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the way im listening to Blue Summer by ATEEZ writing happy death day TT the vibes dont fit at all for torture
yall im old as of tomorrow.... ill post the next chapter of hdd in honour of me hating my birthday but please no birthday wishes
Happy Death Day V
A/N: Purge night.
-SKZ x reader, 18+.
mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. descriptions of violence and injury.
(birthday post :/ im too old now pls)
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You flinched with each hit of his spit against your tongue, your eyes closing as he shut your mouth roughly, teeth clacking together painfully as your eyebrows contorted in disgust. His gaze held firm as his hand shifted to pinch your nose closed, the action forcing you to open your mouth and drool everywhere or swallow and breathe normally again. Your choice was decided quite quickly for you as Hyunjin raised a single eyebrow, his free hand reaching into the waistband of his dark jeans to pull a pistol from within. Your eyes widened but you weren’t that surprised seeing he had one on him, all of them probably did. What caught you off guard was the click of the safety and the press of the gun against your throat.
“I suggest you fucking swallow if you don’t want me to blast out your pretty throat with something other than my cock.”, Hyunjin was growling now, his voice surpassing Felix’s deepest tone as he cocked his eyebrow higher, a small mocking smirk curving his pretty lips, “That would be such a shame wouldn’t it? Yeah, I think it would.”
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Noises of agreement followed albeit muted ones, the other boys clearly hesitant to disrupt whatever Hyunjin had planned. The force of the weapon had you gulping quite loudly, Hyunjins pleased smirk causing you to glare his way. It should’ve been a given that it was a bad idea to glare at a man holding a gun very close to your body, but you don’t seem to learn. The wave of silence that flew around the room when your glare was caught sent chills across every bare appendage in the room. It was eerie, dark. Tense.
“Drop that look right fucking now.”
“Make me.”
Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, a thumb dragging across his bottom lip with a tilted head. In mere seconds, his anger was varnished with joy, laughter leaving him but causing you no happiness as the gun dragged up your throat to press against your jaw with a harsh push, your head jerking up to meet his dark stare head-on.
“Repeat that.”
You shook your head silently.
“I said,”, he growls, pressing the gun harder against the bone, “Repeat that, darling.”
You whimpered this time, his answering glare enough to make you struggle in your spot. A few lone tears tracked down your face as he scanned you for anything that may be a weakness. Your entire being was a weakness, he realized. You were weak. That’s why he was so quick to bring you to tears. You had been reduced to so little over the past hour or so that he didn’t even have to shoot you in the leg for fun. Pushing the head of the gun against your vulnerable spots did the trick perfectly. The cold metal sent goosebumps down your spine so his taunts didn’t and in all honesty, he was glad he didn’t have to work too hard to break you down further.
“Fuck you!”
Twah. Twah. Twah. Twah. Twah.
Heavy, anxious breaths filled the room, your own panicked and quick as you kept your eyes closed. The feeling of Hyunjin’s spit sliding over your nose slowly and dripping over your lips was enough to have you violently shaking as a few of them laughed near silently at your expense. Others cackled like hyenas, Minho’s face turning red from the consistent force of his laughter.
“Ohhhh you’re pushing it now!”, Minho was still wheezing, his hands waving about in front of him as he nudged Felix roughly.
“That was a horrible idea, puppy.”, Seungmin was stern, his fingers clicking the lighter as he stood slowly to take up position next to Hyunjin.
The rest of the boys were dead silent once more, your words sending what hope they had for Hyunjin going easy on you out the window within seconds. Too shocked by your own words to say anything else to sass him, you pressed your lips together, eyes squinting as you watched his face drop into the coldest look you had ever seen from such a pretty boy. The two stood in front of you with similar looks of disappointment with pure danger. It was putting you on the edge of begging them to just kill you like they did your parents. Somehow, they sensed that. Changbin walked over with a fresh bucket of water. Minho laughed obnoxiously as he walked past him, his sharp eyes meeting yours again with a mocking glint of concern.
A swift warmth trailed through your body in the next second before the burning followed. It was scalding. More shivers covered your beaten body as the heat wore off, the chill of the night hitting you in full as the rush left you shaking. Minho wasn’t the only one laughing this time, Hyunjin’s hysterical laugh shrinking you in on yourself until your legs were free in an instant, his large hands yanking you from your chair to send you flying face first on the floor, your hands supporting your upper body as your leg aches, a pained cry escaping you twice fold when Seungmin kicked it lightly.
