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scum villain chapter one fancomic! this was my narrative thesis for school (1/3)
✦ part two
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NEW KID, NEW PROBLEMS
"Wow, this place looks boring.”,a petite girl, of nine years old, blurted out; her cropped raven colored hair flowing in her face from the slight breeze. She seems tired, but also content, staring into this new towns’ blue sky as she steps out a small car.
Carefully lunging out the small car, a green Mercury, was a young woman, 21 years of age, slowly moving to the petite girls’ side. The woman let out a whispered sigh, as if relieved, and spoke in a calm low tone,”Yeah it may look boring, but it's safe. The safest place I could find. We won’t have to worry about anything bad or dangerous happening here. Hell, it's in the middle of nowhere! She bounded out, putting more emphasis on her words, What could happen here?”
The younger huffed out a chuckle as she heard her older sister's question.she smiled as she thought, well, anything. She rotated her almost sickly-thin body to face her older sister better.”You kidding? This whole scenario is like a horror movie waiting to happen!”, she laughed out, gesturing her thumb to the brightly colored town.
The elder snorted and swayed her head down to stare at the girl, and with a cheeky smirk purred,”Oh really? What's the gimmick? Town of cultists, cannibals or ghosts?” The smaller playfully pondered, turning and contorting her face into a thinking position similar to a cartoon. A devious smile swished from left to right on the canvas of the girls’ face,”Y’know they could be cannibals, she paused to set her eyes on the town again, the population is really low...how’dya think it got that way? The damn cannibals ate everybody! Do you think it's a family? I've seen a movie like that.” she could hear her older sister tsk and sputter as she spoke her last sentence. She let out a sigh, here it comes. She felt a minute slap on her shoulder.”Oh please Eris, you watch too many horror movies! That kinda stuff doesn't happen in real life, well, much.” Eris summoned a single elated Ha from the bed of her throat. The elder quickly raised her arm in authority and pointed at Eris sternly. “And another thing, you shouldn't be cussing,girly! I don't want these townspeople thinking I’m raising you wrong or something. I want them to think i’m a good guardian.” As she spoke, her tone eased.almost seeming nervous underneath her relatively calm exterior. Eris listened, she was always a good listener, clutching to details. She could she the details in her sisters face as she spoke, stern then cautious. She knew her sister had fears of others looking at them in a bad light, seeing. the worst of them and taking her away from her sister. Neither of them wanted that, especially after her older sister fought her her so hard in court. After the custody battle they thought it was best to move and start over, finally be somewhere stable and safe. She snaps out of her thoughts with a few blinks,
Eyes fixing back on her sisters face. A small consoling smile comes across hers. She folded out her arms and placed her hands solfly on her sisters shoulders,” hey, don't worry, ok? We’ll be fine. You're a good sister and a plenty good guardian. Lemme put it this way, I’d rather have you as a guardian than anybody else. You're good for me.”Eris lent her sister a worried smile and her elder chuckled.”You sound too smart to be a nine year old, thanks for the comfort ‘ya brat.” She ruffled Eris’ short messy hair, only making it more so, but Eris didnt seem to mind.Eris beamed, standing upright and very matter-of-factly, she gloated,” you're welc - hey! Am not!”She scrunched up her face and pouted, puffing up her cheeks and glaring up at her sister. Her guardian tried holding in laughter with the tip of her fingers.”Hey, maybe I was wrong, you do act like a nine year old. A pouty one,” she mused.
“Am not!”The tiny terror bauled out. But, just as she spoke, she froze in realization. She was acting exactly as in the way she said she wasn't. She closed her eyes,”ok...maybe a little. But still!” Her sister just snickered,” yeah, yeah kid. She sauntered behind them towards the car. C'mon, let's meet this mayor guy I talked to on the phone and get the keyes to our new house.”
Eris perked up and peered back at her sister cranking up the car. She spun around tightly, and almost bouncing into the car. As the eldest heard the backseat door close hard with a thud she glanced in to the rearveiw mirror.”Ey! Seatbelts.” Her charge rolled her eyes and buckled up,” yeah, yeah mom.” When the eldest heard the belt snap into place.cliktch.She knew it was ok to start driving into town.
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“It looks even more fake up close.”
“Eris!”
“What!”,the younger snaps, sarcastically and sharply.
“No matter how fake this place looks, we are living here. So you're gonna have to get used to it. You and me both.” Eris smacked her lips, adjusting herself in her seat” yeah I know, I guess this places’ aesthetic just bugs me.”She heard her sister at the wheel, huffing in asmusement by what she said.Then she felt the car slowing, jolting and bouncing by the sudden change of speed. Eris was going to ask what was wrong but then her older sister piped up abruptly.”Woah, I think that's the guy. Uhm, the Mayor? I think thats our new house he’s in front of too.”Intrigued, Eris sat up and squished her cheek into the window. Widening her eyes in hopes to better see the man mentioned by her sister. As the vehicle came to a stop, she did.
A small man, about 5’5”, with a stocky build and a tan brown suit was standing patiently in front of a two story house at the edge of the neighborhood. He was an older man middle-aged at least with grey hair but none on the top of his head. Eris suspected he may be a worrier. He seems happy, like he doesn't have a care in the world. He seems content, and has a very comforting smile on his light brown face. Eris hummed in her throat,” he seems like he means well. Nice.”she trailed off into thought. Her older sister took notice of that, usually it meant her charge was thinking too much about too many things and couldn't hold a conversation. She furrowed her brow a bit as she unbuckled, or it meant that her little sister was doting on the past. Remembering bad people, especially the bad men of her life before the move. Unconsciously reminding herself of the pain she felt not too long ago. It ultimately means shes uncertain. Afraid. She decided to speak up to break her sister out of her analytical haze. She knew her little one was analyzing the man. Trying to find a flaw. A vice. Yeah, she’d speak up and spare the man her sisters gaze.”Well kid, let's get on with it, yeah?” She sighed, as if she was holding her breathe prior. Eris turned away from the window to look at her sister in the front seat,” huh? Ye-yeah. Let's do this thing, get it over with and all that.” As they both clicked the handles on the car doors her older sister huffed.
