#crossing the united states doesn't scare either of them

[lolottes]

Danny goes against Jeeves' advice to the edge of the property to see the Justice League.

Justice League non dark sees the human teenager coming out of the house alive and looking at them with suspicion

danny: …you have the wrong place for your costume party, unless it's cosplay: it seems to be good quality

the justice league dark glances at each other, they see a human teenager and a ghost who shares the same traits superimposed on each other and well as the gaze heavy with suspicion and disapproval of the sensitive house. Like the house of mystery when Constantine spills his alcohol on the floor but much much worse

You know what idea has always ENCHANTED ME?

Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?

The Deadly Magical House That Loves You™. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.

And it WANTS?

To be a HOME™.

To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.

Come live in me~

I am a good home.

I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.

I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.

But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!

But... instead?

They are hurt.

Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.

It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.

When? Who should come along?

But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...

He's TIRED.

He wants to cry.

Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?

"Free House!"

Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!

Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?

Is he really gonna do this?

......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?

Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.

The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.

House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.

He probably SHOULD have.

Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.

No one can get near it.

It's been getting BIGGER.

Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.

Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.

Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?

@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @hypewinter @hdgnj @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @lolottes

[everydayyoulovemeless]

companions of your choice react to witnessing a werewolf!player character transform?? sorry this is worded like a clickbait video

Fo3 Companions Reactions to a Werewolf!Lone

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Werewolf AU ➼ A/N » I'd watch anything with a title like that

Charon's more annoyed than anything. What's the point of hiring a bodyguard if you solo him both in strength AND height in this form? He thinks you wasted your money. He won't say anything to you directly, but when he scoffs and rolls his eyes when he first sees you. He genuinely thinks you're stupid for you to assume that he'd give you any more protection than you already give yourself. He'll follow you for as long as you hold his contract, but he's constantly thinking to himself about how you could do the jobs you order him to do and probably do them better.

Clover's a little scared of you. She hasn't seen very much of the world outside of her enslavement, but she's definitely never heard of someone like you. She won't voice it. You do own her. She's just very visibly shaken by your transformation. She's afraid to ask questions, mostly because she's not sure how exactly it works, and she doesn't want to set you off. Euology never liked it when she asked questions. So, she'll stay silent about her fears until you notice and reassure her.

Star Paladin Cross doesn't mind it as much as other Brotherhood members might, but she's still skeptical. You're abilities remind her a lot of the Enclave, and she can't help but feel off. She doesn't think you're a traitor, but she's not entirely sure you're not an experiment from one of their labs. She's incredibly suspicious about the entire thing. She doesn't mean it, but you being a werewolf puts a strain on the relationship between you and her.

Jericho loves it. His mind can't stop thinking about all the different things the two of you could get away with. You're way more intimidating in this form, and he can't wait to use that to his advantage. He may be retired, but he doesn't think his raider ways will ever leave him. Just know that if you're traveling with him, he's going to have you "influence" people in his favor, whether you intend to or not.

Butch thinks it's cool as shit, but it also leaves him very confused (and slightly concerned). If you could've done that the whole time, why hadn't you done so in the vault? He's PRAYING that you're not still upset with him for beating you that one time. He's a somewhat changed man now. Surely that means something to you. The truth is, you didn't know you could do it either. Not until you left the vault, at least. It had something to do with the moon and not being exposed to it until you were kicked. The explanation goes straight over his head, though. He's more excited about how different life on the surface is compared to below. He may even consider changing the mascot for his gang into something dealing with wolves. Who knows.

Fawkes is more ecstatic than anything. For the first time in his life, he's met someone similar to him and doesn't hate him for it. The other mutants thought he was strange, but here you are, a freak just like him, and you're not bothered by the fact that he's even slightly different than you. Not only that, but you're a scientific marvel! Fawkes has seen a few different variations of mutations in his life, but you're definitely a first. His curiosity will never not get the better of him, and he'd love to sit down and talk to you about it. How'd you become like this? Is it natural? Were you always like this? What are the limitations? You're endlessly interesting to him, and he loves that you chose him to travel with.

The moment RL-3 sees you shift, he turns hostile. While you're in your wolf form, you're an enemy to the United States, but the second you turn back, so will he. You're unfamiliar to him, so his programming only allows him to be aggressive toward you, but if you can find a way to work around those hiccups, he'll still operate as he usually does.

[tokillamockingbird427]

What do you think it would of been like for Gabe and Elias to raise the boys together as a couple?

Argghhhh they wouldn't even realize they're co-parenting for a good few months.

Then Elias is like "Wait a minute." realizes Gabe doesn't realize, and fight himself debating whether or not to tell him.

Gabe seems really happy with things how they are, and Elias is a bit scared that telling him would change things. Mostly he's afraid that Rorke might leave, or distance himself, and Elias can manage on his own, it would just... hurt.

Why Gabe might leave? Elias can't really answer. He's not sure how Gabe would handle the responsibility of being a parent. (Though he is already handling it, Elias revealing it suggests he might want some commitment on Gabes end.)

Plus, Elias isn't sure what that means for their relationship. He's comfortable. Maybe he doesn't have everything he wants but he has what he needs. That's pretty okay in his book.

Gabe kinda gets it. He realizes that the boys really do look up to him, realizes that he loves them like a dad, but he's not sure if thats a line Elias is okay with him crossing. So he sits, waits for a cue, not really sure what the "cue" is.

And yeah. He might love Elias. He's aware of that, not sure if he can confront it. Not sure if he'd ever be allowed to say it either. Gabe is his Captain after all. Not a very work-appropriate thing, falling for your lieutenant.

Not sure what the trigger would be.

Caracas has to happen.

I've referred to it as a "Nexus" point before, and that's because I consider it one of the most important events in their universe. Just like Operation: Sand Viper. The stories direction, the characters, everything hinges on something happening there. (Inciting incident in writing terms.)

So Caracas happens, Rorke falls. With one of it's pillars removed, Elias's world crumbles a little. Logan and David's world crumbles. (They're 14 & 16 respectively, when Caracas happens.)

But another nexus is the ODIN strikes. The Federation entered a truce with the US following Operation: Return to Sender, because taking out Almagro and their capital really did hurt them. For the war to kick off again, the Federation has to use ODIN to weaken the United States, tipping the playing field in their favor.

But they don't. They can't.

Real world shit here: A project like ODIN is entirely too difficult to accomplish. The United States could do it as a mega-giant in military funding, but it would be very costly. A project like that has never taken off in real life, because simply put: not enough bang for their buck. (Also Space is supposed to be neutral territory. Pretty sure NATO did a declaration.)

ODIN being scrapped before completion is more realistic than it being finished. Never gets into the building stage. The US simply chooses to remain reliant on its nuclear armament.

So since ODIN never happens, the war never kicks off again. Rorke is still in the pit, still a POW, but they can't exactly use him for much. Nothing besides information.

That's a very dangerous position to be in for Gabe. His status is wrong, he's KIA instead of WIA/POW, but no one knows that. Not anyone that cares.

From here, I can see two scenarios: Rorke breaks out himself, goes to Elias's because he has no clue where else to go. He breaks in, dead of night, raids his fucking pantry, and Logan+David catch him. He's hard to recognize because of reasons, so they go and get Dad. Elias of course, immedietly recognizes his bitchass best friend probboly eating an entire jar of peanut butter, and goes nuts. Boom. That's kinda where the line fades.

Other scenario, and my favorite of the two: Elias figures out Gabriel isn't actually dead. Maybe some defector from the Federation feels bad for the guy they're holding captive for no reason, and finds the right guy to tell, who gets it to Elias.

So now Elias knows. He'll try to go through the military first, because Rorke is a soldier and this is cross-country shit, but due to concerns over maybe triggering a war and "lack of solid evidence" Elias gets no help.

Then the Ghosts catch wind, because of course they do. Gabe was important, they keep ears for any news on him, even if it's a supposedly useless hope. Now, they're not allowed to do jack shit either, but they don't give a fuck.

Elias never goes to them for help, but they show up anyways. Because hell yeah, family.

HIJINKS. SHENANIGANS. FUCK YEAH: PLOT.

They go down, spend a while searching for the pit itself. Possible plot point: Rorke gets moved to just like, a normal prison, but like a normal high security prison. In which case the Ghosts get to do a prison break. (Keegan would love this I feel.) Any either way: They bust him out!

Now they gotta hoof it out of the fucking country because the Federations pissed they're gonna be exposed for violating a bunch of geneva conventions or something. (Also Rorke probably learned some shit while a POW. Important shit. People talk a lot when they think no one's listening.)

MORE HIJINKS AND POSSIBLY EVEN SHENANIGANS.

They get home (Just safe in the US.) and both Gabe and Elias are like "Holy shit, I gotta tell this motherfucker I'm in love with him."

Church bells.

Okay, this kinda went from trying to answer your question, to accidentally writing a fic outline instead. Uh, whoops? Enjoy.

I think them raising Logan and David together would produce the two more lawful chaotic motherfucker the US Special Forces has ever seen. Logan and Hesh would also just be terrifying and one degree away from being demigods. And Elias and Gabe would be really cute Dads.

Caracas happens but they just don't pursue Almagro and neither of them fall. Elias and Gabe both have the "Oh shit I DO love him fuck fuck fuck." moment and tell each other. The relationship is a secret for two years up until Elias retires and then they get married. Yeahhhhh.

[knackerman]

Hey KnackerMan if this is a hard question to be asked, feel free to change the subject.

What was your experience hearing about what was happening in new york 20 years ago when America was attacked?

This is a hard question for me to answer, but probably not for the reasons one might expect. I actually really don't like my answer, and part of me thinks I'm making a huge mistake for answering this honestly, but I do not want to lie. Maybe it would be better if I just stayed silent then, you might say, but that doesn't feel right either. So I'll answer this, but if you think less of me for it- well, I probably deserve it.

