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The Art of Forgetting

Summary: Lights will guide you home, love will make you stronger. Forgetfulness will only break your heart.

AN: Quick little story for Jungkook stans like myself lol hope you guys enjoy!

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The village was busy with people rushing to buy last minute Christmas presents. Jungkook sighs, tugging the backpack higher on his shoulders and eyes the busy people with disdain. He scoffs when he says a young woman beg for a leg of turkey.

“Please,” she cries, pushing the coins towards the butcher. “This is all I have, I’m only a couple short. I’ll pay the rest next week, I promise!” The butcher just shakes his head, the women lets out a choked sob, “Please, its Christmas.” Sighing, Jungkook walks over and hands the butcher two gold coins.

“That’ll make up for it,” Jungkook mutters, grabbing the turkey leg and hands it to the woman who looks at him wide eyed before throwing her arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“Thank you, thank you!” she practically squealed before running off to the little girl hiding by the alley. She grips the girl’s hand before turning back and waving at Jungkook.

“Before you say anything, I just want to make it clear that I still hate Christmas and that I only gave her money because I felt sorry for her okay?” Jungkook started and when he didn’t get a reply, he looked at his shoulder. She was gone. Jungkook almost facepalmed himself. Groaning, Jungkook backtracked to the entrance of the village when he spotted a small firefly light hovering over a rack of pretty lilies that were place outside the flower shop. Jungkook stormed up to the rack and clasped his hand over the blinding light.

“Y/N!” He growled, opening his palm. The light had faded a little, revealing a small miniature girl. She had fallen over in his hand and she stared blankly up at Jungkook, but then she frowns at him. Y/N stood dusting herself, smoothing out her long glittering white dress and flapped her translucent wings before turning and glaring at Jungkook.

“You could have damaged my wings!” She pointed her tiny index finger at him, which made Jungkook smirk.

“Well don’t disappear and I won’t have to grab you,” Y/N rolled her eyes before fluttering out of his hand and back onto her usual seat – his shoulder. “I did tell you to stay on my shoulder,”

“Well it’s not my fault I have a bad memory,” Jungkook laughs, ignoring the stares from the other villagers.

“A bad memory is an understatement, Y/N. Your memories fade as soon as they come!” Y/N pouts, tugging at her dress.

“I can’t control my memories! I’ve already apologised for this, remember?” Y/N whine and Jungkook smirked down at her.

“I do but you don’t!” Y/N let out a growl of frustration before punching Jungkook in the neck with her tiny fist. Jungkook let out a roar of laughter at her feeble attempt. The pair continue bickering through the village until Jungkook abruptly stops. His doe eyes stare at the large building in front of him. Y/N flutters in front of him and waves her arms in front of his eyes.

“Hello?” she sang, waving rapidly. “Kookie, can you hear me?” He blinks before looking at her and she smiles in relief. “Pheww! I thought I lost you to your memories!” Jungkook breaths out a laugh before shaking his head.

“Why would I have memories of this place?” He nods to the building in front of them. The windows here boarded up with wood, the gate was closed over with a padlock. “I don’t even know what it is,” he mutters under his breath, but Y/N hears. She studies the building in front of them, frowning at it before shrugging.

“It’s an abandoned palace,” Jungkook looks at her confusingly.

“And how do you know that?” Y/N blinked innocently at Jungkook before revealing; “I heard someone say it’ll be the fifteenth anniversary of the murder of the monarchy.” Y/N flies to the gate and begins to fiddle with the lock.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook comes closer to the gate, watching as Y/N breaks open the lock. Jungkook pushes the gate, it opens will a loud groan. “Well it’s abandoned,” She said fluttering quickly to the palace door. “No one will enter. We could stay the night,” Jungkook is quiet, watching her float by the large palace door. He sighs before walking along the gravel path, he takes a right turn, walking past the front entrance.

“Where are you going?!” Y/N yells, flying after him.

“We can’t go through the front door, someone might see. We’ll have to sneak in through the back.” Y/N just sighs and follows him. The walk around the very large palace has Jungkook on edge. His legs feel almost heavy and his mouth was dry. As they came to the back of the palace; Y/N noticed two things. One, the garden was a disaster, the weeds had overgrown making the garden look almost like a jungle. Two, she could detect magic. However, this magic felt different than her own; it felt cold and powerful. She knew it wasn’t a fairy – no fairy would leave the garden a mess like that. The magic belonged to something else.

