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HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY BRAIN FOR A BIT TOO LONG it needed to be on the interest for everyone to see

yandere ! luffy . . . does not like at all when people eat up too much of your time, it really, really ruins his mood. he's seen people on the islands you've visited be really attracted to your charisma and it really pisses him off. he doesn't even want to imagine someone else coming into your life and being more important than him. no matter how angry he gets about it, though, he won't blame you. he'll blame the other person.

he's making unsatisfied noises at how long you've been standing and talking to the old lady about the prices of the goods. to him it was too boring to be conversing about it for so long, but now he was also getting annoyed with how attentive you'd been to her.

"let's go! let's go! let's go!" luffy began berating you for staying there for so long, trying to tug you away from the old lady.

"ah, he's quite lively isn't he?" she didn't seem bothered by his behavior, but luffy was bothered by her comment.

"you're takin' up too much of our time, old lad-" a hand clamped onto luffy's mouth before something rude could properly leave luffy's lips.

you bowed apologetically to the woman and dropped beri into her hands and took your share of the groceries.

"yay, thank god," luffy sighed, draping himself over your shoulders to increase skinship, "let's just go back to the sunny, please!!!"

yandere ! luffy . . . very clingy, beyond the normal bounds of that word. he feels as though it's only right that he should be practically living in your skin. he's your portable human backpack, wrapping his arms around your neck and legs around your waist. he also accidentally found out it was the perfect way for him to spy on you and whatever you did. he'd be watching with an attentive gaze at the tasks you do, who you talk to, etc. and he loves it. all he has to do is rest his chin on your shoulder and then he gets to see everything you see? he loves it.

yandere ! luffy . . . who definitely has zero concept of what manners are when it comes to people besides you. he doesn't really care if the person he's talking to thinks his tone is rude or brash, they're not you so it doesn't really matter to him how he speaks to them. he just looks at them as if they're weird for demanding more respect from him and then he blatantly refuses to give it to them. why should he respect other people that aren't you? that's weird...

yandere ! luffy . . . asks the most invasive questions, with an innocent smile on his face too. another thing he does with an innocent look is threatening people, wayyyy too casually.

"do you want me to kill them?" he grinned, laughing to himself - as if the idea would be funny. the person he was referring to was some woman that was shooting her shot with you. she was smiling ear-to-ear and gently asking if you'd like to spend time with her, somewhere quiet. luffy overheard as he was sitting behind you and whipped his head around, looking her up and down.

"luffy!" you'd scold him, chopping down on his head at the threat. he didn't pay your words any mind though, a displeased look on his face.

"she's interrupting our time together, though," luffy whined, pointing a finger at the woman who was now more baffled than bashful, "you! don't think you'll get away with this! i'll beat you up!"

"luffy! stop!!" you defended the poor woman, but she had already ran away in fear.

"good, she's gone! c'mon, have some of this meat!"

yandere ! luffy . . . places his strawhat on your head knowing that it makes everyone that interacts fear for their life. the hat has become an image associated with the intimidating captain and the destruction he brings to enemies that step in his way. also it makes him happy, fuels a possessive desire in his soul.

yandere ! luffy . . . doesn't really know exactly what he wants in terms of a relationship with you because he just isn't informed or has experience in that stuff. but ! he does know he wants you, completely. he wants you and will not stop striving for you until all of you is his to have, own, and keep. (emphasis on keep because you won't ever be leaving him)

Wahhh !!! I was waiting for this 😌✨

@snowbabys 👌

Gardening Club ⋆ part 7

(Disclaimer: i do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)

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Pairing: yandere!yang jungwon x gender neutral!reader (ft. niki, jay and heeseung)

TW/Trigger warning: mentions of food and eating, toxic behavior, mentions and descriptions of a dead body (will be signalized).

Warning/notes: everyone's the same age for plot sake, jake taehyun beomgyu and soobin are mentioned, garden is mentioned too (<3), some cute moments, tiny bit of angst.

