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happy death day II
A/N: Purge night.
-SKZ x reader, 18+.
mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. reader gets hurt and will continue to get hurt. descriptions of violence and injury.
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previously on happy death day:
You lost track of time, the last few verses cutting through the air as you turned off the shower slowly, towel wrapping around your body as you shivered in the rapidly cooling air. Your hands almost vibrated as you dressed quickly, your hands pausing as the song finished itself off a little too slowly for the moment.
“I'm so sick of the fakes, I'm so sick of the fakes,”
You mouthed the words, hands straightening the hem of the hoodie once you pulled it on properly, your eyes scanning your reflection with a certain distaste as you brushed your hair.
Vroom. Vroom. Vroom.
You rolled your eyes at the revving, placing your hairbrush back down on the counter and flicking off the light with a sigh.
Crash.
“Run, run for your life, run, run for your life.”
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The song ended too abruptly for your liking, the silence ringing through your head as you pause your music, muffled voices from your tv reaching your ears along with heavy footsteps that widened your eyes. Your mind raced back to that fateful purge night with your parents, your hands trembling in full as you quietly left the bathroom and peeked through your bedroom door, two of the people making their way up the stairs, pistols in hand as they slammed open doors.
You shut your bedroom door with a panicked breath, slowly turning the small lock to give yourself a false sense of security despite hearing the loud bangs of the other doors and knowing it wouldn’t hold even if you wanted it too. Your eyes scanned your room, under the bed was too obvious, the closet was as well, you had no chance of fitting under your dresser and so you were left with the bathroom. Sneaking back into the foggy room, you looked around in fear.
If you were found, there was no way anything good was going to happen. That you knew for certain. Your shower was way too obvious but the curtain provided enough of a hide for you to grab your blow dryer and hide with it as a weapon. Your small closet of towels called your name as well so you opened it to see if you could fit, panic taking over your body as you realized you couldn’t fit. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you sighed before glancing down and realizing you've hid under the sink before. You could fucking fit. Swinging open the doors as quickly and quietly as you could, you gathered everything, using the banging of the door to your office to deposit everything into the shower.
Your hands trembled still as you slid into the empty space, taking a deep breath before you slid under the pipe and situated yourself as comfortably as you could. Closing the doors as your bedroom door was slammed open, heavy footsteps following immediately as you covered your mouth. Thankful you left the washroom door open, you watched the faint shadow of someone take slow steps towards the shower, your body flinching at the drag of the curtain rings on the metal bar. The footsteps of the second person followed, steps just as heavy as you heard the hinges of the linen closet squeak at the force it was opened with. You heard a confused grunt from one of them, your pride rising in volume until you cheered yourself a little too much and smacked your head on the pipe. Hard.
“Ow.”, you whimpered, hands flying to cover your hurting head and mouth as the footsteps leaving the room paused.
A menacing chuckle followed the short silence, hairs standing on end as one of them whistled what sounded like a nursery rhyme. The creepy tune of it made you cower further into the cupboard before the doors swung open and a gloved hand reached in for you, fingers grasping a handful of your still wet hair and dragging you from your confined space. You grunted and fought against the hold, your eyes scanning them both, the shock of blue hair making you whine as you realized they had probably followed you from work. The one holding you scoffed, a sharp kicking sending pain down your leg as it hit your thigh. Wincing and biting your cheek to stop another noise of pain leaving you, you struggled harder in his hold.
“Will you fucking stop moving?”, he grunted, hand tightening in your hair to pull you kicking and nearly screaming from the washroom.
Your eyes trained on the blue haired boy, eyes pleading with him to help you out some, your silent wishes coming true as he made a hand motion to his comrade, the grip loosening just slightly. Your eyes watered as he dragged you into the hall, his voice echoing through the stairs and over the murmur of the tv still playing.
“We’ve got her! It’s go time!”
Affirmative shouts were sent back, footsteps appearing and some fading, all going in the same direction. The kitchen. The noise of the tv cut out moments later, a figure sauntering past the bottom of the stairs you now stood above, hands gripped behind your back and hair still held in a painful grasp. The eye contact was brief, his dark eyes lighting up with something you could only guess was excitement before he was out of sight and you were being shoved down the stairs. Your head hit a few steps, your knees aching and arms already sore as you rolled into a wall with a loud thump. You whined pitifully, hands coming to cradle your head before you pulled them away just as quick, the dull shine of blood on your hands making your eyes water for a different reason.
