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“Lucky? What’s he gonna do about it? You are an angel– an angel who still needs to dump their boyfriend and get with me.”

“I’m not going to dump him, Jaemin. Keep dreaming,” you smile, rolling your eyes at his antics.

“Yeah, yeah yeah–” he mutters as you two walk up to the main university building only to see that it’s swarmed by police officers.

“Officer, what happened?” Jaemin asks a beat cop as you two walk closer to the scene.

“This place is a crime scene. Now, move along,” he states, not wanting to give any further details.

“A crime scene??” you repeat. You both walk closer to the crowd only to hear whispers of what’s happened.

“I can’t believe it-”

“Who would do this?”

“She was practically gutted!”

Gutted? You felt sick. Someone was murdered? On campus, You get deeper into the crowd only to be faced with the body of the deceased. Unfortunately, you recognize her. It’s your best friend, Winter. You have to hold on to Jaemin to keep you upright. Your body is hit with a wave of nausea and you turn your head into himto stop yourself from looking at the body.

“Come on,” he says, taking you away. He led you to a secluded spot on campus so that you could be alone. Once you sit down, the dam breaks and tears flood your eyes. You don’t understand how this could happen. You just talked to her last night, and now she’s gone. Killed. Gutted. You’ll never be able to remove that image from your mind. Jaemin maintains silence as he lets you cry it out, rubbing your back. He grins. You’re already running straight into his arms. The plan is working perfectly. 

It’s the one year anniversary of campus murders that went unsolved, and Jaemin and Jeno were film majors who saw a perfect opportunity for a… remake, if you will. However, over the course of the year, they became obsessed with you. This infatuation shifted into something twisted and their desire to kill became intertwined with their fixation on you. This completely changed the direction they were going in and what their plans were, thus Jaemin comforting you right now.

You eventually decide to get up and join your friend group since they’re anxious check in on you based off of what the group chat is saying. As you walk up, Jaemin has his arm wrapped around your waist, and Mark glares at him, which you don’t notice. 

“Hey, baby, are you okay?” Mark asks, practically ripping you away from Jaemin and pulling you into him instead. 

“I just can’t believe it. I don’t know that I ever will believe it,” you sniffle. 

“Did they interrogate you yet?” Mark asks Jaemin, shifting the attention away from you.

“No– I didn’t even know that they were interrogating us,” he says surprised, “I’ve been with Y/N since we found out.” Mark’s jaw tenses at this admission.

“Were all of you interrogated?” Jaemin asks the rest of the group.

“Yes, and I was terrified,” Jisung replies.

“Why were you terrified? Did you do it?” Jeno teases.

“Wh-what? No! No, of course not! Y/N, you know I didn't, right?”

“Yes, Ji. I know you didn’t,” you reassure and he sighed heavily. 

“God, Jeno, can you not mess around right now? Our friend is dead,” Giselle slaps Jeno’s chest.

“Did they ask if you’ve ever been hunting?” Jeno asks, ignoring Giselle.

“Yes! I was very happy to say that I have not,” Jisung comments.

“Wait, they didn’t ask me that,” Giselle says confused.

“Of course they didn’t. Winter was gutted. It would take a man to do that,” Jeno says with a cocky grin.

Giselle starts arguing with Jeno about whether or not a woman could have killed Winter, but your attention shifts elsewhere. Sunwoo, a friend of yours in your major, walks up and pulls you into a hug.

“Hey, sweetie. I heard about Winter- are you okay?” he asks. His face is full of concern when he pulls away from yout and his hands rest on your shoulders. 

“I’m still processing it. Thanks for checking in,” you reply.

“I’m here if you need anything, you know that right? You have my number, so please reach out,” he says genuinely and hugs you again before he leaves. You check your phone for the time and realize it’s time for your second class of the day.

“I guess I should go,” you say to the group.

“I’ll walk you,” Mark pipes up before anyone else can offer, and the rest of the group wish you some variation of ‘It’ll be okay, hope you feel better’.

As you walk away, Jaemin asks Jisung: “Hey, who’s that guy Y/N just talked to?”

