxygen being supplied to her. Panic-stricken, Naya squirmed against the cold floor more urgently, hopelessly tugging her numbed wrists at the restraints holding her. Sweat and tears pooled against her face. She had no clue where she was or how she'd gotten here, but intuition spoke loudly in her brain. Something was very, very wrong. She forced herself to stop and think for a second, straining everything in her memory and reaching out for something familiar. Something that could give her information on her position.
Nothing. Why couldn't she remember anything? She couldn't have been here that long, there had to be something. Anything. It dawned on Naya that there wasn't much she could do other than lie in wait. She didn't know if there was a door somewhere to crawl out of or if she'd been sealed in solid concrete. If she was underground or if she was in a box. Wherever she was, it was stilled, so she was somewhere inside or on land for sure. Her breathing was loud against the small confines around her.
"Hello?" her voice croaked out as if she hadn’t spoken in days. She swallowed hard, listening for any sign of company. She was again greeted with silence along with the sound of her own ragged breath. Her hopes were dipping rapidly, thoughts turning for the worst when a sudden thumping caught her attention. Heavy. Like worker boots on hard wood flooring. Above her. For a brief moment, she was confused, staring up at the ‘ceiling’ as whomever this was heaved closer to her. Eventually the steps stopped entirely just a few feet away from her. She hadn’t noticed the cave in of the area above her until she heard a deep grunt sound through as something apparently hefty was removed from above her and carelessly tossed back to the floor, shaking dust off the ceiling of her miniature space. Naya choked on it loudly, giving herself away. Whoever was up there was obviously strong, stronger than she was, which only stoked the fire of fear already billowing in her stomach. Light peeked through the cracks of what appeared to be a thick wooden door. Naya’s panic only rose as the clattering of chain and slide locks banged against the trapdoor above her, which was surprisingly closer than expected.
A man started speaking. His voice relatively monotone and rich in a language she didn’t understand. Naya didn’t hear a response to what she deemed a question from the man. After the clattering of locks stopped whoever he was flipped the lid of her confines. She was met with dim lighting and the image of a light fluffy haired Asian man, tall statured and broad shouldered. The wooden trapdoor came down with a bang on the other side of her, making her jump. She could have sworn she’d never seen this man before in her life. This didn’t make any sense.
“Eh?” he tilted his head at her, “conscious, are we now dear?” the tone of his voice patronizing, his accent thick on the sides of his tongue. Naya couldn’t bring herself to respond, earning her a chuckle of sorts. The man got on his knees and bent down to reach for her. Instinctively, Naya tried her best to dodge his grasp, flipping over onto her other side. He grunted before making another reach for her, this time he was faster. He yanked her up by her shirt and threw her up and over the hole, her head meeting with pure concrete. The man sighed and closed the trapdoor again, not bothering to lock it.
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for a whole two days. My friend hit you harder than I thought he would. I apologize for that.” another spoke nonchalantly as if this situation was completely normal. Naya turned to meet the eyes of a shorter darker haired man. Cat like eyes and a strong nose centered on his face.
“Who?” she muttered.
“Hmm?” the first leaned down close to her face. She could smell the cologne on his neck. A strange mix of rose and leather.
“Who...” she repeated.
“Ah. You don’t remember?” he laughed lightly. Naya shook her head at him. He relaxed his shoulders, not taking his eyes off of her. She tried to shake her head again but stopped when she noticed the room beginning to spin. A groan rumbled in her throat, pain throbbing on the side of her head that connected with the flooring only moments ago. The cat-eyed man chuckled again, now waltzing over to her. Adrenaline coursed through her veins but she made no attempt to move again, her senses hazy. The light was too bright, her head ached from the fall, her arms tickled with the sensation of pins and needles as blood rushed to greet her fingertips.
The man’s knees cracked as he knelt to her level, politely smiling down at her. One of his hands reached for her. Naya flinched but stayed where she was. His hands were warm on her head, calloused skin caressing the soft tissue of her face. His thumb swirled over the apple of her cheek, gentle circles in mocking comfort. The gesture almost brought her to tears.
“Oh dear,” his voice deepened, hushing her with the richness of his tone, “you’re alright sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.” Naya tried to calm herself, breathing steadily and refraining from shaking. The other man stood over the two of them, watching intently. His arms likely bigger than Naya’s head, his expression as condescending as one could get. Arms crossed and back straight he made no move to comfort her like the cat-eyed man.
“Hey, will you run a warm bath for me please?” the cat-eyed man spoke softly, turning to face the other.
“Yeah, got it.” he replied curtly, giving Naya one last look at her pathetic form before turning for the wooden step and to wherever the bathroom was. They creaked under his weight. The one comforting Naya focused back on her. He had stopped running his fingers over her face and had now moved to her shoulder, offering a light squeeze of sympathy.
“Where am I?” her voice cracked with the strain of its use. He shook his head.