“Don't worry sis, she paused for a few seconds then spike up again,I promise life won't be a hassle here. No rampant drug use. No dangers. We’ll be safe. And you'll finally feel okay.”
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Hope you all like this! I wrote this in 2018 so I doubt it's up to my writing par now but I am hopeful I might continue it this weekend!! If doors have an OC so I hope that's not a deterrent or anything. But we get to the cabin characters soon:)
Wanna Play? | 01
Banner credits go to the amazing ➳ @introgfx (tysm!)
➤ BTS: Series
⪧ Wanna Play? ✎✘🗡 (BTS!au, yandere!au, best friends to enemies!au, game!au?) Taehyung x fem!Reader (feat. BTS)
➳Word Count: 3.6k+
➳Chapter Summary: You've been best friends with Taehyung for a long time. Your relationship is pretty good with him, but your delusional brain seems to cause big problems ahead of you.
➳Implied Warnings: Swearing, slight manipulation, mentions of stalker-ish behaviour and consensual-kissing? Angsty Tae! OC is naive :p
A/N: Hey! I'm so sorry this took forever, I was a little busy, a lot of changes happened in this chapter and I wasn't sure if it was good enough or not. I tested positive for covid unfortunately :( so writing is the only thing that's mostly keeping me occupied. I would love feedback and comments, I hope you enjoy~
Chapters | Prologue | 01 | 02
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"Boom! And that's how you win the Ultra Zombie Shoot Out!" You yell, as you finally shoot the last horrendous looking zombie, the fake blood splattering. You clap your hands in delight. Tickets were whirling out of the machine as you got the high score in the game. You were currently in an arcade with your best friend, Taehyung. Whom you glance at, was on his phone, the screen lighting up his facial features.
You roll your eyes, as you start poking his shoulder.
"Taehyung."
"Taehyung."
"Yeah?" He replies.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
"Tsk, what does it look like I'm doing Y/N?" You can hear a hint of annoyance coming from him. Clearly, you were pissed at his attitude, and you weren't going to let him get away with it like he always does. So you put your hands on your hips, before talking to him.
"Tae, you know I only invited you to come to the arcade with me, so we can hang out." You tell him.
Taehyung examines you, identifying your mood, the change of behaviour, your body expression, and how you looked extremely beautiful with oversized clothes. He was staring at you for a while until you interrupted him by clearing your throat.
"So, can we play one more game? Please, Tae? I promise I'll make it up to you." To make him agree with you, you pout, enlarging your eyes, your hands on your face.
How could he say 'no' to that face? Finally, he turns his phone off and gives his boxy smile.
"Sure, we'll play just one game, and after that, you're buying me some Whiskey."
"Deal!" You accept the offer. You walk past him, trying to pick out a game before you feel a hand grab you. You look back and see Taehyung gazing at your lips before looking back at you.
"Oh." You mumble as you give a quick peck on his soft lips. Taehyung gives a soft smile as you both walk off to play another game.
"That was not fair!" You currently were strolling down the streets, mad at the fact that you lost the last game at the arcade.
"It was fair, you weren't just good enough Y/n," Taehyung explains to you. You gasp, he just insulted you for not playing well.
"Excuse me, I did do well, you on the other hand kept asking me which buttons to press for throwing a fucking bomb."
"Still, I did better." He shrugs.
"Well, it wasn't my fault for getting distracted by you." You indicate the word 'you' on Taehyung a little harshly.
"Me? What did I do to distract you?" Curiosity hit Taehyung the very moment you mentioned that sentence.
Quiet for a moment, you rewind back to the time in the arcade. Taehyung’s dark brown hair, curled so adorably, the light cream hoodie he wore with baggy pants just really suited him. His facial features were looking sharp and beautiful. The straight nose, his bright smooth skin and his small parted lips really made you wonder of how such beauty existed.
You took a moment to reply with something.
"I don't know! You just look awfully great today. I mean you looked so cute playing the game, I just lost focus..." You mutter the last sentence quietly but Taehyung sure heard it.
You feel Taehyung wrap his arms around you, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.
"I'm joking, you know? You're probably one of the best competitive players in this world, Y/n. And you know that too." Your cheeks blush a little from the comment.
"Now, let's go get some Whiskey, and remember you're paying!" Taehyung playfully yells as he starts running to the nearest club in front of you guys.
"Hey! Wait up, I gotta know if the Whiskey is expensive or not." You run after him, giggling that you had found such a perfect best friend.
"That is your fifth glass Y/n," Taehyung sighs. For the past thirty minutes, you told yourself that you wouldn't drink, not until Taehyung teased you about it.
"So? I'm just really, really thirsty tonight." You slur, your head on the bar counter.
"Oh my god, don't tell me I need to carry you home tonight." Taehyung groans in annoyance.
"I did a lot today, Tae." You sip the remaining Whiskey left in your glass.
"Another one please." You tell the bartender.
"Y/n, I'm pretty sure that's enough, you were drunk from your third glass."
