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kooktrash · 2 years ago

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season of the witch | jeon jungkook

summary: he’s not a bad boy, he just gets himself in bad situations at times that lead him to bizarre happenings. for instance, he had no intentions of visiting an occult shop in the middle of the night in search for a phone… but here he is in the middle of October feeling himself fall for the self-titled witch who owned it. suddenly he’s gone from your casual heart breaker, to your sweet boy next door.

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.˚ genre/au: heartbreaker!jk x witch!y/n [she/her], whimsigoth, modern witch, halloween .⊹✶ ✶ ✶☾✴

˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆. 16.9k words˚.⊹✶✴

warnings: smut. fluff. very slight angst if you squint. honestly pretty cute. oc gives off whimsigoth vibes but honestly a big softie. mentions of spells and hexes. jk is a skeptic. oc has a black cat named. jk becomes a bit spiritual. honestly just a cute modern witch fic inspired by your 90s witch. no protection bc they’re idiots and didn’t plan. oc is scared to get in relationships. soft sex. oral sex [f receiving] jk is a service dom highkey. actual magic moments but they’re brushed over

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

mentions of the occult [loosely referenced] it’s just a little Halloween thing, fiction and not at all educational or informative

“Admit that we’re lost.”

The street was as dark as night and empty. It felt like they were the only two signs of life around and yet he refused to admit he’s lost. There’s lit jack-o-lanterns on people’s yards so he knows he’s still close to civilization and that’s enough to keep him going—and he swears he’s not being dramatic.

“We’re not lost,” he said, not bothering to look back at his friend who surely rolled his eyes with annoyance, following after him nonetheless.

“Jungkook, it’s late, I’m tired, just admit we’ve been walking in circles,” his friend said, words falling on deaf ears. Jungkook just smiled, pointing ahead at the first true source of light they’ve seen for a while, “Let’s go there.”

It was almost midnight and most businesses around here were already closed and yet there was a small shop with a red lighting store front and plants hanging from the ceiling. There was a sign on the door that said, ‘OPEN’, with its business hours printed beneath and the shop’s name painted on the window. He didn’t hesitate to swing the door open, hearing the bell above the door ring as they entered the strange shop.

There was so much to look at from books to multi colored rocks separated into groups with labels on them; Tiger’s Eye, Black Onyx, Topaz, Amethyst, the list went on. Hanging above were various green plants and small jars lining the shelves on the walls of rose petals, lavender, mandrake, and plants he’s never heard of before.

“What is this place?” Hoseok asked with a small scoff in disbelief as he held up a charcoal pentagram and a bundle of sage. There were skeleton paper weights and bottles of various oils that gave the shop an herbal smell he couldn’t tell if he liked or not.

Jungkook didn’t have much to say, only shrugged his shoulders in response as he let his attention be drawn toward a hanging suncatcher that caught the red light used to warm the plants in the cold. His hand reached out to touch, watching it dangle and effortlessly swing away from him. There was no one behind the wooden counter filled with handmade jewelry made of copper and nickel twisted in various designs of trees, moons, suns and vines circling around crystals. There was an open book at the counter and he curiously walked toward it, wondering if it was a product list or maybe even the name of the person working but he could barely make out the words or even the dark sketches.

Just as he came to admit there was nobody here, a soft mewl caught his attention.

Yellow eyes stared into his brown ones as he looked up at the wall of ceramic figures behind the counter, and a black cat sat perfectly still next to a small sc of a dragon. He couldn’t look away from it, even when a soft sound of footsteps were heard from behind a tall, woven tapestry with embroidered stars that concealed a wooden spiral staircase.

“Coal, where’d you run off to?” Your voice was light and whimsical yet when you appeared behind the counter, you were dressed in black, a lot of it. A long black skirt with a thin black top that had green vines laced throughout it. Over it you had on a black shawl slipped down your shoulders.

Jungkook and Hoseok shared a strange look as they stood unnoticed while you picked up your cat to scold him for leaving while you talked. Jungkook tried to grab your attention by clearing his throat and once your eyes were on his, he smiled, “Um… hi, we saw that your shop was open and we were won—“

“Coal, I told you to flip the sign,” you whispered to the black cat as you let him jump out of your arms with an annoyed meow when you whispered, “Bad kitty.”

“Uh…” Jungkook couldn’t hide his look of confusion at the way you acted, “We’re uh, we’re lost and we were wondering if you had a phone we could use to call a tow truck.”

“Oh? Have you been in an accident?” You asked curiously, tucking some hair behind your ear creating a small jingle with all the jewelry you wore.

“Funny story actually,” Hoseok said, making you look him over with a raised brow—unable to ignore the bloody hockey jersey he wore, “We were at a party and uh, we got robbed. It was a whole shit show, honestly, we’ve been walking for over an hour and our car broke down so we’re going through it and we really just need a phone.”

“Coal, can you get my phone?” You turned to the cat that had made itself comfortable laying in a basket of dried moss. The cat didn’t make a move to leave, instead he turned his head away making you roll your eyes and add, “Please?”

Jungkook watched the cat run off behind the curtain with interest before looking at you, your eyes already on his, “So what kind of place is this?”

“It’s your local apothecary! Herbs, oils, incense—your occasional occult stuff, we specialize in the craft,” you said with a bubbly voice, “All very interesting stuff.”

“I’ll say,” Hoseok lifted a finger to tap on the mason jar filled with green liquid.

“What are you supposed to be?” You asked rather suddenly, turning your attention to Jungkook.

“Me?” Jungkook asked, looking down at himself, “I’m Dumbledore.”

He thought the long white beard, oversized robe and elder wand made that abundantly clear. You looked him up and down, “Hm.”

Hoseok couldn’t help but release a chuckle at the way you very clearly judged his friend’s choice of costume, “Yeah, I told him he would pull no bitches dressed like th—“

“Hobi,” Jungkook cut him off, motioning toward you with his head at the way your eye seemed to twitch with what he said. He tried to think of something to say but you were no longer interested when your cat came with the top of a phone case in his mouth. He set it down on the counter, letting his tail curl around your arm before leaving with a purr.

When you unlocked your phone, Jungkook thanked you and quickly tried to call a tow truck only to be told there were none open now. Hoseok couldn’t hide the fact that he was tired and found himself lying comfortably in a dark green daybed surrounded by books, leaving his friend to deal with all the hard parts. You didn’t say or rush anything when he took your phone and instead chose to watch him pace back and forth dialing every number he knew.

“This place is cozy,” Hoseok admitted, “I could nap here.”

“Coal, does it all the time,” you said with a soft smile, both tuning out Jungkook who was getting more annoyed by the second.

“Hyung, please pick us up,” Jungkook said in the background, tired of the itchy long beard so he snatched it off.

“I might get a promotion this week, what’s something I can use to wish me luck?” Hoseok asked, looking around the shop.

“I can help you make a spell jar, grab a basket,” you said cheerily as the hockey player got up to do as told. Jungkook tapped on the glass counter, starting a staring contest with the black cat while you and Hoseok began to collect herbs.

“I’ll send you my location,” Jungkook told the person on the phone, “15 minutes? We can wait here.”

“What does cinnamon do?” Hoseok asked, drawing Jungkook’s attention toward him.

“Alright, thanks Joon.” Jungkook hung up the phone, “Namjoon is coming for us. What are you guys doing?”

“Have you ever done a palm reading?” You asked Hoseok, ignoring Jungkook.

“No, but I’m down to try.”

“Sorry for keeping you up,” Jungkook said with a tired sigh as he looked at you hoping for a bit of acknowledgment on your part but you were currently helping Hoseok seal a mason jar with green candle wax.

Look…

Just listen…

Jungkook doesn’t think he has a type. He’s been with every type of girl possible since he started college but he’s never spoken to anyone like you. It’s not even just the way you’re dressed or the way you speak to your car but it’s also the store you worked at—or owned[?]. You’ve got his best friend making a good luck spell in the middle of the night and yet all Jungkook could think about is how cute you were.

Your skirt was fitted and it hugged your waist perfectly, exposing your torso and the way your shawl hung around your elbows instead of your shoulders was hot. You had these eyes that drew him in too, maybe it was your smudged dark makeup that made them stand out or the way you didn’t shy from staring into his eyes but he found it hard to look away.

“It’s a full moon tonight,” you said to him, “I was going to stay up anyway. I’ve already set up water to charge overnight.”

His brows furrowed, “Well, thanks anyway. What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

“I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi,” Hoseok said with a confident smile, “This great wizard is Jungkook.”

“Dumbledore,” you said questioningly, “You took off your beard.”

“It was itchy,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly.

You looked behind him, “Coal doesn’t seem to think so.”

Jungkook followed your stare, finding the black cat suddenly wearing the long white beard. Hoseok laughed, “Not you putting the beard on the cat, Kook.”

“I didn’t,” Jungkook scratched the back of his head, “Did I?”

You brushed past him, a soft scent of lavender incense overwhelmed him in a pleasant way and he couldn’t help but watch you in awe. There was just something about you… or maybe he’s had a long night and is imagining it.

“Joon is here.”

He can’t explain what it is but he can’t stop looking at you. Every move you made had his attention no matter how small and for a moment he forgot who else was around.

“Jungkook,” Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of his face, pointing out the window at the car parked outside, “Namjoon is here.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook shook his head to snap out of the small trance he had been in, “Um, thank you Y/n, for letting us in.”

“No worries, Dumbledore, it made for an interesting night,” you held your cat in your arms now, forcing it to wave its paw goodbye, “And I do hope you tell me if the spell worked, Hobi.”

The two wanderers left the small shop of wonders and got in their friend’s car without further question, ending their night on a strange note that left one of them with curiosity.

The shop was home to you. It is where you felt most comfortable and it was passed down to you from a young age. It was a responsibility to help everyone who walked in, even if they asked for questionable things, you had to be there for them.

That’s why when a woman came in with tears down her face and a bundle of cash, you couldn’t just turn her away. Today your friend was working with you and he excelled in this sort of magic better than you did so you let him take the reel. He never seemed to mind intervening in the love lives of others and the shop was a safe space for men who’ve just been robbed and women who’ve been wronged.

“He’s a cheater,” she cried, “He lied to me a-and he thinks I’m just dumb. It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” your friend said with a small smile, “Men like that can’t just walk around without any repercussions.”

“Jimin,” you warned him softly, watching the way he seemed to get the woman hyped on the thought of getting back at her husband. This is where he specialized, any sort of love magic no matter how bad, he loved it. You weren’t like him, you believed too much in karma to involve yourself in bad situations but you were never able to talk him out of it and it made the customer happy.

“Hush, Y/n, a simple hex never hurt anyone,” Jimin said, practically kicking his feet with glee, “Would that make you feel better, honey?”

The woman nodded her head, completely hypnotized by your best friend he disappeared behind another curtain toward the greenhouse. You waited behind idly, unsure what to do or say when a delivery driver pulled up in front of the building. Coal had flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ while Jimin performed his magic and the driver got out of his car holding a bouquet of flowers and a small box.

“Trust me, after this he won’t ever be able to please another woman again,” Jimin told her as he cut into a rotten eggplant.

You left the two quietly, making your way to the front door and ignoring the instructions Jimin gave the woman as she began to repeat the small chant he said.

You opened the shop door, stepping out, “Are you looking for someone?”

“Um… is this Scarlet&Sage? I’m looking for a Y/n.”

“That’s me,” you told him with furrowed brows, eyes widening as he practically shoved the bouquet of flowers into your hands and the gift box, asking you to sign before leaving. It took you a moment to process what happened before you headed back inside, just in time to watch Jimin finish the hex by helping the woman sew up the cut eggplant with candle wax and twine.

“You’ll want to leave this somewhere he can’t find it,” Jimin told her but you left before you could hear anything else.

You carried your things to the back room which was really just an extended shed of herbs and dried plants, Coal following close behind with curiosity as you opened up the small envelope inside.

‘Thank you for helping two strangers out so late in the night :) hopefully we’ll cross paths again

— Jeon Jungkook, Dumbledore’

The letter made you smile, a small blush forming on your cheeks when you pulled the lid off the box and gasped. Inside were two things, the first being a black hair clip with a pretty design on it and the second was a cat toy—Halloween themed. There was a sticky note on the plush skeleton fish that said, ‘For Cole’ on it that had you both sighing in disbelief.

Coal scratched at the note until it fell away from his new toy and ran away with it, surely to sulk at the misspelling of his name and pretend like he didn’t like the gift.

“Who’s the admirer?”

A light yell left your lips, nearly dropping the box as Jimin appeared at the doorway, “What admirer?”

“This one,” Jimin took the bouquet, examining it quickly with pursed lips, “Do tell me, Y/n, I am dying for the smallest sign of human interaction you might receive. I feel like you’ve become a recluse.”

“I have not,” you argued, letting him cut the tips of the stems, summoning over a vase with a wave of his hand that had it sliding across the wooden countertop to where he was, “I just… I do not have the time.”

“For?” Jimin asked setting the flowers up beautifully for you, “Oh whatever, just tell me who the flowers are from.”

“Nobody important,” you said almost shyly as your friend led the way back into the shop, ducking his head under twinkly lights and waving a finger to flip the sign back to ‘OPEN’, “The other night two men came in. They needed a phone and I let them use mine, that’s all.”

“Were they attractive?” Jimin asked with a raised brow, his instincts tingling at the hint of romance. Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams played in the background filling in the silence you left behind as you stopped to think about it.

The other night you met a dead hockey player and Dumbledore. Jungkook had been covered completely by old rags until the end when he took off the beard and even then the poor night lighting didn’t do well to make him attractive.

Still, part of you knew the two men would be considered popular just based on their looks.

“I think so,” you told him honestly, “It was hard to know, they were dressed up for a costume party.”

“You should have asked for their number,” Jimin said humorously, “Maybe then this god awful dryspell of yours would end.”

You rolled your eyes at his play on words before welcoming in a group of girls headed toward the crystals, “It’s not a dryspell and we both know it.”

“Oh, right,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “The curse. You give it too much power, sure there have been accidents in the past but those were all mere coincidence!”

“I’m sorry, but my first boyfriend losing a finger just a week after he fingered me for the first time doesn’t sound coincidental,” you half whispered and half shouted.

“It was a bowling accident!” Jimin laughed loudly.

“And what about the guy next door who used to help me water my plants before his house caught on fire?” You asked with a tilt of your hand that had him shrugging.

“Maybe he should’ve worried about the dry air in his own home before coming to yours,” Jimin joked.

“I’m serious, Jimin. Anyone who shows even the slightest interest in me gets hurt, and I mean literally not figuratively,” you said.

It was not a secret and your best friend knew it. Everyone who practiced the craft around here knew of the curse bestowed upon your family.

A curse on any man that dared love any woman in your family—you’ve seen it happen before and you’re not interested in hurting someone because of a centuries old curse you were born with.

Jimin had nothing to say now as he looked at the flowers with such curiosity he could practically picture the man who sent them.

Jeon Jungkook was special and everyone around him knew it. From his looks to his personality, there was not a single person unable to be charmed by him. It was a gift, really, just one smile or one look and he could practically get whatever he wants.

Of course, that’s not always a good thing, and that’s why he takes full blame for what happened last weekend. If he had known the girl who flirted with him had a boyfriend… he would have never hooked up with her in the bathroom. If they never hooked up then his things wouldn’t have been stolen and his tire wouldn’t have been slashed.

Sometimes he forgets that his actions have consequences and that night he learned how much of an asshole he really is to kiss a taken woman. The only good thing that came from it was the strange visit to an even stranger shop with an owner who blew his mind away.

He was beginning to think there’s something wrong with him. Why can’t he stop thinking about you? At first he thought it was out of guilt for bothering you that late so he had flowers delivered as a thank you but you still haven’t left his head. He’s nearly forgotten what you look like and he doesn’t like that.

“I can’t believe I got the promotion,” Hoseok said with a smirk as he plopped down on the chair next to Jungkook’s.

“You worked hard for it,” Jungkook reminded him.

“What if that little jar really did help?” Hoseok asked curiously, making Jungkook laugh suddenly and his brows furrowed, “I’m serious, Kook. I really thought they were gonna give it to the other guy.”

“Hobi, you worked your ass off for it,” Jungkook told him honestly, “Some stupid jar of cloves and cinnamon didn’t do it.”

That made his friend roll his eyes, “Whatever, I’m still stopping by the shop to offer my thanks—“

“You’re going back?” Jungkook asked, a look of interest in his eyes, an idea running rampant in his head at the thought.

There was a sudden urge to see you again running through his veins.

The shop felt surprisingly cozier during the day and it smelled of pomegranate and basil. A few customers shopped around, unable to help themselves from watching the two attractive men look every bit out of place as they felt while a man helped behind the counter.

Jimin popped his head over a jar of worms, eyes widening as he practically ran up the spiral steps in search of you. Your eyes were closed as you imagined a white light running over your body eliminating any piece of bad energy in sight. A set of silver headphones played lulling sounds of nature and the flicker of white candles helped lighten the dark room as you attempted to do your midday meditation. You sat with your legs crossed neatly and your floral skirt touched the ground even when your body floated in the air in concentration.

“Y/n!”

You’ve become one with your surroundings, you felt the energy coursing through you with each deep inhale and exhale you let out and your body became weightless, unable to think of anything but absolute clarity.

“Y/n!”

The sudden yank on your headphones caused you to snap out of the trance, falling to the ground with a hard thud that had you hissing in pain, “Ow!”

“He’s here!” Jimin said, snapping the candles off while helping you untangle your headphones.

“Who?” You asked, wrapping your loose cardigan tighter around your torso.

“The one who delivered the flowers,” Jimin said urgently as he took your hand in his and practically rushed you downstairs. You didn’t even get a chance to put your shoes back on and you had to hold the end of your matcha green skirt up to keep from dragging across the floorboards.

“How do you kno—“

“Instincts,” Jimin said, wiggling his nose, “I can just tell.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him as you joined him downstairs, not fully believing he knew who he was talking about until you saw it with your own eyes. Hoseok was much more familiar to you than the other considering his costume still looked like him but Jungkook was the one who caught your attention. He ditched the gray robes for black jeans and a white shirt under a black and white leather jacket. His hair was sleek and he had facial piercings you didn’t remember seeing last time but he looked good…

“Y/n! I got the promotion!” Hoseok said cheerfully, taking your focus for himself. You smiled sweetly, “Really? That’s wonderful.”

Jungkook found himself speechless when he saw you appearing from behind the celestial tapestry. He can’t explain it but you looked utterly beautiful. The crystal suncatcher he had seen the other night proved its purpose today by reflecting a soft rainbow on your complexion and he found it hypnotizing.

“Did you receive my flowers?” He found himself asking, damn near stuttering. Today you wore a matcha green floral skirt and a cream colored cardigan matched with some crystals around your neck. It didn’t sneak past him the fact that you were barefoot but it seemed to fit you either way.

“I did, they smelled wonderful,” you said joyously, “But…”

His lips parted with worry, ready to ask what happened when a deep meow took his attention. Your black cat curled around your skirt practically begging to be picked up and you did just that, cuddling the feline against your chest, “Coal is a bit bothered by the gift.”

Jungkook was left confused, watching the cat who seemed to be glaring at him, “Cole is?”

“Yeah, you see, you spelled his name wrong,” you said with a sigh, “His name is coal like the carbonized rock, not a man’s name.”

“Oh?” Jungkook tilted his head, “Oh. Coal, black as coal?”

“It’s because he’s a black cat,” Hoseok said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world to name your cat after a fire starter.

“Well, maybe he could appreciate the effort?” Jungkook asked, trying not to think of how ridiculous he sounded practically begging the feeling for forgiveness.

“He’s a bit of a grudge holder but maybe he’ll come around,” you said with a distressed sigh, staring off into the distance seeming like your mind was miles away. Hoseok had lost interest in the conversation as he began to skim through a book about runes while your coworker slash best friend pretended not to eavesdrop behind the counter. Jungkook watched you curiously as you focused on a group of teenage girls nosing through the incense sticks.

“Whatever you said to Hobi seemed to work the other day, he aced the interview,” Jungkook said, feeling the need to try and talk to you still. There’s just something about you.

Your entire essence felt whimsical and he wishes he could pinpoint what has his heart beating so fast but he can’t.

“It was the spell,” you told him with a smile, letting it fade when he scoffed in disbelief.

“No, seriously.”

“I am being serious,” your eyes narrowed, “We put a lot of effort into it.”

Jungkook would love to argue about magic and spells not being real but it was very clear this was not the place to do it—especially not when he can hear the guy behind the counter offer a potion to someone. He seemed like a con artist and yet you worked with him, did that make you one too? When he looked at you, he could easily assume you were dressed up for Halloween, it was October and some people go all out for the month. That could be you…

Or you could be playing a part for the store, doing whatever you could to get the sales going even if it meant packaging herbs in mason jars and calling it a spell.

The look you were giving him made it obvious that you were beginning to question his intentions too and he felt the need to backtrack even if his instincts were telling him not to, “Well uh, whatever you um… did worked.”

You flashed him a pretty smile, already losing interest in him as you turned around to see who was in the store. He couldn’t help but try and follow after you in hopes of keeping your attention on him but when he took a step, he nearly tripped and had to grab you for support. The two of you looked down, a small laugh bubbling in your throat, “Coal! You do not play tricks on people just because you’re mad.”

The cat meowed in response as you suddenly dropped to your knees before him, his heart racing at the action until you began to untie his shoelaces which had been knotted together so he would trip when he took a step. Jungkook laughed nervously, “I don’t remember doing that.”

“It was Coal,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “If anyone knows how to hold a grudge it’s that cat. Coal, say sorry.”

As if the cat understood what you said, he meowed as he ran off, making sure to hit Jungkook’s leg with his tail. He shook his head in disbelief at the way Coal responded so human-like, wondering if his dog acted this way too at times but he didn’t. Bam was always sweet and energetic, not a grudge holder or trickster like the feline. With a sigh he tried moving on, looking around for you only for you to be going behind a curtain toward a greenhouse. Jungkook didn’t hesitate to follow you, not caring about the sign that said no customers and searching for you.

“So, Y/n, I was wondering if you were busy tomorrow,” Jungkook said suddenly, “I was thinking we can get dinner as a thank you for the other night.”

“Oh,” you came to a stop, staring at a basket of molasses and shook your head, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Jungkook was left speechless, unsure what to say as you once again seemed to disappear before his very own eyes, leaving him to look around confused and alone. He had no choice but to head back to the main store where he found you tying a string around Hoseok’s wrist. How did you move so quickly?

You mumbled something to his friend that he couldn’t quite hear and he’ll admit it made him a bit jealous. It’s not that he had strong feelings for you but here he is fighting plowing after that y only for you to wander off away from him. Was something wrong with him? Were you more interested in Hoseok? Jungkook had never struggled to keep a girl’s attention and yet it feels like your mind is everywhere else but him. Sure, you might be different from his usual type but did that mean he was different from yours? What kind of guy is your type anyway?

Someone with glasses who likes astrology?

“Jungkook,” you called for him rather softly and yet he went to you as if on command. You held up a string necklace with some sort of rock or marble on it and he didn’t hesitate to lean down so you could put it on him. It was a blue marble with a white circle and a black dot inside the circle.

“What is this?” He asked, swallowing dryly when your hands brushed against his neck.

“It has many names depending on where you’re from but, it’s an evil eye. It helps protect you from misfortune and anyone who wishes ill intent toward you,” you told him, making sure the bead sat perfectly between his collarbone, “I figured after the night you got your things stolen, it was better to stay protected.”

“Is there anything that would protect me against him, Y/n?” Hoseok joked, joining the two of you now, “If anyone brings me bad luck it’s Jungkook considering he’s the reason everyone’s always out to get us.”

He turned to Hoseok ready to tell him to shut up but his friend always struggled to read the room. Hoseok just laughed like he was telling the funniest joke, “Don’t look at me like that, it’s true. Who’s the one who made out with a girl who’s already taken?”

“I didn’t know,” Jungkook said and despite it being the truth, everyone looked at him differently now.

“So you’re one of those guys,” the man behind the counter said with a mischievous smirk that had Jungkook turning around to look at him. “One of what guys?”

“The ones I hex—“

“So!” You cut Jimin off suddenly, standing directly in front of Jungkook now, chest nearly touching his that his breath caught in his throat, “What are your plans for the night? Are we taking too much of your time? I’m sure it was a long drive out.”

“Is this a subtle way of saying it’s about time we leave?” Jungkook asked with an amused smile, a bit taken back by how flustered you seem to be. There was something charming about you, a complete stranger, and it keeps drawing him in. He finds you physically attractive in a way he’s never found anyone like before. He thinks you dress differently, you present yourself differently, you remind him of a fairy or some mythological creature—just enchanting… and it makes him feel ridiculous.

Why does he feel this way toward you?

“I—That’s not h-how I meant it,” you shook your head, blush running through your cheeks, “I just assumed you probably had more important things to do.”

“And what if I said this was the important thing for today?” He asked with a tilt of his head, not caring much for his friend who was busy looking at all the crystals or the guy behind the counter who pretended not to listen, “Talking to you.”

This time around he raised a smile from you, “It would be flattering, but I know it’s not.”

He smiled, “What if it was?”

You didn’t hesitate to look into his eyes despite the way he seemed to close the distance between you like you were the only two in the shop, “It’s not.”

“Why don’t you think so?” He asked, attempting to rest his arm on the counter only for him to hit Coal instead, awkwardly jumping back and watching you smile with amusement.

“Because it would be so sad to hold a mere occurrence with me, a complete stranger, with such high importance.” The tone you said it in sounded cute, like you were genuinely pitying him for living such a boring life even if that wasn’t the case.

It took Jungkook a second to process your response and he couldn’t go any further. It was very clear you didn’t want him around anymore and you already rejected his proposal to go out. He did not want to seem like a pushy person and he has to just accept that you’re simply not interested. Does it make sense to him? No. He’s a catch, every girl tends to want him—but he won’t push any further.

He swears.

“I guess we’ll get going then and let you get back to work,” Jungkook couldn’t help but look back down at your patterned skirt or pretty neck adorned with handmade jewelry, “Maybe next time I’ll buy something.”

“Next time?” You asked as he grabbed the back of Hoseok’s shirt, dragging him behind toward the front door. Jungkook smirked, “Yeah! I mean… this can’t possibly be the end, right?”

“Well, I didn’t think anything here would pique your interest,” you said looking around at the dangling gold stars and the hanging tapestries stuck to the ceiling.

“On the contrary,” he practically mimicked your form of speech as he shoved Hobi out the door, “My interest has been piqued. I’ll see you around?”

You wrapped your cardigan around yourself more snugly, feet finally growing cold under the flooring and appearing more flustered, “I guess so.”

He smiled, waving goodbye as he fought off Hoseok who nearly jumped over him to bid his own farewell.

“Oh, he’s smitten,” Jimin laughed the second the door shut with the chime of the bell above it. It made you roll your eyes almost instantly, “He’ll get over it. He seems like a flirt.”

“Mhm, and he’s flirting with you,” Jimin said, watching you with amusement, “Whatever shall you do?”

“What I always do,” you told him matter-of-factly, “Ignore.”

Jimin looked down at the book of moon magic before him, pretending to skim through it, “Like you always do? And how’s that working out for your love life.”

“Listen to yourself, you love witch,” you said with a groan, lifting a finger to slide the book away from him without touching it, “He’s a stranger.”

“Don’t they always start out that way?” Invincible hands opened the book for him as it slid across the counter till it was directly in front of him again and he resumed to read.

Jimin shrugged, “I’m just saying. It wouldn’t kill you to open up to someone.”

“It would probably kill them.”

“Yeah, but there are plenty of fish in the sea and way too many men in the world.”

The sky was a shade between blue and gray, and every now and then he could feel a rare drop of water fall on him as it threatened to sprinkle. The autumn leaves crunched under his thick shoes as he crossed the lawn of the courtyard on his way to his next class—running behind only a little.

You would think being in his last semester of schooling would make him have his shit together but it really only seems to make his life a bigger mess than before. It’s like it hasn’t clicked in his mind yet how close he is to the end and he still wants to spend his weekends getting drunk at parties and showing up to Monday morning lectures way too late.

“Jungkook!”

To be honest, he doesn’t ever want to admit it but his life is a hot mess. He’s all over the place—all the time. He gets into bad situations with girls and he does awful in school. He’s not that great at work and he struggles to focus on anything but he doesn’t know what to do.

The night of the party was a bit of a wake up call to him. Obviously he hadn’t changed yet but… he got his shit stolen and his car broke down in the same night. That’s enough drama to get a man thinking about his life choices. He needs to make changes but he doesn’t know how. How does he give up the parties and the drinking so he could take things more seriously?

“Jungkook!”

“Huh?” He slipped an AirPod out of his ear as he turned around in search of who called for him. About a foot or so away from him stood a girl, short blonde hair, painted red lips and Chanel jewelry on. She was the sort of attractive that anyone walking past might turn and stare but he just seemed to tilt his head with curiosity.

“We met at the club a few weeks ago, remember?” She asked, looking up at him with flirty eyes, “You bought me a drink?”

“I did?” Jungkook asked, letting his eyes trail down her head to her body and so on, “What’s up?”

“Oh, uh, I was wondering if you were busy today? I’ve seen you around campus and I still owe you for the drink so how about some coffee?” She asked running her fingers through her hair.

“I’m good but thanks,” Jungkook said, already attempting to walk away. He’s late for his lecture and he’s sure the professor won’t bother opening the door for him so he’s better off going to the library until his next class. He’s got two more lectures and then he’ll work tonight so there’s no time to go out with a girl he doesn’t even remember the name of.

“Wait! I just… yknow. I just want to say thank you for the drink,” she follows after him, “One cup won’t hurt anyone, right?”

He looked back down at her with a sigh. She really was cute and his usual type but he’s not interested. Sure he has about two hours before his next lecture but does he really want to waste that time on some girl he met while drunk [that he most likely only approached because he wanted to hook up with her?].

“Alright, can I pick the place?” Jungkook asked suddenly, watching the girls eyes widen happily as she eagerly nodded her head.

Jungkook had no idea why he agreed or where he even planned on taking her, he just knew it was a bit far but familiar—to him, at least.

He didn’t give her much room to come up with anything either before they were catching a bus to the other side of town where the buildings looked older and more fit for the fall season with the dead leaves and puddles in the dark pavement. Scarlet&Sage looked surprisingly busy today with customers going in and out without stop.

He only knew this because the coffee shop he was currently at was right across the street from it. Please do not ask him how this came about… he’s not sure. He just remembers seeing the cafè the last time he came over here and when the blonde girl asked for coffee it was the first place that came to mind. It had absolutely nothing to do with the whimsical character he’s encountered in the small shop of wonders.

“So, do you like the coffee here?” The blonde asked as they sat at a small round table near the large window that gave him the perfect view of the outside.

“It’s alright,” Jungkook mumbled, looking down at his cup wondering what you might be doing.

It’s not that he was weirdly obsessed or anything. He was just mildly interested.

Mildly.

His attention should be on the blonde but he couldn’t even remember her name and he was too embarrassed to ask. He talks to a lot of girls like her… he’s hooked up with a lot of girls like her and sometimes they all start to blend and he just can’t pick them apart. As stated, the blonde is hot, he’s not going to deny that and clearly he had approached her at some club for that reason but right now she just seems so bland.

It’s become a bit of a problem of his and he’s beginning to notice it. Jungkook did not consider himself a player by any means but he would be lying if he said he didn’t date a lot of girls. That’s why right now that he’s with some random girl who invited him to coffee, he couldn’t really think of her. He only agreed as an excuse to come to this side of town in hopes of stopping by the shop but now he’s stuck here with a stranger while you’re across the street doing who knows what.

The shop had been busy at open but once the rush had gone, things had visibly slowed down for the two witches. Jimin was bored to death, arguing with Coal over the dumbest of things and you tried busying yourself with useless flicks of your finger to turn on and off all the candles on the counter. Crystals by Stevie Nicks played from a small boombox tucked into a bookshelf and the cold autumn day dragged by too slow for your liking.

It’s not that you expect an exciting day on the regular but ever since you met those two strangers one October night, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would have more occurrences like that. When Jungkook sent the gift and flowers it was a nice surprise that brightened your day and when he and Hoseok popped in a few days later… well that also brought a sense of warmth. It couldn’t possibly be because you were interested in seeing Jungkook again despite how obviously handsome he was.

You do not allow yourself to fall in love or even gain a small crush toward anyone when you know the repercussions. Jimin could mock you for it all he wants but the curse has proven to be true time and time in your line of witches and you do not want anyone to fall victim to it because you foolishly allowed yourself to like someone.

Sure, deep down you’re a romantic but aren’t most people? Don’t most people wish to meet that one person that makes their heart race or their smile widen? Someone they find comfort in without even realizing it at first but once you do you don’t ever want to leave their arms? Isn’t that what everyone wishes even when they don’t know it? Even the most anti-romantic individual must at some point crave the intimacy that comes with finding the one they love.

It’s inevitable to feel this way but you can’t act upon any feelings you might have toward someone—you shouldn’t, and therefore you remain single despite something inside you wishing to change that. It’s for the best, honestly and maybe if you wish strong enough… you’ll never have to see Jungkook again because despite not knowing him at all… you can’t help but think about him.

“Y/n, I have a favor to ask,” Jimin said with a sigh as he joined you at the counter, “And there was nobody else I could think to ask this of aside from my most beautiful celestially whimsical best friend.”

The corners of your lips curved upward, rolling your eyes playfully as you waited for him to go on and just say it. His eyes met yours and with an adorable pout he asked, “Do you mind running to the post office for me? I’ve got a palm reading appointment in ten.”

