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Spin, Dare, Hide.

A/N: The full first chapter of SDH! I'm back to being motivated so you get the full chapter after so long lmao

-18+, slight violence, swearing, jisung is a little shit, ateez kinda yandere towards the end

-ateez x reader, mentions of skz because Han Jisung is your bff

1 of 2 (We'll see how much more I write from today onwards)

this is TWELVE of 14 pages i have written lol... not edited or re-read

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Spin the bottle, hide and seek and truth or dare. Three separate games Jisung had decided to combine for a game he called SDH. Spin, dare, hide. The way it worked was a little too complicated for your liking, your head going blank as you listened to him explain it eight times over. You spin the bottle, the person it landed on is the seeker. You must do a dare they ask you and then you hide. You get a minute to hide. After that minute is done, your seeker has a time limit of 3 minutes to find you. If they find you, they do what they want with you. If you aren’t found, your past seeker spins the bottle and whoever it lands on swaps out and becomes the seeker. The game continues like this until either one person has not been found by anyone or the hider is found and “dealt with”, as Jisung phrased it. The only limit to the game was the extent of pain you could put a person through with your dare. You couldn’t ask your daree to hurt themselves or anyone else in an extreme fashion. The most you could ask would be a spank or a small slap on the face, even a slap on the wrist, forehead flicks included. That limit extended to the “do whatever you want to them” prize for finding the hider. The only pain you could inflict was determined before the actions were taken and done safely with consent. 

It was something you had played with Jisung, Chan and Hyunjin before, but sitting on the floor, listening to Jisung explain it all to Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho, you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The confusion on their faces was visible, Jisung cackling as he explained the pain limits set in place. Feeling a gaze on you that you knew wasn’t Jisungs, as he was busy staring down Yeosang who had a small blush covering his face, you turned to look around. Looking past them all, you landed on Wooyoung. His gaze was… intense. He was always the flirty one but the look in his eyes was determined. Almost like he was taking the challenge of the game personally. When you met his eyes though, they cleared and he smiled at you brightly, a small one tugging at your lips in response until Jisung smacked you on the shoulder.

He was still rambling about the game and you vaguely heard a question directed at you, just nodding along as you got lost in your thoughts. It wasn’t until you heard someone choking on their drink and Jisung shouting at you in pride that you snapped back into reality and looked around the group in confusion. The reactions were different, but each man now had a darker look behind their kind eyes. Mingi had been the one to choke, his face beet red as he smacked his chest. Wooyoung sported a massive smirk, looking eerily close to the joker smile. Hongjoong was watching you look at them with curiosity and the others were all just slightly red in the face. San was the only one you could really tell what he was thinking. His lips parted as his breathing picked up, his legs crossed and he stared at you with darkened, hooded eyes. It was clear he was imagining what he could do to you if he found you but a sharp nudge from Seonghwa on his side made him sit up, his previous state gone entirely as you watched him with wide eyes. 

Jisung caught your attention again, his eyes as wide as yours as you looked at him with so much visible confusion. 

“What?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Oh.. no… Was I supposed to? You were explaining the game. I know how it works.”, you raised an eyebrow at Jisung.

He only answered with a laugh, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he continued to explain the little details of the game he created. He gave you no indication of just what you had agreed to when you were zoned out, his attitude more cocky than usual as he held you to him tightly. You huffed in annoyance and confusion as you sat, waiting for the explanation to be over. It took Jisung about three more minutes to finish explaining everything, questions answered and players ready. 

“Okay, someone grab a bottle! It’s time to play~”, Jisung cackled and rocked with you in his hold, your eyes rolling at his maniac-esk tendencies. 

“What did I agree to? I think it’s against the rules for me not to know.”

“Wrong! I made the rules, so for you, sweetpea, it’s not gonna harm you.”, Jisung planted a loud kiss on your cheek and you grunted, shoving him away to sit on the floor in front of him.

Yunho came back into the room with a bright smile and a half empty bottle of vodka in hand, followed by Yeosang who carried a bowl of snacks to the couch to share around. You accepted gratefully, munching on a small handful as everyone got settled in a circle, Jisung excluded. You called him a traitor as the last two settled down fully, the back of your head being smacked.

“Okay, now. Let’s start with a simple round of Truth or Drink. Don’t answer the truth and someone knows you’re lying, you drink. You get away with a lie and that’s that. Got it? Good. Jongho!”, Jisung pointed at Jongho as he shouted his name, the change in volume making you jump slightly against his legs, to which he laughed.

A simple hum answered him, Jongho leaning forward in his seat as Jisung copied him. His eyes darted down to you briefly before Jisung hummed obnoxiously loud, his eyes trailing back up to meet Jisung’s.

“Do you know who has the biggest dick?”

“Yeah.”, Jongho scoffed and turned his gaze to Seonghwa, “Hyung, did you eat my lunch yesterday?”

Seonghwa had the decency to look ashamed, his ears flushing red as he covered his mouth with his hand. He simply nodded and sat up straighter, staring daggers at Wooyoung who cowered away slightly. 

“Did you take my Star Wars Lego and re-gift it to me during the holidays?”

Wooyoung choked on air, his eyes widening in fear as Seonghwa stood from his spot, rage seeping from him as he made his way to the frantically mumbling Wooyoung. Hongjoong stopped them quickly but when Wooyoung muttered a small ‘yes’ before he booked it outside, Hongjoong had no hope against the force of angry Seonghwa as he barrelled after the culprit.

