And On Bubble Hes All Like Pretend You Didnt See That LIKE SIR. I Will Never Forget

and on bubble he’s all like “pretend you didn’t see that” LIKE SIR. i will never forget 🫡

Such a pretty back and i can't even scratch it

thinkin about getting ANOTHER ateez album ngl

yall im looking to do some reckless buying but for something that will actually be useful.... maybe something workout-y but not too expensive? gimme your ideas

taggin some people who have wonderful ideas all the time: @skz-streamer @orchidyoonkook @mixtape-racha @frostbitten-written

edit: im being drawn into vampire vibe type things again and my corset dont fit anymore :/

I'D LIKE TO THANK SEO CHANGBIN FOR POSTING THIS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Happy Death Day V

A/N: Purge night.

-SKZ x reader, 18+.

mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. descriptions of violence and injury.

(birthday post :/ im too old now pls)

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You flinched with each hit of his spit against your tongue, your eyes closing as he shut your mouth roughly, teeth clacking together painfully as your eyebrows contorted in disgust. His gaze held firm as his hand shifted to pinch your nose closed, the action forcing you to open your mouth and drool everywhere or swallow and breathe normally again. Your choice was decided quite quickly for you as Hyunjin raised a single eyebrow, his free hand reaching into the waistband of his dark jeans to pull a pistol from within. Your eyes widened but you weren’t that surprised seeing he had one on him, all of them probably did. What caught you off guard was the click of the safety and the press of the gun against your throat.

“I suggest you fucking swallow if you don’t want me to blast out your pretty throat with something other than my cock.”, Hyunjin was growling now, his voice surpassing Felix’s deepest tone as he cocked his eyebrow higher, a small mocking smirk curving his pretty lips, “That would be such a shame wouldn’t it? Yeah, I think it would.”

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Noises of agreement followed albeit muted ones, the other boys clearly hesitant to disrupt whatever Hyunjin had planned. The force of the weapon had you gulping quite loudly, Hyunjins pleased smirk causing you to glare his way. It should’ve been a given that it was a bad idea to glare at a man holding a gun very close to your body, but you don’t seem to learn. The wave of silence that flew around the room when your glare was caught sent chills across every bare appendage in the room. It was eerie, dark. Tense. 

“Drop that look right fucking now.”

“Make me.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widened slightly, a thumb dragging across his bottom lip with a tilted head. In mere seconds, his anger was varnished with joy, laughter leaving him but causing you no happiness as the gun dragged up your throat to press against your jaw with a harsh push, your head jerking up to meet his dark stare head-on.

“Repeat that.”

You shook your head silently.

“I said,”, he growls, pressing the gun harder against the bone, “Repeat that, darling.”

You whimpered this time, his answering glare enough to make you struggle in your spot. A few lone tears tracked down your face as he scanned you for anything that may be a weakness. Your entire being was a weakness, he realized. You were weak. That’s why he was so quick to bring you to tears. You had been reduced to so little over the past hour or so that he didn’t even have to shoot you in the leg for fun. Pushing the head of the gun against your vulnerable spots did the trick perfectly. The cold metal sent goosebumps down your spine so his taunts didn’t and in all honesty, he was glad he didn’t have to work too hard to break you down further. 

“Fuck you!”

Twah. Twah. Twah. Twah. Twah.

Heavy, anxious breaths filled the room, your own panicked and quick as you kept your eyes closed. The feeling of Hyunjin’s spit sliding over your nose slowly and dripping over your lips was enough to have you violently shaking as a few of them laughed near silently at your expense. Others cackled like hyenas, Minho’s face turning red from the consistent force of his laughter. 

“Ohhhh you’re pushing it now!”, Minho was still wheezing, his hands waving about in front of him as he nudged Felix roughly.

“That was a horrible idea, puppy.”, Seungmin was stern, his fingers clicking the lighter as he stood slowly to take up position next to Hyunjin. 

The rest of the boys were dead silent once more, your words sending what hope they had for Hyunjin going easy on you out the window within seconds. Too shocked by your own words to say anything else to sass him, you pressed your lips together, eyes squinting as you watched his face drop into the coldest look you had ever seen from such a pretty boy.  The two stood in front of you with similar looks of disappointment with pure danger. It was putting you on the edge of begging them to just kill you like they did your parents. Somehow, they sensed that. Changbin walked over with a fresh bucket of water. Minho laughed obnoxiously as he walked past him, his sharp eyes meeting yours again with a mocking glint of concern. 