Let me preface this by saying that I was in high school twenty years ago.

I must have been a sophomore or junior and I was kind of a little shit-head. It would not be inaccurate to say that I was something of a goth/punk dweeb. We're talking all black ripped up cloths, black combat boots, black trench-coat, black nail polish, spiked collars, and elaborate Egyptian/skull and cross bones jewelry - the whole nine yards. I also carried around a duffle bag instead of a backpack just on the off chance I might make someone nervous - just to push them that little bit further. I didn't exactly go around kicking puppies or anything, but I thought it was funny if I made someone nervous or scared and I enjoyed giving the school administration a hard time.

I hated the world and everyone in it.

I am not proud of any of this, but that's the kind of person I was at the time.

Now, considering I was the type to rebel against pretty much any authority figure you happened to put in front of me and had a very casual and twisted philosophy concerning death, you might be able to hazard a guess as to how I responded to finding out that the World Trade Center (a place I associated with wall-street shitbags and their corrupt government puppets) had been blown up.

I didn't spare a thought for any of the innocent people involved or their families. When my English teacher told us the first tower had collapsed, my only response was, 'good' - She gave me such a horrified and concerned look that even though I was as I said, a shithead, I immediately stammered out something lame about it being 'better that the building had collapsed than fallen over on any of the nearby buildings'. It was pretty clear she didn't entirely buy it, but I didn't say anything else about it so neither did she.

(As much of an asshole as I was at the time, I actually didn't hate my English teacher all that much. She was the only other Edger Alan Poe fan that I knew, or had ever met in our little town, and I didn't really want her to realize just exactly how ambivalent I was to all human suffering except my own bullshit drama).

I'd like to say that over the days and weeks that followed I learned the error of my ways, came to appreciate the sheer enormity of what had taken place, and felt a swell of patriotic pride for the heroic men and women who worked so hard to save what lives they could on that terrible day - But I would be lying. The truth is I never really grew out of the whole 'goth phase' like everyone expected me to, and it took me a long-long time to start to develop anything like empathy or concern for my fellow man. (Sometime after I might my now wife, but that's a story for another time.)

I know for those that lost their lives or their loved ones, 9-11 was everything. A day that they could never forget even if they wanted to. For those uninvolved but with even a shred of human decency what happened was shocking, terrifying, and something that should always be remembered. For me, it was just one (admittedly surprisingly successful) terrorist attack out of thousands that were occurring all over the world all the time and there was nothing special about it except it happened in the United States - specifically New York - somewhere people had thought that they were safe, for some unknown reason. Bare in mind I was also alive for the Oklahoma City Bombing, the fall of the Branch Davidian Compound, and The Troubles in Ireland. There was a lot of bad stuff going down in the years before 9-11, so the response to me seemed like it was blown a little bit out of proportions, even though admittedly the suddenness and number of lives lost was staggering.

Having said that, to a degree I still think that its a little overblown.

'Patriot Day' is the most bizarre holiday for me given all the evil that came out of it (The Patriot Act, Guantanamo Bay, the formation of Homeland Security and the TSA, the two decades of blood spilled in Afghanistan) I sometimes think that everyone else is remembering things happening in a way that I simply don't. They seem to have taken away some grand nationalist message that for me rings incredibly hollow. The whole ritual and pageantry of the thing plays out not unlike the Two Minutes Hate, with everyone crowding around to express sentiments that we're encouraged and compelled to join in with even if it's not something we feel ourselves.

So that's the long way around to saying that my experience with hearing about the attack was stupid, awkward, and confusing - my memories more than a little colored by my own idiotic drama and disdain not just for my government, my country, and its people, but myself as well.

The slogan is 'Never Forget', but I really wish I did not remember.

[jaeminscoffee]

Drapetomania.

Drapetomania- An overwhelming urge to run away.

Pairing- Lee Taeyong x reader.

Genre- Angst, business!au

Word count- 2.73k

Warning- Mention of intake of alcohol, smoking and plans of running away.

Summary- A friend as good as ready to run away with you but you stop him dead in track, wanting solitude away from the cruelty of your world.

Ever felt like wanting to turn a blind eye towards all your responsibilities and just run away? 

The night was cold, gusty winds blowing through the open curtain of the ball room. Sounds of wine and whiskey glasses clattering filled the air. Sniffs of all sorts of cuisines from around the world had everyone's mouth watering. The entrance to the room leading up to the podium had a crimson carpet taut. All dressed fancy, women in gowns, men in tux. 

You yourself adorned a glitter black red flowing gown. Elegantly falling off your shoulder. The dress starting black, fading into red paired with a black bow heels, which was hidden by your gown pleats.

This was your life as the next head of your enterprise. Well, your father's company to be precise. It wasn't bad living in a world full of business talks, money exchange and complacency. 

Your company has earned its name as one of the top three of your country, alongside the Lee and Kim enterprises. The competition between all three companies was cut throat. All united and tranquil though, amidst all sorts of competition and the want to win, you were all acquaintances. 

All your parents dated a long time back, starting from their ancestors, passing through generations now passing onto you.

Business ran in all of your blood. 

As soon as you'd received your masters degree, your parents had immediately given you the post of the assistant manager at their company, not giving you a chance to state what your interests lie in. 

It wasn't half as bad as you'd thought it would be. You made a couple of friends going through the same as you, Lee Taeyong from the Lee Enterprise. Kim Doyoung and his younger brother Kim Jungwoo, from the Kim Corporations. Lastly, Jung Jaehyun from Jung Entertainments, CEO in training, a current partner and your fiancé. 

Yes, the Jung's and your family decided to merge ownership to create a much stronger stake.

This world, as lavish it sounds, snatches all types of freedom from you. Having money doesn't sound that bad, right? Having power sounds great, doesn't it? 

Well, it really isn't, you didn't get to enjoy the adult life you'd hoped for growing up. Not many stay beside you until you spend dollars on them either. The power either scared them or had their jealousy drive them away from you. 

Responsibilities came in one by one as a chain, giving you little to no time to breathe, adding onto that your wedding in a few months. You tried talking your way out of the arranged relationship, but it was futile. It was set once then it's set. No more turning points from there. 

The lad you're getting tied to wasn't bad, neither had he been rude to you, nor does he have that cockiness almost every other business man has. The arrogance was absent too. But rather, he was a gentleman, an absolute eye candy, a hard working young man. You were friends, as previously mentioned. You'd spoken the next day after the arrangement as you'd ran straight to the closest of your friends, Lee Taeyong, to bawl your eyes out of distaste. 

Jaehyun didn't want the marriage either, both of you were still so young, just starting your lives. 

Taeyong had to go through the same, but unlike your parents, they actually listened to him. 

That leads you to today, standing by the casement of your hotel room after exchanging a few formal greetings by the party hall, having Taeyong sit by the bed as your parents made their ments about the future of the company, possibly even announcing your marriage plan. 

"You know this hotel has a huge smoking prohibited board outside right?" Taeyong asked, clearing the air, coughing, watching you take swig after swig of your half burnt cigarette. You laugh at your friends' talks and silent complaints. This was the real you, you back talked, you screamed, you spent money on buying graphic t-shirts rather fancy clothes, you smoked, clubbed on the weekends. The real you was totally in contrast to you in front of the others. You were expected to be perfect, mannerisms on point not to disobey even.

"Yeah? And?" you said, puffing out the tobacco filled air right onto Taeyong's face, chuckling as he dramatically starts choking, exaggerating it a bit too much than required.

"I'm not going to help you when you get arrested," He said, shrugging his shoulders, standing up from the edge of the bed and standing beside you, taking the stick out of your hands, throwing it out of the window. You at him, looking up because of the height difference, "health comes first, princess" he said in feigned politeness, earning a smack on the shoulder as a reply from your end, "Oh fuck you, Lee" you reply with a petty tone having the toxic been taken from between your fingers. 

"So you dragged me all the way up to cuss at me or you have something to tell me?" he asked, breaking the silence taking over the air. You lean forward by the sill, looking outside the window as you let out a sigh, taking a whiff of the blustery night before turning towards Taeyong who already had his focus on you.

"It's about the marriage, and starting today, I-uh..I'll be taking over the company. I don't think I'm ready for it, Tae" you say, looking down at where your dress met the carpeted floor of your hotel room. 

You've had this talk with him multiple times, and he always had the same answer. What could the poor boy say anyways? 

"Y/n listen-" he was cut off by a soft knock on the door, the both of you whip your heads towards the door when the knocking occured again, "The door's unlocked!" you voice out. 

The door knob rattled the slightest, opening the wooden block by a little. "Y/n" a deep voice spoke, the door opening wider to display Jaehyun on the other end, a red velvet tux matching your clothing adorned his structure. "Jaehyun! Hey man!" Taeyong exclaimed, making his way towards the boy who stood with a wide smile after seeing his friend. "Hey Tae! Glad to see you didn't flee away from the party like you did last time" the boys laughed, embracing each other, you letting out a chuckle yourself. 

"Someone here, wouldn't let me run away until i take her along with me, I'm not stating names" Taeyong said jokingly, Jaehyun laughing at it, you poking your tongue out at the boys. 

"Can't have the spotlight taken away from the main, now can we?" Jaehyun said, the boys fist bumping at their adjoined 'tease Y/n until she's fuming' agenda. 

"Back to why I'm here, Your father's expecting you downstairs" Jaehyun looked over at you, your figure leaning against the now closed casement. "But i don't want to go down there" you reply grumpily, making your way towards the bed about to flop down, only to be stopped by Taeyong with his hands around your waist. "You're going to ruin your dress up, doll. Your mom won't let you breathe, then" he said pulling you up as you stand up right. 

