Pairing: Myung-gi x Nam-gyu x Fem!Reader
Summary: they find you, scared and alone, Nam-gyu pisses Myung-gi off, he takes his anger out on you.
Warnings: minors DNI (18+), quickie, choking, dom! Myung-gi, dom! Nam-gyu, intercourse, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy, sudden death (knife), cnc (?), let me know if I’ve missed something.
The lights buzzed faintly overhead. Shadows clung to the corners like wet fabric. The game had started ten minutes ago, and Nam-gyu and Myung-gi managed to wipe out a good amount of players. Bodies were already piled onto the floors of the haunting hallways, those found too early, too slow, too loud, unable to match the key to the lock in time.
Myung-gi wasn’t here to play nice.
He moved silently through the hallways, knife in hand, eyes focused. Nam-gyu was behind him, humming.
“If you don’t shut up,” Myung-gi snapped, “I’ll stuff your throat with that stupid song and leave you as bait.”
Nam-gyu giggled. “Aww. You do care.”
His pupils were blown wide, he looked half-stoned, half-possessed. But he followed, tight at Myung-gi’s back like a dog on a leash. He was surprisingly quiet when he wanted to be, drifting in and out of focus like a ghost. Myung-gi hated how warm his presence felt behind him. Distracting.
“Left,” Nam-gyu chirped, and pointed.
Myung-gi raised his hand, stopping Nam-gyu with a silent gesture. He turned the corner swiftly, entering a room with a blue door, and there you were.
A girl. Maybe twenty. Skinny, dirt-smudged, your hands shaking as you fiddled with the key. You froze the second you saw them, especially Myung-gi, whose expression was unreadable.
“Found you,” Nam-gyu sing-songed, peeking over Myung-gi’s shoulder.
You scrambled backward, trembling. “Please— please don’t kill me, I haven’t killed anyone on the red team I swear—”
“You don’t have to,” Myung-gi cut in, low and flat. “You just have to lose.” He readied his knife.
Nam-gyu tilted his head. He crouched beside you, elbows resting on his knees like a child watching an ant squirm. “She’s cute,” he said. “Like a mouse. Or a rabbit.”
Your chest heaved. You were silent now — watching him instead of Myung-gi.
“Don’t get soft,” Myung-gi snapped.
“Who’s soft?” Nam-gyu’s eyes glittered. “I’m just admiring the way she shakes. So pretty when they’re scared, am I right?”
“You’re a psycho…” Myung-gi muttered.
“Takes one to team up with one,” Nam-gyu chirped.
He reached forward. You flinched, but all he did was clean the dried blood on your cheek. His fingers brushed your collarbone. A touch too long.
“What do you think, MG Coin?” Nam-gyu grinned, glancing at Myung-gi. “Do we kill her? Or do we make her beg to survive?”
“You’re wasting time!,” myung-gi shouted. His jaw tensed. His eyes met the yours. You looked pleading, desperate. And then you looked at Nam-gyu, like you could sense the predator behind the grin.
“hurry up,” Myung-gi said.
Nam-gyu stood, stretching with a lazy roll of his shoulders. “I like this part,” he said. “The choosing. You get to feel like a god for a second.”
He looked at you again, then back to Myung-gi.
“Wanna flip for it?” Nam-gyu offered. “Heads, she lives. Tails, she dies.”
Myung-gi stared at him in shock.
“We don’t have time for games,” Myung-gi said. But his voice was nearly shaking.
Nam-gyu took a step closer. His shoulder brushed Myung-gi’s. “We’re in a game.”
Their faces were too close now. Myung-gi’s breath hitched, just a little. Nam-gyu’s grin widened.
“And since we’re in a game,” he murmured, “…shouldn’t we play?”
Myung-gi didn’t answer. His jaw was clenched, gaze fixed on you. Your back was still pressed against the wall. Breathing fast. But you weren’t crying. That… intrigued him. You weren’t begging anymore, either. Just frozen, you knew your fate depended on the mood of the two of them.
“Don’t touch me,” you said, trying to sound brave.
Nam-gyu laughed, high and sweet.
“Stop it,” Myung-gi snapped.
His voice cut clean through the tension. Nam-gyu turned his head slowly, grinning like a child who’d just been scolded.
Myung-gi stepped forward. You flinched again, not at Nam-gyu this time, but him. He could see it: your fear wasn’t playful. It was raw. Real.
He grabbed Nam-gyu’s collar and yanked him upright.
“We’re not here to waste time.”
“She’s still breathing,” Nam-gyu said. “We’re clearly not in a rush.”
Nam-gyu blinked slowly, then leaned in, whispering in Myung-gi’s ear.
“You keep looking at her like you’re going to plunge that knife into her chest and score us our point. But you haven’t. So what’s really stopping you, hmm?”
His breath was warm. Myung-gi didn’t move. He didn’t like the way his stomach twisted when Nam-gyu got too close, or the way his voice made everything sound like a dare.
“We could make her do something,” Nam-gyu continued. “Not… bad, just… humiliating. Make her crawl. Say something dirty. Cry. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Enough,” Myung-gi growled.
Nam-gyu glanced at him, almost disappointed. “Why? She’s not screaming. Yet.”
Nam-gyu’s grin curled like smoke.
“You’re soft. You’re scared.”
Myung-gi’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t speak.
“You think I didn’t see her? Your girl. Cute, too. Real brave, from what I saw. Kept looking around. Probably searching for you, you lucky guy.”
Myung-gi turned his head sharply, eyes flashing.
“Why not?” Nam-gyu asked innocently, lips curling. “It’s not like I’m the one who left her hanging.
Myung-gi lunged before he knew what he was doing, slamming Nam-gyu into the wall.
Nam-gyu laughed in his face. “Or what? You’ll hit me? Come on. Let it out. Do something real for once.”
“If you’re so sure I’m afraid,” he growled, voice low, “…then watch me prove you wrong.”
He turned from Nam-gyu, eyes dark, jaw set, and walked straight back towards you. You shrank a little, unsure what was coming.
His voice brooked no argument. You rose, slow, trembling, whether from fear or anticipation, even you didn’t know.
Myung-gi grabbed you by the throat and pinned you to the wall, he felt you tremble beneath him.
He glanced at the clock, 5 minutes. without hesitation, he yanked down your pants and yanked down his own, but before he could slam his cock inside of you, Nam-gyu pushed his hand between your legs, feeling your wetness.
“Look how fucking wet she is,” he sneered, in excitement as he moved his hand away only to massage myung-gi’s shoulders as Myung-gi entered you.
You moaned loudly, he could feel Nam-gyu’s stare on his length but he was too flushed and angry to care.
He pounded you, with haste, his eyes darting between the timer on the wall and the scared, pleading look in your eyes.
A whimper escaped his throat, earning a chuckle from Nam-gyu whose back was against the wall a few inches away from them, watching.
Myung-gi lifted your legs up with ease and filled your cunt with his load, he tossed his head back and groaned.
You screamed rather loudly.
He slowly lifted his head up to look at you and to his shock, a knife was pressed into your neck.
Nam-gyu laughed again, before yanking the key from your neck, it was a circle, just what they needed to find the exit.
Myung-gi quickly pulled out and tucked his cock away, looked at Nam-gyu in disgust, ashamed and guilty, and utterly shocked.
Nam-gyu shrugged quickly and grabbed Myung-gi’s sweater sleeve, before using all the keys to open the door.
They made it just in time.
