Spin, Dare, Hide.

Spin, Dare, Hide.

A/N: The full first chapter of SDH! I'm back to being motivated so you get the full chapter after so long lmao

-18+, slight violence, swearing, jisung is a little shit, ateez kinda yandere towards the end

-ateez x reader, mentions of skz because Han Jisung is your bff

1 of 2 (We'll see how much more I write from today onwards)

this is TWELVE of 14 pages i have written lol... not edited or re-read

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Spin the bottle, hide and seek and truth or dare. Three separate games Jisung had decided to combine for a game he called SDH. Spin, dare, hide. The way it worked was a little too complicated for your liking, your head going blank as you listened to him explain it eight times over. You spin the bottle, the person it landed on is the seeker. You must do a dare they ask you and then you hide. You get a minute to hide. After that minute is done, your seeker has a time limit of 3 minutes to find you. If they find you, they do what they want with you. If you aren’t found, your past seeker spins the bottle and whoever it lands on swaps out and becomes the seeker. The game continues like this until either one person has not been found by anyone or the hider is found and “dealt with”, as Jisung phrased it. The only limit to the game was the extent of pain you could put a person through with your dare. You couldn’t ask your daree to hurt themselves or anyone else in an extreme fashion. The most you could ask would be a spank or a small slap on the face, even a slap on the wrist, forehead flicks included. That limit extended to the “do whatever you want to them” prize for finding the hider. The only pain you could inflict was determined before the actions were taken and done safely with consent. 

It was something you had played with Jisung, Chan and Hyunjin before, but sitting on the floor, listening to Jisung explain it all to Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho, you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The confusion on their faces was visible, Jisung cackling as he explained the pain limits set in place. Feeling a gaze on you that you knew wasn’t Jisungs, as he was busy staring down Yeosang who had a small blush covering his face, you turned to look around. Looking past them all, you landed on Wooyoung. His gaze was… intense. He was always the flirty one but the look in his eyes was determined. Almost like he was taking the challenge of the game personally. When you met his eyes though, they cleared and he smiled at you brightly, a small one tugging at your lips in response until Jisung smacked you on the shoulder.

He was still rambling about the game and you vaguely heard a question directed at you, just nodding along as you got lost in your thoughts. It wasn’t until you heard someone choking on their drink and Jisung shouting at you in pride that you snapped back into reality and looked around the group in confusion. The reactions were different, but each man now had a darker look behind their kind eyes. Mingi had been the one to choke, his face beet red as he smacked his chest. Wooyoung sported a massive smirk, looking eerily close to the joker smile. Hongjoong was watching you look at them with curiosity and the others were all just slightly red in the face. San was the only one you could really tell what he was thinking. His lips parted as his breathing picked up, his legs crossed and he stared at you with darkened, hooded eyes. It was clear he was imagining what he could do to you if he found you but a sharp nudge from Seonghwa on his side made him sit up, his previous state gone entirely as you watched him with wide eyes. 

Jisung caught your attention again, his eyes as wide as yours as you looked at him with so much visible confusion. 

“What?”

“Did you even hear me?”

“Oh.. no… Was I supposed to? You were explaining the game. I know how it works.”, you raised an eyebrow at Jisung.

He only answered with a laugh, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he continued to explain the little details of the game he created. He gave you no indication of just what you had agreed to when you were zoned out, his attitude more cocky than usual as he held you to him tightly. You huffed in annoyance and confusion as you sat, waiting for the explanation to be over. It took Jisung about three more minutes to finish explaining everything, questions answered and players ready. 

“Okay, someone grab a bottle! It’s time to play~”, Jisung cackled and rocked with you in his hold, your eyes rolling at his maniac-esk tendencies. 

“What did I agree to? I think it’s against the rules for me not to know.”

“Wrong! I made the rules, so for you, sweetpea, it’s not gonna harm you.”, Jisung planted a loud kiss on your cheek and you grunted, shoving him away to sit on the floor in front of him.

Yunho came back into the room with a bright smile and a half empty bottle of vodka in hand, followed by Yeosang who carried a bowl of snacks to the couch to share around. You accepted gratefully, munching on a small handful as everyone got settled in a circle, Jisung excluded. You called him a traitor as the last two settled down fully, the back of your head being smacked.

“Okay, now. Let’s start with a simple round of Truth or Drink. Don’t answer the truth and someone knows you’re lying, you drink. You get away with a lie and that’s that. Got it? Good. Jongho!”, Jisung pointed at Jongho as he shouted his name, the change in volume making you jump slightly against his legs, to which he laughed.

A simple hum answered him, Jongho leaning forward in his seat as Jisung copied him. His eyes darted down to you briefly before Jisung hummed obnoxiously loud, his eyes trailing back up to meet Jisung’s.

“Do you know who has the biggest dick?”

“Yeah.”, Jongho scoffed and turned his gaze to Seonghwa, “Hyung, did you eat my lunch yesterday?”

Seonghwa had the decency to look ashamed, his ears flushing red as he covered his mouth with his hand. He simply nodded and sat up straighter, staring daggers at Wooyoung who cowered away slightly. 

“Did you take my Star Wars Lego and re-gift it to me during the holidays?”

Wooyoung choked on air, his eyes widening in fear as Seonghwa stood from his spot, rage seeping from him as he made his way to the frantically mumbling Wooyoung. Hongjoong stopped them quickly but when Wooyoung muttered a small ‘yes’ before he booked it outside, Hongjoong had no hope against the force of angry Seonghwa as he barrelled after the culprit.

