𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊
/ˌmarɪəˈnɛt/
(n.) a person or an organization that is controlled
and manipulated by somebody else
A Park Jimin x reader Fanfic
Horror/ Fantasy AU
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Had he not pulled you away from
home in the name of escape, you wouldn't be...
The pounding seemed urgent with its repetitive rhythms far from stopping. She should've found it to be suspicious there and then but instead, she mindlessly moved towards the sound. Opened the door with out any hesitation.
No one? As it would seem. Couldn't those kids find a better day to play this prank?
The absence of knocks should've bothered her there and then, but instead her eyes traced to the filled to the top trash bin near the door. Haechul held her nose, slightly annoyed by the smell and decided to empty it.
It was when she had just kept a foot outside the doorstep, one of the bushes nearby ruffled. Must be the wind.
She could only wish that were the case when she was hit with a sudden jerk of—well she didn't know what since Haechul was quite busy trying her best to breathe when a pair of hands had strangled her and attacked the back of her neck. Their nails etched into her skin, drawing blood.
Her weakening senses tried best to stay conscious as she was struggling to think of ways to survive.
And just like that, she could breathe again. Her breathing rapidly erupted, heaving a large amount of oxygen. The owner of those hands suddenly let go.
Only to replace them with a cold surface of metal and graze it's sharpened surface along the bloody red marks the fingers left behind.
"Who are you?" She swore she could feel her throat closing up as she harshly gulped, a sickening feeling bobbling up into her mouth.
Just the mere thought of the edge of the knife slitting across her bare skin brought an awfully salty moisture near her eyes' crevices. Had it been an hopefully familiar voice that uttered the next words, she'd be at least relieved. Unfortunately—
"Someone who needs your help" the unknown intoned. Unlike his actions, his voice was angelic and soft. "A-are you going to kill me if I don't help you?"
"No but they might". It was as if he was amused, as if he was having fun keeping her at an knife's end. Although it was also horrible, the way he spoke.
Haechul's panic proved to be in a vain. She was the one who needed help
Her voice wavered again, suffocating from the torture he so gladly provided. "You're going to kill me right?"
"Are you deaf? I need help. I can't get help from a dead body of a fourteen year old" he hissed.
"I'm not fourteen" "Well you look like you are. Honestly, don't care. Take me inside" "But you-" she wanted to continue.
He stopped her, to take deep breaths calming himself to lower his voice down a pitch with a low grunt, clearly hinting at how much annoyed he was. His hands automatically took a hold of her flimsy deep brown hair and pulled on the locks. She obliged to his commands without any delay before he could actually slit her open, "I-I'll take you inside"
His foot synchronised with hers as both advanced towards the door. There was still a lingering taste of nausea spreading in her mouth. "I think I'm about to throw up" "Oh -shut up"
The knob slightly turned to the right, "Hurry up" "Will you let me live if I let you rob me?"
"I'm not here to rob you for fuck's sake. Just open the goddamn door" his voice tinkled a freaky sensation in her ears, like he was trying to bewitch the latter under his spells with an hypnotizing anger in his suppressed words.
She was taking a ridiculous amount of time on overthinking and he grew tired of it, so like any other normal being was fed up to by what felt like hours to open the entrance for his hideout tonight, so naturally—he took the control.
His hands advanced to grasp hers harshly which were already placed on the handle and swing it in a violent way, something that she would recognize as super human strength. "Ouch".
"What the FUCK...WHY IS THE HANDLE BROKEN" she screeched.
One minute her fingers were twisting the handle and the next, the handle was in her hand which was more shockingly in his.
"Took you long enough. C'mon now, inside we go"
"If you hadn't put that knife on my neck I would have snapped your bloody arm in half" she said, brave enough to whisper underneath her breath,
"Well I have it there for a reason"
"So YOU'RE-" "SHUT UP" he gritted and shoved her inside with little efforts from his side, making her tumble further into the living room. "FUCK YOU TOO—" his knife yeilding hand moved forward and a slight tinge of pain appeared at the pressure point he held it on to remind her of the weapon pointed at her neck
"—ow ow ow, okay jeez." She could assure herself that her big mouth would probably be the girl's downfall.
She led him to the very centre of her crummy house, "What now?". "G-get me some water and first aid kit" "You're not-" He grunted to indicate that he was still fit enough to stab you to death there and then, "Okay" , her lips were caught in between her teeth
He let go of his firm grasp on her shoulders and she heard sounds of him collapsing down on the velvetry sofa.
"And if you try any smartness with me, I'll make sure you regret it".
She turned at his words, finally able to look at her alleged attacker for the first time, who at the moment laid freely on the cushions, his head extended to rest effortlessly on the headrest.
His lower half of the face was covered with a faded out lavender beige cloth, tied around up above his ears, restricting you to read his expression. His eyebrows were scrunched upward in pain along with his tightly shut eyes, wrinkled at the corners, although they were hidden by some strands of platinum-ish blue dyed hair as you made them out to be, falling on them. His discomfort was clearly visible.
And then she noticed something. His arms collected around his left side of stomach under the lower ribs, as if they were putting pressure on it..
Blood. He had an obvious wound, and suddenly things seemed a lot easier. Her heavy eyes roamed all around his body to take note of every injury and scratch that bled, she hadn't noticed before. So, he's weak?
He loftly opened his eyes catching her off guard as he suddenly made his hazel irises connect with her amber ones. And in panic her frail figure looked away, casually staring at nothing in particular around the corner of the house, fiddling with wavering hands.
"You know you really piss me off." He uttered, his tone indicated slight disgust
His challenging eyes made her stiffly turn her back and walk away, making sure he was in no way near her field of vision
She swallowed nervously to bring some moisture to her dried out throat.
Haechul moved towards the kitchen in full confidence, not even a little hint of the overwhelming fear that just happened to be cooking inside her visible to the naked eye. What would happen if this dude had a change of mind and poked holes in her body with that knife?
