Literally in this order, I was jamming out hard :')

Madhouse - Little Mix

Toxic - 2wei

Gangsta - Kehlani

Jimin didn't feel safe.

No, he felt anything but safe at this very moment.

He was on edge.

Doubting if he should actually do what he's about to do.

Or if it's even going to work.

Shit, what if this is all for nothing?

Looking from the outside of this enormous house of mirrors, Jimin's heart pounds hard in his chest - seconds away from actually pulsing out of his mouth. It doesn't help that the sun is slowly setting in the horizon, illuminating the lights as replacement, making the entrance look almost dreadful and haunting than it should.

Out of all places, why the house of mirrors?

This is a fucking maze; it'll take him forever to get out of here without a guide.

Maybe they should've thought about this a little bit better.

Shakily rubbing his fingers together, Jimin takes a step forward and goes up the stairs to enter inside but pauses when he looks to the mirrors ahead of him - his heart thumping in his throat by this point.

He's the mastermind of this plan, he has to own up to it and do his part.

Taehyung and Jeongguk are already inside, no doubt finding their way around the maze as they speak to get a second start inside..

The thing with this place is that, it's not just a small cornered place filled with mirrors.

It's like a garden maze.

There are long pathways, given enough room to breathe, but with so many corners and dead ends that would take someone a while to finally get the hang of it and get out.

Easily able to get lost, without a doubt.

That's the scary part.

If it was all scrunched up together like in random carnivals, would be easy to find a way out quickly.

Not this one.

And precisely the one after him just had to be fucking Woosung.

Which will feel like kill hunt, and Jimin is the prey.

Okay, he can do this.

He can definitely do this.

He just has to focus on the plan and that it.

That's it...

He will get through.

He just has to make it to the end of the maze.

After taking a deep breath, nodding to himself, Jimin takes a step inside and follows down the right side of the pathway inside of the left.

With a shadow already in tail behind him.

In the middle of the maze already, Jeongguk is calmly walking around with a faint whistle perking his lips. He glances to the mirrors, the glitter bouncing off the reflections against each other every once in a while, illuminating his sparkling eyes. Squeals and shrieks from the people within the maze fill his ears, giving him some sort of comfort that he's not exactly alone in this.

Yet his ears perked when he did hear a footstep tracing behind him.

Glancing quickly to the mirrors, Jeongguk doesn't see a reflection. So he snaps his head back, only to not see anyone behind him either.

Hm.

So it has begun.

Softly Jeongguk twitches a grin and continues walking ahead, taking a left turn and another sharp right turn.

Coming to a dead end.

"Wrong turn, Bambi."

Jeongguk's heart nearly stopped beating.

To the other side of that same mirror, Taehyung reaches the same dead end - frowning to himself with a hand on the glass to his reflection.

This is literally the fifth dead end he has came across to.

Is he just really bad at this game?

He was never really good at getting out of the House of Mirrors, to be quite honest.

That's why he dreaded it when it was suggested to come here.

Then again, probably a better option this his recommendation - the Farris wheel.

Probably would've risked getting thrown over.

Well, he's in here now.

He gotta find a way out -

"A little lost there?"

Taehyung nodding to himself, sighing heavily "Yeah, this game isn't - Oh shit."

It didn't process to Taehyung that someone actually spoke out to him.

And it was a familiar voice.

Just then the chaotically bright lights shifted. Now everything was a neon purple, followed with the giggling of clowns from the music playing in the speakers and it's circus music.

That wasn't helping.

When Taehyung turned around, he didn't see anyone.

His body is fucking trembling now.

Hell no is he about to live through a horror scene right now.

No, no Minho wouldn't let them hurt him.

Right?

Scrunching up to himself in a ball, Taehyung slowly takes a step forward, looking around with his wide eyes, "H-Hello?"

Just then the screeching of the laughing clown music intensified and Taehyung jolts, turning his head to the side to where it was coming from but only shrieks when he sees the refection of Minho staring back to him.

Followed by Taemin standing behind him over his shoulder, glaring at him with the trail of gems kissing the side of his face.

"Shouldn't have done that, Little Karma."

Taehyung fucking runs away, slamming to a couple of mirrors along the way but shrieks as he runs through the maze.

"JEONGGUK! JIMIN! THEY'RE HERE! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!"

Jimin startles to the sound of his boyfriend screeching somewhere within the walls of this maze, but kept his composure intact as he slowly looks around, unable to really make out anything by the purple neon as a horrible guide, but he was making it through well enough while feeling the mirrors with his fingertips to figure out an exit.

