⛈Tag, You're It.⛈
TRIGGER WARNING: not for the faint hearted.
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The story of you and your stepsisters dates back to when you were fourteen. After your dad didn't show up to Christmas, or New Years, or the holidays that continued after that, and your mom came home one day with her hands all over a strange man that you realized "dad" wasn't coming back.
Eventually, your mother introduced you to his daughter, Kim Hyuna. She was a rich snob like her father. She only wore designer clothes and the highest heels money could afford. She would put you down in everything you do.
After they took over your home like cockroaches, she stayed in the room across from yours. And when your "parents" went away for a "business trip" which you later realized was a vacation to get away from you after finding the photos of them on your mother's phone, Hyuna brought her boyfriend over.
The sound of headboard banging against wood and the most graphic and disgusting noises kept you up at night. Not only that, she once raided your room for condoms, stealing some of your clothes in the meanwhile.
You made sure to either burn or throw away those clothes afterwards.
But Park Bom... Park Bom was a whole different ball game.
After your "father" came back to introduce you to his new family, he made sure to introduce you to his new wife's daughter, Park Bom.
She was the sweetest person in the world when you first met her, but when your parents went to the kitchen to let you two "catch up", she changed completely.
Not only that, she slapped you.
"Oops, my hand slipped." she smiled innocently, with a trace of venom in her tone.
At least Hyuna had the decency to slap you after you met her.
Everyone was too busy in their own affairs to notice how these girls treated you. Hyuna would put you down mentally, as Bom would do it physically.
Once you turned eighteen, you left home as soon as you received your diploma. No farewells, no goodbyes, no one even noticed you left. Not that you complained. The further away they were from you, the better.
"Bom?" you asked dumbfounded.
"Glad to see my little sister found her true calling: slaving away behind a counter." she sneered. She had her designer bag in one hand and her hair was longer than before. Her skin was stretched into smoothness and her lips were now pouty.
You swallowed her words and lowered your head. You wanted to say something back, but one wrong word and you'd lose the only job you actually tolerated.
"What would you like?" the smile didn't reach your eyes, but she obviously wouldn't have noticed.
"I just wanted to see my baby sister. You know, I always thought you would grow up and be something. But I guess those years of being a loner in high school didn't pay off as I thought they would."
"Can you just order something and go? I'm working." you told her, clearly annoyed. The people in line were already scowling.
"Of course," she pleasantly agreed. "Here," she took out a hundred dollar bill from her purse and slammed it on the counter, you wondered if her fake nails broke off. "to keep you on your feet for as long as possible. Toodles!"
With that, she turned and walked away, strutting down the food court as if she were on a catwalk. By now, you were already sick of people throwing away their money at you, no matter how big or how small the offer was. You took the money you collected and placed it all in the register.
You weren't angry, if anything, you were embarrassed. Jealous, as well. Embarrassed about how your past was too pathetic for you to look back on. Jealous that the world always revolved around her.
How she could so easily fly all around the world while you struggled with paying the public bus driver. That's the price you pay when you choose pride over anything else.
As your day progressed, your thoughts started to drift into a more secluded area. It was as if you were there, you were smiling, making the drinks, watching the faced zoom by, but your mind was still... dull.
Like a child that tuned out during a parent's lecture, you tried your best to shake off any thoughts that didn't let you work. Jiyoon clocked in, late as usual, but you could barely mutter a greeting to her as the food court started to expand with people.
Your feet were worked out an hour before your shift was even over, and sweat was accumulating in your brows and neck.
"(Y/N), check out that guy over there." Jiyoon whispered over to you.
You, being completely oblivious to her inconspicuous actions, turned your head and started searching all over the food court.
"Who?"
She slapped your arm, making you wince.
"Don't make it obvious, idiot." she scolded. You rubbed your arm and pouted. "He's over at the last table." she whispered again.
You slowly looked up this time, trying your best not to get caught by whoever she was speaking of. Eventually, you saw someone sitting at the very back of the court staring back at you. He had a coffee cup in his hands, but you don't recall serving him.
His dark eyes scanned over you slowly, you could sense his attention consume you as he took a small and focused sip of his drink. He didn't even bother looking away. He seemed much too comfortable being caught.
"His name is Jungkook," your co worker told you. You caved your eyebrows at her. "What? I served him earlier. Like, almost an hour ago. He hadn't left for some reason." she shrugged and went back to taking orders.
You looked back the mysterious Jungkook only to see the same cup on the table but no person behind it.
He left so suddenly?
You shrugged it off, not putting much thought to it before going back to work. Your orders piled up during those few minutes and you couldn't afford to lose your job over something as simple as a strange customer.
You just didn't know far he was from being just a customer.
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The stores were all turning off their lights and people were starting to decrease in numbers like groups of creatures migrating back home. You wished you could join the flock, but your Jiyoon left early due to some troubles going on and left you to clean up.
You threw away coffee grounds, and empty syrup containers and made sure that the counters were spotless and stain free. By the time you were done, your hands smelled like coffee and spray cleaner.
You washed your hands, grabbed your coat, and said goodbye to the nice janitor who was always left behind to clean the tables.