"Did I tell you, that you look extremely handsome today?" You point your finger towards Taehyung's chest. Taehyung sort of widens his eyes.
"Why did your hair have to be curly Taehyung? Why are you so good-looking?" You declare in a state of drunkenness.
"Alright, we're going now," Taehyung states, grasping your arm and pulling you out of your seat.
"But, Tae." You whine.
"Taehyung?" A different voice is heard this time. Taehyung releases you when his eyes are on someone else.
"Jungkook?" Taehyung replies. Your eyes trail to where Taehyung is looking at. In front of you, both was another man, slightly taller than Taehyung, though he didn't have curly hair as he did. Instead, this man had a nice cut to his, his arm was covered in ravishing tattoos, silver loops on both of his ears and a lip piercing perfectly chipped to the corner of his small lips.
"I never knew you had a girlfriend," Jungkook announces.
Girlfriend? Oh, this guy took the wrong impression.
"We're not together."
"We're together."
You and Taehyung both gape at each other in shock. Jungkook follows your movement and smirks.
"Friends, I guess?" He rhetorically asks.
"Best friends," you reassure him.
"Good, I thought it was the 'Friends with Benefits' thing." He quotes. You widen your eyes, quickly replying.
"I doubt so that will ever happen, I mean we're best friends, we just cuddle and kiss, there's nothing bad in that." You let that out in a rush, realising after three seconds of what you had said.
You cover your mouth with your hand and mumble.
"Shit, I wasn't supposed to say all of that was I?"
Jungkook just stares at you in amusement, before he glances back at your best friend.
“She’s pretty, will you-“ He gets cut off by Taehyung harshly.
“No.”
“Why? You’ve certainly got luck in your side.” Jungkook continues.
“I said no,” Taehyung replied sternly.
“The hyungs won’t be happy to hear about this…” Jungkook says in a quiet voice.
“Get your own.” Taehyung grits his teeth.
“She’s mine.” He adds.
You were literally confused about what they were talking about. You just only remember being at the arcade and magically ending up here, stuck between two men arguing whatever bullshit they were saying.
“Fine, but, everyone has got their eyes set on the prize.” Jungkook ends, you watch him disappear within the crowd.
You rest your head on a very pissed Taehyung, slurring out more sentences that would probably embarrass you in the future.
“Why do you guys speak in riddles?”
The atmosphere in the car was not very welcoming at all. It was freezing and you had no idea why Taehyung didn’t turn on the heater during the trip home. You could tell Taehyung wasn’t in the mood at all, his knuckles were white the whole time when he was driving, his steering wheel would probably need a new change.
The car abruptly stopped, making your body jerk out of your seat for a little. The silence was definitely heard in the air when you got out of the car.
You look at Taehyung who wasn’t paying attention to you at all.
“Drive safely.” You tell him.
“Be safe and call me if you need anything.” He replies before whirring off into the night.
Weird, why does he always sound like an overprotective boyfriend?
You shrug off the thought as you enter your house. That was until more questions stirred in your head.
When Jungkook mentioned the word ‘girlfriend’ it reminded you of the number of times when you thought kissing your best friend was wrong. You met Taehyung a couple of months ago, it started with bumping to each other in a café, spilling your coffee all over him.
After a hundred times of saying sorry, he instead bought you a coffee, arguing about how he should have watched where he was going. Then things started to progress slowly. You guys coincidentally kept bumping into each other at different places, just casually talking to not make the conversation awkward.
Taehyung made the first move, asking for your phone number. It really seemed like those cliché ‘love at first sight’ types but it wasn’t.
He wanted to become best friends.
You guys were so sweet and caring for each other, that you didn’t realise the day Taehyung told you to kiss him.
He convinced you it was normal for best friends to do that, it showed love and affection, like as if it was holding a rope, where neither of you can tug it, so at the end it will never snap.
Unless… one of you pull it, so the rope is loose to whoever’s freedom.
Was light pecks or kisses alright?
Is that why Jungkook asked if you were Taehyung’s girlfriend? You didn’t kiss in front of him, maybe you two just looked really great together.
It felt wrong to do so, but it made you feel special and loved. And you wanted that so badly. It was a craving desire, you and Taehyung were so close, you both had so many things in common and so far there weren’t any huge arguments that would disrupt the relationship.
You had a real friend. A friend that you would probably cherish for the rest of your life. But, was kissing a friend alright?
You could always trust Taehyung, right?
You ignore the thought and go to your room, instantly lying on the fluffy bed. You fiddle with your fingers for a while, the silence killing you slowly. You could hear crickets chirping and just the rough wind, swishing away so hard you could hear the branches of trees hitting against each other.
Your bedroom window was slightly ajar, the moonlight glowing your face up.
Wait, why was the window open? You remember it was closed with the curtains covering it-
You immediately sat up, flicking the lights on, only to be greeted by a guest who made you jump.
"What the fuck?"
"Hello, Y/n." Under the nose of you was Jungkook. You surprisingly remember him. How the hell did he get in your room?
"What are you doing here?" You question out of fright and curiosity.
"Mm," he simply says, sitting on one of your armchairs, legs sprawled apart.
You barely know this guy and a disturbing feeling knotted inside your stomach.
"Listen-"
"Do you want to play a game, Y/n?" He queries.
"If it's with you, then... no." You respond arms crossed over your chest. Right now, you really hoped this deranged fucker would go away. How does he have the audacity to sneak into your house and ask you to play a game?
"Are you sure? It's a really fun game." He stretches, those doe eyes piercing through your soul.