"Right, almost forgot, thanks" you say, smoothing out the crease. Taeyong then pushed you towards your other friend, him catching you by your forearm. "Happy acting perfect! Oh also, all the best for the same" Taeyong said, waving as Jaehyun started pulling you out the room, ignoring your protests and whines. 

"Jae, i don't want to! They'll ask me to give speeches and you know how much i hate that!" you complain, trying to put all your weight onto the ground to make it hard for him to pull you, but he kept going with ease. "You don't really have to, we've finished that part of the day, thank the lords"

Jaehyun said, drawing a cross as you laugh at his antics. 

"Then why does father need me?" You see him pause the walk down the hallway towards the marble staircase, too fancy for your liking but already grown accustomed to it. 

"Because, they wanted to discuss something about the marriage" he said, resuming his steps. 

"What about it? There's still 7 months for it" you said, earning a sigh from the lad. This time, he stopped again, turning around to face you, gripping your shoulders in a soft, comforting grip. 

He looked at you hesitantly. Sensing something wrong, you grip his palms that rest on your shoulder, looking at him with a soft expression. "Jae.. Is something wrong?" you ask. 

"Y/n..about the marriage" he started, clearing his throat slowly then looking you straight in the eyes. "They.. My parents and yours.. They decided to.. Uh" he stopped, contemplating whether to let it out or not. 

"They decided to what? Jae just spit it out" you started to grow impatient.

"They decided to prepone our wedding"

-x-

You run down the hallway, towards the huge double doors leading to the party hall, frantically searching for your father, Jaehyun hot on your trail.

"Y/n wait up-"

"Father." you call out, finding him seated beside your mother, sipping on his whiskey. 

"Ah! If it isn't my pride! Y/n, your mom and Mrs.Jung-" he started, you cut him off. 

"Father, could i have a word with you in private?" you say, voice void of any form of emotion. 

"Of course, darling. Excuse me" he looked at the guests seated in the round table, smiling at them as you led him away from the crowd, to the hallway you'd previously run down.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He said, smile so wide it had to be fake. "You prepone the wedding?" your voice slightly quivered, crossing your fingers hoping it wasn't true. 

"Ah yes! I see Jaehyun already told you. I was thinking-" he started off again, with that honey coated voice of his. "why did you do that?" you step back, stumbling a bit. "Because the quicker the marriage, the faster the merge and more the profit, baby. It's all a full circle" he smoothened your hair out, you smack his hands away. "I'm not ready for a marriage yet, father! Two weeks? That's too early!" you scream at him, disbelief evident in your voice. "Oh of course you're ready! You're the daughter of a businessman, you're born ready!" he said, with pride, his shoulders pulled back. 

"I-i'm really not, dad. It's too soon, i don't want it. I'm going to call off the wedding-" you shakily say, turning around to make your way back to where Jaehyun stood, to be pulled back with much force. 

"Listen Y/n, It isn't about what you want or what you don't. You're ready when i say so, you get married when i say so. If you, ever, dare ruin our partnership with the Jungs, you see what you'll have to face." he said with a glare, giving you one last look before pausing to correct his bowtie, making his way back to the ballroom. 

Taeyong who had just so happened to make his way down the stairs, had unintentionally eavesdropped the entire conversation. He'd wanted nothing more than just to pull you in close, but after scanning the room, he saw your fiance standing there, by the corner, looking at Y/n then at him.

Taeyong nodded his head forward, wanting Jaehyun to come in and soothe you with comfort talks, but the latter shook his head. 

Your soon to be husband would probably be the last person you'd want to see, and so he faded back into the crowd. 

Taeyong hesitated first, having two successors seen together at a party isn't a news that should reach anyone, unless you're engaged, but seeing you let out a feeble sob, pulled his last string, and he made his way quick down the stairs, the hallway, pulling you into a tight embrace as soon as he reached you. 

"T-Taeyo-" you start between your feeble sobs, controlling yourself to not have a full on breakdown and create a scene at the party. "Shh doll, don't say anything, i heard it all" his voice calming, rubbing your back his palms in a comforting manner. "It's too e-early, Tae, i haven't even s-started living my life to th-the fullest yet and here-" you pause to inhale deeply, "-here i am, getting pulled in work after work, cutting my dreams out c-completely" you sob harder into his chest. 

"It's alright.. " he said, slowly starting to make his way out the crowded area, back up the stairs to where your rooms were located, unlocking your door upon reaching. 

"Is it? Of course it isn't Tae!" you let out louder now having the freedom to breathe normally, speak out all your pent up frustration. 

"It's just the stakes he cares about.. Not me, never has it been me and never will it be me." you spoke up before he could. 

"It was always about business. Never about me personally, and that hurts for thinking." you stop, burying your head into your palm, crying your heart out. 

Taeyong stood there, in front of you with a saddened glaze hooding his dark hazel eyes. The words you let out came from a very heartbroken, left to feel the pain alone girl. 

This is the harsh world of business and entertainment. 

He made his way closer to you, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands over your legs to get you to look at him. No vail. 

"Y/n..doll, you see, we were forced into this world prior to adulthood, no consent whatsoever, we're just robot's basically, programmed to be perfect in all aspects." he started slow. "But there's nothing we can do about it"

With that the room went silent. The only sounds being from the loud acoustic downstairs and your sobs. 

You get up from your bed all of a sudden, sadness now turning to desperation and want for freedom. You make your way into the closet, taking out your already packed luggage, stuffing in whatever was left outside. 

"I'm really not ready-" "Y/n? What are you doing?" he said, voice panicked watching his friend throw random fabrics in. "And I'm tired of this-" "Y/n stop-" "-all of this" "Y/n-" 

"I should've done this long back-"

Taeyong grew even more panicked every second passing by, it only worsened when he saw you take the luggage and make your way towards the door. He took a hold of your hand in a tight grip as you felt the air turn black around you. It was hard to breathe with all the thoughts running through your head.

"Our world." you start, not trying to break out of his grip, slowly placing your hand over his.

"Our world Taeyong.. It's too cruel, harsh and dark even." you continue, stopping midway to look around you and then back at him, "none of us are safe in this world, none of us are happy, truly." you say removing his hands gently from the grip he had on yours.

Turning around once again, Taeyong was quicker. He caught your hands the second time, in a softer grip. 

"I know." 

"I know that our world is cruel. We don't experience the same as the others but Y/n..if you'd maybe, just maybe, -"

"Maybe if you'd let me, i could be your safe space in this harsh world" 

Taeyong stated, looking at you with nothing but sincerity. 

You contemplate for a while, option tempting. You could run away and not be alone. But that would only ruin his image. You blink your tears away, shaking your head. 

"No Tae.. You don't deserve to waste your life following me. You deserve so much better than that" you said, breaking free from his grip once again, smiling at him with a heavy heart before making your way out the door.

Taeyong felt his own eyes glaze over, watching his friend walk out the door, maybe now towards the exit and out towards freedom. 

When Taeyong looked at you, he saw a reflection of himself. A helpless, broken young adult wanting nothing more than love and solitude. 

But now that you're gone, Taeyong was left alone, with no one to confide in. 

And worse, he was left without a reflection. 

[glitchkilldelphinixdj]

Mild Discourse: Of All the Things (Thesis of Anger)

Foreward: This is usually to point out discrepancies of what some things were called out to me by a different individual whose name shall not be stated upon this. This was nearly a month ago when this shit ass "barring" happened to me on three places on a famous app which I will never mention also. I had cried in frustration upon after this shit issue.

I will only mention what the discrepancies are, since I have been noticing after screenshotting of the reasons I saw, were either a bit correct at some parts or incorrect. I'm not gonna show the screenshot either since it's best to not get any criticism. I will point out my own truth in reaction to the statements seen in the screenshot privately. Each one quoted sentence is of the said problematic thing about me, and the paragraph is how I am actually answering and reacting to the said problem as honest and fair as possible.

1 "My family is on the spectrum and doesn't act like you."

That's one thing that infuriated me the most because I am a high func autie with ADHD, but each individual with autism with and/or without comorbidities has a different personality and family background, depending on where they're from. I came from a family who had a military background, specifically the Greek Navy from my dad, plus my maternal grandfather worked as a naval CB in Korea during the Cold War for the United States, prior to his death in Janurary 2019. This sometimes explain my rough, coarse, militaristic personality (henceforth why Heavenly/Monster Triangle Sciences exist and Hellspire Sciences exist, two different military factions) a bit. Plus, being in a rural community in the Southeast United States, there's not much opportunity to socialize in real life, so I pretty much veer to the Internet for socialization since there's not many local individuals who I trust.

2 "You are self-serving and arrogant"

The only times I get into self-reliance is when stuff goes into dire situations. The arrogance is from all the bullies I had encountered in the past in school times when I was a kid. I had tried to play nice with others at least and try to thicken the plot of the HTS and HSS factions during my times here, henceforth a little of the militaristic behavior I have involving order. I also pretty much had faked some of my happiness or empathy because I am trying not to put in any facade of sadness within. I somehow come up obnoxious and rude at times because I'm trying to be nice, but it goes the opposite direction of what is intended.

3 "You need to see a therapist."

Not when the 'Rona is around. The only last time I ever saw a therapist was in Georgetown of last year in Spring once over to see what I have: Autism with ADHD and some instances of paranoia. Only people who have very serious problems would usually seek therapeutic help and interventions to improve themselves and I am not one of those individuals. I've only been to speech and occupational therapy in school as a kid until I was 12, so don't assume things out of the blue that I haven't even been to a therapist. I've taken Adderall to relieve of my ADHD issues before in school, but it made my mentality so fucked up and losing my creativity, so post-school, I had to find ways to regain my creativity where I lost it in school. That's why I made a lot more OCs than what others usually made because my creativity levels amped up after I graduated from high school, away from the bad chaos, some of them were remakes of my old OCs I did in middle school (Jamine being one of my bare examples), but the Adderall overtook me of my creativity.