You sat in your spot, lips pressed together to stop the laughter from spilling through as Jisung cackled at your back, San looked unbothered, almost like he knew about the occurrences. The others looked slightly concerned for Wooyoung as scared screams from Wooyoung echoed as Seonghwa shouted profanities at him. Snacks were passed around as the chase continued outside and was soon forgotten as you ate, conversation flowing naturally until Seonghwa burst through the door with Wooyoung, a harsh grip on his ear as he dropped him where he was sitting previously. He retook his own seat, San patting his thigh comfortingly as Seonghwa huffed in anger. You let out a small giggle, the despair in his actions pulling it from you before you could stop it. The glare was turned to you quickly and you muttered apologies and bowed your head to him repeatedly, his glare leaving his eyes soon after as he calmed down fully.

“Oh Jisung~”, Wooyoung called out to your friend, “Have you kissed Y/n?”

Gasps filled the room and your jaw dropped, staring at the cocky look on Wooyoung’s face as he sipped his drink. Jisung hummed and ran his hand over your hair, your head shaking in response to the question before he grabbed the sides of it to stop you.

“No, but I can.”, he emphasized his point by planting a kiss on the top of your head, your jaw snapping shut as you punched Jisungs legs where you could reach.

“OK, since I asked someone already, San. Would you kiss one of the people beside you?”

You watched as his head turned to either side, glancing over his friends before he nodded, “Yeah. Probably would.”

A few cries of shock followed his answer, the two to his sides blushing red as they stared at the carpet below them. You smacked Jisung’s leg again, hand reaching for the snacks as the questions were passed between the rest of the boys. Soon enough, after a few angry chases through the backyard and a few insults here and there, your name was being called by Yeosang. You met his eyes easily, head tilted in question as you swallowed the mouthful of Doritos you had been crunching. 

“Would you make out with anyone in the room…minus Jisung?”, his eyes were curious as he held your gaze but you could feel the weight of the others’ darkened eyes on your frame as you thought for a moment.

With your eyes steadily on Yeosang, you licked your lips slowly, still thinking before you no longer had to, Yeosangs answering lip lick solidifying what you were, in all honesty, pretending to think about.

“Yes. In a heartbeat.”, your face lit up with a blush as they groaned, some shifting in their spots as others hid behind their hands to save face in front of you. 

“So why don’t you?”

“What?”, your head snapped to Jisung, a smirk playing at his lips as he watched the panic course through you. 

“Make out with one of them. I dare you.”

“This isn’t the game, Jisung.”

“Good thing a preliminary game of spin the bottle is next then huh?”

You groaned and smacked him, running your clammy hands over your face as you huffed out a breath of pure tension, “I think we get that you smashed together some games and forced us to play it for your pleasure.”

A few laughs greeted your ears, Jisung’s angry huff reaching you between the laughs before you had a smack landed on the top of your head. You groaned a little and rubbed your head, glaring up at Jisung from your spot. 

“Unnecessary!” 

“Shut up. Fine, we’ll just start the game. Since our dear Y/n decided to ruin our pre-game, she’ll spin first!~”, Jisung pushed you forwards slightly, your hands catching you as you fell forward. 

You sat upright with a huff and shook your head, reaching for the bottle that Yunho still held. The level of vodka in it had dropped and you raised an eyebrow, his sheepish smile answering all your questions. You let it go and set the bottle in the middle of your circle, sitting on your knees at arm’s length away from it, you grasped the body and spun it. Watching it spin, your heart rate picked up, the bottle slowly coming to a stop as you stared at it. You didn’t want to look away from it, if it had landed on him, you knew you would be found and there was no telling just what would happen. 

You felt all their gazes on you as you stared holes into the bottle, the neck pointing somewhere to your front right. A throat clearing made your shoulders jump, your eyes flicking away from the bottle in the general direction of Jisung behind you with a glare. You took a deep breath, staring at the bottle still. Exhaling sharply as you glanced up to meet your seeker’s eyes, you froze. You were fearing being seeked out by Wooyoung but seeing Hongjoong staring you down, head tilted down slightly and to the side as he smirked, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he watched you, you knew you had been afraid of the wrong person. 

Red rushed over your face, a sympathizing chuckle coming from someone to your left and as you glanced over quickly, you were surprised to see Yeosang smirking at you in a similar way. The blush heated your face quicker, your cheeks burning as you glanced back at Hongjoong, who had shifted to kneel in his spot between Mingi and Jongho. You met his dark eyes, his head tilting further in silence as he picked up on your spike of fear.

“The captain first. How fitting! Now, you have to give her a dare! She can’t say no.”, Jisung interrupted your staring contest, your fear dying in your chest slowly as the look faded from Hongjoong’s face. 

A bright smile pulled at the captain's lips as he watched you closely, his hands clasping together on his thighs as everyone sat in nervous silence. 

“I dare you…”, Hongjoong met your apprehensive gaze as his darkened once more, Jisung at your back oblivious to the look as he flirted with San, “I dare you to go the rest of the night without your shirt on.”

Cat calls echoed around your head, your eyes widening as you held his gaze once more, his smile dropping into a smirk in a split second as you shook your head. 

“That’s unreasonable. I’m not-”, your denial was cut off by the sound of fabric ripping, your eyes darting down at the sudden chill on your torso only to see your shirt in two halves hanging around your hips. 

You gasped in shock, one of your favourite shirts ripped so easily but as you looked to the side to see Jongho and Yeosang with similarly hovering hands, you saw red.

“What the fuck?! I get this is a game to you all but I take destroying my possessions very seriously! So if one of you wants to stop and fucking think about how much I enjoy my possessions, that would be great!”

You were fuming. Your fists clenching as your chest heaved, eyes squeezed shut in anger while you tried to keep the tears away. Silence followed your outburst, gazes set on your form as Jisung rubbed your bare shoulders. 

“Well? Is anyone gonna say something? Anything to let me know that you aren’t complete assholes?!”