Just then the lights shifted to blue, and his heart began to pound just a little harder in his chest.

Jimin's stomach still felt that same discomfort it once did after a while of not taking medicine, now kinda wishing he was with Minho since he was really on him about these things.

It's coiling his every sense of his body, and it doesn't help that he also feels a little unease by what's going on right now.

"Gatita."

Jimin stops dead in his track, furrowing his eyebrows.

What?

Taemin?

Wasn't Woosung after him?

Slowly Jimin glances at the mirrors, seeing reflections of a familiar pair of eyes staring right at him.

Immediately Jimin turns around, breath choking in his throat when he sees Taemin standing there, leaning against a mirror with a deep frown on his lips as he glares at the floor.

This better not be some fucked up illusion.

Jimin carefully steps forward, "Taemin?"

The man didn't react at first, but then his eyes drifted up to look at Jimin.

And the hurt in them was definitely not hidden by the neon lights.

It bled through his eyelids like a deep wound.

"You used me."

Jimin stops in his tracks, just as Taemin eases himself off from the mirror, staring at Jimin with this weak stare that even his lips began to tremble.

He didn't want to break apart in front of Jimin, he really didn't.

But he couldn't help it.

Those messages burned his heart.

"Out of everyone, why would you do that to me? Did you not care about how I was after it happened? I was so broken by you. Y-You know this."

Feeling the air slowly coming back to Jimin's lungs, he approaches Taemin and clasp his jaw with his small hands, desperation filling his eyes, "I'm s-sorry. I shouldn't have said those things about you. I should've been more cautious, I know-"

"I-I just don't get it," Taemin shutters, tenderly taking Jimin's wrists and not having the strength in him to remove Jimin's hands from his face, loving the warmth of his palms on his skin, "Why use that to taunt Woosung? It felt like you didn't take that moment seriously or I was just some leverage for you to use whenever you feel like it."

Immediately Jimin shakes his head, lips trembling, "I did take it seriously, trust me I did. I never wanted to h-hurt you - Ugh, I don't know! I don't know why I said that, and I shouldn't have."

"You're r-right, you shouldn't have," Taemin whimpers, leaning to Jimin's face, "Now suffer with that guilt while I tempt Karma to make an appearance."

Jimin's eyes widen and he was just about to say something but a hand from behind traced his face and to his lips, yanking him back with a soft breath caressing his ear.

"Gotcha, sub."

And Taemin turns around, just as Jimin is yanked back to the mirrors with hands outstretched to him, desperately, as he shrieks through the palm on his lips.

Jeongguk whirls his head to the echo of the screech, eyebrows furrowed by his vision coated in blue by the neon lights.

A few moments ago he thought he heard Woosung behind him, but when he glanced to take a look he didn't see anyone - yet he saw his reflection surrounding him.

He took a dash to another direction but came to another dead end, and it seemed like every mirror he tried to get out from he couldn't escape the section he was in - until out of a miracle he found it and ended up in a circular section with his reflection staring right back to him.

Just as the lights flickered pink.

Looking around now, Jeongguk tried to find the exit here, but seems this was purposely done to be a dead end.

Glancing at the mirrors around him, Jeongguk hums and was just about to turn around - but froze when he suddenly sees a hand creeping up from behind him, gliding alongside his smooth neck while a head oozes up from the other side.

Jeongguk's hands suddenly became cold to the devious smirk on Minho's lips as he eases to the side of Jeongguk's face - caressing his lips against the stickers beside his eyes.

Shivers dances down Jeongguk's already trembling spine.

Shit.

"Found you," Minho breathes with a liquidly grin, hand gripping the side of Jeongguk's neck now, "You pissed me off long enough. How about enough running away from me?"

Jeongguk's eyes flutters when Minho presses on his throat, fingers feeling his racing pulses from underneath his skin, leaving Jeongguk breathless for a moment with eyes swimming within the pink lights of mirrors around him.

"You won't do anything to me."

Minho lips traces his cheek bones, smirking broadening, "Why is that?"

"Because you will forgive me," Jeongguk says quietly, eyes now meeting Minho's through the glass, "Since you're starting to adore my presence."

This had Minho laughing, for a good second, shaking his head, "You're so full of yourself these days. If you wanted me here for a chat, you and your boyfriends could've just said so instead of performing a horror show in an amusement park."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Suddenly Jeongguk grabs his hand and twists it, shoving him back and runs away. He would've gone for a hit but Minho definitely would've blocked it, so he followed Taehyung's advice and just shove him away and run as a best attempt.