“Stupid puppy couldn’t even remember basic manners. You should have just been good, hmm?”, Seungmins veiny hand gripping your matted hair in a harsh grip, your neck bending awkwardly as he whispered in your ear, “Maybe you should listen. Might get a treat instead of a punishment.”
Hyunjin was next to grip you, his hand covering the expanse of your reddened neck, as he growled. Not words. Not an emotion. Just a cold, heart stopping growl that echoed off the walls left standing. The pure anger behind a single noise had you breaking, tears streaming down your face in another continuous trail as you trembled in the holds on you and under the gazes directed at your pained expression. All was silent for the few moments it took your mind to go past the point of blank.
“Please…”, you whimpered, your eyes searching theirs for any sign of mercy, “Just kill me…”
Your last words came out as a mere whisper, Hyunjin and Seungmin not even being able to pick it up until you dropped forward as their grips dropped.
“JUST KILL ME… please.”
SIlence took over the room for the hundredth time.
“Please…”, your voice was desperate and the boys picked up on it clearly, some of their eyes watering as others were overcome with anger.
A cold-hearted tsking filled the spaces between your sobs, your eyes widening dramatically as Minho had his own hand around your neck now. His eyes were dark as he watched you struggle to sob through his grip, a sort of satisfaction crossing his face as your own puffy one turned redder than it had previously.
“I don’t think you want that~ Tryna get away from us when we don’t allow it is unacceptable and must be punished. I'm sure you know that by now. Lixie is going to have some fun with Seungmin and you now, okay? so sit still like a good girl and it won’t be even worse for you.”
He was mocking you at this point, an echoing click of Seungmin’s lighter and the clack of Felix’s knife taking over your senses as you squirmed in Minho’s hold in a last ditch attempt to get away or even lessen the pain you were no doubt about to experience.
The sound of the lighter running at full force had shivers trailing across your body slowly as the two in question entered your field of vision, weapons in hand. Felix had his knife held with a gloved hand, Han now missing one of his from his pocket as Seungmin held the lighter to the blade.
The veined hand around your throat still seemed to mock you as you watched the blade slowly turn from a pale red to bright orange, the metal warping slightly as it heated. The smirk the two boys sent your way was enough to have you sobbing past Minho’s hand again, your eyes closing in preparation.
Nothing could have prepared you though, for the burning sting that pierced the skin of your shoulder, blood not even pooling as the blade rapidly cooled inside your flesh, tears tracking down your skin and burning the wound more than the residual heat of Felix’s knife. It was an indescribable pain, the burn, the sting of your skin tearing and being punctured as intense heat followed. From the reactions of the boys, the sensation of your skin attaching itself to the cooled blade before it was pulled from your shoulder was not incorrect, your blurry eyes registering the bits of your skin hanging on to the edges of the knife.
“What the fuck.”
“I didn’t agree to that much damage.”
“Woah, woah! Lixie, Minnie back down. Now!”
The world blurred around you as their voices became one as slowly as unconsciousness came to you again, concerned gazes surrounding you as you collapsed forward gently with the help of Minho. Chaos followed your departure from consciousness, voices yelling at each other and the two responsible for the missing skin on your shoulder, red faces mirroring back at each other on other members as they scrambled to do what they could to lessen the pain and help you heal better in the end. Felix was dragged away from your prone figure along with Seungmin by Jeongin and Changbin, their faces blank save for the lining of tears in their eyes.
“We said we would never let anything go in her! Are you two dumb?!”
“She could be so hurt by this in the long run. What if it gets infected?”
“Why?! She annoyed us all but you had no right to take that as a go ahead to stab her!”
“Get her on the couch, put something cool on the wound and get the first aid kit. She’ll need stitches. Minho, wash your hands. You’re up.”
Motion filled your house as Felix and Seungmin were dragged away from you and locked in a room, Minho washing up carefully as Hyunjin grabbed the first aid kit after moments of frantic searching. Changbin and Chan made sure you were comfortable in a position they could hold you down in for when the pain of the stitches woke you so abruptly.
Deep breaths were shared in the tense silence as they watched you in varying degrees of worry and anger at the two responsible. It wouldn’t be a purge night without twists and turns though, so they took in stride the best they could, Minho pulling gloves onto his hands before setting up the suture as the others gathered around in a small circle.
“Ready? Make sure you have a hold on her, yeah?”, Minho’s voice was as steady as his hands, his training kicking in and calming the group as you laid prone on the couch.