The continued silence made you huff, your eyes snapping open only to make eye contact with Seonghwa who was now kneeling in front of you, eyes darker than the night sky and swirling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place as his hand shot out to grip your chin between two long fingers. 

“I’d watch how you talk to us if you want to make it out later.”, his voice was deeper than you had ever heard it, rivaling Mingi’s as he leaned forward to whisper darkly in your ear, “You won’t be walking out of this house normally anyways, don’t make it worse for yourself, pet.”

He pulled away abruptly, his harsh grip leaving your face as it heated rapidly, his eyes brightening as he took his previous spot. All eyes were on you as you inhaled shakily, your eyes clearing of the anger that was previously swirling in them and instead fogging over in a headspace you never thought Park Seonghwa would be able to induce, even if just slightly as he promised you your demise. 

Jisung cleared his throat sharply, smacking his hands down on your shoulders. You jumped in your spot at the touch, your mind miles away from the current situation until that moment as Jisung began rambling off the rules again. 

“One minute to hide, as soon as you leave the room, Y/N, it’ll start. Hongjoong you have three to find her. You fail, you spin and swap out. Then it starts over until we either run out of men or our dear hider is found.”, Jisung made eye contact with everyone in the room, making sure they nodded before he slapped you over the head, “Get a move on! We only have so much time.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding the eyes of everyone as you stepped to the edge of the living room, your legs hesitating mid-step as you glanced back at Jisung for reassurance. Seeing his answering nod at your gaze, you sighed lowly and booked it from the room, your steps echoing as you clambered away from the heavy energy. Jisung’s shout for the timer starting had your heart quickening as you looked into every room you could, eyes searching for that perfect spot you knew no one would look in.

You even considered the trash can in the kitchen before you heard low laughs coming from the room across from it, looking up to see San watching you. The darkness in his eyes had you sprinting from any room even remotely close to the living room, your hands shaking as you considered just jumping in the shower or the linen closet and praying that whatever Hongjoong had planned for you was innocent and painless. 

You figured that closets, under beds, in the shower or behind curtains would be searched first, followed by behind chairs in corners or large piles of blankets or clothes, your mind racing with thoughts on how you could possibly hide in a way that would ensure you would be free to win the game and have the boys fight it out as they hid amongst themselves. Jisung shouted ‘20 seconds’ into the house, the slight murmur from the group dying down slightly as you froze, head turning around the room frantically.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hide goddamnit!”, you scolded yourself, scanning every last corner of the room before you came up with a plan. 

Grabbing pants from the closet, you stuffed them haphazardly with pillows, standing them on shoes behind the curtains before closing them to create a space of darkness, Jisung starting a countdown from 15 seconds as you frantically stuffed another pair of pants to hold with you for your plan. 

“3!”

Your hands shook as you closed the door to the room, body pressed against the wall as tightly as possible to minimize the obvious gap when it opened.

“2!”

You held the pants and shoes in one arm, tucked against your chest as you covered your mouth with the waistband. 

“1!”

You heard shuffling from downstairs, your eyes closing as you tried to control your breathing. 

“Ready or not, here I come~”, Hongjoong’s voice carried up the stairs as he climbed them steadily, “I’ll find you sooner or later, bunny. You can hide, but you can’t run.”

The sharp edge to his words made you clam up, your hands slipping slightly and causing your elbow to knock against the door lightly. You gasped as quietly as you could, free hand clamping down harshly on your mouth as a shadow filled the doorway, the hallway light only silhouetting his figure as he opened the door. He swung it open slowly, his hand splayed on the wood as you waited for it to collide with your body. The hit was far from obvious as he left it to rest just centimeters from your body, his eyes narrowed and predatory as you shook slightly.

The curtain rings did you a favor, sliding slightly to adjust to the positioning and drawing his attention from the other side of the room. His smirk grew noticeably in the darkness of the room, the hallway lights seeming to glint off his canine as he stalked towards the curtains, his eyes trained down on the set of shoes just barely peeking from behind them. 

“Oh little bunny. You could’ve at least tried to get away~”, his smug look was wiped from his face as he violently pulled open the curtains, the noise allowing you to slip out of the room as Jisung shouted ‘2 minutes left’. 

The door creaked slightly as you snuck out of your spot, Hongjoong freezing as you booked it. A cruel laugh filled the air moments later as the sound of a door slamming shut took over the house. Shivers went down everyone's spines at the following laughter, his words making you stumble as you ran into the library room that was really just a desk and a few bookshelves. 

“If I find you, little bunny, you’ll wish you never ran. I’ll make sure of it. You’ll make such a pretty bunny for us, covered in our marks and drenched in our cum.”

He made no indication that he heard the door to the room squeaking but as you slid between the shelves on the wall of the door, your stuffed pants casting a shadow under the desk for him to see as he swung the door open fully, a mocking click of his tongue following, you knew he had heard it. 

“Oh bunny. You should’ve been quieter. Maybe then you would have had it easier.”, he stood still in front of the desk, his shoulders lifting with his heavy breaths as he stared down the top of it, “But poor bunny thinks we’re dumb-”

“Hey Captain! 10 seconds!”, Jisung shouted up the stairs.

“Your tricks may have worked, but whoever is next will not be as accepting of your tricks.”

“Game!”, Jisungs shout startled you slightly, Hongjoong leaving the room before he paused.

“Your little games will get you hurt, bunny. I’d be careful.”, he growled his words at you, fingers tapping against the bookshelf you were squished between as he left the room. 

