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To Be Damned | The 7 Deadly Sins

Chapter 3, Subterranean

Pairing - jungkook x reader, bts x reader

Genre - angst, slow burn, E2L, F2L, fluff, smut

Word count - 6k

multipart series, multimember series, college au, fantasy au, demon!jungkook

Warnings: swearing, one mention of sex, drinking, the smell of pot? one mention of cocaine

“Explain to me why you’re not going to see the doctor about this?” Lisa stands in your bedroom doorway, having just delivered some soup for you. Today was the first time you’d seen her in over two weeks, a record for the two of you. “You’ve had a migraine for almost a week now.”

Unable to lift your head from the pillow you groan, glaring in her direction. “I know.”

“Y/N you never get sick, or complain of aches and pains…or miss your classes, you need to get it checked out.” She scolds, crossing her tiny arms in an attempt to appear intimidating.

“Yes I know, I know…” Even the sound of your own voice hurt your head, it was absolutely bizarre you’d never suffered with any kind of headaches before and yet there you were, physically wincing at the slightest sound.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she sighs, “Jungkook asked about you today, he seemed worried.”

Ah yes, Jungkook.

To tell the truth you hadn’t seen him in a while, partly because of the new throbbing sensation your brain decided to make whenever you moved, partly because you weren’t sure what to say to him. Lately you’d been having the craziest dreams which incidentally began the same time as the migraine. The dreams were vivid, a little too vivid for your liking.

Every night for the past week and a half without fail you’d dreamt of a field, an old barn, red lightning and trees… The air in the dream was damp, thickened with hatred and then you’d see him standing there, his eyes black and his smile weak, dark hair framing his chiselled face as he opens his mouth to tell you something – and then you’d wake up. Every night. For days.

The reoccurring dream started after Halloween, at first you assumed maybe your brain had been working overtime for your local urban legends assignment but now, you weren’t sure what to make of it. Jungkook’s face flashes in your mind constantly now, maybe that’s the reason your head hurt so much.

It’s overwhelming to say the least.

“He said he’s messaged you a few times but you’ve not responded… Has something happened between you two?”

“What?” You force yourself to sit up in bed, gripping the blanket tightly, “No, I just-, I don’t feel up to a lengthy conversation about whatever it is he wants to talk to me about.”

Shrugging, Lisa offers a small smile, “I think he just wants to know you’re okay Y/N.”

“Well you can tell him I’m fine the next time you see him.” You say, “I ordered some really strong pain medicine so hopefully I’ll be right as rain when it arrives.”

Except you weren’t.

Two weeks pass and your head still feels like it’s going to explode, the dreams of Jungkook standing in a grassy field are starting to feel more and more real if that were even possible. It was as though he was trying to tell you something, you could feel how desperate he was to say something but you’d always wake up right as he opened his lips to say it. Another thing, his lips weren’t pierced in the dream you’d noticed, everything looked like it was from a different time, he was dressed differently, the air around you smelled differently… It was all so different.

Your head hits the pillow and you begin to doze off when suddenly you see it again.

The sky is almost black, heavy with rainclouds as the heavens open and soak the dirt beneath you. There are seven trees in the distance equally spread from one another, the ground is swarmed with tall grass blowing against the high winds. You feel it under your bare feet, the change in the Earth as something rumbles below. Crimson red lightning strikes the area, scorching the greenery in a pattern akin to a star, it’s hot in the air and you hear the panicked cries of men from afar, coming from the trees.

Long strides take you across the field to the sound of their wails, effortlessly missing the lightning that continues to pound the dirt from above. There’s an old barn behind you, a very old barn, or at least the shell of one – it looked like it had been burned down, smoke still stained the atmosphere and flooded your nostrils as your feet dragged you to the largest tree in front.

“What did you do?” Jungkook sounds equally terrified and confused, his back pressed to the tree with rope keeping him in place. “Please,” He pants hopelessly, “What did you do?”

“Nothing yet.” You feel your lips curve into a wicked smile.

He looks scared.