“Oh that’s Sunwoo. He’s in Y/N’s major. They have like a bunch of classes together, and they’re actually really good friends…” Jisung trails off, a little bit confused that they don’t know who Sunwoo is.

“How come we’ve never heard of him?” Jeno asks.

“I don’t know, maybe you guys just don’t pay attention… Or maybe it’s because you guys are like overprotective bodyguards and she didn’t want you to know.”

Jeno shoots Jaemin a look that neither Giselle or Jisung catch.

You’re home alone missing two out of your three classes. You missed your first class and skipped your last class, and you honestly weren’t sure if you would even be going tomorrow. You’re laying in bed when all of a sudden your scrolling is interrupted by a call. From Winter.

What? How can you be getting a call from Winter? You decide to answer it, not knowing what to expect.

“Hello?”

Nothing. But the other line isn’t muted or anything. The connection is just fine, in fact, you can hear breathing.

“Who is this?” you cry out, “I can hear you breathing, creep.”

“Hello, Y/N,” a strange voice says. It’s not a voice you recognize at all. 

“Who are you? Why do you have Winter’s phone?”

“Are you scared? A murder on campus. Fear among the students It’s almost like a remake of last year, a horror movie if you will… do you like horror movies?”

“Oh God, not this shit. This isn’t funny, fucker. Leave me alone and give Winter’s phone back,” you snarl, hanging up. Instantly, Winter’s contact pops up on your phone screen.

“Hell–”

“If you hang up on me again, you’ll die just like Winter. Do you wanna die? Winter sure didn’t–”

You gulp, staying silent. Jaemin is relishing in this fear. You’re so cute, not realizing who’s calling you. Not knowing that soon you’ll be all theirs.

“Now… what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“I don’t know– maybe IT (2017)? It was sort of more of an adventure movie, but some of the jump scares were fun,” you reply shakily, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“You don’t like the classics? Halloween, Friday the 13th, When a Stranger Calls? Do you think Sunwoo likes the classics?”

“Sunwoo? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Just answer the question.” “I mean, I just don’t really care for the concept of ‘the call is coming from inside the house.’” you say laying back down. “If you’re stuck in the house with someone, why wouldn’t you call the police or simply run out and run as far as you can for some help? They always force themselves into easily avoidable situations.”

“So, do you think if you were to stay on your bed, I wouldn’t be able to grab you? Your house isn’t very big,” the voice says. 

Your blood runs cold. You stand up, looking out the window, and find that there’s nothing and no one there. Your closet door is closed, and all of a sudden your fear of the closet has grown insurmountably. 

“Who is this? Why are you doing this?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was Winter?” the voice laughs.

“Fuck off, asshole,” you yell out.

“You’re scared aren’t you? To check?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re scared to see if I’m in your closet.”

“No, of course I’m not.”

“Then do it. Make sure I’m not in the closet.”

You slowly walk up as he taunts you. You grab your metal water bottle to use as a weapon if necessary. You open the door, and there’s nothing there. You sigh relieved and say “There’s nothing there asshole, goodbye.” 

All of the fear and talking to a freak prank caller made you thirsty. You open your door to go grab a drink from the kitchen, and you see a cloaked figure staring down at you. By instinct, you kick him in the balls and run out of your house as fast as you can only to run straight into Jeno, nearly tackling him to the ground.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What’s wrong?” he says, looking into your eyes and checking for injuries.

“There was– the killer!” you exclaim out of breath before looking back at your house and seeing there was no one there.

“It looks like whoever it is ran off,” he says, as Jaemin walks up.

“Wait, what are you guys doing here?” you ask confused.

“We thought you might want some company, so we already ordered your favorite and we thought we could watch some movies to get your mind off of everything.”

You pout, and the boys think it’s so cute. “Thank you guys. I love you, you’re the best.”

As you turn to walk back inside the house, the boys smirk at each other as they trail behind.

You let the boys sleep over since they thought you maybe needed protection considering there was a murderer on the loose. The next morning you decide you definitely aren’t going to school, so you decide to go back to sleep but Mark suddenly bursts into your room.

“Oh my god, thank god you’re okay, holy fuck–”

“What? Of course I’m okay… What’s wrong?”