A swift warmth trailed through your body in the next second before the burning followed. It was scalding. More shivers covered your beaten body as the heat wore off, the chill of the night hitting you in full as the rush left you shaking. Minho wasn’t the only one laughing this time, Hyunjin’s hysterical laugh shrinking you in on yourself until your legs were free in an instant, his large hands yanking you from your chair to send you flying face first on the floor, your hands supporting your upper body as your leg aches, a pained cry escaping you twice fold when Seungmin kicked it lightly. 

“Stupid puppy couldn’t even remember basic manners. You should have just been good, hmm?”, Seungmins veiny hand gripping your matted hair in a harsh grip, your neck bending awkwardly as he whispered in your ear, “Maybe you should listen. Might get a treat instead of a punishment.” 

Hyunjin was next to grip you, his hand covering the expanse of your reddened neck, as he growled. Not words. Not an emotion. Just a cold, heart stopping growl that echoed off the walls left standing. The pure anger behind a single noise had you breaking, tears streaming down your face in another continuous trail as you trembled in the holds on you and under the gazes directed at your pained expression. All was silent for the few moments it took your mind to go past the point of blank. 

“Please…”, you whimpered, your eyes searching theirs for any sign of mercy, “Just kill me…”

Your last words came out as a mere whisper, Hyunjin and Seungmin not even being able to pick it up until you dropped forward as their grips dropped.

“JUST KILL ME… please.”

SIlence took over the room for the hundredth time. 

“Please…”, your voice was desperate and the boys picked up on it clearly, some of their eyes watering as others were overcome with anger.

A cold-hearted tsking filled the spaces between your sobs, your eyes widening dramatically as Minho had his own hand around your neck now. His eyes were dark as he watched you struggle to sob through his grip, a sort of satisfaction crossing his face as your own puffy one turned redder than it had previously. 

“I don’t think you want that~ Tryna get away from us when we don’t allow it is unacceptable and must be punished. I'm sure you know that by now. Lixie is going to have some fun with Seungmin and you now, okay? so sit still like a good girl and it won’t be even worse for you.”  

He was mocking you at this point, an echoing click of Seungmin’s lighter and the clack of Felix’s knife taking over your senses as you squirmed in Minho’s hold in a last ditch attempt to get away or even lessen the pain you were no doubt about to experience. 

The sound of the lighter running at full force had shivers trailing across your body slowly as the two in question entered your field of vision, weapons in hand. Felix had his knife held with a gloved hand, Han now missing one of his from his pocket as Seungmin held the lighter to the blade.

The veined hand around your throat still seemed to mock you as you watched the blade slowly turn from a pale red to bright orange, the metal warping slightly as it heated. The smirk the two boys sent your way was enough to have you sobbing past Minho’s hand again, your eyes closing in preparation. 

Nothing could have prepared you though, for the burning sting that pierced the skin of your shoulder, blood not even pooling as the blade rapidly cooled inside your flesh, tears tracking down your skin and burning the wound more than the residual heat of Felix’s knife. It was an indescribable pain, the burn, the sting of your skin tearing and being punctured as intense heat followed. From the reactions of the boys, the sensation of your skin attaching itself to the cooled blade before it was pulled from your shoulder was not incorrect, your blurry eyes registering the bits of your skin hanging on to the edges of the knife. 

“What the fuck.”

“I didn’t agree to that much damage.”

“Woah, woah! Lixie, Minnie back down. Now!”

The world blurred around you as their voices became one as slowly as unconsciousness came to you again, concerned gazes surrounding you as you collapsed forward gently with the help of Minho. Chaos followed your departure from consciousness, voices yelling at each other and the two responsible for the missing skin on your shoulder, red faces mirroring back at each other on other members as they scrambled to do what they could to lessen the pain and help you heal better in the end. Felix was dragged away from your prone figure along with Seungmin by Jeongin and Changbin, their faces blank save for the lining of tears in their eyes. 

