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GHOST BUSTERS
FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader
Synopsis
You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.
Chapter warnings
Angst, Panic Attacks, Cussing
Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)
Chapter 1 : The Girl in the Attic
“You mother fucking bitch! You think I’m done with you?”
The empty screams from below are a sordid wake up call to your fifteen-year old mind. Lazy eyes zone in on the lone figure of an old man carrying a weathered baseball bat–something that might have belonged to his son back in the day– waving it about like the madman he was.
It was sad, really what happened to him.
He wasn’t always like that like most people who go insane are not.
He was a former war veteran. War shock they said.
The medicine was too expensive for the family to cope with– seven bucks a piece– and health care in your area was shit so they couldn’t maintain his sanity and left him to rot at home alone.
With you.
And now he roams the suburb’s streets like the Bogeyman, scaring children to death.
Or giving you a mini heart attack.
One time when you were left alone (your parents were workaholics so you tended to be left to your own devices at home most of the time, particularly during summer vacation) you found him scaling the back wall of your mother’s dainty kitchen and in your fright, you had developed a morbidly horrific bout of panic attacks.
At first your parents had merely scoffed, taking it for granted, and yet witnessing you practically have a mental breakdown inside a McDonald’s, lungs gasping for air, did your mother grudgingly take a leave of absence to monitor your state.
Eventually your hysterical episodes dwindled largely owing to the fact that there was a lull in the chaos that surrounded you.
Until today.
You were home alone once more and the old man was at it again and despite having double checked to see if all your doors and windows were locked, there was no stopping an armed and deranged maniac from smashing one of your living room windows just so he could get in.
You couldn’t help the slight tremble to your frame, lashes fluttering, cold sweat breaking out of your bones as you slowly inched back, just in time for the old man to look up directly to the small attic window where you were huddled, crouched down like a meek mouse.
Afraid to even make a sound.
The LCD of your father’s old phone– a hand me down for you to call with in cases of emergencies (and emergencies only, Hun, mum and I are very busy people), lights up with a text.
Hey, you up for a movie at our place?
-Jeongguk
Ah, your seven adorkable, pain in the ass childhood friends.
You shake your head as if Jeongguk could see you…well, if they could see you now, you don’t know what lengths they would go to protect you.
They may be severely annoying sometimes but they were fiercely loyal to you for some reason.
You chalked it up to being the only girl who fit in with the ragtag group of rowdy boys.
“Kinda saving my ass here, Guk,” you mutter out a sigh, only to become stilted when a crash resounds from downstairs.
Well shit if it isn’t that one of your worst nightmares come true.
Heart furiously pumping with unbidden adrenaline, your courage rising to the surface, you peep at the crosswalk and spy the absence of the lunatic (of course, YN because he is fucking inside your house right at this moment).
Okay, you’ve got this. You’ve planned this for a damn long time.
You think to yourself.
And just as the man’s chuckles reach your ears, you take a leap of faith and soundlessly climb down the fire escape, jumping to your feet on the soft patch of grass beneath your socked feet, a welcome to discomfort in your haste.
You weren’t dying. Not today anyway.
With fueled limbs, you run through the expanse of your parents’ well mowed lawn, huffing and puffing until you spot the familiar mansion that was everybody’s talk of the town some years ago (and up to now) when it was just being built to house a single dad with his insanely huge adopted family.
You push the heavy gates open after a scan of the thumb (your best friends’ father was a big shot CEO of some music company) and hear it shut close behind you, wondering where the guards were as there was no one to greet you like usual.
“Guys!” You whisper hiss through the ringer, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or the old man might come running out to find where the noise was coming from, and the door thankfully flies open.
“YN?!”
You wheedle against seven bodies resembling a frightened animal, quickly locking the massive doors and slump against them, out of breath and dead tired.
Unbeknownst to you however were the seven pairs of eyes crouched down to your level, gentle hands lifting you in a bridal carry, up, up the entwine of stairs and into someone’s bedroom.
The familiar sound of the biometric security locking in place all over the house has you shifting your exhausted gaze to your seven best friends.
