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I never thought a Honda Odyssey could be so homoerotic

every day this scene haunts me more and more....

HELP

MY TEAMMATES FOR A PROJECT WE WERE MAKING DECIDED TO FUCKING RIDE A TRUCK AND I'M NOT EVEN SURE IF IT WAS SUPERVISED OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT TRUCK WASN'T EVEN THEIRS

WAIT THEY RODE A FUCKING DELIVERY TRUCK???

I regret not going with them now they seem to be having so much fun😭😭😭

Persephone (Namjoon x Reader)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 18.3k

Warnings: Yandere, Stalking, Obsession, Non-Consensual Touching, Kidnapping, Blood, Violence, Massacre, Organized Crime, Trafficking, Hard Manipulation

I do not condone the acts displayed in this story nor do I believe any members of BTS would actually engage in this type of behavior. This is simply written for entertainment purposes and should not be taken as a reflection of my own values, opinions, or morals. 

Preview: That night was when the first rose arrived. After he had left you with a knowing look and your confused brother at the front door, abandoned for the night, you went to bed. When you entered the small bedroom you froze. Settled in the middle of your comforter was a single burgundy rose, the petals immediately taking you back to that night in the basement. They were a dead ringer for the shade of blood, bile burned in your throat as you spun away from the sight. You could swear you were going to vomit, you fucking hated red. Anger was burning through your veins as you flung your window open, violently ripping the crimson petals from the stem and throwing them out the window.

The entire room was stark white, the lights so bright they reflected off the sterile surfaces, blinding you. Your hands trembled beyond control as your head twitched and jerked sporadically. Something was wrong but you couldn’t pin down exactly what it was, it was on the tip of your tongue, the thought dwelling in the back of your head, so close yet so far out of reach. The silence in the room was deafening, setting you on the edge of your seat as you gently began to tap the tips of your fingers against the barren table top. You could feel their eyes on you, drilling into your back and scanning every inch of your curled form. They needed you. You didn’t know why they left you there, alone amidst your thoughts and the static silence that aggravated you. They needed you, that much you were sure of.

A metal slot in the wall screeched open, slicing through the quiet air. On a little tray there were scraps of paper and a sealed pack of markers. Instantly your trembling hands snatched the markers from the tray and violently ripped the packaging open, the tubes spilling out and rolling down the table. Automatically you reached for the red cap and yanked it off, quickly scribbling the pigment onto the piece of paper with no rhyme or reason. Soft clicks disturbed the silence again, cap after cap being removed and replaced, removed and replaced in a steady rhythm. The sheet of paper was decorated in swirls of purple, slashes of red, and soft pulls of blue uniting into a composition only you could comprehend at the moment.

You could still feel them watching you, their presence never left you. Your right hand reached out once again for the next color, hesitating as you heard the steel door slowly begin to creep open. One of them had finally decided to come and visit. Your hand clamped down on the green marker and swiftly uncapped it, pressing it harshly into the paper and making quick strokes. He closed the door, in what he assumed to be a gentle manner, but every noise made in the room echoed in a disharmonic likeness. You tried your best to ignore him, eyes burning as they refused to blink until you finished your work. You only stilled when he pulled the chair out beside you, it screeched in an ungodly tone and he sat down; slinging his arm around the back of your chair. He was almost unbearably warm, alerting you to how cold the room truly was. The silence that passed between the two of you was uncomfortable, another brand of quiet you were accustomed to.

“Will you show me what you saw?” He whispered, the tone of his voice deep in his chest as he leaned close. His warmth seeped into your side forcing you to stand up and the chair to screech back. You swept the papers and the tray from the table, their clattering piercing your ears as you snatched another marker. As soon as it was uncapped your hand flew to the blank surface of the table, violently sketching out what you had seen the night before. 

Blue, black, and red.

Blue and black.

Black, more black.

Red and black. 

Red.

Red.

Red.

And more red.

Your breath came in harsh pants, tears blurring your vision as you forced yourself to keep scribbling down what you had witnessed. Red, red, red, and more red. The silence was deafening and his breaths cacophonous. Red, red, red and more red. Your head was hurting and your heart pounding against your ribs, trying to break free. Red, red ,red, and more red. Their screams still echoed in your mind. Red, red, red, and more red. The gunshots still rang in your ears and the glass still sliced your skin.

They were all dead.

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