You gasp for air as the dream abruptly ends and you wake, jumping up beneath the sheets. What the hell. Rubbing your temples you audibly exhale, wishing this headache would finally disappear, along with these crazy realistic dreams. What did it all mean? You’ve Google searched over and over but found nothing beyond articles and papers discussing the supposed Thornheart witch trials 330 years ago.

It’s bright outside, too bright for your liking. The heat manages to penetrate your window and feels nice against your skin. Rhythmic vibrations beneath your pillow grab your attention, somebody’s calling.

Jungkook.

“Not right now…” You groan, cancelling the call. He’d been trying to contact you every day since you’d last seen him, calling and messaging you non-stop. Guilt eats away at your insides for not responding to him for weeks now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak to the man who was haunting your sleep. You couldn’t act like everything was okay but on the other side of that you didn’t exactly want to tell him you’d dreamt of his face every single night for weeks.

Since you first met he always found a way to push himself to the forefront of your mind, even with a throbbing headache he still occupied your thoughts. You still hadn’t figured out what he wanted from you and the truth was you didn’t know what you wanted from him either. You’re lost in thought, pouring a glass of water in the kitchen when your dad walks in.

“Morning. How’s the headache?” He sounds concerned.

“Still here.” You sigh.

“You know your mom used to get headaches when we were in college, I wonder if it runs in the family…”

“Maybe.” You shrug, “Even the new pain medicine from the doctor isn’t touching it though.”

“Your mom used to add lavender to her tea, swore blind it got rid of her headaches.” He plucks one of the purple flowers from the beige pot on the windowsill, “Give it a try.”

You nod, pulling a mug down from the shelf before making a cup of tea. At this point you were willing to try anything, no matter how eccentric it sounded.

“Jay and I have been sorting through the boxes in the garage, we found some of your mom’s old college books in there.” He takes over making the tea, insisting you sit down at the breakfast bar.

“Oh yeah?” You hum, “Mind if I take a look at them? They might come in handy actually.”

“That’s why they’re already in a paper bag in your bedroom, by your desk.” He chuckles, passing you a steaming cup of lavender tea. “Here, I hope it works.”

“Mm, you and me both.”

Conversation flows a lot easier with your dad as you drink more, to your utmost surprise the pulsing in your skull begins to fade to a dull ache, and eventually fades to nothing. Finally.

“Holy shit.” You smile, not missing the frown plastered on your dad’s face, “Sorry, but my headache… It’s gone?”

“Really?” He’s equally shocked, “Well what do you know.”

“Mm, oh my god finally I can think straight.” You sigh, “We definitely have to stock up on lavender immediately.”

Your dad gestures to the window, “There’s a load more in the garden, your mom always made sure she had it growing.”

“I can see why, god if only I knew about this when it first started.”

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner actually, your mom always suffered with headaches I should’ve realised-“

“Hey dad can you drop me off? I’m going to the gym.” Jay jogs into the room wearing matching navy blue sweats, “How’s your head now?” He looks at you.

“Better actually, thanks.” You take another sip, lavender was an acquired taste but at least you didn’t wince at the sound of your own voice anymore.

“Oh good.” He grabs a water bottle from the fridge, “Does that mean you’re feeling well enough to go to Lisa’s party tonight?”

“That isn’t til Saturday.” You snort, “Dad do you think we could infuse vodka with lavender? Asking for a friend.”

“Today is Saturday.” They both say in sync, dumbfounded that you didn’t already know that.

“Jesus, how long was I asleep?” You mumble inwardly, Lisa had popped round on Tuesday with soup, that was four days ago.

“At one point I thought you were dead, I don’t think I’ve actually seen you once this week.” Jay says with a deadpan expression.

“Thanks for that.”

“Sooo… Lisa’s party?” He looks hopeful before throwing your dads car keys at him, earning himself a not so silent curse from his father.

“Why are you so interested in what I’m doing tonight?” You frown, seeing straight through his bullshit.

“He said I can go if you go.” Jay points to the older man.

“Don’t you have your own friends?” You mock, downing the rest of your tea. “Go do something with them.”

“They’re going to Lisa’s tonight, hence why I wanna go.” Jay’s rushing your dad to move, “You didn’t think I’d wanna hang out with you and Lisa all night did you?”