“Oh, I suppose I could make a quick run,” you told him with a dramatic sigh, fighting back a smile when he squeezed your face in his hands. “I absolutely adore you, you beautiful witch.”

Jimin left to retrieve two white envelopes he needed you to drop off and you took them happily, heading to the door when you turned back to look at him, “Remind how amazing I am for doing the smallest of tasks for you.”

“Undeniably amazing.”

The coffee at the cafe was not memorable at all, in fact, Jungkook doesn’t know if he would ever come back again but deep down he knows he will, even if it’s just an excuse to stare at Scarlet&Sage. He’s ashamed to admit he couldn’t even pretend to act interested in what the blonde said and at some point she must’ve realized that because they sat together in silence. Her eyes wandered around the cafe while his focused on the brick storefront of your shop, wondering if he should stop by and say hello or not.

When the door seemed to open from the inside, he could physically feel his heart race and soon enough… you were there standing in a dark blue velvet slip dress with brown leather boots and golden star clips in your hair, shivering slightly with the cold and he acted before he could think.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook said abruptly, raising to his feet, not bothering to even look back at the blonde when she called his name and left the shop with all his things.

“Y/n!”

You read the sending addresses on the envelopes, smiling when you realized Jimin was sending this to a good friend of yours. At first, you didn’t hear the call of your name. If anything made you stop, it was the sudden howl of wind that had a stream of fallen leaves circling around you, following the sight of them until you turned back to find the one person you had been thinking about standing there before you.

“Jungkook?” You couldn’t hide the look of pleasant surprise on your face as you gave him a moment to catch up to you, “Did you trim your hair?”

That made him pause for a moment as he ran his fingers through the short black hair, shy smile on his face, “I did. Does it look bad?”

He didn’t ask where you were going when he began to walk alongside you. You shook your head, “I like it. It suits you, but I’m sure everything does, Dumbledore.”

“Will you ever let that go?” He asked slightly embarrassed by the worst night of his life and how strangely it was the reason the two of you met.

“Oh, of course,” you said, unable to catch the playful tone in his voice, “I’m sorry.”

“No, I didn—you didn—I just meant…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, “Um… so what are you doing?”

“I’m running an errand for Jimin,” you told him casually, turning the corner of the block with him at your side, “And what about you?”

“I wanted to try the coffee place across the street from you. I missed a class today and had time so…” Jungkook bit his lip wondering what more to say.

“The coffee is not good,” you said and he smiled. “It isn’t.”

“So… Y/n, I know last time you said it wasn’t a good idea but… I don’t know, I was wondering if maybe we could still try and get dinner. I don’t mean to push bu—“

“Why?” You asked suddenly, big sparkly eyes staring at him that he felt his breath hitch when the two of you stopped in front of the post office. He had to blink away the shock a few times before he was able to snap back into reality. Jungkook reached for the door, hearing the sound of bells above as he let you brush past him and head inside.

Why? What did you mean why? Did you find it strange that he wanted to go out with you? Did you think he had no valid reason to seek you out? Did he?

You left his side to drop the envelopes down the shoot before returning to him with a soft hum, singing some indie song in your head, thanking him when he held the door open for you again.

“I wish I could give you a million reasons as to why but I can’t,” Jungkook told you honestly, watching the way you seemed to shiver in the cold again. You forgot a cardigan or shawl and were sincerely regretting it now. He didn’t hesitate to take off his crewneck, offering it to you despite the cold biting his skin now and he finished his thoughts, “I only have one, Y/n and I think it’s fairly simple. I want to get to know you because I find you beautiful and interesting and you make me curious.”

“A lot of people are beautiful and interesting,” you tried to brush him off despite the sudden warmth running through your veins as you became overwhelmed by the lingering scent of his cologne on the sweater.

“But not like you,” he said and he surprised himself. When has he ever called someone beautiful and mean it? Another rustle of wind carried dead leaves in the air, this time circling around the two of you and you couldn’t help but watch one get caught in his hair.

“I don’t get you,” you admitted, walking a bit faster toward the shop now, “We’re practically strangers still and I’ve said no once so… yknow… I mean… wouldn’t you have other girls to try? Probably prettier ones and more outgoing so really there’s no need to try and go out with me when I’m sure you have better options out there with people you’re much closer to.”

Jungkook scoffed, a small smirk on his face, “I didn't think there was anything to get. I… well… yes, I do know others who I could ask but I’m not interested in any of them, only you.”

Was it that obvious that he had become a bit of a player? A romantic who jumped into relationships or flings for the adrenaline they brought? Could you read that on his face? With the way you turned to look into his eyes, he wondered if that really was the case.

You shouldn’t involve yourself with him.

It’ll only complicate things.

He seems to be a flirt, he could get anyone he wants so why is he stuck on you?

You’re already a bit interested in him too and that’s dangerous but when you look at his neck and see the necklace you gave him, you felt happy—not good.

“I’m a witch.”

Jungkook chuckled suddenly, unable to tell if you were trying to change the mood or scare him off, “Good thing it’s October and it’s the Season of the Witch.”

He doesn’t believe you, obviously—or well, not to the extent that you mean. It’s not a secret you like the craft but he doesn’t expect you to have a flying broomstick lying around.

“It’s the truth, Jungkook,” you told him as you neared the shop, “And that means I’m not good for you.”

“Why? Because you have a black cat and love crystals?” Jungkook joked lightheartedly.

“No. Because I have a curse to those who like me and it could really put them in danger,” you said and for a second he seemed to falter… genuinely wondering if you were being serious or not. He doesn’t believe in magic or curses like you’ve convinced Hobi to but it was an odd thing to say… maybe.

Maybe it wasn’t odd at all considering your lifestyle choice but…

But…

No.

You can’t just suddenly tell him that and expect him to believe it. It’s one thing to be fascinated by it all and open a store about it and actually—

Magic isn’t real.

Curses aren’t real.

“So you reject me because of a curse?” He asked, studying you closely to see how he would react. You didn’t reject him because you were uninterested, but because you believe you’re cursed? He knew you were a bit odd when he first met you but to this extent? And to know it hadn’t scared him back to the blonde who was surely already visiting Jimin to hex him. “And not because you want nothing to do with me?”

You bit your lip, “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, “Y/n, curses only have power if you believe in them and I don’t.”

Your eyes widened, unsure if you should be offended by his utter blindness to the magical or amazed by his clear mindset. What were you going on about? Did you expect him to run away when you said? Had you hoped he would? Would that have made it easier to not think about him? Maybe he just doesn’t fully believe you yet. Magic is a hard thing for everyone to accept.

People don’t want to believe what they can’t see.

“I should head inside now,” you told him quietly and you could visibly see the way he dejected, with his shoulders drooping, “And there’s something sticking out of your pocket.”

Jungkook barely had a second to process what you said before you were leaving him alone outside with his eyebrows furrowed as he felt around his black jeans with confusion.

His gaze softened with curiosity as he pulled out a piece of folded parchment paper from his pocket and opened it hurriedly.

‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you but here’s my number. xxx-xxx-xxxx — Y/n ☽’

Despite the utter confusion he felt on how you managed to put this note in his pocket, he felt more happy to know you’re opening yourself to him. He could worry about the strangeness of this later when it doesn’t feel like he’s on cloud 9 from simply getting a girls number.

“Jungkook!”

He bit the insides of his cheeks to hide a growing smile as he stuffed the paper back in his pocket, looking up with surprise as the blonde came up to him, “What happened? You suddenly left with some weirdo an—“

“I’m not interested,” Jungkook rushed out, “I’m so sorry, I seriously am but I can’t even remember your name and I’ve been too embarrassed to ask. You seem very nice and I’m sure I would’ve loved to get to know you but… but I want to pursue something with someone else. She’s a witch, apparently, which I find it hard to believe but she’s given me this note and I have no idea when she managed to give it to me without me knowing but it’s all so interesting and I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before over something so sm—“

“Asshole,” the girl gave him a small shove, cutting off his rant and stormed away from him. He watched her go with a bit of pity because she was right. He was an asshole… for taking her invitation and using it to meet you. For leading other girls on and leaving them when he was bored. For wasting their time and he swears he does feel awful now.

He wants to be different and he’s wondering if his racing heart for you would be the start.

Even with the shove the blonde had given him, he couldn’t help but smile and pull out the paper again to read over the note as many times as necessary just to remember today.

And so it began despite the countless amount of times you told yourself not to fall for anyone. It was hard when he was texting you as often as he could.

jungkook: I still want to kno how u got the note in my pocket

y/n: with magic, silly

jungkook: like a magician’s?

y/n: no :/

y/n: like a witch’s.

jungkook: …

jungkook: why are u so cute

y/n: glamour magic?

“Who’s got you smiling like that?” Jungkook’s friend asked one day as they met up at the campus library. He looked up at Taehyung who sat down across from him on some comfortable lounge chairs, already getting his laptop out.

“Her name’s Y/n,” Jungkook sat up, “She’s a bit strange and unusual—but in a good way!”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Cool, I guess. Anyway, are you coming this weekend?”

“Where to?” He asked, biting his lip as he thought of what to say back.

jungkook: or maybe that’s just how u are

y/n: maybe ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა but I’m dangerous

“Joon’s Halloween party,” Taehyung said, watching his friend smile before quickly typing.

jungkook: right…

jungkook: bc of the curse?

y/n: yeah

jungkook: nothing has happened to me yet

“Who?” Jungkook asked absentmindedly as he looked up for a mere second.

“Who?! Boy, don’t play with me. Namjoon. Kim Namjoon, big meaty buff Namjoon, our friend?” Taehyung scoffed with a laugh. Jungkook chuckled, “Oh right. Um… maybe.”

y/n: that’s bc we haven’t gone out

jungkook: so let’s change that and test the theory

jungkook: what r u doing tonight?

“I’ve invited some girls to meet us there, super hot, trust me you’ll like em,” Taehyung said despite how obvious Jungkook’s interest in you seemed. He had literally just brought you up and yet Taehyung didn’t seem to think that was going to stop Jungkook from wanting to meet other girls.

“Yeah…” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly, leg bouncing anxiously as he waited for you to answer, “I’m not really interested.”

Taehyung audibly laughed, not believing his friend as he opened his laptop to do some work. Jungkook narrowed his eyes at him, “I’m serious. I’m talking to someone right now.”

“I mean… are you bringing her this weekend?” Taehyung asked, making Jungkook shrug his shoulders. “I’m not sure Y/n would want to go.”

y/n: it’s a full moon tonight

y/n: but I’m free

jungkook: want to go out for dinner?

y/n: okay ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

The smile that grew on his face from your text nearly slipped when Taehyung spoke up, “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Come on man, it’s not like you’re dating anyone and if so when has that ever stopped you from a good time?”

“I’m not saying I won’t go, but I’m saying I don’t want to talk to any other girls, man,” Jungkook said with a sigh as he checked the time on his screen, “Alright, I’ve got to get ready.”

“Why? You don’t work till later, right?” Taehyung asked while watching his friend gather his things to leave. Jungkook nodded, “Yeah but I’ve got plans after so I have to get ready now. I’ll see you this weekend?”

Taehyung gave up on his friend and waved him off with a dismissed goodbye.

“A date?!” Jimin nearly yelled into your ear as the two of you watered the plants in the greenhouse, “You have a date tonight?!”

“No,” you shook your head, “It's not like that… Jungkook and I are just getting dinner.”

“As a date,” Jimin said with a roll of his eyes, “There’s no point denying it, Y/n. I will admit he’s not the type I thought you would go for but I support it fully if it means you’ll finally let someone in.”

“Why are you being so dramatic?” You asked, “I’m… I only agreed to dinner because he asked and I didn’t want to reject him again. Once he’s gotten. What he wants I’m sure he’ll move on to the next.”

“Y/n,” Jimin’s tone was stronger than usual, “I don’t believe that. Even if Jungkook seems to be the type… he can clearly tell there’s something about you that makes things worthwhile. Stop doubting it and just allow yourself to go out with someone.”

Just as you were about to try and brush this off with an excuse that you had to leave, Coal came prancing in holding the small skeleton fish Jungkook bought for him and set it before you to play.

When Jungkook arrived in front of the shop, he’s not sure what he expected. You looked as pretty as usual in a brown floral maxi dress and a thin lace cardigan and shimmer in your hair. You always looked pretty to him, natural and whimsical, ethereal. He’s not sure why he feels this way but he does and he likes the feeling.

“Hi,” Jungkook felt breathless as he held the car door open for you, unsure why he felt nervous at all. He’s been on hundreds of dinner dates, this was nothing new for him so why were his hands growing clammy?

“You’re nervous?” You asked, finger brushing against the front of his white shirt. A smile came to his face, “Maybe.”

“Why?” You asked even as your own heart raced with nerves.

“Honestly…” Jungkook bit his lip, waiting at your door, “I don’t know, you make me nervous.”

“Is that good or bad?” You asked.

“Good, I think,” Jungkook smiled as he shut the car door and rounded to his side.

He had no reason to be nervous, really, Jungkook was into you and he had a feeling you were into him too. Why else would you have agreed? Yes, you’re a bit strange and he still doesn’t understand what you mean by curse or how you got the note in his pocket but that doesn’t scare him. Why doesn’t that scare him?

Why did he suddenly feel like dinner wasn’t enough? He always had dinner dates. It was always his go-to first date idea.

You stared out the window as he started the car, completely unaware of his growing panic at the realization. You were more focused on the glowing moon than him and yet the silence in the car didn’t bother him. Usually, whoever he was with would talk his ear off but you were quiet right now. Were you growing bored of him before you gave him a chance to open himself up to you? Would you think the dinner reservation he set for tonight would be too cliché? You don’t seem like a 5-star restaurant date. You don’t seem like the type to care and yet he blindly set the date up in the same manner he did every other girl he went out with.

The thought alone was making him antsy and it was hard to miss the way his finger tapped against the steering wheel as he drove off.

“So, what restaurant are we going to?” You asked in a gentle voice, in hopes that maybe he wouldn’t seem so quiet. The question made him bite his lip, playing with his lip ring as his brows furrowed in thought, “I—um…”

His hands were clammy.

You blinked away your confusion, eyes dropping down to your lap as you asked, “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“No! I mean… I—I want to but uh,” Jungkook stopped at a red light, “I um…”

How does he tell you what he had planned tonight was the same thing he always did whenever he went on a date with a random girl?

How does he tell you that’s not what he wants for you?

“It’s a full moon tonight?” Jungkook asked suddenly, staring out his tinted windshield. You merely nodded your head silently.

“Change of plans then,” he mumbled to himself, turning on his blinker and when the light turned green he took a completely different route from that of the restaurant. You wanted to question him, wondering if he was taking you back home but after a while the city lights grew fewer and fewer and the hills got bigger and bigger.

Jungkook drove a short distance out of the city where large meadows began to cover fields and fields of hills. He pulled the car to the side of the road and without question he got out, opening the trunk first and you grew worried.

“Is this the plot twist? You drive me out of the city to plan my murder?” You jokingly asked as you got out of the car and joined his side. He rummaged through paper bags pulling out water bottles and small snack bags he must’ve bought a while ago. He grabbed an old blanket he tossed back there after crashing at Namjoon’s place and asked you to walk with him.

“No, it’s just,” Jungkook took a deep breath, trudging through the thick grass in the dark night with only the full moon and stars eliminating his way, “I want to do things differently with you. I wanted to get dinner, yes, but… but it’s a full moon, Y/n. Do you really want to spend your night indoors where you can’t even see it?”

He thought back to the star clips in your hair that shimmered like the sparkles in your eyes. The way you seemed to love the spirituality of life and he didn’t even have to know you well enough to know how in tune you are with nature. One look at you told him everything he needed to know and despite the cold autumn night… he knew you preferred it over wherever he planned on taking you.

“I…” you bit your lip nervously, following after him into the clear meadow surrounded by hills and a single road where the car had been parked, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand.”

“Y/n,” Jungkook stopped to look at you, “I don't know how to explain it but you feel different to me. Since the first night we met, all I could think about was you and I don’t want to ruin the first chance you’ve given me to get to know you by doing the same thing I do every time. I want to do something that would be fun, maybe, different and more to your liking. I want to know why you brought up the moon tonight or why you talk about curses and glamours and why you enjoy the smell of incense. I want to know how the note got in my pocket and how you seem to communicate with Coal like you could truly understand him. The strangeness of it all fascinates me and sitting in a stuffy restaurant eating subpar food won’t tell me anything about you besides that you let me take you on a boring date.”

“You’re a bit strange,” you confessed, a smile growing on your face as small fireflies fill the meadow, “But I like it.”

Jungkook extended the blanket on the ground, throwing the things onto it before collapsing on his side waiting for you to join him. You sat down tucking your dress under your legs and moved to lay on your back, the sound of crickets somewhere off in the distance as you stared up at the sky.

Usually, Jungkook picked the noisiest of places possible so that he wouldn’t have to have his full attention on whoever he was dining with. If the conversation got boring he could always find somewhere else to focus before he would finally just invite him to his bed. Right now he’s got nowhere else to look aside from the night sky and you.

“Do you meditate?” You asked.

“No,” Jungkook said, turning on his back with an arm tucked under his head and the other on the blanket, “But I can try.”

“Okay, take even breaths and try to clear your mind,” you told him as you let your eyes close for a moment, “The full moon is a time to let go and welcome new energy in your life by reflecting on what you need to release.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything as he tried to listen to you, tried to visualize what he would like to let go. What did he need to reflect on?

Was it his grades? His shitty part time job at the convenience store? His past mistakes in relationships?

“Listen to the sounds around you, let them help you find inner peace,” you whispered with the wind catching his breath, small sounds of nature here and there, “Visualize your dreams, your reflections. Find your release.”

It’s his last semester of school and yet he misses class when he’s late. He agrees to go out with girls he has no real intention of getting to know and he puts himself in messy situations that drag his friends along too.

He’s tired of acting the same way he did when he was younger—never took responsibility and was always careless in his actions. Even the other when he went out with the blonde but not because he wanted her, but because he could use her as an excuse to himself to come seek you out. He disregarded her feelings.

When Taehyung approached him about the girls he wanted Jungkook to meet, he expect Jungkook to lie about seeing them even when he was interested in you because that’s what Jungkook usually did.

How does he change his ways?

Tonight he wants to release his toxic patterns.

He wants to embrace change and welcome the shift of energy you brought him. He wants to form deeper connections with those around him and open himself up to new possibilities, no matter how strange.

“Y/n,” Jungkook’s voice came out raspy as his hand felt around the blanket blindly until your fingers brushed against his and he was going to hold onto them, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?” You asked him, letting him hold your hand, ignoring the sudden tingle up your arm. His eyes opened, “How do you make me want to find comfort in you when you’re essentially still a stranger to me?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said.

“Tell me about the curse,” Jungkook couldn’t believe he was saying it. It was one thing to go along with the joke over text but now that he’s lying here with you, he’s curious.

“Really?” You asked looking at him, watching him nod his head making you sigh, “Why? You don’t believe in it anyway.”

“But you do,” he said truthfully, “And I want to see what makes you believe in i—“

His words slowed down as he watched a butterfly land on your fingertip as if you called for it yourself. He’s not sure if it meant anything or if it was just the utter fascination he had of you but he wanted to kiss you. It had nothing to do with getting you in his bed tonight and everything to do with just feeling you and when he raised his finger to touch yours, he took your hand and pulled you toward him.

You didn’t pull back like he thought you might, and before he could really process it, you were leaning into him. Jungkook placed a hand on your jaw, guiding your lips to his until finally, the softest touch made his insides melt. You kissed him gently, scared almost and his face fit perfectly between your hands as he hovered over you, eyes closed and warm to the touch.

Jungkook felt as if something burst inside him and he just wanted to chase that feeling with your kisses, unable to help himself from getting lost in the moment. He felt a bit numb to his surroundings, the only feeling he had was your lips on his and your tongue running along his with need. His breath was becoming short and the soft push of your hand on his shoulder had him pulling back reluctantly.

“You’re a good kisser,” you whispered against his lips and he couldn’t help but break into a smile, pecking your lips one last time before letting his head drop against your chest.

“It’s late,” he said with a small sigh as he looked up at you, finding your eyes stuck on the full moon.

You looked down at him and he could practically see the way you glowed underneath him.

He didn’t believe in magic or witches but, how else would he explain this feeling of being under a love spell?

And if he allowed himself to believe in love spells then did he have to believe in curses too?

“Now what do you mean you’re not coming tonight?” His friend asked, sporting Jungkook as he did a set of bench presses.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it,” Jungkook answered, counting how many he did, “I’ve got plans with Y/n.”

“And what? She won’t let you out for one night?” Namjoon asked with a slight roll of his eyes as Jungkook set the bar back in place and sat up with deep breaths, “She can’t come with us?”

“It’s not like that,” he shook his head no, “I haven’t even mentioned it to her.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but scoff as he took Jungkook’s place, “Why not? Would she be mad if you told her that you were going out with friends, for fucks sake?”

“What? No, No, Y/n’s not like that,” Jungkook was getting annoyed with his friend’s assumptions, “But I already talked about this with Taehyung. I’m not interested in partying right now or anything. I just wanna… yknow, chill?”

“You don’t even sound like yourself,” Namjoon said with a laugh, deciding to not push any further, “But whatever, I get it.”

“Get what?” Jungkook watched him move the bar to begin his set.

“You’re talking to someone,” Namjoon said with baited breath, “You've gotta be on your best behavior.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “It’s not like I’m holding myself back. If I wanted to go out, I would.”

He’s being honest. You’re not keeping him from anything and it’s not like he was forcing himself to be someone he’s not but this wasn’t that serious. Yes, he had a tendency to go out with his friends every weekend and lately that’s declined but it’s not because of you necessarily. He’s just realized he’s way too exhausted these days to exert this much energy on a night he would regret by morning. He made terrible decisions and he’s tired of getting himself in trouble because of them.

“Just say the word and we can leave whenever you want,” Jungkook spoke into your ear as you looked around at everyone surrounding you. It was loud and packed with people in costumes, all looking to spend a fun night out celebrating Halloween. You’ll admit, it’s a bit out of your element but you’ll learn to adapt. It will just take some adjustment but the energy seems high and it might be more fun than staying at the shop to hand out candy all night.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, letting him place a hand on your lower back to lead you to the bar. Tonight was the first time you’ll be meeting Jungkook’s friend but you don’t feel nervous. If anything, he seemed more nervous than you and you weren’t sure how to feel about that. Since your first date the two of you have really leveled up whatever has been brewing between you since the night you met.

You’ve been spending more time together but it usually consists of Jungkook visiting you or texting all day. You haven’t had a chance to see more of him yet— as it feels like he’s been trying to accommodate you—so you’re curious to see how the night plays out with him and his friends.

“Look who finally decided to show up!” A loud voice boomed from the bar where you could see a familiar face smile at you. Hoseok waved happily at you as Jungkook led you to him and the others who watched you curiously. Hoseok ditched the hockey player costume for simple skull makeup and a leather jacket.

“There was a line to get in,” Jungkook admitted, slipping his hand in yours and pulling you forward, “What do you want to drink?”

“Surprise me,” you said with a smile. Jungkook ordered something on your behalf before turning to his other friends, “Everyone this is Y/n.”

“Jungkook didn’t do you any justice,” Taehyung said with a curious tilt of his head, “You’re way prettier than he said.”

“Oh no, what else has he said about me?” You asked with a soft tone that had both Taehyung and Namjoon blinking in surprise.

“Um, well…. A lot of things, neither one of them have shut up since they met you,” Namjoon confessed, looking to Hoseok who seemed to also think highly of you.

“Yes, I think Y/n put a spell on me,” Jungkook teased, handing you a bluish lavender drink and sending you a wink. He, of course, still felt nervous considering this is the first time he’s introducing you to his friends. It’s not that he’s embarrassed of you or anything but he’s definitely worried about what his friends would say to you. Not that long ago, Taehyung tried getting Jungkook to lie to you just because he didn’t care for how serious Jungkook felt about you. Now, Taehyung is here talking to you and Jungkook is worried he might say something he shouldn't.

Honestly, when the night started he didn’t expect you to want to come out. Namjoon had been bugging him all day about it and he had full intentions of not going out so he could spend the night handing out candy with you but… It’s like you have a sixth sense and when you asked him if he had any other plans, he told you what he was invited to and asked you to come along. He full heartedly thought you would say no because you don’t seem like the type to come out drinking but for some reason you agreed and he was happy with that.

Of course he was nervous to introduce you to the others but when he looked over at you and found you smiling softly, trying your hardest to be in the moment, he was grateful. His friends didn’t talk bad about him to you despite the occasional teasing and you didn’t seem uncomfortable by it. Every now and then he would run his thumb against your hip to remind you he’s there but mostly, he just listened.

“You’re being awfully quiet,” you said after a while. Taehyung had asked you question after question about the shop or the spell jar you made Hoseok and you indulged him in it all.

“Hm?” Jungkook fixed the tilt in your witch’s hat, “I’m just listening.”

“Are you having fun?” You asked letting his arm encircle your waist until you faced him. He looked at his friends who managed to grab the attention of some girls nearby and were in deep conversation with them.

His shoulders lifted in a shrug, “It’s alright.”

Your nose scrunched up in thought as you looked away from him, he kept you close trying to get you to look back at him, “I mean… yeah it’s fun but it’s loud and hot and… I don’t know, I kinda want it to just be us.”

“Just us?”

“Yeah, my friends have been talking to you all night,” he said it like it was a secret, “And Joon said he wanted me here so I came but now I’m really in the mood for us to leave—unless you want to stay.”

“Are you trying to ditch out on us?” Hoseok put an arm around his shoulders, dragging him into his side, “You barely come out anymore and now you’ve got Y/n here so there’s no reason to not want to party. It’s Halloween!”

“I know, but,” Jungkook played with his lip ring as he smiled lazily, “You’ve been taking all of my girl’s attention and I’m tired of sharing.”

The words slipped out but he didn’t regret them, even when you looked up at him curiously. He expected some sort of response from you but you merely smiled and shrugged like you weren’t apart of this exchange so when Namjoon asked what was up, Jungkook was honest.

“I think we’re calling it a night,” he had your hand in his, pulling into him as he looked at his friends and whatever girls they were with, “But you guys have fun.”

“That’s it?” Taehyung asked, looking at you, “Y/n, you don’t want to go to another bar?”

Jungkook released a small sigh as he looked down at you. He would love to leave but if you wanted to stay and maybe go to a few more places before ending the night… he’d do it but only because it’s what you want.

“I miss my cat,” you said it so casually that the others couldn’t understand it as an answer at first until you were waving goodbye, happy you met them but ready to go.

You didn’t talk much in the car and Jungkook drove carefully taking you back to the shop that was connected to your home. He’s not sure if you were tired or distracted but you stared out the window chasing the moon through the city. At one point he glanced over and found you nipping at your bottom lip with worry but he tried not to overthink it. The night had been good and you got along with his friends so there wasn’t anything he would change but the silence made him worry.

The car pulled up in front of the lantern lit shop and he looked at you with nerves waiting to see how you would Halloween. It was late but there were still a few people in costumes wandering around and too early to really call it a night. You silently pushed open the door, ready to leave when you sighed, “Jungkook.”

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he’s listening and you turned to him, “Earlier you called me—“

My girl.

“I know,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “I just meant… I—I don’t know. Was it corny?”

A small laugh left your lips at his sudden question and decided to tease, “Just a little.”

“Yeah, that’s what I was worried about,” Jungkook couldn’t help but chuckle, “I was trying to sound cool and…”

“Failed?”

“Whoa,” he held a hand to his chest, “I wouldn’t go that far.” The car was still on but he made no move to leave and neither did you. Instead, he just looked at you sitting half in his car with the door open, “You didn’t like it?”

“Um, it’s not that but,” you bit your lip in thought, “I’m just worried of your intentions.”

“With you?” He asked quietly, watching you nod your head shyly and he sighed, “You don’t know if it’s worth it.”

It sounded like a statement and he knew he was right. You were worried about the curse, he knew you well enough to know that but he doesn’t care. He wants to go out with you and some stupid age old curse isn’t going to change his mind. He understands that you believe it so he won’t look down on it but he wants to be with you.

“What if I said it was?” Jungkook asked with genuine curiosity, “It’d be the first time I get cursed by a witch.”

He meant the last part as a joke and it got you to smile so he was more comfortable to tease, “Maybe I’ll turn into a cat so Coal and I could be friends.”

“He doesn’t like having friends,” You said with a smile and he could practically see your walls crumble so he kept going.

“That’s a shame because I have a dog and he’s the friendliest boy you’ll ever meet,” Jungkook said with a defeated sigh.

“I’m warning you,” you said but he smiled. “I’ve been warned.”

“I won't be upset if you don’t want to see me anymore. I’m a bit weird, yknow?” You seemed to ask, already beginning to warm up to the idea and it was enough to give him hope.

“I would have never guessed,” he said as he twisted a silver star charm you had styled in your hair, leaning closer and closer till his face was only a couple centimeters away, “And if you’re trying to scare me off, it’s not working—I can wake up with a bald head of hair tomorrow and I’ll be fine with it as long as I get to talk to you again.”

“So, do you want to come up then?” You asked and you didn’t have to say it twice for him to be powering off the engine so he could follow you inside.

For the first time ever, he disappeared behind the celestial tapestry that led up to your front door, trying to look around in the darkness. You liked rich shades of purple and blue. You liked stars and sheer drapes on your ceilings. You liked stain glass lamp shades and big soft rugs. Your house was like a whimsigoth cottage in the city and your bedroom was everything he imagined it to be even in the dark.

He expected you to turn the lights or something but instead you seemed to snap a finger before a couple candles lit up the bedroom and he was lost in wonder. It felt like he was enjoying a cozy night in the woods, like he just rested his head on your lap and listen to you read his palm.

“Sorry, it’s a bit messy,” you shoved a couple books aside and looked around the bedroom, “Is there anything I can get you.”

Jungkook shook his head, deciding to go through your vinyls with curiosity, smiling whenever he saw a vinyl with the word ‘witch’ in the title. You explained to him that it was all Jimin’s doing because he found it funny to buy you every vinyl with a Halloween or witchy vibe to it.

“Jungkook,” you called to his distracted mind and he lifted his eyes to you, the reflection from the lit candles in his gaze. You were standing by the edge of your bed, looking shy as you took off the witch’s hat. His lips parted with surprise, letting his feet take him to you until you were face to face and so close that his front brushed against yours. “Is this really something you want?”

He was the guy who had every girl he wanted. He would go to parties and make out with people he should. He would make bad decisions and regret them right after but this feels far from a bad decision. It’s the first time in a while that something felt right and it had to be you. There’s a reason why he’s been cleaning his act up, going to all his classes, showing up to work on time and ditching the nights out getting drunk.

Of course this was something he wanted.

He wanted you.

He had feelings for you.

You felt warm and he wanted to brush his fingers against your hair. Your touch was gentle but sudden as you ran a hand down the front of his chest, circling around his neck taking all his attention once more and he began to lean into you.

“Of course this is something I want,” he said just above a whisper, letting his hands touch down on your waist, unable to hold himself back any longer before he was pressing his lips to yours and kissing you effortlessly.

You tilted your head back, kissing him with equal hunger as he pulled you even closer until your bodies began to mold together into one before guiding you to lay back on your bed. Jungkook was gentle but firm, his hands felt rough but he touched you with such softness when he ran them down your sides. He didn’t hesitate to try and relish in the feeling of you under him, kissing along your neck and pressing his lips to your pulse point until he could feel your breath hitch in your throat.

You’re not a virgin but you’re not entirely experienced and yet you couldn’t find it in you to be nervous. Not even when his hands began to hitch up your black dress making you raise your hips enough for him to pull it up. Jungkook never once pulled his lips away from your skin, the desire to leave love bites was too strong and you were so soft underneath him. You looked up at your dark ceiling with its silver stars plastered all over and a handing moon lantern at the center, letting him kiss down your chest and navel.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook asked with genuine concern as he laid between your parted legs. The skirt of your dress had been pulled up to your stomach exposing the black underwear you wore, feeling his gentle fingers run against your hips patiently. A smile came to your face when he rested his head against your thigh, looking up at you lovingly and you nodded your head.

Jungkook pressed a kiss to your inner thighs, nose brushing against the sensitive areas as his nimble fingers began to brush along the thin black fabric, not yet touching you directly but feeling the outline of what was underneath. He could almost feel it all, the curve of your mound down to the slit where he pushed his thumb against until he could make out your entrance and feel the way you seemed to gasp when he teased you.

You had to bite down on your lip to keep in the surprised yelp from the way he began to pull your underwear down, moving to kiss whatever he exposed, not shying away from being more intimate. He raised your leg, sliding the cloth off before placing soft kisses against your calf and thigh, leading your legs over his shoulders before he laid back down and looked at what was between them. You felt like running away from how focused he seemed on your heat, almost asked him why until he was leaning down, tongue coming out to swipe against your hooded clit teasingly.

The bed was lush with pillows, using them to sink your head into when he did it again, this time more firm and intentional. You’ll admit, it’s been a while since you last had gotten intimate with someone so you couldn’t help but squirm when his tongue became more languid in its movements, separating your folds with the tip of it and letting his lips tug on the pulled skin. You couldn’t help but gasp, feeling his fingers pinch your thighs to keep you still while he circled your hardening clit with the tip of his tongue before kissing your labia and licking up whatever slick you released.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but let out when he pressed his tongue against your entrance, nose pushing against your clit and just letting himself be completely engulfed by your essence. You could practically feel him smile against your core when he tilted his head to the side to tug your labia softly between his lips before letting it go and repeating the action.