Nods answered his question, eyes trained on you as his hand closed in on your shoulder being dried by Han. The moment the suture pierced your skin, you were twitching in your sleep, movements pausing around you in case you woke up and panicked. Once you settled, Minho’s hand was moving smoothly. With their attention focused on your shoulder and not your face, no one noticed your eyes slowly blinking open with tears lining your lashes already. Minho was the one to notice when he glanced up at you to double check your passed out state, his eyes widening when they met yours.
“Hold her!”
His words startled the boys, their grip tightening as they took notice of your awakened state. You looked around drearily, the pain making you slightly dazed until your body lit up with the pain signals, your arms fighting the holds the boys had on them to try and tug out the suture. Being held still was a slight struggle but it was done successfully, Minho finishing your stitches with little to no struggle once numbing spray was applied to the area. The harsh grips on your body calmed once the stitches were tied off, your eyes flicking between them before you shook your head, eyes focused on the door rattling with the force of two men hitting it forcefully.
“What the actual fuck?”
A few muted chuckles followed your statement, some more annoyed than relieved that you still had your attitude about you. Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer, his eyes catching yours through his hair before they flicked to the door holding back the two responsible for your stitched shoulder along with everyone’s.
Yours followed slowly, the resounding bang that had sounded sending chills through your body. Ragged breathing filled your ears as the boy’s angry shouts and protests were washed away by the gazes of Felix and Seungmin, both breathing heavily and standing tall just outside the now broken door, dark eyes trained on your body as you stared back at them with fear filled eyes.
“Y/n.”
You said nothing, eyes watching each slow step they took towards you until you launched yourself over the back of the couch, past Changbin and Jeongin to hobble as fast as you could out the hole in your house. They watched you with concern, but Jeongin watched you with darkening eyes, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip as a smirk pulled at them. Minho shared a knowing glance with Han before Jeongin was walking slowly after you, a whistled tune following from his pretty lips as he tucked his hands in his pockets smoothly.
The crunch of the broken wall alerted you to someone following you, your head turning as you stumbled down the driveway. You made eye contact with him as he continued to follow you, his haunting whistle and smirk shooting pains from your shoulder to your leg at the pure danger in his eyes as he strolled after you casually, almost as if he was watching you walk through a field of flowers and not running away from him as gunshots and screams played as a soundtrack for his chase.
“Oh little bunny~”, his tone was condescending, mocking you as you stumbled away from him, “You’ll need to run faster if you don’t want me to catch you~”
Your steps stuttered, arms flailing to stop yourself from falling until you righted your steps, turning away from his dark eyes as he laughed, head thrown back and eyes closed until it snapped forward, eyes narrowed on your retreating figure.
“And believe me, you really don’t want that.”, Jeongin called after you, his steps slowing slightly as his whistling picked up again, the song burned into your brain as a source of fear.
Your fear increased ten-fold as he began singing, your heart stopping as his voice reached you. It caused conflicting emotions. The beauty of his voice made you want to stop and listen but as the lyrics registered, you wanted to simultaneously curl up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep and never wake up.
“Run, run for your life.”
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Happy Death Day VI
A/N: Purge night. (its been months since ive had the motivation to add to my doc but ive done iiit!)
-SKZ x reader
18+. MDNI THIS IS YOUR WARNING
mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. descriptions of violence and injury. (do proceed with caution for this one, reader goes through it)
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“Oh little bunny~”, his tone was condescending, mocking you as you stumbled away from him, “You’ll need to run faster if you don’t want me to catch you~”
Your steps stuttered, arms flailing to stop yourself from falling until you righted your steps, turning away from his dark eyes as he laughed, head thrown back and eyes closed until it snapped forward, eyes narrowed on your retreating figure.
“And believe me, you really don’t want that.”, Jeongin called after you, his steps slowing slightly as his whistling picked up again, the song burned into your brain as a source of fear.
Your fear increased ten-fold as he began singing, your heart stopping as his voice reached you. It caused conflicting emotions. The beauty of his voice made you want to stop and listen but as the lyrics registered, you wanted to simultaneously curl up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep and never wake up.
“Run, run for your life.”
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And run you did. Your legs worked as fast as they could, pain shooting through every inch of your being as you struggled to keep a pace fast enough that you felt progress in getting away. His pace stayed consistent as you glanced back at him, his smirk never faltering as he filled the night air with his voice. Your body ached with each step, his shadow growing as you stumbled slightly, arms flailing once again to stop yourself from face planting on the sidewalk for the second time.
