I Don't Know How To React To This. I Mean... YES PLEASE But Also PLEASE HAVE MERCY. Like...did I Just

I don't know how to react to this. I mean... YES PLEASE but also PLEASE HAVE MERCY. Like...did I just sign my demise or enter in paradise

I think we as an ARMY Society, move on from iconic Namjoon looks too fast. Just saying.

It's 1am here. I can't. He is sooo...I can't. Nope. LOOK AT THAT SMILE

#KIM F*CKING NAMJOON EVERYONE

#this man is going to be the death of me

Anyway, back to the usual.

Today, Namjoon’s pretty smile…

HA GOT YOU!

Lured you into a false sense of security, never trust a Hard Stan!

Red Light - Silent Smile

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, Angst, some Fluff though too. Kind of.

Warnings: Yoongi. Technically talk of cannibalism, death, mentions of blood/bodily fluid. MC is injured but not too seriously. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Nothing can ever go your way. All you wanted was a calm morning and instead your office door got ripped off its hinges.

Notes: Back at it! I hope you all enjoy. This takes a good few days after Tea and Crumpets, it might be beneficial to go reread as much as you can heh.

This is Part 29 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here ♥️

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There’s a rapt knock on your door, arrogantly enough to draw you away from the paperwork you’ve been diligently doing for your… Superiors. Usually a distraction would be welcome, but in this case you know it’s no one you care to see. Letting out a quiet sigh, you fold your hands and call out regretfully for whoever to enter.

“Yes, come in!” The door opens promptly and in steps Williams… Along with another man you’ve never seen before. He’s taller, younger, and his smile is bright enough to blind you. Perhaps an aspiring new hire? Certainly no one with experience down here, no. The excitement is far too displaced. Williams marches straight up to your desk with the man, eyes wide as he gazes down at you.

“Good morning Dr._____.” You murmur a good morning back, bringing your cold coffee up to your lips for a sip. Honestly, you have so much work to do and such a tight schedule to do so. Playing Williams silly little games is always a nuisance, especially since he’s the one piling on the work. He tilts his head to the side toward the new man, an odd little smile on his face. It repulses you ever so slightly.

“I’d like to introduce you to Doctor Freeman. He transferred from this facility to another, but has decided to return after Andrews’… Unfortunate passing.” You nearly laugh out loud, something you’ll certainly have to reflect on later. Freeman extends his hand outward to you, and you shake it mindlessly. His grip is firm, nearly too tight as his hand engulfs yours.

“Dr. _____, I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” His smile has been turning sharper by the second, eyes carefully hiding something away as they remain blank. It’s happening slowly, but with each passing minute you like him less and less. Clearing your throat, you manage to plaster on a fake smile.

“It’s nice to meet you as well. I’ll take it you’ll be filling Andrews’ position then?” He nods his head as Williams looks… Proud? Smug? You’re not quite sure. Is it possible you know this man? No, you’ve never seen him before, you’d remember the dumb way his head bobs as he nods enthusiastically.

“Correct! I’m excited to be stepping into my old shoes and taking off. I’d also like to work closely with you given the chance.” He steps impossibly closer and you feel the need to sink through the walls. There’s a sudden bang down the hall, the men ignoring it as you peer toward the door. Choosing to ignore it as well, you decidr to address the odd man.

“Closely with me…?” He hums as the banging continues, and you swear you hear a gunshot in the distance and… Screaming…? Perhaps it’s nothing to worry about. Perhaps it’s everything to worry about. The only thing you can currently worry about though is the way Freeman’s eyes nearly bug out of his head.

“Yes; I didn’t study psychology much during my schooling days but I find it quite… Interesting.” Interest is fine but his interest unsettles you wholeheartedly. Tapping your pen against the table a few times, the banging becomes louder steadily, and then stops. The three of you look toward the door, both men flinching as the loudest boom yet echoes from somewhere down the hall. You can’t even describe it; like some sort of guttural scream mixed with metal being torn.

“What was that sound…?” And then comes the screaming. The desperations echoes its way down the hall, the voices frantic enough to make you uneasy. It’s pretty clear what’s going on, but Williams just clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders like it’s nothing to worry about.

“I’m sure it’s nothing. Now, I wanted to ask you about that paperwork-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before your door is ripped of its hinges and thrown into the wall, a blur flying through the room and onto Freeman. You catch a flash of silvery hair as both bodies fall to the ground and oh.

Oh. Oh no.