When your hand found his hair, he seemed to pause wondering if you wanted him to stop, but then he felt a tug and he was helplessly following after you until you kissed, neither caring if there was the taste of you on his tongue. A low groan bubbled up in his throat that slipped through your lips when your tongue licked along his like you didn’t care he had just been kissing your soaked pussy and that made him unbelievably hard.

Jungkook moved a hand down to your legs, finding its way to your wet cunt, gently pressing into the puddle of slick at your entrance before moving up to your clit and rubbing it between his fingers. Your hands were in his hair, tugging softly whenever he did something you liked and with his tongue down your throat, he didn’t hesitate to tease your entrance with his middle finger, already feeling how tight your walls are when he began to press inside. Your mouth slipped open in pleasure as he thrusted a long finger into your cunt, palm flat against your clit and rubbing it in rhythm with his finger that soon became two, “You’re so wet, Angel.”

His fingers were completely soaked and anytime he pulled out his fingers to push them back in, he could practically feel the puddle around them and it made his dick throb in his pants. Your kissing came to an end when Jungkook couldn’t help but feel the need to disappear between your legs again, a bit annoyed that the fabric of your dress was in the way but pulled away anyway.

You arched your back off the bed in pleasure when his mouth found your clit again, paying his full attention back on it instead of his fingers which never relented on pumping in and out of you with such vigor that your legs began to shake, “Jungkook.”

“Hm?” He moaned, teeth lightly tugging on your folds and watching them go back until he licked against them to do it again.

“Are you close, Angel?” Jungkook asks with an unusually hoarse voice when you start to clench around his fingers, “Go ahead, let go for me.”

Your face hot and your chest heaving at the intensity just as it hits you and you’re cumming with a whimper that you try and hide behind a closed fist when his tongue eagerly licks up your release as it flows out and around his fingers. It took him a while to stop, only when he felt your thighs tremble did he pull away, some of your release coating his lips and piercings that he hungrily licked clean. A curse left his lips breathlessly as he sat back on his knees and looked down to see the way your pussy was flooded in slick.

You sat up once you had caught your breath, moving closer as he stared at his coated fingers curiously and without thinking, you took his hand by the wrist and brought his fingers toward your mouth. He watched you lick the space between them before bringing them into your mouth and sucking your essence clean off them.

“Fuck, Y/n,” his eyes fell shut as he let himself sink into the feeling of his fingers being sucked into your warm mouth and it was so hot in this bedroom. He pressed his thumb against your cheek as he attempted to take his fingers out of your mouth so he could use two hands to undress finally and you let him do just that. You bit into your bottom lip when he took his shirt off exposing more tattoos and muscle you had never seen but knew was there.

He looked at you as he undid his jeans, kicking them off along with his briefs exposing his hard cock that pointed straight with need that had him wincing at even the slightest touch of his hand against his tip. You quickly pulled on your dress, proving Jungkook’s earlier thoughts right when he questioned if you wore a bra or not—the answer was not—and it led him straight back to you. He kissed down your collarbone, hands on your hips as laid down between your legs, cock against your core causing him to moan out when he raised a hand knead your breast.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispered in realization as he looked down at the way his slick began to tease your clit. Of course he wanted to continue but he doesn’t have any protection and it’s up to you what you want to do.

Your hands roamed against his back, “Jungkook.”

He looked up at you, lip pulled between his teeth when he felt your hand disappear between your pressed bodies until it circled around his stiff member making him bite back a groan of pleasure. You gave him a few strokes, guiding him down until his tip slipped into your slick and he looked at you with want when you said, “Just fuck me.”

It was all he needed to let himself sink into your entrance, a low moan leaving his lips as he felt his cock open your walls to adjust to his size. He didn’t stop pushing until he was all in, waiting there and feeling your breath grow more impatient as you got used to the feel of him.

He took things nice and slow, still concerned that you might want to end things any second, hoping you began to feel easy how good it felt when he rolled his hips, pushing more of his cock into you when you tightened.

“Fuck…” Jungkook couldn’t stop from cursing as pleasure took over his instincts. His body perfectly molded against yours with no space between them as he only used his hips to fuck you, “So good.”

Although he’s ashamed, he’ll admit that he has had his fair share of sexual intercourse but he can’t remember the last time he felt this good. His body felt like it was moving on its own accord, seeking its own pleasure with yours and he was so close. He kissed along your neck when you tipped your head back, lips parted with the force of his hips pushing himself deeper in a steady, but rough thrust of his cock.

Your breasts pressed against his chest as he practically hugged you to him with each thrust and he knew you were as close as he was to release. He brought a hand up your side until he was cupping a breast in his palm, kneading the soft flesh and rubbing his fingertip against your nipple watching the way your jaw seemed to drop in warning that you were close. Despite his hair being much shorter than it used to be, it still fell forward and over his eyes looking sweaty.

“You feel so good, Angel” he grunts, talking you both through orgasm. It was true, although he was doing all of the work, every little moan he pulled out of you mixed with the feel of your body against his felt so damn good. It made all this patience he had when it came to you worth it.

When Jungkook knew you were just over the edge, he brought his hand down, barely pressing it into your clit when he felt your walls tighten, a growl leaving his lips at how you sucked his cock in until finally, the tension broke and he felt himself flood with your release. He dug his face into your neck, shaking slightly as he bit back his own orgasm until yours subdued and he carefully guided his dick back out. Once the air hit his exposed, soaked member, everything broke loose.

You had taken him in your hand, stroking him through release and costing your thigh in his cum, listening to his string of moans and groans of pleasure with a gentleness he’s not sure he’s ever felt.

It took you both a while to regain some awareness and were ashamed to admit it was Coal’s persistent meowing on the other side of the bedroom door. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh as he let himself collapse down on your bed next to you, breathing heavily with a hand on his chest as he saw stars—literally, littered across your ceiling. His hand searched endlessly for some sign of you, taking a lock of your hair and twisting it around his finger when you moved to sit up, hands covering your exposed intimates almost shyly. He raised a curious brow, sitting up on his elbow as he looked at the mess the two of you had made.

“You okay?” He asked with concern. The candles lit around the room reflected a soft glow off your skin and you looked as ethereal and whimsical as he thought that first night.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “I think I need a shower, though.”

He smiled, “So let’s take one.”

The next morning you found him sitting at the wooden counter of the shop.

“What are you reading?” You asked Jungkook as he had a book open, studying it carefully.

“Natural contraceptives,” Jungkook mumbled as he wrote down the names of various herbs on an old napkin, “I should have been more prepared last nigh—Do you have Black Cohosh or Angelica by chance? I heard if you drink it in a tea, it should help promote menstrua—“

Your hand covers his mouth when you felt the tall tale signs of your best friend approaching. Even before Jimin opened the door to the shop, he had a shit eating grin at the sight of you two, and not caring much for secrecy as he waved a finger to turn the sign to ‘OPEN’.

“So what did the two of you get up to last night?” He asked casually, trying to peak at the book that you quickly slammed shut bringing an amused smile to Jungkook’s face.

“We went out for some drinks,” Jungkook answered, standing up with an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I’m going to start boiling water.”

It was strangely comical and endearing the way he acted and Jimin watched the way your gaze followed after him.

“Wow, and I didn’t even have to cast a love spell to bring that look into your eyes.”

On the night of November 1st, outside during a crescent moon, Jungkook asked if you could be his girlfriend sounding strangely shy that you couldn’t say no.

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♡ Pile 1

How do you see yourself?

You see yourself as a joyful person who likes to have fun and juggle many things at once. You view yourself as adaptable, dynamic, and fast-paced. You strive to maintain balance in your life. Perhaps you see yourself as someone who is too agitated, trying to keep everything together but struggling with a bit of messiness. You are worried that you can't always solve every problem or you aren't versatile enough. You are practical and you tend to take too much at once, but you know you are good at that.

How do you think others see you?

You believe that others perceive you as a resilient and strong individual who has gone through many challenges in life. You think they see you as a warrior who can endure any obstacle that comes your way. You also believe that you excel at setting boundaries and people recognize your persistence, ability to push forward, durability, and unwavering stance on important matters.

What do you project?

You project that you are struggling emotionally. maybe you suffered from heartbreak recently and that's why others see you struggling. When you experience heartbreak, loss, or betrayal, it can be difficult to hide the impact it has on you. Often, others can sense that you are not feeling your best. This may be due to your facial expressions, gestures, and body language projecting your sorrow, depression, or grief. However, others may also sense that you possess the strength to endure emotional pain and anguish, and that you have the capacity to cope with difficult times and emotions. Despite the challenging circumstances, they can see that you are getting through it.

How can you improve your image?

To build a positive image, focus on developing self-confidence, optimism, and a sense of self-assurance. Recognize your own strengths, resilience, and determination, and celebrate your successes and progress with others. Cultivate a positive self-image by showcasing your talents, achievements, and skills, and don't be afraid to reward yourself for your hard work. By accepting love and attention from others, you can build strong and supportive relationships that will help you achieve your goals and thrive in life. Remember, with dedication and perseverance, you can create a positive image that reflects your true potential and inspires others to do the same.

Who/How are you?

Whether it's in the present, past or an ongoing experience, you may have encountered a sense of loss, betrayal, heartbreak or any other kind of ending that has left you feeling defeated, physically and mentally exhausted, unable to react, powerless, discouraged, and sad. It's a feeling that things have come to an end and a new beginning is approaching. You may feel resigned to this situation, and it may have taken you by surprise. Someone or something may have hurt you deeply, and you may feel like there is nothing you can do about it. But with time, a new beginning will approach, and you'll be able to start your life anew. ♡

♡ Pile 2

How do you see yourself?

You perceive yourself as someone who is often lost in thought, too absorbed in your mind to notice what is happening around you. Perhaps you are moody, bored, or indifferent. You don't seem to experience gratitude or joy for anything in particular. You may overanalyze things and miss out on opportunities as a result. You see yourself as someone who is introspective and contemplative, but you struggle to feel content or fulfilled. You don't have a passion or feel emotionally connected to anything. You may be stuck in a negative/lack mindset and find it difficult to appreciate what you already have.

How do you think others see you?

You believe that others perceive you as a patient, moderate, balanced, and a calm person. You think that people see you as someone who enjoys going on adventures and embracing all kinds of experiences. Additionally, you think that others view you as open-minded, flexible, and capable of accepting diverse opinions and ways of living. You don't consider yourself as a person who thinks in black and white, but rather as someone who avoids extreme points of view. Perhaps you believe that people see you as someone who is not vengeful, holds no grudges, and is diplomatic and stable.

What do you project?

You exude calmness and balance while projecting emotional intelligence and the ability to empathize with people's feelings. You possess the skills to help others with their emotional problems and have the ability to connect with your own emotions and creativity. People feel heard and understood when they talk to you, and you have a reassuring presence that can comfort and uplift them. You healthily express your emotions and are unafraid of being perceived as sensitive or emotional. You have a strong intuition that enables you to read others' emotions accurately and know when someone needs support. You are a loving, artistic, and magnetic individual who is capable of dreaming big and inspiring others with your creativity and passion.

How can you improve your image?

Be ready to unleash your inner child by embracing your childlike wonder and free-spirited personality. Ignite your adventurous side and discover new horizons with an open and curious mind. Don't let a lack of enthusiasm hold you back - break free from routine and indulge your curiosity. Follow what intrigues you. Get out of your head, and look at the bright side. The key to finding your passion is to approach life with a playful attitude and a desire to explore new ideas. Don't take yourself too seriously and don't worry about making sense of everything. You don't need to get attached to something to find it fun. Work on your fears. As you embrace your journey, you'll inspire others to follow your lead and tap into their own sense of wonder. Let humor be your guide and start smiling more as you uncover all the exciting experiences that await you.

Who/How are you?

You possess a reflective, methodical, and calm personality. You are someone who doesn't rush into things and takes their time to contemplate and evaluate the situation before action. You are careful with your work and like to commit yourself fully to it. You are a perfectionist. Your introspective and composed nature allows you to think through things deeply and come up with practical solutions. You value your work and like to reflect on the outcome, which helps you learn from your experiences and grow. You are intellectually practical and don't take any risks without careful planning. You are a patient, dedicated, and meticulous individual who values quality work and likes to appreaciate the fruits of their labor.

♡ Pile 3

How do you see yourself?

You see yourself as someone who possesses a remarkable collaborative personality that enables you to effortlessly blend the energies and abilities of all team members, resulting in outstanding project outcomes. Your ability to work in teams is a testament to your skill and capability. You are focused, dedicated, and driven to succeed, with a good eye for detail and a talent for employing practical skills to achieve your goals. Your meticulous planning and thoughtful consideration of all aspects of a project reflect your reliability and conscientious nature. You are aware of your strong work ethic, combined with your friendly and trustworthy demeanor. You are highly committed to your work, practical, and reliable which inspires confidence in your abilities.

How do you think others see you?

You may feel like others don't fully understand you or perceive you accurately. It's possible that you have an unclear sense of your own identity, or that your identity is constantly changing based on your emotions or what's currently going on in your life. This can make it difficult for others to get a clear picture of who you are, and you may feel misunderstood. You might even feel like you can't be your true self, or that there isn't a true version of you that you can show to people. It's possible that you feel like others see you as fake or delusional, or that they pick up on your insecurities and emotional struggles so their perception of you is clouded by emotional projections. You may worry that you confuse people or that they have false beliefs and wrong ideas about you.

What do you project?

You might unknowingly convey your inner feelings of doubt and unease to those around you. Perhaps you are currently low on energy, and those around you can sense that you are feeling defeated. You might be projecting an absence of assertiveness in your communication and actions, indicating that you are unsure of your ability to win your battles and succeed. It's also possible that you are projecting a lack of confidence in yourself and your boundaries, giving off the impression that you are easily giving up and that you don't stand up for yourself. Maybe others perceive you as someone who starts unnecessary conflicts and behaves recklessly. You may also be projecting a lack of experience and commitment, which could result in you frequently stepping back from challenging situations. Overall, you project insecurity and a lack of motivation.

How can you improve your image?

To improve your image, you must embrace the unknown and uncertainty with boldness, readiness, and vitality. Identify the factors that are holding you back and draining your energy. Instead of wasting your time and focusing on insecurities, learn to be assertive, spontaneous, and willing to take risks. Redirect your focus intelligently. Feel the fear, and do it anyway. Trust in your ability to overcome any challenge that comes your way. Don't hold back your wild side; be authentic and unapologetic. Take care of your health and engage in sports that will help you gain confidence and vigor. Expand yourself and seek ways to grow instead of limiting yourself. Remember, you are capable of achieving anything you set your mind to.

Who/How are you?

You may be currently undergoing a process of healing, or are considering such a journey. You are beginning to view your pain, struggle, and grief in a new light, and as a result, you are experiencing a sense of release from emotional pain. You are starting to feel more peaceful and serene, and you are gaining a deeper sense of self-awareness. You are recovering from a past event that has had a profound impact on you, and you are gaining hope and faith in your healing journey. You are engaging in various forms of emotional release, such as journaling, meditation, or talking to someone. You help others to heal by sharing your own journey. You are attuned to your feelings and learning to experience them, rather than trying to control or over-analyze them. You are someone who is overcoming emotional obstacles and developing a sense of self-acceptance and inner peace. Your journey of healing is a testament to your strength and resilience, and serves as an inspiration to others who may be going through similar experiences.

♡ Pile 4

How do you see yourself?

You appear to be someone who possesses a strong sense of willpower. You are confident in your abilities to manifest your desires and you have all the resources at your disposal to achieve your goals. Your skills and creativity are impressive, and you possess the strategic prowess and focus to make things happen. You also possess a sense of empowerment and cunning, which makes you a natural leader with a flair for innovation.

Your persuasive and analytical abilities have made you a force to be reckoned with, and you are well aware of your power and influence. However, you may have noticed that this energy is not always directed in a positive direction. You may have used your persuasive abilities to manipulate, control, or deceive others, rather than using them to inspire and motivate. Perhaps you have struggled to channel your creativity in a way that benefits yourself and others, and as a result, you may have suppressed it altogether. You may also feel that you lack consistency in your endeavors, which can lead to wasted potential or a lack of progress. You may struggle to be honest and coherent with your thoughts and actions, which can lead to a sense of confusion or frustration. Despite these challenges, you deeply understand that you have the potential to overcome them and tap into your full potential.

How do you think others see you?

You believe that others perceive you as a deep and dynamic individual, characterized by a continual process of transformation and evolution in your life. You feel that they recognize your innate ability to undergo significant metamorphoses and serve as a catalyst for change. You sense that others regard you as someone who wields profound influence, capable of instigating transformative shifts within themselves and their surroundings. You believe that people perceive your resilience and profound depth, viewing you as a revolutionary figure who fosters renewal and facilitates healing processes. You think others see you as a radical person.

What do you project?

You appear to be experiencing a sense of detachment from your expertise and proficiency. You project that your level of engagement with your work has diminished compared to previous times. Your attention and organizational skills seem to be faltering, leaving others with a feeling of uncertainty regarding your reliability and dependability. It appears that practicality eludes you, and you are out of harmony with those around you, resulting in a lack of confidence in your abilities both professionally and in your daily pursuits. Your friends or colleagues may detect a noticeable disconnect, sensing that you are not resonating on the same wavelength as before and that your connection with them has weakened. Don't take this as a further discouraging message. Remember that this is also part of your journey so embrace it, and seek to realign at your own pace. You may be projecting this however it doesn't have to be the truth about you.

How can you improve your image?

Enhancing your image begins with embracing both your triumphs and setbacks, as they are integral parts of your journey toward personal and professional growth. By acknowledging and learning from your experiences, you pave the way for self-improvement and evolution. Make time for introspection, allowing yourself to release any burdens and cultivate gratitude for the lessons learned. Reclaim your power by reframing disappointments as opportunities for growth and resilience. Stay proactive in seeking out avenues for advancement and expansion. Re-center yourself by decluttering not only your physical surroundings but also your mental and spiritual spaces. Through this deliberate process of self-care and empowerment, you position yourself to thrive and radiate confidence in all aspects of your life. Remember that you can't grow new flowers until the old ones have decomposed into soil. Focus on growing new flowers, not in the decomposed old ones.

Who/How are you?

You have a vibrant persona thar radiates humor, making interactions with you a delight. You exude a carefree optimism that uplifts those around you. Your approach to life is characterized by a refreshing lack of attachment to material possessions, opting instead to savor experiences with an insatiable curiosity and boundless enthusiasm. You embrace each moment as an opportunity for joy and discovery. Recognizing the analogy of life to a perpetual celebration, you conscientiously cultivate an attitude of a gracious host, ensuring that every encounter is filled with warmth and vitality. Your capacity to maintain a lighthearted perspective, coupled with an unwavering focus on the bright side of life, reflects a remarkable depth of wisdom and resilience. You have an infectious smile and unforgettable laughter, and you embrace your childlike wonder.

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Bewitched | JJK

In a world where magic pulsed quietly beneath the surface, he showed up. Too curious. Too kind. And maybe just a little too familiar. The closer he got, the harder I pushed him away. And in this place built on secrets, even the smallest spark can unravel everything. Maybe having him by my side isn’t that bad…

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: WITCH!! Fluff(?) matured(?), fantasy, angst(?) slow burn, hate->?

This is a work of fiction. Events, characters, and depictions are entirely imagined and do not represent the real-life actions or personalities of any real individuals, including the idols mentioned.

A/N: Reader is MEANY MEAN at first (?) I like my oc's a girlboss hehe ^^

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“What do you mean I have to take care of… it? I’m not a babysitter, you know?” I huff as I eye the man—who is twice my size, if I must say. But knowing myself, no matter how big he is, it doesn’t matter. With a simple spell, he could be flying out of my house now. He has his bag on his shoulder, and the other two bigger bags on his hands. He really seems like he planned to live here—as if I'll let him!

This place is my sanctuary, definitely not for someone like him.

“I'm 26 years old… not a baby,” he mutters, which makes me roll my eyes.

“Well, I’m 248 years old. Do I look like I care?,” I reply as I smile at him mockingly.

His eyes widen as he meets my gaze in a snap. I raise a brow at him, analyzing why he would react like that. If my trusted ally brought him here, he wouldn’t have reacted in that way.

Jin clears his throat to get our attention. “I’m not asking you to babysit him. I’m telling you to let him stay here and teach him some of your spells. Just enough that he could protect himself,” he calmly says, but his tone has that authority I’ve always known.

His statement made me pause and think. Crossing my arms, I eye the youngest again. “Are you sure he’s… a witch? I don’t sense any mana in him.”

“There’s more than meets the eye, Y/n,” he says with a deep chuckle, smirking briefly before it fades right away. “And he’s a half-blood.”

I let out a loud laugh upon hearing his last statement. “A half-blood? Which moron would fall for a trap and fall for a… human?” I utter with pure disgust, especially on the last word.

Laughing like there’s no tomorrow, Jin cuts me off by the name I made sure I won’t hear again. “Lyra. His mother is Lyra while his father is a man-”

“Who betrayed her. You know I know him.” My jaw clenches at the mention of them. Memories of my best friend suddenly floods my mind, and as for the man… My blood boils just by hearing about him again. “The great Jeon Hyunsoo… The only human who somehow tricked the leader and made her leave all of us. Turn her back as if we were nothing but old comrades.” I spit, disgusted by the words that are coming out of my own mouth.

Never have I ever thought, after all these years, I will hear from them again. Moreover, seeing their… child.

“W-what do you mean? My dad loved my mom. He would never...” The youngest chimes in, looking at me like a lost sheep.

“Oh, really?” I say before laughing sarcastically. Laughing like a maniac that I had become. “He loved your mom? Hmm… interesting… He loved her enough to betray the clan of her lover…”

Smirking, I walk closer to him, leaving some space that’s enough he’d feel my maddening mana—if he even can. “Say… do you remember seeing me when you were around… eight, perhaps? No? Ever wonder why?” My tone and voice are laced with deadly poison—clinging to the sharp prick of my words.

“Y/n, that’s enough.” Jin sternly says from behind which I completely ignore.

The young half-blood looks at me with uncertainty, shock… with fear, just how I like it. Thousands of questions must be running in his head by now, and who am I to not give him the answers.

Smiling like a creep, I ask him, “Tell me, are you fond of necklaces?”

“N-no…” He breathes, afraid that if he steps with the wrong foot, he’ll vanish through the air.

My brows narrowed while I pouted in a mocking manner. “That’s… sad. Anyways, do you wanna know what my necklace is made of?”

He doesn’t utter nor does he breathe. The corners of my lips tugs upward, forming a sadistic smile. A normal human—or any witch—who knows what I’m capable of would have their knees trembling, and they would immediately kneel and bow, begging for my nonexistent mercy.

Even with his fear, he stands still. He surely is the son of Lyra—both are amusingly stubborn. Not even death made her falter. I knew it, because I saw it.

“My necklace is made by hundreds of humans’ and witches' memories. Some asked me to do it so that the pain they felt would be gone, while some were… Let’s say I had no choice but to take a certain memory.”

I step back, my grin earlier also falters. “But do you know the curse of having this ability? I can’t take mine, or else my memory would ruin the others and it will break the necklace. All of the memories will scatter and float around like ghosts. Someone has to keep it. Sometimes, out of boredom, I play those memories like a video—using my necklace as a projector.”

“So… you’re saying that you have a certain memory of mine?” He utters in disbelief.

“Bingo!” I wink at him, mocking him even more. “You’re not that dumb after all, I guess.”

“Why?! What is it about?” His voice raises a bit. The earlier fearful gaze turns into… something. A flicker of defiance in his eyes as he steps closer.

Did I see it right? No… It’s impossible.

“It’ll be better, if you don’t know.” Jin chimes in, stepping to stand in between us.

“He’s right, kiddo. Even though I’d love to torment you with the memories—I can’t. I can’t make you watch it nor give back the memory itself to you.” I shrug casually before walking away to plop myself on the couch.

“Why?” he asks in a stern tone.

I chuckle sarcastically as I turn on the TV. “I’ve never tried, and… I don’t wanna try. Who knows if the consequence is way worse.”

Sensing that he’ll ask more, I murmur a simple spell so that he’ll fall asleep. I close my eyes as I vividly imagine his face before whispering, “Extovea…” (eks-to-vi-yah)

Soon, a loud thud echoes across the room that leaves me smirking. Changing channels as I can’t care less to bother to even check on him. Before I can find something to watch, Jin steps in front—blocking the screen.

He’s gonna nag, isn’t he?

“Y/n? Really?” Jin groans and snatches the remote in my hand. “Now I have to carry him to his room,” he says as he glares at me.

With a scoff, I raise a brow and stand up to meet his eyes that bores into me. “What room? I never agreed to let him stay here.”

“Y/n, this is not up for discussion. He'll stay here,” he sternly says, his eyes throwing daggers at me.

“Then why does he have to stay here? Why here?”

“Because you can protect him.”

I take a step back, not expecting him—out of all people—to ask me such a favor like this. “And what made you think that I'd protect his—their child?” I spit, gritting my teeth.

“Because I know you. You won't let the past ruin the future,” he says, his voice remains neutral and calm.

Hypocrite…

I scoff, “Fine. Protect him from who exactly?”

I can see the hesitation in his eyes… But why?

“I… I can't tell you yet.”

“Wha—No. Tell me or I'll feed him to the wild boars.”

“Oh, you wouldn't do that.”

I snort and smirk at him—daring him to push my limits. “We'll see…”

“He can shapeshift into any animal...? The young half-blood asks as he stares at my bruises.

We're sitting in the living room where the situation all started.

He had just woken up from his sweet little nap an hour ago. I told him that if he ever does something stupid, I'd turn him into a frog—good thing he's stupid enough to believe it.

Then I asked him how he met Jin, and no wonder that dirty shapeshifter was away from me for weeks. He had been the kid's pet—a cat, to be exact.

“Yeah… And this is all because of you! He turned into a bird and pecked me nonstop… Witches don't heal like humans do, you know?” I hiss when I dab the drenched cotton on the bruises.

Of course he doesn't know.

“Anyways, I didn't get your name.”

“Oh—I'm Jungkook…”

“Such an ugly name… I bet your father chose it, huh?” I snort as I try to focus on my wounds.

His brows twitch before he calmly replies, “My mom did, actually…”

Whatever.

I scoff as I finish treating my wounds.

Jungkook just stares at me the whole time. I don’t know why, but even his breathing irks me so much.

Gritting my teeth, I turn to him and frown. “What?”

“Aren't you… uh… a witch? Can't you make a potion and drink it to heal yourself instead?” he says with a rather genuine curiosity that annoys me even more.

Patience, Y/n… Jin told you he'd do it again if you won't teach this kid a thing or two.

I roll my eyes and sigh. “Okay, listen. Witches have different special traits.

First, Florohex (flor-oh-hex). They're the nature witches. They take care of the balance of nature in this world. Since humans like to destroy anything that breathes. They make potions to plant, or in rare areas they make barriers.

“W-witches do that?” He stutters as he hesitates—seeming like he's testing the waters.

I scoff, annoyed by how much explaining I need to do. “Humans portrayed us as the ones that destroy everything—the wicked. But, I think you're old enough to know that humans are, right?”

“Well… kinda…I mean, not all.”

“Yeah, whatever. Next is, Faunex (fow-nex). They guard and can communicate with animals. Some can even transform into them—like Jin. They also ensure ecological balance.

Next is the stereotype witch, Nocturex (noc-tuh-rex). They practice black magic.”

“Like, cursing people?”

“Exactly—cursing people. They are the last type of witches you'd want to meet. Don't you ever mess with them, got it?”

Even with fear in his eyes, he nods—understanding the possible consequences.

“And the last one, is Sanohex (sah-no-hex). They're practically the healers. Can cure everything but can never revive the dead. But the thing is… it's probably the most useless one.”

Jungkook frowns and tilts his head. “Why is it useless?”

It's weird to see that face looking so… naive.

“Because that kind of witch can heal others but not themselves. It's a curse, I think. That's why some use Sanohex as their slaves—a lot have died from it.” I bluntly say as I put away the medicines that I had used. “But Sanohex can heal a fellow Sanohex too.”

“Then… What kind of witch are you?”

I smirk, turning my gaze to him. “Why don't we test my powers on you to know?”

He quickly looks away. It's still kinda odd to see a grown man like him looking so scared… or flushed?

As I let out a dark chuckle, I walk away to put the things in the small drawer next to the TV.

“Every witch is born with mana. It is the only way someone can practice these magics. Without mana, no matter how many times you chant a spell or do those ridiculous gestures you see on TV, it'll be useless.” I pause, looking back at him. “Thinking about it… I don't sense any mana in you…”

“How do you know if a person has mana?”

I walk back and sit close to him—where he quickly scoots away, making sure there is enough space for him to escape. I snort, and get closer to him again. Before he can scoot away again, I force him to look at me. Grasping his face with both of my hands as I lean in closer.

“Stay still. Look at my eyes,” I softly say but still have that commanding edge. Jungkook does as he's told, then I ask him, “What do you see?”

“Uh… eyes?”

My patience is wearing thin with this kid. It takes more than just courage to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him again.

“What color are they?”

His eyes widen—probably because of the realization. “P-purple..?”

“Technically amethyst purple, but sure.” I shrug before losing my hold onto him and leaning back. “Witches have different types of eye color, depending on their mana or what type they are. Other than that, you'll just feel it. Like… spider sense. Have you watched that movie? Excellent, if I must say.”

Regardless of my babbling, Jungkook remains still—as if looking so confused.

“We're the same,” he blurts.

“Wha-”

“Our eye color—it's the same.”

I snort, waving him off dismissively. “It's impossible. Witches like me are rare.”

“No, wait,” he says before touching the inside of his eye.

“Oh fuck—What the heck? Why are you taking out your eyeball? Put it back! For fucksake, put it back!!” I snap as I’m too disgusted to even look at him.

He chokes on his laugh, and hands me something, but I refuse and remain looking away. “If that's your fucking eyeball. Keep it.”

“It's not my eyeball. It's a contact lense.”

I slowly turn my gaze to his hand, still frowning disgustingly. “A what?”

“A… contact lens..? You've been living for years and never tried to use one? How do you buy stuffs or go outside without people batting an eye on you?”

I huff, staring at the thin plastic. “I never had to buy my stuffs, I ask Jin for it. And… I only hangout in safe places.”

“So you've never tried to hang out in crowded places?”

“Yeah, what's so good about it? Especially since there's a bunch of useless humans.”

This time, he doesn’t suppress it and lets out a chuckle, showing his bunny-like smile. He must've gotten comfortable.

But that doesn’t last.

When my eyes meet his, I suddenly feel the surrounding blur. He isn’t bluffing at all. It is true—his eyes are like mine. The only thing is… it's only the left eye, the other one remains black like the ones humans have.

In a beat, I come closer to him—pushing him that makes his back hit the backrest. I pin him to the couch and lean in closer, staring deeply in his eye.

His laugh dies out and his breathing hitch.

“Why are your eyes like that?” I sternly ask.

“I-I don't know… It's been like this since I was born,” he says softly, his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Impossible… Lyra is a florohex… Y-you can't…” My words falter and my hold on him loosen. I stand up, pacing back and forth as I try to think of every possible reason why I didn't sense it right away.

I stop my track, looking back at him. I meet his innocent gaze once again—in contrast to my icy glare. “Then why the fuck I don't sense your mana?! You've been walking around freely all this time when you're—UGH!”

Sensing my panic, he looks at me confused. “I'm what?”

“You're a Sanohex—like me.”

He gapes, nodding slightly before he replies. “So what?”

I scoff, “ ‘So what?’ You don't know half of the ability us Sanohex have. If any human or Nocturex find out… You'd be dead—worse, slave.” I pause, only to see his reaction still looking at me with those big doe eyes.

I despise how you got his eyes…

“And the fact that you're a child of Lyra…” I pause, feeling a tight knot in my chest.

and Hyunsoo…

“..doesn't help at all. Is this why Jin brought you here? Because he knows you're a Sanohex?”

He nods slowly, “M-maybe..? He never really told me why he brought me here.”

I huff out a laugh, finding how ironic it is. “What a good kid you are, huh? So you just follow random people?”

“I don't really have much going on in my life, and he said he'll bring me somewhere where I belong...” he utters softly—still pouting like a sulky child.

“Well obviously, he's a fraud. You don't belong here. Not in my place at least.”

I sit on the couch once again—far from him. With crossed arms, I think of all possible things that can happen if I kick him out.

First and foremost, I'll have my peace. Second, I won't have to deal with him nor teach him. And lastly… I won't have to see the face of the constant reminder of where it all went wrong.

But all these excuses are nothing compared to the consequence of him living out there. Because one thing for sure, Nocturex will be out looking for him, and who knows what will they do as they use his limbs for potions—not that I care—or use his ability to do cruel things to other witches…

It'll be like the Midnight Times again.

After a long dreadful silence, my train of thoughts are cut off when Jungkook speaks. “Just… let me stay. Please… Just for a month…”

His words are faint but audible enough to pull me from the abyss of contemplation.

With gritted teeth, I reply as I make up my mind. “Fine… But you'll do as you're told. No buts and especially—no complaining.”

His eyes light up like a puppy seeing his owner. He nods as he smiles. “Got it. Oh—by the way… what should I call you? Master?”

I frown, feeling weird about someone calling me a ‘master’. “Just—just Y/n.”

“Okay… Y/n… Can I ask a question?”

Raising a brow, I reply, “Already?”

Jungkook rubs his nape as he looks away. “You told me you're 248 years old, right?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You… weren't lying about it..?”

He believes that I'm a witch, but not about my age? Kids these days...

“Why would I lie about my age like some teenager wanting to watch porno?” I deadpan.

“H-how come you look so… young?”

Ah… I see…

Instead of answering right away, I stand up and walk towards him. He watches my every move as I do so. When I'm right in front of him, he looks up at me with the same naive, wide-eyed doe eyes. I smirk as I crouch down—enough that our faces are inches apart.