But not before he looks back, grinning, "Let's continue to play hide and seek! Yeah?"

His laughter to Minho's clear pissed off expression echoed the maze, fueling more to Taehyung already anxious heart as he practically leans on the mirrors with his quivering body while he looks around with his wide eyes and pouty lips - twirling with the curl of his silver hair every once in a while to ease his anxiety.

Just as the colors blinked to red.

Oh dear.

Okay, he can do this.

He's fucking Karma.

Obviously.

Why is he so scared - pfft, he isn't scared of anything.

Most of the time.

Shit, would be nice if he was Karma right now - unfortunately it can't just be snapped on.

Something must spike up his adrenaline and he has to really concentrate on all the qualities that makes Karma to completely become him -

"What did you want to talk about?"

Taehyung's soul has never escaped his body and returned back just as fast as it did the second he heard that voice.

Looking ahead now, he sees Taemin standing there with arms crossed - holding a clear stubborn glare in his eyes with this.... Tiredness oozing every line of his gentle face.

He's looks so tired.....

This tugged Taehyung's heart in a glimpse of guilt, frowning he mumbles hesitantly, "Taemin, are you... okay?"

A sarcastic smile forces Taemin's lips to the question, shaking his head, "Doesn't matter how I feel these days, what was it that you wanted to talk about with me?"

Taehyung still felt his bones quiver inside his skin, but seeing Taemin with this calm and harmless aura oozing out of him was really comforting -

A gun is abruptly shot out and pointed right to Taehyung, forcing him to squeak and startle back to crash to a mirror, glancing from the gun and to Taemin's emotionless face.

And suddenly Taehyung shrieks in fear when Taemin actually pulled the trigger, not hearing a loud boom echoing the maze by the silencer by the tip.

But it did force a hole on the mirror beside Taehyung's head, leaving him to be completely paralyzed.

Taemin is done playing around.

He's really pissed this time.

"You have five second, five steps really, to state what it is you wanted to chat about. By the time I get to one, and you still haven't said anything - Well, guess your intentions wasn't so pure."

Taehyung whimpers under his breath as Taemin takes a step towards him, spiking his heart rate in his chest, "I-I.... I just wanted t-to apologize because I felt bad-"

Taemin starts to chuckle to this, taking a step forward, "I've had enough of false apologies. Looks like you got three seconds left."

Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, Taehyung's mind ran out of things to say.

He didn't think they would be talking really, and he sincerely didn't know what to do at this very moment.

Taemin took another step forward, gun now so close to Taehyung's chest with just one more step.

"Two."

Taehyung is still breathing hard, and his pulses accelerated in speed the second Taemin took another step, pressing the gun to his chest - right where his racing heart is.

Yet it didn't last long there.

It traced down his body to his pelvis.

"One. Thank you for wasting my time-"

The gun is suddenly yanked off Taemin's hand, followed by an aggressive hand on his neck forcing his back against a mirror with a rough grip, holding him still with the gun now pinned to the side of his face.

And Taehyung's saving grace of his alter ego snapped with this need of survival.

Having an Alter Ego is a blessing in disguise.

Karma snarls to Taemin's face, who's holding onto a calm smirk despite being on a choke hold.

"Hello to you too, Karma."

Karma twitches a scowl and nudges the gun to the gems on Taemin's face, who didn't even flinch, "You provoked me on purpose. What are you planning?"

Taemin shrugs innocently, only to hiss painfully when Karma grips tighter to his neck and pins him rougher against the glass, "Just wanted to see if you were still your charming self. I can see why you like to shift into this Karma persona, definitely not so shy."

Aggressively Karma traces his hand back and grips his hair, yanking Taemin head back while the gun is now pressed under his chin.

Yet when Karma pulled the trigger, Taemin was laughing by the clicking sound echoing between them like a hush whisper.

Empty.

Taemin laughed real hard to this.

"You think I'm that stupid?"

Karma narrows his eyes at him, twitching his own sarcastic smirk to the clever bastard, "No, I don't," And he slowly traces the gun down his body, "But you're going to wish it had a bullet."

The gun now is pressed against Taemin's pelvis, right at the center, forcing him to whine in between a hiss a bit too loud with eyes closed and a soft tender lip bite on his bottom lip - snagging it hard when Karma pushes the tip of the gun harder against the base.

