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HOME

♬ : If My Heart Was A House - Owl City

“ if my heart was a house you’d be home “

synopsis: home is where the heart is, right?

people of interest: jeon jungkook, mentions of the rest of bangtan and IU

grenre: as soft as thinking about your crush/bias can be, but also mentions how your crush/bias can calm you down after a good cry :(

warnings: none

word count: 1k

To Jungkook, a lot of things were home, and a lot of the things connected to the word was not the house he lived in.

Actually, most were not.

What made something feel home to Jungkook was not simply a building or his bed, nor was it the Golden Closet or his dorm room he shared with his best friends, or his parents’ house in Busan.

What made something feel home to Jungkook wasn’t even the things he felt like he knew like the back of his hand. It wasn’t his hyungs’ voices or the dents and marks in the floor of their dance studio. It wasn’t even their dances that he knew by heart, nor was it the sound of his own voice echoing against the walls of an arena.

No, what made something feel like home to Jungkook was just that, what it made him feel.  

And what did home feel like? Home felt like a warm blanket over his cold, tired muscles and aching bones. Home felt like waking up one day and realise that it was his day off. Home felt like coming back home after months of touring, while home also felt like the moment he stepped out on stage in front of thousands.

Because at the same time as home was a warm feeling, it also seemed to awake the tiny butterflies in his gut. Home felt like calm, but it also felt like he needed more air than was in his vicinity. His home made his heart beat faster, but at the same time it was like it slowed it down. What felt like home gave him goosebumps, as if she was tracing her fingers along the bumps in his upper spine.

What felt like home to him made him dizzy, as if the world was spinning around him. On the other hand, maybe that was because he saw things more clearly, maybe he just felt the Earth’s spinning better. Maybe he had lived in obliviousness before her. It would make sense.

The thing was, that he didn’t need to be with her “IRL”, so to speak, to feel like this. One of her music videos worked just fine to calm his stressed, shaking fingers and to slow his breathing.

When he couldn’t hear her or see her, he felt a weird sense of homesickness trickling down his spine and tickling like electricity at the end of his fingertips. He would never be able to point it out as such, but when he thought about it further, it was definitely the closest he could get to naming the feeling. He felt as if he was missing something important, or like he had forgotten something. Be it an assignment or his phone, a time or a place. This time, the important thing had turned out to be a person he had never actually met. Could one even be homesick for a person? He didn’t know, but he sure felt it.

He was resting head on his folded arms on that desk of his where he had accomplished so much already, but right now that was not important. The most important thing to him was to get distracted. And to do that, he went home.

He was singing along with her, almost absentmindedly. He knew every word by heart, of course, and he had even memorized his self-made harmonies to each and every song, and that was what he was singing now. He sang quietly, even though the door was closed since a long time ago. No one had come by to check on him, and he was kind of thankful for that.

He looked closely at her face, how it changed with every clip and every word, and how her lips followed every syllable. Her voice made him warm on the inside, and he smiled. He knew she would never actually think of him and feel like home, but it was enough that he did. He had never actually spoken to her, a little because he never actually got the chance to, but most because he didn’t have the guts to. He felt like he was definitely out of her league, but he was fine with that being the case. A crush was enough for him. She could be his home without her knowing and it would be fine.

His crush on her was no surprise to his members and best friends. After all, she was beautiful, and she had an amazing singing voice. Considering Jungkook was a vocalist too, his members found it kind of adorable. They would like to tease him about his crush, but it would all be with good intentions. Hoseok would even send him videos and pictures of her when he came across them, even though Jungkook had already seen them most of the time.

So, when the MC had asked him the question a few days later, all his members already knew what his reply would be. They snuck glances at him in admiration, because even though they were all almost the same age, he was still the youngest, and his crush was, by a long shot, the most adorable.

He knew that the fans would like him to answer something very non-specific, yet specific enough to make them all fit the picture. Something like Jin’s “someone who is good at cooking” or Yoongi’s “someone who likes hip hop music”. What would be even better would be to say something that related to their songs, which would make the fans even more excited, much like Namjoon’s obsession with Converse.

But what it all was really about was to find someone who felt like home, wasn’t it? He had that. Even though she didn’t know it, he knew.

He felt his cheeks heat up slightly, and his inner debate on whether or not to say her name made his tongue shake slightly against the back of his teeth. Then he took a small breath and thought of home.

“My ideal type-” he started, and tried to hide the smile that slowly spread across his features, but to no avail,

“-it’s IU.”  

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how is it even possible for jungkook to even be more perfect? his voice? heaven? in fake love the beginning lines? fucking low as hell and makes me shiver from the intensity? his personality? so kind, so respectful always eager to learn new stuff! his laugh? a thousands angels singing! and like yes we all know that he keeps his body in shape but even his abs are perfect? his thighs? have you seen the lines of his muscles? everything seems so accurate and where it should be, like as if van gogh painted jungkook himself, he’s a fucking masterpiece, a piece of art, my everything, fuck i love him,…oh no.