“Yoongi! Yoongi, hey, come on-“ You’re up and around your desk in seconds, torn between keeping your distance and trying to calm the obviously very pissed off Nightmare. It’s a fifty-fifty toss up between him going on a killing spree and coming down from his blood-lust, but you’ve got to try something. You slowly step closer, only to spot Williams taking something out of his pocket. You gape as pulls out a taser of all things, the oversized object clearly trying to make up for something.

You step between him and Yoongi, eyes blazing as the Nightmare continues to snarl down at the newest Doctor with malice. Williams tries to sidestep you, but you continue to use your body as a sort of wall between them. It’s shocking that none of these absolute morons have figured out how to deescalate a situation like this. What does he think he’s going to do? Taze him and not die horribly?

“Do not.” He scoffs but backs away, clearly not willing to risk his own precious life. It’s curious though; it’s more than he ever would have done for Andrews… Turning back and taking a step forward, you stand directly behind the Nightmare, hovering with an outstretched hand as he drags the other man off the floor.

“I’ll fucking rip you apart. Skin you alive, gouge your eyes out and eat your insides for a fucking snack and string the rest up on the walls. Would you like that?” He snarls his words darkly, spit flying as he chokes out Freeman. The doctor is starting to turn a shade of purple, his head cracking against the wall as Yoongi shoves him into it again. You can only begin to guess what he’s done to make Yoongi so angry in such a short amount of time. How long has he even been here?

“Please, Yoongi,-“ Finally touching his shoulder lightly, you try not to gasp in pain as a hand shoots out to grip your wrist violently. He drops the man and turns toward you, likely ready to kill, but thankfully gives pause. He stares, and you stare back quietly, eyes gentle and trying desperately to convey that it’s okay. That he’s okay.

Fully taking in his appearance, it’s obvious he’s already caused some sort of chaos. He’s covered in blood, splashes of it littering his face, some of it smudged as if he tried to rub it away. His pupils are blown, nostrils flared, but otherwise he looks like himself. Blood drips off his hand and onto your jacket, staining the perfect white a crimson red, but you don’t falter.

After comprehending just whose wrist he’s about to snap, a litany of emotions wash over his face before he settles on something grim. He looks anywhere but at you, his hand loosening and letting go slowly. Not thinking much about it, you grab his hand as he tries to draw away, his eyes snapping up towered yours, the shock there evident.

“I-Doctor I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to.” It’s quiet. It’s apologetic. Hell, it even sounds a little desperate. You wish he could tell how important all of them have become to you, that you know that they’re people too, that they matter. You nod your head, tightening your hand ever so slightly to try and sooth any remnants of his anger as pain twinges up your wrist.

“It’s okay, it’s alright. You didn’t mean to, I know that.” He continues to nod, composure growing slightly more anxious as he hunches into himself. You understand; vulnerability in front of these assholes isn’t something he desires, and so you try not to lean into that. But, you do need to get him out of here, and quickly.

“I need you to listen to me though, okay? You’ve got to come with me so we can get you washed up.” Looking him directly in the eye, you try to tell him. Try to tell him he’ll go down there, try to tell him that you don’t want that. You don’t want him to be tortured, you don’t want him to lose himself. You don’t want him to rot.

There’s a sudden rustling of clothing, a groan from the sad mess on the floor. Yoongi lashes out relatively often but there’s always a reason. Always. So, you’re sure Freeman’s broken face is somehow justified, especially as he starts to speak.

“No, I’ve missed 061309 quite a bit. I would love for him to join us down below instead after an episode like that.” Freeman’s voice is raspy, gross, absolutely grating on your poor ears as he cuts in. Glancing down toward the floor, you try not to giggle at the poor excuse of a blob laying there. You knew you were right about him. You knew, and you’d like to know more. You’ll have to speak to Hoseok on the matter; it’s been too long away no anyway.

“Well Doctor Freeman, I don’t really care what you would love. He’s my patient, he’s staying on this floor and he’s taking a nice hot shower. Also, I would appreciate if one of you would call to have my door fixed.” Taking the Nightmare by the arm, you start to drag him toward the door unceremoniously. There’s a shuffle as Freeman stands up, his whole body covered in grime.

“I wasn’t done talking to you.” It’s hard to take him seriously with his eye nearly swollen shut, and so you don’t. Not even turning back fully to acknowledge him, you finally enter the hallway with Yoongi on your heels. He doesn’t try to run or cause chaos, apparently having no issue with following you. You’re glad he’s in his right mind to understand the consequences of doing so.