4 "Why would a couple of characters do self-harm on a budding f/f relationship?" (trigger warning)

Do you mean that budding m/m relationship of two different male characters, the self destructive behavior clinged by it involving with the use my two female OCs, Munphine and Jamine (pronounced Juh-mine, Jamie for short)? Listen here, I already had pretty much stopped that shit a few weeks prior to the barring and several weeks after the barring cos it was getting a bit too boring and a bit out of context, so that shit is quitted out. Both these characters had bits of dark backgrounds, pretty much involving both of their families (Jamie, involved with the death of her father and also her mother Ryuke being buried alive in a metal coffin, Munphine, whose parents whose faces were beautiful had shamed her for having an ugly facial appearance and kicked her from her town, so to cover her mouth from others to see, she uses bandages to cope that.), in general. Or do you mean the one involving my stable B8 Ghost Variant Yellow Missingno OC, Vesparada, and some other female character a few months ago? If it's already stopped weeks and/or months ago, it's already stopped. Period.

5 "You bragged about treatment of a physical problem I had."

What I was meant to say was that a medicine is suppose to help the problem, not actually treat it altogether, though with some side effects. It was an unintentionally misspoken statement, because my mind was in dire thought mode and accidentally typed too fast. I shouldn't have stated about a said medicine in the first place. I wished I thought and knew better about that. I'll leave that behind.

6 "You had guilt tripped in someone's place multiple times."

Most of the guilt tripping was unintentional at most because it's either me trying to come up with at least a statement/sentence and/or if it was a dire situation involving a decision. Some auties, like me, do have some problems making decisions, and at times, I unintentionally chose the wrong decision without thinking twice, though I do mostly think twice before I speak at some non-dire times. Sometimes I usually am impatient to my peers because I'm just excited over certain fun things coming up within my sight. I mostly never intentionally guilt tripped, lest if it's anyone I hate to be fair. I do have occasional preconditions that sometimes come in also.

7 "You had shrugged shoulders on a relationship with two different individuals."

This is me after being told at to stop and the mild shrugging of my shoulders is usually saying a way of, "Okay, I will stop digging into the nitty gritty of a certain relationship and let them do their thing." , as per se. By the words of ebony and ivory, that means I drop my guard of thought and accept it. It's been hard and rough for me to have at least a bit of attention during an RP story. I know that was nearly a couple months ago and it's best not to bring that up, since that is just an old thing. I'm a person whom does go by the cross a bit, being Greek Orthodox and all, but I'm trying my best not to scare anyone from advancing their creativity.

8 "You have been playing around with a victim."

Could you at least please elaborate this said victim and who it was? I didn't know I ever even played around with a victim nor I would recall it. It would be better for me to acknowledge who it is. I cannot fully understand certain things sometimes, lest if it's fully elaborated and stated to me. Who was this victim and how long? That's one thing that I am asking of.

Conclusion: Here on out, after the barring, I have been playing about in my garden, taking care of my own pets and whatnot to live my fullest life. It's been a bit of zen away of what happened. At least I am honestly covering what had been said and stated to me why have I been nixed from these places to others, and telling my actual side to what they had said with my utmost, undivided attention. I pretty much rest my case what I am telling my side of the actual allegations against me. There is no cover-ups or lies whatsoever of what had I said. I am literally straight-up speaking this in my own words. This ends the conclusion.

[smileyoongle]

•••(Ａ ＢＴＳ Ｏｎｅ Ｓｈｏｔ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ)•••

nσtє: thíѕ wσrk íѕ purєlч fíctíσnαl. thє fαctѕ ѕtαtєd hєrє mαч σr mαч nσt вє truє. plєαѕє dσ nσt tαkє σffєnѕє tσ ít. mαч cσntαín ѕlíght mєntíσnѕ σf dєαth αnd вlσσd. αlѕσ, wíll prσвαвlч єnd up вєíng ѕupєr lσng вut wσrth ít. чσu mαч prσcєєd.

ƤƛƦƬ ƠƝЄ: MЄMЄƝƬƠ

(ᴋɪᴍ sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ- ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ)

The rain poured heavily, thunder lighting up the sky occasionally as the trees in the forest swayed. Jin stared at the water hitting the now muddy ground, his tears being barely visible in the rain. It had been almost a couple hours since he ran out of his house, a couple hours since he had lost control of his growing powers and a couple hours since he ended up hurting his mother. He shifted his gaze to the sky above which was dark and reflected his sadness. He had been trying hard for months to control his powers but they seemed to be growing with no end.

Come home, Jin. Mother's awake and she wants to see you. You've been gone for too long.

Jin clenched his jaw when he heard his brother's voice in his head. Sometimes he really wished telepathy wasn't possible. Ignoring the pleading tone in his brother's voice, Jin blocked out that part of his mind. He saw the goosebumps on his arms but gave no mind to them. The rain didn't seem to end anytime soon and the tree under which he sat wasn't helping either. The droplets of water trickled their way between the leaves and landed on him. He took in a deep shaky breath, the image of his mother's unconscious body flashing in his mind. She was a strong witch, probably the strongest where he lived so it was a shock when she was unable to protect herself from him. While a thousand thoughts ran through his brain, the place where he sat went under some sort of change. Jin furrowed his brows and looked around to see the hues of bright pink, yellow and gold dancing in the air. It wasn't some strange natural phenomenon, it was someone's aura. He awed at the beautiful colours, wondering whose aura could be so pure.

You emerged from between the trees, scanning around the small clearing for any sign of life before your eyes landed on the black figure sitting beneath a tree. You gasped and placed your hand on your chest. "Gosh! You scared me." You stated once you saw the man's face clearly. Jin followed your every move before clearing his throat and looking away, not even caring to acknowledge you. You raised your eyebrows at his rude behaviour and moved closer to him, suddenly feeling very down and tired. Jin had other problems on his mind rather than dealing with a beautiful strange girl who probably wouldn't understand anything even if he explained. After a minute, when you refused to ignore his presence and continued to stare at him, Jin sighed and turned to face you. "What do you want?" He hissed, making you flinch. Your eyes widened at the irritation he expressed when you hadn't even done anything. You poked the inside of your cheek with your tongue in annoyance. "Maybe if you ask me politely, I'd let you know." You replied, giving him a sarcastic smile. He chuckled bitterly to himself and stood up, making you take a step backwards. You crossed your arms and glared at him. "Suit yourself." He said and shrugged, turning away to leave.

"Hey!" You yelled and jogged behind him, making him abruptly turn to you. You let out a frustrated sigh and slumped. "If you can't tell already, I'm lost. Help me get back to the town guesthouse and I'll help you with whatever your problem is." You said, looking up at him with hopeful eyes. He hesitated a little before facing away from you. "I'm headed in that direction. Follow me." He said, nodding ahead of him. You nodded and followed him quietly. But there was one thing you really despised. Silence. And before it became overbearing for you, you decided to break it. "So, mind telling me what's bothering you?" You asked, wincing when you heard him groan. Jin had hoped you would keep your mouth shut the whole way. "I don't need your help." He mumbled, pushing aside a few branches that came in his way. The rain had reduced to a drizzle now, only adding to how uncomfortable you felt in your wet clothes. You almost ran to walk beside the stranger, trying to get him to tell you why he was mad. You weren't naïve, you knew what you were doing. It was a simple trick of pushing someone to the edge only to have them catapult back at you. Seeing how upset and furious this stranger was, you really wanted to know what was wrong with him. You had dealt with a lot witches and warlocks who ended up being consumed by their powers.

"You should really tell me, I might look du-" You were interrupted by a low growl erupting from his throat. He turned to you with anger in his eyes and gritted teeth. He looked at you as if you were his prey and he wanted nothing more than to devour you, more like kill you. Your eyes started widening but you held your stance, getting ready to defend yourself incase of an anomaly. "I. Don't. Need. Your. Help!" He bellowed, involuntarily sending dark red flames at you. You quickly held your hands in front of yourself to create an invisible barrier, causing the flames to explode and hit the tree behind you. You turned just in time to see a branch falling down, jumping to the side to prevent yourself from getting hurt. Jin's jaw dropped as he took in the damage. He slowly looked down at his hands which were now shaking uncontrollably. His hands were close to being a murderer's seeing as you could have died if you hadn't been a witch. Jin was thankful for that. This was the very attack that Jin's mother had failed to protect herself from. "How did you....?" Jin asked, his voice a bare whisper making you scoff in disbelief.

Was that the first thing you ask someone you nearly killed?

"Are you kidding me right now?! What the hell were YOU thinking?" You asked, laying emphasis on the 'you'. Jin's breath became shaky as he felt his heart shatter. He did realize that you could have died but sadly, he wasn't in control of what he did. He pulled at his hair and let out a cry, falling to his knees in the process. Your anger diminished on seeing him in that state. You slowly took a step towards the weeping man and placed your hand on his head and closed your eyes, feeling him freeze from your touch. Jin's shoulders relaxed as he acknowledged all the negative energy leaving him because of you. You knew how to heal a person's mind and soul. It had taken years of work but you had become very good at it even though not everyone could do it. You opened your eyes to find him looking at you. The rain had stopped and the moon shone it's light brightly upon you both. Jin swore he could see a halo above you, believing you were an angel sent for him. Without another word, he grabbed both your hands and leaned his forehead at the back of them. "I need you to fix me." He muttered, his voice wavering a little. You bit your bottom lip and squeezed his hand assuringly, letting him know that you were gonna do whatever it took to help him.