You sighed in relief, slipping from your spot to breathe properly for a minute as you gathered your decoy, going back to gather your other one as Jisung shouted up to you that you have some extra time as the bottle spun. Your hands steadied quite quickly with the news, your hands working double time to stuff some more pillows into pants, placing one behind the curtains again, another in the shower, replacing the one under the desk and shoving one under a bed. All that was left was you, Jisung’s call of your official time starting putting the shake back in your hands.

You had one minute to hide again, your decoys calming your mind slightly until you ended up in front of the locked door at the very end of the hall. The red light that was usually on in the room was absent for now as you stared at it, a call of 30 seconds shaking your mind as you turned away from it, stumbling into the closest room you could reach. 

You looked around frantically, eyes finding the doors that led to a small balcony quickly. You huffed but gave in, opening the doors with a huff. You could hide behind chairs, the giant potted plant or you could stand on the edge and pray no one walked out. SIghing heavily, you pressed yourself against the wall beside a large plant right by the doors. A faint shout of Jisung’s voice told you that the new seeker was out and searching for you. Opening doors slowly sounded less muffled as he approached the room you were in, his voice muffled while he searched for you. The door to the room opened slower than the rest of the doors, the slow squeak of the hinges making you cringe as you pressed yourself against the cold wall. 

“I see you know what you’re doing. I don’t appreciate these little games you think you can get away with, doll. When we find you, you will regret it. Mark my words. If I don’t ensure it, then I know for a fact that the others will when they find out your little mind games. Jisung forbade us from telling the others what happens on our hunts…”, a door slammed open, “So you’re safe with your little decoys until someone doesn’t fall for them.”

The growl his voice took on was bone-chilling, the anger and anticipation behind it making you shiver more violently than the cold breeze had been, your entire body tensing as the patio doors opened one by one. 

“You’re lucky my time just ended, doll. A shame we don’t get to play just yet… I’ll have my chance with you and by god will you regret everything.”, his head poked through the doors, making eye contact with you immediately and you whimpered.

The smirk on his face was nothing less than cruel as he watched you shiver, your eyes wide as he watched you until you gasped, fully registering your situation. You shook your head, hands waving in front you as you stepped back slightly. 

“J-Jongho no, t-the time ended!”, your voice trembled as he watched you panic, an easy smile replacing his smirk.

“I’m aware, doll. It’s best you come inside for now if you keep planning to hide out here. You’ll get sick.”, he tugged you inside, his large hand warm against your smaller one as the warm air of the house washed over you.

“Thank you…”, you murmured as Jisung shouted for Jongho again, his heat disappearing back downstairs to spin the bottle as you warmed up slowly.

The minute it took for the bottle to land and Jisung to shout up to you felt like ages, your last decoy being replaced under blankets on a bed. Your brain was short-circuiting. You had no idea who was next, it could be Wooyoung, it could be Seonghwa or it could be Yeosang. Either way, you were terrified of those three for the moment as you slotted yourself under the bed the decoy was on. It was a dumb spot and you would be lying your ass off if you said you couldn’t hear past your own heartbeat for a few seconds as footsteps trailed up the stairs, oddly heavy for any of the boys. 

The sound of two doors swinging open at once sent alarm bells off in your head again as you picked up on two separate footstep patterns entering rooms opposite your hiding place. You had closed the door to be extra safe, leaving the door to the room of your last hiding place open just to throw them off. Regret filled your panicked being as you watched four shadows extend from under the door to the room you were in.

Of course they sent up two and of course Jisung allowed it. Why wouldn’t he? He was always rooting for your failure in a best friend way, just as he was always trying to get you laid. Maybe that was his plan with this godforsaken game, you thought. The door opened slowly with an extended creek sending shivers down your spine as you indirectly met Wooyoung's dark gaze from under the bed, San’s sharp eyes scanning the room slowly, gaze just as filled with a promise of danger.

Watching San’s arm lift to point subtly at the decoy on the bed, you let out the smallest whimper you could, hands clasped over your mouth and nose to hide your heavy breathing as they approached opposite sides of the beds. 

“Oh princess. You could have hid so much better!”, San’s voice was overly cheerful as you watched his foot tap in eight counts.

“Unless our little baby just couldn’t wait to be found~”, Wooyoung's voice matched San’s cheerful tone as he added to the teasing.

The swoosh of blankets covered the noises of shock they no doubt made, the muted thump made your heart race, knowing they wouldn’t leave the blankets on the floor to sweep up the dust of the day. The veined hands gripping the pile confirmed your thoughts, a slight peek of hair nearly exposing your spot as they bent to pull the covers over the decoy. They whispered to each other, the annoyance hidden in their tones now present as they scanned the room once more before they left with heavy steps.

Their posture screamed disappointment but being under the bed stopped you from seeing the small smirk shared between them as Jisung called time moments after your door closed. The silence and heat building in the room suffocated you slowly, your hands fumbling with the door until you were able to breathe in different air, your mind racing at the possibilities of them sending up another group of two, maybe even a group of three if Jisung was feeling like causing more chaos. 

The troublemakers next call of your time had you rushing into the bathroom, hands fumbling with the decoy to chuck it outside, no longer caring if it led whoever was next straight to you. You were flustered, scared and becoming increasingly panicked at what the others were planning as they sent away each seeker. A heavy set of footsteps trailed slowly up the stairs, your mind jumping Yunho as the stairs creaked under the weight of whoever was ascending. They had to be larger than Hongjoong or Yeosang, their stature a little too small for you to believe it was one of them making their way up

. Your thoughts came to a sudden stop as you heard a mumble, his deep voice chilling you to the bone as you realized it was probably Mingi who was now searching for you. You weren’t afraid of Mingi for the game, but he was observant when he needed to be and he needed to be, so you were concerned. Your hands trembled as you flattened yourself against the bottom of the tub, the showerhead staring you down threateningly as the sound of his footsteps got closer. 