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STUDIO

♬ : Best of Me - BTS

“ Even though you may be unaware, you’ve got the best of me ”

synopsis : there was a reason she was one of the few to be allowed inside the studio. though, for his image’s sake, he sorta hoped she hadn’t figured it out yet.

people of interest : optional!everything, apparently

genre : as soft as yoongi in a studio can be, or your producer!bias, if you’d like. or if you are a producer yourself, maybe? This turned out way more optional!everything than I expected. 

warnings : too soft? Maybe?

word count : 1k

a/n : So, I’m writing short stories here and there while I try to boost my creativity to write longer ones, and I thought I’d post them here so they don’t just end up gathering dust in my computer folders :’) Hope you enjoy!

There were three fans in the room, all one of a kind, really.

Two were warmer than the third, and they were fans of each other. The third was colder, and helped mixing the breaths of the other two in the dimly lit room. The breaths were slow, calm. Sometimes the breaths were accompanied by syllables and sounds; sounds of agreement, or of frustration.

“How’s this?”

The soft question was followed by an even softer touch on a few keys on his synth, and the air in the room was filled with music.

The other, who was laying on the couch in the studio, looked up at this. She listened intently, as if to make sure to pay attention to every single note by itself. She closed her eyes, as if to paint a picture on the back of her eyelids, every note a new stroke with her imaginary brush.

It wasn’t like she would actually have to think about if the melody was good enough or not. She was a fan of him, of course she was. And he was as much of a fan of her, which is why she was invited as his assisting pairs of ears in the first place. Of course she was.

He stopped moving his fingers over the keys, and waited for her to speak. He valued her input, even if he knew that she rarely had complaints.

“It’s great.”

The corner of his lips turned upward just the slightest bit as he turned back to the computer in front of him. His computer screen almost looked like a painting in itself. Maybe that was what his companion had painted. Pink, blue, green and orange bars stretched themselves across the screen on different levels, some shorter, some longer. He dragged his mouse along the desk and clicked on a red button before turning back to the synth. He played the melody again, and music once again filled the dimly lit studio. He played it exactly the same way as before, but his friend on the couch couldn’t help but feel like it was different, though only slightly. A little more confident? A little more relaxed, maybe? She didn’t know.

Her friend stopped moving his fingers over the synth and turned back to the computer again. He stopped the recording and cut the silent parts away. Then he opened another window and pulled a few strings back and forth, changed a few numbers here and there, making it even more perfect.

After he was happy with the sound, he called for her attention again.

“How’s this?”

She had watched him work with the clip, and now tore her eyes away to look up at his face.

As if she didn’t already sneak glances at him when she thought he wasn’t paying attention.

He knew.

He pressed play again, and the melody he had played on the synth just a moment ago sounded nothing like what he was playing for her now. What he had played for her earlier was a draft, a first attempt. Even if it sounded amazing already, this was something else. The silence that had only been broken with few-worded questions and lonely segments of what could be a song was now shattered with music.

His music was something else to her. She could listen to a hundred songs and probably still be able to point out which ones he had produced. Even without lyrics he seemed to tell a story between the guitar strings, express his innermost feelings in the bone white surfaces of the piano keys.

The music went on for barely a minute, but it felt like hours. For only a short moment the painting she had imagined came to life. The brush strokes were no longer in 2D on a flat canvas but were instead surrounding her like the wind. The walls around them seemed to change before her eyes in her mind. The two of them were no longer in the dimly lit room, but in one of the music he had created. For a mere minute she was getting a glimpse of his world, all captured in one minute of different notes and instruments.

She sat up to get a better look at the screen and felt a warm feeling spread from her heart and out into her fingertips and her toes. Even though he had really been the one to put it all together, he had invited her into his safe place, his little sanctuary, to see it all come to life.

She didn’t know it yet, but he thought of it differently. He was a fan of her, of course he was. And if she was missing from the dimly lit studio, none of the melodies seemed to fit as flawlessly as when she was there to assist.

And maybe that is what happens when two people speak the same language, even if it is without words. Their minds spoke the same language, and maybe that was why he valued her opinion so much. She was like a part of himself, or maybe it was him who was a part of her. He didn’t know. What he did know, however, was that somehow her presence in the dimly lit studio made it easier to come up with new things, new mixes, new melodies. Maybe it was because he knew she was a fan of him. Maybe he wanted to impress her.

“That’s so cool.”

She had breathed these words in awe. Her eyes were big, sparkling, almost in the lights of his set-up.

“Yeah?”

