w i c k e d
“You have that cute angel face but you’re the devil himself.”
Summary: Because of another one of your games, Park Jimin and you ended up inside an abandoned creepy house with nothing but a flashlight, candles, a camera and a Ouija board. Who would have thought that communicating with ghosts could be that fun?
Genre: Smut •
Warnings: Paranormal Activity smut version??
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
A/N: I just wanted to get this ouija board idea out of my head, don’t blame me for this.
“Are you scared, Y/N?”
“Of course not.”
You both observed the abandoned house in front of you. It looked old and dark, exactly how you remembered it from last Halloween - when all of you went inside and got drunk. It scared you, it really did - but you had to be brave in front of your friends and get over this thing.
“Come on Jimin, take your girlfriend inside!” Jin shouted from his car, where the rest of your friends were waiting expectantly for you to enter the building.
“I’m not his girlfriend!” You shouted back. Jimin and you were good friends. He was closer to you than the rest of them, until one night - with a little help from the vodka you drank, he got even closer.
You had just kissed, but now all of them used that kiss to tease you.
He eyed you and smiled cockily, offering you his hand. “A bet is a bet, Y/N”
With a sigh, you silently agreed. That was something common in your group: you liked bets. You remembered that one time you had won one of the games and Jin had to kiss Hobi because you asked him to do it.
Now this, spending the night at this hell house you hated - was Jin’s revenge.
You took Jimin’s hand, hearing the laughter and applause coming from behind you as he opened the door for you.
“Tell us if she contacts some cool ghosts, Jiminie!”
With that being said - as soon as you two entered, Jin’s car left. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, scanning the dirty living room and finally focusing on Jimin, illuminating his way with a flashlight and waiting for you to follow him.
“You know, you could just let me do this alone.” You spoke, quickly running to his side.
He chuckled, “Then who’s gonna make sure you’ll do what you have to do, silly?”
“Do what I have to do? What else do I have to do, Jimin!?” you frowned. Did they give him instructions you didn’t know about?