“Bunny, you really need to speed up~ Don’t worry. You get one more chance.”, Jeongin’s voice was dark and loud in your ear, his hands planting on your shoulders as he spoke.
You froze instantly, your ears blocking every sound from your head as you tried to focus on ignoring the pain. So focused you hadn’t even seen him catching up to you easily as he walked quietly despite glancing back at him a few times. A sharp gasp pulled from your lungs as he shoved you forwards lightly, his voice surrounding you as you shook on the spot.
“I’d start running again before I decide to not be so nice. Jinnie wouldn’t be too happy with you either then~”
He was mocking you. A laughing lilt to his words as he watched you shake. It angered you, your body turning on the spot to raise your hand and deliver a punch as powerful as you could manage to his stupidly pretty face. The force was enough to have his head turning slightly, your hand lighting up with pain as you stumbled away from him. The growl that followed you had you shivering, the sound matching Hyunjin’s own in danger as you turned to look back at him briefly.
His jaw was clenching and unclenching as his head shook slowly, fluffy hair following the movements as his eyes met yours. Eye contact was a mistake, you decided, the darkness that grew deeper in his eyes taking over the last spot of empathy and compassion you had seen glittering in them before you had the nerve to punch him in the face.
His following laugh echoed in your skull past the other purge noises, his eyes trained on yours even though they narrowed with his forced smile. Your eyes caught movement to the side of you, but the second you turned, a loud bang caused your ears to ring. The sudden pain in your already wounded shoulder forcing you to your knees with the impact. Your eyes watered immediately, hands trembling as they reached for the new wound as the ringing slowly faded, a harsh laugh from the general direction of your driveway sending a new wave of chills through you.
Watery eyes glancing over, you took in Hyunjin and Chan standing under your porch lights with dark looks on their faces, Hyunjin holding his pistol in an outstretched hand. Aimed in your direction. A spark of disbelief flew through you before a hand hit your injured shoulder and you shouted in pain. Glancing up towards the source of the shove, you made eye contact with Jeongin again, his smile gone and rage consuming his usually adorable features entirely. His boot met your back in a harsh shove and your cheek met the sidewalk, a pained huff pushing from your lungs.
“You’re gonna regret ever trying to hurt me, little bunny. Jinnie isn’t very happy with you either. Oh and don’t get me started on our dear leader. You’re in for hell once we get in, bunny. You better buckle up.”
His strong arms wrapped around you, your body jostling on its way up to his shoulder, your leg aching and shoulder sending shooting pain to all minor wounds on your person. It made you sniffle in pain, Jeongin’s laugh sending a whole new round of pain through your body. The new wave of pain was too much for you, your eyes blacking out as you fell unconscious. The sudden extra weight of your body made Jeongin sigh, his eyes meeting Chan’s as he walked back up the driveway.
“You’ll help Jinnie deal with her before Sungie gets his turn.”, Chan grunted as he turned to head back into the house, the other boys waiting for their return with anxious expressions.
Through the anxious expressions, that darkness crept through, their gazes on your unconscious form as Jeongin sat you back on the chair it had all started in. Your head lolled as the boys gathered around you again, Han crouching in front of you with a sympathetic look in his eyes, his silent sorrow going unnoticed as you began to stir, Hyujin scoffing at the pained noise you made as soon as you woke up.
“Maybe that’ll teach you to not try and hurt one of us, hm?”
“We only want to take care of you, bunny. Why do you fight us so much?”
Your head was suddenly cleared of all sleep riddled fog, the pain taking a step back as rage filled you once more. Who were they to say they wanted to take care of you when you were tied to a chair with a broken leg, a stab wound and bullet wound in the same shoulder and multiple cuts and burns along the rest of your body along with previous waterboarding and dehumanizing actions done by them. You should’ve kept your mouth shut, you knew that talking back would only bring you more pain and deep down you did regret what flew from your mouth before you said it, just not enough to stop it from happening in the first place.
“Where do you get off on saying you care about me when all you’ve done is fucking hurt me?! There is no way you’re fucking SANE if you believe I could actually like you or accept you or even want to look at you if I’m alive by seven!”, your breaths were rough, voice hoarse and backed with pain as you shouted at the men in front of you.