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You tossed a pebble into the running water, the huge lake looking serene surrounded by bushes and trees of all kinds. You didn't think your little getaway from your coven would end up being so happening. It was the second time you were going to meet him, Kim Seokjin. He had told you all about him and his family when he dropped you off at your guesthouse. You knew the Kim family very well, everyone did. Mr and Mrs Kim had married under difficult circumstances due to the belief that warlocks and witches should stay divided. You never really understood why that was a problem, wasn't it better if all magic was united? You shook your head in exasperation and threw another pebble in the water, watching the ripples grow bigger and disappear in a blink. The sound of crunching of leaves grabbed your attention as you turned to see Jin walking towards you. You nodded at him, letting him know that you're aware of his presence before turning back to your temporary amusement activity.

Jin stopped in his track when he saw your lost expression. He frowned at seeing your usual annoying self being so calm. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He said out loud before closing the distance between you and himself. You glanced at him before sitting down on a rock by the lake. "Who?" You asked, looking for more pebbles around you and acting as if you were supposed to ask that question. Jin looked at you with raised eyebrows, he couldn't tell if you were joking or being serious. You looked up at him when you didn't receive a response, stifling a laugh on seeing his confused expression. Not being able to control, you laughed out loud, hitting your knee with your palm in the process. Jin rolled his eyes and sat down beside you. He thought you were upset about something, clearly he was wrong. "Here I was, thinking something went wrong with you." He mumbled, picking at the grass. You stopped laughing and smiled at him. "Who said something didn't go wrong with me?"

Jin craned his neck to look at you, your smile was intact even when telling him about your crisis. He shrugged and looked away before he could drown in your brown eyes which now sparkled in the morning sun. You sighed and fiddled with the hem of your coat, deciding if you should talk about the elephant in the room.

"I haven't done this before."

"Have you done this before?"

Your words clashed with Jin's before your eyes widened on realising what just happened. Jin scoffed while you let out a nervous chuckle. "You're making me second guess everything." He said, shaking his head. You placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it until he looked at you. You could tell he was scared about what the future held, his eyes were very good at showing you his true emotions even if he tried to hide them. "I haven't done this before, doesn't mean I don't know how to do it." You stated, seeing his eyes light up with hope. He believed you, you were Y/N Corey and the Corey witches were one of the important Salem witches who had become stronger since the hardships they faced during the Salem trials. Even if you didn't have any solution, you'd find one. You gazed at the birds in the sky, flying without a care in the world, wishing you were that free. "We'll get you through this." You muttered, praying for your words to hold some truth to them. After a final pat on his shoulder, you stood up as he followed your movements. "How's your mother?" You questioned cautiously, hoping to not upset him. Jin stiffened at the mention of his mother. He had spent the entire night with her, apologizing and promising her about getting better. He gave you a curt nod, looking at the breeze playing with your hair. "She's good. Let's get started for the day, yeah? I don't wanna delay things anymore." He answered, brushing off the dust from his pants.

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"So that's my aura?" Jin asked, looking at you intently as you explained to him about the basics that he somehow didn't know about. You nodded and hummed, pushing away a stray twig from the path. You had just told Jin about how his aura and his powers were related. "You sent red flames at me yesterday. And that signifies your inability to take control of your anger. So firstly, we need to work on that." You stated, making him nod his head. He agreed with whatever you said, he did have a hard time keeping his emotions in check. "How do we do that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you. You walked in circles as his eyes were trained on you. You tapped your chin with your pointer finger before a grin set itself on your face. "The long term solution is to give you another motive for using your powers. Recently, you used your powers only to let your anger out but that clearly, isn't helping. You need to use your power for something else. Maybe out of defense, protectiveness or.....love?" Your words came out more like a question. Jin scoffed and rolled his eyes. That was one thing he didn't believe in. Or maybe it was purely because he never felt it. Who knows.

You frowned and placed your hands on your hips. "Don't tell me you're one of those stuck up and rude introverts who does not believe in love." You gasped in realization. You had always seen people like that in movies and TV shows but this was a first. Jin chose to ignore your comment, finding it a waste of his time. He moved closer to stand in front of you, tilting his head to examine you from head to toe. You stood straighter, feeling conscious as his eyes raked over your figure. He leaned his face closer to you, raising a hand and bringing it closer to your cheek. You closed your eyes and gulped as a blush crept up your cheek. You had never stood this close to a male before. Jin smiled slightly on seeing how nervous he made you. But that moment was short lived as he flicked at your forehead, making you yelp. You opened your eyes and rubbed your forehead to ease the pain. "Stop day dreaming and tell me where to begin." He said, his tone telling you how bored he was. You smirked mischievously whilst you kept soothing the spot where he hit you. Walking proudly towards your duffle bag, you pulled out a couple of books which were too fat and heavy. You grunted as you struggled to hold them all and placed them in front of Jin on the grass. He kept staring at the books before it hit him. These were grimoires of witches from your family. "What am I supposed to do with these?" He asked, pointing at the hard covered books. You raised your eyebrows at him and scoffed. Picking them up again, you handed them to Jin without warning. He bent down a little due to the weight before standing up straight. "We won't be doing anything today. I need you to go through these grimoires. Take your time, I know it can be boring." You answered and picked up your duffle bag, hanging it across your shoulder. Jin glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever read these?" He argued, waiting to see your reaction. You turned your head slightly and hid your surprised expression. "Of course. And you know what? We were asked questions about what we read. So be ready. I'll be doing that too!" You grinned and walked away, sassily.

The next few days went by in a jiffy. Everyday you met Jin and asked him different questions along with asking him to show you how something was supposed to be done. After an entire week and half, he had read all the grimoires. He slammed the book shut and gave it to you, sighing in relief. "I feel like a school student who is preparing for a test." He said, closing his eyes and leaning back on the chair of the cafe where you both met. You glared at him and pushed the books inside your bag. You had gotten to know Jin better. He was cold but sensitive, rude without a care in the world, didn't like showing his emotions a lot. Taking a sip of your coffee, you cleared your throat and placed the cup on the table. "So from tomorrow, we'll begin your training." You stated, clasping your hands in front of you. Jin rolled his eyes at your words. Training. He was getting used to your dumb comments, sometimes enjoying them nonetheless. You glanced out through the glass which separated the people outside from you, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Meanwhile, Jin couldn't take his eyes off of you. You were gorgeous, obviously, but your inner goodness was more of a delight. You absentmindedly gnawed at your bottom lip, making Jin go wild with his imaginations. He quickly looked away when you turned to him. Sighing, you stood up as Jin followed you to leave the cafe. "What am I gonna do for the rest of the day?" You whined, not wanting to be alone when the sun hadn't even set. Jin shook his head at you, you were immature sometimes. Most of the times actually. He thought for a moment before getting an idea. "Come home with me." He offered, shrugging and looking around the streets. You whipped your head at his words, asking yourself if you heard him right. "That would....I don't-" you started with your excuses, feeling nervous. It was okay for you to be nervous anyway, you had a lot to hide from him. He cut you off and grabbed your hand, pulling you with him as he walked to his house which wasn't too far. For some reason, you didn't feel too flustered whenever he touched you. It was as if you had known him since a long time, although you were sure that had never happened.

You awed at the huge house in front of you, it looked like it came straight out of a fairytale. It's ivory walls were enhanced with creepers snaking all the way till the rooftops. You hadn't realised your mouth was open until Jin pushed it close with his finger under your chin. "You're gonna catch a fly." He said, moving towards the entrance as you followed while rolling your eyes at him. Without showing you around, he took you to his study. You held yourself back from making a snarky comment. What did he need a study for anyway? An 'oh' left your mouth as you took in the scene before you. The entire room was filled with paintings and empty canvases. You turned around in your place, trying to absorb everything at once. "You paint?!" You asked, excitedly as you moved to look at a painting closely. It was a girl sitting in the middle of a forest with flowers in her hair, caressing an injured bird in her hand. You frowned at the feeling of familiarity, it was as if you had seen this before. Jin gulped behind you, hoping you didn't remember anything. "Obviously, I paint. Didn't I say this is my study?" He retorted, looking at the fascination on your face. That painting was his favourite. It had taken him an year to get it right. Suddenly, you turned to Jin with an innocent smile on your face making Jin tense his muscles. "When will I become the subject of your paintings?" You asked, still smiling brightly. Jin gathered himself and moved closer to you, humming at your question. He mirrored your smile and tilted his head. "Never." He mumbled and backed away, watching in amusement as your smile faded and a scowl set itself on your face. "Rude." You whispered, turning around to look at the other paintings. Jin stifled a laugh on seeing how upset you were, but he knew you would go back to being your happy self. It amazed him at your capability to be smiling all the time. He found it hard to do, probably why he came off as cold to everyone. It was shocking enough that you had even talked to him. Something he was grateful for.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

"Let's begin from trying to get you to control your anger, shall we? Since I'm so good at annoying you, this shouldn't be a problem." You said, stretching your arms above your head. The next morning came along with the task of beginning your mission to help Jin. You emitted a large amount of confidence, making Jin feel excited to start. He saw this as a challenge which he was eager to win.

"Game on."

Time kept ticking but there was no progress. You both kept trying though, it wasn't in your blood to give up so easily. "Is this what you want your mom to see after everything you've put her through? I'm not sure she'd take it very well." You said out loud, seeing Jin get riled up. You had been trying to get him to control himself, only to be met with a dead end everytime. He grunted and threw a series of red bolts at you, making your eyes widen as you desperately dodged them. You weren't supposed to attack, only defend yourself without using your magic. You were already out of breath, but pausing at one place would mean getting yourself in death's way. A muffled groan left your mouth as you jumped across a rock, squeezing your eyes shut as it exploded into pieces behind you. You fell to your knees, gasping for air as Jin shut his eyes in frustration. He was continuously disappointing himself which also made him question you. Did you even know what you were doing? Or was this all simply a way to spend your time? Firstly, he didn't see how the grimoires were supposed to help him and secondly, you were too calm about this situation.