“Well definitely not me, but Lisa…” Your brows raise knowingly, “Her boyfriend’s gonna be there you know, you sure your heart can take it?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” He pushes your head as he walks past, escorting your dad with him, “That was like 10 years ago, jokes old now.”

“Okay fine if you say so, what time does it start again?”

“Seven.”

You spend the afternoon drinking lavender tea by the bucket while getting ready and checking your messages. How it was even possible you weren’t sure, but you really had done nothing but sleep for a whole fortnight, you had tonnes of text messages from everybody checking in on you and one new voicemail message that was left earlier that day.

“Hey Y/N, it’s me, Jungkook… Again. Just checking in on you, hope you’re okay. Text me when you can cause uh-, cause I need to talk to you about something. Okay, get well soon.”

Your lips purse, you felt guilty for not responding to him for so long. What were you supposed to say to him? Hi, sorry I’ve been ignoring you I’ve been dreaming about you nonstop for weeks. No, of course not. But it’s not like you can pretend everything is fine and go back to normal either. Whatever normal means for you and Jungkook. You did wonder what he wanted to speak to you about, but it didn’t occupy too much brain space until you left the house.

You hope he isn’t going tonight,

The car is nearing Lisa’s house when your dad pulls over, Jay barely said a word before jumping out the back and walking up your best friend’s driveway. Your dad gives you the talk, ‘make sure he doesn’t get too crazy, look after him, keep an eye on him’ etc. He offers you both a ride home later if you struggle to get a cab and you thank him, finally exiting the passenger seat.

The wind is cold as it wraps the top of your exposed thighs, the only area of your legs that the long black thigh-high boots you wore didn’t conceal. You were wearing a little black dress that didn’t reveal too much, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination either.

Music floods the air as Jay swings the front door open, Lisa’s home is already filled with people swaying to the beat with sweat-beaded faces. You smile at Jay who gestures to a group of boys at the back, presumably his friends, ‘it’s fine, go’ you mouth, and he leaves you standing at the bottom of the staircase alone.

It’s not long before you’re stood in the kitchen tucked away to one side, unable to find Lisa, sipping at a very large cup of vodka lemonade with a dash of lime. Parties tend to remind you of your early teenage years, getting drunk with Lisa and Jackson in a random house until curfew and having to act sober as soon as you got home. You smile fondly at the memories, it seems like such a long time ago now. You hadn’t seen Jackson since Lisa’s last party, it was a shame that with adulthood came friendship drifts and responsibilities. You missed how easy things used to be.

Attempting to find Lisa you make your way through the crowded living space, there’s fruity vape clouds polluting the air and the undeniable stench of pot. You cringe, praying to God your little brother isn’t the one responsible.

“Ah there you are! I was worried you wouldn’t come!” Lisa beams brightly, a familiar tall dark and handsome photography student by her side. “Are you feeling better now?” She asks, and you respond.

“Yeah I am thanks,” You offer a polite smile, “You look soooo great!” You gesture to her small barely clothed body, she was wearing a tiny pink cropped shirt with the word princess written across the chest and a shiny baby pink leather skirt. Her signature bedazzled white boots stomp on the hard floor with each step, she looks just like a limited edition Bratz doll.

“Doesn’t she?” Taehyung purrs from her side, towering over her. He’s wearing a light floral shirt with the top three buttons undone, black slacks and loafers. He looks like a god damn runway model, nobody else you knew could pull off this look yet there he was making it appear effortless.

It was interesting watching the two of them interact, physically it made perfect sense, their children would be spoiled, genetic lottery winners with an amazing sense of style. But there’s something about the way he looks at her, something dark and mysterious, something akin to raw sexual desire, that sparks a pang of jealousy within you. Not because you wanted Taehyung, no, you couldn’t stand him – but it would be nice, more than nice, to have somebody look at you like that.

“Does your dad know Jays here? I was gonna ask him but he ran off somewhere…” Lisa brushes past you, Taehyung in tow, to the kitchen countertop to pour more drinks.

“Yeah he knows, he’s fine with it. Thanks for checking though.” You chuckle.