The panic clouding your brain hid the change in heaviness of the steps, the lighter tone of the voice responding to someone you could only pray was downstairs, but hearing no shout from Jisung at that moment, you just knew they had sent up an overly coordinated pair. That, or they walked so slowly up the stairs trying to match their steps that they lost all of their time, Jisung’s voice shouting ‘5 seconds’ confirming your running thoughts as 3 separate voices began complaining. You could recognize the tones of Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang. A shiver traversed your spine as you realized that Yeosang could have found you in that moment, their overly careful planning to walk up the stairs saving you for one last round. Saving you for Seonghwa. 

Sitting up in the tub, you couldn’t help but think that maybe leaving you to Seonghwa last was on purpose. The feeling he gave you before, surrounded by the other boys in the circle only spelled danger and dominance. You were terrified of it. The sharp change in the way he acted towards you to how he acted on the regular like a Care Bear murdering a child. Unexpected and completely out of the usual character you were used to. Your mind raced at the hiding spots you could get away with, mentally checking off places you hid decoys or hid for the others until you reached the small office room in your pacing, Jisung’s delayed call of your start time only fueling your fear knowing that Seonghwa had probably asked for his call for your time to start later. Letting you sit in your panic, letting it build slowly for him to make it burst when he began his hunt.

HIs confidence was overwhelming from that one non-verbal cue to you and you knew he would find you, probably paid off Jisung to let the guys tell him where you were so he could narrow down your location. He was already in your head and Jisung had just called your start time, your hands shaking as you closed the office door slowly so the hinges wouldn’t creek as they did when Hongjoong had followed you into the room previously. 

Your decoy sat under the desk still and you sighed, deciding to hide between the shelves on the far right side of the room, the desk nearly perfectly parallel to your small hiding spot. Hongjoong’s mocking call of ‘ready or not, here he comes’ did nothing to help your nerves, your hands sweating against the dark wood of the bookshelf in front of you, your ears straining for any sound of Seonghwa that you couldn’t find.

He was deadly silent climbing the stairs, no doors squeaked as they opened (if he opened them) and you were trembling as the door to the office slowly swung open. The large, veined hand on the wood was the only thing giving away his presence until he stepped into the room, eyes fixed on the desk with an intensity you never saw in his eyes. His lips curled at the shadow under the desk, his head tilting as his tongue poked out to run over his plush bottom lip.

“I appreciate your commitment to the decoy under the desk, pet. It’s clever. For dumb little girls who don’t know when to give themselves up.”

His voice was deep again, eyes never leaving the desk as he approached it, hands slamming down the surface. He hung his head slightly, his fluffy hair dropping to hide his eyes from your  fearful gaze. 

“I’ll give you a choice, pet. You come out of your own free will, walk downstairs with me in that pretty little bra and we go easy on you.”, he scoffed out a small laugh, his hands drawing your attention as he reached into his pocket, a small pocket knife glinting in his pretty hands, “Or~ You don’t. I pull you from that pathetic little hiding spot and drag you down those stairs where you get used by us until you can’t even lift a finger. Jisung was a good little boy…”

The silence made him hum, his hand flipping the knife open and closed over and over with a steady click. He laughed mockingly as the silence carried, your stubbornness amusing him as he tilted his head.

“He was too easy for San to seduce. All it took was a few touches on his thigh, some compliments and he was caving, telling us all your dirty little kinks. Yeah he gave us everything we needed to know. And then he left!”

His cruel laugh made you tear up. Of course Jisung caved to San’s false advances. The fucker probably took the car too, not even leaving you a text to explain how he fed you to the wolves. You were drawn from your angry thoughts towards Jisung by the rough scrape of the blade on the wooden surface of the desk. 

“I’ll give you… one minute. You had a minute to hide for us. You get a minute to decide how good you want to be for us.”, He was standing up straight again, his fingers drumming the desk as he put the knife away. 

The silence was only broken by his drumming and a slow, mocking countdown to your inevitable demise, his voice deep but airy as he counted to your end. Your heartbeat was rapid in your chest and you could swear if Seonghwa was silent for even a second, he’d hear it pounding against the wood of the bookshelf. Your thoughts overwhelmed your awareness of your actions, your breathing getting a little out of hand with your increasing heart rate as the countdown dropped to ‘5~’ and suddenly stopped.

By the time your mind caught up with the lack of counting and the heat of the darkened eyes suddenly on you, a harsh grip was on your hair, pulling you from your spot roughly. You hadn’t even seen him move, your legs buckling at the sudden motion, causing you to stumble into Seonghwa’s chest, his eyes beating down on the top of your head as you pushed away from him slightly to get some space for your racing thoughts to calm. You had no time to begin to calm yourself as his soft lips brushed your ear teasingly, his voice nothing but a growl as he whispered to you. 

“Run for me now, pet. Let’s have some fun~”

Your mind ran blank as he nudged you towards the door, your feet carrying you faster out of the room, your panic leading you to the bathroom once more, closing the door with much more force than necessary. The coldness of the tub stole your breath as you laid down again, the reflection of the showerhead letting you see the door open slowly just as every other door had. The image was too distorted for closer objects, a slight blur showing you Seonghwa’s figure walking further into the room but not allowing you further sight on him. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breathing and your heart to listen to his movements.

Hearing none, just a slight shuffle you were sure you made, you opened your eyes just in time to see his large hand twisting the cold water tap for the shower. You gasped at his hand, his dark eyes peeking around the curtain just as ice cold water poured down onto you from above, your eyes closing as you shrieked at the cold, hands raising to try and block some of the stream. They were soon tugged down though, a new face hovering above yours as you thrashed about in the tub, heart racing as you glanced up.