“What? Are you…” I pause, leaning even closer that I see how his eyes flickered to my lips—again—then back to my eyes. “attracted to me?”

His Adam's apple bobs, and he immediately looks away. “Wha—Why would I be attracted to a granny,” he says as he scoffs.

Did he just scoff at me? Called me granny?

Jungkook’s eyes widen—probably at the realization of what he does and calls me, but I only grin in return.

I trace his cheek down to his jaw with the back of my hand. “You know what?.. I think you're right. I'm starting to look like a granny again… Your skin is soft, by the way…Oh—Do you wanna know how I keep my youthful face?”

I know how much my touch affects him and sent a shiver to his spine by how his breathing hitch. He hesitates but faces me anyway. “H-how..?” he asks, gulping once again, seemingly finding it hard to speak without stuttering.

My hand goes downwards toward his chin, tilting his head a bit. “With a cauldron… I heat up a lot of water…” My voice that is once soft turns stern with my next words—wanting to scare and mock him more. “and boil the young half-bloods. Peel their skin after, then eat it.”

His eyes went wide (if it’s even still physically possible). His body froze—eating my bullshit once again.

I lean back, laughing out loud as I genuinely enjoy his reaction. It might be the first time in a while someone makes me laugh like this.

How can someone be so naive?

I clutch my stomach as it starts to hurt from laughing so much. “You should've seen your face—wait—my stomach hurts.”

He frowns and stands up, “Then—Were you lying about your age too?”

My laughter soon dies out as I notice how he easily towered over me. I sigh, looking at him blankly. “Why are you so curious about my age—”

He cuts me off before I can even finish my snarky reply. “Just—Earlier… you seemed like you know my parents a lot… So, I was wondering how you knew them that much when you look…like the same age as me. I've never seen you my whole life…”

“I really seem like I know a lot about them, don't I? I thought I knew them… I was wrong. Besides, it's in the past. I don't really care about them anymore.” I bluntly say as I shrug, hoping he'll drop the topic.

Despite my flat reply, he remains unfazed and curious about it. Standing on his ground, he looks at me pleadingly—so eager to hear some answers.

“So, you knew them? Were you close? How come they never mentioned you once?”

If you only know how much I want to sew your mouth… Be thankful to Jin, half-blood.

I snort. “They didn't, huh? That… Well, I'm not really expecting anything from them. But yeah, let's say, we were friends… Also, I told you, we met once. I just erased your memory of it.”

“Why?”

I shrug again—this time, in a mocking manner—as I sneer at him.

“Give me a break, kid. You think you're the only one trying to adapt this new infos? Nuh-uh. What I feel right now is much worse. Some things are not meant to be answered.”

As I’m about to walk away, I can’t help but answer his earlier question. “Oh—and, us—witches—don't get old. I stopped aging at the age of 25, and you seem like that too.” I pause, as I see his lost innocent gaze at me. Him biting his lips a bit as he sulkily pouts. “248 years old sounds ancient, huh?… In human years, think of me as 24 years old…”

I huff again before turning my back to him, and starts walking away—not giving him the chance to respond. I lock myself up in my room and throw myself on the bed.

“Why did I suddenly feel the need to empathize with him…” I mumble, and before I know it, I fall asleep.

(Jungkook POV)

<1 month ago>

After I resigned from my shitty job, it's been a while and I've been applying for another—better—job everywhere but none of them accepted me. I guess this is what I get for becoming a college dropout.

But is it really my fault? Or is it society's?

I've been lost for a while now—too confused on which path I'll take. The only savings I have left is the only thing that keeps me alive.

Walking on the sidewalk, soft light by the lamp post illuminates the dark street. Each step of mine feels heavy as I drag myself toward the only thing that is left to me. The house that used to be lived in by the three most cheerful souls in the world—our family house.

Actually, if I sell the house and lot, I'll get enough money to survive for three more years—but I won't. I promised my mom to keep this house and never leave my dad's side.

But not all promises are meant to be kept. As much as I love my dad, there's no fucking way I’ll stay with him on his grave. I mean—of course I visit him and mom from time to time. Besides, why would he need me there when his grave is literally beside her.

That's why the house is the only thing I have that reminds me of them.

When I was younger, they never liked to get us a picture. Even if we did, my mom would immediately burn it. She told me to never keep a picture of us three.

But did I listen? No. I kept at least one; stuck it in my journal to have at least a reminder of their faces—their existence.

As I near my house, I see a black cat on my way to it. It looks like it's shivering from the cold, but he also doesn't look like a street cat. His fur is shiny and smooth—as if he was taken care of by the royals.

Thinking about it, he might be lost… just like me.

I crouch down, petting its soft fur. The cat purrs at my touch, leaning even more to it. I chuckle, feeling soft at the sight of the cat.

Wait—Aren't black cats considered bad luck? Well… Who am I to say that.. Between me and this cat, I’ve had so much bad luck, I might start producing it too.

“Are you cold, buddy?”

It seems like he understands me, and jumps to me. I‘m surprised but caught him just on time. “You like me, don't you?” I chuckle and stand up with him in my arms, starting to walk again.

I bring him inside the house, putting him down as I go to the kitchen. I take a container and filled it with water and let him drink.

He only sniffs it, walking graciously back to me. “You don't like it? It's water. You can never go wrong with water.”

The cat looks up at me, looking at me dead in the eye. I pout slightly as I lift him up and put him in my arms. “Okay, Mr Attitude… You're choosy for a stray cat, huh?”

I walk back to the living room as I plop myself on the couch—the cat is still in my arms.

“Do you have a name?”

The cat only stares at me.

“Right… That was stupid. Anyways, I should give you one!”

But can I even afford to take care of a cat?

A sudden thought crosses my mind but I shake it off. I certainly can't just let him stay there freezing.

“Hmm… Let's see… I'm Jeon Jungkook… I should name you after a food—Kimchi! So, it'll be Kimchijeon, get it?” I laugh loudly and the cat slaps me.

HE SLAPPED ME??

Not even scratch or bite—but slap. Of course since it's a cat, it rather feels like a hard pat.

“Ow… Bad kitty,” I mutter as I frown at him. “Fine… I'll call you kitty for now since I'm too tired to think of names.”

I put him down the couch and went to my room to get a towel. With a soft towel in my arms when I come back, I place it around him. I'm not gonna lie, he's pretty much obedient and behave for a stray cat.

“Don't pee nor poop in here, got it?” I say as I pet the cat once again. “Good night, kitty.”

After petting him more, I walk back to my room and throw myself on the bed—too tired from today's event. I sigh as I stare at the wall clock.

9:30… and I haven't even eaten.

“Just breathe today and hope to breathe tomorrow.” I murmur the phrase that I always say whenever I have a hard time. It is my way to keep me sane and keep on going every day. It pretty much works, I think.

Murmuring it a few more times before I drift off to sleep.

“Just breathe today and hope to breathe tomorrow…”

Weeks have passed, and I am sitting on the couch while watching TV when the electricity suddenly went off.

“Ugh… Shit.” I groan as I turn to the cat beside me. “Sorry, buddy. No electricity for now…”

The payment is probably due today, and if you ask me? I don't really mind. I know it's going to happen anyway.

I reach out for my phone and go to my email. Constantly refreshing it to check if I at least passed an interview.

Still, none.

I don’t know if it's because of the headache I've been having for a while, but I hear soft voices chanting in the back of my head.

“Sotamul… Sotamul… Sotamul…” (SOH-tah-mul)

Their chants makes me feel like I'm getting hypnotize—even if their voices sound too far away.

“Don't listen to it, kid.”

Another voice cut through that brings me back to reality. My head snaps side to side to look where the voice came from since the sound was loud enough—as if the person is literally beside me.

But I found no one.

After those voices, the house falls completely silent. I can even hear my breathing.

“Great. I'm unemployed, my electricity got cut off, and now I'm starting to hear voices… Just great.”

Then just right after I pause, the same voice of a man echoes across the room. “Life's hard, huh?”

I whip my head to the side where the voice came from, but I still see no one.

I swear… it sounded so close.

“Hey, eyes down here.”

I do as it says, but all I see is my cat staring at me.

“D-did you…”

“Boo..?”

My eyes widen, and before I faint, I hear him mutter, “What a human thing to do. Still amazes me every time this happens.”

When I gain consciousness, my eyes flutter open. I feel someone poking my cheek, then a voice echoes through my ears.

“Are you awake? Whoa… You guys really have the same eye…”

My head snaps toward the side, only to find a strange man looking back at me. I sit up immediately, shifting into a guarded stance—even though my limbs feel weak. “Who are you?!”

“Calm down, kid. Those stupid witches’ spell is still working a bit on you.”

“Answer my question! How did you get inside?!”

“Ooh… scary,” he mutters, a subtle smirk forms on his lips. “You know me as kitty,” he pauses, rolling his eyes before he continues. “but my name is Seokjin. Kim Seokjin.”

“Wha—Are you kidding me right now??”

He shakes his head and replies bluntly. “No. I'm a witch, and I turned into a cat to see if the rumors are true.”

“A witch? Rumors? I-I don't understand—What rumors?”

“That you have a different eye color on your left eye. A rare one, if I must say. But, dear great heavens, you were always not at home and even if you are, I barely see you without your contacts.” He huffs as he crosses his arms.

I don’t put my guard down, still not able to understand what is going on. “I don't believe you.”

“Really?” His brows arches while a small smirk still plays on his lips. Then, he takes something from his coat that makes me even back away. Who knows if he has a gun in there. He chuckles as he sees my reaction, and then he takes it out.

“A stick?”

“It is a wand. Now, watch.”

With a swirling gesture, he utters a spell and points it at the glass of water on the table. The water soon turns red. The glass is a clear one so I see how it subtly changed to red until it completely transformed.

What..?

He walks toward it, taking the glass and he lifts it up to his lips. “Hmm… A pretty good wine made by a pretty witch. Wanna taste?” he says, offering it to me as he extends the glass.

“No.”

“So you believe me now? Or do you want me to turn you into a frog so you will?”

I frown, putting my guard down, and sit back on the couch. “Fine.” I sigh as I slowly process whatever is going on. “But why are you here? Why are you interested in my left eye?”

As I thought he will snidely reply to me, he does the opposite instead. He smiles and sits on the chair across from me. “I'm gonna be honest with you, Jungkook. You're not safe here. Especially since you're alone. Sooner or later, they will find you.”

So that smile was supposed to be a reassuring one…

“Who's ‘they’? Why am I not safe? Who are you exactly?” I try to ask as calmly as possible, not wanting to show how scared I am right now.

“I can't explain the full details, but all I'm asking of you is to trust me. I'll bring you somewhere you truly belong.”

“Okay… So, she's kinda mean, but trust me, she's a softie behind her rigid armor,” Jin hyung chuckles as he rubs his nape.

Yesterday, I found out that I'm half witch. To be exact—I just found out that my mom was actually some type of leader of the witches. I also learned that me being a half witch means my mana is twice more powerful than an average witch—given that my mother was also a powerful one.

But weirdly, Jin hyung said he doesn't sense any mana in me, nor do I feel anything odd.

It was still a lot to process, but because of it, I somehow realized why my mom was so strict back then.

After Jin hyung mentally prepared me, we went inside of the house. As soon as we enter, a dagger flies across the room, and nearly hits me—right beside my head to be exact. It get stuck on the wall behind me which leaves me frozen.

“Where were you?” A voice of a woman echoes across the room.

And as I search for where the voice came from, my eyes land on the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. My eyes widen, my heart beating fast as if it wants to burst out of my ribs—I even forget how to breathe.

Whoa… She's really pretty…

“Yah! Don't you know how I've been craving for buldak??” she exclaims as she puts her phone in front of Jin hyung's face—showing a mukbang video.

It seems like she doesn’t sense my presence yet as she keeps on nagging at him.

“Where were you that you were away for weeks, huh?! Tsk.”

“You're so dramatic. Anyways, I was away because I was sorting some stuff,” Jin hyung calmly replies.

“In this age? What ‘stuff’ were you sorting?” she scoffs as she eyes the man.

Jin hyung shrugs and he points at me. “This stuff.”

She turns her head towards me, raising her brow as she does. “And… Wait—Is he a human?”

“He's not. He's a witch. I brought him here because I trust you that you will take care of him.”

She snorts, then eyes me from head to toe. “What do you mean I have to take care of… it?” The way she utters the last word—I can feel her disgust.

Okay… That is rude…

“I'm not a babysitter, you know?” she adds.

Damn… For a pretty woman, she's really mean. Jin hyung is right.

I refrain from scoffing or anything negative, I'll be living in here from now on after all. I want to be closer to her—maybe a little too close.

The way she acts so rudely for someone who looks younger than me doesn't sit right.

So, I decide to at least mutter my age to let her know that she should at least give me some respect and show that I'm at the age where I'm a bit responsible and I won't be a nuisance for the time being that I'll stay here. “I'm 26 years old… not a baby.”

“Well, I'm 248 years old. Do I look like I care?” she sneers.

My eyes widen, not expecting her to say that at all.

248 what?! No wonder she's mean… The last time I worked in a nursing home, old people were mad—mad, at first. They eventually warmed up because who doesn't melt with this face?

Jin hyung clears his throat. “I'm not asking you to babysit him. I'm telling you to let him stay here and teach him some of your spells. Just enough that he could protect himself.”

Crossing her arms, she eyes me again. “Are you sure he's… a witch? I don't sense any mana in him.”

“There's more than meets the eye, Y/n,” he says with a deep chuckle.

Why don't just Jin hyung say that my left eye is purple?

He smirks briefly before it fades right away. “And he's a half-blood,” he adds.

Unexpectedly, she lets out a loud mocking laugh. “A half-blood? Which moron would fall for a trap and fall for a… human?” Her words drip with an immense disgust that makes me wonder, Why does she seem like she hates humans that much?

Even with her sarcasm, she keeps laughing like there was no tomorrow. But it soon died down when Jin hyung cuts her off. “Lyra. His mother is Lyra while his father is a man—”

“Who betrayed her. You know I know him.” I can see the way her jaw clenches. Her eyes have this visible irritation just by the mention of my parents.

They know each other?

“The great Jeon Hyunsoo… The only human who somehow tricked the leader and made her leave all of us. Turn her back as if we were nothing but old comrades.”

Okay… Something really bad happened.

Even though I sense something wrong, I can’t help but feel a sting hearing her bad mouth my parents.

I try to remain calm but it only makes me stutter as a result. “W-what do you mean? My dad loved my mom. He would never…”

“Oh, really?” She laughs out loud again before continuing. “He loved your mom? Hmm… interesting… He loved her enough to betray the clan of her lover?”

What is she talking about? What clan?

Hundreds of questions run through my mind but I can’t voice them out because the next thing I know, she is so close to me.

“Say… do you remember seeing me when you were around… eight, perhaps?”

I stand still, holding my breath as she is too close.

We already met each other? What is she talking about now..?

When I don’t answer, she continues. I can tell by her voice that she wants me gone. “No? Ever wonder why?”

“Y/n, that’s enough.”

My eyes flick to Jin and see how he grips the bridge of his nose. While on the other hand, the woman in front of me remains unfaze—grinning eerily as she stares at me.

“Tell me, are you fond of necklaces?”

I blink, confused by her antics—and kinda scared of her at the same time. She’s a powerful witch after all—based on what Jin said, at least.

“N-no…”

Why does my voice keep trembling? Man up, Jungkook!

She frowns as she pouts. I have to bite the inside of my cheek just to suppress my emotion.

It’s unfair how she’s mean and cute… But something really feels off.

“That’s… sad. Anyways, do you wanna know what my necklace is made of?”

I don’t reply, too scared of what I’ll find out with her next words.

“My necklace is made of hundreds of humans’ and witches' memories. Some asked me to do it so that the pain they felt would be gone, while some were… Let’s say I had no choice but to take a certain memory.”

Wha—Okay… This is getting out of hand.

I frown, looking everywhere but them. My mind can’t fully register what she said as my confusion and curiosity rise.

“But do you know the curse of having this ability? I can’t take mine, or else my memory would ruin the others and it will break the necklace. All of the memories will scatter and float around like ghosts. Someone has to keep it. Sometimes, out of boredom, I play those memories like a video—using my necklace as a projector.”

After a long pause, I found my voice.

“So… you’re saying that you have a certain memory of mine?”

“Bingo! You’re not that dumb after all, I guess.”

As she keeps mocking me, I can’t help but feel that pit in my stomach—the one I used to feel whenever these things happen. The one that makes me fall into a void of madness and makes it hard to crawl back. It is a feeling that is too hard for me to explain, but also the feeling that is too familiar—like it clings to me since I was born.

When I look back at her, she is already a few feet away from me.

I take a step, glaring at her—no—pleading her to give me some answers.

“Why?! What is it about?”

“It’ll be better, if you don’t know.” Jin chimes in, stepping to stand in between us.

“He’s right, kiddo. Even though I’d love to torment you with the memories—I can’t. I can’t make you watch it nor give back the memory itself to you.” she shrugs casually before walking away to plop herself on the couch.

“Why?” I keep my voice grounded but my fists clench on my side.

She only chuckles sarcastically as she turns on the TV. “I’ve never tried, and… I don’t wanna try. Who knows if the consequence is way worse.”

As I opened my mouth to reply, a wave of dizziness hit me. Everything sounds so muffled, my limbs feel weak—and before I know it, I collapse on the ground.

“B-but… we need you, Lyra. Everyone is dying out there a-and you—you chose him? His kind??”

It's been months since she cut herself off from us—the one she used to call her family. Even I didn't want to ask for help from her but we knew we'd be too helpless to fight back with the Norturex, especially now that they forged an alliance with the humans.

“I have a family now, Y/n. I have to protect them too,” her voice is grounded, the kind that she only uses to talk with the people she considers an enemy—never for me.

“Y/n… please leave. We're sorry,” Hyunsoo pleads but not one bit it sounds sincere in my ears.

I take a step back, my lips trembling as I try to form my thoughts into words. Frowning, I look everywhere but them. I feel something flowing into my veins. My vision becomes blurry, my head hurts so much I can’t bear it.

This is beyond betrayal.

“But we were your family too!! Innocent witches are dying out there, and all you care about is if your family is too happy to care in the world!!!” I yell as I feel my mana overflowing in my core.

Turning my hand into fist, I closed my eyes. I feel so hopeless… so alone.

“I trusted you, but you tore me apart.”

The ring in my finger starts to crack, and I feel my body starting to heat up too.

As I open my eyes, I never feel this kind of rage before. It hurts so much, yet it feels good.

“Y-y/n… Calm down… Y-you're turning to—” Lyra's voice cracks, her eyes widen in panic.

My senses become too sensitive—I even hear a small voice coming to the side. I turn my head towards it, and I see a small child peeking from his bedroom, his big doe eyes looking at me with awe and astonishment.

“Wow… you're beautiful…”

“Jungkook, go back inside! Now!” Lyra commands that made him flinch. “Take our son, I'll take care of Y/n,” she mutters to her husband, but before Hyunsoo can even take a step, I mutter a spell to freeze him on his spot.

“Y/n, don’t.”

She tackles me with her spell as she whips her wand. I quickly fight back, making her stumble.

Never once in the hundred years we’ve known each other have I hurt her like that. I don’t know why but I feel that my power overflows.

No… This is not good…

I snap my head to the mirror on the side, and my eyes land on the monster that is looking back at me.

No… This can't…

I feel my chest tighten—worsening the pain that I feel emotionally and physically.

My eyes glow into deep red, and dark lines slowly run down to my face and body, like a cursed, etched ink.

I feel a hand softly tugging my pinky finger. I look down on it, only to see the kid's innocent eyes again—looking at me with confusion but the awe in it never leaves.

“Why are you crying?”

“H-huh?”

I don’t even notice that tears flow down on my cheeks as I feel my rage overflowing in me more. I crouch down to meet his eyes, confused by this bizarre kid.

“Aren't you scared of me? I literally just made your mother fly across the room.”

Even my voice sounds so different in my ears. I feel so disgusted.

The kid chuckles a bit before replying. “ I think I'm not. Also, my mom is strong so she'll be fine. But… I don't know about you…” he pouts, his hold on my pinky tightens.

“You're weird. You're not scared of me? With this look? Not even a bit?” My eyes narrow at him but he looks rather amazed.

“You look like a superhero character I see in comics, so why would I?” He cheekily grins.

I don’t know why, but the longer I have contact with this small human, I feel more at ease. My mind that was cloudy becomes clear, and so does the ink on my skin.

“Oh—It's gone? Your eyes changed too.” He looks at me in confusion before he cracks a smile again. “You look better in this. You look more of a fairy than a superhero now, though..”

Coming to my senses, I pull back. “You're weird.”

“But cute?” His grin widens.

I let out a soft chuckle as I shake my head.

He's weird… Or maybe it was just me for feeling this calm sensation when we touched.

Taking a step back, I swish my finger as I mutter a spell. “Extovea…”

Soon as he is out of his consciousness, I hold my necklace and hovers my other hand on his head. I say the spell three times to make it work and make sure he won't remember anything of this day.

“Scordomemora… Scordomemora… Scordomemora…” (skor-do-me-MO-ra)

The last thing I want—even though I hate his kind—is to traumatize the innocent.

+* +*+*+

I should've known since then. You saved me once again.

A/N: Comment your @ if u wanna be added to the taglist^^

A/N 2: I really thought deep and hard bcz the trope might be "weird" but I promise, it won't be. hehe

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auset66 · 10 months ago

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If you are a Rohini or if you know a rohini person.

Never let the curiosity die. If your curiosity die, you die. It's your ESSENCE. It's you. By curiosity i don't just mean a very forbidden question or dwelling into taboo. 👾

No it's to get out of comfort zone the coddling home environment 4 walls protection of your home that you so much like. To let your heart or should I rather say mind (moon) let take control to take you to Greenland to Iceland the very next day. ❄️🍧

Questioning not just others but yourself is how you will stay your most self the best self. Your path to grow is to defy (the eve) not just societal norms or your elders or your teachers by asking them to explain their side of logic to you but to yourself as well. 🌸

Do you have the courage to defy yourself? To challenge your own beliefs your own mindset of letting go of safe heaven (comfort zone) so that you can finally see what more you can do to evolve into the FREEDOM the RANDOMNESS of Mrigashira you crave so deep but still hold back in this safety net? 🕸

Well, No one but you have this courage to taste the forbidden fruit. Why? Because of your conflicting nature. 🌪

Wanting stability, the home, the coddling, the 4th house, introversion, the logic, the comfort, luxury, set in stone path (venus) while soul wants everlasting growth, transformation, experience, wanting to connect, the emotions, uncertainty (moon).

Basically the mother and the baby both at the same time. 💭

And growth is never something one get in the home. To grow you have to get out fall, get dirty and everything. You have to experience. ✨️

Why brave? 💪Because all you know is this path let's say I want to be a doctor this and this I have to do step by step, but then the human want to experience everything good or bad kicks In, now I want to be an actress, now I want to be a youtuber. Wish I could do everything anything. 🕝💭

When your one foot is set in heaven (the set in stone clear cut path) you step both your feets in the earth to experience it all (the uncertain path the all of it path). Knowing you have it and can easily pursue the shortcut path you still have the curiosity the courage to eat that forbidden fruit to still let it all go. Even when knowing what it feels like to be in heaven what to do to be in heaven you still choose the earthly experience to understand . 🫧🛁

So RED ONE go eat that forbidden fruit that no one but only you have the courage to eat.

[This GIF of jimin above can make you understand the jist of what I talked about here in this blog] 🌱🌙

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spirtualitywithlumi · 1 month ago

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✧ THE FOOL ✧

Card Number: 0 (the beginning) Element: Air Planet: Uranus Theme: New Beginnings, Freedom, Innocence

❝ Personality Type – The Eternal Wanderer/ Dreamwalker❞

Sun in Sagittarius ☼ | Rising Gemini ↟ | Moon in Pisces ☽ (any astro placements as such.....you might be it!)

She’s the type of person who wears mismatched socks and still somehow looks like art. The Fool is the soul that hasn’t yet been burned by life, or if she has, she turned her scars into constellations. She believes in taking the scenic route, laughing too loudly, and asking questions no one else dares to voice.

She walks into every room like it’s a secret waiting to be discovered. She's reckless in the most romantic way and she's not afraid of the mess. She falls in love with strangers at train stations,talks to stray cats like they’re old friends,starts a business one day and flies to the Himalayas the next and cries when she sees shooting stars or forgotten birthday cards.

She's the beginning of the story, the inhale before the leap, the "what if" you never dared to say out loud.

Her Style & Aesthetic Design

A young woman in a flowing pastel slip up dress, vintage boots, and a ribboned straw hat hanging behind her neck. Her suitcase is open behind her, spilling flowers and a journal with pressed leaves. A little white dog leaps at her heels. She’s about to step off a grassy cliff, barefoot, arms open like she's catching the wind.

dusty lavender, sage green, buttercream yellow,petal pinks, a sleepy mountain trail, delicate clouds (if you are drawn to any of these....this might be you!)

Soundtrack for Her Soul

Mystery of Love – Sufjan Stevens

“She is the breath before the poem, the wild note in a silent song. Where others see cliffs, she sees doorways."

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🖤 closing words from Lumi:

We ride or die, even through the mess. 💅 — Lumi, the Moon’s Bride 🌕💋

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doughia · 7 months ago

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⍺.ㅤㅤ𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐬ㅤㅤ|ㅤㅤ𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐬

En la grieta del suelo duerme un rumor, la historia de algo que nunca fue dicho. Somos el paso que no deja huella, el susurro que olvida su voz.

Luminose.

‹‹ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗌 ››ㅤ𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍ㅤ𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋ㅤ𝗍𝗁𝖾ㅤ𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝗍𝗁𝖾ㅤ𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌ㅤ𝗈𝖿ㅤ𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌—𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽.

㔅㗫ㅤㅤㅤ𝑖ㅤㅤㅤ㗖?ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝟗𝟕𝟕.

p1.ㅤㅤ´𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠ㅤㅤㅤㅤ.㏾ ㅤㅤㅤ𓎟ㅤㅤㅤ𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖺

p2.ㅤㅤ𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 ㆍ 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆ㅤㅤㅤ✺ㅤㅤㅤ𝙿𝙰・𝚁𝙰𝙳

𝐢𝐣.ㅤpensées éparses, pas solides. Je vis à la recherche de l'indéfinissable.

𝐢𝐣.ㅤobservatrice du chaos, j'écris pour comprendre ce que je ressens.

𝐢𝐣.ㅤje ne m'intègre pas, et c'est peut-être là la magie. Toujours en quête du réel.

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ㅤ𝄴ㅤㅤ𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌﹐ 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌ㅤ ❤︎ㅤㅤ𝖺ㅤㅤ𝗳𝗲𝘄ㅤ 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴.

ㅤ𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾ㅤㅤ﹐ㅤ㭽・ㅤㅤㅤ𝚍.ㅤㅤ𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 ㅤ𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾.

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ㅤ𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹𝘀ㅤ𝗼𝗳ㅤ𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕝ㅤ♡. ㅤ𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌ㅤ𝗂𝗇ㅤ𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇

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ㅤ𝗌𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ㅤㅤ¸ㅤㅤㅤ❀염ㅤ ㅤ𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 ㅤ𝖔𝖋 ㅤ𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾.

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soft-pxachy · 9 months ago

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⤷ ❝DEVILISH❞ — jjk (s.m)

⤷ Especial de Halloween 🎃 | Devilish Tráiler 🎃

➤ Pareja: jungkook!demonio x lectora!fem

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➤ Género: smut y obscenidad!

➤ Resumen: Al demonio Jeon Jungkook le encantaba arruinar cosas demasiado inocentes, así que andaba vagando por la tierra en busca de la inocencia pura para corromperla, que casualidad que esa inocencia la haya encontrado en ti.

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Jungkook siempre había tenido cierta preferencia por los inocentes.

No era algo que él hubiera cultivado a propósito, no, simplemente comenzó a mostrarse un patrón extraño y repetitivo que Jungkook no podía definir del todo.

Todo lo que sabía era que la inocencia era especialmente divertida de romper, de manchar con su toque perverso, de ver cómo se desmoronaba en un caparazón vacío de lo que alguna vez fue.

Y la estuvo buscando por tanto tiempo, esa inexperiencia, esa confusión angelical, con un hambre atronadora, sólo para terminar hundiendo los dientes en su presa con un deleite inigualable una vez que la encontraba.

Paradójicamente, a Jungkook no le gustaban tanto las vírgenes. Extraño, lo sabía. Pero las vírgenes le daban demasiado trabajo, lo que al final no era tan fructífero como a él le gustaba; se dió cuenta de que la mayoría de los humanos no estaban muy interesados en perder su virginidad con un demonio y, bueno, no era porque alguien que fuera virgen significaba que también era inocente, eso lo sabía.

Y esa siempre fue su prioridad, al final de todo.

La verdadera inocencia era difícil de encontrar, y esa era la parte más frustrante de toda la ecuación. A lo largo de todos sus años vagando por la tierra en busca de almas para corromper, Jungkook pensó que podía haber encontrado esa marca especial de pureza solo un puñado de veces. Sin embargo, era tan inmaculado, tan embriagador, que era todo en lo que podía pensar.

Entonces, cuando finalmente te encontró, pensó que estaba a punto de volverse loco.

De vez en cuando, el universo cambiaba de tal manera que todo encajaba en su lugar. Cómo ser inmortal, Jungkook vió que eso sucedía una y otra vez: imperios que se elevaban y caían, almas gemelas que se encontraban por casualidad, y que la cura de una enfermedad horrible se descubría por accidente. Y fue esa misma energía incidental, probablemente catalizada por su voraz deseo, la que lo llevó directamente a tu casa.

Bueno, quizás no había sido tan poético. Pero decir que los adolescentes rebeldes que tenían una fiesta de pijamas en el piso de arriba lo habían invocado por error a tu complejo de apartamentos no tendría exactamente el mismo impacto.

Pero a pesar de eso Jungkook nunca fue alguien que mordiera la mano que lo alimentaba; como una criatura de las sombras, tenía que existir como un alimentador inferior, recibiendo lo que el universo había dado y convirtiéndolo en algo que pudiera usar con gusto.

Incluso si se había sentido frustrado por todo el fiasco de la ouija; encender y apagar las luces y levitar vasos de agua no eran precisamente sus pasatiempos favoritos que digamos, prácticamente tardó unos dos segundos en detectar el dulce y afrodisíaco aroma de un alma inmaculada que lo llamaba. Y estaba cerca. Muy cerca.

En pocas palabras, los adolescentes terminaron teniendo una conversación espiritual muy decepcionante con una entidad tramposa que Jungkook puso como remplazo antes de ser llevado directamente hasta su comida favorita. Y esa había sido una completa victoria en su libro.

El demonio quería tenerte desde el primer segundo en que te vio. Jungkook se hundió instantáneamente en tu alma como si se tratara de un horno calentando la totalidad de su cuerpo; un hermoso resplandor blanco, el color dorado que emanaba de tu piel y el adorable brillo de ingenuidad en tus ojos lo tentaban a alimentarse tanto de ti como si se tratara de una sirena llamando a un marinero solitario.

No tenía ninguna duda de que finalmente había encontrado lo que tanto había estado buscando todo este tiempo, alguien tan delicado y puro que adoraría ver derrumbarse por completo a él, y Jungkook realmente quería arruinar esa bonita alma tuya.

Y qué alma tan bonita tenías. Jungkook se quedó ahí contigo sólo para descubrir que sus primeras impresiones de ti, independientemente de lo fascinantes que ya habían sido desde el primer segundo, eran solo la punta del iceberg: el demonio te veía convertirte en todo un desastre abrumado y jadeante cada vez que uno de tus amigos comenzaba a hablar sobre sexo; le sorprendió bastante descubrir que luchabas mentalmente con tus impulsos de deseo y que te acostabas frustrada todas las noches porque pensabas que era algo demasiado sucio masturbarte porque simplemente te sentías avergonzada, e incluso abrumada, ante la simple idea de tu propio placer.

Ese solo pensamiento lo hizo salivar.

Jungkook sabía que no eras virgen, eran imposibles de pasar por alto, y por eso no podía entender el por qué de tu vacilación y vergüenza cuando se trataban de esos temas. No había notado ningún rastro de culpa religiosa o algo por el estilo, no creía que tus padres fueran especialmente sobreprotectores.

Era solo que eras tan... tímida.

Y eventualmente se dió cuenta de que eras un hallazgo exquisito, el más grande de todos, una cosita perfecta creada sólo para que él la destruyera; un humano tan tímido con moral pura y deseos reprimidos. Eras demasiado buena para ser verdad. Hecha a mano única y exclusivamente para él.

Y por eso Jungkook decidió esperar. Se contuvo durante mucho tiempo, observándote de cerca, aprendiendo todo lo que podía de ti y pensando en cómo procedería con sus diabólicos planes antes de, finalmente, decidir que era hora de presentarse ante ti. La parte más desagradable de todo este proceso, independientemente de la persona con la que estuviera tratando, dar una buena primera impresión siendo un demonio a menudo no iba tan bien como cualquiera esperaría.

Sí, gritaste, maldijiste y lloraste desde el primer momento en que estuvo frente a ti en su forma natural. Sí, te arrodillaste en una esquina y rezaste durante dos horas seguidas con el rosario de tu abuela en manos. Sí, incluso trajiste a un sacerdote para exorcizar todo el lugar, sólo logrando que el demonio sintiera un poco de náuseas durante unos tres días, pero Jungkook realmente pensó que todo el calvario fue lo suficientemente bien a lo que esperaba. Él había tenido peores experiencias en el pasado y sabía que después de un tiempo, eventualmente te adaptarías a su presencia. Y tal como esperaba, fuiste lo suficientemente pura como para intentar verle algún tipo de salvación. Fue casi lindo.