“He’s basically my little brother too! Gotta look out for that little dork.” She grabs three shot glasses, and you know exactly where this night is about to go.

“Don’t let him hear you say that, he’ll cry.” You help pour each of you a shot, “I was planning on taking it easy tonight yknow… Guess that’s out the window now.”

“It went out the window the second you arrived.” Lisa claps animatedly, bouncing up and down with joy, “I’m so glad you’re feeling better! Did the pain medicine finally work?”

“No actually,” You pinch your nose in preparation of the shot, “I put lavender in my tea, weird right?”

“What the hell? Lavender?! You’re telling me prescription meds couldn’t get rid of your migraine but… Lavender did?” She looks just as baffled as you and your father this morning.

“Yep,” You neck the shot of vodka before passing Taehyung his, “Apparently my mom used to get migraines too and that’s what she did. I don’t know if its placebo or what but-“

Your eyes are drawn to Taehyung who looks visibly in thought, it’s the first time you’ve seen him look something other than horny. His brows are drawn together, eyes fixated on the shot glass he holds. It looks so tiny in his large grip.

“-Are you okay?” You gently nudge his shoulder.

And just like that he’s snapped out of it, “Of course. Bottoms up.” The liquid slides down his throat, “So lavender cured your migraine? That’s…” He cocks his head to a side, “Interesting.”

“I know it sounds made up but really, it worked!” You justify yourself to the two, eyes wide with surprise. “I feel completely fine now, it’s the weirdest thing.”

“Weird,” He agrees with a small smirk, “Very weird.”

“Well I’m very grateful it worked because it wouldn’t be a party unless my best friend was here to celebrate with me!” Lisa winks, already pouring a second round.

“Right… And what are we celebrating?” You pass her your glass.

“Umm…” She chews her lower lip, scrambling her thoughts for an answer, “Life? College? The weather? Your recovery!”

The two of you burst out laughing, making small talk about anything and everything as she pours shot, after shot, after shot… After shot. Taehyung disappears soon after the third shot, presumably annoyed because you and Lisa were known for being lightweights at the best of times, never mind after a whole bottle of vodka between you.

“I, I-, uh god…” She burps, “I should find Tae, I feel bad.”

“Have you two… yknow,” Your eyes widen, “Have you finally had a sleepover yet?”

Lisa sighs, “We’ve had… naps… Haven’t quite made it to the full sleepover yet.”

“Okay, okay, wait I don’t follow-“

“I’ve sucked his dick a few times and he’s fingered me, and I know what you’re thinking because I’m thinking it too, how fucking old is he who even fingers anyone anymore we’re not sixteen in a movie theatre but-“

“Actually I wasn’t gonna say anything…” You throw your head back to laugh and it hits something hard behind you. “Oh my god,” You jump, turning round.

Shit.

“Hi.” Jungkook stares through you with an expressionless face, “Guess you’re feeling better then?”

“Uhh, yes. Thank you for asking.”

You couldn’t ignore the icy glare he was giving you, or the equally as cold rhetorical question he spat at you between his teeth. It made sense for him to be angry, you had been ignoring him for a long time and you did just headbutt his rock hard chest, accidental or not. He looks fucking hot. He was wearing a zebra print silk shirt, the top three buttons undone just like Taehyung’s, except Jungkook wears his shirt with black jeans and a deep red bomber jacket.

“I’m gonna go-, and find Tae…” Lisa shoots you a reassuring smile, though her eyes are screaming good luck with that as she saunters off into the crowds.

You can feel your cheeks burning with equal parts embarrassment and shame, “How have you been?” You manage to smile even though you feel tiny under his dark stare.

“Fine. How have you been lately? I wouldn’t know since you’ve been ignoring me for almost three weeks.” He looks pissed, his jaw is set so tight you’re certain it’s about to snap.

“Uh-, I’m sorry.”

He scoffs, eyes never leaving your face, “Yeah, you looked really sorry about it when you were throwing shots down your neck.”

Alcohol and sheer awkwardness take over, you quickly cover your mouth but it’s pointless, you’re laughing loud enough for people to hear you and turn. You’re laughing in Jungkook’s face, and he’s looking at you, no, he’s looking through you with disgrace.