If he was going to be honest with himself, it wasn’t at all because she was a fan of him that seemed to make her presence easier for ideas to strike him. It was much more because he was a fan of her. The way her quiet suggestions of changes always made so much sense amazed him. The way she could softly suggest an addition of an instrument or a sound and make it sound exactly the same in his mind as it did in hers, almost baffled him. She helped him bring out best in him, that’s for sure, and he hoped that she knew this.

Maybe it was deeper than that. Maybe she had the best of him all along, and that was why he needed her in the dimly lit studio to just hear the things he did, to complete him.

Or maybe it was more than that.

Maybe she was his muse.

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I have a mystery fic in my drafts with a Phantom of the Opera!au that I started putting together MONTHS ago, and in that fic Taehyung just so happened to be the phantom, but now I have to change it all up to keep the mystery because Taehyung literally spoiled the whole story before it was even written I just

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Find The Pieces - 4 (FINAL)

♬ : Any Other Heart - Go Radio

        “ If I had any other heart beside my own, we might have left you cold “

synopsis : Jimin, the hier to the throne of Aurora, was never meant to rule the kingdom of Luna alone. 

people of interest : park jimin, kim taehyung, jung hoseok appearences

genre : angst, fantasy, fluff lightly sprinkled along the way, royal!au

warnings : mentions of deaths, violence

word count : 3.6k

parts : prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 (FINAL)

a/n : So! This is the final part, I hope you have liked this story! :) Thank you to everyone who has read this, and I will work hard to write better and longer stories in the future! I have a lot more to come so I hope you will stick around! :) 

Below is a spotify playlist of all the songs (or most) that inspired me for this story, a few are songs I have already mentioned, and a few I decided not to, but they still played a big part in building the story! Hope you enjoy!

story soundtrack : ♬ 

It was easier for Jimin to get out of the woods with Taehyung by his side. Mostly because his brother had grown up in the forest, and had created most of the paths himself.

“Take it easy here. The rocks are slippery,” Taehyung said when they reached a small river.

“How did you survive here?” Jimin questioned suddenly, and Taehyung looked back at his brother, as he was in front, leading the way.

“I stole food from villagers,” he said with a chuckle. “And some clothes the women had hung out to dry.”

Jimin felt a smile tug at his lips.

“So your hiding skills came to good use?”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes turned into thin crescent moons. “It really did.”

Jimin mirrored his brother’s smile. He suddenly felt like they were back. As if nothing ever happened to seperate the two.

“So you never hurt anyone?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung hummed.

“If I do, it is by accident,” he explained as he hopped onto the path again. “I never wanted to be as bad as my mother was.”

“Then what about the child? I heard it was killed in these woods,” Jimin asked. He had thought about it for a while now. The reason why he had been sent out in the first place, or, second place, had been to find out how the villager’s son had been brought back by the supposed “beast”.

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Find The Pieces - 4 (FINAL)

♬ : Any Other Heart - Go Radio

        “ If I had any other heart beside my own, we might have left you cold “

synopsis : Jimin, the hier to the throne of Aurora, was never meant to rule the kingdom of Luna alone. 

people of interest : park jimin, kim taehyung, jung hoseok appearences

genre : angst, fantasy, fluff lightly sprinkled along the way, royal!au

warnings : mentions of deaths, violence

word count : 3.6k

parts : prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 (FINAL)

a/n : So! This is the final part, I hope you have liked this story! :) Thank you to everyone who has read this, and I will work hard to write better and longer stories in the future! I have a lot more to come so I hope you will stick around! :) 

Below is a spotify playlist of all the songs (or most) that inspired me for this story, a few are songs I have already mentioned, and a few I decided not to, but they still played a big part in building the story! Hope you enjoy!

story soundtrack : ♬ 

It was easier for Jimin to get out of the woods with Taehyung by his side. Mostly because his brother had grown up in the forest, and had created most of the paths himself.

“Take it easy here. The rocks are slippery,” Taehyung said when they reached a small river.

“How did you survive here?” Jimin questioned suddenly, and Taehyung looked back at his brother, as he was in front, leading the way.

“I stole food from villagers,” he said with a chuckle. “And some clothes the women had hung out to dry.”

Jimin felt a smile tug at his lips.

“So your hiding skills came to good use?”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes turned into thin crescent moons. “It really did.”

Jimin mirrored his brother’s smile. He suddenly felt like they were back. As if nothing ever happened to seperate the two.

“So you never hurt anyone?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung hummed.

“If I do, it is by accident,” he explained as he hopped onto the path again. “I never wanted to be as bad as my mother was.”

“Then what about the child? I heard it was killed in these woods,” Jimin asked. He had thought about it for a while now. The reason why he had been sent out in the first place, or, second place, had been to find out how the villager’s son had been brought back by the supposed “beast”.

