The Wattpad: When Fiction Meets Reality
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"You used to write those fanfiction about us in that Wattpad app why don't we fulfill those words into reality" they chuckled darkly
Y/N thought she was just another Wattpad writer, spinning dark and twisted fantasies about the world's biggest idols. But when BTS themselves became her most devoted readers, admiration turned into obsession. They weren't satisfied with just reading anymore. They wanted to live her stories-with her as the main character.
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"This... this isn't real," she whispered, chained to the vert fantasy she had created.
"But it is," one of them smiled. "And you should know... we hate unfinished stories."
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"You... you're insane!" she screamed, struggling against the silk ropes.
"Insane?" A voice chuckled in the dimly lit room. "But you loved writing this. Every scenario, every punishment... It's all yours, sweetheart."
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Her pulse pounded as the door creaked open, revealing the faces she once admired from afar. Their smiles were the same, but their eyes burned with something darker-something unhinged.
"You love writing about this, don't you?" One of them crouched in front of her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Being trapped. Being controlled. Being ours."
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The lines between fiction and reality shattered as Y/N became the protagonist of her own twisted stories.
Every moment, every touch, every action-they're all pulled straight from the pages she wrote. But the more they push, the more Y/N wonders: Can she survive this madness? Or will she become a prisoner of the dark world she created?
Her only escape is to rewrite the ending-but in a story this twisted, can anyone truly be free?
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