“Get off my back, I had-, I wasn’t well…” You grin, “But I feel better now! So I’m with my best-, my best friend having a good time. You need to calm down.” You sniggered, pissing him off even more.

He grips your wrist tight enough to bruise and leads you to the garden patio, “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah no shit that’s kind of the point of alcohol.” Your steps are messy as you try to keep up with his long strides. His chest is heaving up and down, he looks so fucking sexy but so so scary at the same time. “What’s with you?” You frown, “Why are you so mad at me?”

Jungkook pauses, he’s standing in front of you now, having let go of your wrist, “I really need to talk to you about something.”

“Then just talk to me instead of getting angry at me.” Your shoulders bounce, amused.

“Why are you acting like this?” He asks, a cocktail of confusion and rage evident on his annoyingly perfect features.

“Why am I acting like what?” You pinch the bridge of your nose, “You’re the one that’s mad at me… For being sick.”

“What? No,” He shakes his head, “That’s not why I’m mad. I was worried about you and you didn’t even bother to pick up your fucking phone and let me know you were alive.”

A breathy giggle escapes you before you can catch it, “I literally slept all day every day, I had a migraine. The last thing I was going to do was pick up my bright ass phone and hurt my head even more.”

“A migraine?” He repeats, and you nod. “Y/N you’re swaying, how much have you had to drink?”

“Ughhh,” You groan with an overly-dramatic eyeroll, “Just get off my back already! I’m sorry I ignored you because I was sick, but I didn’t want to speak to anybody let alone you.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He’s really mad now, his raised voice winning a few curious stares from strangers in the garden. “Let alone me?” He points to his toned chest, eyes never leaving yours.

“You’ll think I’m a freak if I tell you, it’s best you don’t know.” You try to push past him but he’s too heavy, he doesn’t budge at all, only looks down at you with an unrecognisable expression. “Get out of my way Jungkook.”

“No, I need to talk to you.” His voice is low and dry, unamused.

“And we’ve talked already, please move.”

“No.”

“Jungkook-“

“Why would I think you’re a freak? Did you really have a migraine all this time or are you lying to me?” His question catches you off guard and when you open your mouth to say something no words come out. “What’s going on Y/N?” He asks again.

“Oh my god-“ You feel like screaming, “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about? To ask-, to force me into giving you my medical history?! Yes, I had a migraine. I had it from Halloween evening until this morning, I drank tea and now I feel much better. Is that all Dr Jeon?”

He’s visibly taken aback by your drunken slurs, his eyes are wide and rounded from surprise and his profile has finally softened into a less pissed off looking version. Now he looks… Apologetic? No, now he’s pissed off again.

“I’ll talk to you about this when you’re sober.” He spits.

“Fine. Now move.” You try to push past again but he doesn’t give in, still standing in your way. “Jungkook-,” You huff, losing patience with him, “Get out of my fucking way!”

Glass shatters from behind him, Lisa’s French glass doors having just seemingly exploded out of nowhere. Jungkook turns to sound but unlike the others in the garden, yourself included, he doesn’t look scared or shocked, no, he looks as though he saw it coming. He quirks a brow and sighs, shaking his head.

“Now look at who needs to calm down.”

“What?” You scoff, “I didn’t do that! I’m standing right in front of you, there’s no way I did that. I wouldn’t damage Lisa’s mom’s property! You seriously need to get the fuck away from me.”

Lisa and Taehyung rush outside as people begin to panic and start leaving.

“Is everybody okay?!” Lisa yells, she looks worried, “What happened?!”

“It just… happened, I didn’t see anybody throw anything. I’m not sure…” You try explaining to her, not missing the way Jungkook and Taehyung appear to already be in deep conversation next to you, though you were still blocked from moving further forward. “I don’t know how it happened… Somebody must’ve smashed it, but, I didn’t-, I didn’t see…”

“Y/N it’s okay, wait are you alright?”

The next thing you know you’re falling to the floor fast, your knees buckling beneath your weight as everything turns black. Thankfully Jungkook sees this happening and rushes over, catching you in his strong arms before you hit the ground.