You sat in your spot, lips pressed together to stop the laughter from spilling through as Jisung cackled at your back, San looked unbothered, almost like he knew about the occurrences. The others looked slightly concerned for Wooyoung as scared screams from Wooyoung echoed as Seonghwa shouted profanities at him. Snacks were passed around as the chase continued outside and was soon forgotten as you ate, conversation flowing naturally until Seonghwa burst through the door with Wooyoung, a harsh grip on his ear as he dropped him where he was sitting previously. He retook his own seat, San patting his thigh comfortingly as Seonghwa huffed in anger. You let out a small giggle, the despair in his actions pulling it from you before you could stop it. The glare was turned to you quickly and you muttered apologies and bowed your head to him repeatedly, his glare leaving his eyes soon after as he calmed down fully.

“Oh Jisung~”, Wooyoung called out to your friend, “Have you kissed Y/n?”

Gasps filled the room and your jaw dropped, staring at the cocky look on Wooyoung’s face as he sipped his drink. Jisung hummed and ran his hand over your hair, your head shaking in response to the question before he grabbed the sides of it to stop you.

“No, but I can.”, he emphasized his point by planting a kiss on the top of your head, your jaw snapping shut as you punched Jisungs legs where you could reach.

“OK, since I asked someone already, San. Would you kiss one of the people beside you?”

You watched as his head turned to either side, glancing over his friends before he nodded, “Yeah. Probably would.”

A few cries of shock followed his answer, the two to his sides blushing red as they stared at the carpet below them. You smacked Jisung’s leg again, hand reaching for the snacks as the questions were passed between the rest of the boys. Soon enough, after a few angry chases through the backyard and a few insults here and there, your name was being called by Yeosang. You met his eyes easily, head tilted in question as you swallowed the mouthful of Doritos you had been crunching. 

“Would you make out with anyone in the room…minus Jisung?”, his eyes were curious as he held your gaze but you could feel the weight of the others’ darkened eyes on your frame as you thought for a moment.

With your eyes steadily on Yeosang, you licked your lips slowly, still thinking before you no longer had to, Yeosangs answering lip lick solidifying what you were, in all honesty, pretending to think about.

“Yes. In a heartbeat.”, your face lit up with a blush as they groaned, some shifting in their spots as others hid behind their hands to save face in front of you. 

“So why don’t you?”

“What?”, your head snapped to Jisung, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched the panic course through you. 

“Make out with one of them. I dare you.”

“This isn’t the game, Jisung.”

“Good thing a preliminary game of spin the bottle is next then huh?”

You groaned and smacked him, running your clammy hands over your face as you huffed out a breath of pure tension, “I think we get that you smashed together some games and forced us to play it for your pleasure.”

A few laughs greeted your ears, Jisung’s angry huff reaching you between the laughs before you had a smack landed on the top of your head. You groaned a little and rubbed your head, glaring up at Jisung from your spot. 

“Unnecessary!” 

“Shut up. Fine, we’ll just start the game. Since our dear Y/n decided to ruin our pre-game, she’ll spin first!~”, Jisung pushed you forwards slightly, your hands catching you as you fell forward. 

You sat upright with a huff and shook your head, reaching for the bottle that Yunho still held. The level of vodka in it had dropped and you raised an eyebrow, his sheepish smile answering all your questions. You let it go and set the bottle in the middle of your circle, sitting on your knees at arm’s length away from it, you grasped the body and spun it. Watching it spin, your heart rate picked up, the bottle slowly coming to a stop as you stared at it. You didn’t want to look away from it, if it had landed on him, you knew you would be found and there was no telling just what would happen. 

You felt all their gazes on you as you stared holes into the bottle, the neck pointing somewhere to your front right. A throat clearing made your shoulders jump, your eyes flicking away from the bottle in the general direction of Jisung behind you with a glare. You took a deep breath, staring at the bottle still. Exhaling sharply as you glanced up to meet your seeker’s eyes, you froze. You were fearing being seeked out by Wooyoung but seeing Hongjoong staring you down, head tilted down slightly and to the side as he smirked, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he watched you, you knew you had been afraid of the wrong person. 

Red rushed over your face, a sympathizing chuckle coming from someone to your left and as you glanced over quickly, you were surprised to see Yeosang smirking at you in a similar way. The blush heated your face quicker, your cheeks burning as you glanced back at Hongjoong, who had shifted to kneel in his spot between Mingi and Jongho. You met his dark eyes, his head tilting further in silence as he picked up on your spike of fear.

“The captain first. How fitting! Now, you have to give her a dare! She can’t say no.”, Jisung interrupted your staring contest, your fear dying in your chest slowly as the look faded from Hongjoong’s face. 

A bright smile pulled at the captain's lips as he watched you closely, his hands clasping together on his thighs as everyone sat in nervous silence. 

“I dare you…”, Hongjoong met your apprehensive gaze as his darkened once more, Jisung at your back oblivious to the look as he flirted with San, “I dare you to go the rest of the night without your shirt on.”

Cat calls echoed around your head, your eyes widening as you held his gaze once more, his smile dropping into a smirk in a split second as you shook your head. 