Parecía como si de alguna forma pensaras que Jungkook era una especie de prueba religiosa, tal vez un alma perdida en busca de orientación. Fuera lo que fuera, le abrió una puerta para que se instalara dentro de tu casa en una base de cautelosa confianza en la que podía pararse sin peligro alguno.

Para ser justos, él tuvo la culpa de eso ya que instigó un poco ese proceso. Jungkook a lo largo de todos los siglos que llevaba habitando en la tierra había aprendido que a veces una ofrenda de paz era suficiente para hacer que alguien creyera en él, y no dudó en aprovechar eso contigo. Él sabía que sólo necesitabas un pequeño empujón.

— Me iré si es lo que quieres, cariño.

Te había dicho durante una noche particularmente tormentosa, apoyado contra la encimera de la cocina con total indiferencia. Un vaso de vidrio se había esparcido por todas las baldosas de madera después de que él te sorprendiera con su materialización aleatoria, y estabas demasiado asustada para pasar por encima del vidrio roto y correr a encerrarte en tu habitación.

— Pero hablemos un rato. Soy un demonio, pero no soy malvado. No estoy aquí para robarte el alma o algo así.

Lo cual era completamente falso, sobretodo lo de la parte del alma, esa no era su especialidad, pero dudaba que siquiera te importara ya que a los humanos les encantaba escuchar bonitas mentiras para poder consolarse con ellas. Querías ver algo de bondad en él, eso era todo lo que necesitabas para poder encontrarle sentido a toda la situación y al por qué estaba ahí contigo, y una solicitud de tu consentimiento parecía ser suficiente.

Además, Jungkook no era un tonto cuando se trataba de sus ventajas demoníacas: sabía lo que era, sabía que su imagen cambiaba constantemente, reflejando a la pareja ideal de uno. No sabía qué rostro veías ni la voz que oías, pero sabía perfectamente que era tentador, demasiado, sabía que te enamorarías de él y de su imagen. Después de todo, él fue creado para eso, para ser moldeado según los deseos más íntimos de las personas, y vaya que le funcionaba bastante bien.

Así que no se sorprendió cuando aceptaste unirte a él en un diálogo inofensivo, una pequeña charla tonta no podría ser un problema, ¿verdad? No era como si fueras a vender tu alma por un saco de papas fritas por error o algo así, ¿verdad?

Y de hecho, la pequeña plática había estado bien. Bueno, más o menos.

Incluso si todavía desconfiabas de Jungkook y sus travesuras demoníacas, porque como si hubiera sido por arte de magia; te habías olvidado de ese pequeño detalle tan importante e inhumano, gradualmente le permitías entrar en tu vida cada vez más, abriendo la brecha en tu mente y dándole paso libre a que comenzara a hacer lo que quisiera contigo.

Llegó un punto en el que básicamente estaba conviviendo contigo, apareciendo en el momento más aleatorio del día para molestarte durante una reunión de trabajo o soltando burlones comentarios sobre los horribles chicos que veías todos los sábados por la noche. Jungkook se fue convirtiendo en una agradable conversación durante el desayuno y una sesión de chismes a altas horas de la noche después de haber pasado todo el día espiando a tus ruidosos vecinos. Fue divertido. Él era amable. Parecía que le importaba, como si estuviera tratando de hacer su presencia mucho mejor a como fue al principio.

Gran error; empezaste a confiar en él y a quererlo allí contigo. Y eso le permitió moverse hacia las partes más… interesantes de su plan.

Los sueños eróticos y las fantasías sexuales que Jungkook ponía en tu mente muy a menudo eran demasiado, te despertaban con una gran mancha de humedad en tus bragas y un dolor insoportable entre las piernas.

Gimoteaste mientras dormías y buscaste a tientas en la cama algo con lo que calmar tu calor hasta que finalmente te despertabas sin aliento, tirando de las sábanas mientras tratabas de ignorar esos impulsos carnales. Las imágenes eran tan vívidas, los toques aún perduraban en tu piel y el placer de los actos con los que habías soñado aún florecía dentro de tu abdomen y era increíblemente difícil dejarlo ir. La idea de hundir tu mano debajo de tu ropa interior y lidiar con esa frustración acumulada se volvió cada vez más tentadora cada noche.

Pero no. No podías permitirte hacerlo. No sabiendo que era Jungkook el único causante de todo esto.

Durante los primeros días te las arreglaste para ignorarlo y seguir adelante con tu rutina y tratar de eliminar todas esas sensaciones e imágenes en los rincones más oscuros de tu mente para no tener que pensar más en ellas. Sin embargo, se hizo cada vez más difícil dejarlos ir y, en contra de todas las fibras de tu moral, eventualmente todas las noches te encontrabas con ganas de querer quedarte dormida solo para poder experimentar ese placer abrumador de nuevo, aunque solo fuera en tus sueños.

Lo dejaste a un lado todo lo que pudiste, hasta que simplemente fue demasiado. El deseo te consumió por completo hasta que no quedaba nada para mantenerlo unido. Y finalmente cediste.

Fue algo magnífico, ver cómo esas primeras grietas en tu inocencia se iban formando. La vergüenza que impregnó tus rasgos cuando finalmente te diste cuenta de que estabas demasiado caliente para pensar correctamente, el aleteo de tus pestañas cuando dejaste que tus dedos jugaran con tu clítoris como si estuvieras descubriendo tu placer por primera vez.

Noche tras noche, Jungkook se escondía en las sombras de tu habitación y te veía llorar y gemir mientras te masturbabas de una forma tan hermosa que nunca antes había visto, con tu mano viajando hacia tu boca cada vez que te atrevías a hacer un sonido fuerte; era como si temieras que alguno de tus vecinos pudiera escucharte jugando contigo misma, como si no quisieras que la gente supiera que estabas haciendo algo tan sucio. Casi parecías culpable, Jungkook notó como tu entrecejo estaba fruncido y tus bonitos ojos estaban cubiertos por un fino velo de lágrimas, y le encantó, quería llevar esa imagen tuya en tu punto de placer por toda la eternidad.

Tu agonizante autocomplacencia hizo que cada jodido segundo que había esperado valiera la pena.

Pero en el momento en que bajabas de tu euforia, incluso a veces después de que te permitias tu segundo o tercer orgasmo consecutivo, todo se había ido, y él siempre se quedaba con un hambre aún más fuerte por tenerte.

Sin embargo, Jungkook fue paciente.

Quería verte romperte por completo antes de poder probar tu sabor; quería que le suplicaras que te tocara en lugar de que él te pidiera permiso. Así que siguió adelante con su pequeño juego: si todo salía como debía, serías tú quien suplicaría más al final, hundiéndote en tu propia perdición sin siquiera darte cuenta del lío que estabas creando.

Y por supuesto que todo sucedió como él quería.

Te tomó algunas semanas más reunir el valor para enfrentarte a él, pero llegaste a un punto en el que simplemente no pudiste reprimirlo más.

— Sé lo que estás haciendo.— Le dijiste con severidad, entrando en la sala de estar con los brazos cruzados sobre tu pecho y con la respiración acelerada.

Era una brillante mañana de verano y los pájaros cantaban afuera, la dorada luz del sol se detuvo repentinamente cuando encontraste la figura oscura y melancólica en tu apartamento. Entonces, solo estaban las sombras de su presencia y el nefasto brillo anaranjado en sus ojos. Siempre se veía así, como si estuviera viviendo en una dimensión propia, eligiendo ser afectado por (o afectar) el mundo material o no. Jungkook realmente era un ser de otro mundo, tan peligrosamente cerca de un ángel pero tan lejos de serlo.

El demonio sólo tarareó ante tus palabras, tirado en tu sofá como si se lo debiera. Llevaba una bata de satén roja esa mañana, abierta hasta por encima de su abdomen; dejando a la vista la piel caramelo de su pecho musculoso, y juraste que tu mente se quedó en blanco por un segundo.

— ¿Haciendo qué, cariño? — Jungkook respondió con los ojos enfocados en el libro que tenía en la mano acerca de una extraña teoría humana sobre la sexualidad que le pareció increíblemente divertida.— Tienes que ser más específica, hago muchas cosas en mi tiempo libre.

Suspiraste profundamente, claramente molesta y Jungkook pensó que olías particularmente delicioso ésta mañana, notó rastros de tu humedad aún adheridos a tu ropa interior, y tuvo que reprimir un gruñido de su garganta; actuar sin ser afectado a veces le era realmente difícil.

— Sabes de lo que estoy hablando.— Dijiste sin titubeos, Jungkook adoraba lo directa que te habías vuelto, evitando esas oraciones tartamudeantes que solías lanzar en su camino. Después de todo, estabas acostumbrada a él. Había hecho un gran trabajo derribando tus defensas.— Estás poniendo estos... pensamientos en mi cabeza. Y haciéndome soñar cosas…

Directo, pensó, pero todavía eras incapaz de hablar abiertamente sobre temas tan lascivos. Después de todo, todo lo que había logrado había sido un proceso gradual.

Jungkook enarcó una ceja, pero no apartó la mirada de la página del libro; ese hombre, Freud, era muy gracioso.— ¿Qué pensamientos, cariño?

Pusiste los ojos en blanco ante su actitud, pero el calor en tus mejillas delataba tu vergüenza. Jungkook sabía que no lo dirías, solo quería verte luchar con la simple idea de hacerlo.

— Ya sabes cuáles, Jungkook.— Otra respiración pesada te dejó y de repente estabas perdiendo la calma.— Lo estás haciendo a propósito.

— A lo mejor sí lo estoy haciendo.— Jungkook levantó la mirada del libro y te miró fijamente, tus hombros cayeron y todo el vigor abandonó tu cuerpo una vez que lo miraste a los ojos.

Era su apariencia, su aura, la chispa amenazante en su mirada crepuscular: todo te golpeó de una vez, en una solicitud silenciosa para que fueras un buen humano y revisaras tu postura a su alrededor.

— O tal vez es sólo tu asquerosa mente actuando, bebé. No puedes culparme por lo que tu cuerpo quiere.

Y, cuando su mirada volvió al libro, te diste cuenta de que la conversación, por muy breve que haya sido, ya había terminado.

Lo curioso de toda la situación en la que estabas envuelta fue que nunca le pediste a Jungkook que se detuviera. Y te diste cuenta de que era porque una parte retorcida dentro de ti en realidad lo estaba disfrutando; todas esas bromas, esos sueños vulgares, la frustración sexual que te inundaba cuando bajabas del orgasmo.

Cuanto más jugabas contigo misma, más llegabas a admitir que no era suficiente; siempre te sentías vacía, agitada, tratando de encontrar algo que no podías alcanzar sola.

Nunca era suficiente. Era como si estuvieras en un borde infernal y perpetuo que te empujaba hacia las paredes de lo impuro.

Y para empeorar las cosas, sabías a ciencia cierta que podías expulsar a Jungkook en cualquier momento y poner fin a toda esta tortura, lo habías investigado y el mismo Jungkook lo había confirmado. Los demonios no podían quedarse por mucho tiempo si el humano no consentía su presencia, pero había algo en ti que realmente lo quería allí.

Querías que su calidez te rodeara, querías que su voz melosa y profunda te dijera todo lo que querías escuchar. Era una presencia embriagadora, un suave zumbido en el fondo de tu mente, sentías el deseo de que te abrazara, de que te tocara, de que te hiciera suya aún si eso estaba moralmente mal.

Jungkook te había arruinado de tal manera que, incluso si le pedías que se fuera, sabías que la mancha que había dejado se quedaría por mucho más tiempo dentro de ti.

Era aterrador ver a un demonio como pareja sexual, pero, ¿cómo no verlo así? Jungkook era la criatura más atractiva que alguna vez pudiste llegar a imaginar, todo lo que hacía, cada pequeño movimiento o parpadeo de su mirada, era tan sexual que casi te hacía jadear ante su sola presencia.

Se burló de ti: te susurró al oído y te abrazó por la espalda; acarició tu rostro y recorrió con sus ojos oscuros todo tu cuerpo, y solo podías pensar en lo deslumbrante y encantador que era; querías sentir sus suaves y bonitos labios sobre los tuyos, querías sentir sus grandes manos sobre tu piel, apretando tu cuerpo contra él y jugando contigo, querías tenerlo dentro de ti; llenándote hasta el fondo, querías recostarte y dejar que él hiciera todo lo que quisiera contigo.

La idea de hacer todo eso con un demonio, independientemente de lo amable que fuera contigo, era absolutamente una locura, lo sabías, pero simplemente no estabas pensando con claridad a este punto.

Sólo podías pensar en él — Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook — y sabías que tus propios deseos no fueron plantados por él. El demonio simplemente había instigado algo que ya existía dentro de ti, una pequeña llama a la que él le arrojó gasolina, y ahora estabas mirando cómo incendiaba toda tu mente.

Lo querías. Y tenías que tenerlo.

Así que lo hiciste.

Esas noches vívidas y de pensamientos lujuriosos alcanzaron un nivel de incomodidad que; después de despertarte de otro sueño húmedo, llamaste a Jungkook como si fuera tu segunda naturaleza, rogándole que hiciera algo, cualquier cosa para liberarte de este deseo que te estaba inundando el cuerpo. Y para tu deleite, el demonio apareció con la misma rapidez, dejándote ver un hermoso y diabólico destello de lujuria brillando en el fondo de su mirada y a través de su sonrisita burlona.

— Cosita bonita…— Se había murmurado para sí mismo, de pie junto a tu cama. Estabas sentada en el borde, mirándolo como si fuera tu propia versión de la salvación, pero en ese momento, ya no te importaba lo que era ni la intención oculta que pudiera tener. Todo lo que sabías era que te volverías loca si él no te ayudaba a lidiar con el deseo que había instigado en ti.— ¿Te pusiste caliente y ahora necesitas mi ayuda con eso?

— Sí…— Dijiste con el pecho agitado. Las escenas de tu sueño indecente aún estaban vivas en tu mente, el fantasma de tu placer aún seguía nadando dentro de tu piel. Había una sensación húmeda y pegajosa entre tus piernas que odiabas y adorabas al mismo tiempo haciéndote pedazos junto al hormigueo de la anticipación llenando tu núcleo.— No sé lo que me estás haciendo, pero... ya no me importa. Ayúdame, Jungkook, por favor…

Él sonrió y su cabello negro cayó sobre sus ojos, haciéndolo lucir mucho más encantador, el calor de su palma se encontró con tu muslo desnudo haciéndote temblar, todo se intensificaba cuando Jungkook estaba contigo, cada toque era el cielo y el infierno al mismo tiempo.

— Qué humana tan sucia…— Murmuró por lo bajo comenzando a deslizar su mano hacia arriba por todo lo largo de tu pierna; mimando tu piel con calma y acercándose peligrosamente a tu entrepierna solo para comenzar a frotar su dedo índice por la mitad de tu entrada; ejerciendo una presión especial sobre tu clítoris vestido haciéndote ahogar un gemido, y como era de esperarse, sus dedos se sentían mucho mejor que los tuyos.— ¿Quieres que juegue con tu coño, cariño? ¿Quieres que te haga sentir bien?

No podías asentir con la cabeza lo suficientemente rápido, todas las inhibiciones que alguna vez llegaste a sentir antes de que Jungkook apareciera en tu vida se hicieron a un lado sin pudor alguno.

Te sentiste extraña haciéndolo; nunca habías estado tan desesperada sexualmente en tu vida, y no sabías dónde terminaba su influencia y dónde comenzaban tus propios impulsos. Quizás eras tan culpable como él, tan incapaz de luchar contra tus propias tentaciones.

— Necesito oírte decirlo.— Jungkook murmuró apartando el encaje de tus pantalones cortos de pijama lentamente, disfrutando con el sonido de tu laboriosa respiración. Podía oler tu excitación explotando a su alrededor e inundando toda la habitación; era ese olor dulce y tan adictivo que lo estaba haciendo perder la cabeza, y ya podía sentir su miembro endureciéndose dentro de sus pantalones de una forma tan dolorosa.— No puedo hacer nada a menos que me lo digas.

Tragaste saliva, ahogándote con sus propias palabras por un segundo. No podías creer que estuvieras a punto de pedirle eso, y la simple idea hacía que tus mejillas ardieran.

— Quiero... quiero que juegues con mi coño…— Las palabras salieron en un lío tembloroso de tu boca, cayendo una encima de la otra de una forma arrítmica. Si era por lujuria o vergüenza, no se podría decir.— Quiero que hagas que me corra, por favor. No puedo soportarlo más, no puedo hacerlo yo sola….

Pensaste que tal vez si él te ayudaba, tal vez todo se detendría, esas intensas oleadas de hambre, ese deseo insaciable dentro de tu pecho. Quizás eso era todo lo que necesitaba de ti. Y luego todo volvería a la normalidad.

Incluso si no estabas segura de que realmente querías que eso sucediera.

Jungkook era consciente del hecho de que nunca antes te habían practicado un buen sexo oral (cortesía de tu única y terrible pareja sexual en el pasado), así que uso eso a su favor, como todo lo que había hecho para que terminaras en esta situación, rogando por él.

Fue realmente una tortura ver la forma en la que Jungkook se estaba tomando todo el tiempo del mundo antes de darte lo que tanto querías, era como si estuviera disfrutando con tu desesperación e impaciencia, y cuando por fin lo viste hacerse espacio entre tus piernas y a su aliento caliente acariciar la piel tan sensible de tu entrepierna dejaste escapar un suspiro tembloroso mientras tus caderas se elevaban en busca de él haciéndolo reír. Hubo un momento de silencio que fue cortado por un agudo gemido que brotó de tus labios en cuando sentiste a Jungkook deslizar su lengua por tus húmedos pliegues, comenzando a lamer y chupar todo de ti.

Internamente agradecías el hecho de fuera Jungkook el primero que te estuviera dando este tipo de placer, porque joder que lo hacía tan bien, Jungkook se sentía tan bien, sus labios devorándote por completo se sentían tan bien, su lengua tan caliente y pecaminosa deslizándose y recogiendo todo de tu sabor para probarlo y degustarse con él se sentía tan bien, y los audibles y guturales gruñidos que dejaba escapar contra tu piel sensible se sentían mucho mejor, era como si todo en él gritara lujuria y placer, y cuando menos te diste cuenta, tus manos ya se encontraban enredándose en su cabello negro para aferrarlo más contra ti mientras tus caderas se elevaban contra su boca, rogándole más, mucho más, y esa acción pareció encantarle, ya que un gruñido dejó su boca antes de que su lengua volviera a jugar con tu clítoris, dándole toda la atención que se merecía; haciéndote gemir y temblar entre sus manos.

Tal vez había sido todo el deseo acumulado que había dentro de ti por tanto tiempo, o tal vez fueron los bonitos labios y la caliente lengua de Jungkook trabajando sobre ti, pero fue increíblemente vergonzoso lo rápido que llegaste a tu orgasmo, fue como si tu clímax te hubiera destruido por completo y el placer duplicado que inundó tu cuerpo fue tan grande que te hizo olvidar quién eras por un momento, con el cuerpo temblando y tus manos aún hundidas en su cabello como si estuvieras a punto de morir mientras te corrías sobre su lengua; como si estuvieras hecha para eso, tan bonita y avergonzada que Jungkook pensó que se iba a olvidar de su autocontrol.

— Que humana tan perfecta...— Te felicitó mientras bajabas de tu orgasmo tratando de regular tu errática respiración, su vista estaba clavada en tu entrepierna; demasiado perdido en la forma en la que tu humedad se escurría entre tus muslos antes de que dos de sus dedos se presionaran contra tu entrada al mismo tiempo que se relamía los labios, su cabello revuelto le daban el toque final de erotismo a toda su aura, sus ojos entrecerrados te miraban como si fueras la cosa más sexista que jamás hubiera visto antes de volver a murmurar.— Hecha para ser jodida por mi.

— ¡J-Jungkook! — Gritaste cuando sus dedos entraron en ti comenzado a estirar tu interior de a poco, el ardor hizo que pequeñas lágrimas se acumularan en las comisuras de tus ojos, y cuando menos te diste cuenta; su boca ya estaba de vuelta en tu clítoris sensible e hinchado antes de que pudieras protestar, haciendo que tu espalda se arqueara fuera de la cama.— Es demasiado…

Pero él no respondió, solo te miró fijamente con esos penetrantes ojos negros mientras su lengua se deslizaba por todo lo largo de tu coño chupando con la fuerza necesaria tu clítoris; desafiándote silenciosamente a que te corrieras una vez más para él. Después de todo, tú lo habías pedido, así que él se complació en dártelo.

Y cuando no trataste de alejarlo, supo que te había conquistado.

No pasó mucho tiempo hasta que Jungkook te estaba complaciendo en cada oportunidad que tenía. Estaba enterrándose entre tus muslos y prácticamente rasgando tus bragas mientras contestabas alguna llamada en tu teléfono; lamiéndote y tocándote hasta que te corrías para él.

Hizo que llegaras a tu orgasmo con solo montar su muslo, te hizo tocarte y bordear tu coño hasta que estabas pidiendo desesperadamente alivio. Prácticamente te había convertido en su pequeña zorra codiciosa más rápido de lo que pudieras entender, podía hacer que le abrieras las piernas con sólo un chasquido de sus dedos y le encantaba mirarte mientras le suplicabas que te tocara más fuerte, más profundo, tal como a él le gustaba.

Una y otra vez, te pedía permiso y, cada vez, tú le decías que sí, un acuerdo nervioso y avergonzado que hacía que su polla palpitara de deseo. Pero justo cuando te hacia correrte y estabas pidiendo más de él, queriendo sentirlo dentro de ti con su polla abriéndote como sabías que lo haría, él se iba, dejándote incluso más frustrada que antes.

A Jungkook le gustaba jugar con su comida, y esa era la razón por la que se estaba tomando su tiempo antes de follarte como es debido. Estaba bromeando, por supuesto. Y estaba funcionando, por supuesto.

Estabas tan cerca de tu punto de ruptura y pasabas tus días casi completamente consumido por el pensamiento de él: su abrumadora belleza, sus caricias, la forma en que se zambullía en tu coño con tanta hambre que parecía que lo disfrutaba incluso más que tú. Incluso cuando te ibas a dormir, estabas plagado de sueños sobre él, algunos tan vívidos que estabas segura de que eran reales; soñando con Jungkook gimiendo contra tu oído y casi pudiendo sentir como la punta de su pene se presionaba contra tus pliegues empapados, con sus dedos frotando tu clítoris sólo como él sabía hacerlo y a su boca chupando tus pezones endurecidos hasta que la necesidad de liberarte te despertaba.

Y sin embargo, incluso en tus sueños, nunca te folló. Era realmente cruel cuando quería serlo, y eso te estaba volviendo loca.

— Jungkook…— Llamaste su nombre una tarde, cuando ese pensamiento te estaba atormentando una vez más, y él apareció justo después, envuelto en un traje oscuro y con el cabello recogido en una pequeña coleta. Realmente era el pecado encarnado.— ¿Puedo preguntarte algo?

— Lo que sea, cariño.— Respondió acercándose a ti para darte un beso en los labios, e instantáneamente te derretiste.— ¿Qué ocurre?

Tragaste en seco, la chispa inicial de tu coraje se desvaneció. No podías mantener tu postura por mucho tiempo cuando estabas bajo su mirada de esa manera, sus seductores iris negros mirando lujuriosamente tus labios te desconcentraban de tu propósito.

— Yo mmh, quería saber por qué nunca... me acompañas hasta el final cuando te lo pido.

Y Jungkook sonrió diabólicamente ante tus palabras.

— Cariño, no creo que estés lista para que yo haga eso todavía.— Respondió y su pulgar rozó tu labio inferior, el familiar estremecimiento recorrió todo tu cuerpo ante ese simple y sutil toque.— Sin embargo, apuesto a que ésta bonita boca se sentiría increíble alrededor de mi polla. Si quieres hacer eso.

Cada vez, sin falta, tus mejillas se calentaban y tus ojos se ensanchaban ante el sonido de sus palabras obscenas. Jungkook las usaba con tanta facilidad, como si las hubiera creado él mismo, y no podías acostumbrarte a lo tentadoras que sonaban cuando salían de su hermosa boca. Pero sólo había un problema con lo que te ofreció.

— Yo... no sé cómo hacer eso.— Admitiste completamente avergonzada y tratando de evitar su lujuriosa mirada de ti.— Yo nunca... simplemente no hubo…

Y Jungkook sintió su respiración atascarse en su garganta, podría haberse corrido justo en ese mismo momento: abrumado por la inexperiencia dulce e inmaculada que nunca te había abandonado por completo. Fue tan entrañable, pensó, la forma en que le rogaste que te follara al mismo tiempo que admitías que no sabías cómo hacer un oral. Realmente fuiste impecable. Y él mejor que nadie sabía que nunca volvería a encontrarse con nadie como tú.

— Me dijiste que no eras virgen.— Jungkook dijo, por supuesto, él lo sabía con certeza, eso era algo que los de su clase nunca se perderían. Sólo quería escucharte decirlo.

— No lo soy.— Tus ojos se dispararon para encontrarse con los suyos. Jungkook todavía tenía deseo nadando dentro de su mirada, sus dientes mordisqueando su labio inferior como si estuviera considerando qué hacer contigo.— Tuve… sexo antes. Una vez. Simplemente no tuve la oportunidad de... ya sabes.

— ¿Chupar una polla? — Completó, disfrutando cada gramo de tu timidez. Incluso después de todo lo que había pasado, seguías siendo tan pura, tan incómoda para explorar tu propia sexualidad. Y Jungkook quería derribar esos muros.— No hay razón para preocuparse, querida. Te puedo enseñar si quieres.

— ¿Tú puedes?

Jungkook sonrió, colocando un mechón de tu cabello detrás tu oreja. Su simple toque te mareaba por completo y su voz ronca te envolvía como una cálida manta tu alma ansiosa.

— Haré lo que quieras que haga.— Ronroneó con su voz melosa y cubierta de deseo.— Todo lo que tienes que hacer es pedirlo, cariño.

La primera vez que viste su pene, jadeaste tan fuerte de la sorpresa que Jungkook se echó a reír.

Habría estado mintiendo si hubiera dicho que no le encantó tu reacción, disfrutó demasiado con el asombro en tu mirada mientras observabas su tamaño y todos los detalles sobre él: la punta de su pene enrojecida y goteando para ti, la vena que se erguía hermosamente contra su piel lo hacía ver incluso mucho más imponente de lo que ya era.

Jungkook tenía longitud y grosor, una combinación peligrosa que te dejaba en algún lugar entre la emoción y la preocupación cuando pensabas en llevarlo dentro de ti.

— Vamos, cariño, no seas tímida.— Jungkook te animó elevando una de sus manos y llevándola a la parte posterior de tu cabeza; sujetando los mechones de tu cabello y el tirón que te dio no fue fuerte de ninguna manera, pero sí lo suficiente para que tu boca se acercara a su miembro erguido en lo alto.— Dale una lamida, quiero sentir tu lengua alrededor.

Tragaste saliva ligeramente nerviosa, tus dedos se envolvieron alrededor de la base de su pene para darle apoyo, y te sorprendiste aún más con la forma en la que tu mano lucía absurdamente pequeña contra su gorda polla. Pero aún así, hiciste lo que te pidió; tu lengua salió suave y plana contra su punta, comenzando a trazar pequeños círculos de saliva en su glande.

— Buena chica…— Jungkook elogió con un profundo suspiro, relajando su posición sobre la cama.— ¿Puedes llevártelo a la boca, bebé?

—No lo sé…— Murmuraste contra la punta húmeda.— Es tan grande…

Jungkook se rió entre dientes ante tus palabras, su mano bajando por tu rostro para poder acariciar tu mejilla.— Empecemos despacio, ¿de acuerdo? Puedes parar cuando quieras.

Y tú asentiste con la cabeza sintiendo como el calor se extendía por tus mejillas. A Jungkook le gustaba demasiado la vista que tenía de tus bonitos labios tomando todo de su grosor; siguiendo tus movimientos incómodos mientras agarrabas su base con más fuerza y te inclinabas sobre él antes de que tu boca se envolviera en la punta para darle una ligera succión.

Jungkook suspiró de nuevo ante la sensación, pero estaba más entretenido viéndote luchar con su tamaño mientras tu mandíbula se movía para acomodar su grosor dentro de tu boca. Era un espectáculo tan pecaminoso y estaba empezando a perderse en tu expresión concentrada cuando decidiste hundirlo un poco más y chuparlo más fuerte.

— Muévete hacia arriba y hacia abajo para mí.— Te ordenó e hiciste lo que dijo, luchando contra el ardor en tu boca mientras lo llevabas más profundo gradualmente, sólo un poco más cada vez que bajabas la cabeza.— Usa tu mano también, bebé, hazme sentir bien…

Gimoteaste alrededor de su polla cuando tu mano comenzó a acariciar su base, cubriendo las partes de él que tu boca no podía alcanzar, moviendo tu cabeza hacia arriba hasta que sólo la punta estaba en tu boca antes de volver a tomar todo de él, con los bombeos de tu mano a la par de cada nueva succión. Jungkook te enseñó lo fuerte que tenías que chuparlo, lo rápido que le gustaba y lo mucho que amaba cuando gemías alrededor de su dura longitud. La pegajosa humedad entre tus piernas era cada vez más insoportable y solo aumentaba entre cada gutural gemido que brotaba de sus labios combinados con algunas maldiciones en nombre del placer que estaba sintiendo.

— ¿Puedo follarme tu boquita, bebé? — Preguntó y tú lo miraste desde abajo, la vista de Jungkook estaba enfocada en ti, mirando tus ojitos llorosos mientras asentías sumisamente a su alrededor y sonrió diabólicamente.— Buena niña.

Hace unos meses, ni siquiera hubieras aceptado la simple idea. Pero ahora, Jungkook te había convertido por completo en un desastre caliente y débil a sus encantos, en alguien que haría cualquier cosa que él te pidiera, y amabas cada segundo de esto.

Jungkook estaba orgulloso de su trabajo. Había sido uno de los mejores.

— Quiero que relajes tu garganta, bebé…— Te dijo mientras sus manos se movían hacia la parte de atrás de tu cabeza, dándole un tirón fuerte y experimental a tu cabello que te gustó más de lo que esperabas e hiciste todo lo posible por hacer lo que te pidió, colocando las palmas de tus manos contra sus fuertes y gruesos muslos para intentar prepararte. Nadie te había hecho esto antes y no sabías qué esperar.— Tu boca se ve tan bonita llena de mi polla. No puedo esperar para llenarla con mi semen.

Jungkook gruñó y tus piernas se debilitaron con sus palabras, un pequeño gemido vibró alrededor de su polla cuando elevó sus caderas hacia ti, llevándose más profundamente dentro de tu boca; tus ojos se cerraron ante la sensación de su punta rozando con dureza tu lengua. Jungkook no tardó ni dudó en establecer un ritmo; empujando hacia arriba dentro de tu boca mientras luchabas por mantenerte abierta para él, tu mandíbula dolía con la posición en la que estabas y no fue hasta que lo sentiste golpeando la parte posterior de tu garganta que te ahogaste con su tamaño y tus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas mientras lo escuchabas gemir sobre ti.

— Mierda…— Maldijo, cerrando los ojos y echando la cabeza hacia atrás. Jungkook era una imagen de perdición en la que fácilmente podías perderte, la forma en que se mordió el labio mientras te follaba la boca haciendo que tu coño se mojara aún más de pura necesidad. Te encantaba la sensación de que él te estaba utilizando, como si fueras una simple herramienta para su propio placer.— Ah, sabía que lo podías tomar. Nunca me decepcionaste.

Tu frágil sollozo salió amortiguado alrededor de su miembro, las vibraciones de tu voz hicieron que Jungkook te follara la boca más rápido y más fuerte. Cada vez que golpeaba la parte posterior de tu garganta, te ahogabas y tus uñas se clavaban en sus muslos, pudiendo sentir como tu coño se apretaba alrededor de la nada, imaginando cómo se sentiría tenerlo dentro de ti. También sabías que él podía sentir lo caliente y necesitada que estabas, podía oler tu excitación a millas de distancia, y la idea te hacía gemir.

— Eres una humana tan sucia…— Jungkook habló viendo como una lágrima corría por tu mejilla; le encantaba lo desordenada que te veías, tan desesperada con su polla metida en tu boca.— Eras tan inocente cuando te conocí, y ahora…— Agregó en medio de un audible gruñido.— Ahora mírate; llorando alrededor de mi polla, como una buena puta.

Cerró los ojos de golpe y gimió, con su cuerpo completamente dominado por la lujuria y por la sensación de la calidez y humedad de tu boca cubriéndolo por completo. El dolor en tu mandíbula ya no te molestaba; de hecho, te gustaba que Jungkook superara tus límites, haciéndote olvidar de tu propia incomodidad para poder darle más placer.

— Me voy a correr…— Advirtió y su voz salió ronca y firme, enviando escalofríos por tu columna vertebral, sintiendo su pene palpitar dentro de tu boca; llenando tus papilas gustativas con el gusto salado del líquido preseminal.— Y serás una buena niña y te tragarás todo.

No necesitó pedirlo dos veces porque no pensaste que hubiera algo más que quisieras hacer. Jungkook te folló la boca por unos segundos más con sus embestidas volviéndose erráticas, antes de que la punta hinchada chocara contra la parte posterior de tu garganta y se corriera con una fuerte maldición brotando de sus bonitos labios acompañada de un tirón en tu cabello que hizo que tu cuero cabelludo picara.