Y/N shivered as she watched Jungkook climb on the balcony; he pulled at the wooden boards grunting as it wouldn’t budge. Y/N flicked her wrist, the boards flew off the window, Jungkook stumbled falling onto his back. Y/N flew to his face, her tiny eyes wide with worried.

“You could have warned me,” Jungkook grumble standing to his feet and dusting himself off. Now that the wooden boards were gone, Jungkook can now squeeze through the window. Y/N watches as Jungkook crawls through the window, her head tilts to the side as Jungkook’s behind becomes stuck under the window frame. Jungkook grunts, grabbing onto the table in front the window, trying to pull the rest of his body through. It was no use. Jungkook can hear a squeak of a laugh behind him and he closes his eyes in frustration.

“A little help?” he grits out and Y/N snorts. Lifting her petite hands, Y/N concentrates on the brown frame that is currently squishing Jungkook’s butt. The frame rattle slightly, Y/N’s tongue poked out in concentration as she pushed more energy from her tiny being. Her whole body glowed white; from a distance she would appear as a torchlight to the naked eye of a human. With a puff of breath, Y/N pushed one more time and the brown framed snapped upwards. Jungkook let out sigh, pulling himself through all the way. Standing to his feet, he turns to Y/N but shields his eyes at the brightness.

“You’re trying to blind me, aren’t you?” Jungkook asks and Y/N grunts before inhaling through her nose then exhaling, the brightness begins to dim. Y/N pokes her tongue out at him which makes Jungkook huff before turning to view the palace. It was strange, Jungkook thought, looking around. You expect a palace to be spotless, clean and extravagant. But this palace was the opposite. It was clear that something disastrous happened in this palace.

“What happened here?” Jungkook whispered, peering over the balcony looking at the ground floor. The furniture had been destroyed, burnt to black. Jungkook could feel bile rise in his throat as the floor towards the main entrance was a dark brown; it stood out against the gold flooring. It was dried blood, Jungkook could tell from where he stood. A white light swoosh past Jungkook’s eyes. Y/N flew down the hallway, lighting up the dark corridor as she went. Jungkook followed behind. Y/N’s small eyes took in every detail of the portraits on the wall. A family once lived here; a father, mother and two boys. The painting showed a gold crown sat upon the father’s head, the youngest boy in his father’s arm reaching up to touch the crown. The father wore a fond smile. Y/N felt a smile of her own grow as she stared at the painting. Further down the corridor where more paintings of the family, they seemed happy, Y/N thought. The last painting was of the youngest boy, staring at it, Y/N felt a weird sensation in her stomach, one in which she hadn’t felt before. Familiar, the boy in the painting was familiar.

Gasping, Y/N’s senses began to burn. The magic she felt had grown stronger since she had entered the palace, now however, hovering by the grand staircase, she felt it more. Flashes appear behind her eyelids; they were hard to make out. Green light, screaming, the smell of blood, crying. Y/N shuddered as a dark figure appeared in her mind.

“Warlock,” she whispered and Jungkook frowned, coming closer to her. Opening her eyes, Jungkook flinched. Her pupils were black as night, almost demonic. “He destroyed everything. He slaughtered them, laughing as he did,” Her sweet voice lowered in pitch, sounding husky. Jungkook gulped watching her white light turn dark. “But he is not finished…he is coming, I feel him,” Jungkook shuddered.

“Y/N y-you’re frightening me,” Jungkook whispered, hand coming up to touch the miniature fairy. The tip of Jungkook’s index finger grazed the cheek of Y/N, causing the fairy to gasp. The light returned once more. Her tiny eyes watered at the sight of Jungkook’s worried doe eyes.

“It’s you,” she whispered, one tear drop slipped down her cheek. Jungkook shook his head confused but before Y/N could explain further a large crack sounded from down below. Both Jungkook and Y/N turn to the ground floor where it sounded. There in the middle of the hall, ten feet away from the grand staircase which Jungkook stood, gathered black smoke. The air in the palace grew ice cold, a breeze picked up. Y/N whimpered causing Jungkook to look at her worried, but Y/N’s eyes focused on the floor below.

