BIGBANG IMAGINES

JUMP SCARE

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It’d been too long since you and the boys did something like this together, you thought to yourself, taking your change from the counter.

“You’re too kind, Y/N,” Jiyong teased behind you, tossing a piece of popcorn into the air and successfully catching it with his mouth.

“That’s for me, Jiyong! I just told you to hold it,” you said in (half-joking) annoyance, rightfully claiming back the popcorn you’d paid for.

As soon as you’d found a time where everyone’s schedule’s were free at the same time, you made sure to arrange something for the six of you; you hardly ever got to spend time with them nowadays. It wasn’t like the old days.

“Screen 4, row H,” Daesung proclaimed to the rest of the group, brandishing the tickets in the air as if directing a tourist group around a foreign country.

You made your way into the almost pitch-black room, following behind one another like lost children. The only light radiated from the intense flashing of the screen at the front.

“I wanna sit next to Y/N!” Jiyong hissed loudly, causing multiple heads to turn and mutter in annoyance. The excitement in his tone made him seem like a 10-year-old boy desperate to sit with his best friend. With minimal thought, Jiyong made his way over to you quickly, pushing past his fellow bandmates.

“Take it easy, will you?!” yelled a frustrated Choi Seunghyun, taking a seat next to Jiyong and Seungri.

Following Youngbae, who slid into the seat next to Seungri, Daesung took the last seat beside him without a word.

Before anyone could take the opportunity to start a conversation or two, the final trailer drew to a close and the screen was illuminated in preparation for the movie to start.

“People have said this movie is REALLY scary, you know,” Jiyong whispered too loudly.

Your ears picked up on this, and you took a subconscious sharp intake of breath. “Is that true?”

Jiyong leaned closer to you, as if about to tell you a secret he could tell no one else. “Yep. Apparently this one guy actually fainted near the end ‘cause he was so terrified.”

Although you didn’t want to admit it to yourself, especially seeing as Jiyong was more than likely to be making it up, you were getting a little scared.

The movie began, and you seemed to be on subconscious tenterhooks the entire time. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d held your breath for quite so long, and a lot of the movie was spent with your eyes shut.

The floorboards beneath the adventurous protagonist creaked, and your heart thudded in your chest; you couldn’t take the tension any longer. Instinctively, you reached over and grabbed Jiyong’s sweatshirt for support.

The material felt comforting between your fingertips, and it wasn’t long before you could feel Jiyong pull your hand away. You looked at him. “Oh, sorry,” you whispered, voice trembling.

Without a word, he kept a hold of your hand and interlaced his fingers with your own. His hand was warm… and you felt safe. It was incredible what mere physical contact could do to the human body, including relieving it of stress.

But this didn’t feel like mere physical contact, you thought to yourself, your heart beating even faster now. But your heart wasn’t beating because of the fear, but because of the strange fuzzy feeling you were beginning to feel in your lower stomach.

After the serial killer had hacked away at three of the main characters, the movie relapsed into a state of very slow suspense building and repetitive door creaks.

Jiyong took this opportunity to make things a little more exciting, and slipped his fingers out of yours. His hand travelled onto your lap and down until his fingers began drawing small shapes against your thigh.

A harsh shiver ran down your spine and your lips trembled slightly. You considered slapping his hand away and scolding him, but something about Jiyong’s hot yet gently touch made you want it to continue.

Jiyong picked up on this, smirked, and let his fingers wander around the waistband of your skinny jeans. He teased you for a while, toying with the buttons, until he found the right time to slip his fingers into your jeans and locate your already damp panties.

The moment his fingers made contact with your underwear, you couldn’t help but let out a loud cry that caused people to mutter.

“Huh?” Seungri and Seunghyun hissed simultaneously, jerking their heads round to see what was going on.

“It’s nothing,” Jiyong whispered. “She’s just a little scared.”

Fortunately, it seemed to be too dark to see anything, and you sighed shyly, highly embarrassed. The other members returned their attention to the movie screen.

You attempted to follow their lead, although, admittedly, you hadn’t been paying attention to anything that had been happening in the movie since Jiyong’s hand  had been in yours.

Jiyong’s fingers returned to work as he coughed briefly, rubbing your moist core through your panties, harder and faster each time. He seemed to be especially experienced in this kind of thing, because you were breathing heavily and almost reaching the point of orgasm in your seat.

Jiyong even grunted quietly as he stimulated you, breathing in sync with his movements, and the friction and heat and pleasure built up until… you could feel it approaching. Climax. You screamed Jiyong’s name as you felt yourself release.

A large jumpscare ended the movie, and the whole audience yelled out in shock. Your scream blended in with the general mood of the audience.

The lights came on again, and the Big Bang members laughed and shivered in excitement of how scared they had been.

“Did you scream Jiyong’s name at the end, Y/N?” Taeyang asked.

“Huh? Oh!” you laughed nervously, still trying to catch your breath from the intensity of the previous events.

Jiyong, however, appeared unphased. “Yeah, I was making sure she didn’t get too scared,” he explained smoothly.

Taeyang began to smile, but then noticed your jeans. “Wait, Y/N, did you…?”

You glanced down at your jeans, which were stained with your own bodily juices, and your blood ran cold as you desperately attempted to find the words to explain.

“Y/N, I knew you were scared, but I didn’t think you’d wet yourself!” Taeyang cried, falling about with laughter.

You laughed with him nervously, and ran to the bathroom. You looked up at yourself in the mirror and sighed. How were you going to face Jiyong and the other members after that?