Author's note: i'm so late it's ridiculous. thank you so much to all the soldiers who kept up with my delays, it was a true challenge. special thanks to google translate on this one cause bro... this chapter was a journey. now we have a foot on the finale, i hope you guys enjoy this one and expect the last part as much as i do. thank you so much for reading, see you in the last part!~

Word count: 5,629

“Do you really have to go with them?” you asked, as you had been doing the whole week, except now you had a lump in your throat and the answer to your question. Ignoring the growing sting in your chest and holding your tears as long as you could, you managed not to cry for another minute. You didn’t want to cry, really didn’t. You even promised Jake you would smile and wave him goodbye to spare him the sadness of departing and provide a good last memory of you, but the more you observed his teary and clouded eyes, the closer you were to break the promise. You knew if you hugged him at that point, you’d seek comfort in his arms once again. And again, and again, and so many more times until he had to run out trying to avoid delays.

"Y/n, this is not the end of our friendship," Jake held your hands and caressed them carefully, as he’d always done to calm you down, sniffling when he met your red eyes again. “We’ll always be friends, and, as cheesy as it sounds, I’ll be forever in your and Niki’s hearts.”

“Don’t be silly.” You slapped him lightly on the shoulder and chuckled over a sniff, tears slowly streaming down your face as you blinked and averted your eyes to your joined hands. His giggles were never so soothing as in the occasion.

It was a sorrowful situation, saying goodbye to your childhood friend at the place where you first met, the back of the gymnasium, reminding you of all your memories together. From the moment you could barely open your lunchboxes without help, to the moment you exchanged notes and scribbles while preparing for an exam.

“I have to go now,” you look him in the eyes again, meeting his defeated expression, both of you finally accepting your separate paths. He leaned in for a last kiss on your forehead, and after giving you a light squeeze on your hand, he pulled away from you to approach Niki, who had witnessed everything with his head down, never breaking his silence. “Take care of them for me, will you?” the boy nodded, reciprocating the side hug he received after the confirmation.

You watched him leave through the gymnasium back doors and ran to it to wait until he opened the front door to send him a dramatic wave. You broke down sobbing and crying endlessly after he closed the doors, getting into a fetal position to hug your knees and hide from the icy wind that graced the cloudy day coming from outside. Niki’s trembling hands were soon caressing your shoulders in a consoling way.

“Do you want a hug?” he asked you in that same place, two years later, after watching your soft crying for a long time. You were met with his open arms when you turned to him and nodded while going to hug his waist. He became your best friend after Jake, gave you a shoulder to cry on, heard your every complaint about any issue going on in your life, took you to arcades and candy shops, and walked you home afterwards, swinging your clasped hands and telling silly jokes before hugging you on your doorstep. You used to think you’d hate to live in a world without Jake, but Niki showed you it would be a worse world without him. You could never thank him enough. No amount of stayovers at his house, birthday gifts, or late-night phone calls that lasted until the next morning could ever express your gratitude for everything he has done for you during your worst days.

“How did you find me here?” You pushed away only enough to lock your eyes. You noticed his nose was a bit red and a few tears were threatening to fall, but he didn’t dare let them free.

“A bit obvious, y/n,” you rested your chin on his shoulder while trying to smile, failing miserably as a new wave of sadness hit you.

“Promise me something,” you said softly, feeling his chin brush against the side of your head and his anticipatory hum vibrating on your shoulder. “You’re never leaving me.”

It was engraved in your memory, how he stretched his pinky to you and promised to stay with you “until the very end”, giving you the first forehead kiss of many, and soon after, gently squeezing you against him. You still felt the warmth of his hug. Even sitting in that same spot years later, recalling all the special moments you had thereafter thinking about them last night. It was still all so vivid to you.

But not as vivid as the sound of the gymnasium’s back doors opening beside you and Niki’s shoulder bumping into yours when he threw himself to sit next to you.