You glanced at him and pushed yourself to your feet, stumbling to sit beside where he stood. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit beside you with all your strength. He pursed his lips and stared at the setting sun, his eyes looking empty as ever. "Why are you here, Y/N?" He asked, his eyes not meeting yours. You raised your eyebrows at him, being caught off guard by his question. "What do you mean?" You returned his question with another. This isn't how you were planning for the conversation to go. "What are you doing here, in this town? You obviously don't live here." He stated, recalling when he had dropped you off at the guesthouse he knew very well. You gulped, somewhat having understood where this was going. Clearing your throat, you clenched your fists and looking at the sky before you. "I needed time away from my coven. So I decided to have a mini vacation." You answered, not feeling very satisfied with your words. Jin clenched his jaw. So this was definitely a game to you. Why else would you help him? He suddenly chuckled, making your eyes widen. "I should have known better than to trust you. Why would a powerful witch like you, help a pathetic warlock like me? Especially when you know damn well that people don't approve the union of our kinds." He sneered at you. You almost knocked him out after hearing his choice of words. It was true that people didn't think warlocks and witches should be together, but that didn't mean you should be against it too. And helping others shouldn't require some sort of motive. You were mistaken when you thought Jin was smart. Trying to stay calm, you carefully thought about what to say without making him mad.

"What are you punishing yourself for, Jin?" You inquired softly as his eyes turned to you. He frowned, waiting for you to explain what made you ask that. You sighed and rested your elbows on your knees. "You are blaming yourself for something that wasn't your fault, I can tell." You mumbled, watching his aura transform into something much gloomier. Jin tensed at the feeling of vulnerability that he felt with you. It was as if he was an open book laid out for you to read. "You don't know anything." He said, looking down at his shoes. You chuckled to yourself. He was definitely stuck up. Standing up, you grabbed your belongings which lay on the grass. "Just know that, you won't move ahead without facing the inner conflict that has been eating you up. Nothing is forgiven unless you believe otherwise." You preached before turning on your heels to leave. Jin sat still, knowing you were completely right. There was something that had been nagging at him for some years. He always tried to come to terms with it but failed. He was aware that someday he was gonna have to face it, not for anyone but for himself. "I'll wait here tomorrow at the same time. Hopefully, you still trust me. If you don't show up then I'll understand." Your words lingered in the air. Jin knew that what he said was wrong. If there was something wrong with you then his instincts would have kicked in already. Instead of being thankful, he ended up lashing at you and you still didn't fight back. But the little feeling of uncertainty still remained in his mind. It screamed at him to stay away from you because you weren't what you seemed to be. He shook his head to get rid of the many thoughts in his brain, sighing and deciding it was time to go home. He had a lot of thinking to do and he wasn't ready for it.

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You kicked the door shut and made your way to your bed, throwing yourself on the soft mattress. Just like you thought, Jin didn't come. You failed him and most importantly, you failed your coven. Humans thought witchy magic wasn't so complicated, it was only about who was capable and who wasn't. Oh how they were wrong! You had always been taught that it was important to take control of your powers before they take over you. Because once that happened, you would wish you were never born into it. Sadness washed over you along with a little relief. This was exactly what you wanted but it wasn't what you needed. After staring out the window from your position on the bed, your eyes landed on the piece of paper lying on the nightstand. You sighed and rolled over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the paper and getting ready to see what your mother had sent you this time.

thє cσvєn díѕcσvєrєd whαt hαppєnєd. чσu nєєd tσ gєt чσur αct tσgєthєr αnd mαkє hím truѕt чσu αgαín. dσ nσt fσrgєt thє rєαѕσn whч чσu αrє thєrє. чσu knσw thє cσnѕєquєncєѕ vєrч wєll.

You could almost hear her complaining to you. The letter wasn't a threat to you in any way, it was only your mother's warning. Your mother was the second most superior lady of your coven and she had done everything to protect you against the harsh world. But for some reason, you ended up being the only witch to take down a threat without any harm. Hence, your new target being Kim Seokjin. You felt a pang of guilt rush through you. You had never questioned your coven on why they wanted someone dead, completely putting all your faith in them. But after meeting Jin, you started doubting your ability to kill him. You knew he was genuinely struggling and he needed help. Also, his concern for his family made it hard for you to believe that he was on his way to become 'The Harbinger of Darkness' as your coven had so kindly put it. You shut your eyes and crushed the paper before tossing it to the side, not being able to decide what your next move was going to be.

A knock on the door made you flinch as you frowned and sat up in bed. The owner of the guesthouse never came to call you until it was time for supper. With a tired groan, you got out of bed and made your way to open the door. Your eyes widened on seeing Jin in front of you. His eyes were red and tears glistened on his cheeks, his hair was a mess and a small cut by his lips made you wince. Jin was breathing heavily as he gave you time to process what was happening. "J-jin-" before you could ask anything about his sudden appearance at your door, he engulfed you in a hug as he sobbed while burying his head in your neck. Your heart raced in your chest, wetness from his tears tainted your shirt but that wasn't the least bit of a bother to you. Jin was here after you thought he gave up on you, crying and emitting huge waves of sorrow along with calmness. It was weird and it didn't make any sense to you. Maybe he had another family issue?

"I'm not a Kim, Y/N. They aren't my family!" He cried in your neck making your face droop, completely understanding why he was like this. You brought your hands up and rubbed his back, soothing him enough but not healing his pain. Suppressing your pain at times like these never proved to be good. "Let's go in and talk, okay?" You mumbled softly on seeing Ms Lee eyeing you both suspiciously, the tolerable but nosy owner of the guesthouse where you resided. He pulled away and let you lead him inside. Sitting him down on your bed, you handed him a glass of water and gently asked him to tell you everything from the start. You listened intently as he narrated how he had heard his parents talking about his adoption and whether they should tell him about it, only to later decide against it. After ten years of keeping this information with him and persuasion from your side, he had finally gathered the courage to hear the words from his mother's mouth although he already knew they were true. He had lashed out at her, telling her how he had every right to know about this and she was no one to take decisions for him. Especially now that he knew she wasn't his real mother. This aggravated his brother and he landed a punch to Jin's face, hence, his busted lip. Your heart ached as you took it all in. This is why Jin's powers were getting the best of him, because he was barely holding himself up. How could you possibly kill him? He was probably the most innocent warlock you had met. With a sigh, you stood up and moved to stand in front of him. He looked up at you with teary eyes which made you want to cry too. You wiped his tears and gave him a smile. "Did you talk to your mother after that?" You asked as he shook his head in reply. You pursed your lips and dropped your hands by your side. "Jin, she must have been scared to tell you. Even though you are adopted, the entire family gave you nothing but love, not once making you doubt them. They didn't tell you because they were scared you would react like this and they would lose you." You tried your best explain the situation to him. Jin thought for a moment before concluding that you were right. He took his time to capture your face in his mind. Your beautiful eyes that held concern for him, the curve of your lips as they stretched into a comforting smile for him, your long hair that made him want to tangle his fingers into them and your soothing aura that made him want to hold you forever.

He shook his head and scolded himself for having these thoughts, he couldn't think about you like that. He had only just met you, he couldn't possibly like you, right? You raised an eyebrow when Jin's eyes stayed on your face, not once moving away. He cleared his throat and nodded. "You are right. I should apologize to her...." He said, looking at the carpeted floor, his eyes landing on the piece of paper that you had so carelessly discarded. You followed his gaze and internally gasped. You rushed and picked up the paper before tossing it into the bin. "I'm sorry I was gonna throw it away but then you came." You chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of your neck. Jin stood up and sighed. He walked to the door and placed his hand on the knob, getting ready to pull it open before he glanced at you. "Come with me." He stated, his words making you think you hadn't heard him clearly. "What?" You asked, gripping the hem of your shirt as your hands began to get clammy. He strode towards you. "Come with me to my house. If anything good comes out of it, you're the one to be thanked." He said with a confident voice. You let out another nervous chuckle and shook your head. "I mean that's not really- wait!" You yelped when he grabbed your wrist and started walking out of the guesthouse with you struggling to keep up behind him. You huffed at his behaviour, he hadn't even waited for your answer. This was the second time that Jin was dragging you to his house without your consent. Maybe you should report him for kidnapping. With a defeated sigh, you let him drag you to his house, preparing to hide your intentions and please the Kim family because if anyone found out what you were here for, it would be the end for you.

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You smiled on witnessing the playful banter in front of you. The huge dinner table had only 5 people sitting around it, including you. After apologizing to his family and making up with them, Jin had introduced you to everyone and it was then that his mother insisted for you to stay for dinner. Not being able to say no to the sweet woman, you stayed, hoping to find some flaws about Jin. Because if there was nothing wrong with him, then there was no way you were going to dirty your hands with an innocent man's blood. "Y/N, thank you so much for staying. It has been a long time since we had another face in this house." Said Mr Kim, smiling at you warmly. You nodded and returned it, pushing around the food in your plate. The food was delicious, no doubt, unfortunately you had lost your appetite after seeing the welcoming family that Jin had. It made you a little jealous seeing as you never had a father. He had left your mother after discovering that she was a witch, making you question the status of witches in your community. Were you that bad? The dinner went by smoothly, the occasional chatter making you feel less upset, although you wondered how everyone was so happy. Whatever had happened was definitely traumatising, but everyone pretended like it was okay. Maybe because they had a guest over. Before you could head back to your guesthouse, Ms Kim told Jin to show you the garden because she was sure you'd love it. And she wasn't wrong.