“Do you have a room I can lay her in?” You hear him ask before you fully black out.

Feeling oddly sober you suddenly become hyperaware of your surroundings, you’re in Lisa’s bedroom laid beneath her pink satin sheets. Taehyung and Jungkook are stood by the window, and you’re certain you just heard Lisa say she’ll be back soon and asking them to watch you.

“Lavender?” Jungkook whispers, “No, there’s no way.”

“So that window shattered all on its own did it?” Taehyung sounds irritated.

Jungkook sighs, “No, I know-, but I know for a fact she’s not a witch. Memory fog wouldn’t work on a witch.”

“Something must’ve triggered her powers since then.” Taehyung breathes, “What happened the last time you saw her?”

Jungkook takes a beat, “Nothing.”

“Hoseok said he saw you in that field with her.”

“Mm. What about it?” He sounds annoyed.

“Maybe you and her together, there…Maybe that’s what did it. Lisa said she had a migraine ever since that night. What are we supposed to do if she knows about us?”

“She doesn’t,” Jungkook exhales, “What makes you say that?”

“She’s been avoiding you right? Maybe she knows what you are.”

Silence follows.

You stir on the bed now starting to fully wake up, unsure of what’s real and what you’re dreaming at this point. There’s a dull ache in your head again earning you to groan in discomfort. Your eyes flutter open and reveal Jungkook looking at you curiously, Taehyung stands next to him but he’s too busy texting to notice that you’re awake.

“My head.” You’re quiet, “My head hurts.”

“I’m not surprised.” Taehyung looks up, “Lisa called your dad he’s on his way, your brothers waiting for you downstairs.”

“What happened?” You sit up, rubbing your sore temples.

Neither of them respond.

It’s the third cup of lavender infused tea that saves you from another hellish migraine, though a bad hangover still lingers in your sore muscles. You don’t remember much of Saturday night, it’s Tuesday now and you’ve just got home from class and your body still doesn’t feel recovered. It feels weak, as though you’ve used all your energy on something and you’re going to be permanently drained forever. It feels akin to a comedown after a wild night of heavy cocaine use. Not that you know what that feels like...Of course.

Taking a seat at your desk you sigh, feeling somewhat exhausted recently.

Ironically Jungkook’s been ignoring your messages these past few days, you’d simply apologised for causing a scene and for ignoring him, not realising he was so upset by it… Only to be ignored yourself. He wasn’t in class today either, or yesterday. The world really does have a unique way of fucking you over. At least it had been a few days since you dreamt of that red thunderstorm though, thankfully Jungkook’s face had stayed well away from your dreams recently.

Smoothing your plain beige shirt you swivel on your chair, noticing a large brown paper bag tucked neatly beneath your desk. Ah, your mom’s old college books. Figuring now was a good a time as any you reach into the bag and pull a large, red leather bound journal from the top of the pile. It was beautiful, in a is this actually a book about sadism way.

You trace your fingertips over the patterns littering the front cover, smiling to yourself at the mental image of your mom choosing this journal in a store. She would’ve been so excited about it, you wonder what made her pick this particular one. The way the details were engraved into the leather? The deep crimson red colour? Maybe it was the paper quality of the pages, they seemed pretty thick you notice as you open the book.

This journal belongs to Patsy.

You read on.

September 1st 1987

Day 21 since find out I’m a witch.

“Holy fucking shit.” You gasp, “What?”

My head is POUNDING and I mean POUNDING, I can’t eat or breathe without this ringing noise flooding my ears. It’s been three weeks since mom told me that I have powers, just like her and all the other women in our family, at first I thought it was complete bullshit because well who wouldn’t right? But the more I learn to control it, the more mom teaches me about my lineage… The more everything makes sense. I’ve always known I was different, from a very young age. And this isn’t going to be one of those ‘WOE IS ME’ diaries artificial intelligence will find and read in five thousand years’ time when humanity ceases to exist because we’ve all killed each other with our god damn egos and think to themselves WOW humans were really depressing. No, this journal is for me. I want to document this journey, I want someone to talk to about this, even if you are just a blank page. I need to get these thoughts out of my head before it explodes.