Drinking him in, Karma's composure levels were starting to grow uneven when Taemin flutters his eyes open and meets him directly in the eyes..

Because now.... Taemin was actively trying to seduce him.

Without words, but with his expressions alone.

And the delicate noises under his breath -

Karma presses his face against the side of his face, breathing in heavily through the nose to sink in his delirious scent with a growl, "Something like last night won't happen again. I'm loyal, and you won't get into my head."

"I'm sure you are, Cariño," Karma's eyes widen, feeling his guard drop completely down by the breathy nickname alone, "I'm sure you fucking are-"

The lights suddenly shuts down.

Completely.

Leaving them in complete darkness.

What the fuck-

Karma was suddenly yanked by the neck, fingers curling through his hair, and lips were roughly molded against his.

His grip on the gun completely escaped his grasp - dropping to the floor.

Just like how Jimin did in his attempt of escaping Woosung's grasp, but tripped on his feet when the lights suddenly went off.

You've got to be fucking joking.

A sudden laugh echoes around him, followed by a sigh, "Bambi's a fucking genius, I'm telling you."

Jimin couldn't see anything, yet he still quickly got to his feet, but abruptly slammed to a mirror a second later.

Great.

He's definitely about to get bruises after this shit.

"But I'm his bestie, and I always will be one step ahead of him."

A click suddenly reached Jimin's ears, and lights suddenly flashed the floor - outlining of the mirrors by the ground.

Guiding to every single exit on escaping.

Woosung was ready for this, but how did he know?

Shit, even Jimin was not expecting a black out.

Hell, as if he's not about to take advantage of it either way.

Jimin didn't waste fucking time in dashing away, not stopping no matter how much the laughter behind him echoed to his ears.

Following the lights until finally he reached the sign that says exit.

But didn't stop there.

He took a sharp turn to the right, going through the black curtains.

Just as planned.

And smiles.

Ah, that sure was fun.

Definitely not something he would want to do again, but definitely was fun.

Easing himself down, taking a breathing to catch his composure, Jimin checks his watch now and counts down the minutes before finally it reached precisely eight o'clock.

3....2....1-

Jeongguk immediately emerges from the curtains, panting in his breathes with hands to his knees. He continues to breathe heavily for a moment or two before looking up, sighing in relief when he sees Jimin and goes up to him with a firm kiss on his lips without wasting a second.

"You're a fucking genius."

Jimin blushes to Jeongguk's praise, shrugging innocently, just as Karma steps inside seconds later.

Much less on edge than how the other two were.

Looking at his boyfriends now, his gaze slowly softens and walks towards them lazily with a loud puff of air, "The fucking power was what I needed. Whatever cocaine these lights were on saved my ass."

Jeongghk tried to not evident grin to himself for Yoongi following directions on time, but immediately frowns to the sound of footsteps outside the curtains.

Followed by a slow clap.

The three boys freeze when Woosung suddenly emerges from the curtains, grinning to himself as he stands before them with an amused glint in his eyes.

Taehyung rolls his eyes annoyingly, glaring at the ceiling, "For I good second I forgot you existed."

"How unfortunate, I find it hard forgetting a handsome face such as yours most of the time."

Snarling his eyes, Taehyung was just about to lunge at him but a hand outstretches from the curtains beside him, holding him back.

Minho steps inside, glaring at Taehyung as he holds him firmly from striking at his friend.

"Touch him, and I'll punch the shit out of you."

Minho's hand is suddenly shoved away by Jeongguk's possessive hand, standing in front of Taehyung now with a challenging glare. This got Minho to get up on him real quick, the height different not so far apart, but it was evident enough for Minho to glare down at him with a snarl.

"Ugh, enough with this shit," A voice spoke from behind them, making Jimin startle away to reveal Taemin leaning tiredly against the curtain, tapping the blood on his bottom lip from an evident cut with a thumb, "Ow by the way, psychotic bitch."

Jimin look at the blood and then to Taehyung, who looks at him with a clear blush on his cheeks and lips ajar.

For fuck sakes.

"Alright, that was fun!" Woosung beams, placing a hand on his hip as he looks at them, "Now can I simply ask you all what was the point in all of this? I thought we agreed for tomorrow on having a nice family reunion."

"Plans change," Jimin says, crossing his arms over his chest, "Now we want to set something clear with all of you, and this as a warning. Stay the fuck away from us, and then we won't have to go through a tug of war play date all the damn time."