“Jay told you everything,” you assume the obvious, turning to him to be received with a smile and a side hug. “How was the weekend?” You play with the sleeves of his uniform while imagining the great disaster of two neighbors in conflict.

“Boring, thanks to you,” he rests his chin on your shoulder and blows into your ear. You frown and elbow his ribcage softly. “Old memories?”

“I miss the old days,” you say, interlacing your own fingers and placing your hands on your legs, staring at the floor and remembering your childhood friend again.

“Well, I don’t.” You gaze back at him, confused at his statement. “Of course, there was Jake, and he was a good friend and your best friend, but I used to have a secret back then.” You open your mouth to debate but are prematurely interrupted. “I know we promised to not have secrets, but I couldn’t tell you.”

“What could be so bad you had to hide it from me?”

He looks away and blurts out in a whisper. “I liked you.”

You need a second to process the information, thinking of so many times where Niki avoided your physical contact or blushed remarkably when accepting it. You always thought it was a small vestige of his shyness before you became closer than that, but now, with his self-exposure, it makes all the sense in the world. You knew where the conversation would head if you took it seriously, and you didn’t want to go there, so you opt to reply playfully.

“You hate me now?”

He smiles and throws his head back, squinting in disbelief. “You’re so stupid.”

Niki separates from you and stands up, dusts off his pants, then reaches out to help you get up too.

“So… you don’t like me like that anymore?” he shakes his head and offers you his arm, all combined with a smile.

“We should have lunch here later,” you hum in agreement, and follow him around the gymnasium to your classroom “and no Jungwons, only you and me.”

“Okay…” exchanging glances, you act fake anger at him, pursing lips and knitting eyebrows menacingly. You break it by sticking out your tongue, and you both giggle. “Have you seen him during the weekend?”

“Thankfully, no,” you stop in your tracks and disconnect your arms, just to see Niki turning around and shrugging. “What?”

“Thought you were friends,” you say as you resume the walk side-by-side.

“Exactly. Were.” You look at your best friend, not knowing what to feel, not understanding where the sudden hatred towards Jungwon came from. Your mind traveled back to the moment after the lunch break on Friday when Niki ate with Jay and you with Jungwon. Maybe the thing that happened between Jay and Jungwon was put under Niki’s knowledge, which would explain his change of behavior, but what do they know that you don’t? Considering Niki’s way of acting since that afternoon, he probably wouldn’t tell you. You’d have to bug him a lot until he got the first word out.

And you had more and more suspicions of what Jay and Niki could be up to behind your back during the first few classes of the day when Niki rested his arm on your chair and stayed that way, now and then getting closer to you to whisper a question about the class in your ear, but completely ignoring you every time you asked about Jungwon and the current state of their friendship. You rolled your eyes more times than you could count, and all he gave you were annoying smirks and orders for you to pay attention to the professor.

“Y’know, you’re so disturbingly quiet today,” is the first thing you tell him while you walk to the gymnasium at the start of lunch break. He shrugs again and sets your bags on the floor.

“Do you have anything against it?” It was a more than ironic question. It wasn’t uncommon for you to complain about the noise Niki made during class, always teasing you and interfering with your studies with stupid jokes.

“Yes, many.” You sit on his side and start eating aggressively, observing him and how serenely he ignored all your indignation. “Why you’re not friends with Jungwon anymore? Did he say anything to you?”

“Not to me, to Jay.” He avoids eye contact and keeps munching on his food.

“Okay, so what did he say?”

“None of your business,” you stop eating and cross your arms, nearly holding yourself not to punch him. “I’ll…” Niki drops his lunch box and holds your shoulder, now locking your eyes and forgetting his smirks and giggles. “...take care of it, don’t worry.” You stare blankly at him for a long minute.

“I’m gonna ask Jungwon about it,” you announce, going back to your food.

“You’re too optimistic to think he’ll tell you.” He rests his forehead on your shoulder while picking up his lunch box. Just as he sees you opening your mouth to rebut, he gets his strawberry milk and shoves the box into your lips. “Shut up.”