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Find The Pieces - 4 (FINAL)

♬ : Any Other Heart - Go Radio

        “ If I had any other heart beside my own, we might have left you cold “

synopsis : Jimin, the hier to the throne of Aurora, was never meant to rule the kingdom of Luna alone. 

people of interest : park jimin, kim taehyung, jung hoseok appearences

genre : angst, fantasy, fluff lightly sprinkled along the way, royal!au

warnings : mentions of deaths, violence

word count : 3.6k

parts : prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 (FINAL)

a/n : So! This is the final part, I hope you have liked this story! :) Thank you to everyone who has read this, and I will work hard to write better and longer stories in the future! I have a lot more to come so I hope you will stick around! :) 

Below is a spotify playlist of all the songs (or most) that inspired me for this story, a few are songs I have already mentioned, and a few I decided not to, but they still played a big part in building the story! Hope you enjoy!

story soundtrack : ♬ 

It was easier for Jimin to get out of the woods with Taehyung by his side. Mostly because his brother had grown up in the forest, and had created most of the paths himself.

“Take it easy here. The rocks are slippery,” Taehyung said when they reached a small river.

“How did you survive here?” Jimin questioned suddenly, and Taehyung looked back at his brother, as he was in front, leading the way.

“I stole food from villagers,” he said with a chuckle. “And some clothes the women had hung out to dry.”

Jimin felt a smile tug at his lips.

“So your hiding skills came to good use?”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes turned into thin crescent moons. “It really did.”

Jimin mirrored his brother’s smile. He suddenly felt like they were back. As if nothing ever happened to seperate the two.

“So you never hurt anyone?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung hummed.

“If I do, it is by accident,” he explained as he hopped onto the path again. “I never wanted to be as bad as my mother was.”

“Then what about the child? I heard it was killed in these woods,” Jimin asked. He had thought about it for a while now. The reason why he had been sent out in the first place, or, second place, had been to find out how the villager’s son had been brought back by the supposed “beast”.

Taehyung frowned. “It was not my doing,” he protested. “The child was dead when I found him in these woods, and I did not want to let the child fade away all alone.”

Jimin nodded in agreement. “Poor child.”

“Yeah.”

They walked on until Jimin saw the gravel road he had travelled along, and his horse who had wandered off a bit, but thankfully not too far away.

“You can wait here while I saddle up,” Jimin said, and Taehyung sat down on the grass.

His arm was still numb, so they had constructed a makeshift arm sling out of the ripped bed sheets to keep it in place. Jimin had also helped his brother into the rags in his house, but loaned him his cape to cover the worst looks of the clothes and to keep him warm as they would make their way into the kingdom again. It took Jimin some time to get near the horse and saddle up, and by the time he turned back Taehyung had laid down on the grass and fallen asleep. Jimin smiled softly as he brought the horse closer, and poked Taehyung in the side to get him up.

“Hey, get on the horse.”

Taehyung blinked and stood up, slowly, carefully and with his brother’s help, and sat up. He slumped over the neck of the horse and wrapped his okay arm around it, grabbing the mane with the other.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

They started walking toward the capitol, and the passer bys watched them with big eyes. The ones who had talked to Jimin on the way to the woods asked who the man on his horse was, and got even bigger eyes when he told them that it was the prince of Aurora.

“But the princes are dead, boy,” they said, and Jimin only shook his head.

“Come to the castle tomorrow and my brother and I will greet you from the throne,” he would reply, which usually was met by a chorus of different disagreements and laughs.

At one point Taehyung poked Jimin on the shoulder to get his attention, and the older turned to see the concerned face of his brother.

“Jimin, what do we do when we get to the castle?” He whispered. “Are we even going to be let inside?”

“If we are not let in through the front, we sneak in through the back,” Jimin reassured.

Taehyung hesitated, as he too of course knew a few escape paths to and from the castle, but it had been years and what said that the paths were still functioning? It took them the whole morning, day, and afternoon to get to the castle in the evening. Guards were standing outside the enormous gates, and as they made their way closer they looked more and more hesitant and nervous.

“How can we help you, sir?” one of the guards questioned.

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “You can open the gates.”

“What business do you have in the castle?” The guard asked, and Jimin frowned.

“I live here?” He said, but is sounded more like a question. “Let me inside. He is hurt and needs medical attention,” Jimin explained.

“My apologies, sir. We do not let in villagers to the castle for housing.”

“I am the crown prince of Aurora,” Jimin stressed. “Let me in.”

“The queen is childless, sir. There are no princes in this kingdom,” the guard explained, and Jimin had to stop himself from knocking the man unconscious.

“They are never letting us in, Jimin,” Taehyung had leaned forward to whisper. “We have to try another way.”

Jimin swallowed his annoyance and bowed slightly to the guard before he started leading his horse the other way. The guards knew who he was. They surely couldn’t be that lost. Jimin threw a last glance at the main entrance of the castle and caught one of the guards turn his gaze away one second too late. Jimin saw hesitation glimmer in his eyes before he had turned his face to the ground, and it made Jimin even more furious.