“Sunwoo was found dead this morning.”

Sunwoo? The freak who called you really was the killer. 

You find out that Sunwoo was found dead in his apartment, horrifically murdered. You’re crying again because he was a good friend of yours, and now it feels like it’s your fault. Should you have warned him? Why did the killer mention him to you? Mark doesn’t stay for long, but Jeno picks up the slack and offers to stay with you for the rest of the day. You break down and cry to him about how it has to be your fault. The killer mentioned Sunwoo to you on the phone and now he’s dead. He reassures you and says:

“No, gorgeous, it’s not your fault. Don’t do this to yourself. You can’t control other people’s actions–”

“What else am I supposed to think, Jeno?” you sob.

“Hey… how about I host everyone at my house tonight? Maybe we drink a little and we spend time together. Our little community. How does that sound?”

You get to Jeno’s house, and everyone’s drinking. Jisung and Giselle don’t get too fucked up since they have early classes the next day. They call an Uber to get back to the dorms. Jaemin feels sick and goes upstairs to either throw up or sleep it off, which leaves you downstairs with Jeno and Mark. 

You’re still very emotional and in the middle of the movie, you decide to go to the back yard and get some air. You cry a little bit, so distressed and sad about the deaths of your friends and what it all means. Once you stop crying, you wipe your eyes and check your appearance in your camera to make sure you don’t have any obvious signs that you’ve shed tears. When you walk back inside, you find that there’s no one there.

“Guys? Hello? …where’d you guys go?” you ask. An unsettled feeling floods your system, and you know that something is deeply wrong. All the lights turn off, and you hear a scream. You haphazardly back yourself into a corner and turn on your phone flashlight to see if you can make out anyone or anything. The lights in the house then turn on as you get a call from Winter again. 

“What the fuck do you want?” you scream.

“Oh, don’t be so mean. I liked our little meeting yesterday. Were you nervous? I was nervous,” the voice says and you can hear his smug grin through the phone.

“Shut the fuck up– what did you do with my friends?”

“Oh well, I’m not sure where everyone else went, but I know where one of them is,” he singsongs, and just then, the lights outside turn on. Jaemin is ducttaped to a chair looking beaten and bloodied. His head is lolling back and forth. When he makes eye contact with you, a look of terror passes through his eyes and he starts screaming through the ducttape.

“Oh my god– Jaemin!” you cry out, reaching out to open the door to the backyard.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ghostface says.

“Fuck,” you hiss through gritted teeth.

“If you want your precious friend to live, I'm going to need you to answer some horror trivia questions, darling.”

“What kind of fuckshit is this? Who are you– what the fuck?”

“Do you want your friend to die?” the voice monotones.

“I don’t know anything about scary movies!!” you insist, watching Jaemin look horrified as he scans the backyard looking for the killer.

“Who is the author of IT?”

“Stephen King!!”

“See? You do know how to play. Now, for the first question–”

“That’s not fair! That should count as the first question–”

“What’s the name of the killer in Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“Freddy Krueger!!”

“Good job. What is the name of the hotel from The Shining?”

“Fuck… um…” you struggle to remember the name and you take too much time to think about it.

“Whoops, looks like you’re outta time–”

“No, please! One question, please give me one more question.” you sob.

“Fine. What’s the name of the serial killer in The Silence of the Lambs?”

“That’s a trick question, asshole. There are two serial killers– Buffalo Bill and Hannibal Lecter! That’s it, right? I got it right?”

Jaemin looks off to the side and then looks back at you as if you have the ok to proceed. You run out to him, terrified.

“Fuck, Jaem, are you okay? Oh my god, I can’t believe I won. I can’t believe that just happened–” you gently remove the duct tape, effectively untying him. He stands up and covers your mouth and nose with a rag doused in chloroform.

“I know, angel. You did so good. You did exactly what we wanted you to–” and the last thing you see before your eyes close is his maniacal smile staring down at you.

You wake up in Jeno’s bed, your wrists tied to the headboard, and you see Mark with duct tape over his mouth, his limbs tied up with rope. Ghostface walks in with his knife in the air as if he’s going to kill Mark, and you scream and fight and pull against your restraints until Jaemin comes into view, completely disorienting you.