A collective growl seemed to echo in your very bones, their eyes piercing through your soul as they watched you seethe in your spot. You made eye contact with the ones in front of you, your eyes lingering on the smile Minho held on his lips before his eyes darted behind you briefly. You scoffed at him, eyes tracing over the others before your eyes met the ceiling, your scalp stinging as the hand in it tugged harder and suddenly you were making eye contact with Jeongin, his eyes as dark as they were when you were on the sidewalk.
“I wouldn’t say things like that if I were you, bunny. We might take it the wrong way and you might end up with a missing finger~”
A harsh pressure on your shoulder had a scream passing your lips, Jeongins' eyes watching your expressions carefully with a small smirk. The smirk irked you, your eyebrows furrowing further as you processed the threat.
“Fuck you. I’ll never love you. I’ll never even like you. You can live in delusion all you’d like but I do. not. care.”, you scoffed at Jeongin, the pressure on your shoulder disappearing until you gathered the last of your courage, spitting at Jeongin with as much aggression as you could muster in the moment.
The silence that followed was the most disturbing one of the night, your body trembling as your own breathing filled the silence, their own not even a whisper in your ears. It was as if they had suddenly left your house, just abandoning their objectives to partake in other purge activities. That was only wishful thinking it seemed, moments later you were on the floor, shoulder pressed to the ground, a hand around your neck, a hand in your hair and boot on your leg as you cried out from the pain. Heavy breaths above you took over the silence as you struggled against their holds, giving up quickly as Felix’s knife was back in your personal space, the cool blade pressing against your neck in place of the hand.
“Watch yourself. I’m going last, doll. You don’t want to push me.”, Chan’s lips were soft on your ear, the threat hanging in the air as all holds on you were released, your forehead resting on the cool floor as you caught your breath from the sudden positioning change.
You huffed at Chan a second later, he had done nothing but slap you a little all night, there was no way you were afraid of him. Jisung on the other hand, you were slightly more afraid of. He had done nothing all night but watch you be tortured. Silent, observing. He seemed pliant yet the look in his eye when you talked back to any of them just reeked a sort of danger that was unknown to you. Unfortunately, that danger was now your thing to experience as Jisung gripped your hair, pulling your torso from the floor with a sharp tug, his other hand wrapping around your injured shoulder gently.
“If you don’t want me to dislocate your shoulder, you’re going to repeat exactly what I say and thank me for helping you say something smart for once.”, his tone was dark, words almost growled in a way you would never expect from him, “Do you understand?”
You nodded weakly, your eyes watering at the humiliation building in your stomach, the intense gazes from the boys making you tremble as Jisung takes a step back from you. Expecting a moment of reprieve, you let out a small sigh, the puff of air seeming like a cough in the silence as everyone paused. Jisung watched you silently before his arm swung forward and connected with your injured shoulder. You shouted in pain, your body jerking back with the force before two hands planted on your aching body to keep you still, a warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear as you whined.
“I want words from here on out. If I don’t get you using your big girl voice, we’re going to have problems, okay?” ,Han stepped forward to close the distance that was created.
“Y-yes.”
A breathy “good girl” reached your ears as you were placed back on the chair, your eyes scanning for the culprit to send them a death glare. Only finding Minho’s sharp gaze, you sighed and looked back towards your current assailant. His eyes were focused on yours intently, his tongue running over his lips when he noticed he had your attention back.
“Now, remember to be a good princess and repeat after me. We don’t want more serious injuries befalling you~”, his tone was condescending but by the testing look in his eyes, you knew it was purposeful.
A brief silence consumed the room, eyes switching from you and Han as he watched you intently.
“I suggest you keep your eyes on me if you’d like to get a chance at not dealing with a dislocated, shot arm.”
Your eyes snapped from where they were straying to his, your lips trembling slightly at the reminder of the pain that consumed your every thought. A smile crept across his features as he held your attention, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he was leaning over you, hands on the back of your chair so he could position his head right beside yours.
“Say, ‘I will let you love me because I am made to please you.’ And don’t resist, love. It won’t end well, you know this by now.”
Your body shook in its spot, your eyes watering for the hundredth time as you looked between the boys. Minho watched with a smirk, his eyes as playful as they had been almost all night, Seungmin by his side with his lighter in hand, the flame flickering at your gaze. Jeongin stood to your side, his cheek clear of any sign you had spat at him. Chan stood behind you, his hands running over your back teasingly as you squirmed. Felix and Hyunjin sat huddled close as they conversed quietly although their eyes were on you the whole time. Changbin was the only one you could no longer see, his presence in your kitchen menacing at best as you heard the sink turn on once more.