He remained more irritating than ever for the rest of the day, ignoring the questions you genuinely wanted to be answered and answering the ones you asked yourself rhetorically. You started to positively consider slapping him after class. No one would ever notice if you didn’t make his face purple, right?

You see Jungwon for the first time that day when you enter the club’s room. He and Jay are at your team’s desk, talking quietly about what you assume is Injang, whom Jungwon is inspecting on the table in front of him. Jay was the first to notice you and Niki, just glancing over you shortly and then waving at Niki. You and Niki take your seats next to each other, and while Niki and Jay make small talk, you touch Jungwon’s hand resting on the table to get his attention. He looks at your hand, then at you, smiling to see you in a peaceful setting after last Friday’s turbulent events. And more importantly, not mad at him.

“How did you spend the weekend?” you ask softly, only for him to hear.

“Alone,” you tilt your head and watch him intertwine your fingers and show his dimple, quickly making you forget everything around you. “Thinking of you.”

You bite a smile back and look down, trying to ignore your rising pulse and the warmth creeping up your cheeks. Jungwon squeezes your hand lightly, getting your attention back to him, and hunches over the desk to be closer to you. He takes in your features, memorizing every little detail and etching in his memory how your eyes sparkled as they connected with his. His smile grows, and he caresses your skin, imprisoning you in his intense gaze.

If you were a little more attentive, you’d have noticed how Niki and Jay’s conversation fell into an uncomfortable silence, Niki switching his attention between you and Jungwon with an angry expression, and Jay swallowing hard before getting up and heading to the windows. You also failed to notice the coordinator's entrance, only being pulled back when Niki touched your shoulder and told you to listen.

“To wrap up this activity, I’ll choose one member from each group to describe the experience of taking care of their chosen organism and tell me what they’ve learned from it.” Half the students kept silent, the other half started to buzz with their complaints. The coordinator then analyzed every group and chose her first victim. “We shall start with Kang Taehyun.”

Said boy stood up sour-faced, clearly against the request, and took slow and torturous steps until he is in the coordinator’s side, in front of the whole club. You recognized him as one of the boys in Jungwon’s old team before Jay dragged him to join you and Niki.

“During our experience of taking care of Garden, I had my initial suspicions confirmed that Beomgyu cannot care for himself, let alone other living organisms. Overall, it was horrible, and I hope to never go through anything like that again.”

Taehyun finishes and runs to his group’s desk, ignoring any comments about his comic speech. You chuckle and look at Niki, hoping to see him having fun too, but instead, you find him staring at Jay across the room. You only then realize Jay was no longer at your team’s desk, which contributes to pique your curiosity.

“Y/n?” You look up at the coordinator and see that everyone in the club is waiting for you. You get up quickly and walk over to her, cheeks heating up and eyes trained at the floor.

“So we took care of… Injang,” you look at your team’s desk and see both Niki and Jungwon smiling at you like proud moms in a kid’s presentation. “It was a little tricky at first…” you glance over at Jay, remembering when he abandoned his responsibilities as a father. “But I think we worked well as a team.”

“And what did you learn?” the coordinator asks, and you stop to stare at the floor again. You search for the right words and memories that you could use as examples, but everything seems to have disappeared and you can only think of great emptiness. It got you thinking: since when were you so bad at speaking in public? It’s not that hard, is it? Then you felt your pulse racing and butterflies in your stomach, sweat accumulating on your hands as the seconds felt like an eternity. So you look at him, searching for his welcoming smile to calm you down, feeling at ease almost instantly when your eyes connect.

“I learned to see plants differently. I learned to take care of them, and observe their reactions to the environment and care they receive,” his smile reached his eyes and you felt warmth spreading through your chest, beaming as you felt like your heart could explode because of him. “And I also learned that Jay is a terrible father.” You smile at Jay last.