“That’s unreasonable. I’m not-”, your denial was cut off by the sound of fabric ripping, your eyes darting down at the sudden chill on your torso only to see your shirt in two halves hanging around your hips. 

You gasped in shock, one of your favourite shirts ripped so easily but as you looked to the side to see Jongho and Yeosang with similarly hovering hands, you saw red.

“What the fuck?! I get this is a game to you all but I take destroying my possessions very seriously! So if one of you wants to stop and fucking think about how much I enjoy my possessions, that would be great!”

You were fuming. Your fists clenching as your chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut in anger while you tried to keep the tears away. Silence followed your outburst, gazes set on your form as Jisung rubbed your bare shoulders. 

“Well? Is anyone gonna say something? Anything to let me know that you aren’t complete assholes?!”

The continued silence made you huff, your eyes snapping open only to make eye contact with Seonghwa who was now kneeling in front of you, eyes darker than the night sky and swirling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place as his hand shot out to grip your chin between two long fingers. 

“I’d watch how you talk to us if you want to make it out later.”, his voice was deeper than you had ever heard it, rivaling Mingi’s as he leaned forward to whisper darkly in your ear, “You won’t be walking out of this house normally anyways, don’t make it worse for yourself, pet.”

He pulled away abruptly, his harsh grip leaving your face as it heated rapidly, his eyes brightening as he took his previous spot. All eyes were on you as you inhaled shakily, your eyes clearing of the anger that was previously swirling in them and instead fogging over in a headspace you never thought Park Seonghwa would be able to induce, even if just slightly as he promised you your demise. 

Jisung cleared his throat sharply, smacking his hands down on your shoulders. You jumped in your spot at the touch, your mind miles away from the current situation until that moment as Jisung began rambling off the rules again. 

“One minute to hide, as soon as you leave the room, Y/N, it’ll start. Hongjoong you have three to find her. You fail, you spin and swap out. Then it starts over until we either run out of men or our dear hider is found.”, Jisung made eye contact with everyone in the room, making sure they nodded before he slapped you over the head, “Get a move on! We only have so much time.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding the eyes of everyone as you stepped to the edge of the living room, your legs hesitating mid-step as you glanced back at Jisung for reassurance. Seeing his answering nod at your gaze, you sighed lowly and booked it from the room, your steps echoing as you clambered away from the heavy energy. Jisung’s shout for the timer starting had your heart quickening as you looked into every room you could, eyes searching for that perfect spot you knew no one would look in.

You even considered the trash can in the kitchen before you heard low laughs coming from the room across from it, looking up to see San watching you. The darkness in his eyes had you sprinting from any room even remotely close to the living room, your hands shaking as you considered just jumping in the shower or the linen closet and praying that whatever Hongjoong had planned for you was innocent and painless. 

You figured that closets, under beds, in the shower or behind curtains would be searched first, followed by behind chairs in corners or large piles of blankets or clothes, your mind racing with thoughts on how you could possibly hide in a way that would ensure you would be free to win the game and have the boys fight it out as they hid amongst themselves. Jisung shouted ‘20 seconds’ into the house, the slight murmur from the group dying down slightly as you froze, head turning around the room frantically.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hide goddamnit!”, you scolded yourself, scanning every last corner of the room before you came up with a plan. 

Grabbing pants from the closet, you stuffed them haphazardly with pillows, standing them on shoes behind the curtains before closing them to create a space of darkness, Jisung starting a countdown from 15 seconds as you frantically stuffed another pair of pants to hold with you for your plan. 

“3!”

Your hands shook as you closed the door to the room, body pressed against the wall as tightly as possible to minimize the obvious gap when it opened.

“2!”

You held the pants and shoes in one arm, tucked against your chest as you covered your mouth with the waistband. 

“1!”

You heard shuffling from downstairs, your eyes closing as you tried to control your breathing. 

“Ready or not, here I come~”, Hongjoong’s voice carried up the stairs as he climbed them steadily, “I’ll find you sooner or later, bunny. You can hide, but you can’t run.”

The sharp edge to his words made you clam up, your hands slipping slightly and causing your elbow to knock against the door lightly. You gasped as quietly as you could, free hand clamping down harshly on your mouth as a shadow filled the doorway, the hallway light only silhouetting his figure as he opened the door. He swung it open slowly, his hand splayed on the wood as you waited for it to collide with your body. The hit was far from obvious as he left it to rest just centimeters from your body, his eyes narrowed and predatory as you shook slightly.

The curtain rings did you a favor, sliding slightly to adjust to the positioning and drawing his attention from the other side of the room. His smirk grew noticeably in the darkness of the room, the hallway lights seeming to glint off his canine as he stalked towards the curtains, his eyes trained down on the set of shoes just barely peeking from behind them. 

“Oh little bunny. You could’ve at least tried to get away~”, his smug look was wiped from his face as he violently pulled open the curtains, the noise allowing you to slip out of the room as Jisung shouted ‘2 minutes left’. 

The door creaked slightly as you snuck out of your spot, Hongjoong freezing as you booked it. A cruel laugh filled the air moments later as the sound of a door slamming shut took over the house. Shivers went down everyone's spines at the following laughter, his words making you stumble as you ran into the library room that was really just a desk and a few bookshelves. 

“If I find you, little bunny, you’ll wish you never ran. I’ll make sure of it. You’ll make such a pretty bunny for us, covered in our marks and drenched in our cum.”