“We’ve been waiting for you to wake up, baby.”

“We?”

“Hi gorgeous,” Jeno says, taking off the mask.

“Why?” you say, tears welling up in your eyes, “Why did you guys do this? I don’t understand.”

“Well, it really all started a year ago when the first murders on campus happened. When no one was caught, it seemed like anyone could get away with murder,” Jeno replies plainly.

“Jeno and I had always talked about murder. I mean, we’re perfect partners in crime, obviously, but then you happened. We figured we could kill 2 birds with one stone. We could kill for you,” Jaemin says in the same tone as a confession of love.

“Why did you have to kill them? Why didn’t you just kill me?!” you yell.

“Oh, angel. We didn’t want to kill you. We want to keep you.” Jaemin clarifies.

“Winter was trying to keep you away from us,” Jeno adds, “Technically, only her and Mark were supposed to die, though Jisung was on thin fucking ice. But then– Sunwoo. He just happened to come up and give you heart eyes. He was definitely trying to fuck you it was obvious,” Jeno huffs, getting angry again just thinking about it.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Why did you need to kill Winter? Please don’t kill Mark,” you beg.

“Mark takes you for granted, gorgeous. He deserves to be punished. Winter was an unfortunate casualty, but she had to go because she was proving to be an obstacle. She would deliberately try to take you away from us and tried to discourage you from spending time with us. Now there’s nothing in our way–”

You squirm and tug at your restraints again, trying to break free.

“Come on, gorgeous. Don’t act like you haven't thought about us this way,” Jeno says, coming to your side and trailing a finger up your thigh.

“Before you started dating Mark, he told us about those… dreams that you had–” Jaemin adds.

You feel blood rush to your face, and you try to hide your face.

“No, angel, don’t be shy,” Jaemin comforts, “We’re going to make your dreams come true.”

Your thighs squeeze together involuntarily and the boys smirk at each other.

“See? You want us. You always have,” Jeno says diving into you and crashing his lips against yours. You hesitate at first but quickly melt into the kiss. He moves down and starts kissing your neck leaving love bites in his wake, marking you so everyone who sees you knows you’re his. He inspects his handiwork and growls at the sight. Jaemin decides it’s his turn now and moves to kiss you as well. Where Jeno was aggressive and passionate, Jaemin is sensual and methodical. 

Both men have their hands wandering all over your body as their mouths leave kisses and marks on any exposed skin. Jaemin notices that your thighs are still rubbing against each other and he smiles. 

“Are you ready to give in now, angel?” Jaemin asks. You freeze. Your body is begging for you to give in and let two of your best friends take control of your body. But every cell in your body is screaming at you right now because your friends are insane. They are killers. Your boyfriend is currently in the corner of the room watching this all unfold. But god they’re so hot.

“We aren’t going to do anything without your consent, gorgeous. We aren’t monsters.” Jeno stressed.

“This is so fucked up,” you whisper. “Yes.”

Jaemin smiles like a proud father. “Yes what?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and say, “Yes, I want you both.”

Both men bite back moans at how easily you were willing to let them play with you. Jeno kisses you again, moaning into your mouth as Jaemin pulls down your bottoms. He doesn’t even bother to tease you. Both of your friends have been so desperate to have you, and he thinks he’ll have time to tease you later, once Mark is dead.

“You’re so wet, angel. Is that for us?” You moan ‘yes’ into Jeno’s mouth, and Jaemin seems pleased by that answer because he inserts a finger while he sucks on your clit. Your moans increase, and you can’t get over how good it feels. It might just be the high stakes and being tied up, but nothing has ever felt as good as this.

“More,” you whine as you break apart from Jeno’s lips before quickly returning. Jaemin adds another finger without hesitation and massages the soft spot inside you, causing your back to arch. Jeno pulls up your shirt so that he can suck one nipple while using his hand to play with the other, giving both equal stimulation as he alternates. Before you know it, Jaemin has 3 fingers in you and in combination with Jeno’s stimulation on your tits, you release and spasm around Jaemin’s fingers, letting out pornstar like moans. As you come down, you make eye contact with Mark and he looks so distraught. Jeno and Jaemin follow your line of sight and look incredibly smug.