“This is the queen’s doing,” Jimin hissed, and Taehyung, who was now sitting up straight again bent down once more.

“I’m sorry.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow at his brother. “What?”

“The queen is my mother after all,” he sighed, “instead of running away like a coward I might have been able to stop her.”

“Taehyung, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Jimin said. “What Ara is doing has nothing to do with you.” Jimin’s voice was stern, and Taehyung swallowed whatever response he was thinking of.

Taehyung looked up at the sky, and saw that the sun had crept back behind the treetops, and only a few rays of sunlight managed to pierce through the leaves, and it gave him an idea. He looked down at Jimin, and hesitated. Jimin was looking straight ahead, but he also seemed to be somewhere else completely. Taehyung had been very clear that he didn’t want to use his powers to hurt anyone. But he had not said anything about scaring anyone, just a little. A distraction was all they needed. Just to get past the guards. After that, Jimin would take care of Ara, and Taehyung would be able to walk inside.

“Is your arm still hurting?”

Taehyung glanced down at Jimin and rolled his shoulder back and forth a bit. “Not as much. I guess it’s one of the upsides of being a werewolf,” he smiled, “I heal faster than humans.”

“That’s good.”

Taehyung looked back once before he took a leaned closer to Jimin. “I have an idea.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Are we not going through the back?”

“If we can’t get in through the front, they most certainly have barricaded the back doors and paths as well,” Taehyung said. “We need a distraction.”

They both were quiet for a moment, and when Jimin realised what Taehyung was referring to, his eyes grew wide. “You want to turn?”

“I can just distract the guards long enough for you to get inside, then I’ll find a way in after you,” he explained.

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again, Taehyung,” Jimin said sternly.

“There might not be any other way, Jimin,” Taehyung said, “and you know your way around the castle better than I do nowadays.”

“But the guards might kill you!” Jimin frowned. “They have weapons.”

“I can handle it.”

Jimin slowed the horse to a halt, and Taehyung swung his leg off its back, only to land somewhat smoothly on the ground in front of his brother.

“You just need to hide somewhere close to the front gate and wait for me.”

Jimin chewed on his bottom lip. “No, we could-”

“We can’t, brother,” Taehyung started untucking his shirt. He kept the cape on. “Trust me.”

Jimin glanced down at Taehyung’s silver necklace that came into view as Taehyung undid the top buttons of the shirt. The dark stripe around his neck made him think about the many years Taehyung had spent on his own. Turning, turning back, the same thing every month, without even knowing how or why he did. Taehyung glanced up at Jimin through his fringe, and the last thin streaks of sunlight made them glimmer golden.

“Alright,” Jimin said, his frown still prominent on his face, “please be careful.”

Taehyung smiled. “Of course, brother.”

Jimin watched as Taehyung took a step back and turned back into the jet black animal he encountered back in the Western Woods. By unbuttoning the shirt, it didn’t completely rip, and though it did look a little strange, the wolf gave Jimin a chill up his spine.

The wol- Taehyung stared back at Jimin for a moment, before he turned around and started walking back the way they had come from. Jimin tied the reins to a tree growing near the castle wall and undid the bow that had been strapped to the saddlebags before he slowly, and as quiet as he could, walked behind Taehyung.

Taehyung turned around the corner, and shortly after Jimin could hear loud yells and orders being shouted between the guards.

“Where did that come from?!”

“Is that the prince’s cape?”

“Kill the wolf!”

Jimin glanced around the corner and saw the guards rush towards Taehyung with their glistening swords risen above their heads. Taehyung bared his teeth and growled. It was the same warning signal JImin had received when he had entered Taehyung’s cabin, but the guards didn’t seem to pay it much thought. Taehyung suddenly dashed to the side; away from the gates and away from where Jimin was hiding, and he brought almost all of the guards along with him. Jimin saw this as his chance to get in, and rushed out from his hiding spot and to the front of the gates. He quickly drew an arrow from the quiver by his belt and aimed it at the head of the same guard he had talked to just a moment ago, who now also was the only one staying behind by the gates.

“Let me in.”

The guard jumped back against the gate when Jimin’s voice reached his ear. He stared back at Jimin but hesitated once again. “I’m sorry, prince Jimin, the queen told me not to let anyone inside, not even you.”

Jimin gritted his teeth and held out his pinkie from the grasp around the arrow. “Let me in.”

The guard stayed flat against the wooden gates, but didn’t move. “I’m sorry, I can’t disobey the queen’s orders.”

“I am your king,” Jimin said and let another finger go, “I need to speak with the queen.”

“Jimin,” the guard whispered, “the queen is not who you think she is.” The guard’s voice was shaking, his face had bleaked in color and a pearl of sweat was rolling down his temple. “You don’t know what you are facing.”