Your jaw is on the floor, eyes wide and round with disbelief. Your mom was crazy, that’s the only logical explanation, your mom was fucking crazy. Cringing and scolding yourself at the fact you’re mentally calling your dead mother a psychopath you find the strength to turn the page.

September 12th 1987

Lavender eases the pain, mom says it’s to due with it’s natural calming qualities and because we draw our powers from the Earth, there’s magic in many natural substances if you’re able to feel it. I still don’t know how to control my powers yet, the other night I was driving home and I hit every single red light there, I got so pissed off that all the traffic lights in a six mile radius exploded, someone could’ve died due to my recklessness. I know mom said it takes time, but Granny prepared her for this from a young age, she knew what she was from the age of ten and it’s just been sprung onto me out of nowhere. My powers were triggered by some loser demon who got into my head and tried to make me forget that I’d ever met him, at first I did forget but as the headaches are staring to wear off I’m remembering more and more. Apparently the headaches only last a year, that’s when we’re fully developed and at my strongest.

I’m glad mom is helping me though, I don’t know what I would do without her. She says this is more than genetics, I don’t know the full story but what I do know is that we’re related to the strongest witch ever known. Y/N. It’s a nice name really, maybe if I have a daughter one day I’ll consider it. Y/N was the witch responsible for the creation of the seven deadly sins, the seven original demons, the strongest of their kind. Nobody knows what happened to her but she’s obviously dead now and legend has it there’s only one witch who will ever be stronger than she was, and she will be born into this family, her own bloodline, it could be me for all I know! Nobody knows what Y/N looked like because obviously there was no cameras 300 years ago but as far as the books go the one who can lift her curse is said to be her doppelganger.

You slam the book shut, gasping for air as your chest grows tighter and tighter. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. This isn’t real. Is this real?

Remembering the way the glass shattered at Lisa’s party the second you got angry makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You’re a witch? No. Witches aren’t real. Are they?

Standing quickly you start to pace the bedroom floor, muscles no longer aching and instead full of adrenaline, vibrating with anxiety as the reality of this situation starts to dawn on you. The headaches, check. The glass shattering occurrence, check. Loser demon getting into your head?

Jungkook.

“Oh my god…” You clutch at your chest, eyes frantically looking for your phone.

Was this what he wanted to talk to you about? Did he know? Was he a demon? Are demons real? You exhale, head spinning. He wasn’t scared by the glass shattering, but you don’t remember much of that night after that moment. Is this why?

You scroll your contacts list until you find his name, thumb hovering over it.

No. Because if he was a demon… Demons are bad. Right? He’d never done anything ill-willed towards you, in fact he was always nice, overly nice in fact, until you ignored him anyway. No. He can’t be a demon. What even is a demon? The legends say they look just like normal people do, they can blend into a crowd easily it’s what makes them so dangerous. Is Jungkook dangerous?

Deciding against calling him you lock your phone and toss it onto the bed. God you wish you’d never read that stupid book. Did your dad know about your mom? Did anybody? Sue must’ve known they were best friends. Best friends, Lisa is your best friend she’ll understand. You scramble for your phone and send her a text:

Y/N: Are you free?

Within seconds she replies,

Lisa: Just at Taehyung’s, are u okay?

Taehyung. Taehyung noticeably freaked when you mentioned the lavender tea at the party, and he knew and lived with Jungkook… Along with-, wait… How many? Okay, there’s:

Jungkook Taehyung Jimin Hoseok Namjoon Yoongi Seokjin

Seven. Seven men. Seven men who live together and just happened to move here all at the same time... To find an old friend of theirs, who didn’t have any social media… Memories of Jungkook pushing you for information on the witch trials in the library start to make you go dizzy, all the comments he’s made about witches and demons… Always asking for your opinion on the idea of it all, every conversation finding a way to lead back to it. Of course he knew that demons can’t read fucking minds, he is one.

At least you think he is. No, he can’t be. Can he?

“What the fuck is going on?!” You almost yelled, shaky hands reaching for your phone once more.

First things first, you need to get Lisa out of that house.

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