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part 2

there’s just something about cruel seonghwa that gets me going istg

they really said “you top, i’ll bottom”

Don't say I didn't warn you.

It's Han Jisung (his hentai boobies + slutty little waist)'s era 🤷🏻‍♀️

Spin, Dare, Hide.

A/N: A small teaser of a new series I'm writing because i watched "All Fun and Games" and got inspired.

-Ateez x Reader, skz mentioned

-18+, mature content to come, there will be swearing. drinking is implied.

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Spin the bottle, hide and seek and truth or dare. Three separate games Jisung had decided to combine for a game he called SDH. Spin, dare, hide. The way it worked was a little too complicated for your liking, your head going blank as you listened to him explain it eight times over. You spin the bottle, the person it landed on is the seeker. You must do a dare they ask you and then you hide. You get a minute to hide. After that minute is done, your seeker has a time limit of 3 minutes to find you. If they find you, they do what they want with you.

If you aren’t found, your past seeker spins the bottle and whoever it lands on swaps out and becomes the seeker. The game continues like this until either one person has not been found by anyone or the hider is found and “dealt with”, as Jisung phrased it. The only limit to the game was the extent of pain you could put a person through with your dare. You couldn’t ask your daree to hurt themselves or anyone else in an extreme fashion.

The most you could ask would be a spank or a small slap on the face, even a slap on the wrist, forehead flicks included. That limit extended to the “do whatever you want to them” prize for finding the hider. The only pain you could inflict was determined before the actions were taken and done safely with consent. 

It was something you had played with Jisung, Chan and Hyunjin before, but sitting on the floor, listening to Jisung explain it all to Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho, you wanted to be anywhere else but there. The confusion on their faces was visible, Jisung cackling as he explained the pain limits set in place.

Feeling a gaze on you that you knew wasn’t Jisungs, as he was busy staring down Yeosang who had a small blush covering his face, you turned to look around. Looking past them all, you landed on Wooyoung. His gaze was… intense. He was always the flirty one but the look in his eyes was determined. Almost like he was taking the challenge of the game personally. When you met his eyes though, they cleared and he smiled at you brightly, a small one tugging at your lips in response until Jisung smacked you on the shoulder.

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Full chapter to come whenever i have a night off again because i got more hours at night :D

day 10 · 「four-letter word」

❝𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.❞

➥ Coworker!Minho x Reader (f) — 3k

➥ The author chooses not to tag every single act to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Intense hate sex, impact play, choking, objectifying language.

➥ He thinks you’re a Granger level know-it-all. You think he’s a Malfoy level showoff. That tension is either going to resolve with a punch on his fucking beautiful face, or…

Excellent dinner at the Michelin-rated restaurant of a hotel out of the city. Everyone at the table sharply dressed looking fine as hell. Three men representing the potential client firm having a great time, laughing, drinking, completely clueless of the storm brewing in front of them because across the table the atmosphere was tense as fuck behind the saccharine smiles four people were flashing.

Everybody at work knew you and Minho were at each other’s throats every chance you got. It wasn’t some rival shit anymore, but more like you belonged to families with generations of blood feud between them, scheming, poaching, doing whatever was necessary to have the upper hand over the other. Even though your new CEO was alerted of the heavy beef between you two, she ordered you to figure your shit out and assigned you both as account executives since you and Minho had a rep for being the ‘closers’ of the firm.

This dinner was of vital importance. The clients in question were going to bring in hundreds of thousands, which meant a lot was at stake to endure a temper tantrum of you two, so you were strictly instructed to behave at all costs. Your direct supervisors were sitting on either side of you as babysitters-turned-bomb defusers, trying to conceal their nervous sweating to the best of their ability. They just wanted to get this shit over with as soon as they could so that they could go back to their rooms upstairs and ask for retirement or something the next day.

“Stop trying to fucking undermine me in front of these people,” you whispered into Minho’s ear, your perfect smile leaving no room to suspect homicidal intent, “We’re equals here.”

“You seem to think that a lot, but I’m yet to see you land an account yourself when I’m in the game,” he reciprocated equally quietly. His cheekbones were so charmingly raised that to an outsider it actually looked like you were classily flirting.

“God, I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

You couldn’t fucking stand the guy to the extent that you wanted to have a violent street fight with him no holds barred. Arrogant fuck thinking he was the shit, on your ass every minute of every day as if someone was paying him to annoy you.

“Well, Mr. Lee made one compelling case, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to resist anymore,” one of the three men reached for his glass, “Shall we make a toast for our new partnership?”

Your heart fell to your stomach, but you glued your cracking façade as much as you could and joined the celebration. Shortly after, you apologized for not feeling well, which technically wasn’t a lie at all, and politely excused yourself from the table so that you could go back to your room and scream into a pillow.

Mr. Lee? Mr. fucking Lee made a compelling case? It was your case that you built with your bare hands. It was your strategy that drove this whole thing home. All this motherfucker did was to manipulate the conversation so that he would be the one to get your points across, and Mr. Lee was the reason they couldn’t fucking resist?!

You were stomping in the hallway of your floor when you heard the ding of the other elevator and hurried steps behind you, and the scent of his cologne reached you before he could.

“Don’t even,” you pointed your finger at Minho menacingly, nostrils flared, eyes widened, pure rage written all over your face.

“Listen—”

“I’m not listening to shit,” you spat through your clenched teeth, “God, I wanna fucking punch you in the mouth!”

“Is your fist shaped like your pussy because I’m kinda into that shit,” he brazenly uttered, successfully managing to quadruple your fury.

“Fuck you, Minho!”

“Hey!”

He grabbed you from your wrist and trapped you against a wall so that you would stay in your place.