Jimin glanced down at the guard’s hip, where a leather hoop of keys glimmered in the low light. He looked up at the guard again and whispered back; “I know.”

In the next second, he aimed the arrow to the side enough to miss the guard’s head. He dived after the keys and ripped them off, before pushing the guard away to unlock the gates.

“Forgive me,” Jimin whispered in the direction of the guard as he turned the key in the lock, before he ran past the castle walls.

He ran as fast as he could, even though he wasn’t sure exactly where Ara would be. He ran across the front yard and up the stairs to the front doors. He pushed them open, and by doing so stopped all movement inside the main hall.

“Where is the queen?!” he roared, and everyone in the room stared at him.

It was as if they had all seen a ghost. Everyone’s face bleaked, and no one said a word. Jimin was breathing heavily, and it was as if his appearance made everyone in the room take a step back. Jimin saw Hoseok in the back of the room, and even he looked straight up guilty. The crowd of people in the room parted, and through the midway, Ara walked. She gave Jimin a smirk before her face changed to one of confusion and disgust.

“And who are you, young man? And what has happened to your clothing?”

Jimin wasted no time to draw another arrow from his quiver, and aim it straight at the queen. The people who had been standing next to Ara jumped in front of her to block her from Jimin’s aim, and it made Jimin’s heart drop to his stomach.

“Out of the way!” he yelled, and some of the maids guarding their queen slowly backed away. “You tricked me. You lied to me my whole life!”

“Now, now,” Ara said and placed a hand on one of the servants that stood in front of her. “There is no need for you to protect me like that from a harmless boy, is there?” She smiled and turned to the rest of the people in the room. “You all can return to your tasks, I will talk some sense into this man.”

Jimin gritted his teeth. He was tired of all the lies. He was tired of the misleading and the deception.

“Taehyung is alive. Has she told you that yet?!”

The room froze over once again. As it did, Ara’s eyes flickered over with gold.

“He is not.”

“Would you like me to introduce you to your son, Ara?” Jimin hissed. “Or would you like me to tell everyone how you sent me out to get killed by your werewolf son? Or how you murdered my parents to keep them quiet?”

The eyes of the people in the room flickered between Jimin and Ara. Jimin’s eyes however, were burning into Ara and the crown on her head. Ara took a step forward and smiled.

“Jimin, do you really think you have a word in this? You are nothing but an echo now, a myth,” she said. “Did you speak with ‘your people’ while you were away? Did they greet you like the king you wanted to be?” She took a step forward as her eyes turned fully golden. “Did you slay the wolf, like I asked you to? Did you bring back its jet black, deceiving, coward heart?” Ara’s gaze bore into Jimin’s skull, but Jimin never wavered. His aim was still, and he watched as Ara’s teeth grew longer. “I would assume not.”

She shook her head once, and then she too had grown fur, black as night to contrast the white dagger-like teeth and golden eyes. The wolf she had turned into growled, and the people in the room fled as she leapt at Jimin. Jimin dashed to the side and tried to run away far enough to draw his arrow again, and fired it to put some distance between himself and the wolf. The arrow missed, and he drew another one that hit her back. She yelped at the impact, but didn’t let it bother her as she leapt forward again. Jimin ran backwards, aiming a third arrow at the wolf, but missed again. He was about to draw another one when he realised that the quiver was empty. He cursed, and suddenly tripped on the carpet in the middle of the room and fell on his back. Ara slowed down, and slowly walked towards Jimin with bared teeth. Jimin looked around, but saw nothing that could act as a weapon or way to defend himself.

“Mother..?”

The voice caught Ara off guard, and she turned around, only to see Taehyung standing in the doorway. He was wearing the white shirt he had worn earlier, now buttoned up, and the cape he had gotten from Jimin. He was looking at the scene before him with a frown at first, but then his eyes flickered golden again. He looked back once and then pushed the doors closed behind him. He looked up again and started walking towards Ara, one arm behind his back.

“So it was really you?” He asked. His voice was small. “It was you who killed them? Do you realise that you killed my father, too?”

Jimin watched as Taehyung brought forward the hand he had been holding behind his back, and the glistening knife his fingers were grasping. The silver dagger.

Taehyung’s eyes were looking between the knife and the wolf before him, and when he spoke, his voice was shaking; “Do you realise you sent my own brother to kill me? That you wanted me to kill my own brother?” Taehyung yelled the last part. His voice broke mid-sentence. “I promised myself I would never hurt anyone with my powers,” he said, “but I never promised I wouldn’t hurt anyone with yours.”

With those words he charged, and dove the dagger into the wolf’s shoulder, and Ara fell together on the floor. The fur retreated back into her skin, just like it had done to Taehyung, and she eventually looked more and more human. Taehyung stood upright, eyes brimmed with unspilled tears as he stared down at his own mother for a moment. He looked over at Jimin, and took a step forward to reach out a hand and help him stand.