“Is it that old Bogeyman again?” Park Jimin, cherubic cheeks puffed out with worry, takes your hands, rubs soothing circles on your palms.
“Shouldn’t have let the bodyguards take a day off.” He murmurs at your nod, biting his plump lips.
Two warm silhouettes sit beside you on the bed, Kim Namjoon with his ever so patient smile and Min Yoongi, ever so bored but feline eyes staring intently at you, a hand grazing your cheek softly to pat your now disheveled baby hairs into a neat row.
Jung Hoseok takes the space in front of your knees next to Jimin, sunshine smile evaporating as you tell them what you know and how you got here.
In fact, all the gentleness in their demeanors morph into something tense, something feared, something that shouldn’t be found in the faces of someone so young, but you were too blanked out to particularly care at that point.
Silent looks are traded and in a flurry of movement, someone is calling the cops under their breath.
You startle at the harsh tone Yoongi takes as he speaks over the phone, pacing back and forth, a hand behind his back. Namjoon already has your parents over the line while Hoseok has their dad on the other end.
Jeon Jeongguk, the baby of the group hardly gives you time to adjust as he snakes his arms around your waist, head buried on your lap while his two hyungs scooch over to give him some room. “Noona, stay with us until this thing blows over. It’s dangerous.”
A hand rests atop your head, ruffling it and you pout up at Kim Taehyung, the taller (and way prettier) boy looking down on you as if you were a midget, a small curl of his lips apparent. “What he said, half pint.”
“There is no way in hell we are leaving you alone in that house tonight, babe.” Kim Seokjin, the eldest of your friends sneers at the window, arms crossed, broad shoulders –the back of a protector– on full display as his pink fuzzy-slippered feet take him to close the curtains for privacy.
“Your parents gave the okay. ”
“Police are on their way to scout your house, princess.”
Your attention is diverted to Namjoon and Yoongi, just as Hoseok turns to all of you and gives a thumbs up. “Dad says YN can stay here for as long as she needs to.”
Namjoon nods, “Oh good then that settles that. ” He coughs awkwardly, facing you once again, scratching his chin, “YN, your parents wanted me to tell you that they’re going to be dropping you off with a relative sometime next week, as they will be permanently relocated overseas for awhile, especially now more than ever, but it looks like you won’t be having that problem anytime soon . ”
You sigh. What else would you expect from your parents. “If you’re all okay with that, then I’m in.”
“Of course you’re welcome to stay here forever!” Jimin chirps.
Which leads to a heated debate whether forever is enough to keep you to themselves.
You smile in exasperation.
Well at least you won’t be so lonely in a large ass mansion anymore.
FASTFORWARD FOUR YEARS
You watch with pinched lips and a bruised ego (hello, you had breasts too!) as a gaggle of senior girls fawn over your best friends in the University’s bustling cafeteria, some even going so far as to let their butt hang out in public.
Disgustingly inappropriate if one may say so.
You aren’t even sure if these people can see that they were stampeding all over you, just because of some hot men.
Okay your hot men. Yours.
Everyone knows that they were questionably single.
And yet it was common knowledge that some if not most of them slept around.
The heady smell of expensive perfumes and bare legs is enough to make you woozy, and you glare at someone’s elbow as you are displaced from your so called loyal niche, someone’s stilletos stepping on your injured foot for good measure.
Glaring like a riled up kitty, or a puppy, or a puppitty, you storm away not bothering to check whether Bangtan Sonyeondan (as their unofficial band name entails) even noticed your tantrum–if you learned one thing about your boys, it was that they were horny all the damn time.
The only saving grace you had was that they never, and you mean never,brought anyone into the mansion and so you luckily were not subjected to any sort of clap and slap at any time.
Thank fuck.
You don’t think you could handle it in the flesh.
It has been four years. Four years of wonderful, familial memories, your friendships growing with the seven men you found home in, and four years worth of heartbreak every time you hear a rumor or two of them hooking up with some girl in your class or down the club.
Because it fucking hurts.
You dump the whole tray into the recycling bin angrily, everything remaining to be uneaten as you had no more appetite after that shitty display, and trudge to your car–a Bentley, a high school graduation gift from the boys.