“He’s here,” Just as those words left her lips, the smoke formed a figure. Jungkook fell back into the wall. Two black eyes stared at him, a cruel smirk raised on his face, black rotten tooth grinned at Jungkook.

“Ah, we meet at last!” The voice echoed the hall, Jungkook flinched. The black eyes shift to the small white light hovering next to Jungkook, they glare before a hand raises up. Green light formed under his palm, creating a sphere. Launching his arm back, he threw the green sphere towards Y/N. Jungkook yell echoes as he watches the green flame hit Y/N small frame, smacking her into the wall. A tear slips from Jungkook’s eye as he eyes the small delicate figure hit the floor motionless. Jungkook scurries to her, bending down on one knee and picking her up gently.

“Y/N,” Jungkook sobbed, “please wake up,” The miniature fairy lay still in his hand, her glow faded.

“Now there is no chance you can escape me this time,” the voice snarls from behind him. Turning around, the warlock gripped Jungkook by the throat. Jungkook gags, hands reaching up to claw at him. The warlock grinned evilly before chucking Jungkook over the bannister. Jungkook lands on his right shoulder, a painful cry leaves him. Groaning, Jungkook wills himself to move, crawling towards the door but he doesn’t make it far. Green swirls of power wrapped itself around Jungkook’s leg yanking him back. A strangled scream escapes Jungkook as his nails try to hold onto something. Suddenly, Jungkook is flipped around onto his back. The dark figure stands above him.

“Why are you doing this?” Jungkook cried, the warlock let out dark chuckle.

“Your father killed us. He instructed for all warlocks and witches to be burned. He claimed we were doing work for the devil and so we must re-join him in hell!” Jungkook quickly shook his head.

“I don’t have a father, please, let me go.” The warlock glared at Jungkook before picking him up by the collar and thrusting him in the direction of the paintings.

“That’s your father!” He yells, pointing at the king. “You are Jeon Jungkook, son of King Jeon and last heir of the throne. And you will die like the rest of your family!” Jungkook felt every slow down, like everything was in slow motion.

The night of the murder, Jungkook had peed the bed. He heard the screams of his mother. His older brother begging for their father to do something. Jungkook heard his father command the guards to take away the intruder. Next, Jungkook heard the sound of blood hitting the wall, more screams until nothing. Jungkook remembered whimpering, calling out quietly for his mother when a small bright light appears in front of him. She held a miniature finger to her lips, indicating Jungkook should be quit. He did. She beckoned Jungkook to follow her to his bedroom door. Jungkook shook his head furiously, knowing that danger was outside that door. The light tugged harshly at Jungkook’s shirt until he reluctantly followed. The light tugged him to the hallway, Jungkook peered over the banister and saw his father laying in a pool of blood. His mother not far away, cradling his brother, dead also. The dark figure kneeled next to his father, muttering in another language.

Before young Jungkook could scream for his parents, the white light tapped his face. She begged Jungkook with her eyes to be quiet and follow, biting his lip, Jungkook lowered his head and quickly hurried after her. They entered Jungkook’s fathers’ study, the white light flew to a cupboard and tugged at it. It wouldn’t open. Jungkook yanked it open, there were nothing but files of paperwork instead. The little white light pushed down on the middle shelf until it clicked. The shelf opened, showing a tunnel. The light tugged at Jungkook once before, pulling down the tunnel. Her light lite up the tunnel making Jungkook feel less scared.

“Y/N,” Jungkook mumbled, his heart beating rapidly. The warlock chuckled, looking back at where he knew the little fairy lay.

“Yes, I didn’t expect a Radiance fairy to interrupt my plans, you see. This time, I’ve come prepared. You’re not getting away this time, Jungkook.” Jungkook flopped onto his back, eyes staring at the blue celling. All this time, Jungkook believed his family gave him up, that they didn’t love him. He was wrong, so wrong. He may have not remembered his families love, but he remembers Y/N. The warmth he felt when he was with her; her light keeping him company in the darkest time. Her ability to make him laugh when he wanted to cry. Everything about Y/N taught him something but her love was the most important. She cared enough to save him, that proved enough. The warlock raised his hand, green light forming once more.