“Just when the fuck are you going to admit you have the hots for me?” he asked seriously, eyes a little squinted but with genuine curiosity in them.

“The fuck are you on about?” you retorted, exasperation dripping from your voice.

“I’m talking about this massive sexual tension we have,” his smirk grew wider, and you could feel the amount of venom boiling in your stomach with how annoyed you were, “You’re so fucking weak for me, your knees start shaking every time I walk into a room.”

“Out of anger, yes. I wanna roundhouse kick your stupid face!”

“You’re sure you’re gonna land that? You’ve been missing the point a lot lately.”

It was as if he was doing it on purpose. He wasn’t even pushing a certain button; Minho was straight up keyboard smashing at this point, and your rage finally got the best of you.

“Just what the FUCK do you want from me?!”

You had every intention of landing a heartfelt slap on that porcelain skin you couldn’t stand looking at, but all you could see was your hand stopped midair by Minho’s inhumane reflexes. You pushed him away from his chest, panting out of your nose, and all your blood was rushing to your face whereas Minho’s was rushing to…

…his crotch.

You thought your eyes were playing a trick on you for a second, but it was impossible not to notice. His raging hard on was quite literally staring at you, so much so that your attention was channeled to it in the middle of a frantic fit.

“Oh my god, you weren’t kidding,” you uttered in an eerily calm tone compared to moments ago, “You’re actually into that shit.”

The Lee Minho a.k.a the crassest and most shameless motherfucker you’d ever come across was getting flustered right in front of your face all of a sudden. He swallowed thickly as if he was getting called out about something drastically embarrassing, and now you had a theory you needed to prove.

“You go to such ridiculous lengths for it. You want me to get mad at you,” you squinted your eyes and took a step towards him, “You fucking get off to that, don’t you?”

“Stop that,” Minho threateningly uttered and started walking away to his own room right next to yours.

Oh, there was no way you were going to let this go. 

You followed suit after him with a maniacally content smile and started forcefeeding him multiple doses of his own medicine.

“You want to fuck the shit out of me, but you can’t bring yourself to initiate it.” 

“Stop it.”

“You want me to make a move.”

“I said stop it.”

“You hate how much you want me.”

“This is your last warning. Shut the fuck up before I blow your back out,” Minho turned around foaming at the mouth, but you weren’t exactly sure which one of the two possibilities that was induced by.

“Yeah? Or else, what, you’re gonna show me my place?”

“Yes, I will,” he gritted his teeth, eyes widening even more. 

His pupils were so blown wide that it was actually laughable. You let out a derisive snort and took three steps to reach your door.

“I’m right here if you want to obliterate me,” you taunted nonchalantly and faced him, “but it’s not happening if you can’t swallow your pride. I’m never gonna cave first.”

When you swiped the keycard on the door and pushed the handle down, you could almost hear someone doing a countdown in the distance as if some rocket was about to be launched.

Five, four, three, two, one…

“You fucking…”

Less than a second later, you felt Minho’s hand on your shoulder turning you around, and your lips were under fire by his. You yanked on his tie to pull him inside, and after slamming the door close, you started ripping clothes off of each other, not as a figure of speech at all. Buttons breaking, zippers rupturing, fabric tearing, biting, grunting, jaws clenching. Remove the libido, and you were actually having a physical altercation right then and there.

“Yes, having you hate me is the biggest fucking kink I have, you happy now? You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,” Minho slammed you against a wall even though there was a perfectly fine bed right in front of him, “It’s fucking annoying how beautiful you are. I’m gonna absolutely dishevel that face.”

He had a pretty good head start by smearing your lipstick all over with how hard he was kissing you, sloppy, wet, adamant to ruin your makeup in full. You were groping each other everywhere, and the difference was so subtle—the line between wanting to bruise each other and not being able to get enough of one another was so blurry that no sane person would be able to discern it.

His grunts turned animalistically guttural when he finally felt your slick at his fingertips, absolutely drooling over how slippery it was already.

“You hate me, huh?” he hysterically laughed, “Then what the fuck is this?”

When he landed a slap on your pussy, even you yourself didn’t expect to moan that loudly. The obscenely wet sound it made, the pleasant sizzle that spread, the feeling of being desired in such a twisted way…

You loved this.

“Do it again,” you breathily demanded.

And Minho’s knees almost gave way seeing how much you seemed to enjoy it.

“You’re a fucking sicko. God, you’re so my type.” 

He slapped your pussy once more, then his hands started kneading your ass with his mouth glued to yours as though he was trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips, practically gnawing on them. You promptly felt a fuller impact on the supple skin of your hips, slowly burning in the shape of Minho’s palm.

“Rip me to shreds,” you snarled, craving something sicker to rush through your veins, but Minho’s hesitation was flashing all over his face.

“You can’t take it back if I start.”

“Do it.”

“You actually want to get yourself decimated?” 

“Fucking do it!!!”

“Then hit me.”

For a moment, you couldn’t be sure if he really meant it or not. The exact shade of doubt colored your eyes and forced a pause in your movements.

“I’m dead serious. Do it,” Minho put an end to your equivocation.

This was your chance to avenge everything that had ever happened. 

You mustered all the times he made your life a living hell, all the frustration he had ever caused you, and all the times he scored unfair goals within your palm and struck him on the face really hard.

You quite literally had daydreamed about this more times than you were willing to admit, so the satisfaction that coursed through your body was dizzying. Nevertheless, even in that darkness, how Minho started seeing red was so obvious, and that tinge of fear was pumping excess doses of adrenaline into your veins.

“Oh, I’m gonna wear you like a fucking sleeve,” he quietly hissed, barely giving you any notice to brace yourself.