What did those women have that you don’t?
You were quite pretty if not flawless, what with all the luxurious high end spa trips Jimin dragged you to.
You had a nice body because Jeongguk the rat hauled your ass every damn morning to the gym.
You were smart courtesy of Namjoon’s strict weekly tutorials.
You were athletic enough to join a state team if you so wanted, Yoongi whose love for sports overrode anything else in his hindbrain made sure of that.
You were a great dancer! One of the best in Hoseok’s private studio.
You had refined taste in art and modelling if Taehyung had anything to say about that.
And you were a damn good cook, or Seokjin will burn out his eyeballs otherwise!
In fact you cooked for Bangtan all the time!
So what was wrong with you?
Not realizing that the supposed drizzle pelting your cheeks were your own tears, you sniffle down the parking lot and slink inside your car, shoulders slumped, defeated, your heart sour from pining for so, so long.
Maybe you just weren’t attractive enough for them.
They certainly didn’t give any sort of, any small modicum of interest your way.
After all, you didn’t exactly fit in.
You may be close with the most popular heart throbs on campus but you weren’t popular yourself.
In fact you’d think all of the women hated you for even daring to live and breathe the same air as Bangtan.
With a frustrated huff, you key in the ignition and hike it out of there.
Dampened spirits distract you and you play a tune on the radio only to fumble when Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok’s melodious voices sing to the beat of their self produced rap.
The only thing is, you pass under the campus bridge, and you fail to notice the two students carelessy lugging around a huge frame of glass labelled ‘For the art department’, just as a huge and strong gust of wind lets the thing fly off the hinges and directly headed straight for your shocked face.
You fail to note the several strangled screams as your world coalesces into shadows.
GHOSTBUSTERS (M)
FratBoys! BTS x Comatose!Reader
Synopsis
For years now, you have loved the Beta Tau Sigma boys. But you thought it was unrequited. Until you were involved in a freak accident and your soul learns that that love may not be unrequited after all.
Warnings
Cheating but not really, angst, slight smut and sex dolls, frat parties, use of weed
A/N. To read the safe for work rest of this series, please proceed to my side blog @clutterfield.
YOONGI POV
The lights are low as the bass booms all over the large interior of the Beta Tau Sigma’s after party.
“Oh baby,” Yoongi moans as his cock throbs, pulses inside the woman’s throat, coating her tongue with his hot white release.
What was her name again? Jieun was it? Naeun? Fuck if he gave a damn. The only thing he remembered was getting high on weed and tugging some random chick to his bedroom.
And now here he was about to get laid but why the fuck was he feeling guilt gnawing like a vice at the back of his mind whenever he thought of your pretty face– he frowns as his dick goes limp too fast for his liking.
The woman’s tits come in full view as she attempts to go on all fours with the clear intention of submitting but then something snaps inside the frat member’s conscience and he stops here to her obvious disappointment. “Get out.” He remarks hastily pulling up his briefs and joggers, suddenly angry at himself, at the world for some odd reason or another and the woman squeaks, shocked and mortified as he none too gently drags her out and locks the door behind him once left alone.
He plops down onto his bed, black sheets still messy from a much earlier romp and he closes his eyes in frustration, slinging an arm over them, taking deep measured breaths to calm himself just as his therapist told him to do.
Grasping for his phone, he thumbs through the group chat and curses upon seeing that YN had asked if one of them could pick her up somewhere but didn’t receive any response. “We’re fucking assholes.” He grouses, throat raw as if wanting to cry.
Why did he want to cry anyway? Fuck, maybe he was too high on weed after all.
Where are you? He texts but after a few minutes, you don’t respond and his eyes flutter shut.
He doesn’t notice that the message failed to send.
SEOKJIN POV
“Where the fuck is everyone?” He gripes, in a sour mood as he balances a pan of freshly done tacos on one hand and his phone in the other.
He still had to check on the steak and his kitchen was already a fucking mess– some of the Sigma members had decided to crash his fridge and steal all the bottles of expensive bordeaux they could find and even graciously left stains on the counters -which he would be the one cleaning up for fuck’s sake!