“We said we would never let anything go in her! Are you two dumb?!”

“She could be so hurt by this in the long run. What if it gets infected?”

“Why?! She annoyed us all but you had no right to take that as a go ahead to stab her!”

“Get her on the couch, put something cool on the wound and get the first aid kit. She’ll need stitches. Minho, wash your hands. You’re up.”

Motion filled your house as Felix and Seungmin were dragged away from you and locked in a room, Minho washing up carefully as Hyunjin grabbed the first aid kit after moments of frantic searching. Changbin and Chan made sure you were comfortable in a position they could hold you down in for when the pain of the stitches woke you so abruptly.

Deep breaths were shared in the tense silence as they watched you in varying degrees of worry and anger at the two responsible. It wouldn’t be a purge night without twists and turns though, so they took in stride the best they could, Minho pulling gloves onto his hands before setting up the suture as the others gathered around in a small circle. 

“Ready? Make sure you have a hold on her, yeah?”, Minho’s voice was as steady as his hands, his training kicking in and calming the group as you laid prone on the couch.

Nods answered his question, eyes trained on you as his hand closed in on your shoulder being dried by Han. The moment the suture pierced your skin, you were twitching in your sleep, movements pausing around you in case you woke up and panicked. Once you settled, Minho’s hand was moving smoothly. With their attention focused on your shoulder and not your face, no one noticed your eyes slowly blinking open with tears lining your lashes already. Minho was the one to notice when he glanced up at you to double check your passed out state, his eyes widening when they met yours.

“Hold her!”

His words startled the boys, their grip tightening as they took notice of your awakened state. You looked around drearily, the pain making you slightly dazed until your body lit up with the pain signals, your arms fighting the holds the boys had on them to try and tug out the suture. Being held still was a slight struggle but it was done successfully, Minho finishing your stitches with little to no struggle once numbing spray was applied to the area. The harsh grips on your body calmed once the stitches were tied off, your eyes flicking between them before you shook your head, eyes focused on the door rattling with the force of two men hitting it forcefully. 

“What the actual fuck?”

A few muted chuckles followed your statement, some more annoyed than relieved that you still had your attitude about you. Hyunjin opened his mouth to answer, his eyes catching yours through his hair before they flicked to the door holding back the two responsible for your stitched shoulder along with everyone’s.

Yours followed slowly, the resounding bang that had sounded sending chills through your body. Ragged breathing filled your ears as the boy’s angry shouts and protests were washed away by the gazes of Felix and Seungmin, both breathing heavily and standing tall just outside the now broken door, dark eyes trained on your body as you stared back at them with fear filled eyes.

“Y/n.”

You said nothing, eyes watching each slow step they took towards you until you launched yourself over the back of the couch, past Changbin and Jeongin to hobble as fast as you could out the hole in your house. They watched you with concern, but Jeongin watched you with darkening eyes, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip as a smirk pulled at them. Minho shared a knowing glance with Han before Jeongin was walking slowly after you, a whistled tune following from his pretty lips as he tucked his hands in his pockets smoothly.

The crunch of the broken wall alerted you to someone following you, your head turning as you stumbled down the driveway. You made eye contact with him as he continued to follow you, his haunting whistle and smirk shooting pains from your shoulder to your leg at the pure danger in his eyes as he strolled after you casually, almost as if he was watching you walk through a field of flowers and not running away from him as gunshots and screams played as a soundtrack for his chase. 

“Oh little bunny~”, his tone was condescending, mocking you as you stumbled away from him, “You’ll need to run faster if you don’t want me to catch you~”

Your steps stuttered, arms flailing to stop yourself from falling until you righted your steps, turning away from his dark eyes as he laughed, head thrown back and eyes closed until it snapped forward, eyes narrowed on your retreating figure. 

“And believe me, you really don’t want that.”, Jeongin called after you, his steps slowing slightly as his whistling picked up again, the song burned into your brain as a source of fear. 

Your fear increased ten-fold as he began singing, your heart stopping as his voice reached you. It caused conflicting emotions. The beauty of his voice made you want to stop and listen but as the lyrics registered, you wanted to simultaneously curl up in a ball and cry yourself to sleep and never wake up.

“Run, run for your life.”

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