“And I was quite done talking to you. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” Ignoring that you’re leaving those two alone in your office, you lead Yoongi down the hall, dead set on getting him cleaned up. You know he doesn’t like the mess when things die down, when he has time to calm, and something tells you he wasn’t very excited about this particular massacre.

“I didn’t mean to.” It’s quiet as he whispers it out, the almost desperate tone coming back. Stopping in the middle of the hall abruptly, you turn him toward you slowly. He won’t look you in the eye, staring past you but not with a hint of malice. Keeping your hands on his arms, you allow your voice to be the gentlest it’s ever been with him; with any of them.

“I know Yoongi. There’s really nothing to apologize for, though I do appreciate the gesture immensely. I can tell you’re not fond of Freeman so lashing out isn’t an uncalled for response.” You think that perhaps mentioning Freeman wasn’t a good idea as Yoongi’s face morphs in disgust. He takes deep breaths, clearly trying to control himself but not altogether able to.

“He’s disgusting. He should rot. I should have slaughter-“ Before he can fully fall into his anger again, there’s a soft call of ‘Yoongi’ from the other end of the hall. Glancing that way, you spot Jungkook standing there and looking immensely worried, still in civilian clothes and not his usual uniform. Once he catches your eyes, he starts to jog over.

“What happened? Are you okay?” The man actually grabs Yoongi’s jaw without hesitation, softly turning his face from side to side as if to examine him. You let the Nightmare go, fully allowing for Jungkook to take over the situation. You don’t think he realizes just what a blessing he is in situations like this; the nightmare certainly would have ripped off anyone else’s hands.

“… He’s back Jungkookie. I’m sorry, I almost ripped him apart for you, I wanted to make a pretty picture but-“ Jungkook blinks owlishly, wide eyes lost for a few moments but like a snap, they harden. He doesn’t let go of Yoongi as the man nuzzles into his hands, now likely feeling safe and yet still distressed.

“Freeman is back, huh?” Jungkook directs it at you, and you nod hesitantly at his correct guess. Clearly the man had some sort of reputation around here, and clearly it’s very, very bad. But as much as you’d like ask more questions, you have to get Yoongi to the showers. Holding a hand out, you gesture that you have to keep going.

“Ah, yeah, hold on. Come on Yoon, we gotta get you cleaned up. That’s a lot of blood ba-“ He cuts off, clearing his throat as he drops his hands from the Nightmares face. Yoongi whines, whines, and grabs the other man’s hands, gripping it tightly as Jungkook starts to tug him along. You hide your silent smile well.

“Jungkook, I trust you can take care of this yourself…? I have some matters to attend to. If any issues arise please come directly to me and I’ll handle them accordingly.” You give he man a knowing look, taking a few steps back to take your leave. After your little talk with Dr. Kim a few days back, you know it’s in your best interest to check in. Jungkook looks torn for a second but gives as Yoongi practically shoves his face into his neck.

“Yeah I got this, but. Uh… I think you and I need to talk. Later?” You give a curt affirmation that that’s fine because really, you want to know what’s got one of your Nightmares in such a tizzy. So much to do, so little time…

“Yes, later. Be safe you two.”

Time check: almost 2am. I think I like it... what do you guys think?

Red Light - Just Exist

Nightmare!Hoseok x Psychologist!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Horror AU, Monster AU, Psychological horror, Angst, Fluffy times for our boys.

Warnings: Yoongi again. Blood/gore, talk of killing/death, mentions of crawling over dead bodies lmao. It should be noted that this story will contain themes of horror/psychological horror and also explore obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. Please be warned!

Summary: Jungkook enjoys every moment he gets with his Nightmare, even if it consists of scribing away blood and guts.

Notes: WOOOO a closer look at Jungkookie and Yoon heh. The poor dudes can’t catch a break huh? This takes place directly after Silent Smile!

This Part 30 of the Red Light series. Find the Masterlist here♥️

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“They didn’t see…?” Yoongi shuffles further into the washroom, unzipping his jumpsuit and ripping the arms of it off his own. Blood splatters onto the white floors, the Nightmare completely uncaring as he pushes the jumpsuit all the way off. He turns back toward Jungkook with a grim smile, silvery eyes catching the light just enough to glow.

“No Jungkookie, they didn’t see. No one will ever see.” Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief because really, they don’t need to deal with that bullshit right now. They have enough to fucking deal with now that Freeman decided to weasel his way back into the facility. Fucker.