“Now you will die like your family, in the hands of Kalak,” Jungkook closed his eyes awaiting the blow.

Jungkook felt warm, frowning he opened his eyes. The warlock – Kalak – was in mid-air, frozen. Then suddenly, he began to fit and shake harshly before bright white light appeared behind him forcing the warlock to hit the wall behind Jungkook.

Jungkook looked to the top of the staircase but flinched, raising a hand to cover his eyes he sees a figure standing at the top. For a moment, Jungkook believes it is his father coming to his rescue. But when the light dims, his heart stops. A female stands there in long white gown, it trails behind her as she starts to descend the stairs. Her hair flows in front her, touching her breast, forming ringlets. Her eyes glow gold as the make contact with Jungkook. He feels a wide smile of relief take over.

“Y/N,” he breaths. Jungkook’s doe eyes look her head to toe, his mouth falls agape. She was life-size, no longer the miniature fairy he knew. In front of him was a fully-grown woman. Her pouty pink lips smile softly at him before she turns to Kalak; her face darkens turning a shade of blue. Jungkook had never seen her change colour before.

Kalak laughs wildly, slapping his knee. “You think you can defeat me? What because you’re suddenly bigger, you’re more powerful? HA!” Y/N just stares at him, face emotionless.

“Yes, I do.” She says simply before raising both of her hands. A burst of bright light escapes them, slamming into Kalak unprepared form. Jungkook watches before it becomes too much, the light growing brighter. The sound of Kalak screaming fills Jungkook’s ears until a large pop is sounded. Jungkook turns in time to see ashes flutter where Kalak once stood. Jungkook is frozen as he stares at the ash. A loud thud startles him, he turns and see Y/N lying on the floor. Startled, Jungkook quickly crawls on the floor, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He grabs Y/N and tugs her onto his lap, cradling her head. She peers up at him with heavy eyes, Jungkook’s own fill with tears.

“Hi,” she whispers, and Jungkook lets out a wet laugh.

“Hi, yourself. I thought you died!” Leaning down, Jungkook quickly presses a kiss to her forehead. “I can’t believe your life-size. That’s insane.” Y/N let out a soft chuckle. Her eyes suddenly turn sad. She reaches her hand up to cradle his face, she runs her fingers gently along Jungkook’s cheek, feeling his scar. Then, she touches his nose, lips and finally his eyelids. She touches every feature of his face slowly, wiping away the tears that fell before her own eyes closed. “Y/N!” Jungkook yelled, he quickly presses two fingers to her neck, she’s breathing. Leaning forward, Jungkook presses his forehead to Y/N’s chest.

“Police!” Jungkook jumped, as a man kicked the door down stumbling into the room. He recollects himself after almost falling over before pointing his gun in Jungkook’s direction. “Get away from the girl…fairy…what?” the man stumbled looking at Y/N’s limp figure. Her wings stretched out between Jungkook and herself. The officer looked spooked and confused. “Holy shit!” he gasped, walking towards the couple. “Is she dead?” He asked, looking at Jungkook. Jungkook shakes his head, pulling Y/N closer to him. The police officer sighs before stating he was going to help them

Both the officer and Jungkook carry Y/N up to a bedroom, allowing her to rest. The police officer sighs, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair. “Why you in the old palace kid?” he asks eventually. Jungkook hums, contemplating on whether to say he’s homeless or that he’s the heir of the throne.

“I’m the heir to the throne,” he whispers, the officer’s eyes widen.

“You for real?” Jungkook just nods, eyes falling back to Y/N figure. “Holy shit! Your Highness,” Suddenly the officer is on his knees, bowing to Jungkook. “Hey! None of that alright. I just found out myself,” Jungkook pulls the officer back to his knees. “What’s your name?”

“Kim Namjoon, your highness,” Jungkook glares at him and Namjoon stutters out an apology.

“How can you see her?” Namjoon shrugs looking at Y/N.

“My mother used to tell me stories about fairies when I was little. Especially about her kind,” Jungkook pouts in confusion.

“Her kind?” he asks and Namjoon nods.

“Radiance Fairy also known as Light Fairy,” Jungkook nods. “Radiance Fairies apparently are like guardians; they watch over us.” Jungkook smiles softly. “My mother also told me about the Radiance Fairies Art of Forgetting. Jungkook turns to Namjoon.