“I-”, your voice came out weak, “I will…”
You trailed off slowly as Changbin walked back into the room, the bucket full with steaming water that sloshed over the edges as he walked. Han cleared his throat, his hand moving to your shoulder gently as a warning. You trembled harder under his touch before you cleared your throat as quietly as you could.
“I will let you…”, you stared up at Jisung with wide eyes as he stared you down, “let you love me….”
You rushed out the words as fast as you could, the small murmur of conversation from Felix and Hyunjin dying out as Han laughed loudly, his grip tightening on your body.
“That just won’t do, now will it, love?”, he looked around at his group, a false curiosity contorting his features. “Did you guys hear her?”
‘No’’s echoed from around the circle, Changbin stepping up to you with the dreaded bucket of water. His arms raised to throw it on you, his expression blank. A splash of water hit you before you heard Changbins name called, the warmth causing new shivers to wrack your frail body as you cooled off quickly.
“Give the poor kitty a moment to process her words before you punish her!”, Minho called out, his voice just as mocking as it had been all night.
Changbin scoffed but nodded, taking a step back to let Jisung stand in front of you again as his hand gripped your shoulder even tighter, “Now. Let’s try this one more time, love. This is your last chance. Now speak.”
Han commanded you like a dog, your eyes narrowing at him as he met your gaze unwavering. A brief movement caught your attention in the next second, your tense staring contest with Jisung cut short as you realized Seungmin had slid closer to you. You eyed him cautiously, a smirk pulling at his lips when you flicked your gaze to Minho just to check where he was. Not seeing the man in question sent your thoughts spiraling, Seungmin reaching over to nudge Chan and gesture to your searching eyes. The leader laughed sharply, your eyes widening and snapping straight to him as he pushed Jisung out of the way, his hand finding purchase in your hair.
“I suggest you pay attention to Hannie here, doll. He gave you a merciful chance to not get a new injury and you’re just throwing it away! Tsk tsk. Maybe you are just that dumb.”, Chan’s hand left your hair with a harsh shove back, your head falling over the top of the chair uncomfortably with a whimper.
“Y-you’re wrong…”, you coughed weakly, your head raising to stare him down with as much anger as you could muster in your gaze, “I’m not dumb!”
Then, with a sudden and unexpected burst of strength, you pushed yourself from the chair, shouldering your way past Han who nearly fell over from the force of your body colliding with his. Surprised shouts filled the room, a few growls backing them as you sprinted up the stairs the best you could, your leg aching to no end but pushing you to move faster. You couldn’t stay. You had to get out, and you had to get out now.
As you sprinted up the stairs, the boys glanced at each other with similar danger in their eyes, snarls taking over Seungmin and Hyunjins’ pretty lips as you stumbled over a few steps. It was a dumb idea, maybe Chan was right on that part, at least slightly… but you had to try. You wouldn’t go down fully without a fight despite there being eight fully grown and muscled men downstairs. You made it up the stairs, a haunting laugh filling your head as you slammed doors behind you as you weaved through rooms, leaving three open to conjoining bathrooms just in case. You just had to make it back to your bedroom and then you could climb through your window after barricading the doors and run to a neighbor or find a good place to hide until 7am.
Stumbling into your bedroom, your chest heaved with exertion, your arms aching as you pushed your dresser in front of the door. You took a split second to pause, hearing their footsteps ascending the stairs slowly and confidently. That was all it took for you to jerk back into motion, your wounds protesting constantly as you moved your night-stand in front of the dresser, your washroom only accessible from inside your room. You huffed and puffed, staring down your barricade before you fell on your ass, a pained cry crawling from your throat as the dresser shook with the force of whoever was hitting it.
Seungmin stood and watched Changbin body check the door, the lack of significant movement making him laugh as he stopped the other man, glancing around at his group to make eye contact with Chan. A nod was shared between them and then you heard a pair of footsteps leaving, your voice calling out before you could even think to stop it.
“Too pussy to break down a door? Pathetic.”, you emphasized it with a scoff, eyes widening quickly as you covered your mouth.
The sudden silence from the other side of the door shook you to your core, your arms trembling as you pushed yourself up from the floor. You looked around your ransacked room, trying to remember where you had put your pepper spray and small dagger for emergencies. The continued silence registered in your head a moment later, a gasp leaving you as you turned to face the door.