He made no indication that he heard the door to the room squeaking but as you slid between the shelves on the wall of the door, your stuffed pants casting a shadow under the desk for him to see as he swung the door open fully, a mocking click of his tongue following, you knew he had heard it. 

“Oh bunny. You should’ve been quieter. Maybe then you would have had it easier.”, he stood still in front of the desk, his shoulders lifting with his heavy breaths as he stared down the top of it, “But poor bunny thinks we’re dumb-”

“Hey Captain! 10 seconds!”, Jisung shouted up the stairs.

“Your tricks may have worked, but whoever is next will not be as accepting of your tricks.”

“Game!”, Jisungs shout startled you slightly, Hongjoong leaving the room before he paused.

“Your little games will get you hurt, bunny. I’d be careful.”, he growled his words at you, fingers tapping against the bookshelf you were squished between as he left the room. 

You sighed in relief, slipping from your spot to breathe properly for a minute as you gathered your decoy, going back to gather your other one as Jisung shouted up to you that you have some extra time as the bottle spun. Your hands steadied quite quickly with the news, your hands working double time to stuff some more pillows into pants, placing one behind the curtains again, another in the shower, replacing the one under the desk and shoving one under a bed. All that was left was you, Jisung’s call of your official time starting putting the shake back in your hands.

You had one minute to hide again, your decoys calming your mind slightly until you ended up in front of the locked door at the very end of the hall. The red light that was usually on in the room was absent for now as you stared at it, a call of 30 seconds shaking your mind as you turned away from it, stumbling into the closest room you could reach. 

You looked around frantically, eyes finding the doors that led to a small balcony quickly. You huffed but gave in, opening the doors with a huff. You could hide behind chairs, the giant potted plant or you could stand on the edge and pray no one walked out. SIghing heavily, you pressed yourself against the wall beside a large plant right by the doors. A faint shout of Jisung’s voice told you that the new seeker was out and searching for you. Opening doors slowly sounded less muffled as he approached the room you were in, his voice muffled while he searched for you. The door to the room opened slower than the rest of the doors, the slow squeak of the hinges making you cringe as you pressed yourself against the cold wall. 

“I see you know what you’re doing. I don’t appreciate these little games you think you can get away with, doll. When we find you, you will regret it. Mark my words. If I don’t ensure it, then I know for a fact that the others will when they find out your little mind games. Jisung forbade us from telling the others what happens on our hunts…”, a door slammed open, “So you’re safe with your little decoys until someone doesn’t fall for them.”

The growl his voice took on was bone-chilling, the anger and anticipation behind it making you shiver more violently than the cold breeze had been, your entire body tensing as the patio doors opened one by one. 

“You’re lucky my time just ended, doll. A shame we don’t get to play just yet… I’ll have my chance with you and by god will you regret everything.”, his head poked through the doors, making eye contact with you immediately and you whimpered.

The smirk on his face was nothing less than cruel as he watched you shiver, your eyes wide as he watched you until you gasped, fully registering your situation. You shook your head, hands waving in front you as you stepped back slightly. 

“J-Jongho no, t-the time ended!”, your voice trembled as he watched you panic, an easy smile replacing his smirk.

“I’m aware, doll. It’s best you come inside for now if you keep planning to hide out here. You’ll get sick.”, he tugged you inside, his large hand warm against your smaller one as the warm air of the house washed over you.

“Thank you…”, you murmured as Jisung shouted for Jongho again, his heat disappearing back downstairs to spin the bottle as you warmed up slowly.

The minute it took for the bottle to land and Jisung to shout up to you felt like ages, your last decoy being replaced under blankets on a bed. Your brain was short-circuiting. You had no idea who was next, it could be Wooyoung, it could be Seonghwa or it could be Yeosang. Either way, you were terrified of those three for the moment as you slotted yourself under the bed the decoy was on. It was a dumb spot and you would be lying your ass off if you said you couldn’t hear past your own heartbeat for a few seconds as footsteps trailed up the stairs, oddly heavy for any of the boys. 

The sound of two doors swinging open at once sent alarm bells off in your head again as you picked up on two separate footstep patterns entering rooms opposite your hiding place. You had closed the door to be extra safe, leaving the door to the room of your last hiding place open just to throw them off. Regret filled your panicked being as you watched four shadows extend from under the door to the room you were in.

Of course they sent up two and of course Jisung allowed it. Why wouldn’t he? He was always rooting for your failure in a best friend way, just as he was always trying to get you laid. Maybe that was his plan with this godforsaken game, you thought. The door opened slowly with an extended creek sending shivers down your spine as you indirectly met Wooyoung's dark gaze from under the bed, San’s sharp eyes scanning the room slowly, gaze just as filled with a promise of danger.

Watching San’s arm lift to point subtly at the decoy on the bed, you let out the smallest whimper you could, hands clasped over your mouth and nose to hide your heavy breathing as they approached opposite sides of the beds. 

“Oh princess. You could have hid so much better!”, San’s voice was overly cheerful as you watched his foot tap in eight counts.

“Unless our little baby just couldn’t wait to be found~”, Wooyoung's voice matched San’s cheerful tone as he added to the teasing.

