"Jimin, Jungkook, Come take a look at little lady Yong, she's exquisite."
"Save her for me."
------
Highest ranks:
#19 in 'taehyungxreader'
#1 in 'thepurge'
it's cringey. this book IS NOT romantic.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Cigarettes In tiny liquor bottles Just what you'd expect Inside her new Balenziaga."
🌸🌸🌸 Y/N's POV
That's the last straw. No one hurts Wendy. I feel my nails growing longer, my horns emerging, teeth sharpening and eyes darkened. I grab him by his throat, nails digging into his skin.
"Ahh." He moans out, seemingly in pleasure. "Y/N STOP IT I'M FINE." I hear Wendy scream. "Still sexy" he breathes out, blood filling his mouth. He coughs, splattering the red liquid all over my face, snapping me back to reality.
"What...?" I mutter, flabbergasted. I cup his face apologising continuously. I felt guilty. I'm not a beast yano. My mind went blank as I saw him stop breathing. Ugh.
I hear a sound from the distance. Clapping? Wendy an I look over to the source. Is that...Taehyung? The fuck? "Ugh. Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Wendy asks. "Yeah and why are you always fuckin clapping? Bloody hell." I add on.
"That over there is Yugyeom." He says ignoring us. "Who is- well was, obsessed with Wendy." He says. "I do not condone that kind of behaviour, without command of course" he snickers. "He was merely a pawn in this game of chess. A scapegoat." He walks over to us. "I however" he points at himself "am the real deal" he points out.
"In that case.." I mutter before jumping him and pulling him to the ground, straddling him, my hands by his head. "And you call me the kinky one." He says, somehow managing to flip us over.
"Don't test me, princess." He takes the cigarette out of his mouth and presses it to my skin. But to no avail. Burn marks appear on my skin. The slight smell of burning flesh invaded my nostrils.
He gets up dragging me by my h/l hair and Wendy by her ears. "They think I'm going soft for y'all. I'll show them soft." I says, dragging us up the stairs.
We stepped on corpses. They squelched. They squelched as we stepped on them, ridding them of any life they could have had residing in them. This was too much asmr. Even for me.
With all the strength he could muster, he threw the both of us into a room. Rainbow coloured? I knew he was gay. "What's with all the colours?" Wendy enquires, arm wrapped tightly around my figure.
Taehyung walks out of the room to a room with what seems to be a controller room. Two other boys stood next to him. One wore a red shirt- scratch that. A white shirt soaked in so much blood, it changed colour and denim jeans. "Timberlands." I whisper.
He was a whole meal. "I'd let him fuck me in the ass any day." I say a bit too loudly earning a look from the other guy. He was short but his appearance made up for it. Sharp jawline, big doe-eyes and pink, kissab- plump lips.
I avert my attention towards Taehyung.
All those buttons but Taehyung picks up a small, baby blue remote instead. Confused, he presses of one of the buttons and instantly, 'Timberlands' lunges forwards and groans, gripping the table as he covered his front and back parts.
He hastily snatches the remote away from Taehyung and switches it off. "I'll keep that." He says in relief. Taehyung clears his throat, realising the remotes true purposes. Each of them compose theirselves and the aura turns dark again.
"Now the real fun begins." Taehyung says.
—————— No one's POV
And in an instant Wendy and Y/N were pulled away from each other. Backs aching as they landed on the ground harshly.
"And now for your welcome gift." Taehyung giggles at his own joke. 'Lame..' Y/N thought.
"You guys know what skittles are?" He asks rhetorically and getting their hopes up.
Stupid.
"Course you do." He rubs his nose, sniffing the air instinctively. "You know their catchphrase right? Well then..."
"TASTE THE MOTHERFUCKING RAINBOW WHORES." He says pulling a lever. Nothing happened at first. But one thing led to another. One arm, One leg. An orange arm, a green leg. 9 and-
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Wendy screams as a whole bunch of dyed body parts started to fall down from the opening in the ceiling.
Blue arm and Yellow foot. 17 and F.
"YOU CRAZY FUCK." Y/n is the next to be surprised. She tries to get them off of her body. She picks up a red head, who was actually a red head, and throws it at where Taehyung was. A number on the forehead: 1. Instead, it hit the glass barrier in front of him.
Purple eyeball. Smudged writing.
He chuckles seeing the head fall onto the ground. "Ah, Ms. Stone, I wondered where she went." Timberlands says before laughing.
"How can Jungkook be joking at a time like this? He's changed." Wendy says in tears. Jungkook? A ringing appears in my head. Ouch. But that name? Jungkook. Jungkook...
OH FUCK IT'S JUNGKOOK-
*splash*
———————————————————————— A/N: Sorry for the shitty past two chapters. They were fillers. Anyways could Y'all give me any constructive criticism or feedback? Any pointers? Please comment.