"Like I said, no." You scoff, getting annoyed. Jungkook, on the other hand, scanned your features- if you played this game, you had no idea how happy Jungkook would be.
"Everybody likes games, and I know you do too... but, have you ever played a game that earns you money?"
"Money or not, I'm not interested." You say the word slow and hard for Jungkook to hear.
"You're going to regret it, Taehyung's in it." Your head quirks up to the mention of Taehyung's name. Taehyung? Playing a game? And he didn't tell you?
Jungkook watches you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Money or not," he mocks the first couple of words you say "though, wouldn't it be much more fun if you were playing with your so-called, 'best friend'?"
"The price of friendship is dealt more than the price of $35 million." He continues. Thirty-five million? What insane game was this?
"W-what game is it?" You catechize.
"Oh baby, it's not just one game, it's multiple. That's how the money adds up." He clicks his tongue, smirking. The name he just used made you cringe, what gave him the right to say that?.
Realising your quiet response, Jungkook scrutinises you. He noticed how close you and Taehyung were. It infuriated him that his own Hyung didn't tell him about you. You were gorgeous, an angel sent from heaven, someone to keep forever. Jungkook and his other Hyung's would share all the time, and to his surprise, Taehyung didn't mention anything. He never mentioned you.
Well now, he was going to make things a whole lot better.
Jungkook lets out a light chuckle, "But, don't you want to know what this is?" Between his two fingers was a small type of card. Golden, in fact, your eyes examining and reading the small, capitalised letters printed on it.
"Wanna Play?" You breathe out, "Is that the name of the game?"
"Yeah, it is." Jungkook retorts, playing with the card, you watch him flip it over and over again.
"All the details come from the card." He tells you, tapping the card twice with one of his fingers.
"You choose, whether you want to play or not." He says casually, placing the card on your bedside table while standing up. He reaches to your window, slightly leaning against the wall as he views your movement.
He eyes you holding the card, you contemplating it. Jungkook was ready to leave until something popped up in his mind.
"Oh, and Y/n..." He catches your attention as you glance at him "don't tell Taehyung, or there will be consequences." He didn't hesitate to tell you this, after all, it was simply just Taehyung's fault. You somehow managed to realise how many octaves his voice dropped down. It almost sounded like a warning and that made you tense. You drop the card on your bed, a strange question occurring to your mind.
"Wait, Jungkook... how do you know my name?" But as you look up ahead, he was no longer there, only the curtains swaying and a creaking window.
The next day, you were walking back and forth, wondering about the current situation you were in. Jungkook's warning got you alarmed- telling Taehyung will result in consequences. That's what he said, yet, you always tell Taehyung everything. Or mostly anything. How could you not tell him about this?
You wrote down the number on a notepad just in case.
Taehyung is playing this game, so shouldn't I be allowed to as well? You question yourself multiple times.
Why didn't he tell me?
How does Jungkook even know my name? Did he get it from Taehyung? They looked pretty close at the bar-
Your thoughts were interrupted by a ring, coming from your phone. You checked who it was and it was no other than your best friend.
"Hello?"
"Y/n, I've been knocking on your door for like a whole complete minute now, where are you?" Taehyung was knocking on your door, and you didn't hear him at all. Gosh, you were so in trance with your thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I'm coming right now." You hang up, running to open the door, greeted by a smiling Taehyung. You eye him up and down for a quick second. He wore a black leather jacket, with dark blue jeans. His hair looked extra spectacular today, and his lips were shining. Something about him right now, just made him look sexy. He licks his lips, gazing at you.
"Well? Aren't you ready for the day?" He asks.
"Huh, what day?" You were still occupied in your own thoughts.
"Friday? The day where we do whatever shit we want? Eating at your favourite café?" He rhetorically asks, expecting you to answer.
You peek behind him, glancing at the sky. It was dark and grey, gloomy and unsettling. It gave you an eerie vibe, and it was much different today. You didn't want to go, you just knew today wasn't the right day, and at this very moment, you didn't want to see Taehyung.
"U-uhm, is it fine if we.. you know don't go? I just don't feel well, so like-"
"That's fine, we can just hang out here." Taehyung cuts you off, ready to go further in your house.
Your hands land on Taehyung's shoulder, slightly pushing him back.
"No, it's alright, you should go, I don't want you to be sick because of me." You tell him, hoping it would convince him.
But of course, it didn't.
Taehyung snorts, removing your hand from his shoulder.
"Y/n, since when have I never taken care of you?" You froze, the card, now curled up in your fist was gripped even tighter. What Taehyung said, somehow made you feel nervous.
It was true though, Taehyung was always there for you. He was everywhere. You're at a mall and he would be there too or you're at a park and you would see him on a park bench, far from you. The point was, he always takes care of you, like as if he was a doctor and you were his close patient. Just always treating you, especially silently afar.
It sometimes made you wonder that Taehyung wasn’t just ordinary, he was just different. He was just as smart as you were, and you could tell that from the start. Though, you were much more naïve and so easy to grasp, especially to Taehyung.
The day he met you, he knew that this was a destined relationship. He had to make sure you were his, nobody else's. He wanted you only for himself, he didn't want to share like his Hyungs did.
Taehyung watched as your body tensed, muscles frozen and your eyes lost. He might have hit a nerve. Proceeding to calm you down, Taehyung puts his hand on your shoulder, your eyes finally making contact with his.
“Oh, uh, sorry.” You mutter, tucking a strand of hair. However, Taehyung notices your clenched fist, hands grabbing yours to see what you were gripping so hard.
He pulled out the card easily, your sweaty hands giving in and not helping at all. You gaze at him as he widens his eyes.