The Nightmare lifts his once white undershirt over his head, face scrunching as he pulls it off completely, now standing in nothing but his facility issued briefs. There’s red all over his body, and Jungkook knows he’ll be here for a while because of it. Yoongi won’t leave till he’s sure he’s squeaky clean… Not that the guard minds. If anything, he’s oddly fuckin happy about it. Yoongi sighs loudly from his spot, lips pouty and adorably downturned.

“I only slaughtered a few but they bled so much Jungkookie. I didn’t even have time to make anything, and now I’m disgusting. What a waste.” Jungkook hums in acknowledgement as he gathers a few wash cloths and some soap out of the side cabinets, knowing that they won’t be nearly enough to clean up his Nightmare. He walks over to one of the showers and turns it on, not really caring if he gets wet at this point.

Anything is better than dealing with the hell that is his job.

“Come here Yoon.” Usually he’d be worried about time but with the blessing of the Doctor… Yoongi comes to him immediately, standing in the warm spray to allow droplets of blood stained water to trail down his pale skin. Some of the more coagulated stuff sticks to him though, and so Jungkook gets to work quietly. He brings a sudsy cloth up to the nightmares shoulders, slowly rubbing the soft material over Yoongi’s skin. Yoongi shutters, delicate fingers raising up to trace Jungkook’s tattoos.

“I wanted to kill him… Make the prettiest pictures for you; watch him choke on his own blood as I finger painted with it.” Jungkook wants that too. Maybe that makes him a terrible fucking person but that’s okay. He knows his morals aren’t nearly as shit as half the asswipes down here. Either way, it’s dangerous for them to make any kind of move.

“I know Yoon. But you can’t. You can’t because if you fucking do-“ Jungkook cuts himself off with a huff, not even wanting to imagine the shit that goes on down there in this lower fucking levels. Yoongi simply stares at him blankly as his hand drops, not giving away his current thoughts to the guard, so Jungkook continues gently to let him know he’s not mad at him.

“Dr._____ can only do so much to keep you safe. Just please, don’t make any rash decisions, okay? I know that’s your damn forte but still. I want you safe and sound.” He tries to joke about it as he scrubs down Yoongi’s chest, throwing a wash cloth to the floor as the blood completely overtakes it. He spots the familiar long jagged scar on the Nightmares ribs, now a silvery color, and tries not to fixate. Yoongi lets out something close to a choked sound, words coming out angrily strangled.

“… Jungkook, he tried to-“ Jungkook rips his eyes away and cups the Nightmares cheeks, angling the man’s face to look back into his own. He stares into Yoongi’s cat like eyes, wishing so much that he could comfort him in some way. But what the fuck can he do? He’s powerless down here. All he has is his word.

“I know. I know. I promise I’ll stay far away from him, and I’ll tell Dr. _____ that he shouldn’t be near you. Let’s just drop it for now, yeah? We’ll figure it out in time.” Stroking the Nightmares cheeks with his thumbs as the other man nods, he thinks of another time, another place, where they could just exist. Just fucking exist together and be happy and not have to hide away in a shower. It’ll never be here though.

It’s quiet for a long moment until Yoongi glances down, a smile curling the corner of his lips up. It’s an idle thought: how Yoongi looks so beautiful like this. Not completely calm, not insanely angry, but maybe happy enough to show his true personality. So beautiful.

“Your clothes are all wet, pretty.” They are, some areas almost completely soaked through, some now stained with strangers blood. It’s totally worth it though, getting to see Yoongi’s face light up if only a little bit. Jungkook thinks he would drag himself across rotting fucking corpses to get to this man.

“I still have to change into my uniform anyway, so it’s fine. Lift your arms up for me.” Yoongi does, placing his hands on the taller man’s shoulders as Jungkook scrubs under his arms, a place where the blood thankfully isn’t too heavy. Yoongi leans in slowly until his arms are hooked around his guards shoulders, a giggle bubbling out from his pouty lips.

“How about you lift me instead Jungkookie?” And with that, he jumps up and wraps himself around Jungkook, the man just barely catching him as he drops the soap (aha). He grips Yoongi’s ass to keep him steady, trying his best to keep the Nightmare situated. Ah, he really did choose such a mischievous little asshole to care about, didn’t he? And maybe, just maybe, he likes it. Likes it a whole fucking lot.

“You can be such a brat, baby.” Yoongi melts into him, clinging to him so closely that there isn’t an inch between them now. He hides his face in the guards neck, nipping at the skin there cheekily, not nearly enough to break skin but just enough to tease.

“Your brat Jungkookie. Yours.”

MYUNGSOO: new emotions (2023)