“I can’t tell you that yet, but I can assure you you’re safe. So long as you do what I say everything will be okay baby.” the reply gave her goosebumps, her eyes widening at the realization of what was happening.
“Can I ask for you name?” she figured she might as well get something, something she could give to police when she got out of here. Or at least something she could call him. He tutted at her while smirking.
“How naive.” he actually laughed. Naya shrunk back slightly but to her dismay the grip on her shoulder tightened to an almost painful degree. She squirmed, letting out a whimper of discomfort though he only dug his fingers into her skin more harshly.
“I don’t think it’s safe to give you that just yet, but eventually I’ll have you crying out for me by name. Be patient will you?” he let go of her finally, standing and leaving her on the floor again. If her throat hadn’t felt so hoarse she might of called out to him. Spritzing up the steps and shutting the door behind him, Naya was left to her own thoughts for a while. Though that while didn’t last very long.
The broad man returned only minutes later, yanking her up from the floor as if she weighed nothing at all. He threw Naya over his shoulder and walked her back up the stairs and to a new room in the home. She couldn’t kick or swing because of the pain in her legs and arms. The feeling of being stabbed relentlessly spread across her limbs, causing her to wince and whine. He closed the door behind him and made way down the home. Naya took note of her surroundings. White panel walls crusted with cigarette smoke, dingy carpet rugged beneath the man’s feet, and scattered items like books and picture frames stacked and lined against the walls. She made an attempt to lift her head, only to be met with the weak wooden door she just left. The basement. Nothing else.
The room around her widened to reveal red-brown velvet looking couches, a glass coffee table piled with dishes and paper plates, more books around the corners, but otherwise relatively nice. Belongings were laid around she assumed from the men as if they couldn’t clean for themselves or at least care enough to. Another short hall narrowed the image and Naya put her head back down.
“Sir?” she didn’t even know if he heard her, but the broad man paid her no attention as he carried her through the hallway. Rushing water filled her ears, the sound thrumming through the walls. Naya strained, listening for anything else. The noise grew louder as they neared what she assumed to be the bathroom. The lighting around her brightened drastically, tile floor replacing carpet. Before she could really prepare herself, she felt all of her weight being thrown backwards, crashing against the bottom of the tub. The awful taste of bitter metallic chemicals as water swirled around her, drowning her senses and flooding her with utter panic for the third time that day. Her limbs began thrashing as best they could within the restraints.
That language again, the cat-eyed man it sounded like speaking to the other. Scolding. Naya was lifted out of the water and inhaled, choking and coughing. She was soaking and the air around her was freezing. Arms, strong but not comforting, pulled her against his chest, his chin resting on her wet hair. His body felt warm through her clothing as she shook. Blinking the water out of her eyes she glanced at the broad man standing outside the tub as he left her with the cat-eyed man. He shut the door behind him. She continued inhaling deeply, shaking violently, teeth chattering.
“Shhh, it’s alright, I’m right here...” honey thick in her ears, he hushed her quietly, gentle rocking swishing the soapy water back and forth. She noticed his legs, dark bare skin pressing on her submerged jeans. Her clothes stuck to her uncomfortably as she moved around. The man loosened his grip in her, letting her breathe easier.
“Can you please tell me what’s going on?” she was growing impatient, her voice raising at him. She got the feeling this decision wasn’t a good one but in that moment all she cared about was getting answers. Naya turned her head to face him, his eyes wider and mouth slightly open in awe at her slight outburst. This expression quickly vanished, replaced with patience.
“In time, for now just relax-”
“How the hell am I supposed to relax when I don’t even know where I am? Who the fuck are you and what do you want from me?” questioned continued to spill from her lips. He remained calm, a hand resting on her shoulder only for her to knock it off.
“Don’t touch me!” the command was louder than she anticipated. His lip twitched, agitation showing through. He took a deep breath before speaking again.
“Fine. I can answer some questions but not all of them. But ask politely.” his sentences were snippy, abrupt endings to them.
“At least give me a name.”
“Daniel.”
“Where am I?”
“In my home.”
“What do you want from me?” the question was less rushed than the last two, nervousness edging in her voice. This time he didn’t answer right away. He thought about it, possibly unsure himself.
Hello! My shit really flatlined so I’m gonna try and get back into writing. I completely forgot I had a kpop blog for a month and got back into writing on my anime blog, but never updated this one. I’ll likely have something out by this week or next if I can because I’ve been craving the content myself~
I kind of wanna write a smut on this blog but the smut I write is really rough and I don’t want bitches to come for my ass cheeks, so of course while those are being posted there’ll be warnings and stuff above them but this is just kind of a thing to say: I don’t romanticize or agree with anything that goes on in those writings, it’s just my preferred style and while I’m totally comfortable with writing the things that go on in them, if you aren’t, simply don’t read it. I’d rather not trigger someone on accident due to something written and then get everyone upset. So if you see a warning on the top of the read that you know you can’t or shouldn’t be looking at, please don’t read it.