“Where did you get this?” He asks a little too loudly. When you don’t answer him, his hands grip onto your shoulders, tight. “Y/N, I said, where did you get this?” He repeats, anger glimmering in his eyes. You have never seen him this mad before, and it frightened you. The way those eyes narrowed and how it glinted with dark flames concerned you, especially because of the tightening grip he had on you.
“Y/N!” He says harshly, shaking you slightly. Terrified of his current behaviour you take a different turn this time.
“I got this today morning.” Lie
“From where?”
“I found it near the trash cans.” Lie
“Did you get it from anyone? Or found anyone who put it there?”
“No.” Lie
Taehyung searched your eyes but you made sure your tone was confident enough. He brings his face close to yours, just inches apart.
“You aren’t lying to me, are you?” He whispers very lowly, his hot breath fanning your face, making you shiver.
“I’m not.” You say again confidently. Taehyung was still in the same position for a couple of seconds before pulling away.
“You won’t be needing this,” he crumples the card in his large hands, ripping it seconds afterwards. You watch the tiny pieces floating in mid-air, slowly descending to the floor, just like how you would see visible snowflakes falling during your childhood.
“You should have never have gotten it in the first place!” Taehyung exclaims, kicking the wall so hard that it made you wince.
"What's so bad about it?" You barely let out a whisper. Taehyung heard, he turned around, querying you more. "You didn't call them, right?"
As if your body had let you down, you shook and broke yourself down. Crystal clear drops of tears were sliding down your cheek from the corner of your eyes.
"No! No, I didn't Taehyung, I didn't call them." Taehyung's demeanour changed within a second. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away. Hugging you in a sense of comfort.
"Shh, look I'm sorry, please don't cry, I didn't mean it that way, I didn't mean for this to happen." He tells you, slowly pulling away.
"I wanted you to be safe." He mutters, lowering down to your level “I hope you get that.” He concludes. You nod your head, a small smile appearing on your face.
Ding
Ding
Ding
You could hear the text notifications coming from Taehyung’s phone. He takes it out and glances at the screen giving you a quick look as well.
“Sorry, I have to take this,” he strolls outside. You stand and wait patiently, rocking from side to side. It was a habit of yours, especially when you were curious.
You suddenly hear Taehyung swear, his hand gripping onto his hair. He comes back in quickly telling you he has to go.
As he leaves, you watch him, making sure he fully left. Once you’ve checked, you rush back to your room, finding the notepad.
If Taehyung was going to be mad at you for getting a mysterious card, nearly scaring the hell out of you and left so quickly, then lord sure does know that he’s hiding something. And you were going to find out about it.
You grab your phone from your bed, the notepad on your lap, the number visible in black ink. Whatever safety shit he was talking about he should have told you what it was, what made him so frantic that he jumped at you, questioning you as if you were a suspect of murder.
What was so bad about the card? It was a game, you were told it’s a game. And if Taehyung’s in it, he shouldn’t be lying to you at all. If he was in the game and he didn’t tell you… well that’s a little ruthless, isn’t it? Especially as his best friend.
Dialling the numbers, you bring your phone to your ear, the ringing continuing for three seconds before it got answered. You gulped, hoping the tantrum that Taehyung did was something meaningful.
“Hello?”
Wanna Play? | 01
Banner credits go to the amazing ➳ @introgfx (tysm!)
➤ BTS: Series
⪧ Wanna Play? ✎✘🗡 (BTS!au, yandere!au, best friends to enemies!au, game!au?) Taehyung x fem!Reader (feat. BTS)
➳Word Count: 3.6k+
➳Chapter Summary: You've been best friends with Taehyung for a long time. Your relationship is pretty good with him, but your delusional brain seems to cause big problems ahead of you.
➳Implied Warnings: Swearing, slight manipulation, mentions of stalker-ish behaviour and consensual-kissing? Angsty Tae! OC is naive :p
A/N: Hey! I'm so sorry this took forever, I was a little busy, a lot of changes happened in this chapter and I wasn't sure if it was good enough or not. I tested positive for covid unfortunately :( so writing is the only thing that's mostly keeping me occupied. I would love feedback and comments, I hope you enjoy~
Chapters | Prologue | 01 | 02
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"Boom! And that's how you win the Ultra Zombie Shoot Out!" You yell, as you finally shoot the last horrendous looking zombie, the fake blood splattering. You clap your hands in delight. Tickets were whirling out of the machine as you got the high score in the game. You were currently in an arcade with your best friend, Taehyung. Whom you glance at, was on his phone, the screen lighting up his facial features.
You roll your eyes, as you start poking his shoulder.
"Taehyung."
"Taehyung."
"Yeah?" He replies.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
"Tsk, what does it look like I'm doing Y/N?" You can hear a hint of annoyance coming from him. Clearly, you were pissed at his attitude, and you weren't going to let him get away with it like he always does. So you put your hands on your hips, before talking to him.
"Tae, you know I only invited you to come to the arcade with me, so we can hang out." You tell him.
Taehyung examines you, identifying your mood, the change of behaviour, your body expression, and how you looked extremely beautiful with oversized clothes. He was staring at you for a while until you interrupted him by clearing your throat.
"So, can we play one more game? Please, Tae? I promise I'll make it up to you." To make him agree with you, you pout, enlarging your eyes, your hands on your face.
How could he say 'no' to that face? Finally, he turns his phone off and gives his boxy smile.
"Sure, we'll play just one game, and after that, you're buying me some Whiskey."