Shaking it off the best you could, you weakly pushed yourself away from the wall, each movement painful and sending sharp pains to your head. A mocking laugh reached you from halfway down the stairs, your eyes finally focusing as the two who found you stepped down the stairs like a princess at a ball.
“Awe, did you hit your head? Don’t worry. We’ll fix it right up! You won’t even notice it when we break some bones~”, his tone was nothing but sincere, a throat clearing sending you into action.
Your legs shakily pushed you up from the floor, hands trailing blood on the walls as you sprinted towards the hole in your house, the black truck still parked in the now open space. Using it to your advantage, you slid past the truck and the broken wall, a sort of distant voice freezing you.
“Han, Jeongin. Get her back here. Now.”, the voice was lilted with an accent, tone contrasting in boredom as two sets of footsteps barrelled towards you at a nearly inhumane speed.
It sent you back into motion, screams and gunshots from outside pushing you faster as you booked it down your driveway. Approaching the sidewalk with a sharp left turn, you celebrated your escape before a body knocked into yours, sending you forward onto your already bruising knees as your hands automatically tucked in to save your head from more injuries.
The harsh breaths in your ear and the weight on your drained body was the worst reminder that you had failed. It got even worse as you were pulled to your feet again, your two chasers each holding an arm and nearly carrying you back into your house. A disappointed gaze met yours briefly before his black hair fell enough over his eyes to obscure the nagging feeling in your head that you had seen that exact gaze before, and not just at work.
“You shouldn't have done that. We were going to be nicer considering your past, but here you are doing exactly what you had tried three purges ago.”, the leader of your assailants pulled his mask from his face, his jaw clenched as he watched you take in his words.
You shuddered through your breaths, arms trembling in the holds of the other two, your brain blanking on what he was insinuating. Two of them laughed loudly, realizing you had no idea what their leader had meant. Gazes snapped their way, the two nearly leaning on each other from the force behind their mirth. It slowly clicked in each of their heads as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes swapping between all of theirs in an attempt to click it together like they had a little over a year ago during the last purge. For them, it was seeing you sprinting from your home in a panic as you realized you were late for work because your bedside alarm was an hour behind suddenly.
It became clearer to them as they continued to follow you, plotting their purge like they had done that fateful purge night that took your parents’ lives in a mere two hours. They had been watching your every move, making note of who you were friends with and sending one of the biggest purge names, ATEEZ, after them one by one until you would be entirely alone after tonight. It was ambitious, but so were they and they had nothing to lose. Except you. And that would not happen. Not unless it was by their hands. Which is exactly where you were. In their hands after so much time not being able to approach you, sweep you off your feet and make love to you in so many ways that nothing else compared to the feeling they gave you when you were filled to the brim with their cocks.
Your eyes remained clueless, slightly hazy as you scanned their eyes for any indication. Finding none, you gave up. The panic filled you again as you realized just how fucked you were right now. Two strong holds on your arms, legs weak, six other clearly strong men standing less than a foot to a foot away from you. There was no escape. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t try.
Arms tugging roughly, you thrashed in their hold, a third shorter member of their group rounding your body to wrap you in one of the strongest back hugs you had ever felt. Unfortunately it wasn’t a back hug, and they were far from done stamping out your struggles, your mouth opening to scream as loud as you could to, hopefully, disarm them slightly. You didn’t get far in your plan, a large palm striking your cheek, your head flying to the right to meet the hardened stare of the shorter one holding you.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Crack.
You gasped in pain, your legs buckling as pain shot through them. Your cheeks ached, the sting of the slaps from the one who threw you down the stairs fading too slowly in response to the new pain. Looking down in a split second, a sob tore through your chest, the bone in your shin pressing against your skin, protruding the area as blood slowly trickled from a pierced spot. The full amount of the pain registered after your second sob, your fists clenching as you were set on the floor. You gasped for breath, shaking hands cradling the spot as lightly as possible, eyes wide and dropping tears down your reddened cheeks as they stood around you and watched. One of them sighed, a brief hand motion escaping your notice before you were lifted into someone's arms, the motion too much and too fast for your broken leg, pained cries leaving you at double the speed.