The swoosh of blankets covered the noises of shock they no doubt made, the muted thump made your heart race, knowing they wouldn’t leave the blankets on the floor to sweep up the dust of the day. The veined hands gripping the pile confirmed your thoughts, a slight peek of hair nearly exposing your spot as they bent to pull the covers over the decoy. They whispered to each other, the annoyance hidden in their tones now present as they scanned the room once more before they left with heavy steps.

Their posture screamed disappointment but being under the bed stopped you from seeing the small smirk shared between them as Jisung called time moments after your door closed. The silence and heat building in the room suffocated you slowly, your hands fumbling with the door until you were able to breathe in different air, your mind racing at the possibilities of them sending up another group of two, maybe even a group of three if Jisung was feeling like causing more chaos. 

The troublemakers next call of your time had you rushing into the bathroom, hands fumbling with the decoy to chuck it outside, no longer caring if it led whoever was next straight to you. You were flustered, scared and becoming increasingly panicked at what the others were planning as they sent away each seeker. A heavy set of footsteps trailed slowly up the stairs, your mind jumping Yunho as the stairs creaked under the weight of whoever was ascending. They had to be larger than Hongjoong or Yeosang, their stature a little too small for you to believe it was one of them making their way up

. Your thoughts came to a sudden stop as you heard a mumble, his deep voice chilling you to the bone as you realized it was probably Mingi who was now searching for you. You weren’t afraid of Mingi for the game, but he was observant when he needed to be and he needed to be, so you were concerned. Your hands trembled as you flattened yourself against the bottom of the tub, the showerhead staring you down threateningly as the sound of his footsteps got closer. 

The panic clouding your brain hid the change in heaviness of the steps, the lighter tone of the voice responding to someone you could only pray was downstairs, but hearing no shout from Jisung at that moment, you just knew they had sent up an overly coordinated pair. That, or they walked so slowly up the stairs trying to match their steps that they lost all of their time, Jisung’s voice shouting ‘5 seconds’ confirming your running thoughts as 3 separate voices began complaining. You could recognize the tones of Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang. A shiver traversed your spine as you realized that Yeosang could have found you in that moment, their overly careful planning to walk up the stairs saving you for one last round. Saving you for Seonghwa. 

Sitting up in the tub, you couldn’t help but think that maybe leaving you to Seonghwa last was on purpose. The feeling he gave you before, surrounded by the other boys in the circle only spelled danger and dominance. You were terrified of it. The sharp change in the way he acted towards you to how he acted on the regular like a Care Bear murdering a child. Unexpected and completely out of the usual character you were used to. Your mind raced at the hiding spots you could get away with, mentally checking off places you hid decoys or hid for the others until you reached the small office room in your pacing, Jisung’s delayed call of your start time only fueling your fear knowing that Seonghwa had probably asked for his call for your time to start later. Letting you sit in your panic, letting it build slowly for him to make it burst when he began his hunt.

HIs confidence was overwhelming from that one non-verbal cue to you and you knew he would find you, probably paid off Jisung to let the guys tell him where you were so he could narrow down your location. He was already in your head and Jisung had just called your start time, your hands shaking as you closed the office door slowly so the hinges wouldn’t creek as they did when Hongjoong had followed you into the room previously. 

Your decoy sat under the desk still and you sighed, deciding to hide between the shelves on the far right side of the room, the desk nearly perfectly parallel to your small hiding spot. Hongjoong’s mocking call of ‘ready or not, here he comes’ did nothing to help your nerves, your hands sweating against the dark wood of the bookshelf in front of you, your ears straining for any sound of Seonghwa that you couldn’t find.

He was deadly silent climbing the stairs, no doors squeaked as they opened (if he opened them) and you were trembling as the door to the office slowly swung open. The large, veined hand on the wood was the only thing giving away his presence until he stepped into the room, eyes fixed on the desk with an intensity you never saw in his eyes. His lips curled at the shadow under the desk, his head tilting as his tongue poked out to run over his plush bottom lip.

“I appreciate your commitment to the decoy under the desk, pet. It’s clever. For dumb little girls who don’t know when to give themselves up.”

His voice was deep again, eyes never leaving the desk as he approached it, hands slamming down the surface. He hung his head slightly, his fluffy hair dropping to hide his eyes from your  fearful gaze. 

“I’ll give you a choice, pet. You come out of your own free will, walk downstairs with me in that pretty little bra and we go easy on you.”, he scoffed out a small laugh, his hands drawing your attention as he reached into his pocket, a small pocket knife glinting in his pretty hands, “Or~ You don’t. I pull you from that pathetic little hiding spot and drag you down those stairs where you get used by us until you can’t even lift a finger. Jisung was a good little boy…”

The silence made him hum, his hand flipping the knife open and closed over and over with a steady click. He laughed mockingly as the silence carried, your stubbornness amusing him as he tilted his head.

“He was too easy for San to seduce. All it took was a few touches on his thigh, some compliments and he was caving, telling us all your dirty little kinks. Yeah he gave us everything we needed to know. And then he left!”

His cruel laugh made you tear up. Of course Jisung caved to San’s false advances. The fucker probably took the car too, not even leaving you a text to explain how he fed you to the wolves. You were drawn from your angry thoughts towards Jisung by the rough scrape of the blade on the wooden surface of the desk. 

“I’ll give you… one minute. You had a minute to hide for us. You get a minute to decide how good you want to be for us.”, He was standing up straight again, his fingers drumming the desk as he put the knife away. 

