Prompt Game (BTS)

Jungkook+🪄🥸

(fantasy+yandere)

part of the pairing: creature of the dark!Jungkook x female reader

genre: fantasy!AU, yandere, angst

warnings: nightmares, embracing the darkness

word count: 995

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For weeks on end, your nights had been plagued by a series of harrowing nightmares, each one a new torment, yet all strangely connected by the unseen force that pulled you toward an unknown fate. Every time, you would wake up just before you could recognise who—or what—was behind the relentless grip that seized you.

In one dream, you stood at the precipice of a vast, black abyss. The ground beneath you trembled with an otherworldly vibration, and before you could react, an invisible force grabbed you securely. Your feet slid against the loose gravel as you were dragged relentlessly toward the void. No matter how much you struggled, the pull grew stronger, a cold, merciless grip tightening around your body. The darkness of the abyss yawned wider, and as you teetered on the brink, you felt the suffocating weight of unseen hands wrapping around your chest, pulling you into an endless, consuming darkness. You always woke up just as you were about to be swallowed whole.

Another night, you found yourself in a dense forest, the air thick with fog and an eerie silence. Suddenly, a whispering wind began to swirl around you, carrying an indistinct voice that spoke your name. The force of the wind grew, lifting you off your feet, and you were pulled backwards, away from the path. You clawed at the air, your fingers grasping at invisible threads, but it was futile. The force was relentless, dragging you through the underbrush, over gnarled roots and sharp stones. You could feel your strength waning as the whispers grew louder, more insistent, until they were all you could hear, and you were drawn inexorably into the heart of the forest where the shadows deepened and hope vanished. You awoke with the echoes of those whispers still in your ears.

Another recurring dream took place in a grand, empty hall lined with mirrors, each reflecting a different version of yourself. As you walked, the air grew thick and heavy, and an invisible force again began pulling you toward one mirror in particular in which a dark figure was reflected. Your feet scraped against the cold marble floor as you tried to resist, but the force was too strong. You reached out to grasp the edge of a nearby pedestal, but your fingers slipped, and you were pulled faster. The mirror loomed closer, its surface rippling like water. The reflection's eyes locked onto yours with a look of pure anger. As you were drawn into the glass, the reflection's hand reached out to pull you in, and you felt yourself nearly being swallowed whole by the mirror's cold, unyielding embrace. You always woke up just before crossing the threshold.

The worst dream of all placed you on the deck of a ship in the midst of a furious storm, waves crashing around you and lightning splitting the sky. Suddenly, the wind shifted, and a powerful force seized you. It wasn't the storm; it was something more primal, more insidious. You felt yourself being pulled toward the churning sea, your feet slipping on the slick wooden planks. You grabbed the railing, your knuckles white with strain, but the invisible force yanked you harder. Your grip failed, and you were dragged across the deck, the roar of the wind and waves deafening. As you were pulled overboard, the cold, dark water rose to meet you, and you felt the force tightening around your legs, pulling you down into the depths where no light could reach. Again, you would wake with a start, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat.

The nightmares continued their relentless assault, each one a new, twisted variation of the same theme. One night, you found yourself in a decrepit, abandoned mansion. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the walls seemed to pulse with a dark energy. As you wandered through the dimly lit corridors, an invisible force began to pull at you once more. This time, however, there was no resistance left in you. You were exhausted, drained by the constant struggle, and a strange acceptance began to seep into your thoughts. Perhaps it was time to give in, to embrace the darkness that had been a constant presence in your dreams.

The pull grew stronger, drawing you deeper into the mansion's labyrinthine halls. The shadows around you seemed to whisper, their voices a sinister lullaby. As you moved forward, you felt a transformation within you, a merging with the darkness that was both terrifying and exhilarating. It felt as though the force pulling you in and you were becoming one, its malevolent essence infusing your very being.

At the end of a long, narrow hallway, you came face to face with a figure standing in the shadows. As he stepped into the dim light, you recognised him instantly—Jungkook, his dark hair falling around his face, his eyes hollow and filled with an eerie, almost hypnotic emptiness. His lips curled into a wicked smile that sent a thrill through your heart, making it flip with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

"I've been yearning for this moment for so long," he said, his voice a soft, seductive whisper that seemed to echo in the cavernous hall.

A strange, wicked smile spread across your own lips as you took a step forward, the darkness inside you rising to meet his. Without hesitation, you embraced him, feeling the coldness of his body against yours. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, the force of it sending waves of dark energy through you. It was a kiss that bound you together, sealing your fate in the depths of the nightmare.

As you held him close, the last remnants of your resistance melted away. In that moment, you fully embraced the darkness, accepting it as a part of yourself. Together, you stood in the heart of the nightmare, your connection a powerful and terrifying union of shadow and desire.