“What’s that?”

Namjoon thinks for a moment before speaking. “Well Radiance Fairies don’t have good memory,” He starts and Jungkook lets out a warm chuckle. “There is a reason for that,” Namjoon clears his throat. “The purpose of a Radiance fairy is to guide us; ensure we find our way back to where we belong. Once that purpose has been fulfilled, they forget us. Like the slate becomes clean so they move on and help guide someone else.” Jungkook’s heart stops.

“No,” he whispers leaning on the bed to grip Y/N’s hand. “No, no, no. She can’t forget me, she can’t. She’s all I’ve got; I want her here with me!” Jungkook cries pressing kisses to her warm hand. Namjoon clears his throat awkwardly.

“It might not be true, it’s just what my mother says,” Jungkook shakes his head. “It must be, Y/N always forget things, it’s in her nature. I just didn’t think she’d ever forget me.” Namjoon frowns, taking in the distressed prince – soon to be king.

The time Y/N awakes, Jungkook feels unprepared, his heart already creaking. She sits up and looks around the room before yawning and taking a big stretch. Jungkook clears his throat and she look at him. Her golden eyes blink at him, then the move to Namjoon. She makes no indication of recognition.

“Y/N?” Jungkook whispers, she responds to her name but nothing in her eyes show she knows Jungkook. “Do you know remember me?” he hiccups, trying to stop the tears but the fell freely. Y/N says nothing but stands from the bed and walks to him. She stares at him waiting for something, she appears like a robot just waiting for command.

Namjoon takes a step forward and places a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “She needs you to let her go. You have to tell her she’s free.” Jungkook shakes his head before lurching forward and gripping Y/N’s hand.

“Please remember me, Y/N! Please! You can’t leave me alone; I want you to stay! Please!” he sobbed but Y/N just stared at him. “I can’t be King without you!” Jungkook falls to his knees. Namjoon bends, wrapping an arm around him, hugging him to his side.

“Let her go, Jungkook. I know you love her, but she needs to be free. Perhaps one day, you’ll meet again but for now she has to go,” Jungkook let out the painfullest cry he’d ever felt before he forced himself to his feet. Once again, he gently takes Y/N hand in his. His left hand reaches up and cradles her cheek, tracing her features.

“I love you, Y/N, I’ll always love you. And I’m sorry I never told you sooner, I don’t even know if you can hear me – understand me. Thank you for saving my life, I-I’m going to miss you so much -I- “he chokes, pulling his hand back to wipe the snot from his nose. “I let you go. You’re free now,” At his word, Y/N glows as does the room making both Namjoon and Jungkook cover their eyes. When the glow dims, Y/N is back in her miniature form. She lingers, staring at Jungkook before she flees from the room and Jungkook’s life.

Jungkook falls to his knees, letting out more sobs. Namjoon holds the broken prince in his arms, hoping one day he will mend.

It’s months before Jungkook enters the palace. The renovations took a lot longer than he expected but now the palace looked better. No longer like the crime scene he once saw. There are times Jungkook feels alone, wishing the white light would appear to guide him but he knew she wouldn’t. Namjoon decided to quit the police force and join Jungkook in the palace becoming his advisor and his friend. Jungkook read almost every book he could find on fairies and learned that they loved nature so, Jungkook made it his goal whilst he’s not doing his royal duties, so attend to his garden. And that is where Namjoon finds him; knees deep in mud.

“You know, you doing this might not bring her back,” Namjoon starts, leaning against the green house. “Her duty as a Radiance Fairy was completed when she destroyed the warlock. She guided you home, Jungkook.” Jungkook ignored him and continued to dig. Namjoon sighs but choices to let him friend go, having already had this conversation many of time. Namjoon goes back to the palace to attend a conference call leaving Jungkook on his own.

Jungkook sits back and stares at the pastel blue sky. A bright light catches his attention towards the gate, Jungkook stands quickly but frowns when he sees it’s only the sun hitting off a glass. Jungkook looks back at the flowers he is planting and smiles softly.

She’ll return.

Jungkook doesn’t know how, he doesn’t know when. He just hopes that one day she’ll return to him.

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