"Wow! This is just.... amazing!" You exclaimed as your eyes sparkled in the moonlight. The light breeze fanned your face as you stared at the beautifully lit garden in front of you. Jin found himself smiling at the amusement in your eyes, feeling his heart flutter. You took in a deep breath and closed your eyes, forgetting all your worries for a while. "You're sad." You opened your eyes on hearing Jin's voice. He was squinting at you as if that would tell him what was wrong with you. You chuckled nervously and looked away from him. "What makes you say that?" You said, your voice losing its usual chirpiness. Jin scoffed, staring at you in disbelief.

Did you really just ask a warlock why he thought you were sad as if he couldn't see the hues of an ugly blue surrounding you?

You mentally face palmed at your question. You had completely forgotten to cover up your ether, of course he saw it. "I am supposed to do something that I don't want to do." You stated, sighing in defeat. Jin tilted his head at your vague words, he needed more from you. You looked up at the few stars across the sky, twinkling brightly. Jin thought your eyes were indeed a reflection of those stars, he couldn't even begin to describe how beautiful you looked in that moment. Shaking his head, he pulled himself into the current situation. "And what do you mean by something?" He asked, his hands making their way into his pockets as he walked beside you. Your hands brushed against the flowers and the leaves, feeling their petals and leaves tickle you. Your brain thought about the number of things you could say, obviously you couldn't just tell him you came to kill him. "Just something. It's not like I don't want to do it, more like I .... can't do it, you know?" You explained, biting your lower lip harshly. Jin hummed beside you, trying to come up with a solution to ease your tension. He abruptly stopped in his track, startling you as you turned to him with a frown. "Help me and I'll help you. Once I'm in control of myself, I'll help you deal with whatever you have to do." He shrugged, words falling from his lips very easily. You swallowed thickly, wanting to scream at him for saying things like these. But could you blame him? He didn't even know what you were saying. You gave him a small smile and turned away, not wanting him to see the disappointment in your eyes. You found yourself being deeply concerned about Jin, you wanted to make sure he was gonna be okay. But not doing what you were asked to do would mean betraying your coven. And betrayal of the coven came with the consequence of being burned alive. It was simple, really. Kill or be killed.

"Okay then. Show me how you are now." You said, inhaling deeply and turning to him. He looked at you with a confused expression, not understanding what you meant until you held your palms out and conjured up a ball of pink and yellow, throwing it at him without any warning. Jin's eyes widened as he realised what was happening. Quickly gathering his energy, he released a long bolt at you, buzzing with his new found aura. Your ether met his, the clusters exploding into the air. You gasped on seeing the magenta energy around Jin, a sudden transformation. Magenta signified someone who was unique, creative, strong-willed but rarely understood. Jin was pure, it was finally proven to you. Jin's mouth was ajar, exploring the new colours around him. He slowly looked at you, his lips stretching into a grin as a smile graced your lips. This was the first time you were seeing him happy and it made you feel butterflies. Before you could say anything, Jin closed the distance between you and him, his eyes flitting between your lips and your eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, realising how good looking he was. You had never looked at him that way before, only now seeing his eyes mirroring yours.

Jin lifted his hand and placed it on your cheek, caressing it gently as if you were a feather. You closed your eyes when he leaned closer to you, your nose brushing his until you felt his lips on yours. Your breath hitched as he kissed you, his other hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. This was wrong, your heart and mind screamed at you to pull away but you knew it was too late. You had already fallen into the endless pit that you wanted to avoid, affection for the man in front of you completely taking over. You were so screwed.

Jin pulled away involuntarily, opening his eyes to see yours still closed. He smiled as he saw the daze he had sent you in. You couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes, afraid you'd want him more if you saw him. But you couldn't just stand there like that, you were going to have to open them. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked up at him and pulled away. Hurt flashed across his face but he didn't let it linger on for too long. "I have to go." You whispered before turning on your heel and running away from him. Jin stretched his hand out to stop you but you slipped away, his heart hurting a bit too much. Did he do something wrong? Did you not like him back? He sighed as he dragged himself back inside the house, not once stopping to glance at his family and shutting himself up in his room. Another sleepless night for a different reason, but he was okay with it.

You slammed the door shut as your lungs ached due to the continuous running you had done, not being able to stop until you were inside your room. Kim Seokjin kissed you like he wanted to. It wasn't in the spur of the moment like you had hoped. He liked you but the worst part, you liked him back. You slid down against the door, pulling your knees to your chest before tears stained your cheeks. It was absolutely impossible for you to do anything now. You didn't even want to consider killing him. Was it really so bad to want to live life like a normal person? So engrossed in your crying, you hadn't noticed the lady standing in your room. You flinched on seeing her in the dark room, quickly moving to switch on the lights. "Mother." You gulped and took a step back. She approached you with quick steps and landed her hand across your cheek, your face jolting to the side as you processed what just happened. "Why would you let this happen, Y/N? You know very well that he is a warlock and moreover, the one that you're supposed to kill. How can you like him?!" She bellowed as you sobbed. Your cheek throbbed as you held it, your head hung low in shame. This was it. Your mom had crossed the line, she had never once lifted a hand on you so you must have really upset her. Who were you kidding? Obviously you had upset her too much. At the time of fully bringing your practice into work, all witches were made to take an oath which included something along the lines of 'never interacting with a warlock, be it in any form'. Although you were made to interact with them, it was only so that you could eliminate them. After meeting Mr Kim, you were really doubting if all warlocks were bad because he certainly wasn't.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to do." You cried, covering your face with your hands as you shook your head. Your mother's heart ached on seeing her only daughter in despair. She had always made sure that you were happy, always trying her best to keep you away from the sad reality of the world. Today, she had truly failed and she knew it. She took you into her arms, your hands immediately wrapping around her neck as you cried into her chest. She rubbed your back slowly as your crying subsided into sniffles. Pulling away, she held you at arms length, her hands placed firmly on your shoulders. "Get this over with, Y/N. It'll be okay and you know it." She said softly. That's where she was wrong. In just a matter of days, you had grown used to Jin's presence. You needed him by your side, if he died because of you then would you really be okay? You pushed her hands away from your shoulders and stood up, moving to stand by the window. You wiped your cheeks and calmed your breathing. For the first time in ever, you had enough courage to stand against your coven. You were powerful enough to take them all down but you didn't want to. "I will not do it. Do what you have to do." You stated firmly, making your mother gasp. This is not what she raised you to be. "Y/N-" she started only to be interrupted by your shouting. "No! All my life I have done everything you've asked me to, never once questioning why you wanted me to finish someone. Now I realize that maybe I should have. God knows how many innocent people you made me kill. I'm a murderer because of you! And I don't want it to be like this anymore. So mother, go tell everyone what I have decided because there's nothing you can do to make me change my mind." Your chest rose and fell as you clenched your fists in anger. Your mother slowly nodded as tears welled her eyes, moving towards the door to leave.

"The coven will be here tomorrow to deal with you. So...do what you have to do." She mumbled the same words you had said. You fell on your knees as soon as she left, letting your feelings overwhelm you. The entire night, you threw things here and there, stepping on broken shards of glass and sobbing loudly, making sure to use a spell to prevent the noise from escaping the room. There was no need for you to fight your coven sisters. You just had to figure out what to do because if they really came then it wasn't just going to be your life on the line. Jin was going to die too. Crying, you fell into a deep sleep without having made a decision.

You cried as you stretched your hands infront of you, your body shivering due to the fear from what's to come. Jin stood in front of you in the same position, his cheeks tainted with tears but his face devoid of any expression. "Finish him, darling." The lady of your coven, Gina whispered behind you as you sobbed harder and shook your head. The head of Jin's treaty stood behind him too, probably mumbling the same words to him. Suddenly, you felt your hair being pulled behind, your head tilting back. "It's simple. Any one of you dies and we let the other live. It's better than to go through the shame of letting your stupid fantasy of being together be fulfilled." She hissed, pulling on your hair as you screamed in pain. "Don't you dare touch her!" Jin warned through gritted teeth as she let go of your hair and chuckled. You glanced at your mother who kneeled down a few metres away from you, her head bowing down as a tear or two escaped her eye. "I don't see how this is hard. Go on and do it. Either you both die or just one of you dies. We can take away your memories if you want. Consider yourself lucky." The man said, smirking as he walked back and forth in front of you. "Do it, Y/N. Better me than you." Jin said, making you look at him with a hurt expression. Did he really think you would do it? You shook your head furiously, hearing Jin sigh in frustration. "Y/N, I know it's hard but it's the only way. Please." He pleaded and closed his eyes, holding back the dam welling in his eyes. You heard the lady tut behind you. "Alright then, we'll do it for you both. Say your goodbyes!" She mocked and stood in front of you, closing her eyes and placing her hands on the sides of your forehead. "No!" You screamed as the pain took over.

You jolted awake, your breathing heavy as sweat trickled down your forehead. You looked around and sighed in relief. "Just a dream." You mumbled, touching your cheeks to feel the wetness on your fingers. Your eyes widened as everything came back to you in a rush. You got out of bed and got ready to head out. Grabbing everything important, you ran out of the guesthouse without acknowledging Ms Lee's scream on seeing the mess in your room.