After asking for permission to go back to your seat, not paying attention to any reactions from the other club members, you turn your gaze to him again, still grinning, and walk back to your seat hurriedly. As soon as you sit down, he puts his arm behind you, just as he had done in your classroom earlier, offering his other hand for a high-five.

“Better than I imagined.”

“You think very little of me.” You touch his hand and let him squeeze yours.

When you look back at Jungwon, he’s playing with Injang’s pot and ignoring everything else. Even when you touch his hand again, he only reciprocates your touch but doesn’t look up. It makes you wonder if he got mad at you for seeking tranquility in Niki instead of him since he was the one who taught all the things you mentioned. You felt bad for a moment but got quickly distracted by Niki, who poked you continuously and laughed at your reactions as other team members gave their comical depositions. Just as you are guided to the school’s garden, he pulls you to the end of the line and hugs you sideways to work on his mission of annoying you and keeping the “safe distance from Jungwon” he implied you need (once again, not explaining any of his intentions with that).

You’re separated when you reach the garden and are told to plant seeds previously prepared, but Niki follows you and puts distance between you and Jungwon, no matter how many times you try to get closer to him. You swear you were about to slap him if it weren’t for Jay watching you intently while doing his own thing.

“Hey, y/n,” Jay calls from across a compost bin, smirking shyly at you when you notice him. “Thank you for mentioning me in your speech, I’m honored.”

You send him an apologetic smile and pay attention to his facial expressions, initially sheepish, changing hurriedly to astonished and distraught over and over as he looks away. Following his gaze, you find a gloomy Jungwon, staring back at Jay with fuming eyes. You watch as Jungwon steps closer to Jay, fearful of what might happen after they exchange glances, but your expectations are dashed when he hands Jay his mini gardening trowel.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Jungwon complained and took action to help Jay do his job correctly by using the indicators to dig small holes in the dirt and push the seeds inside, the opposite of Jay’s initial work, which only pushed the seeds superficially against the dirt. “You really need some lessons.” Staring at Jay, he takes off his gardening gloves and walks away to chat with the coordinator.

You keep watching as Jay stares at the compound Jungwon just manipulated, looking lost in thought, until Niki interrupts, putting an arm around your waist.

“How are you doing it?”

“Small holes… then seeds inside…?” You describe what you just saw Jungwon doing, unsure if you were doing it correctly. Niki nods and watches you work. When you’re finished, you look up at him, then at his untouched compost bin, his seeds all gathered up in a circle. “Need help?”

“Yeah, if you could do my work for me…” He asks, and you stare at him despondently. “I’ll pay for the candies?” you accept his bargain and repeat in his compound what you just did in yours, planting the seeds in even, spaced lines as you heard the coordinator instructing another club member.

“Nice work, team,” You extend your hand with the dirty glove to him, and he turns up his nose, rejecting the handshake. You think of something and smile mischievously, putting your plan into action, quickly touching Niki's face and leaving a small amount of dirt on his cheek. His eyes widen, his mouth opens in disbelief, and you giggle, finally having pay-back for his annoying ass.

“You did not.” Before he can even think of reciprocating, you rush over to the coordinator and hand back the gloves, ignoring her suspicious look at your wide smile. Niki follows you and does the same, frowning when the coordinator asks who dirtied him. He pokes his cheek with his tongue and looks at you with fake disdain. “Someone.”

“You’re free to go,” the coordinator announces, and walks to the garden’s storage room, simply humming to the students’ goodbyes.

Niki takes your and his backpacks from the ground and runs to your side as you make your way to the school’s gates.

“Guess what I’m thinking about,” he challenges as he gives you your backpack. “It comes in many colors, is squishy, and you gave me a full package as a birthday present last year.”

You hum and bring your index finger to your chin, pretending to have forgotten, just to watch him frown indignantly. “Gummy bears?”

“Y/n?” You hear Jungwon’s voice and feel his hand touching your shoulder. When you turn to him, he looks a little dejected. “Can we have that conversation now?”