"Deal!" You accept the offer. You walk past him, trying to pick out a game before you feel a hand grab you. You look back and see Taehyung gazing at your lips before looking back at you.
"Oh." You mumble as you give a quick peck on his soft lips. Taehyung gives a soft smile as you both walk off to play another game.
"That was not fair!" You currently were strolling down the streets, mad at the fact that you lost the last game at the arcade.
"It was fair, you weren't just good enough Y/n," Taehyung explains to you. You gasp, he just insulted you for not playing well.
"Excuse me, I did do well, you on the other hand kept asking me which buttons to press for throwing a fucking bomb."
"Still, I did better." He shrugs.
"Well, it wasn't my fault for getting distracted by you." You indicate the word 'you' on Taehyung a little harshly.
"Me? What did I do to distract you?" Curiosity hit Taehyung the very moment you mentioned that sentence.
Quiet for a moment, you rewind back to the time in the arcade. Taehyung’s dark brown hair, curled so adorably, the light cream hoodie he wore with baggy pants just really suited him. His facial features were looking sharp and beautiful. The straight nose, his bright smooth skin and his small parted lips really made you wonder of how such beauty existed.
You took a moment to reply with something.
"I don't know! You just look awfully great today. I mean you looked so cute playing the game, I just lost focus..." You mutter the last sentence quietly but Taehyung sure heard it.
You feel Taehyung wrap his arms around you, pressing a tender kiss on your forehead.
"I'm joking, you know? You're probably one of the best competitive players in this world, Y/n. And you know that too." Your cheeks blush a little from the comment.
"Now, let's go get some Whiskey, and remember you're paying!" Taehyung playfully yells as he starts running to the nearest club in front of you guys.
"Hey! Wait up, I gotta know if the Whiskey is expensive or not." You run after him, giggling that you had found such a perfect best friend.
"That is your fifth glass Y/n," Taehyung sighs. For the past thirty minutes, you told yourself that you wouldn't drink, not until Taehyung teased you about it.
"So? I'm just really, really thirsty tonight." You slur, your head on the bar counter.
"Oh my god, don't tell me I need to carry you home tonight." Taehyung groans in annoyance.
"I did a lot today, Tae." You sip the remaining Whiskey left in your glass.
"Another one please." You tell the bartender.
"Y/n, I'm pretty sure that's enough, you were drunk from your third glass."
"Did I tell you, that you look extremely handsome today?" You point your finger towards Taehyung's chest. Taehyung sort of widens his eyes.
"Why did your hair have to be curly Taehyung? Why are you so good-looking?" You declare in a state of drunkenness.
"Alright, we're going now," Taehyung states, grasping your arm and pulling you out of your seat.
"But, Tae." You whine.
"Taehyung?" A different voice is heard this time. Taehyung releases you when his eyes are on someone else.
"Jungkook?" Taehyung replies. Your eyes trail to where Taehyung is looking at. In front of you, both was another man, slightly taller than Taehyung, though he didn't have curly hair as he did. Instead, this man had a nice cut to his, his arm was covered in ravishing tattoos, silver loops on both of his ears and a lip piercing perfectly chipped to the corner of his small lips.
"I never knew you had a girlfriend," Jungkook announces.
Girlfriend? Oh, this guy took the wrong impression.
"We're not together."
"We're together."
You and Taehyung both gape at each other in shock. Jungkook follows your movement and smirks.
"Friends, I guess?" He rhetorically asks.
"Best friends," you reassure him.
"Good, I thought it was the 'Friends with Benefits' thing." He quotes. You widen your eyes, quickly replying.
"I doubt so that will ever happen, I mean we're best friends, we just cuddle and kiss, there's nothing bad in that." You let that out in a rush, realising after three seconds of what you had said.
You cover your mouth with your hand and mumble.
"Shit, I wasn't supposed to say all of that was I?"
Jungkook just stares at you in amusement, before he glances back at your best friend.
“She’s pretty, will you-“ He gets cut off by Taehyung harshly.
“No.”
“Why? You’ve certainly got luck in your side.” Jungkook continues.
“I said no,” Taehyung replied sternly.
“The hyungs won’t be happy to hear about this…” Jungkook says in a quiet voice.
“Get your own.” Taehyung grits his teeth.
“She’s mine.” He adds.
You were literally confused about what they were talking about. You just only remember being at the arcade and magically ending up here, stuck between two men arguing whatever bullshit they were saying.
“Fine, but, everyone has got their eyes set on the prize.” Jungkook ends, you watch him disappear within the crowd.
You rest your head on a very pissed Taehyung, slurring out more sentences that would probably embarrass you in the future.
“Why do you guys speak in riddles?”
The atmosphere in the car was not very welcoming at all. It was freezing and you had no idea why Taehyung didn’t turn on the heater during the trip home. You could tell Taehyung wasn’t in the mood at all, his knuckles were white the whole time when he was driving, his steering wheel would probably need a new change.
The car abruptly stopped, making your body jerk out of your seat for a little. The silence was definitely heard in the air when you got out of the car.
You look at Taehyung who wasn’t paying attention to you at all.
“Drive safely.” You tell him.
“Be safe and call me if you need anything.” He replies before whirring off into the night.
Weird, why does he always sound like an overprotective boyfriend?
You shrug off the thought as you enter your house. That was until more questions stirred in your head.
When Jungkook mentioned the word ‘girlfriend’ it reminded you of the number of times when you thought kissing your best friend was wrong. You met Taehyung a couple of months ago, it started with bumping to each other in a café, spilling your coffee all over him.