Gimoteaste mientras hacías todo lo posible por tragar las espesas olas de semen con su mano manteniéndote firmemente en su lugar mientras lo hacías. Jungkook no pudo maravillarse más con la sensación de tu garganta apretándose a su alrededor mientras tu lengua se movía para poder limpiarle la polla.

— Eso es…— Siseó un poco moviendo su pelvis de forma lenta.— Trágatelo todo.

Jungkook llegó en una cantidad sorprendente y, sin embargo, te las arreglaste para tomar todo de él, y cuando estuvo satisfecho soltó tu cabello y jadeaste por aire mientras te movías hacia arriba separándote de a poco de su pene aún duro y un visible hilo de saliva colgó de tus labios; conectando tu boca con su punta.

— Tan jodidamente bonita…— Dijo con ternura acariciando tu cabello, y no pudiste descifrar su expresión, pero de todos modos te emborrachaste con sus elogios.— Hiciste un gran trabajo. Ahora ven aquí.

Hiciste lo que te pidió, arrastrándote más cerca de él hasta subir a la cama y recostarte a su lado, rápidamente Jungkook se colocó encima de ti y su mano viajó por tu cuerpo hasta encontrarse con tu cuello; atrayéndote en un beso tan caliente y sensual que te dejó buscando aire; en medio de ese beso sentiste como su rodilla se movía entre tus piernas separándolas y abriéndote para él.

Su otra mano se movió hacia abajo para envolver tu coño y el demonio tarareó de placer una vez que sus dedos se encontraron con tus pliegues empapados, y sin querer perder mucho tiempo; dos de sus dedos se sumergieron dentro de tu calor, comenzando a estirar tu interior de a poco, tu espalda se arqueó ante la sensación y un gemido necesitado salió de tus labios mientras él comenzaba a bombear dentro y fuera de ti, llenando el dormitorio con los sonidos de tu humedad mezclados con tus suaves gemidos.

Jungkook se rió entre dientes cuando se apartó, sus rosados labios estaban hinchados y se inclinó para volver a atacar los tuyos.— Mírate…— Murmuró estableciendo un ritmo deliciosamente lento dentro y fuera de tu coño.— ¿Te mojaste así con solo chuparme la polla, bebé?

Tu asentiste con la cabeza ante su pregunta.— Me gusta hacer que te sientas bien.

Y Jungkook no pudo evitar sonreír ante tus palabras tan dóciles.

— Que linda.— Se inclinó y te dió un húmedo y casto beso en los labios, el movimiento fue extrañamente suave en comparación con la forma en que se cernía sobre ti, con su presencia casi amenazante cuando se encontraba con tu mirada.— ¿Quieres tener mi polla de nuevo, bebé? Las niñas buenas merecen recompensas.

Casi no podías creer sus palabras, una mezcla de euforia y lujuria se apoderó de ti al escucharlo. Tenerlo dentro de ti era todo lo que deseabas, y no podías aceptar lo suficientemente rápido.

— Sí, por favor…— Te quejaste, casi ahogándote con tus propias palabras mientras él agregaba un tercer dedo; abriéndote y preparándote para él, tu abdomen se apretó ante la idea de su gran polla entrando y saliendo de ti, con la idea de su semen llenándote mientras seguía follándote a través de su orgasmo. Nunca habías necesitado tanto a alguien.— Por favor, úsame. Quiero tanto sentirte…

Y la expresión entretenida en su rostro no vaciló, depositó otro nuevo beso en tus labios y te quitó los dedos.— Siempre tan educada.— Murmuró por lo bajo empujando tu espalda contra el colchón y atrapando tus muñecas con su mano, entrelazándolas justo encima de tu cabeza.— Me encanta cuando me ruegas.

— Pero nunca me das lo que quiero…— Hablaste en medio de un puchero y con las mejillas ardiendo.

— Esta noche lo haré.— Jungkook se rió entre dientes ante tus palabras mientras su otra mano se movía hacia abajo para bombear su pene. Estaba tan duro como antes, pero por supuesto, no esperabas que su cuerpo inmortal funcionara igual que cualquier otro humano, y la vista te hizo agua la boca.— ¿Quieres que te folle, bebé? — Preguntó con su voz ronca y arqueó las cejas, viendo como tragabas saliva y asentías desesperadamente, sus manos eran tan grandes, pero incluso parecían pequeñas al envolver su miembro, su pulgar llegaba a acariciar la punta rosada; cubriéndose con su humedad y los restos de tu saliva por todo lo largo.— Quiero que lo digas.

— Lo necesito tanto…— Dijiste, encontrando su mirada divertida puesta sobre ti.— Necesito tu polla dentro de mí, por favor Jungkook…

Los ojos de Jungkook brillaron con hambre y deseo mientras se relamía los labios. Te estabas volviendo una personita tan sucia, pensó, y aún así, seguías siendo tímida como antes.

— ¿Lo necesitas? — Repitió tus palabras inclinándose más cerca de ti y buscando alinearse correctamente con tu goteante entrada, y cuando habló de nuevo; sus palabras fueron una nube de calor contra tus labios entreabiertos.— ¿Me necesitas follando tu pequeño coño como una buena puta?

Jadeaste ante sus palabras tan sucias; buscando a tientas algún tipo de agarre en tus muñecas.— Sí, por favor, Jungkook, yo…

Tu oración se atascó en tu garganta cuando lo sentiste presionando la punta caliente de su pene contra tu entrada; provocándote lo suficiente como para que tus ojos se cerraran y que tu cuerpo se tensara con expectativa.

Sin embargo, a Jungkook le gustaba bromear.

— Relájate, bebé…— Murmuró alejándose un poco hacia atrás para apoyar su pene contra tu coño, comenzando a rodar sus caderas; haciéndote jadear cuando rozó intencionalmente tu clítoris y todo tu cuerpo se concentró en lo pesado y grueso que se sentía presionando contra ti.— Estás tan tensa.

Gemías con cada lento y provocativo movimiento de sus caderas contra ti, los sucios sonidos de su polla arrastrándose entre tus húmedos pliegues llenaban tus oídos y te hacían suspirar de pura frustración.— Por favor, mételo…— Suplicaste patéticamente y con los ojos nublados por el deseo.— No puedo soportarlo más…

Jungkook se rió entre dientes.— ¿Estás segura, bebé?

Y tu asentiste con la cabeza, más que necesitada y ansiosa por tenerlo dentro de ti.— Sí, joder, eso es todo lo que quiero…

— Todo lo que mi linda humana quiera…— Jungkook habló antes de tomar su pene por la base y alinear su punta contra tu entrada una vez más. Los dedos de tus pies se curvaron cuando él comenzó a deslizarse, el ardor que sentiste de su miembro grande y grueso abriendo tu interior gradualmente envió oleadas de dolor y placer al mismo tiempo.

Cerraste los ojos y tu cabeza cayó hacia atrás contra la almohada ante la deliciosa sensación.— Oh, joder, Jungkook…

— Shhh... eso es, despacio, bebé.— Jungkook susurró deslizándose lánguidamente dentro de ti, tomándose su dulce tiempo, disfrutando de la sensación de tu coño apretándose de forma imponente a su alrededor mientras entraba en tu interior y amando como se apretaba más a medida que avanzaba.— Sé que puedes tomarlo.

Intentaste apartar las manos de su agarre de nuevo, pero era en vano, Jungkook te sostenía con demasiada fuerza y prácticamente estabas a su merced.— Es mucho, Jungkook…— Te quejaste debajo de él sintiendo que todo tu cuerpo estaba en llamas. Nunca antes te habías sentido algo así, nunca pensaste que estarías tan llena.— Es demasiado grande…

— ¿Lo es, bebé? — Preguntó mientras se inclinaba sobre ti para darte un pequeño beso en los labios, suave, tranquilo. Todas las cosas que no era.— ¿Quieres que pare?

— No, por favor, no te detengas…— No dudaste, nunca lo hiciste con él.

Jungkook sonrió diabólicamente ante tu rápida respuesta. Realmente te había entrenado bien, te había convertido en su pequeña y obediente muñequita. Joder, el escucharte así hizo que su polla palpitara, dándose cuenta de que acababa de enseñarte cómo darle una buena mamada porque eras tan inocente que ni siquiera sabías cómo hacerlo y ahora te retorcías debajo de él, tratando de darle sentido a la sensación de su gran polla llenándote. Era demasiado perfecto.

— Mi linda bebé necesita tanto mi polla, ¿no es así? — Murmuró con su voz ronca empujando dentro de ti con tanta fuerza que te quedaste sin aliento, deteniéndose justo después para poder escuchar tus gemidos quejumbrosos saliendo de tus bonitos labios.— Mírate. Fuiste hecha para ser follada por mí.

— Es tan grande…— Balbuceaste sin sentido antes soltar un patético gemido cuando Jungkook comenzó a dar profundas embestidas dentro y fuera de ti, lentamente al principio; comenzando a establecer un ritmo conforme avanzaba. No pensaste que alguna vez serías capaz de experimentar este sentimiento con nadie más.— Se siente tan bien…

— Te encanta, ¿no es así? — Habló y se inclinó sobre ti; presionando su frente contra la tuya, su mano todavía sostenía con fuerza tus muñecas comenzando a perderse en el delicioso placer que sus cuerpos creaban, tus senos rebotaban cada vez que empujaba su polla dentro de ti con fuerza, haciendo que la vista de todo fuera aún más placentero.— Mi linda mortal fue hecha para tomar mi polla.

— S-Sí, por favor, no pares…— Gemiste de pura felicidad mientras las lágrimas corrían por tu rostro con la fuerza de sus embestidas. Ni siquiera podías pensar con claridad, tu mente era un desastre, demasiado intoxicada con la sensación de su miembro golpeando tu coño. Todas esas noches frustrantes, todos esos sueños eróticos que tuviste con Jungkook, nada podría compararse, y realmente pensaste que estabas arruinada para siempre.— Es tan bueno…

A Jungkook le encantaba verte llorar mientras estabas tan llena de su polla, esas lágrimas etéreas corriendo por tu rostro mientras sus embestidas se volvían más fuertes y duras dentro de ti. También le encantaba cómo se volvían tus gemidos cuando llegabas a ese punto: tan agudos y rotos, con tu cerebro incapaz de formar una sola oración comprensible.

— Qué linda humana.— Elogió elevando su mano para acunar tu rostro y limpiar una lágrima de tu mejilla.— Eres tan bonita cuando lloras…

— Es... es tan grande.— Gimoteaste dócilmente una vez más, parecía como si eso fuera todo lo que pudieras decir, ese único pensamiento repitiéndose como un disco rayado dentro de tu aturdida mente.

Tus ojos estaban tan borrosos que casi te perdiste la sonrisita diabólica que apareció en sus labios.

— ¿No puedes soportarlo, bebé? — Jungkook bromeó moviendo sus caderas de una manera que hizo que tu coño se apretara a su alrededor haciéndote gemir su nombre y arquear tu espalda hacia él; ofreciéndole en bandeja de oro tus senos para que él los atacara con su caliente lengua, lamiendo tus pezones antes de regalarles una mordidita por igual, y otra lágrima se deslizó por tu rostro con un deleite sin fin.— ¿Me molestas durante semanas, suplicando que te llene con mi polla, y luego empiezas a llorar porque no puedes soportarlo? Deberías ser más consciente de lo que pides.

— N-No, no es eso…— Tragaste saliva sintiendo como las palabras se atascaban en tu garganta ante sus duras embestidas.— Y-yo p-puedo tomarlo, lo juro…

Jungkook tarareó y se echó hacia atrás para poder mirar el lío que estaba haciendo entre tus piernas. Gimió en aprobación cuando vió su gruesa polla hundirse con fuerza entre tus empapados pliegues, casi hasta el borde.— Lo estás tomando muy bien princesa… – Él te miró con sus ojos de obsidiana brillando con malicia.— Qué buena puta eres. Harás todo lo que te pido, ¿no?

Asentiste desesperada con la cabeza sin entender realmente lo que dijo. Sentías como si el mundo se cerrara a tu alrededor, asfixiándote. Jungkook era demasiado grande, demasiado grueso, la forma en que te estiraba no era más que deliciosa y placentera.

— ¿Todo? — Preguntó inclinándose más cerca y soltando tus muñecas, con su boca a centímetros de tu oreja. Su aliento era caliente y pesado, cubierto de hambre.— Si quisiera seguir follándote una y otra vez, hasta que esté satisfecho, ¿me dejarías?

— Sí...— Gemiste en aprobación, eso era todo lo que querías.

Jungkook curvó sus manos debajo de tus rodillas y tiró de tus piernas hacia arriba, más cerca de tu pecho. El nuevo ángulo fue un descubrimiento tan delicioso, un gemido particularmente fuerte explotó en tu garganta mientras seguía follándote con fuerza.

— ¿Incluso si te corres tanto que ni siquiera puedas hacerlo más? — Preguntó una vez más; sus embestidas se volvieron más duras, golpeando increíblemente profundo dentro de ti de una manera que te hacía gemir su nombre una y otra vez.— ¿Me dejarías usar tu coño y llenarte con mi semen hasta que estés goteando? ¿Hum? ¿Hasta que no puedas soportarlo más y aún así no me detendré?

— Joder, sí... — Tus ojos se cerraron revoloteando en puro placer, y con tus muslos temblando con cada nueva colisión de sus caderas contra las tuyas. Dejarías que Jungkook hiciera lo que quisiera contigo, estabas más allá del punto de cuestionar cualquier cosa.— Por favor, Jungkook, yo solo… oh, joder…

— Estás tan jodidamente apretada…— Jungkook maldijo en medio de un gruñido, sus manos enterrándose en la piel de tus caderas.— Qué buen coño, tan húmedo y apretado para mi polla.

— Jungkook estoy tan cerca…— Gemiste desesperada sintiendo como todo el placer que te estaba dando comenzaba a golpear tu cuerpo.— Por favor, no te detengas.

— No puedo parar, cariño.— Jungkook siseó echando su cabeza hacia atrás en un nuevo y gutural gruñido, su cabello era un desastre sudoroso sobre sus ojos, su pecho palpitaba con el placer que lo estaba invadiendo, podía sentir todo: tu euforia, tu lujuria, la desesperación que emanaba de tu alma. Todo era tan lascivo, tan manchado; podría perderse en él. Casi podía saborear la corrupción que impregnaba tu alma.— No cuando te sientes tan jodidamente bien…

Otro agudo gemido brotó de tus labios sonando peligrosamente cerca de su nombre, sintiendo cómo tu interior apretaba su polla un poco más, Jungkook gruñó y maldijo ante la sensación de tus paredes palpitando a su alrededor con tu orgasmo llamándolo a follarte más fuerte y rápido, amando esas hermosas lágrimas que manchaban tu rostro y viendo como empezabas a retroceder por la sensibilidad extra a través de los espasmos de tu clímax.

— J-Jungkook, es demasiado…— Te quejaste por lo bajo buscando apoyo en sus fuertes brazos.

— Me dijiste que me dejarías usar este coño, bebé.— Jungkook te recordó con su voz rota por un gemido entrecortado. Se notaba que estaba cerca, sus embestidas eran demasiado descuidadas y desesperadas.— Hasta que esté satisfecho.

— S-sí...— Jadeaste sabiendo que no habías cambiado de opinión.

— ¿Vas a dejar que te llene con mi semen? — Preguntó de nuevo, sonriendo ante el pequeño y débil "sí" que le diste.— No voy a parar después de que me corra, bebé. Voy a follarte hasta que no puedas hacerlo más.

Abriste la boca para decir algo, qué, exactamente, no tenías idea, pero pronto sentiste su semen caliente derramándose dentro de ti y tu mente se quedó completamente en blanco. No sabías si era por lo que era Jungkook, pero todo lo que hizo fue extremadamente fácil para excitarte, y su semen dentro de ti no fue la excepción. Un gemido salió de tu garganta antes de que pudieras detenerte y todo tu cuerpo se apoderó de un nivel de deseo que ni siquiera podías comprender.

Hubo un momento de confusión interna cuando el demonio se detuvo para recuperar aliento en el que realmente pensaste que había terminado, que Jungkook se iba a ir y te dejaría con ese deseo construyéndose dentro de ti. Pero el aura animal que lo rodeaba no te dejaría descansar.

Después de unos cuantos segundos Jungkook encontró tus ojos a través de la cortina de su cabello oscuro, el brillo de malicia que viste en ellos te emocionó el doble antes de escucharlo hablar en medio de un gruñido.

— Más.

Y esa fue toda la advertencia que te dió, cuando menos te diste cuenta, Jungkook te dió la vuelta como si fueras una muñeca de trapo y presionó tu cara y tu cuerpo contra el colchón. Gimoteaste al sentir un duro azote golpear contra una de las mejillas de su trasero antes de que tomara con fuerza tus caderas, tirando de tu cuerpo hacia arriba hasta que tus rodillas te sostuvieron sobre la cama y apenas tuviste tiempo para reaccionar antes de que su polla se hundiera dentro de ti una vez más.

— Oh, Dios…— Jadeaste con fuerza y tus manos apretaron las sábanas mientras Jungkook continuaba golpeando dentro de ti, haciendo que la mezcla de su semen y tu humedad goteara por tus piernas. Su resistencia era una locura, como esperabas que fuera, pero la dureza de su polla te estaba haciendo perder la cabeza.— Joder, Jungkook…

— Tienes un coño tan perfecto, no puedo tener suficiente de ti…— Jungkook gruñó antes de tirar con fuerza de tu cabello mientras continuaba perforando dentro de tu coño, haciendo que tu cuerpo temblara con cada duro impacto. Tus ojos se cerraron ante la deliciosa sensación y tus paredes se apretaron alrededor de él mientras te llenaba hasta el borde.— Estás jodidamente goteando sobre mi polla. Qué puta tan sucia.

El placer dentro de ti era innegable, aumentando tan rápido que apenas y podías seguirlo. Acababas de alcanzar tu punto máximo y ya sentías que estabas a punto de hacerlo todo de nuevo.— J-Jungkook, yo…— Las palabras luchaban por salir de tu lengua con tu mente empañada por el erotismo de sus acciones.— Se siente tan bien, joder, no te detengas…

Hubo un ligero escozor en tu cuero cabelludo cuando apretó el agarre en tu cabello, haciéndote inclinar tu cabeza hacia atrás y que tu trasero se presionara contra su pelvis.— ¿Vas a correrte de nuevo, bebé? — Jungkook preguntó sin aliento antes de sonreír cuando asentiste con la cabeza, con tus ojitos llorosos mirándolo por encima de tu hombro.— Eres una pequeña mortal tan hambrienta. Acabas de llegar y estás a punto de correrte en mi polla de nuevo, ¿eh?

Gemiste una vez más igual de fuerte mientras lo sentías tirar de tu cabello, haciendo que tu espalda se arqueara y tu coño se apretara a su alrededor.— Sí, joder…— Admitiste en medio de un jadeo, la habitación estaba tan caliente que apenas y podías respirar, sentías como si todo el lugar estuviera dando vueltas a tu alrededor. Estabas tan, tan cerca de tu orgasmo que casi podías tocarlo.— Voy a correrme de nuevo…

Jungkook se humedeció los labios, bajando su atención al movimiento de su polla dentro y fuera de ti y gimió al ver tus pliegues envolviéndose alrededor de su grosor, tragándolo ansiosamente mientras tu humedad goteaba por tus muslos, ensuciándolo por completo. Era la cosa más hermosa que había presenciado en su vida, quería tener eso para siempre.— Sabía que serías tan perfecta después de que te preparé para esto, sabía que te encantaría ser una puta para mí.

No podías decir que te sorprendió su confesión; no eras tonta, sabías que había una sola cosa que un demonio quisiera contigo y, después de los sueños sexuales, no fue difícil sumarlo todo. Y, sin embargo, aceptaste sus avances en cada paso del camino, permitiste que te hiciera pedazos y te enseñara cómo ser tan sucia para él. Y tenía razón: te había encantado cada segundo.

— Voy a correrme.— Le advertiste, cerrando los ojos mientras todo el placer se arrastraba por toda tu piel justo hasta tu centro.— Joder, tu polla es tan grande, voy a…

Tu orgasmo te fue arrebatado cuando Jungkook se apartó abruptamente de tu coño. Lloriqueaste por lo bajo y sollozaste ante la pérdida de su pene dentro de ti, los sonidos lascivos se convirtieron en un jadeo de sorpresa y sin aliento cuando te separó de él.

Jungkook fácilmente te dio la vuelta y tiró de tus piernas hacia arriba, presionándolas contra tu pecho cuando se inclinó.— Quiero ver tu bonita cara cuando te llene con mi semen.

Y eso fue todo lo que dijo antes de irrumpir dentro nuevamente en una deliciosa penetración, todo tu cuerpo se estremeció ante la sensación y ante el repentino estiramiento que te empujó al borde del placer y te hizo correrte alrededor de su polla por segunda vez esa noche.

— Que humana tan dulce…— Jungkook gimió demasiado perdido en su propio placer, tus paredes se habían vuelto increíblemente apretadas a su alrededor, latiendo con cada bombeo de su longitud dentro de ti.— Me encanta arruinarte. Eres tan perfecta para mí. Hecha para esto…— Sus frases eran sólo algunos pensamientos conectados por fuertes gemidos, sus cejas bajaban a medida que se acercaba su propio orgasmo.— Me encanta verte así, te ves tan linda, toda llena de mi polla.

Jungkook murmuró con su voz aireada antes de derramarse de nuevo dentro de ti con un fuerte y entrecortado gemido y unas pocas palabras de elogio que salieron de sus labios: de lo bien, lo húmeda y lo apretada que estabas para él. Al igual que la primera vez, la sensación de que él te llenaba era embriagadora y te hacía perder la cabeza una vez más.

Intentaste quejarte un poco pero tus palabras fueron silenciadas con el choque de sus labios contra los tuyos, un gemido gutural lo dejó mientras derramaba las últimas gotas, su polla palpitó un par de veces más mientras seguía bombeándose a sí mismo través de su orgasmo; asegurándose de que cada gota de su semen estuviera profundamente dentro de ti.

Se notaba que estaba lejos de estar satisfecho cuando te besó con fervor, tarareando ante el sabor de tu lengua mientras sus manos sostenían con fuerza tus caderas impidiendo moverte. El pene de Jungkook todavía estaba duro dentro de ti, enterrado profundamente, incluso si había detenido sus movimientos, y te encantaba lo lleno que te hacía sentir, y sabías que estabas más allá del punto de la salvación.

Jungkook suspiró profundamente contra tus labios y se inclinó hacia atrás, sus ojos se encontraron con la unión de sus cuerpos mientras se alejaba, viendo como su semen se derramaba fuera de ti lentamente, haciendo un desastre sobre las sábanas y marcándote como suya, completamente suya.

— Perfecta…— Murmuró y debió haber sido la centésima vez que dijo eso en la noche, pero no podía tener suficiente de ti.— Hecha para mí.

Hubo un peso en tu pecho cuando lo miraste, observando la forma tan hermosa en la que su piel brillaba bajo la luz de la luna. Quizás fue la culpa, pensaste, o la comprensión de que acababas de manchar tu alma en nombre de la lujuria. Sin embargo, ya no te importaba.

Respiró pesadamente cuando se acostó a tu lado sobre la cama, y te giraste de lado para poder mirarlo; Jungkook era tan guapo, tan perfecto; y la mirada que te dio fue nada menos que pecaminosa.

— ¿Estuve bien? — Preguntaste por lo bajo con tu voz temblorosa debido a tu estado nebuloso y cansado antes de formar una pequeña sonrisita.

El demonio asintió, encontrando esa pregunta bastante adorable.— Sí, cariño. Aprendes rápido.

Tu sonrisa satisfecha se ensanchó en tu rostro y te acercaste a él, colocando tu cabeza contra su pecho, donde no podías escuchar ningún latido. Ese momento fue lo suficientemente extraño como lo fue, pero no estabas pensando con claridad; además, abrazar a un demonio no podía ser peor que todo lo que había sucedido antes.

Si Jungkook pensó que eso era extraño, no lo mencionó. Simplemente apartó unos mechones de cabello de tu frente, mirándote.— ¿Cansada, querida? — Preguntó.

— Sí…— Respondiste por lo bajo y parpadeaste pesadamente.

El tarareó colocando su palma contra tu mejilla.— Puedes descansar un poco.— Habló casi con suavidad al principio antes de que su voz volviera al tono profundo y áspero de antes.— Pero aún no he terminado contigo.

Después de todo, le permitiste usarte hasta que estuviera satisfecho. Y Jungkook estaba lejos de estarlo. No era que estuvieras quejando después de todo.

Y antes de que el sueño y el cansancio hiciera efecto por completo en tu cuerpo, escuchaste a Jungkook murmurar por lo bajo contra tu oído:

— Espera a que ellos te conozcan, cariño.

N/A: Por finn después de mucho tiempo y de que me lo pidieran demasiado por fin está disponible de nuevo 'Devilish' como especial de halloween 🎃

Espero por fin poder publicar la segunda parte de este oneshot, que realmente es una serie👀

So espero que lo disfruten igual o más que la primera vez🌚 gracias por todo su apoyo ♡

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magicshop · 2 years ago

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jinnie looking perfect as always for @cordiallyfuturedwight ♡

#btsgif #btsedit #seokjin #kim seokjin #jin #bangtan #bts #mine #mine:gifs #mine:ksj #cordiallyfuturedwight #rjshope #annietrack #raplinenthusiasts #hope you're having a good weekend beautiful kayla <3 #changed caption because i might be a witch fhjgkfgjh

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seekers-who-are-lovers · 28 days ago

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Undertaker’s brief appearance at the end of Episode 13th caused furore among the staff. Not just us. Heh.

From Yana T’s editor:

Undertaker appears ⚰️

It was a short scene, but the moment Suwabe Junichi-san finished acting out this scene at the recording studio, outside the booth... that is, from the staff side, there were comments like "Wow..." "Sexy..." "Erotic..."

The voice actors cannot hear the comments nor the voices from the staff.

Suwabe-san himself is unaware of this and goes about his normal work and goes home, but the people around him are in an uproar.

At the time, I thought he was invincible, on the level of the protagonist of a reincarnated story in another world!

I concur.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #undertaker #yana toboso #Ciel’s older twin brother #emerald witch arc #episode 13 #cloverworks #junichi suwabe #he’s the reason i got addicted to kuroshitsuji #Yana T’s editor #kuroshitsuji bts

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chimcess · 8 months ago

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→ Chapter Eleven: Following Rivers Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 16.1k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warnings: ANGST, strong language, PTSD, flashbacks, self-hate, self-depreciation, talks of death, everyone is going through it, getting to know some more characters, love-triangle, Jin is being kind of a dick, I promise we'll start seeing more Jimin as this goes on but he's just really depressed right now, Sam is a HUGE flirt, Kook is a vibe and I love him, Secrets to be reveled later, disabilities are going to be a huge part of Yoongi's life now and his arc so bear with a lot of that being in his povs, he's my favorite person in this series (so far, later you'll meet by baby for life), possibly wrong medical terminology, sexism and misogyny will be hinted at, everyone is going through it, lots of grief and heartache, Babyboy just wants his best friend back, mourning her life she's dead, let me know if I missed anything... A/N: Thanks for reading <3

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Yoongi's POV

The night was too loud—everything was loud—like the world had turned up the volume just to drown me out. Crickets chirped incessantly, their sharp songs digging under my skin. Somewhere in the darkness, the witches chanted, their voices twisting together like secrets I wasn't supposed to hear. I sat on the porch, my fingers tracing the worn grooves in the wood. It used to calm me when I was a kid. Now it just felt... empty. Everything did.

The stars above were a blur, smudges in a sky that once looked like magic. Now it was just a cruel haze—a kind of blindness that let me glimpse shapes and light but never enough to truly see. The battle with the elves had left me like this. Half-blind, half-alive. And I didn't know which half was worse.

My porch used to be our refuge. I could almost hear Y/N beside me—her laughter mingling with the fireflies dancing around us in Moland. But I couldn't picture her smile anymore, and that hurt more than anything else. Her memory was slipping away along with my vision, leaving only empty outlines where something bright used to be.

There was a party going on somewhere in the yard. The witches were celebrating Wendy's new role as head witch and our recent win against the elves. We would've done it sooner, but after Cordelia's death, any idea of joy felt wrong. I thought it was still too soon for something like this, but Wendy seemed up for it, and Jin went into full planning mode the moment she smiled. Their laughter and shouts made my head hurt. Some of them had offered to hang out with me back here, but I didn't want the company.

Pretending to be happy with near strangers wasn't something I could do.

I heard footsteps approaching—slow, hesitant. It was my mother. She didn't say anything at first, but I felt her warmth beside me. I avoided looking at her; everything looked like an old black-and-white film from Northorn, and it broke my heart every time I saw her without color. "Yoongi," she said softly, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder. So light it was almost not there. But it was. Everything felt heavy now. "How are you holding up?"

I exhaled, the sound shaky. "I'm not," I finally said, the words coming out more bitter and broken than I intended. "I don't even know why I should try to hold on anymore."

Her hand tightened on my shoulder. "We've been through so much," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "But we're still here, Yoongi. That means something."

Does it? I thought. I didn't say it, but the weight in my chest felt suffocating. Carrying it another day seemed impossible, and the thought made me want to scream. "I miss her," I whispered instead, your name lodged in my throat. "She always knew what to do."

My mother sighed, her fingers brushing my arm. "She did," she agreed quietly. "But she wouldn't want you to carry this alone. You've still got people who care about you. Jin—"

I flinched at his name, cutting her off. "He doesn't need me. Not when he has Wendy to think about."

"That's not true," she said firmly. "You don't have to do this alone, Yoongi. Let him help you."

"Wen's mom died," I reminded her.

"I understand that. Dee meant a lot to me. I've known her my entire life. But you're hurting, too," she replied thickly. "You've been doing your best to make him happy through all of this. He's just lost right now. Bring him back."

I stayed silent. The idea of reaching out felt impossible—a weight I wasn't ready to lift. The silence stretched between us, her hand on my shoulder more burden than comfort. "I'm tired," I muttered, leaning forward and resting my face in my hands. "I don't know if I can do this right now. Or ever."

I groaned, rubbing my eyes. The blur gave me migraines. "I don't think I can do anything anymore."

"You can," she insisted, her voice steady. "You're stronger than you think, and it's okay to let others be strong for you."

I didn't argue, but her words felt hollow. Letting people help me wouldn't prepare anyone for the war. Wouldn't fix the shining. I wanted to tell her how empty it all felt, how each day was a battle to find a reason to keep going. But what would that change? She couldn't fix this. No one could.

And the last thing I wanted was to worry my mother more than she already was.

Footsteps again—lighter this time. Wendy. Mom kissed my cheek, patted my shoulder, and headed back inside Mi-Jeong's house. If there was one good thing about staying here, it was how close Mom and Hoji had gotten with Jimin's mother. Even I had to admit I liked her. She made me laugh and went out of her way to make the house easier for me to navigate while we figured out a way to fix my eyes.

Once Ji-Hyun left to stay with Callisto's family just outside the gates, things got a bit quieter. Jin and I hadn't spoken much since everything settled; he was too busy helping Wendy take over as the head witch of her coven. Before Ji-Hyun left, we'd teamed up against the wolf a few times. His wife was the only reason we didn't confront him more.

Callisto was sweet and gentle, fiercely loyal to her husband and his whims. Ji-Hyun held a grudge against Y/N for reasons he wouldn't share. His wife, despite his silence, didn't let him off the hook if he even thought about saying something rude about her. He'd calmed down considerably before they moved out, but I had a feeling it was more for his mother's sake than any real remorse.

"Yoongi?" Wendy's voice cut through the thick silence, cautious. She stopped a few feet away, her figure a blur of gray against the darker gray of the night. "Are you okay?"

I almost laughed—a bitter, hollow sound. "No," I said flatly. "But I guess that's just how it is now."

She moved closer, her presence warm but almost suffocating. Everything was shades of gray, like the world had been drained of color. My eyes were still healing, leaving everything hazy and indistinct. "We're here for you if you need anything," she said, echoing my mother's words. "Jin and I—"

"Don't," I interrupted, my voice low and rough. "You know just as well as I do that Jin isn't here for me as long as you're around. So spare me the speech."

Her silence hurt more than any response could have. She sat beside me, her shoulder just brushing mine. I kept my gaze down; the porch beneath us was a washed-out gray, the wood grain barely visible through the blur. "He cares about you a lot, Yoongi," she said softly. "Even if it doesn't feel that way. Even when he's being... difficult."

I wanted to believe her. I wanted to feel something—anything. But all I felt was the same hollow ache that had settled in since that night. I nodded slightly, enough to make her think I was listening, but my eyes remained fixed on the indistinct, grey shapes at my feet.

Laughter drifted over from next door—too bright, too alive. It sounded out of place in this monochrome world. All I could do was sit there. It was so pathetic I wanted to cry.

"You know," Wendy said gently, her voice tinged with hope, "I've been trying to get him to talk to you more. Maybe if you put in a little effort, it could help. I know he misses you."

"Doesn't matter how much he loves and misses me," I muttered. "You're his top priority now, Wendy."

"But you should be, too," she insisted, her fingers lightly touching my arm. Her hand was a pale shade against the darker fabric of my sleeve. "Promise me you'll at least try?"

I nodded again, a mechanical gesture more for her benefit than mine. "Okay," I murmured, the word scraping out of my throat. "I'll... try." It was a lie, one I didn't even believe.

Wendy's hand rested on mine, warm against the cold that had settled into my bones. It should have been comforting, but now it was just... there. The lack of color made everything feel distant, unreal. Wendy had been a great comfort to me when we were younger, but now, after everything that happened, it just felt wrong. She shouldn't be here with me. If there was any hope that Jin and I could remain friends, she needed to stay as far away from me as possible.