A hand on his crotch surprises him enough to nearly drop the food tray and as he swivels to shout at the person, his lips are almost immediately assaulted with saliva and teeth, a little bit of spunk too. If he could guess, someone already shot their filthy disgusting load into her mouth.
He wondered why he ever allowed himself to eat her cunt once.
“Oppa, Yoongi-oppa was being mean to me…” Her nasally voice sticks to his skin unpleasantly and he shoves her off.
“Don’t fucking touch me. Who’s fucking girl are you anyways? Yoongi’s?”
Another pout and then Jimin and Taehyung jogs through the room, only to spot her.
“Yah, aren’t you Changbin’s?” Taehyung asks.
She shrugs, eyeing them like a feast and the two don’t hide their disgust. “Get the fuck out and go back to your boyfriend. ” Jimin grits his teeth and the girl huffs, heels clicking as she stalks out.
Seokjin merely raises a brow at them. “She’s been fucking everyone here I take it?”
Both maknaes nod and Seokjin sighs, pushing the tray for them to take. “I’ll be in the washroom scrubbing my mouth.”
NAMJOON POV
He remembers explicitly stating that no women were allowed in the house.
Not when YN was coming home any minute now.
They had forgotten to warn her that the Sigmas were having an annual gathering and he didn’t want to give YN the wrong idea that they disrespected her in any way.
She was family (well more than that…at least to him anyway as he couldn’t speak for the others), this was also her house and he wasn’t a fuckboy enough to subject her to what the fuck ever goes on when one of them brings in women.
He sees Jeongguk pass by, a pack of cigarettes in hand and he stops him. “Guk, who the fuck gave that hussy permission to be here?” He eyes Lee Jieun, all dressed up in the shortest little black dress, breasts hanging out and butt cheeks exposed laughing at the group playing poker by the pool.
Jeongguk squints and growls, “Why the fuck is she here?”
Namjoon steps back an inch, surprised at the younger man’s sudden intense dislike for her. “You know her?”
Jeongguk gives a grim smile, “Yeah, she’s the one who keeps on bullying YN at her workplace. ” He then stares at the leader curiously, “So she hasn’t slept with you, huh?”
“What do you mean she bullies YN?” Namjoon frowns, not liking where this was going. “And fuck no. I wouldn’t even fucking touch her with a ten foot pole. She screams STD for fuck’s sake.” He points out just in time as someone’s tongue touches hers in a horrific public display.
Jeongguk grimaces. “Well good for you, hyung. We were all drunk once and bam, my cock’s inside a loose pussy. I don’t know about the others but that’s how it went for me. ” He grunts. “We all had to get tested at some point because of her. Who invited her anyway? should I call security?”
“No need. I got this.”
Both men turn to see Hoseok, obviously having just woken up from his nap on the couch and heard bits and pieces of the conversation. “And Guk, is it true she bullies our YN?”
“Yeah, hyung. I had to step in one time. Looks like the bitch hasn’t learned her lesson at all.” He gripes.
Hoseok’s eyes turn murderous, the deadly quiet daunting. “Well. Whoever brought her in will not be part of the Beta Tau Sigma once I’m done.” He looks to the leader for affirmation, the latter giving his consent.
Hoseok smiles. This will be fun.
JIMIN POV
He furrows his brows. “Hey, Taetae, why is YN-noona asking us to come pick her up? Didn’t she take her car?”
Taehyung looks up from his food, mouth stuffed full like a squirrel preparing for winter. “Yeah?”
Before any of them can even respond to your chat, a piercing screech fills the air and they look out down below to watch as Hoseok grips Changbin’s slut to the gates. A couple of the guards take her from their hyung and shut the metal grates in her screaming face.
Jimin whistles impressed as the rain drowns out her screams.
He loved tits, adored them really and that cunt did have great globes but it couldn’t compare to YN’s soft tender ones, the only time he’d had a chance to touch them was when she accidentally fell on his lap and scramble off.
It was great. She was great. And he missed her.
Was she coming home now?