After a hundred times of saying sorry, he instead bought you a coffee, arguing about how he should have watched where he was going. Then things started to progress slowly. You guys coincidentally kept bumping into each other at different places, just casually talking to not make the conversation awkward.
Taehyung made the first move, asking for your phone number. It really seemed like those cliché ‘love at first sight’ types but it wasn’t.
He wanted to become best friends.
You guys were so sweet and caring for each other, that you didn’t realise the day Taehyung told you to kiss him.
He convinced you it was normal for best friends to do that, it showed love and affection, like as if it was holding a rope, where neither of you can tug it, so at the end it will never snap.
Unless… one of you pull it, so the rope is loose to whoever’s freedom.
Was light pecks or kisses alright?
Is that why Jungkook asked if you were Taehyung’s girlfriend? You didn’t kiss in front of him, maybe you two just looked really great together.
It felt wrong to do so, but it made you feel special and loved. And you wanted that so badly. It was a craving desire, you and Taehyung were so close, you both had so many things in common and so far there weren’t any huge arguments that would disrupt the relationship.
You had a real friend. A friend that you would probably cherish for the rest of your life. But, was kissing a friend alright?
You could always trust Taehyung, right?
You ignore the thought and go to your room, instantly lying on the fluffy bed. You fiddle with your fingers for a while, the silence killing you slowly. You could hear crickets chirping and just the rough wind, swishing away so hard you could hear the branches of trees hitting against each other.
Your bedroom window was slightly ajar, the moonlight glowing your face up.
Wait, why was the window open? You remember it was closed with the curtains covering it-
You immediately sat up, flicking the lights on, only to be greeted by a guest who made you jump.
"What the fuck?"
"Hello, Y/n." Under the nose of you was Jungkook. You surprisingly remember him. How the hell did he get in your room?
"What are you doing here?" You question out of fright and curiosity.
"Mm," he simply says, sitting on one of your armchairs, legs sprawled apart.
You barely know this guy and a disturbing feeling knotted inside your stomach.
"Listen-"
"Do you want to play a game, Y/n?" He queries.
"If it's with you, then... no." You respond arms crossed over your chest. Right now, you really hoped this deranged fucker would go away. How does he have the audacity to sneak into your house and ask you to play a game?
"Are you sure? It's a really fun game." He stretches, those doe eyes piercing through your soul.
"Like I said, no." You scoff, getting annoyed. Jungkook, on the other hand, scanned your features- if you played this game, you had no idea how happy Jungkook would be.
"Everybody likes games, and I know you do too... but, have you ever played a game that earns you money?"
"Money or not, I'm not interested." You say the word slow and hard for Jungkook to hear.
"You're going to regret it, Taehyung's in it." Your head quirks up to the mention of Taehyung's name. Taehyung? Playing a game? And he didn't tell you?
Jungkook watches you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Money or not," he mocks the first couple of words you say "though, wouldn't it be much more fun if you were playing with your so-called, 'best friend'?"
"The price of friendship is dealt more than the price of $35 million." He continues. Thirty-five million? What insane game was this?
"W-what game is it?" You catechize.
"Oh baby, it's not just one game, it's multiple. That's how the money adds up." He clicks his tongue, smirking. The name he just used made you cringe, what gave him the right to say that?.
Realising your quiet response, Jungkook scrutinises you. He noticed how close you and Taehyung were. It infuriated him that his own Hyung didn't tell him about you. You were gorgeous, an angel sent from heaven, someone to keep forever. Jungkook and his other Hyung's would share all the time, and to his surprise, Taehyung didn't mention anything. He never mentioned you.
Well now, he was going to make things a whole lot better.
Jungkook lets out a light chuckle, "But, don't you want to know what this is?" Between his two fingers was a small type of card. Golden, in fact, your eyes examining and reading the small, capitalised letters printed on it.
"Wanna Play?" You breathe out, "Is that the name of the game?"
"Yeah, it is." Jungkook retorts, playing with the card, you watch him flip it over and over again.
"All the details come from the card." He tells you, tapping the card twice with one of his fingers.
"You choose, whether you want to play or not." He says casually, placing the card on your bedside table while standing up. He reaches to your window, slightly leaning against the wall as he views your movement.
He eyes you holding the card, you contemplating it. Jungkook was ready to leave until something popped up in his mind.
"Oh, and Y/n..." He catches your attention as you glance at him "don't tell Taehyung, or there will be consequences." He didn't hesitate to tell you this, after all, it was simply just Taehyung's fault. You somehow managed to realise how many octaves his voice dropped down. It almost sounded like a warning and that made you tense. You drop the card on your bed, a strange question occurring to your mind.
"Wait, Jungkook... how do you know my name?" But as you look up ahead, he was no longer there, only the curtains swaying and a creaking window.
The next day, you were walking back and forth, wondering about the current situation you were in. Jungkook's warning got you alarmed- telling Taehyung will result in consequences. That's what he said, yet, you always tell Taehyung everything. Or mostly anything. How could you not tell him about this?
You wrote down the number on a notepad just in case.
Taehyung is playing this game, so shouldn't I be allowed to as well? You question yourself multiple times.
Why didn't he tell me?
How does Jungkook even know my name? Did he get it from Taehyung? They looked pretty close at the bar-
Your thoughts were interrupted by a ring, coming from your phone. You checked who it was and it was no other than your best friend.
"Hello?"
"Y/n, I've been knocking on your door for like a whole complete minute now, where are you?" Taehyung was knocking on your door, and you didn't hear him at all. Gosh, you were so in trance with your thoughts.