“Oh shut her up already!”
“Will you shut up already?!”
“Both of you shut up!”
“I didn’t start it! Minho is being a bitch!”
“And Sungie is being annoying!”
You groaned in annoyance at their bickering, your eyes closing as your ass met the hard surface of your dining table chair, hands being drug behind you and tied in what felt like an overly complicated series of knots. Your leg ached as it was lightly tied to the leg of the chair, your other leg tied tighter and to the leg of another chair which the blue haired boy sat in with a huff, pulling off his mask in obvious annoyance as you watched him with a raised eyebrow, your struggles forgotten and pain overwhelming your rational thoughts.
“Pretty…”, you muttered, eyes still overflowing with tears from other sources of pain.
The boy's freckles caught your attention, his delicate nose accentuating them in the best way you could think of as his blue hair dropped over his forehead in a classic 90’s romance heartthrob style. He huffed once more, toned arms crossing his now exposed chest, leather jacket long gone and probably in the truck as he watched you admire him.
“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer, y’know?”, his deep voice came as a shock, the sound startling you into tugging your injured leg away from the chair in a literal knee jerk reaction.
You whined at the pain, gasping for breath as the pain shot through you again. It fizzled out in your head, eyes going unfocused as you watched his eyes trace your features.
“You’re quite beautiful. I know you don’t know that, but you should. You’re stunning.”
“Yah! Felix stop flirting with our purgee!”
The boy in question groaned loudly, a small hand raising to flip off the back hugger.
“Both of you stop arguing! All of you stop! This is about her, not us!”, their leader's voice cut through the arguments you realized were happening in the background of your not-so-silent Felix appreciation.
A chorus of sorries filled the room, tones of dejected boys dragging through your ears as you watched them pull chairs around you in a half circle. Their eyes watched you, unmoving gazes dark and some curious as you breathed heavily through the now aching pains shooting through your body consistently.
“Now, Y/N-”
“How the fuck do you know my name?”
Slap.
You grunt, eyes narrowing at the man you determined to be Minho as his hand lowered back to his side.
“You have your mothers glare. Don’t make me gut you like I did her.”, he growled in your face as he raised himself from his seat to stare you down sternly.
“How-H-...”, your voice broke, throat tight as you swallowed nothing, “Why me now?! Didn’t you have enough of my parents?! While I watched?!”
A sob caught in your throat, memories replaying of the night in question, the muffled screams of your parents as they were sliced, diced and broken into what could’ve only been considered a mush of red, white and yellow. Your heart skipped a bit remembering the mess you were left in, their laughs echoing through your head as they walked out of the front door at 7am like they were simply over for a sleepover or a party. The reality was much different and at times you felt as though you could still feel their blood and sliced organs in your hands as you tried to clean up.
“Ohwe are you remembering now? How we cut open your mother as she screamed and sobbed, your father begging us to leave you alone? His precious child, all tied up and witnessing his death. He couldn’t fathom it!”, Minho's tone was dramatic, nearly sarcastic as he went on a small monologue while watching pain build behind your eyes, tears falling even faster down your still rosy cheeks.
“S-stop it-”
Slap.
“I’ll stop when I feel like it. So shut your dumb mouth and remind yourself of how desperate your poor daddy was for us to not hurt you. Good thing we didn’t hm? Now we’re your daddies.”, his lips brushed your ear as you trembled, Felix’s small hand rubbing your leg in what would be a comforting motion if the smirk he wore wasn’t something of nightmares.
Your head shook violently from left to right, hair flying in all directions until Minho grabbed a handful, stopping your motions with that same harsh grip. Your scalp stung, eyes closing tightly as he tugged your head forward before he let go, the restraints digging into your arms as you fell forwards with the motion. He scoffed a laugh at you, sitting down just off center in a chair across from you.
“Go ahead, Lixie. She’s waiting for you so patiently~”
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