“Sorry man, we’re gonna hang out.” Niki’s arm rests on your shoulders, causing Jungwon to remove his hand from you. They start a strange kind of staring contest, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at them.

“Let’s go together,” both boys look taken aback by your suggestion.

“What? No, no way.” Niki tilts his head just enough for you to see his scowl.

“Niki… that way I can hang out with you as I promised, and talk to Jungwon too,” you articulate, trying to get the idea into his head, not coming off successfully.

“You don’t have to talk to him today,” Niki persists, pulling you closer to him. “And think of the gummy bears, waiting for us…” His rambling becomes white noise when you notice Jay passing in the back, not sparing you a glance.

“Jay!” You exclaim. When he stops and looks at you, you take a few steps closer to him, ignoring Niki’s complaints. “We’re going to the candy shop. Wanna come with us?”

“Why?”

“Celebrate our almost inexistent teamwork?” you try to give him your best puppy eyes.

“No, thanks…” He resumes his walking, but you try again.

“Please, Jay?” This time you clasp your hands and point your head softly in Niki’s direction. After whatever happened between those three boys, you theorized (and were proved right after Jay’s request on Sunday) that he had no intentions of hanging out with or even getting caught being around you. But after seeing how he treated you on the weekend, all friendly and curious, you couldn’t ignore him, especially after considering how he acted towards you before his sudden absence. The way Niki spoke earlier and Jungwon's colder manner only fueled your curiosity to dig and discover the roots of all that mess. It may put you in trouble, but you needed to analyze their dynamics together during their free time to try to come to concrete conclusions. If Niki wouldn't tell you what was going on, you’d find out for yourself.

Jay seems to consider the idea and nods faintly with his final decision. “Ten minutes won’t hurt.”

You say a low ‘thank you’ to him, and give each of your hands to Niki and Jungwon. All the way to the store, you glance back frequently to check if Jay is still following, and once inside the store, you don’t miss how Jay keeps his distance from you and the other boys, focusing on candies that are as far away as possible.

Suddenly, while you’re filling your plastic bag with jelly beans with eyes glued on Jay, Niki back hugs you and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re so touchy today, Nikitty,” you chuckle with the ends of his hair tickling your face.

“You left me on Friday, remember, little one?” He takes some sour candy from the basket next to the jelly beans and puts it in your mouth.

“I’m not little, you’re giant,” you say while munching. “But it was good for all of us, wasn’t it?”

“I guess…”

“Y/n, try this,” Jungwon, who until then has been critically analyzing the candies on the other side of the store, approaches you with an M&M cookie in hand. Touching your chin with his free hand, he uses the other to lift the cookie to your mouth, taking care not to get any crumbs onto your uniform. You feel Niki pulling away as you taste the candy and see Jungwon’s gaze shifting to the other boy, but he soon gets back at you. “What do you think?” You nod with your mouth still full, and he smirks.

“Guys, I have to go,” Jay interrupts, and when you look at him, he’s already opening the front door. “See you tomorrow.” You’re not sure who he said this to but wave nonetheless, failing to notice how Niki shifts his backpack uncomfortably across his shoulders when you do.

“I’m going too,” it’s Jungwon’s turn to get your attention. At your confused hum, he smiles and holds your face, taking the chance to caress your cheeks with his thumbs. “Homework…” blinking once is enough to make you miss how he changes his focus to your lips and moves in a bit closer with his lips parted. Aware of your increasing pulse, all you can think of is getting a jelly bean from your bag and putting it in his mouth, making him giggle instantly at your reaction.

“Sorry,” you blurt out, your face reddening with your silliness. Jungwon closes his eyes and shakes his head, swallowing the candy quickly. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re twinkling at you.

“I’ll text you later, sweetie.” Everything happens in an instant. He steals a peck, chuckles, and walks out of the store. Not being stunned by the contact, you would’ve noticed how he and Niki stared daggers at each other until Jungwon was out, but you were more focused on the lingering sensation he left on your lips.