But Wendy either didn't know or didn't care. When I talked to Jungkook about it, he said she was just naïve. Sam called her selfish. That made me laugh. It was something Y/N always said about her, too. I think everyone had at one point or another. Even Cordelia.

The name sent a shiver down my spine. It was ironic that I was calling Wendy selfish when her mother had died just weeks ago, and she was here comforting me. Jin was right. I was a bad friend who only thought about himself.

"You're not alone," she repeated, her voice steady.

I swallowed hard, my throat aching. Alone? I'd never felt more alone. Even with her beside me, it didn't change the hollow ache inside. The world around us was a blur of grays, shadows without definition. "I feel like I am," I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

"Don't say that," she said firmly. "You're still part of the family. You're still you."

Still me. What did that even mean anymore? The person I was before felt like a stranger. My fists clenched, the grainy image of my hands tightening in my lap. Frustration bubbled up. "Wendy," I began, my voice rough. "What if this is it? What if we never find a cure? What if I'm stuck like this forever? Then what?"

"Then we'd figure it out," she said softly.

"There is no 'we,'" I snapped, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The motion made the hazy edges of my vision swim. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice my outburst. "Mom would have to move back to Bangtan, and while everyone else is playing house, I'd be stuck as the blind cripple who needs his mommy."

"Don't talk about yourself like that," Wendy said sharply. "Even if it doesn't feel like it, you matter to us. You're still the most valued person here. What do you think everyone is celebrating right now?"

I stayed quiet. Her words didn't reach the part of me that felt like it had crumbled to dust. The grayscale world around me felt empty, lifeless. It was easier to retreat into the numbness, to hold onto the pain because at least it was familiar.

"You, Yoongi," Wendy's grip on my arm tightened. Her face was a pale blur, but I could sense the intensity in her gaze. "You single-handedly took down more elves than anyone here. You sacrificed your body for us. Why do you think Jin's being a jerk? He feels insecure and inadequate next to you. You've never known how incredible you are, have you?"

I wanted to tell her I hadn't, but I kept my mouth shut. We were treading dangerous ground, and I prayed no one else heard what she said. The sea coven was full of gossipers, and I worried Jin would hear about it. I didn't want to fight with him.

"Thank you," I whispered eventually, the words thin and weak. The night pressed down, the grayness seeping into everything. My thoughts drifted to Y/N—her laughter, her vibrant presence that seemed to bring color to everything. Without her, everything felt impossible. Without her, I felt... nothing.

I knew if she were here, I'd be doing a lot better right now. Y/N and I had a bond deeper than any other I'd ever had. Samanya was becoming a close second, but we had a few cultural differences that made it hard to get as close. She was also one of the most beautiful beings I'd ever seen, her image in my mind a vivid contrast to the muted world before me.

There were only two others who'd ever made me feel the same way: Delta and a man here I refused to acknowledge existed half the time. The impossibility of that relationship made it easier to pretend that just the sight of him didn't make my heart race. Like I didn't watch him like a stray dog hoping for scraps. He never noticed. Of course he didn't.

Wolves didn't practice homosexuality. When I asked Jungkook about it, he said it was viewed as a mental illness. Mates were for breeding, and a wolf who didn't want to continue the bloodline was so out of the ordinary they didn't think it could be natural. Y/N had explained something similar before, but she didn't know all the ins and outs like the young omega did.

"I miss her," I muttered, my chest aching. "She made it all easier."

Wendy's voice softened, her grief barely hidden. "We all miss her. But she wouldn't want us to stop living. She'd want us to keep going."

"Going where?" I asked, my voice cracking. "What's the point if everything just ends?"

"The point is we're still here," she said gently.

I didn't answer. The world around me was a sea of gray shadows, the party sounds muffled and distant.

"Yoongi," she said after a moment. "I know it's hard. I know you feel like you've lost everything. But you haven't. You're just... hurting right now."

I wanted to argue, but the fight was gone. I just sat there, staring into the hazy blur of a world I couldn't fully see, feeling like a stranger to myself.

The night stretched on, Wendy beside me—a flicker of warmth in the endless gray. I didn't know if I believed her, but for now, I'd let her stay. For now, I'd let myself breathe. It was all I could do.

Eventually, Wendy stood up, leaving me alone. The party was still in full swing, a large bonfire crackling, casting shifting shadows in shades of gray. A group of women gathered around it, their figures indistinct. I watched Wendy find Jin, saw the way she fit under his arm—their forms blending into one another in my blurred vision. Either he hadn't seen us or was choosing to ignore it.

I hoped it was the latter.

I leaned back against the rough wood of the porch, every nerve weighted down by a relentless exhaustion. It wasn't just my body that felt broken—it was everything. The world, my place in it, me.

I'd lost count of the nights spent like this—stranded in the dark, drowning in thoughts I couldn't escape. For the first time, I felt like I understood Y/N's nightmares. When they were at their worst, I'd sleep in her bed to wake her up, and she'd spend hours telling me how horrible and guilty she felt for being so angry and upset all the time. She never called herself a burden, but now that I was in her shoes, I knew that's what she meant.

I knew she was fine and alive out in Lustra somewhere, but it didn't stop my mind from mourning her as harshly as I'd mourned Cordelia at her memorial service on the shores of Syrena. Maybe even more. I loved Wendy's adoptive mother, but I didn't know her as well as I should have. Y/N was my best friend, and her absence was gnawing away at whatever sanity I had left.

Minutes—maybe hours—dragged by, each one heavier than the last, until the soft sound of footsteps cut through the quiet. They were barely there, and if my ears weren't so tuned in to what was happening around me, I wouldn't have heard them at all. Then I caught the faint scent of mist and wet grass. I knew who it was before she spoke.

Minutes—maybe hours—dragged by, each one heavier than the last, until the sharp sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. They were barely audible, but I'd become attuned to every little noise. Then I caught the faint scent of mist and wet grass. I knew who it was before she spoke.

"Mind if I sit?" Sam's voice was brisk. When I looked up, her face was a pale oval against the darker grays of the night. I wished I knew what color her eyes were. They were the only thing I wasn’t confident in my guesses about. They were light, but I could not tell you what shade they really were. She'd always been beautiful, but tonight there was something different—something that made me appreciate her even more.

Her eyes were a soft gray, her hair a dark shadow framing her face. I knew that if I ever got my full sight back, she'd be even more striking. But for now, it was nice to be around someone when appearances didn't really matter. She didn't seem to mind helping me navigate or putting up with my bad moods, either.

Sam was nearly perfect. It was just too bad I had someone else in mind when we weren't together.

Those dimples were so deep I could make them out from the porch anytime he walked by...

"Go ahead," I muttered, nodding toward the spot Wendy had left.

She settled beside me with an ease that felt out of place next to my stillness, her energy humming softly between us. "You look like hell," she said bluntly. "What's got you in pieces this time, Yoongi?"

I let out a hollow laugh, the sound harsh even to my own ears. "This time?" I echoed, shaking my head. "It's always the same stuff." I gestured vaguely at the night—at nothing and everything. "Take your pick."

Her smirk faded slightly, and for a moment, I thought she might soften—but Sam wasn't the soft type. She never sugarcoated things, never pretended it would all be okay. Part of why I didn't push her away like I did the others. Yet, anyway. I'd already drawn the line about romance with her in my head, but I knew I was weak, and she made me feel comfortable. She reminded me so much of Delta...

No, I couldn't go there.

"Yeah, it's bad," she agreed, her voice steady. "But sitting here feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to change anything." She leaned closer, her breath warm against my cheek. "Staring at them will make Seokjin angry, you know."

I snapped my eyes away from the fire. I hadn't been looking at Jin or Wendy, but it wouldn't surprise me if Jin thought I was. He'd become more paranoid and distant these days.

I turned to her, bitterness bubbling up, unable to hold it back. "What do you want from me, Sam?" I didn't care if it made her uncomfortable—she'd chosen to sit here.

Then I felt bad again. That wasn't fair.

Sam didn't flinch. If anything, her gaze sharpened, unwavering and direct. "You think you're the only one feeling this?" she asked, her voice low. "You're not. We're all carrying it, Yoongi. The war, the losses, the uncertainty—it's wearing us all down."

"Then why don't you look like it?" I snapped, my fists clenching. "Why do you still act like there's something worth fighting for?"

"Because the alternative is giving up," she said simply. "And I've seen what that looks like. It's worse than this."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Doesn't sound so bad right now."

She was silent for a moment, and when she spoke again, her voice held a rare gentleness. "You're not the first to feel that way. And you won't be the last. But giving up? It doesn't end the pain, Yoongi. It just spreads it. You think Wendy's okay? Or Namjoon? Or the rest of us?" She paused. "We're barely holding it together. But we're still here. And so are you."

The mention of his name made my pulse quicken, and Sam knew it. She only brought him up to get a rise out of me. Her spending time with him didn't help. The thought of both of them together—breathless, naked, sighing—was the first thing that had truly distracted me all day.

He was so... captivating.

I pressed the heels of my hands to my eyes—not that it mattered. Everything was just as hazy and muted as before. It was better at night. I could see things a little clearer. The sun made my eyes burn and itch, and I couldn't leave the house without shades. Taejin was kind enough to give me a few pairs.

"I'm not here, Sam," I whispered. "Not really. Without my sight, I'm a terrible fighter, and without that, what's left of me? I don't serve much use here."

She sighed softly. "You're still you, Yoongi. Maybe some things are different, maybe you're feeling lost. But you're still here. And as long as you are, you've got a chance to figure out who you'll be now. Life doesn't stop just because you want it to."

I wanted to argue, to push her away, but there was a stubborn truth in what she said.

"What do you want me to say, Sam?" I asked, the question slipping out more like a plea than I'd intended. "That I'm so messed up I can't even use magic? I keep trying, and nothing happens."

"You don't have to say anything," she said quietly. "I don't want anything from you. But maybe you should want something for yourself. You've lost a lot, but you haven't lost everything. You still have your mother. That's more than many here can say."

Guilt gnawed at me for snapping at Wendy earlier. It wasn't just Wendy, either. Jin had almost lost his father. Enver had nearly been killed multiple times in that fight. Sol, as much as I hated to admit it, had lost the only person she ever knew as family, and no one seemed to care. Taehyung, maybe, but I knew they weren't talking much. Countless others had fallen as well. Sam wasn't wrong—I was lucky to have my mother.

It didn't erase the fact that my life felt irreversibly damaged. I was the only witch with a permanent disability, the only one no one could heal. Maybe I had the right to feel a little bitter.

"I don't know how to do that," I murmured, barely audible. "How to want anything anymore."

She nodded, her expression unreadable in the grayscale blur of my vision. "Then start small. Want to survive. Want to see tomorrow. Want to believe things can get better. And if you can't want it for yourself, then want it for the people who still care about you."

I couldn't respond. Couldn't argue. After a while, Sam shifted closer, her movements deliberate but careful, like she was approaching a wounded animal. I didn't turn my head, didn't acknowledge her beyond the faint scuff of her boots against the porch. I didn't have the energy.

"You know, Yoongi," Sam said, her voice lighter than it had any right to be on a night like this, "I've always thought you were handsome."

"I know," I mumbled, barely more than a whisper, my voice worn thin. "You know how I feel about you already, just like every other person you’ve sunk your teeth into."

"You're my favorite," she chuckled softly. "You haven't even let me get that far yet. And your skin, those eyes..."

I rolled my eyes. No one ever liked me for my face, and I knew Sam would say anything if she thought I'd give in just a little. My body buzzed with anticipation that I forced down. I didn't know if I could handle something like that right now, even if it might feel good.

Sam's laugh faded, and her tone shifted. "I'm serious, Yoongi. You've got this whole mysterious, brooding thing going on. People like that."

I let out a bitter breath. "What people?" I muttered, shaking my head. Then, a faint smirk tugged at my lips. "I'm a blind guy who can't do magic. Who's lining up for that?"

"You'd be surprised."

I turned slightly toward her, a sigh escaping my lips. "You're relentless, you know that?"

"It's part of my charm," she said, and before I could respond, I felt her shift closer. Her breath was warm against my cheek, and then her lips brushed mine—soft, tentative, giving me a chance to pull away.

But I didn't.

Instead, I leaned into her, my fingers brushing against her arm as I kissed her back. It was brief, just a moment, but it felt like a small light flickering in the darkness. When she pulled away, I could still feel the warmth lingering, and it made me feel... something. Something other than emptiness.

"Thanks," she whispered, barely audible. "For letting that happen."

I swallowed, my throat tight, and nodded. "Thank you," I said softly. "For wanting it to happen."

She smiled—a gentle curve I could almost see in the hazy grayscale of my vision.

Silence settled between us, comfortable for once. I watched the party slowly disperse. Jin and Wendy passed by on their way back inside. Jin glanced down and grinned at me. He was probably happy to see Sam's head leaning on my shoulder. I didn't look to see Wendy's reaction. It didn't matter.

The ache in my chest didn't go away, but I did feel a little better than I had earlier.

Eventually, the last of the witches were gone, and the fire began to burn low. Sam was unusually quiet, but I think she knew I needed time to think. Watching the smoke curl up into the night sky, I tried to keep my mind off the sadder thoughts that seemed to be on repeat lately. Sam deserved better, and I was exhausted from it all. I needed a break.

The sharp creak of the front door pulled me from my thoughts, and Jungkook's familiar voice broke the quiet—loud and bright, just like always. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. He was exactly what I needed, even if I wasn't sure I could match his energy tonight.

"Guess who!" Jungkook called, bounding onto the porch, his grin as wide as ever. "Hope you two haven't died of boredom without me!"

Sam smirked, standing up and leaning against the railing, arms crossed. "Not yet," she shot back. "But the quiet was nice while it lasted."

I chuckled softly but stayed quiet otherwise. The silence had been nice, and I wasn't quite ready to let it go. Jungkook's energy filled the space, bright and insistent, but I could already feel how drained I was from earlier.

"Perfect!" Jungkook plopped a couple of bottles on the table with a clink. "That's why I brought reinforcements. Drinks to celebrate surviving another day in this lovely mess we call life."

"Getting drunk sounds nice," I muttered under my breath, the words tasting bitter. I didn't feel like we were surviving all that well—maybe it was just me. But alcohol? Alcohol I could manage.

Sam glanced at me, her expression unreadable, then turned back to Jungkook. "And you think drinks are going to solve everything?"

"No," Jungkook shrugged, undeterred. "But they won't make it worse, right? And besides, who says no to a little fun?"

I let out a hollow laugh, the sound cracking in the still air. "Fun," I said, shaking my head. "Don't know if I'll be much help with that."

Jungkook's grin faltered, his eyes flicking toward me, then away. "Hey, come on," he said, his voice softer now. "You're still here, Yoongi. That's gotta count for something."

The words landed like stones in my chest. I gripped the bottle he handed me, the cold glass calming me for a moment. "I guess so," I said, barely above a whisper.

Sam straightened, her teasing demeanor fading. "Yoongi..." she started, but I shook my head.

"I'm fine, Sam," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "Just a rough day. Can we just crack open whatever the kid brought and have a good time?"

Jungkook shifted uncomfortably, his bottle clinking as he set it down. "We all have bad days," he said steadily. "You’ve been having a tough time lately, and I don't think it's fair for anyone to make you feel bad about it. I can leave if that's easier. You two seemed fine before I got here."

"It's fine, Kook," I chuckled, touched by his thoughtfulness. "It's not your fault I'm so..." I trailed off, unsure how to finish.

Jungkook's expression softened, and he reached over, giving my shoulder a gentle nudge. "Hey. We're all in this mess together, right?"

Sam sighed, stepping closer. "You're too busy shutting us out to let us help," she said quietly. "But we're not going anywhere, Yoongi. We're here."

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. Their words didn't fix anything. They didn't make the weight on my chest any lighter or the darkness any less suffocating. But for the first time in a long time, they made me feel less alone.

"Now, come on," Sam teased, nudging my shoulder just enough to pull me out of my spiraling thoughts. "You're being so depressing you've got Kook acting serious. That's a first."

"Hey, I can be serious," Jungkook protested, though his usual smile was back, not quite reaching his eyes. "But right now? I'd rather laugh with my friends than sit around dwelling on things I can't change."

I raised my bottle in a half-hearted toast. "Sometimes, laughter is all we've got."

Jungkook lifted his own bottle, grinning. "To laughter, and to the best friends a guy could ask for."

Sam rolled her eyes, but her smile was genuine. "Yeah, yeah. Don't get all mushy on us now."

We clinked our bottles together, the sound echoing softly into the night. The weight on my chest didn't disappear, but it felt a little lighter.

"I'll kick Chief Kim's ass for you in a heartbeat," Sam joked after taking a sip.

"And I'll turn Bo into a goat," I added, trying to keep the mood light.

Sam giggled. "We'd actually get some use out of her then."

"You two are so mean," Jungkook laughed, shaking his head.

"It's part of the charm," Sam shot back, her grin widening.

We finished our first drinks quickly, and Jungkook was more than happy to crack open a few more. The night was young, and the smell of the bonfire still lingered in Mi-Jeong's backyard. I used to love that smell, but now it brought back memories I didn't want—the kind that made me squeeze my eyes shut and remind myself that I was safe. That nothing bad was going to happen.

"So," Jungkook said, leaning forward, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "what's next? More drinks? Truth or dare? I want to make things interesting."

"Let's not get too wild," Sam warned, though the curiosity in her smirk betrayed her. "We've got enough chaos in our lives. Don't think we need any more drama."

"True," Jungkook agreed, his grin softening. "But hey, we might as well have fun while we can. Those bastards will be back eventually."

Sam's expression shifted, a playful glint in her eyes. "How about a round of 'Devil's Lie'? Ever played, Yoongi?"

I raised an eyebrow, the corner of my mouth twitching despite myself. "Who hasn't? Are you sure you're ready to lose?"

Sam laughed, leaning in so close I could feel her breath. "Try me," she challenged.

Jungkook let out a playful hoot. He'd always said he wanted Sam and me to end up together, something about "eternal happiness" for his only friends. Sam and I just laughed it off. She didn't do the whole marriage and kids thing, and I was perfectly happy without any strings attached.

Jungkook tilted his head toward the house. "Hang on. I'll go see if Momma Park has a deck lying around." He disappeared inside, leaving Sam and me in the warm night air.

A moment later, Jungkook returned, holding a slightly battered deck of cards in one hand, a triumphant grin on his face.

Sam helped me over to the small table on the porch. I could see it was a shade of a mid-tone grey, but the design—a dark shape curled up on itself—was still a bit blurry. I settled into a chair, trying not to cringe as Sam's chair dragged loudly against the wood.

"Alright, game refresher," Jungkook announced, setting the cards on the table. "The rules are simple: play a card face down and say what it is. If no one calls your bluff, the game moves on. If someone thinks you're lying and they're right, you drink. If you're telling the truth and they call you out, they drink. First to lose all their cards wins."

Sam's eyes lit up as she grabbed her drink. "Finally, a game I was born to win."

I smirked, picking up my bottle. "We'll see about that."

Jungkook shuffled the cards with surprising dexterity, then dealt them out. "Let's make it interesting," he added, grinning. "Every round starts with 'I bet the Devil,' because why not?"

Sam leaned forward, her grin mischievous. "Oh, this is going to get ugly."

Jungkook went first, laying down a card. "I bet the Devil... this is a seven of spades. Also, I had a crush on a teacher once."

Sam groaned. "Seriously? That's your big confession?"

"I think he's lying about the card," I interjected, squinting at him.

Jungkook turned it over with a flourish—it was a seven of spades. "Drink up, Yoongi."

I groaned as Sam burst out laughing. "I'm going to be so bad at this. I can't see your faces that well without the moonlight."

"I can get a lantern," Jungkook offered, but I shook my head.

Fire wasn’t as bad as direct sunlight, but my eyes were sensitive enough right now that it added some strain.

"I'll manage."

"My turn," Sam said, sliding a card down with theatrical flair. "I bet the Devil... this is a king of hearts. I've never been with a woman before."

I squinted at her, trying to gauge the truth. "The card's a lie," I said confidently. "And that story is complete bullshit, too."

She flipped it over—it was a king of hearts. "Nice try, Yoongi. Bottoms up!"

"What about the story?" Jungkook asked.

"Oh, a complete lie," Sam replied, already reaching for her drink.

Jungkook leaned back, watching us with a grin as I took a reluctant sip. "This is going better than I expected," he admitted, placing his next card. "I bet the Devil... this is an ace of clubs. And I never snuck out at night."

Sam snorted. "You're full of it. No one makes it to your age without sneaking out."

“Card?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Bullshit,” I said.

“Think he’s being honest about the card,” Sam waved me off.

Jungkook flipped the card over—it wasn't an ace. Sam cursed under her breath and took a long sip while Jungkook gave us a smug look. "Told you I've got a good poker face."

"Good boy," I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Mom's favorite," he shot back with a grin.

Jungkook had some of the brightest smiles I'd ever seen. The only flaw was his slightly too-long front teeth, but even that suited him. Namjoon's were a close second, but I didn't see him smile enough to compare.

I wished I could see him smile more. He was always so... compelling.

The night carried on like that—the game quickly evolving from simple bluffs to playful confessions and outright ridiculous lies. By the end, we were leaning into each other, laughing so hard that tears pricked at the corners of our eyes. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough for now.

The dim light filtering through the tavern's grimy windows felt like tiny knives stabbing at my eyes, even from where I was tucked away in the corner. Without sunglasses, stepping into full daylight wasn't even an option—the pain just wasn't worth it. I hunched over my excuse for breakfast: rubbery eggs and toast so dry it could double as a coaster. Hunger insisted I try, but every bite tasted like last night—greasy, regretful, and tinged with the bitterness of too much ale and too little honesty.

I pushed the plate aside with a metallic scrape, wincing at how sharp the sound was. The murmur of voices around me tangled together, a blur of lives I wasn't part of, just out of reach. Conversations mixed into a static hum, like I was behind some invisible barrier, listening to a life that wasn't mine anymore.

The creak of the tavern door broke the monotony, a cool draft brushing past as it opened. Two voices followed—one light and easy, as familiar as home. Hoseok's laughter rang out, warm and effortless, undercut by Hyuna's softer chuckle. Their voices cut through the haze like sunlight piercing storm clouds.

"Mind if we join you?" Hoseok asked, his tone as laid-back as ever, though I could hear the weariness beneath it.

I gestured to the empty seats, managing a small smile. "Go ahead. Just a heads-up—the food's as bad as it looks."

"If Yala cooked it, I can imagine it's bad," Hyuna said, eyeing my plate with a smirk. "Greasy, stale, and questionable at best?"

"Pretty much," I muttered, pushing the plate farther away.

Hoseok chuckled, but the sound lacked its usual spark. "Hey, at least it's not rations out of a tin like the copiae are getting in the field. I'd take overcooked eggs any day."

We shared a weak laugh, but the moment was fleeting. The weight of everything we'd been through, the constant worry, crept back in—thick and heavy. Hoseok leaned back, his eyes drifting somewhere far away. "Bridd saved my life in that last battle," he said quietly. "I don't even know how, but she did. I keep thinking... it should be me out there instead of her, alone."

Silence settled over us, broken only by the clinking of glasses and low murmurs from across the room. A pang shot through my chest, the reminder of Bridd's absence cutting deep. She'd been our anchor, the one who kept us steady. Without her, it felt like we were all just... floating.

"You miss her," I said softly, voicing what we all felt.

Hoseok nodded, his face tight with worry. "We all do. But Jimin's taking it the hardest. He's been beating himself up since that argument they had before she left. This war... it's tearing us apart."

Hyuna's expression softened, her eyes distant. "I keep thinking I should've said something to her, thanked her for everything. But I didn't. None of us did, really."

"We didn't either. Barely saw her after she woke up," I swallowed, my voice rough. "She's the heart of our families, and I don't think she ever realized how much she held us together."

Hoseok's hand rested on the table, his fingers tapping lightly. "I can't even imagine what it'd be like if she doesn't come back. Jimin's trying to act strong, but he's falling apart."

"He's been so distant lately," I murmured. "He doesn't know who he is without her anymore."

"Namjoon's been keeping him company," Hyuna nodded, her voice quiet. "He's hardly around here anymore. Only talks to people when he has to."

"I've been trying to keep an eye on him," Hoseok muttered. "He's easy to find—training, Bridd's place, or scouting. He's here all day, then slips away when things get quiet to spend time at her house. He's been fixing it up."

That brought a small grin to my face. It was nice to think it'd be ready for her when she got back. Unless, of course, something happened to it again. I doubted the elves would bother returning to the clearing. The witches who'd gone to Clarcton to find family said everyone thought Y/N was dead when they found her cottage destroyed and 'the Bird' gone.

We didn't correct them until they were back in Foxglove. Y/N's whereabouts were classified now.

"I'm worried he might hurt himself if something happens to her," Hyuna whispered.

"He might, even if he doesn't know," Hoseok replied. "We're not meant to be apart from our mates for this long. He must be going insane."

Their words echoed the fears I'd been trying to bury. I clenched my fists under the table, feeling the rough wood grain beneath my fingers, focusing on the tavern's hum of voices and clinking glasses. Out there, life went on, uninterrupted. But here, in our little corner, everything felt like it was standing still.

Whether we liked it or not, the three of us would be on the front lines.

And everyone knew I might not make it.

No one wanted to admit it.

Hoseok broke the silence with a sigh. "Yoongi," he said quietly, "have you thought about what happens after all this? After the war?"

The question hit me harder than I expected. Survival had become everything—the only thing. Thinking beyond it felt strange. I wasn't sure I'd see the end of it. With my eyesight the way it was, I felt weak, at a major disadvantage. Magic was helpful, but without the confidence to use it, it was useless.

Most of my spells fizzled out lately, and I was too frustrated and upset to keep trying.

"I know with your eyes, fighting might be tough," Hoseok continued, not noticing how still I'd become. "I'd understand if you wanted to stay back, maybe help out at the palace with Sol. She's a bit immature at times, but she's a sweet girl. You'd be good for her."

I stopped listening.

I couldn't be stuck on the sidelines. I wasn't meant to be there. I was a strong fighter—the best at night by a long shot. Jin might have more brute strength, his energy electric and full of fire, but I was just as deadly.

I could make the ground split in two. I could turn blades of grass into vines strong enough to break steel. I could summon a hurricane with a whisper. I could do so many things if they'd let me.

If I could let myself.

Then the sound of screaming rushed in my ears, and a cold sweat broke out across my skin.

I needed air.

I managed to get outside, bumping into a few chairs and tables on the way. The cool breeze hit my face, and I leaned back against the weathered wall, letting the cold ground me. It cut through the fog in my head, the chilly morning a relief from the tavern's stuffiness.

The smell of blood and ash had filled the air, screams and the clash of steel blurring together. I remembered the weight of their stares, how hard it was to breathe, the sharpness of their blades. The elves had charged us swiftly, mercilessly. I'd fought, felt the sting of cuts I barely noticed through the adrenaline. I could still see the glow of that elf's purple eyes as he reached out and covered my face. And then, in one blinding moment, all I felt was searing, burning pain.

I had bested him in the end, but fighting after that had been nearly impossible. The only reason I'd been able to call out to Y/N was because things hadn't gotten as bad as they eventually would. While I was in the palace with Enver and Namjoon, everything went black. The small bit of vision I'd recovered was thanks to the countless healing spells everyone had tried on me.

I met Sam during that time—when everything was blurry and upside down. She told everyone the "shining" had its advantages, but that my body needed to heal on its own. Not many survive the initial burning, she'd said, and we'd have to wait and see what became of me. It took months for the full effects to settle in, but she could already tell my vision was adjusting to the dark. Each day, my eyes became more metallic, turning silver as they healed. She said the grayscale was a good thing.

I didn't believe her. Not at all.

Sam befriended me out of some morbid curiosity about what would happen to the little witch who survived elf magic. Now, she wanted to sleep with me. Quietus were strange creatures, but I'd come to adore Sam and all her odd quirks.

"Yoongi?"

I turned, steadying myself against the rough wall. Hoseok's footsteps were careful, like he didn't want to startle me. I hadn't even heard him come outside.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, concern threading through his words.

"I just... needed a minute." I tried to keep my voice steady. "I'm easily overwhelmed lately. Apologize to Hyuna for me. That was really rude."

Hoseok was silent for a moment, then I felt his hand on my shoulder—warm and grounding. "We're all carrying more than we should," he said gently. "You can talk to me. Maybe it'll help. What does it feel like?"

A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "What are you referring to? My eyes or the nightmares?"

"The nightmares." His voice softened. "I know enough about your condition. I just want to know about you right now."

I shook my head, pushing my glasses further up my nose. The sun was bothering my eyes even more out here, but I barely noticed. Everything was too bright, too sharp.

"It feels like they never stop," I admitted. "Even when my eyes are open, they keep happening. Sometimes I don't know what's real anymore. It's... frightening."

Hoseok took a deep breath beside me. "Hyuna's been having the same issue," he said, leaning against the wall next to me. "Waking up screaming my name. When we got separated, she barely noticed, but seeing me hurt like that was horrible for her. Her friends died. Both of my parents died. It's been really hard."

I hadn't realized he'd lost his family. I knew his older sister was still around the village. The Jungs were good at covering their pain, it seemed. I reached out, my hands fumbling until they found his shoulder—maybe a bit too close to his neck, but he didn't pull away.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling his fingers brush against my hand before enveloping it. His hands were large and warm—scorching, almost. I didn't know how Y/N dealt with it; it felt like I might melt. "I didn't realize. I would have gone to the funeral."

He shook his head. "We couldn't have proper funerals for anyone. Too many bodies. They burned them and gave the ashes to Ji-woo. We're too afraid to display them right now. They could get destroyed in another fight."

"I can charm them," I blurted out. "Make the porcelain sturdier. I can't make it unbreakable—charming isn't really my specialty; that's Y/N's thing. But I'm good enough to give you some peace of mind."

"We'd appreciate that," Hoseok said, squeezing my hand. "Thank you."

Bridd's absence gnawed at me. If she were here, she'd promise Hoseok and anyone else with a vase of ashes that they'd never break again as soon as she got her hands on them. Funny—we used to tease her and Wendy for struggling with defensive magic. Wendy said she didn't believe in violence but knew enough to defend herself if needed. Y/N was even less into it, but she was so resourceful she scared even the best fighters among us.

I'd never seen someone make fire so quickly and easily before. A natural talent, my mother had said. It was her only truly offensive attack, but even I could admit her protective spells were where she truly shined. Healing, shields, and all the strange and whimsical spells she made up to escape quickly and quietly—they were fascinating.

My heart felt heavier.

"What happened between Bridd and Jimin?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. It was a question that had haunted me since she left.

We all knew the gist: an argument that got out of hand, and Y/N had a really bad day. She left in a flurry of emotions and disappeared. Many of us were quick to blame Jimin for her leaving, but when details about Sol being the catalyst emerged, that blame shifted.

I felt bad for the girl. She didn't think Y/N would run off and hurt herself. I understood she was trying, in some ways, to get her to stay by making sure the one person who could convince her not to go was extremely against the whole idea. Unfortunately, she didn't know my friend all that well and ended up sending her packing even sooner than planned.

Sol was a child. Eighteen was barely an adult, and she'd been pampered and treated like a princess her entire life. What did anyone expect? For her to be mature and handle things like a seasoned warrior? Not likely. Especially not when she had such a sweet and bubbly husband like Taehyung, who just wanted to please her.

They still were hardly speaking.

Hoseok sighed heavily. "It's complicated," he said. "They argued about Sol, about her leaving. Bridd was trying to protect him, and Jimin pushed for answers. Things got heated, and they both said things they regretted. But Jimin..." He paused, his voice dropping. "He's a mess without her. Regret doesn't even cover it."

"I know. I guess I'm just trying to figure out what everyone is doing about the elves. Thelma hasn't been very helpful."

"The council meets daily, but we can't get on the same page. Namjoon, Jungkook, and I are doing most of the talking. Jimin's making hundreds of war plans for every scenario you could think of. There are so many maps in that room. Bo and Kim are trying to ease the minds of the older folks. Taehyung is shockingly level-headed, working with Jimin to iron out details."

"And Sol? Is she just hiding while we pick up the pieces?" I couldn't help the sharpness in my voice.

No one had seen the Luna since her wedding. It wasn't a good look, and when we heard about Jungkook being her personal guard through all this, we nearly stormed the palace to demand why she thought she deserved special treatment. Heji had calmed us down, but dissent for Sol spread through the village like wildfire.

Hoseok's grip tightened on my hand. "It's not that simple, Yoongi. They're keeping a close eye on her in the palace. She's trying to keep her family safe and deal with everything she's set in motion."

"That doesn't excuse her," I snapped, anger spilling over. "It doesn't excuse any of this. We're out here fighting while she sits behind walls. And Y/N..." My voice cracked, the ache in my chest almost too much to bear.

"Yoongi." Hoseok's voice was firm, cutting through my anger. "We're all in this mess, every one of us. The girl is having a mental breakdown in there. She can't even get out of bed anymore. Taehyung won't speak to her, and she's miserable. She tried... harming herself a few days ago, and now they have guards watching her around the clock. Blaming Sol won't bring Bridd back or make this any easier."

"I know." The anger faded, leaving only emptiness behind. "But it feels like everything's falling apart, and I'm completely useless. You know no one expects me to survive the next fight."

Hoseok let go of my hand, and I dropped mine from his shoulder. I could see his silhouette leaning back against the wall beside me. The light made everything an overwhelming flood of white and gold, edges blurring and details lost in the glare. I hoped I would find something better than these stupid human inventions with time.