Suddenly Taemin giggles to this, forcing everyone's eyes to snap to him.

But his eyes are on Jimin, "Woah, let me set something clear with you. Last time I checked, you three are the ones constantly reaching out to us or needing us to save your asses. If we make a first move, it's to stop you guys from making stupid decisions."

"Not fucking true-"

"When I went with Taehyung to go to Phoenix, just so he can be safe," Taemin lists, "When Minho took Jimin because he was literally sick and took the time to take care of him because he wouldn't take care of himself. But let's not forget when Jeongguk reached out to Woosung for phone sex. You three reaching out to each of us and provoking us to come here. The list goes on. We have respected your relationship, especially after the hotel room shit - but you three can't seem to find your way to not cause trouble for yourself or be away from us! ME AND WOOSUNG WERE NOT GOING TO REACH OUT AT ALL BUT JEONGGUK AND JIMIN FOUND THEIR WAY TO US! WHAT DOES THAT TELL YOU!"

Jeongguk scowls and takes a step towards him, but Jimin holds him back. It was already too late because Taemin noticed and snapped his sneering eyes to him, taking a step towards him.

"I dare you to do something to me. I'm far too fired up to be nice to anyone right now."

"Wait so back up," Minho interjects, chuckling to himself as he sinks in this situation, "So you three dragged us all the way here, made us go through a fucking maze and pissed us off, just to say this bullshit?," He pinches the bridge of his nose, already feeling a migraine hitting his head, "I swear you guys feed off of us chasing after your asses, just admit it. How you handle your feelings is so fucking ridiculous."

"This was just a warning," Jimin scowls back, squirming a little when he glances at Woosung to see him attentively observing him.

Very, very closely.

He doesn't say anything as this happened, but he did take a step forward with a condescending smile.

As if he was peering right into Jimin's soul.

"Only if you can hold to your end," Woosung taunts, narrowing his eyes to the clear edge of tension in Jimin's stare, "But something tells me there's more to this. You wouldn't plan this whole thing out perfectly just for some simple words - You're not so average like that."

And Woosung leans to Jimin's scowling face, tilting his head to the side, "Ain't that right?"

Jimin shifts uncomfortable to Woosung's stare of a thousand knives, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Because you're just like me," Woosung ventures, blinking playfully at him with a cute smile, "We have a lot of brain on making plans," Jimin's lips quivered, making Woosung flicker his eyes to them, "No..... This wasn't just about bringing us here and saying meaningless words. You wanted to prove something."

Jimin's eye twitched.

Just as Woosung's grin widens, colorful eyes glowing as they widen in realization, whispering under his breath in disbelief, "You're a fucking genius."

Everyone looks a him now, either confused or on edge, but Woosung was too marveled by Jimin to focus on anything else.

Ha, he definitely underestimated him indeed.

Sly bastard.

Taking a step back now, Woosung laughs to himself with a shake of his head before turnint around, "Let's go boys, we fell into the trap, they got what they wanted. But this is just the beginning," And he looks over his shoulder, smirking, "Isn't that right, Jimin?"

Jimin didn't say anything back, making Woosung perk another laugh as he walks to the curtains.

Minho's face twists in confusion, "What plan? The fuck are you talking about?"

But when Woosung didn't respond to him and only left through the curtain, Minho looks at Jimin.

Jimin refused to look at him.

Anyone but him.

If he did, he'll feel too weak.

Especially after all Minho has done to make him feel safe and well, this is how he repaid him.

By stabbing his back.

Minho diverts his anger to Jeongguk, grabbing the collar of his shirt in hostility, "What the fuck are you planning?!"

Jeongguk only winks at him with a giggle, keeping his lips sealed.

This fired up Minho far more than it should've, but Taemin takes him by the collar of his shirt and drags him away.

He has had enough of the mind games for a day.

Just of everyone for one fucking day.

So, he moves away while avoiding to look at Taehyung's eyes, but rubs his tongue over the bust on his lip as a reminder to what happened when they were alone.

A sign that this isn't over.

And they made it out of the curtains, with Minho demanding for answers.

Leaving the three to remain in silence.

They knew they just openned the gates of hell with this single encounter, but now they know that Woosung is no idiot, and he knows.

Now the game has officially begun.

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A/N:

Well, gotta love the horror vibes mixed in here.

I'm literally adding more spice to this plot when this story should've ended a longggggg time ago. Ugh, I never know how to end a story, it's a curse :'(

I PURPLE YOU! <33