“Are you done fangirling over him?” Niki glowered, miffed, taking your plastic bags and pulling you to the cashier.

“Yeah.” No, you weren’t. Your heartbeat kept increasing whenever you recalled Jungwon and any memory you had of him. Your brain played tricks on you, bringing to mind the moments when you had him close to you. When he first hugged you on your doorstep, when you had lunch together on the terrace, when he said goodbye to you on Friday, and, most importantly, when he called you sweetie before pecking your lips. And Niki knew that. He rolled his eyes anytime he asked you something and you ignored him, being too caught in your thoughts. He hated that you got so distracted by Jungwon that he had to hold your hand to cross the street, or else you wouldn’t pay attention to where you were putting your feet.

You only got back to reality when Niki poked your ribs, realizing you were on your doorstep already.

“Jungwon…” Niki looks down to his feet and sighs. “You’re being too harsh on him. You used to call him my future boyfriend, and then you wanted me far away from him, all on the same day. And you acted strangely with me and him today. What happened? And what’s with Jay?”

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?” He holds your shoulders and locks your eyes. You notice a different glimpse in his eyes this time, but he gives you no time to comment on that. “We can meet at the gymnasium before class and I’ll tell you everything, no lies or secrets. How does that sound?”

You contemplate the idea for a second and agree with what he’s proposing. “Decent.”

“And… I have a surprise for you.” You raise your eyebrows to express your curiosity, but he shakes his head much to your discontent, making you puff with frustration. “You made me wait a whole weekend, don’t say you can’t wait less than twelve hours.”

“You boring” you grumble bashfully as you let your chin rest on his chest. Niki titters and hugs your form, his head resting on top of yours.

“Can you promise me something?” he asks as soon as you retribute the hug, continuing when you hum positively. “You’re always gonna love me.”

You push back a little to look at his face. “Is this some stupid competition where I have to say I love you more than I like Jungwon?” He rolls his eyes at your question.

“Can’t believe you just assumed it. And of course, I’m better than him, but that’s not my point.”

“Oh…” you purse your lips and think for a second. “I’ll always love you. You’re my best friend, Niki.” You squeeze him lightly and smile cheerfully when he makes eye contact. Niki just closes his eyes and croons, pulling away from you to start his walk back home. “Careful on the way back, it’s late.”

He hums, and turns around, taking the first steps towards his house. You observe him for a moment before entering your house, and just as you’re about to close the door, he calls for you. You get out again, waiting for what he has to say, but then, instead of cracking a silly joke as he’d normally do, he pulls you by your hand until you’re hugging again. You don’t understand his demeanor, but feel how fast his heart is beating and look up worried.

“Niki?” You are taken by surprise when he places a prolonged kiss on your temple, then on your cheek, and presses you against him. He connects your foreheads and appears to be downcast when your eyes meet. He sighs heavily and swallows hard before giving you any answers.

“I love you too.”

Being woken by the annoying ringing of your cell phone, you pick it up and see that Niki is calling.

“Morning, sunshine.” He says excitedly when you pick up, but all you want is to slap him in the face because of the early call.

“It’s five in the morning, bitch. What you’re calling for?” Your throat hurts when you talk, all the more reason to hit Niki in the face when you meet him.

“Get up and come, I’m waiting.” He just hangs up on you, and you obligate yourself to get up with an irritated huff.

You had already planned all the threats you would make to Niki during your walk to school. You even practiced a mean expression but forgot about everything and more when you saw him in front of the gates, kicking pebbles on the floor with his hands in his pockets, hair falling over his eyes, and cheeks slightly flushed from the cold weather. You got a weird feeling that made your hands itchy, and you instantly thought of what Jay had said on Sunday. The feeling only gets worse when you get close to him, his smile making your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry for waking you up so early,” when he held your hand and guided you into the school, you had to stop yourself from staring at him. Something about how he was still red-cheeked even after entering the gymnasium was making you peculiarly curious. What was going on with Niki? And what was happening to you? Why did you feel shy about holding Niki’s hand so suddenly if you always did that? Was it something in your food, or, as Jay asked you, did you start paying more attention to Niki? And how did that leave you and Jungwon? You like him too. Right?