One of his hands harshly wrapping a leg around his waist and the other aligning himself with your oozing hole, Minho rammed himself into you at full force, and stretching you was not even the least of his concerns.

“You deserve to get fucked in all your holes,” he spoke through gritted his teeth, “Maybe you’ll finally shut the fuck up!”

No mercy. Sharpest thrusts you ever felt in your life impaling you, full of rage, full of fury, full of fatal lust, just full, erasing the distinction between pain and pleasure for good.

You hated this guy. You hated his guts more than anything in this world. He was the worst. Worse than a raging criminal. Lee Minho as a human being was a pet peeve of yours.

Then why did it feel like he was completing you?

“You want me, too,” he slithered his fingers into your hair, “God, you want me so fucking bad. You’re dripping wet.”

Yes, you apparently did. You just had no idea how much up until this moment.

You wrapped your hands around his throat and sank your fingertips deeper when he yanked on your hair. He was still trying to kiss you, throbbing hard inside you as you were choking him. The tighter your grip got, the more aggressive his kisses became, tugging on the flesh until your lips were raw.

“I so wanna fuck that mouth, but I can’t let go of your cunt,” his voice came out somewhere between a whine and a grunt, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

His thrusts suddenly turned more frantic, and he was hitting so deep inside that you could almost feel him in the pit of your stomach. Minho had reached a whole new level of frenzy that even if you wanted to put up a front just to mess with the satisfaction he got from dismantling you, you were physically unable to do it. Your moans were alarmingly loud, and if your supervisors heard you at this moment, they would be convinced you were finally trying to murder each other.

“What? What is it? Didn’t expect it to feel that good, did you?” he jeered, extremely content with how he was diminishing you into this panting drooling mess, “How does it feel having the best fuck of your life with the man you absolutely despise? How does it feel, huh?!”

It happened so fast that you couldn’t even process how Minho lifted you up and threw you on the mattress behind him. He stood tall right by the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder, and started going to town on you. The only piece of skin you were able to reach was his thighs, and you were scratching them so hard that you were about to draw blood.

“It feels like the best kind of hell,” you answered his question with a grin on your face.

And Minho was gone.

You had never seen someone orgasm that hard before. Deep, husky growls coming so deep from his throat like he was in pain when in fact he was getting high on the most intense kind of ecstasy, his entire body convulsing, sweat trickling down his fantastic figure onto your chest, and his eyes squeezed shut as he spilled and spilled and spilled inside you. He came so much as if he had been saving all his load for you all his life, for this precise moment to fill you up, to watch it gush out of you like a thick coat of varnish over a magnificent work of art.

Partly due to how most of his strength was gone, partly because how his hunger wasn’t satiated at all, Minho dropped to his knees in front of you, salivating over how your cunt was sodden with him and throbbing for more.

“You’re finally where you deserve to be,” you propped up on your elbows and pushed his face into you, “Clean up your mess.”

You said Clean up, but Minho heard Get as messy as you can. He closed his mouth over your soaked folds and started circling his tongue around your swollen clit, ruining the sheets under you with your slick, his cum, and the coat of spit he was covering you with. He was lost in sheer rapture, sucking your soul out of you with his eyes closed, making lewd sounds of contentment while feasting on you to repletion.

“Not enough,” he licked a long drag from your entrance to your clit, “Not… fucking… enough.”

His slender fingers prodded your entrance and slid inside with absolute lack of difficulty, caressing the engorged walls while fucking his cum as deep into you as he could. His sucks had morphed into slippery glides of his tongue to get you to throb in his mouth, slipping in a sneaky kiss here and there while fingering you hard.

“Do it,” he spoke into your pussy like a desperate moan, eyes refusing to open at any cost to bask in this fever dream a while longer, “Let it go. Do it on my face.”

You clenched as hard as you could as he kept stimulating a dangerously delicious spot inside you, his tongue still at work on your folds, and you kept imagining the same thing over and over again to win this mental battle. 

Lee Minho’s face. Drenched with you. Dripping down his chin. Disheveled to pulchritude.

When he started moaning into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and completely let go, dousing all his irritatingly handsome features with your cum. Minho was in love with the perfect mess he created out of you, still kissing and licking every inch, risking a severe case of overstimulation, but it was worth it. He let you savor the concoction you contrived together with a kiss long and deep, much tamer than anything you’d done to each other thus far. 

It tasted like a seamless medley on your tongue.

It took a long while for both of you to cool down and come to your senses. Once the breathing sounds echoing in the room turned down to a humane rhythm, your voice penetrated the thick silence.

“Why do you hate me so much, Minho?”

He took one glance at you and got up from the bed, then put on one of the bathrobes in the closet in front of him.

“Haven’t you ever heard of boys pulling the hair of the girls they like?” he spoke with his usual annoyingly teasing tone while picking up his shredded clothes from the floor, “Get a fucking grip and open your eyes. I’m not gonna spell this out for you.”

Your heart fell to your stomach again as Minho left the room, but quite differently than the way it did earlier that night.

All this time, you were sure what you were feeling for each other was a four-letter word.

But maybe the vowel you had bought was the wrong one.

「© 2023, exxxtraoddinary · No translations, rewrites, or reposts permitted」

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Idk why but for some reason I really love your happy death day series, like the horror and despair it radiates while reading this is So Well Written! Though why did the skz kill readers parents? Like was it just a purge moment thing and then they got stuck on them, picking off their friends and making reader feel even more alone? Really good work though!

this is the best compliment i’ve ever gotten 😭 thank you so much!

i didn’t include it in the story to keep it more action based, but in my head, skz had a bad encounter with readers parents (they ran a huge business for security systems) and had gone to get revenge for a faulty one once they had denied service/refunds, saw reader and decided they just had to have her.

thank you so much for reading 🫶🏻