“Aw, is Markie getting jealous because he’s never been able to get those sounds out of you?” Jeno jokes.

“Let’s see what sounds we can get you to make when we impale you on our cocks. How does that sound?” Jaemin asks, and your back arches just at the thought. “I’ll take you first, and then Jeno can go after. He’s bigger–”

Jaemin gets in between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance, slowly sliding in until he’s buried to the hilt. The stretch is like none other and you can’t even imagine what it’ll feel like when you take Jeno.

“You know what? I don’t think Mark deserves to see this,” Jeno says, “I’ll be right back.” 

Jaemin doesn’t even acknowledge Jeno’s comment and doesn’t even notice Jeno dragging Mark out of the room. He’s so focused on how tight you are wrapped around him, and he’s holding his breath.

“Fuck, angel. Please relax. You’re squeezing me so tight,” Jaemin hisses. He starts rubbing your clit and you only squeeze around him more. However, with enough stimulation you relax and are desperate for him to move. He can tell what you need based off of the look in your eyes and soon he’s fucking into you, mumbling about how good you feel. He’s so turned on that he is quickly approaching his high, but he’s desperate to feel you cum on his cock.

“Please, angel– need to feel you,” he pleads, thumb rubbing circles on your clit. The stimulation snaps the cord in your tummy and you pulse around him as you cream his cock. The sensation of you squeezing and fluttering around him leaves him shooting ropes of white deep in your heat. His thrusts slow and his head rests on your shoulder. He catches his breath and litters your shoulder and neck in kisses before giving you one final peck. You were so caught up in the moment, you didn’t even realize that Jeno had walked back in.

“That was such a good show, gorgeous,” Jeno says with a darkness in his eyes. “Do you think you’re ready for me?”

“Mmhmm,” you reply.

“Don’t tell me you’re already cockdrunk, baby,” Jeno teases and all you can do is giggle. He takes this as his cue to untie you so you can lay comfortably on his bed.

You lay down and he takes this opportunity to take off your top leaving you completely naked for him. He lines himself up and slams into your cunt. You moan loudly at the intrusion, and he continues aggressively rutting into you. Just like kissing, both men’s methods are completely different. Jeno wraps a hand around your throat and the pressure makes you clench around him, only making him pound into you harder.

“God, of course you like that. You’re so fucking dirty. You’re letting your two best friends fuck you after they confessed to murder. You’re just as fucked up as us,” Jeno hisses as he drills his cock into you as deep and fast as he can. His words only make you squeeze him tighter and he groans at how good you feel.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. Were you in need of a good fucking? It seems like Mark never fucked you the way he should’ve been,” Jeno grits through his teeth, squeezing your throat even more. “God, he was such a loser. He couldn’t even fuck you right, fuck. I will never stop paying attention to this sweet pussy.” 

That last sentence is enough to give you a blinding orgasm. All you see is white and you feel hot pleasure radiating throughout your body. The feeling of you cumming around his cock and the knowledge that you’re all his now brings Jeno to his orgasm and he spills into you, his release mixing with Jaemin’s inside you.

You’re so lost in subspace that you are just pliant as the boys clean you up and cuddle up right next to you. They start talking about how glad they are about the way things turned out and the plans they have. Suddenly, you’re ripped out of post-coital bliss and are painfully aware that you are sandwiched between two extremely dangerous men.

“Jeno, tell her the best part!” Jaemin hinted excitedly.

“Baby, we’ve already set it all up. It’s going to look like you and Mark did the murders. We’re going to move away because you can never come back here or go out in public again! And Mark's dead!” 

Your heart drops. 

“Why would you do that?! How is that good???”

“Because now,” he says as if explaining it to a child, “You have to stick with us. We’re gonna take such good care of you, baby, and no one will ever need to see you again besides us.” 

Jeno gets up to lock the bedroom door before returning to bed. Jaemin pulls you closer to him as he gets ready to fall asleep, and you accept that there is no escape.

divider by @/strangergraphics