The silence was only broken by his drumming and a slow, mocking countdown to your inevitable demise, his voice deep but airy as he counted to your end. Your heartbeat was rapid in your chest and you could swear if Seonghwa was silent for even a second, he’d hear it pounding against the wood of the bookshelf. Your thoughts overwhelmed your awareness of your actions, your breathing getting a little out of hand with your increasing heart rate as the countdown dropped to ‘5~’ and suddenly stopped.

By the time your mind caught up with the lack of counting and the heat of the darkened eyes suddenly on you, a harsh grip was on your hair, pulling you from your spot roughly. You hadn’t even seen him move, your legs buckling at the sudden motion, causing you to stumble into Seonghwa’s chest, his eyes beating down on the top of your head as you pushed away from him slightly to get some space for your racing thoughts to calm. You had no time to begin to calm yourself as his soft lips brushed your ear teasingly, his voice nothing but a growl as he whispered to you. 

“Run for me now, pet. Let’s have some fun~”

Your mind ran blank as he nudged you towards the door, your feet carrying you faster out of the room, your panic leading you to the bathroom once more, closing the door with much more force than necessary. The coldness of the tub stole your breath as you laid down again, the reflection of the showerhead letting you see the door open slowly just as every other door had. The image was too distorted for closer objects, a slight blur showing you Seonghwa’s figure walking further into the room but not allowing you further sight on him. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing and your heart to listen to his movements.

Hearing none, just a slight shuffle you were sure you made, you opened your eyes just in time to see his large hand twisting the cold water tap for the shower. You gasped at his hand, his dark eyes peeking around the curtain just as ice cold water poured down onto you from above, your eyes closing as you shrieked at the cold, hands raising to try and block some of the stream. They were soon tugged down though, a new face hovering above yours as you thrashed about in the tub, heart racing as you glanced up.

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part 2

there’s just something about cruel seonghwa that gets me going istg

Bounty

A/N: Hiii im kinda alive and my random thought produced this.

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Warnings: violence, drugs, blood, cursing, depictions of drug deals, mentions of death and bombs.

random thought here

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Aurora. The lifeblood of the underground. Your lifeblood. It wasn’t an ideal job, hell, you wanted to be a bartender. The city went to shit before that. Your father went to shit before that. Psyke rose from the depths and took over the city. Cops scrambled for answers to who was dispensing it all, families mourned overdoses and you lost everything. It wasn’t easy, adjusting to your own dad hyped up on ridiculously strong drugs injected through his spinal cord.

Your heart ached every time you looked at him, an IV drip injected into his back to keep him on his high. Taking it out caused an indescribable rage, his eyes turning bloodshot within seconds, his hands around your neck, your breath leaving your body as he applied pressure. He had tried to kill you each time you had tried to help him. 

His addiction got worse over the years, your hope for him diminishing as you watched his body rot from the inside out. He wasn’t working anymore. He couldn’t even make it to the washroom. You had to go to work, you had to pay the bills and keep everything running. You were doing everything you shouldn’t have been doing for your father and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. To just let him suffer more than he was choosing too. In another reality, you thought things could’ve ended up differently, maybe in another reality you weren’t walking the streets at night, selling Psyke until the cops took down the whole operation with a literal bang. 

They had blown up the labs where SKZ were brewing and creating the Psyke. It all went down, and the city went with it. Unfortunately, all of SKZ was intact. And they were collecting debts. When they found your father in the state he was in, they ransacked your house, looking for any sort of money to pay off his debts. They killed him on the spot after not finding any. It was not exactly what you had wanted to come home to after a long shift at your job, but your father was better off dead. He was barely living as it was. SKZ had threatened you then, your eyes watering at losing your father until they mentioned his debts to them. You had to pay them off. Or you died as well. 

Since that moment, you were a runner for the boys. They gave you aurora, you ran it to a buyer and brought back the money. Slowly over the years, you built up a reputation amongst the underground. You were a perfect runner. One of the best. You always brought back the payment, always delivered the product safely and never let a debt stand. It grew on you slowly. It had become a normal job for you. You enjoyed it even. Maybe not the killing but the running. You got a few doses of aurora for free when you completed extremely high profile runs. Those runs didn’t count for your father's debt, any run you received normal payment for counted. With the amount of runs you did and how far your name spread, it was no wonder the police were always around every corner. They were just waiting, watching, hoping. For you to show up for a run. You knew where they were before you went to drop sites. You knew their schedules inside out and you knew where they had active CCTV cameras scanning the area for you. 

You were wanted. A bounty on your head and aurora in your hands as you roamed the streets, double checking every corner you turned to make sure no schedules had changed. Everything was clear, Chan had given you no news on schedule shifts or extra undercover vehicles, so you did a handoff in the open. The man shaking as he watched you twirl the flask of aurora in your hand, his own extended with money. You grabbed it from him quickly so he couldn’t try and pull you in. All the money accounted for, you held out the flask for the man, your eyes narrowing as he chugged it on the spot, his trembling hands suddenly stopping as his eyes dilated and his veins glowed pink for a brief moment. You nodded in satisfaction, sliding the crinkled money into the pouch in your bag. Walking away from your buyer, you heard your phone dinging nonstop. Chan, you thought. Opening your phone proved your thoughts right, his name in your notifications ten times over telling you about a new dropsite for a new buyer who was verified hours ago. You sighed, new buyers were always sketchy looking and it drew too much attention to you when you showed up and headed in his direction. Sending off an affirmative response, you turned around and made some cuts through some back alleys, the light clinking of the aurora in your bag soothing your nerves slightly. 