"I'm sorry, I'm coming right now." You hang up, running to open the door, greeted by a smiling Taehyung. You eye him up and down for a quick second. He wore a black leather jacket, with dark blue jeans. His hair looked extra spectacular today, and his lips were shining. Something about him right now, just made him look sexy. He licks his lips, gazing at you.
"Well? Aren't you ready for the day?" He asks.
"Huh, what day?" You were still occupied in your own thoughts.
"Friday? The day where we do whatever shit we want? Eating at your favourite café?" He rhetorically asks, expecting you to answer.
You peek behind him, glancing at the sky. It was dark and grey, gloomy and unsettling. It gave you an eerie vibe, and it was much different today. You didn't want to go, you just knew today wasn't the right day, and at this very moment, you didn't want to see Taehyung.
"U-uhm, is it fine if we.. you know don't go? I just don't feel well, so like-"
"That's fine, we can just hang out here." Taehyung cuts you off, ready to go further in your house.
Your hands land on Taehyung's shoulder, slightly pushing him back.
"No, it's alright, you should go, I don't want you to be sick because of me." You tell him, hoping it would convince him.
But of course, it didn't.
Taehyung snorts, removing your hand from his shoulder.
"Y/n, since when have I never taken care of you?" You froze, the card, now curled up in your fist was gripped even tighter. What Taehyung said, somehow made you feel nervous.
It was true though, Taehyung was always there for you. He was everywhere. You're at a mall and he would be there too or you're at a park and you would see him on a park bench, far from you. The point was, he always takes care of you, like as if he was a doctor and you were his close patient. Just always treating you, especially silently afar.
It sometimes made you wonder that Taehyung wasn’t just ordinary, he was just different. He was just as smart as you were, and you could tell that from the start. Though, you were much more naïve and so easy to grasp, especially to Taehyung.
The day he met you, he knew that this was a destined relationship. He had to make sure you were his, nobody else's. He wanted you only for himself, he didn't want to share like his Hyungs did.
Taehyung watched as your body tensed, muscles frozen and your eyes lost. He might have hit a nerve. Proceeding to calm you down, Taehyung puts his hand on your shoulder, your eyes finally making contact with his.
“Oh, uh, sorry.” You mutter, tucking a strand of hair. However, Taehyung notices your clenched fist, hands grabbing yours to see what you were gripping so hard.
He pulled out the card easily, your sweaty hands giving in and not helping at all. You gaze at him as he widens his eyes.
“Where did you get this?” He asks a little too loudly. When you don’t answer him, his hands grip onto your shoulders, tight. “Y/N, I said, where did you get this?” He repeats, anger glimmering in his eyes. You have never seen him this mad before, and it frightened you. The way those eyes narrowed and how it glinted with dark flames concerned you, especially because of the tightening grip he had on you.
“Y/N!” He says harshly, shaking you slightly. Terrified of his current behaviour you take a different turn this time.
“I got this today morning.” Lie
“From where?”
“I found it near the trash cans.” Lie
“Did you get it from anyone? Or found anyone who put it there?”
“No.” Lie
Taehyung searched your eyes but you made sure your tone was confident enough. He brings his face close to yours, just inches apart.
“You aren’t lying to me, are you?” He whispers very lowly, his hot breath fanning your face, making you shiver.
“I’m not.” You say again confidently. Taehyung was still in the same position for a couple of seconds before pulling away.
“You won’t be needing this,” he crumples the card in his large hands, ripping it seconds afterwards. You watch the tiny pieces floating in mid-air, slowly descending to the floor, just like how you would see visible snowflakes falling during your childhood.
“You should have never have gotten it in the first place!” Taehyung exclaims, kicking the wall so hard that it made you wince.
"What's so bad about it?" You barely let out a whisper. Taehyung heard, he turned around, querying you more. "You didn't call them, right?"
As if your body had let you down, you shook and broke yourself down. Crystal clear drops of tears were sliding down your cheek from the corner of your eyes.
"No! No, I didn't Taehyung, I didn't call them." Taehyung's demeanour changed within a second. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears away. Hugging you in a sense of comfort.
"Shh, look I'm sorry, please don't cry, I didn't mean it that way, I didn't mean for this to happen." He tells you, slowly pulling away.
"I wanted you to be safe." He mutters, lowering down to your level “I hope you get that.” He concludes. You nod your head, a small smile appearing on your face.
Ding
Ding
Ding
You could hear the text notifications coming from Taehyung’s phone. He takes it out and glances at the screen giving you a quick look as well.
“Sorry, I have to take this,” he strolls outside. You stand and wait patiently, rocking from side to side. It was a habit of yours, especially when you were curious.
You suddenly hear Taehyung swear, his hand gripping onto his hair. He comes back in quickly telling you he has to go.
As he leaves, you watch him, making sure he fully left. Once you’ve checked, you rush back to your room, finding the notepad.
If Taehyung was going to be mad at you for getting a mysterious card, nearly scaring the hell out of you and left so quickly, then lord sure does know that he’s hiding something. And you were going to find out about it.
You grab your phone from your bed, the notepad on your lap, the number visible in black ink. Whatever safety shit he was talking about he should have told you what it was, what made him so frantic that he jumped at you, questioning you as if you were a suspect of murder.
What was so bad about the card? It was a game, you were told it’s a game. And if Taehyung’s in it, he shouldn’t be lying to you at all. If he was in the game and he didn’t tell you… well that’s a little ruthless, isn’t it? Especially as his best friend.
Dialling the numbers, you bring your phone to your ear, the ringing continuing for three seconds before it got answered. You gulped, hoping the tantrum that Taehyung did was something meaningful.
“Hello?”