“Are you alright, brother?” Jimin asked, and Taehyung looked taken aback, but nodded.

“I’m okay.”

Jimin looked down at Ara, who was now yelping on the carpeted floor with black framing the wound she now had on her shoulder, created by her own blade.

“Guards! Arrest these two and help me!” Ara roared, but the few servants and guards that had crept back into the room along the walls stood still. “Do something!”

“You are no longer the queen of Aurora, Ara. I kept my word,” Jimin said. “I returned to Aurora with the heart of the beast to prove my worth to you and the people of our kingdom. In return, you promised me the throne.” Ara glared up at him with a hiss.

“And If I had any other heart beside me at this moment, I would have left you here to die on the same cold floor as our father did, however, since I do not, I will, as your king, have you rot away in the basement caves instead. Never are you to see the light of day nor the light of the moon ever again.”

Taehyung looked at Jimin as a single tear escaped the corner of his eye. He was quick to wipe it away, but thankful that Jimin let his mother live, despite how she had taken away Jimin’s own.

“Guards! Arrest this woman and bring her to the basement,” Jimin called, and parts of the royal staff immediately sprung to action, grabbing Ara by both arms and lifting her up. She yelped at the tension on her wound, and looked at Taehyung with a frown.

“I am so disappointed in you, Taehyung. We could have ruled this kingdom together, you and I.”

Taehyung’s tear-glazed eyes sparked golden. “Did you not hear me before? You still murdered my father. I would never rule with you.”

Taehyung’s eyes bore into the skull of the woman he once knew as his mother, but softened as she was dragged away. Jimin saw the change, and wrapped his arms around his brother for the first time in way too long.

“I missed you, brother.”

Taehyung buried his face into Jimin’s shoulder, “I’ve missed you too.”

And so, after ten long years, the purple, velvet-clad cusion of the gold-smitten throne was no longer empty. The crown decorated and embellished with amethysts and sapphires was no longer a mere memory of what once was, but a reminder of what is. The king of Aurora sat up straight with his chin tilted slightly upwards, and met everyone with direct eye contact. He had wasted far too much time in the shadows, in his opinion, and now he had finally stepped out into the light; and that showed.

Despite the iron fist he seemed to rule his kingdom with, he had managed to raise the living standards for the poor, and the amount of reports of violence had dropped significantly. Jimin took great pride in this, of course, but his ruling had probably not been as successful of it had not been for his brother ruling by his side. Taehyung acted as Jimin’s right-hand, and was named a prince, much because Jimin obviously was born first.

The two complemented each other well; Taehyung could calm Jimin’s blossoming fire that came with unfairness, and Jimin could see through the lies that Taehyung’s soft heart looked past.

Taehyung’s silver necklace had been plated with a sheer layer of gold, to spare him the burn the original metal caused him. Despite this, it was still as much of a part of him as it had ever been, and he carried it with as much pride as Jimin did.

At times, Jimin glanced to the side at his brother, and thought back to the man who had predicted the future of Aurora so easily. He had requested the man’s presence at the castle, but the storyteller seemed to have vanished completely from the kingdom.

Jimin reached up to his neck and stroked his thumb over the embellished pendant.

The silver sun was indeed complete, and the Aurora everyone knew was definitely dead.

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Find The Pieces - 3

♬ : On My Own - Ashes Remain

              “ I lay my weapons down, I’m ready for you now “

synopsis :  Jimin, the hier to the throne of Aurora, was never meant to rule the kingdom of Luna alone. 

people of interest : park jimin, kim taehyung, jung hoseok appearences

genre : angst, fantasy, fluff lightly sprinkled along the way, royal!au

warnings : mentions of deaths, violence

word count : 2.6k

parts : prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / …

The gravel road thinned out the closer he came to the thick woods. He sat down from his horse and tried to shake off the strange discomfort slithering around his feet, up his legs, across his chest and wrapping itself tightly around his throat. He rested his hand on the horse’s neck for a moment, and even the animal flinched away from Jimin’s touch. His horse would not be able to follow him into the woods because of its density, and he sighed.

“I guess I’ll see you when I get back, my friend,” Jimin mumbled. The horse nudged him softly in response.

He undid the saddle and bridle, to make it less uncomfortable for the animal, and left him nibbling at the nearby grass. Jimin opened up the saddle bags to pick out the box he had received from his godmother. He held it in his hands like a fragile egg of a bird, like it would crack and break and fall apart if he as much as breathed on the metal. He had been so dead set on bringing home the heart of the beast, but now he was unsure. He doubted his godmother’s words, doubted the villagers’ words. He put the box in a pouch he carried attached to his belt, and made sure he had enough arrows and that his bow was whole, and then he left the gravel behind him and entered the forest.

It was dark. His eyes took longer than he expected to adjust in the almost pitch black shadows, and he bumped into a couple trees and almost stumbled over a few times before they did. The moon that had shone so brightly before never as much as touched the ground here.

