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Weightless;; KSJ

Word Count;; 6.3k

Genre;; Yandere + Sci-Fi Horror [Alien Series AU]

Pairing;; Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary;;

There’s something aboard the ship. The crew refuses to comment on it, paid to act like everything is smooth sailing despite the obvious, but you’ve heard it. In the dead of night, when the partying comes to an end and your fellow guests retire to their rooms, screams echo from deep within the bowels of the Ishimura.

It’s only a matter of time before it comes for you. Even now you can hear it breathing, whispering, groaning. Laying awake on your bed, you stare into the overhead vent. It’s there you always find them - floating eyes amidst the endless dark.

Warnings;;

Umm, Alien-typical content, yandere-typical content. Death (no MCD), violence, drugging, gore, horror, suspense, mental breakdowns, etc etc

SPACE HORROR!! No one can hear you scream in space! There’s nowhere to run in space! muhahaha!

Notes;;

This is for @taetaecherub​’s Fear Festival BTS Halloween Collab! <3 Don’t forget to check out the other works - they’re gonna be great! Also I love you if you picked up on any of the references in this! It’s packed full of them!!

Main Masterlist || BTS Masterlist

   Weightless.

   When you awake, you’re weightless. Free, light, unburdened – it’s as if you’re floating in space. A sense of serenity befalls you. Taking a deep breath, you suck down the artificial air and hold it deep within your lungs.

   There’s something off about the crew. They haven’t been acting right ever since the outing on Feros. You exhale through parted lips. Desperate whispers shared in dark corners, mouths sealed shut behind trembling lips, eyes wide with the unspeakable knowledge, the horrendous truth of what happened that “uneventful” day.

   Another inhalation of not-quite-perfect oxygen. It’s almost indistinguishable from Earth’s air and yet… you know. Perhaps that’s the only reason it bothers you. You know it isn’t natural. It sits heavy in your chest. If only you had caught a glimpse of the passenger they carted down to medical. Without something concrete, you have nothing to investigate. An insistent burn tickles your lungs. Asking everyone you see if they know of a missing guest is proving futile. Just as your chest is ready to burst, you release your breath.

   Enough is enough.

   Today is the day you get your answers.

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