Hesitantly you called out, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it-”
“Shut up while you’re ahead, bunny. You won’t be getting any more chances once we get you out of that damned room.”, Jeongin growled through the door, a solid hit on the wood sending you into motion to search for your self defense.
“I never wanted any of this!”, you shouted back to cover up the noises of your rummaging, “Just leave me alone and we can pretend this never happened! You can stalk me if you want, I don’t care anymore! Just-”, you paused, your hands trembling as you stared into the empty drawer where you were certain you had housed the items you were looking for.
“Looking for these~?”
You spun around instantly, injuries protesting once more as you faced the man who sat casually against your desk. He held your pepper spray and dagger in his pretty hands, thin fingers twirling the dagger as he tossed the spray into the air before catching it and waving it at you. A pout graced his lips before he smirked at your clear shock, pushing off the desk to crowd you against your bed, your knees buckling when you hit the edge. You fell with a light huff, your eyes on the offending items.
“L-look I wasn’t gonna use those on you guys! I-”
“Shhhh, lovely. We know you couldn’t possibly be that dumb! To try and use pepper spray on us? Or even stab us?”, he chuckled, his voice reaching the others outside the door, their silence broken as an ax cut through the wood beside the door knob, “No, of course you fucking wouldn’t. So, what were you gonna do once you got your cute little hands on these, hm?”
Han watched your wide eyes grow glassy, a new set of tears trailing over your dirtied cheeks as he watched you. The dagger spun menacing circles in his hand as you jumped with each crack of the wood under the ax, a large hand punching through it to fumble for the doorknob to unlock it. You snuck a quick glance at the man above you, his hand loosened around the pepper spray with the distraction. You took as shallow of a deep breath as you possibly could, your uninjured arm shooting out to rip the spray from his hand, his eyes meeting yours before they closed in pain as you hit the trigger on the small bottle.
He grunted loudly, curses falling from his lips as the door rattled, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you rolled off the bed, heading to the open window. Your hands hit the window sill, your breaths loud and uneven as you looked down at the backyard, orange lighting up the sky as fires burned and guns fired. Pushing yourself up, you swung a leg over the edge, your eyes trained on the grid of vines that led to your window. Before you could make a move to get down, a piercing pain bloomed in your already injured arm, your eyes trailing slowly from the veined hand hovering near you to the handle of your dagger sticking out from your arm.
The door slammed open a second later, the weight of their eyes on you before a calm command hit your ears muffled, Chans’ eyes dark and determined as he waved at you. Confusion flooded your mind past the pain until the same veined hand pushed you out of the window. You gasped at the sudden loss of structure underneath you, Felixs’ slightly guilty smile greeting your eyes until your arm caught on the grid, flipping you around and sending more pain through your body as you crashed against it.
The motion had you leg bleeding once more, your ankle twisting painfully as it caught on a vine and halted your plummet for mere seconds before it snapped and you were falling again. Your fall stopped painfully and abruptly as you hit the small hedge below the vines, the small sticks digging into your skin in all the wrong places as you struggled to remove yourself. A gentle hand on your arm helped you from them, instincts telling you to thank you.
“Th-thanks…”, you muttered, pain shooting through your arm as the knife left it and you suddenly remembered where you were, your panicked eyes making contact with Minho’s overly pleased ones.
“Awe, I knew you could be nice! It wasn’t that hard after all was it?”, his smile was nothing but sharp as he watched you glance down to your bleeding arm, your legs giving out beneath you and sending you face first into his solid chest.
A voice sounded from your window, Minho’s hand in your hair suddenly as he dragged you through your yard. Seungmin met you at the door that connected to your kitchen, your head shaking from side to side as much as it could with the grip on your hair.
“No nonononononononono.. No no-”, you muttered frantically, eyes wide and desperate as you twisted in Minho’s hold the best you could with your legs not working with you.
No acknowledgements were given to your mutters, the suddenly full sink and temporarily blinded Han being nursed with a bowl of milk creating a whole new panic within you. Your mind practically shattered, your mutters becoming shouts and swears as the boys watched you struggle against their second oldest who slowly released his hold on you, watching with the others as you crumbled to the floor in a heap of blood and tears, your hands trembling against the floor as the sobs shook your entire body violently.
“Get her up, get her clean and get her comfy. It’s time to let her rest. We have 2 hours left, take one for her to calm down and the other? We can finish this off like we want.”
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