After quite a while of walking, Jimin was taken aback as he found himself facing a small cottage etched between the trees. He looked around him for anyone who could be the owner of the house, but the silence was as thick as ever. The door to the cottage was open slightly, and Jimin slowly made his way towards it.

The house was almost fallen apart, it seemed. The door was hanging off its hinges, and one of the windows was smashed. The roof was uneven, and Jimin winced as he imagined he amounts of water raining in in bad weather. The house was probably abandoned, “hopefully,” he corrected himself, but still he still had to at least look in, because, who could find a home here? He slowly opened the door and glanced inside with a silent “hello?”.

The cottage looked even worse on the inside, but it was clearly not entirely abandoned. A small bed, maybe a child’s, was pushed up against one of the walls, with a dirty blanket laying crumpled up across the scratched open mattress. A tiny stove was placed along the wall across from the door, and Jimin tensed up slightly as he noticed somber orange embers still glowing in the wood. A tree had managed to dig through the floor and through the whole house and roof, resulting in even more leakage, probably. Next to the stem of the tree was a bucket half filled with water, most probably caught from the rain. Jimin took a step inside and noticed a change of clothes thrown off to the side of the bed, torn at the seams in some places and stained. As his gaze travelled along the walls he noticed the insane amount of scratch marks on the walls, on the floor, and on the few pieces of furniture in the room.

Jimin felt his guts screaming at him to leave the house, that he knew who, or what, lived here, but his feet would not follow his commands.

Much less so as he heard a low growl from behind him, at the door.

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Find The Pieces - 3

♬ : On My Own - Ashes Remain

              “ I lay my weapons down, I’m ready for you now “

synopsis :  Jimin, the hier to the throne of Aurora, was never meant to rule the kingdom of Luna alone. 

people of interest : park jimin, kim taehyung, jung hoseok appearences

genre : angst, fantasy, fluff lightly sprinkled along the way, royal!au

warnings : mentions of deaths, violence

word count : 2.6k

parts : prologue / 1 / 2 / 3 / …

The gravel road thinned out the closer he came to the thick woods. He sat down from his horse and tried to shake off the strange discomfort slithering around his feet, up his legs, across his chest and wrapping itself tightly around his throat. He rested his hand on the horse’s neck for a moment, and even the animal flinched away from Jimin’s touch. His horse would not be able to follow him into the woods because of its density, and he sighed.

“I guess I’ll see you when I get back, my friend,” Jimin mumbled. The horse nudged him softly in response.

He undid the saddle and bridle, to make it less uncomfortable for the animal, and left him nibbling at the nearby grass. Jimin opened up the saddle bags to pick out the box he had received from his godmother. He held it in his hands like a fragile egg of a bird, like it would crack and break and fall apart if he as much as breathed on the metal. He had been so dead set on bringing home the heart of the beast, but now he was unsure. He doubted his godmother’s words, doubted the villagers’ words. He put the box in a pouch he carried attached to his belt, and made sure he had enough arrows and that his bow was whole, and then he left the gravel behind him and entered the forest.

It was dark. His eyes took longer than he expected to adjust in the almost pitch black shadows, and he bumped into a couple trees and almost stumbled over a few times before they did. The moon that had shone so brightly before never as much as touched the ground here.

After quite a while of walking, Jimin was taken aback as he found himself facing a small cottage etched between the trees. He looked around him for anyone who could be the owner of the house, but the silence was as thick as ever. The door to the cottage was open slightly, and Jimin slowly made his way towards it.

The house was almost fallen apart, it seemed. The door was hanging off its hinges, and one of the windows was smashed. The roof was uneven, and Jimin winced as he imagined he amounts of water raining in in bad weather. The house was probably abandoned, “hopefully,” he corrected himself, but still he still had to at least look in, because, who could find a home here? He slowly opened the door and glanced inside with a silent “hello?”.

The cottage looked even worse on the inside, but it was clearly not entirely abandoned. A small bed, maybe a child’s, was pushed up against one of the walls, with a dirty blanket laying crumpled up across the scratched open mattress. A tiny stove was placed along the wall across from the door, and Jimin tensed up slightly as he noticed somber orange embers still glowing in the wood. A tree had managed to dig through the floor and through the whole house and roof, resulting in even more leakage, probably. Next to the stem of the tree was a bucket half filled with water, most probably caught from the rain. Jimin took a step inside and noticed a change of clothes thrown off to the side of the bed, torn at the seams in some places and stained. As his gaze travelled along the walls he noticed the insane amount of scratch marks on the walls, on the floor, and on the few pieces of furniture in the room.

Jimin felt his guts screaming at him to leave the house, that he knew who, or what, lived here, but his feet would not follow his commands.

Much less so as he heard a low growl from behind him, at the door.

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