The edges allowed sunlight in depending on which way my head turned and the coating on them wasn’t as dark and thick as I would have liked. Yet another thing Y/N would have figured out how to fix. She had the most creative spell ideas out of everyone I had ever met.

She might have even been able to find a way to get my eyes back to normal given enough time.

"You're stronger than you think," Hoseok said gently. "You made it through that battle. You're still here, and that means something, even if it doesn't feel like it right now."

“I’m here for now,” I rebuttal, unhappily.

“You heard Samanya, sooner or later your eyes will be better than any of ours at night. Then, you’ll be the most useful person in the entire village.”

“Sure.”

The street around us was still, the morning quiet making me far more unnerved. Birds did not chirp anymore. Most of the deer were in hiding. Insects and the occasional frog were the only sounds. At that moment, it felt like we were in a bubble, the noise and weight of the war held at bay just for a second.

“Is Sol alright?” I asked.

“Doing better,” Hoseok huffed. “She’s not really sure what she’s supposed to be doing, and no one is willing to let her help with anything now. Bo isn’t letting her in on any of the war meetings, Namjoon’s father thinks she’s too stupid and frail to be any help, and I think Tae’s just too overwhelmed and overloaded to step in between them.”

“Still not talking?” I asked.

Hoseok shook his head. “He talked to her last night, and he’s been trying to spend more time with her, but Sol’s not being very receptive to him right now. Koda has been with her mostly, and she said Sol hasn’t eaten or spoken for days. Weeks if you want to count her just sipping on water and force feeding herself crackers and bread. She looks horrible.”

“And Taehyung?”

“Worried,” Hoseok cleared his throat. “Sorry, I have a cough. He’s just spread too thin right now, and no one is being very helpful. Jimin, maybe, but he’s too distracted to really give much advice. It’s why I think you going and being around Sol might help.”

I laughed, “And why would I be the ultimate solution to all of their problems?”

“Because you’re nice, and Sol needs a friend.”

I shook my head. The thought of spending time with the girl who was the reason my best friend left was not appealing to me, but I did understand where Hoseok was coming from. Even if I did not particularly care for her, it wasn’t nice to hear that she had attempted to take her own life. No one should feel like that is their only option.

Maybe I will stop by one of these days. See if I could get the girl a decent meal. Gods knows she was already skinny enough before. Has to be practically wasting away now.

I heard the tavern door open and slam shut. Heavy footsteps fell and were coming for the two of us. A good guess was that it was Hyuna. Peeking over Hoseok’s shoulder, I saw his wife.

She was tall and slim, just as skin and bones as her husband, with long hair. I remember meeting her once or twice before, but couldn’t remember the color of her hair. It was brown, not too light or dark, but that was all. Her skin was dark, the color reminded me of a bronze-gold Viola. She was pretty. I remember thinking she was pretty.

Right now, she just looked like a stick figure drawn in ink that was smudged with the side of a hand.

Hyuna’s voice broke the silence as she joined us, her tone steady and sure. “Are you alright?” Her hand found mine, warm and solid. “You looked shaken up.”

I swallowed hard, nodding as some of the tightness in my chest eased. “I’m alright, Hyuna,” I said, my voice thick. “Just a few things I’d rather not think about.”

“I have those, too,” she replied, her eyes kind.

The morning air was crisp and biting, but with my friends beside me, I felt a spark of warmth, a small flicker of hope breaking through the shadows. We’d lost so much, and there was still more to face, but standing there, I felt like maybe we had enough to hold on to.

“Come here, baby,” Hoseok muttered, grabbing hold of his wife. Hyuna melted into his side. He looked back at me. “We need to get back to the palace. Hyuna’s scheduled to watch Sol in an hour and I need to get back to the council room before Jimin rips Bo’s head off.”

“No problem, man.”

“Will you be alright?” Hyuna asked.

“Always am,” I replied.

They each gave me a small hug before heading off towards the palace.

I leaned against the cold, rough wall of the building, trying to catch my breath as my mind spiraled through everything weighing on us—the war, the losses, the unknowns stretching out like an endless road. I closed my eyes, hoping for a moment of peace, but the darkness clung to me, seeping into every corner of my mind.

The sound of footsteps pulled me back to reality. I turned toward them, and a flicker of relief went through me when I saw Sam and Jungkook. I couldn't see if they looked as rough as I did, but it didn’t really matter to me. We had fun last night and I felt bad for possibly ruining that light atmosphere we’d been able to hold onto for a few hours. Hoseok and Hyuna had most likely run into them on their way out. It was the only way either of them would have known I was here.

“Hey,” Sam said, her voice soft. “You okay?”

I forced a small smile, though it felt like it could break at any second. “Just needed some air,” I replied, my voice sounding as worn out as I felt. “How about you two? Holding up?”

Jungkook shrugged, his jaw tight, his usual spark dimmed. “Same as everyone else, I guess. Just… trying to make sense of it. Hangovers don't mix well with war meetings. Happy Jung is relieving me. I hate seeing my cousin like that.”

Sam took a small step closer. “Hyuna told us you were here,” she said gently, her voice carrying the same sadness that weighed on all of us. “She told me what happened. Are you sure you’re alright? She made it seem like you freaked out.”

I swallowed, the ache in my chest tightening. “Yeah,” I managed, barely above a whisper. “I’m just… everyone keeps talking about Bridd, and it brings back a lot of memories. I hate that she’s not here right now. The witches aren’t united and nothing is getting done. I’m pissed off and sad.”

The three of us stood there, caught in a silence heavy with grief. Y/N had been more than just a friend to me—she’d been my anchor, hope, and strength when I needed it most. And now, that strength was gone. She had made me feel like I was worth something. Like I could be something more than a conquest. She was the only person that we grew up with who made me feel like I was more than just a piece of meat. Nixie and Delta had been helpful as well, but the romance always left room for doubt in my mind. With Y/N I knew she just really loved and cared about me with or without strings attached.

She was like that with all of us. The most well-respected and adored little witch as far as the eye could see. And we all knew it. Jin, Wendy, our families, and the little witches—big and small—were all aware of the gaping hole we kept avoiding talking about. We needed her here right now, and nothing Thelma or anyone else did could change that fact.

The fact that Enver and Thelma might have known she would leave prior to any of this happening made my stomach churn uncomfortably.

“Have I ever told you I talked to Jin before?” Sam finally broke the silence.

“No,” My face scrunched up. “Why would you do that?”

“It was back when your vision was at its worst. Before Bridd even woke up.”

“Oh,” I said back, dumbly. Jin never acted like he even knew Sam existed half the time. The fact that he’d spoken with her at all was news to me. Wendy couldn’t have known about it. She would have told me. She wouldn’t have been able to help herself.

Wendy was bad with secrets. Jin, too.

Huh. Maybe I didn’t know him as well as I thought I had.

“What’d he say?” I asked.

“I told him I was worried about what would happen to everyone if she never woke up,” Sam’s voice was like butter. “That hope within your people would die out as quickly as it went in. He told me that Bridd used to say hope was like a stubborn weed. You could try to pull it out as many times as you wanted, but it would always come back, even stronger.” She let out a soft laugh, more sad than happy. “She woke up, of course. The whole conversation didn’t really mean much of anything afterwards, but I can’t help but think about that sometimes. Because she was right. You could see how defeated she was—her eyes couldn’t lie, but she still clung to the hope of finding something better and bringing it back. An impossible task and she looked at it with nothing but mild annoyance and disdain.”

Sam laughed in disbelief. “And then she went off on her own like a fucking lunatic. She left this place thinking that her fiancé hated her, her friends betrayed her, and that she would die out there one way or another—and she still went. She wanted all of us to live even if she died. She had hope that she’d make it far enough to find Naida and whatever happened after didn’t matter.”

“She believed in that hope, even when we couldn’t,” Jungkook added, his voice raw. “She made us believe, too.”

I nodded, the sharp ache of missing her settling deep. “She wouldn’t want us to give up,” I said, feeling the truth of it in my bones. “She fought for this—for us. I can’t let her down.”

Sam reached out, her hand resting on my shoulder, grounding me. “Your friend is as crazy as Queen Terra was, and that woman stood tall against the elves. A mass genocide and she was still screaming. That’s what your girl is doing, and we will be doing the same.”

Jungkook moved closer, placing his hand on my other shoulder, his grip strong. “For Bridd,” he said, his voice filled with quiet determination, “and for everyone we’ve lost.”

Bridd had given everything she had to protect us, to stand for something bigger than herself. And even though she was gone, her spirit lived on in us, in the bonds we shared, in the strength that kept us going. The road ahead was dark, full of uncertainty, but we’d walk it together.

As the sun slowly rose, casting light across the worn cobblestones, I felt a hint of warmth—a reminder that dawn always comes after the darkest nights. We couldn’t change the past or erase what we’d lost, but we could honor Bridd’s memory by holding onto hope and fighting on. She’d left us with that much: a spark of resilience even in the deepest dark.

“For Bridd,” I murmured.

And for once, the light didn’t bother me so much.

I stood by the river, watching as the last of the sunlight hit the water. The river sparkled, flowing east where it would inevitably end up in the Talay Ocean. Around me, the sky was deepening. I had never realized how much I had taken sunsets for granted until I could no longer watch the colors swirl together. It was twilight now, and the sky would be streaked with crimson and plum. Sunsets this close to the water were always the most beautiful.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to reach for my magic. It used to come so easily, just a flick of my wrist, a thought. But now, it felt like pulling teeth. The light that once danced at my fingertips was nothing more than a weak spark, flickering out before it even formed. Frustration twisted in my chest, sharp and tight.

Nothing really was the same anymore.

Clashing metal, the roar of flames, blood, wolves at my feet, swirling smoke clouding my vision, white hair, violet eyes, burning, and then the screaming.

Always the screaming.

I tried to shake off the memory, forcing myself to focus on the gentle sounds of the river. It was a futile distraction at best. Bridd’s face surfaced in my mind, and I felt the sting of her absence all over again. I could almost hear Jin’s laughter, taunting me with each failure, each flicker of magic that sputtered out.

“Not so hot now, Min,” his voice was distorted and dripping with more malice than my friend was capable of.

I clenched my fists, trying to channel the frustration into something useful—anything that might remind me I hadn’t lost myself entirely. I flicked my wrist. Nothing came.

“Come on,” I muttered under my breath. “You can do this.” But all I got were a few faint sparks that faded into nothing. Every failure widened the hollow ache inside, gnawing at my resolve.

The riverbank was too quiet. I wondered if it was as lonely as I was. I groaned, kicking my feet and connecting with a few stray rocks. The sun had finally set, and I ripped the stupid glasses off my face. With each passing day, things became clearer. Tonight, the lines were sharper, and the details between the trees a bit more noticeable. Of course, still no color had come back. Cadoc said it most likely never would.

Tears welled up in my eyes. My entire chest tightened with all the frustration, anger, and hopelessness I felt deep within me. I was a failure. I was nothing. I was...

I wished someone was there to break me out of my own head for a while.

A rustling in the bushes made me jump, my body tensing instinctively. But it was only a bird, flapping away, leaving me alone again. I sighed, looking up at the sky. At least I could make out the stars again. I looked around, hoping to find Scorpius.

I found it tucked away, forming a ‘J.’ I smiled. Antares was the easiest to spot, a faintly red and brightly lit star. The only thing that could rival the other star called Mars. I was not sure how they got their names, or when, but it was interesting to look at them all. This, at least, I could still do.

“Today is a new day,” I mumbled, tearing my eyes away from the sky.

I tried the spell again, but again, nothing happened. Again. A faint spark. All I wanted to do was a very simple, very basic electricity spell. Each failed attempt felt like a punch to the gut. I hated being reduced to this weak and pathetic state where the very thing I was born to do felt impossible.

I flicked my wrist. “Leohtfæt.”

A white-hot bolt shot out, but instead of flicking out like it should have, it exploded in a small burst just after leaving the tip of my index finger. I shouted, pain shooting through my arm. A murder of crows flew up from the surrounding trees in a flurry. None of them made a sound.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I let out a shout—raw and loud, breaking the quiet. I kicked at the dirt, wishing I could do something—anything—to shake this feeling. I was in a cage, a small songbird, and I couldn’t figure out why I wanted to sing anymore. Beside me, the river kept flowing, steady and indifferent. I stood beside it, stuck.

“Get it together,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re stronger than this.”

I didn’t believe myself.

I took a few steps back from the river’s edge until I felt the solid ground under my feet. It felt more reassuring than the wet mud had. My magic was still somewhere inside of me; I just needed to shake off the fear and regroup. I was able to make a bolt.

It blew up in my face, but it was more than I’d been able to do in a few weeks.

The river glowed underneath the moonlight, the world around me softening, muted. I leaned against a twisted tree, still caught up in the mess of my own frustration, when I heard her voice.

“Yoongi?” Sam called out.

It was soft, like she wasn’t sure if she should interrupt. I turned toward the sound and was struck by how much clearer she looked tonight. Her hair cascaded down her back, dark and perfectly straight, and she was wearing some kind of loose-fitting dress. I had never been able to see her features so clearly before. Bathed in a gentle, dream-like glow, she stood out against the trees like some sort of goddess.

Humans might even mistake her for one of their angels.

“I thought I might find you here.”

I tried to smile, though it probably looked tired. “Hey,” I said, my voice as worn as I felt. “Didn’t realize I’d been out here that long.”

Her footsteps were soft as she came closer. She was taking great care not to startle me. Footsteps and loud noises sometimes brought me back, and I’d be unable to speak for a few minutes. Her lips were pulled down into a half-frown. They were plump and full, and I rejoiced in being able to know that about her.

Such a far cry from a few days before on Mi-Jeong’s back porch.

“I just came from Jimin’s. He’s... well, he’s managing. Sort of,” she said quietly. “Namjoon and I kept him company for a while, but he ended up slipping out a few minutes ago.”

I swallowed, guilt biting deeper. “Is he alright?”

She hesitated, and I saw her shifting uncomfortably, searching for the right thing to say. I had never been able to see her squirm before. “Not really,” she admitted. “But he’s trying.” She found a rather large rock near the river’s edge and sat down. “Doesn’t sound like the magic training is going very well.”

I nodded, going over to sit beside her. She made room for me before leaning her head against my shoulder. Her small touches of affection were growing more common between us, but they did not bother me. In fact, I welcomed them. Even if I knew she had just been with Namjoon—I flushed as I thought of him—it never made me feel uncomfortable. If anything, it only made me want her beside me more.

It was almost like touching him.

“Nothing?” she asked, so gently that I almost wanted to cry.

“Yeah,” I said, lifting my hands. “I got a few sparks here and there, but it’s hit or miss. I need to start testing a few of the other simple spells and see if it’s just my defensive magic that’s clogged up.”

She didn’t speak right away. Her head stayed on my shoulder, and her hand came to claim one of my own. She pulled it down to rest in her lap. Her legs felt cold against my skin. Her thumb gently traced my knuckles.

“That’s better than before,” she said finally. “I think your body is still a bit afraid after what happened. Might be trying to keep you safe.”

Frustration spiked again, making my voice come out sharper than I intended. “It’s not that simple, Sam. Bodies don’t do that.”

She didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch. Instead, she squeezed my hand a little tighter. “No, it’s not simple. None of this is, but your body is far more complex than you think it is.”

I felt her lips against my neck. They were cold and wet. I shivered.

“It happened to me just after the Sarkan invasion,” she whispered in my ear. “I was a young girl, but I remember how afraid I was. I couldn’t do anything for years afterward. I felt just as human as the people who stole our land. So many of us were deeply affected.”

She sighed, shifting back to rest against my shoulder again. “I don’t think you’re all that different. King Castor, who wasn’t a king at the time, told us that our minds like to play tricks on us to protect themselves. Fear is the most powerful weapon in the universe. Have I ever told you about my time with the dragons?”

“No.”

She chuckled. “A story for another time, I suppose. They’re strong and brave people, but they understand much about the body that the rest of us don’t. His wife, Queen Affra, said she knew why iron hurt the fae people but no one ever believed her. It’s too long ago now to remember it, but I wish we’d taken them at their word sooner. It’s the only reason their numbers were able to recover so quickly after the end of the war.”

“I was always told it was because they fucked like rabbits.”

“Well, there’s that, too.”

We both shared a quiet laugh.

She slid her hand up my arm, her fingers tickling my skin, before she took hold of my bicep. “Being strong doesn’t mean you’re not scared,” she said. “It just means you keep going anyway.”

“Are you scared?” I asked, looking down at her face.

It was even easier to see it now. Her eyes were hooded, her nose too pointy and thin, and her face a perfect oval. She reminded me of a very beautiful fish. I leaned down and kissed her between her eyes. She hummed in contentment.

“More than I’ve ever been before.”

I swallowed, her honesty touching something deep inside me, a part of me I hadn’t let anyone near. “I don’t want to drag everyone down,” I said, my voice breaking.

“You’re not dragging anyone down,” she said, her voice fierce, eyes blazing. “Not me, at least. You matter, Yoongi. More than you even realize.”

Something warm flickered in my chest. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you have to carry me.”

She kissed my cheek this time. “I care about you, Yoongi,” she said. It sounded like a promise. “And that’s not something you get to decide for me. I’m not going anywhere.”

I let out a shaky breath.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

She smiled, and I wished that I knew what color her lips were. Were they like strawberries or the dusty roses in my mother’s garden in Clarcton? “You don’t need to thank me,” she said softly. “Just let me be here, okay?”

I nodded, and we let the silence settle around us. The river murmured, the leaves rustled above, and as night crept in, I felt the gentle hum of life moving forward. Faintly, the crickets were beginning to chirp.

The darkness wasn’t gone—it never really was. It still hovered there, the screams clinging to my mind. But with Sam’s hand in mine, something shifted, and I could vaguely see through the cracks in the trees. They weren't very big, but they were just enough to let a little light in. I took a deep breath, letting the cool night air settle me, and felt more sure of things than I had in a long time.

“You’re right,” I said quietly, my voice a little stronger. “I’m fucking terrified and I don’t know what to do with all of these feelings. I’m so lost and scared, Sam.”

“One step at a time, okay? You’ll figure it out eventually.”

I nodded, feeling gratitude I couldn’t put into words.

After a moment, Sam’s tone shifted, her voice taking on that playful edge I’d come to know and love. Did I love Sam? I couldn’t be in love with her, but I guess I did feel something akin to love. “So, I’ve got some gossip for you,” she said.

My curiosity sparked, tugging me out of the heavy thoughts weighing me down. Shifting, I bent over. Sam giggled childishly. I dipped my fingers into the river, feeling the cool water wash over them, and the residual ache from the spell was gone. I heard her shuffling around until she leaned in beside me, her warmth pushing back against the chill of the night.

Sam wasn’t as warm as me, and nowhere near as warm as the wolves, but I expected an air elemental to be freezing. She said when she “merged.” That’s what they called it when they became more air than solid. Merging with the atmosphere, or whatever Cadoc had said.

I rarely spoke with him, and when I did, I didn’t pay attention. He was nice enough, but boring to converse with. Sam said he wasn’t around much anymore since he was the official diplomat between Queen Nerezza and the Elder Council. Lorcan was their link with General Drystan, and Sam was Jarisa’s, the King’s Consort’s, closest friend. A few other quietus had joined us here in Foxglove, but they were the least experienced warriors they had. From what Sam told me, her king and queen were still wary of working closely with the wolves. Y/N fleeing only added to their suspicion. If she were able to come back with Naida or Khione with her, the rest of the quietus would come as well.

Where Naida went, it was far more likely for the fire dragons to come as well, though no one seemed particularly confident that would be the case. Fire elementals enjoyed keeping to themselves.

“What’s the tea?” I asked, my tone lighter.

“Turns out Ji-Hyun was the one who tipped Sol off about Bridd,” she said in a low, conspiratorial voice. “Taehyung only confirmed it when she backed him into a corner. She didn’t really believe him until then, but whatever he told her is what she must have told Jimin. I’ve met with Taehyung a few times and he seems too sweet to make up lies.”

“Why would he do that?” I muttered, not really expecting an answer that would make any of this better. “I’ve never understood his disdain for Y/N. No one she’s ever met has disliked her so quickly, and even if they did, they’d get over it once they talked to her. She’s quite likable once you get past the quick temper and awkwardness.”

Sam leaned in closer, her breath warm against the cool air. “Lorcan overheard Ji-Hyun arguing with his wife,” she whispered. “Ji-Hyun’s best friend died in the siege, and he blames your little bird for not warning them. He just assumed the worst from the beginning, and he’s too stubborn to squash the beef. He’s angry, Yoongi, and telling Sol was his way of lashing out.”

I clenched my jaw, feeling bitterness rise. Ji-Hyun’s grudge was like poison, and his need for revenge was threatening to tear apart everything we’d fought so hard to hold together. “Great,” I muttered sarcastically. “Just what we need. Another reason for everyone to turn on each other.”

Sam sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Exactly. Everyone’s already on edge, and Lorcan thinks Jimin doesn’t know yet. He’s been around his brother too often for him to think he went behind his back in that way.”

I stared out at the river, watching the water flow. I could picture Jimin’s face once he learned the whole truth of things—the anger that would rise up in him, fierce and unchecked. “If Jimin finds out,” I whispered, the weight of it settling on my chest, “it wouldn’t surprise me if he killed Ji-Hyun. And that would be the end of whatever stability we have left.”

“That’s why we can’t let it get to that point,” Sam said, her voice sharper now. “We have to handle this carefully. One wrong move, and everything could fall apart.”

I let out a long breath. “But what can we really do, Sam? The Parks aren’t exactly known for subtlety, and Ji-Hyun just has to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and he’ll have to deal with Jimin and whoever else feels some type of way about Y/N leaving.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her tone softening. “But we can watch, we can listen, and we can wait. If the opportunity presents itself, we’ll talk to him. Unfortunately, this is the smallest little village I’ve ever been to, and I doubt anyone can keep their mouths shut for that long. Wouldn’t surprise me if he already knew and was just saving face.”

I turned toward her. “It would explain why he’s staying away from his mom’s house.”

She nudged my shoulder, a smile clear in her voice. “Look at you being smart.”

A real smile crept onto my face. “No one’s ever liked me for my rugged good looks.”

“Well, then it’s a good thing you have both, Mr. Min.”

After a beat, I snapped out of the lovestruck, dumb, idiot stare I was in. Was I in love with Sam? No, Yoongi, you’re just infatuated with a girl who’s being nice to you. Not rocket science.

“So he’s punishing Y/N for something she couldn’t control?” I shook my head. “If you haven’t noticed, my jaw is still firmly in place.”

Sam nodded, her expression hardening. “Yeah, but he’s misjudged how this will play out. Callisto isn’t taking it lightly either. If she finds out about Ji-Hyun’s involvement, things could get… ugly.”

That made me laugh. “If there’s anything that girl can do, it’s shit-talk with the best of them. I miss having her at the house.”

“One of the more entertaining people I’ve met here,” Sam agreed. “The other morning she called Namjoon an ‘absolute walnut.’ And then when Ji-Hyun laughed, she made the funniest faux-surprised face I have ever seen and shouted, ‘Oh my God! It Speaks!’ Lorcan and I were cracking up.”

“Damn spitfire,” I chuckled.

“You’d think she was a dragon the way she talks to these wolves.”

“Brave little human.”

“Brave, indeed.”

The evening deepened, stars twinkling brightly above us. It was quieter than usual. The crickets were a small hum in the background, and the frogs were giving us some space. The birds were in the trees, sitting silently and watching. I wondered if Jin and his family had spoken with them. We’d know when something was nearby that way. It would be smart strategizing. I’d talk to my mother about that and see what she knew.

Maybe I could go with Thelma and see what I could do to help. Being Sol’s babysitter popped up in my head, but it didn’t feel like it would be much help. I glanced at Sam and felt my heart melting.

She really was the most important thing in my life right now.

“Thanks, Sam,” I murmured, my voice catching as I looked away. It didn’t feel like enough, but I meant it. “For sticking with me through all of this.”

She gave the back of my head a gentle peck. “No need to thank me, baby,” she said, her voice as steady as ever. “We’re in this together. Besides,” she added, a little smile creeping into her tone, “you’re the only thing that makes me want to come back to this shitty little village anymore. Honestly, I would have only come to see Joon and leave. Leave Cadoc to do all of the bureaucratic bullshit.”

A laugh escaped me, breaking through the quiet. “So we balance each other out, huh? Fire and ice?”

“Fire and ice,” she echoed, her eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of mischief. “But honestly, I think you’re more earth, and I’m made from… you know, air.”

“Smart ass.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

And I did.

I stared into my drink, the amber liquid swirling in slow circles, like it was trying to keep up with the chaos in my mind. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was still there, still in that battle, still surrounded by everyone I loved. But it wasn’t real, it never had been. It was just a nightmare.

In my dream, I was the last one standing. Everyone else had fallen—one by one—until it was just me, surrounded by their bodies, faces twisted in pain, fading into the smoke and ash. I’d thought I could protect them, thought I could stop the inevitable. But then the elves charged, all of them, eyes cold and faces unforgiving. I fought, I fought until my muscles gave out, but it was no use. Alone, I couldn’t stop them. And I couldn’t save the people who mattered most.

I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to remember how I felt, standing there with my sword in my hand, a useless piece of steel against the weight of the world. But it kept creeping back into my mind, dragging me back into the nightmare, every little detail too vivid, too real. I didn’t know how long I’d been walking, but somehow, my feet had carried me to the tavern in the middle of the night. The place was dark, almost empty, just the kind of place I could lose myself in.

I ordered a drink. And then another. And another. The whiskey burned going down, but it didn’t burn enough to erase the feeling of emptiness in my chest. The same emptiness that had been there in the dream, the same cold weight of knowing I was the only one left.

The tavern was its usual self—a loud, dim blur of voices and clinking glasses, the smell of stale beer hanging in the air. But none of it mattered. I could barely hear it over the pounding in my head. The world outside seemed far away, like I was in a different place entirely, a place where none of it had ever happened, where I hadn’t failed them all.

I watched the glass in my hand, the whiskey still swirling in lazy circles. No matter how much I drank, it wouldn’t stop the dream from coming back. It wouldn’t bring them back. It wouldn’t fix what was broken inside me.

Then the door swung open, and a familiar laugh sliced through the noise, grating and sharp. I glanced up to see Ji-Hyun stepping into the dim light, his mouth twisted into that smug, careless grin he always wore. He spotted me right away, and instead of looking the other way, like any decent person would, he headed straight for me. My chest tightened, and I could already feel my hand curling into a fist around my glass.

“Well, well, look who’s here,” he said, sliding onto the stool beside me without an invitation. “Didn’t expect to find you out, Yoongi.”

I forced the anger down, keeping my eyes on my drink. “I don’t expect to find you anywhere.”

Ji-Hyun laughed. “Cali keeps me on a tight leash, I’ll admit it. Got lucky tonight, though. She’s helping her momma knit some new clothes for the copiae, and I was able to sneak out.”

“Poor me.”

“I’m not that bad, hyung.”

The honorific was a surprise to me. As long as I had known the kid, he had been a walking dichotomy. Arrogant and condescending, but respectful and always keeping his manners. Still, he had never been quite as kind to the witches. I think our loyalty to Y/N didn’t make his life much easier, especially when his camp of dissenters quickly grew scarce and then disappeared altogether. He was the only person in town besides Bo who didn’t like Y/N, and even he sometimes was quick to criticize Bo’s more “ridiculous” reasoning for being so anti-Y/N.

Jealousy over someone else was petty. The death of a friend and three dozen village members was more than enough for Ji-Hyun’s open disgust at people like us who still loved her.

He was a very black-and-white thinker, and yet there was some space for nuance.

For example, he had never called me “Hyung” before, despite the fact that I’m three years older than him.

“No,” I took a sip of my drink. “You’re pretty fucking terrible.”

That only made him laugh harder. Had to admit, he looked a lot like his older brother when he did that.

“Only because you’re blinded by loyalty and I’m not,” he flagged down the bartender. “Not to Y/N at least. I am to my people, and I have a different opinion than everyone else.”

“Because you’re wrong.”

“No,” he stopped talking and gave Yala his order before turning back to me. “Think about it from my perspective. She saw the future, knew something bad was going to happen, and didn’t tell anyone but her loyalists. One of them being you. Don’t you see how that could piss off a guy?”

I had tried having this conversation with him before, but it had never gone this well. It was weird to think I’d thought this was going to be a fight. Maybe he was more like Jimin than I gave him credit for.

“She didn’t see the future,” I sighed, finishing off my glass. “Y/N can’t see the future. She was getting possessed by spirits who weren’t able to show her very much. It was vague, and she only told me because Thelma—the woman raising the real future-seer—came by and said something bad was coming. We should all be mad at Thelma if we’re using your metrics.”

“But she owed my brother that loyalty and respect, and she didn’t give it to him.”

Oh, that was fucking rich.

“You are such a fucking hypocrite,” I muttered, my voice low. I hoped he’d take the hint and leave, but he just laughed. “You don’t get to say shit like that and expect me to take you seriously.”

“Oh, I don’t?” He leaned in closer, his breath reeking of arrogance. “Last time I checked, I was free to say whatever I wanted. She wasn’t exactly the saint you all like to pretend she was.”

That was it. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I straightened up, turning to face him, letting all the anger I’d been holding back show. “You’re one to talk. You want to talk about loyalty and respect to your brother? It’s your fault this entire shitshow went to hell in the first place.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning back, completely unfazed. “Oh, please, don’t put that on me. What did I do, exactly?”

I clenched my jaw, struggling to keep calm. “You told Sol about Y/N’s plan after you snuck around like the dirty rat you are. You went behind your brother’s back and fed lies to the most immature and naive person in this entire village to lie about his fiancé. It’s your fault the story was twisted, your fault she ran to your brother, and you sat back like a coward and let it happen. If you were so fucking loyal to your brother, you would have understood that he loved that girl and you would have been there with him.”

Ji-Hyun snorted, a bitter laugh escaping him. “Oh, so now I’m responsible for her choices? Bridd wanted to play hero. She got what she deserved.”

“What about when everyone said that about Callisto?” Ji-Hyun looked surprised. “Yeah, I heard all about your girl getting beat up by a few of the wolves in town after you mated with her. And you know who helped you out? Jimin. You are no better than a bully, and you ganged up on a girl who gave up her entire life and future to help your people, and then because you’re so fucking entitled, and it wasn’t good enough for you, you decided to ruin your brother’s life just to get back at her? You think we didn’t lose people? Cordelia was like a second mother to Y/N when she was younger, and she had to find her dead body. She saved Hoseok’s life!”

“And none of that would have happened if she had said something.”

And then I snapped.

My fist connected with his jaw, and for a split second, everything felt right again. Like I was myself. Ji-Hyun stumbled back, eyes wide with surprise, but it didn't last. His face twisted with anger, and before I knew it, he grabbed my collar, his grip like iron. Then his fist met my cheek, and the world tilted. Pain exploded, but weirdly, it felt good to feel something.

The tavern erupted around us—shouts, scraping chairs, breaking glass—but it all faded into the background. All I could see was Ji-Hyun, and the anger that mirrored my own. The satisfaction of hitting him still buzzed under my skin. I wanted to swing again, to make him hurt like I was hurting.

Then someone yanked me back. Strong hands pulled me away, and I spun around, fists still clenched. It was Jimin. His eyes were hard, jaw set in that way that meant he was beyond mad. "That's enough," he said, his voice cutting through the noise. It wasn't loud, but it didn't need to be.

He held my gaze, and I felt something inside me crumble. Disappointment. That's what I saw in his eyes, and it stung more than Ji-Hyun's punch.

Ji-Hyun wiped blood from his lip, smirking. "Keep your little witch on a leash," he spat before turning and storming out. His words hung in the air, heavy and poisonous.

Jimin's grip on my arm loosened but didn't let go. "What are you doing?" he asked quietly. I didn't have an answer. Couldn't find words that made any sense.

I pulled away, my cheek throbbing, and headed back to the bar. The room spun a little, or maybe that was just me. I sank onto the stool, ignoring the bartender's wary glance. My drink was still there, so I took a long sip, letting the burn distract me.

The whispers started then. People pretending not to stare while definitely staring. Great. Just what I needed.

Ji-Hyun's words replayed in my head. He'd called me pathetic. Said she didn't care about me. No matter how much I tried to drown it out, it clung to me like smoke.

Bridd would've smacked me upside the head for that stunt. Told me to stop acting like an idiot. She always knew how to pull me back when I was spiraling. But she wasn't here.

I felt the weight of Jimin's gaze before I saw him. He stood a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, expression unreadable. Part of me wanted him to say something—to yell at me, to tell me I'd screwed up. But he just sighed and walked away, leaving me with my tangled thoughts.

I stared into my glass, the amber liquid swirling like a tiny storm. Maybe Ji-Hyun was right. Maybe I was pathetic. A witch without magic is just... nothing.

The noise of the tavern pressed in—laughter, clinking glasses, snippets of conversations. It was too much. I needed air.

I slipped off the stool, the floor tilting a bit under my feet. Ignoring the curious looks, I headed for the door and stepped out into the night.

The cool air hit me, and I sucked in a deep breath. The sky stretched out above, stars scattered like thrown confetti. I walked until the sounds from the tavern faded, finding a quiet spot near an old oak tree.

I sat down on the grass, leaning back against the rough bark. The ground was damp and cool, seeping through my clothes, but I didn't care. Tilting my head back, I gazed up at the stars. They were blurry around the edges, but constant. Unchanging.

I closed my eyes, the fatigue washing over me like a wave. The fight, the anger, the emptiness—it all felt distant now. Out here, under the vast sky, I could almost pretend that things were okay.

Sleep tugged at me, and for once, I didn't fight it. I let the darkness wrap around me, pulling me under. Just for a little while, I could escape.

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