He would have to lead her through the side entrance so she wouldn’t be privy to the men around here.
Seven of them were enough after all.
TAEHYUNG POV
He hurriedly guzzles down the wine as Namjoon calls for a meeting downstairs.
With a swift look at his twin, they take the stairs one at a time in a leisurely pace, knowing that shit was about to go down.
He however tries to call you discreetly as he lazily watches Changbin plea for mercy from being ousted from the frat house much like his whore had been, and by the looks of it, he knew he won’t be changing his hyung’s mind.
His call goes through voicemail. Strange.
“Your girlfriend was bullying YN.”
Huh? What does that–
“No, she’s not my girlfriend, I swear! She’s just a past hook up!” Changbin bleats nervously. He was on his knees before them, and Taehyung gets even more confused when Yoongi pops out of nowhere, expression feral and decidedly more sober than the last hour he’d seen him.
“Your fucking hook up spiked my fucking drink with drugs you asshole. ” He grumps, wrist swinging a suspicious looking package before throwing it at Namjoon whose eyes narrow as he goes to sniff and inspect the box. “Weren’t we clear on what goes and what stays here? Recreational weed is the limit, none of the other fucked up stuff.”
“Sorry but can we go back to the bullying YN part?” Seokjin pipes up, gliding through the room like the Dionysus he was, eyes so intense that most of the men shrink under his presence.
Changbin seems to zone in on himself as the other guys exchange furtive glances. “I-I can give you a copy of the video someone took.” He offers feebly to save face.
The seven members of Bangtan freeze.
“Video? What video?” Hoseok grouses, ready to throw fists.
“Uh, some people from Uni caught Jieun and her friends throwing coffee at YN–Miss YN,” he corrects himself at the glare he receives, “a few times. I think they wanted to take it to the school board but I heard the board did nothing so it just fizzled out.” He gives them his phone and sure enough, the evidence is plenty as a few people crowd around it.
Bangtan growls when they hear YN hiss, clutching her hands meekly.
It is then that Jeongguk steps forward, cracking his knuckles. He was going to murder them. “Those old bastards, huh?”
Taehyung hums as everyone turns to him, “I know the school director. I can take those copies directly to him.”
Namjoon nods as he tosses the phone to Taehyung. “Do that, Taehyung-ah. In the meantime, what will we do with you Changbin?” He taps his chin in contemplation and as Taehyung beckons Jeongguk to go make copies of the vidoes, they hear a sharp slap echo and then the clanking of broken metal, signifying that someone’s ring had been snapped in half, probably by Yoongi.
“Dude deserves it.” Jeongguk huffs.
Taehyung thinks that was too merciful.
No one hurts you, their YN. Not even indirectly.
JEONGGUK POV
He was fucking spent.
Panting, his hand is thick with his release as he comes down from the best orgasm he had had in awhile.
He didn’t mean to look into it.
It was just there among the videos as he tried make multiple copies all at once.
You were in swim class, in a fucking one piece bathing suit, all pink and soft and peachy, lips tinted with slight gloss (how the fuck did you manage not to look like a drowned rat compared to others?), and he just lost it.
But once he’s come to his senses, he sees green. Why the fuck did Changbin’s phone have a video of you in swim class? Were there others like this being leaked?
If there was, it was a serious invasion of your privacy and he didn’t like it one bit.
HOSEOK POV
It was fucking three in the morning and Hoseok was embarassingly balls deep inside his sex doll.
After the debacle with Changbin and Changbin’s whore, he and the guys had a round of alcohol and now he was fucking horny as hell.
It’s not like he was depraved.
It was just that his sex doll looked a lot like you, his YN.
“Ugh, fuck, baby doll,” he mutters as he cums a whole load, mouth attaching to almost life like breasts – your breasts– hips eratic and wanting for more.
He spends the next few hours calling your name.
He wakes up in the morning sated.
And then he gets up, a horrific realization coming to light.
They had never checked in on you after all that had happened. Did you even get home safe?
He runs to your room and knocks on your door. No answer.
Fuck.
Fuck!
They were in fucking trouble.