The handoff point for the newbie was in the open, a common club, a busy street that would be inconspicuous if two people had a conversation for a few seconds and traded items. You just hoped the newbie was going to cooperate with the rules. Money first, then the drugs. That’s how it went and those who didn’t accept it either got hurt or just didn’t get their fix. Simple as that. At least, it should’ve been simple. But as you approached the hand-off location, the newbie screamed trouble. He clearly had never bought drugs before and it made you wonder.

“So~ Why aurora?”, you asked casually, cocking your hip as the new buyer looked at you in awe and slight fear.

“Heard good things…”, the buyer mumbled as he held out the money for you to take.

You took it slowly, brushing your fingers over his just to watch him shiver nervously, his eyes following the people walking past on the sidewalk until you cleared your throat.

“All good. Have fun, newbie.”, you put the money away and handed him his vials of aurora.

The look in his eye made you laugh as you backed away slowly. The wonder in their eyes was always entertaining. You would be seeing him again, you were sure of it. They always ended up coming back for more. It’s the beauty of it all that gets you hooked. The brighter colours of the world, the enhanced pleasure. That’s what drew people in. Aurora is an aphrodisiac with a slight hallucigen that brightens colours and increases the rate at which your brain can process it all. It was a complex drug, one that was made in extremely large batches and took about two weeks to make in its entirety. Combine that with SKZ, creators of Psyke, producing it? You create a worldwide want for the substance. And with that, a demand for you. It was simple, fun and paid you and your dad’s debt. No complaints from you, even as you ran into the corner of a building as a result of taking the corner too sharply. You grunted in annoyance and continued your walk, your phone pinging a few times. 

You contemplated just letting Chan sit without a response, but you didn’t want a fingernail removed or anything so you pulled your phone from your pocket again and opened your messages. A bunch of frantic “Answer me”’s met your eyes when you stopped to read the messages properly, your fingers hitting the call button before you could fully process all his messages. 

“Y/N! You have to turn around right now and make your way back to the drop-site. There’s an undercover around that corner. They shift swapped faster than usual. When you’re back to the site, wander between the people. Wait three minutes for the patrol to start and make your way back. You’ll be safe then.”

“Got it. Thanks, Channie.”

Receiving no answer, you pulled the phone from your ear, the “call ended” screen glaring back at you. You didn’t expect anything less from him, but it still hurt you a little. The walk back to the drop-site after you pocketed your phone was tense, you felt suspicious checking over your shoulder every now and again. Your eyes scanned the crowd for faces you studied, the countless badge photos shooting through your mind as you tried to place any off duty cops in the area. Finding none, you relaxed slightly, mentally timing yourself before turning around as casually as you could and nearly sprinting back down towards the corner you were at when Chan messaged. 

Slowing your pace to catch your breath some more, you glanced around, a message from Chan pinging through your phone. You glanced at it briefly, seeing a go-ahead to have a vial of aurora for the mix up with no repercussions. An incredulous laugh left you and you reached into your bag, your casual pace slowing just a little more as you grabbed a flask. Swirling the contents and watching it shimmer green and gold under the streetlights, you uncorked it. Leaning your head over the vial, you inhaled slightly, the scents of pear and vanilla tickling your senses until you glanced around the street once more. Deciding the coast was clear, you knocked back the contents, your senses coming alive as you basked in the euphoria. You sighed happily, pocketing the empty vial and strolling along, your eyes wandering aimlessly and worry free about the streets. 

A loud “woop” filled your head, sudden red and blue lights flashing right beside you as you stumbled. Glancing over, your eyes widened at the man stepping out of the car. Your fight or flight response kicked in before you could properly register the detective badge in his large hands. 

“Fuck.”, you whimpered as you stumbled away from the car, turning on your heel to book it in the direction you were going.

You took a highly illegal drug in front of a cop. A detective. As a wanted person. With a bounty on her head. You cursed your luck, your feet aching already as you ran through the streets, heavy footfalls behind you as he shouted at you to stop where you were. There was no doubt he didn’t recognize or know you from wanted posters and alerts that went through the stations across the country. He knew who you were, and now he was after you. 

Your heart beat fast in your chest, your breaths frantic as you took sharp turns into alleyways, the vials in your bag clinking harshly and sending fresh jolts of panic through your system. If you broke the product, you would never hear the end of it and you would have to pay for the damaged goods from your own pocket. As you ran faster, you noticed a lock box for super discreet drop-offs. They were locked after each insert. If you could get the aurora to the box and lock it, the cop on your tail wouldn’t be able to break the lock. Bulletproof locks were a wonderful invention. Glancing over your shoulder to gauge his speed, you gasped as you realized he was less than two meters from you at all times. He was fast. Almost faster than you. Leaving the aurora in the box would take too much time, he would have you and the drugs in no time. You sighed roughly and took your bag from your back, your legs aching and hips cramping slightly as you ran. You had to drop the bag off to the side of the drop box and tell Chan as soon as you could where it was. 