“Niki…” you call out to him a little startled before he can open the door. So he looks at you. Concerned eyes inspect your face carefully, looking for any reason for the tone in your voice. He takes a step closer so he's in front of you, and lifts your chin for you to look at him.

“Yes?”

You began to notice details that you had never before. How his eyes always carry tenderness when they look at you, the way he holds your hand tightly, making sure you’re with him, and how he’s careful to speak a little softer to you. This could only be the effect of what he said last night, before running off after looking at you with what you assumed were teary eyes.

Not only what was going on with Niki and you, but what was Niki doing to you?

You clear your throat, realizing you’ve been staring for too long, and try to smile to ease him. “Nothing, sorry.” He purses his lips and nods before turning to the gymnasium’s back door.

“So many people coming early today…” Soobin looks around as he passes through the school gates, seeing more students than usual in the early morning.

“I think the seniors have an early test or something,” Heeseung comments, not giving much attention to the students, and heading straight to the gymnasium, Soobin following suit. “Free throws?”

Soobin grins and lightly slaps his friend’s shoulder. “You’re gonna miss all, don’t worry.”

“You wish.” Heeseung teases as he opens the front doors, immediately throwing his backpack somewhere. It would have been a great game if it weren’t for a terrified scream coming from the back. Running towards the scream, he hurriedly opens the back doors, and finds you and Niki there, both static and looking at the floor with shaking hands. “Guys? What’s wrong?”

(⚠️ warning ⚠️ gore starts now - descriptions of a dead body, proceed with caution or skip to the next signal)

Approaching you, he peeks over your shoulders to see a dead body on the ground. The colorless skin no longer had any signs of life, the frightening amount of blood smeared around the body proved it. The hands were separated from the arms, and the torso was open like a box, for everyone to see what was inside, except the heart and lungs weren’t there anymore. The neck was in no better condition, with several cuts that made it difficult to recognize. Legs and arms had abrasions and several cuts, as well as the throat, bruised patches in all its extent.

His hands, hitherto out of sight, were wedged in the mouth that had the corners of the lips torn, thus giving up more space. The tips of the fingers were torn off, and the bones popped out, finishing the bloody work with a flourish.

(⚠️ end of descriptions)

The growing smell of rotten assailed his nose, and everything Heeseung had for breakfast was thrown up. You didn’t know what to do, you were too shocked by the sight in front of you. Soobin, who had just arrived, swallowed hard and said something about picking up his phone, but no one paid any attention to what he said. The only one who recognized the body was Niki, who was now crying silently. He would recognize him from afar under any circumstances. Especially with Jay’s unique backpack design.

gc extras (2) release date: March 19th, 7am (KST) gc extras (3) release date: March 23rd, 7am (KST)

part 8 release date: March 27th, 7am (KST)

Let The Games Begin

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Horror, Private SchoolAU, Murder mysteryAU, Yandere Jungkook, Angst

Warnings: Some swearing, Murder, Mentions Non CON and SA (not descriptive) 

Word count: 3.5k+

A/N: After a long break, Its back!! Enjoy! I had to draft and re draft this so many times hahah. Sorry for any grammar or spelling errors 

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Chapter 5 

Another eruption of panic and fear ripped through the classroom. You watched in disarray as the remaining students scuttled away from the carnage like ants. You watched your classmates, the ones who you had seen grow, the ones who had skilfully alienated you for years, begin to fly into instinctual terror. Like spiders trapped in a glass under the blazing sun, desperately trying to escape their imminent death with no way out and no hope of survival.  The death of Im Nayeon seemed to snap everybody into the present. This is real and if you don’t figure out who the liar is with the secret, you were done for.

You were all going to die.

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