Putting on your coat, you headed out to the parking lot where you sat down on the bench, waiting for your ride —and also roommate— to pick you up like she always did.
It was cold outside and the sky was drenched with gray cloud pouring the rain down on the city. Luckily, the parking building had a roof to protect you from the outpour.
As you sat and waited, you looked around the building where a few cars were still patiently waiting for their owners to arrive. The lights were dimmed and you couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable being alone in such a dark area.
You looked around until you spotted a black car parked close by beside a few others. This car had faint scratches on the bumper and a crinkled license plate. The tinted windows created an even more dark aura from it.
You felt like weren't alone anymore.
Suddenly, your phone rang, making you jump in fright. Nevertheless, you read the screen where your Krystal's name was written with a message box beside it. You swiped your phone and hoped it was a message that she was going to be there soon.
Krystal💎: Something came up. Can't pick you up, sorry :(
Really, you weren't even worth an Emoji?
You sighed. Of course she would let you down on one of the worst disastrous climate changes of the year. She was probably out with Kai deciding whether her nails should match her dress.
Standing up, you decided you should call a taxi. You started dialing, but only managed to tap in the first few numbers before you heard the engine of a car turn on. You look up, and see the black car pull out from the lot it was in before heading towards you slowly.
You got to see the owner of the car through the windshield.
It was the same boy with dark eyes from earlier. You wondered why he was still here after such a long time. You expected him to take the turn down the hill to exit, but he only stopped beside you.
Your reflection on the passenger window was replaced with his face looking up at you.
"Hey, do you have a ride back home?" he asked. His voice betrayed his looks a lot.
If a person saw him on the street, they would try to stay away. The boy seemed to have two shadows. His clothes were all black, down to his eyes. But his voice could coax anyone into doing what he wanted.
But you weren't fazed much by it, just a bit intrigued. You expected a more low and dark tone. Didn't mean you fell for it.
Not only that...
How did he know that your friend bailed?
You phone was still in your hand, and you were tempted to run, but he had a car, and you couldn't run from that.
"Uh, yeah, I'm just calling a taxi." you said trying not to sound scared or to tick him off.
"You don't have to do that. I can take you." he insisted lowly. His eyes once again scanned you and you seriously wanted to dial the police, but if he saw any movement, you wouldn't get far. He didn't seem like the type to be oblivious.
"No, it's okay. Thank you, though." you smiled kindly and turned back to your phone.
"I don't even have to take you home."
You froze once more and looked up at him. He was smiling at you. It was a dark and emotionless smile that almost made you shiver. His head leaned back against the seat and his left wrist laid casually over the steering wheel.
"Let me take you somewhere... fun." he bribed. You gulped visibly and he was enjoying your state of vulnerability. judging by the way his eyes flickered towards you and his smile grew. Your eyes traveled to the inside of the car in the back.
Rope and duct tape were securely placed in the back seat. And in one of his cup holders stood... lollipops?
What do you do?
What do you say?
Scream?
Run?
"M...My mom said I shouldn't talk to strangers." you immediately started running down the hill. It was a stupid move on your part, but you had to get away. He showed no signs of leaving you alone.
Especially when you heard the car hum right behind you. You raced down to the third floor where less cars and not one person was anywhere to be found. You couldn't hide behind anything or even get close to halfway to the exit.
The car was right on your heels. You stopped and turned around. The headlights were off, but you still felt like a deer caught in them. You couldn't forget the look on his face as he opened the door and got out of the car.
"Stay away from me!" you shouted at him.
His look only hardened even more and he closed the door behind him. Grabbing the closest thing to you, you threw an empty soda can and it hit his chest lightly before falling down to his feet with not much reaction from his part.
So much for that...
He stared in disgust at the can before he stepped on it, squishing it between his black grunge boot and the concrete and kicked it off to the side before looking back at you with his cold eyes.
You were walking backwards slowly away from him as he walked away towards you at the same pace, keeping the same distance between you.
"Didn't anyone tell you?" he asked softly. "The candy's free." he smirked.
Immediately, you turned and continued running. You thought he would have gotten back in the car to chase you, but the second your head turned over your shoulder, you saw him charging towards you.
Your legs ran faster and faster until you lost Jungkook and hid behind the closest car. You covered your mouth just in time as you heard his footsteps stop and his breath slow down to hear you.
You peeked through the bottom of the truck and caught a glimpse of his shoes, standing completely still like a statue. You didn't trust even the slightest sound, not even your own heartbeat. You watched him for a while, but he still didn't move, not even an inch.
Suddenly, you felt strong arms grasp your hands and push you down a bit lower. By the time you turned your head, ready to scream, a hand clasped over your mouth and you let your tears fall from your face as you saw Jungkook staring back at you.
He was straddling you, and his shoes were off. He was making sure you wouldn't go anywhere and doing a pretty good job at it. Only strangled yearns came out from you. You knew it was over for you. He was going to do whatever he wanted now.
A strange and almost sweet scent hit your nose and you were able to realize he was holding a towel against your mouth. Your eyes locked and you saw his bunny-like smile.
"Tag, you're it."
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Roses are red,
Violets are dead,
This is why you don't check,
For monsters under your bed.