Taking a sharp turn and then another in the opposite direction, you left the bag as gently as you could beside the lock box. Hearing his footsteps slow, you turned to look, slowly coming to a stop yourself as you panted harshly, the cold night air burning your now dry throat as you tried to anticipate his next move. He glanced between you and the box a few times, a smirk growing on his face as he cracked his knuckles. He knew what you had tried to do, the ultimatum before him almost stalling him in wonder at your quick thinking before he was sprinting at you. His large frame barrelling towards you startled you into action, a sharp gasp leaving you as you tripped over your own feet momentarily before you caught yourself, sending your body flying in the opposite way once more. His footsteps felt closer than before, your heart racing in your ears and pounding against your chest as you struggled to keep your fast pace. His breaths felt like your own, the loud beating of your heart doing nothing to hide his angry grunts as he grazed the back of your jacket with his fingers. 

Your breathing stuttered, hands growing sweaty as you pushed yourself to move faster. You had to go faster. There was no other option for you. Being caught certainly meant death or worse, so you had to run. Only run. Your hands gently brushed the rough cement walls as you passed, your turns getting shakier as the noises of the busy street got quieter, your breaths bouncing around the alleys in time with your footsteps. One turn too sharp and you slammed into a wall, your cheek stinging as you pushed yourself from it, hands trembling against it until they met air once more. Your hair was a mess, lips dry and body aching. But you couldn’t let yourself stop. Glancing over your shoulder to check the detective's progress granted you a clear look at his angry expression. His jaw set and eyebrows furrowed as he sprinted after you, one pretty hand extending for your jacket hood as your peek slowed your steps. The realization had you whimpering, body moving faster as you turned away from your pursuer. The noises of the street completely vanished now, you took a proper look at your surroundings and cursed loudly, the detective laughing loudly as you examined the dead end you had backed yourself into with your lost focus. The brick walls surrounding you left no exit, the one straight ahead of you approaching faster as you sprinted towards it. Cursing the man behind you, you stopped running. 

Your momentum carried you further, shoes skidding and sending you to the ground as you slid into the wall. Your left side collided with the cold surface roughly, arm and hips no doubt bruising at the collision as you cried out in pain, the slow methodical footsteps of the detective reaching your ears as you struggled to your feet. A hand wrapping itself in the collar of your jacket halted your motions, the detective yanking you to your feet with a small breath of effort. Your back met the wall, head slamming against it as you groaned and avoided eye contact for a few moments. Taking the time to observe your captor further, you noticed his badge. He wasn’t any detective, he was Choi Jongho and he was the best of the best. The detective no criminal wanted on their tail for any reason. And he had been on yours. Chan had warned you about him, his feats and his role in the Psyke takedown. It was all him. You had foolishly thought you were safe, your successful runs and lack of encounters with the cops lulling you into a false sense of security. He broke you from your musings, his hand now holding the badge in front of your face, a slight smirk on his stupidly handsome face as he jerked you towards him. 

“Detective Choi Jongho. Pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n.”

You huffed at him, struggling in his hold while he watched you with barely a hint of emotion on his face. His eyes traced your form as you struggled, your dirtied clothes clearly bringing him no interest as he shifted his attention to your face once more. Badge dropped back to his sturdy frame, his hand lifted to brush against your cheek lightly, a shiver running down your spine at his touch. Pulling his hand from your person told you he was rightfully curious in the area, the blood coating his finger raising your own hand to the area. You winced lightly at the force behind your touch, eyebrows furrowing at the barely concealed eagerness in Jongho’s eyes. His eyes held yours as you pulled away from the wound, his warm hand circling your wrist to tug it to his plush lips. Watching him in confusion, your eyes left his and focused on his lips, his tongue peaking out to drag a slick line up the pad of your finger, the skin tingling at the sensation as he groaned lightly at the taste of your blood. 

“You taste as delicious as you look, Y/N.”

You shivered against the wall, your injuries suddenly feeling much worse than they had. The ache became unbearable, centering in your torso. It confused you as you watched him lick his lips, your hand dropping to your side, your eyes following soon after as the aurora you took kicked in fully. Your hands trembled as you raised them to your stomach, a bright red filling your sight with Jongho’s hand. It slipped your mind that you should be concerned about the red neither you or Jongho was wearing, but the sudden drop of the effects of the drug hit you harder than you ever thought. The pain increased ten fold, a cry leaving you as you felt all of your pain at once. Jongho laughed at the pitiful noise you made, his eyes trailing your trembling body again as you fell forward into his chest. His hand wrapped around your shoulder, pushing you back against the wall as you grunted at the impact, another sharp pain in your torso bringing your eyes back down. The knife held in Jongho’s hand, dripping in your blood, your shirt soaking through. You watched his pretty hand lift the knife, the taunting twist in your shared eyeline making you whimper before his tongue dragged across the blunt edge of his blade. 

“The bounty on your head won’t be as sweet as the taste of your blood… but fuck if it isn’t a close second.”, his voice was rough in your ears, pain shooting through your head as he spun you around.

Facing the wall, body aching, Jongho tugs your arms behind your back roughly. Your whimpers and whines of pain fell deaf on his ears, his smug grin frozen in your mind as you felt the cold metal latch around your wrists. As you slowly lost consciousness, you could only hope that the bounty punishment was much better than Jongho’s company.

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im not very happy with this ending but this is my first work after like... 4 months now so i can forgive it. i hope you enjoyed! (also didn’t turn into smut but it’s not my strong suit!)

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