Gasping, you reached the gates of Kim mansion, looking around in case Jin was there. You didn't really know, it was only an intuition. You made your way to the garden, eyes lighting up on seeing Jin standing in the very place you had left him last night. Frowning you called out to him, making him turn to you with wide eyes. "Y/N." He whispered, sighing in relief when you ran into his arms. He sensed your worry and hugged you back, caressing your hair to calm you down. He couldn't heal others like you but he could try. "I'm so sorry." You mumbled, scared that if you rose your voice, you would probably end up crying. He hugged you tighter and closed his eyes. At least you were in front of him now. "There's no need for you to say sorry. What I did was wrong, I should have asked you if you felt the same way ab-" he explained but you cut him off in the middle by pulling away and placing your hands on his shoulders. "I need to tell you something important." You said hurriedly, pleading him with your eyes. He nodded before grabbing your hand and taking you inside the house. You followed him to his room, admiring the corridors in the way. He closed the door behind him and you smiled at the interiors, it was so 'Jin'. Your breath hitched when you spotted it, your painting stood in the corner of the room. Taking slow steps towards it, you let your fingers linger on the strokes of the brush, surprised on seeing yourself through someone else's eyes. You recalled the scene from the painting, it was from the night when you had met. Your hair was damp and you were smiling warmly with your hand stretched out towards the viewer. A halo floated above your head and you felt like you were definitely seeing an angel.

Jin stared fondly at how you were busy admiring yourself. That was exactly how he saw you. You were his angel since the first day. He had stayed up last night, painting you on the canvas in the best way possible. He wondered how you had managed to keep him wrapped around your finger even after so long, not that you were aware of it. "So what did you have to tell me?" He asked, clearing his throat. You bit your bottom lip, anxiety kicking in. You knew Jin wasn't gonna take this well but if you had to save him then you needed to get him away from this place. "You might wanna sit down for this." You mumbled, gesturing to his bed, your eyes falling on a black amulet that had slipped out from under his shirt. He frowned but obliged anyway. You took a deep breath before beginning to explain everything.

"I didn't come to this town for any vacation. I was sent here by my coven, to kill you." You confessed, your words tasting bitter on your tongue. Jin's breathing stopped. He couldn't believe the words leaving your mouth. He swore you were too pure and innocent to be killing anybody. He didn't even have to ask you why, he understood it was probably the ill relations between witches and warlocks. His heart shattered in his chest, the only time he felt so attracted to someone resulted in everything coming back to slap him. He gulped harshly and clenched his jaw before standing up and gripping your arms and pulling you to him. You gasped at how tight his hold was, and even more when you saw his eyes. They held nothing but disappointment and guilt towards you. "Jin..." You squealed as his grip tightened. You were positive that there were gonna be bruises there. "Shut up! Just- just shut the hell up! Do you really hate me that much, Y/N? Just because I'm a warlock, does it mean I'm ruthless and a fucking psycho?!" He yelled as you whimpered, tears filling your eyes. You tried to get out of his grip, only for him to pull you closer into his chest, your nose brushed his. "If you had to kill me then why didn't you? Why did you have to make me want you, Y/N?" He questioned, his voice softening a little. Your eyes widened at his full fledged confession. Your lips quivered as you struggled to find words to say. You had really messed up everything, hadn't you?

Before you could utter a word, he harshly pushed you away, running his hands through his hair. He suddenly felt like he was spiralling back into the emotional well that he had just been rescued from. Ironical, isn't it? The one who saves you, pushes you back, just right. "I can't kill you, Jin. Because I want you too." You said, your voice being barely audible. You stared at his back, seeing him freeze in his spot. After a minute of silence, he finally turned to you. Muttering a 'fuck it' under his breath, he pushed you against a wall and kissed you. Immediately, you tangled your fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your heavy breathing echoed through the room along with the occasional hissing whenever Jin dug his fingers into your thighs. He pulled away, biting on your bottom lip, leaving you flustered and aching for him. He leaned his forehead against yours as a tear slipped down your cheek. He intertwined your fingers and looked into your eyes. "I'm not letting anyone take away the one good thing that I found." He whispered, making you cry harder. You nuzzled your face in his neck as he smiled and held you in his arms. This was the life you wanted. And you wanted it with Jin, there was no changing your mind. "We need to leave before they come and find us." You mumbled, resting your head on his chest. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "Let's go then." He replied, holding your hand and leading you out of the house.

Jin told his family about everything. His parents were afraid that everything was going to repeat itself. It still felt like yesterday to them when they had escaped the stupid rules of their covens. It had been traumatic but fruitful. They found solace in each other and that was enough for them. They assured you both that if needs be, they'd come to protect you. You nodded and thanked them, letting Jin say his goodbyes. Goodbyes never lasted for too long, the world was a small place after all.

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"No one knows about this place. It's like a secret home when I wanted to get away from everyone." Jin explained, setting down the few bags you both had. You looked around the small cabin, the cherry wood glistening in the light of the bulb, trees peeking through the window and the birds chirping outside in the forest. You hummed in content, preparing to do a cloaking spell to prevent anyone from finding you both.

Y/N. You can't hide for too long, darling. And you don't wanna know what we're gonna do once we find you.

You whimpered on hearing her voice in your head. Gina, the lady of your coven was a stubborn woman, who ended up being too selfish at times. But you never stood against her because she had taken your mother in when she was pregnant and abandoned by your father. Jin placed his hand on your shoulder making you flinch. "Hey, it's only me. Are you okay?" He inquired softly, frowning at the fear etched across your face. You closed your eyes and blocked the part of your mind which was responsible for your communication with her. "I had a dream last night." You informed Jin as he raised his eyebrow, urging you to continue. You took shaky breaths in, looking down at your boots and trying to get the story out. "Could you please just see it for yourself?" You pleaded, looking up at Jin through your lashes. His heart melted at how vulnerable you looked, he wanted to protect you and hide you from the entire world. Nodding at you, he held your hand before slipping through the barriers of your mind and finding your dream.

You observed his expressions, making guesses at what made him clench his jaw and frown. He opened his eyes calmly, glancing at your worried ones. He cupped your cheeks and told you not to worry, trying to sound as convincing as possible. You had missed the look in his eyes, they were angry. Completely understandable. But they weren't only angry, it was almost scary. He was furious at your dream. Because it wasn't just a dream, it was the reality. Unknowingly, you saw the future and you were still clueless. Jin told you to rest while he performed the cloaking spell, glancing at you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. You tried taking a nap on the couch, telling yourself again and again that you'd be fine. Jin joined you and you laid your head on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart while talking about random stuff to distract yourself. After a while, you found yourself laughing at the stories and jokes Jin told you. He enjoyed watching your eyes crinkle whenever you laughed, it was his new favourite sight. Your fingers came across an amulet that hung around his neck. It was black with hints of blue and purple. You ran your fingers across it, not noticing the way Jin's heart beat quickened. "What's this?" You asked, completely focusing your attention on how beautiful it looked. "I've had it ever since I can remember, I probably got it from my mother." He answered, knowing he left you more curious. You didn't reply, continuing to fiddle with the silver chain on which the amulet hung until something happened.

Save us. Save us. Save us.

You hurriedly got up from the couch and stared wide eyed at the amulet. You placed your hands on your ears, still hearing the whispers. "Stop!" You shouted while closing your eyes to block out everything. The agony and the defeat in the voices spread through your heart. Who did they need help from? Jin was horrified on seeing you struggle so much for he didn't have a clue as to what happened. He shook your shoulders, trying to get you out of your trance. It was then that he had felt it and he wasn't alone. The feeling of your powers leaving your body came and left like the wind. You exchanged questioning looks with Jin. "D-did you feel that?" You murmured, panic settling in your heart. This only meant one thing, they were here. The both of your heads turned to the door, straining your ears to hear any kind of chanting but there was none. And it came again, this time more strong. Dizziness took over you as you felt weaker and weaker until you fell to the floor. You saw Jin fall too, your vision becoming hazier by the second. You stretched out your hand to him, knowing this was probably the last time you were seeing him. "Jin..." You whispered before being consumed into the darkness.

You were picked up and taken to the bedroom, your unconscious self being tucked under the covers. Jin kissed your forehead and caressed your face. "Like I said, love, no one is gonna take you away from me." He whispered, admiring the way your face was illuminated by the lights streaming in through the window. It was already dark outside, the moon being the only source of light in the room. Jin gently closed the door so as to not disturb you and headed back to the small living room. He plopped down on the couch and leaned his head on the headrest, recollecting the number of things that happened since he met you. You were too innocent for your own good even though you portrayed otherwise.

He stared at the ceiling before a smirk etched itself on his lips. You, Y/N Corey, were finally his after keeping an eye on you for years. The first time Jin had seen you was when he was 17. He was wandering around the same forest where his current place of residence was located. It had been a bright sunny morning with the cheerful chirping of the birds and the calming sound of the water flowing in the river. He followed the sound of the water only to hide behind a tree on seeing you. You sat on the grass with a sad face, your hands cradling a beautiful dove with blood staining it's white wings. It was hurt and you were too. Your hair was long and decorated with colourful pansies, you were a flawless sight to him. He peeked at you from behind the bark, basking in the sunlight and wondering if you were an angel. He frowned when you placed the dove on the grass and closed your eyes while holding you palm over it's injured body. His mouth formed an 'o' when he saw the wound disappear, not that he wasn't aware of the magical world. He tilted his head as you smiled and let the dove fly away. That was when he had decided he wanted to know you. Jin didn't have many friends and he'd never had interactions with a girl before. He was curious about you and that led him to discover the extent of power he had. All these years, he had monitored your every move, along with slipping into your mind and finding out about your desires when your guard was down. He felt guilty but he couldn't help himself. He was infatuated with you since a long long time and you were obviously oblivious to this information. He saw the way your coven forced you to hate on warlocks, it wasn't good for him. But he couldn't be more proud when he found you scowling at their thoughts. Since then, everything had been carefully planned. Your coven wasn't wrong about him as they had already seen how dark seokjin's mind was. They just failed to see how you were the one he was determined to have, concluding that he probably just wanted to be more powerful. It was sad that almost everything he told you was a lie, including him being adopted. But he knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, for someone who never had a complete family. He was grateful that you never asked his family anything regarding that, probably thinking it wasn't your place to say anything. Otherwise, everything would have gone downhill from there. His family was very much his and unaware of what was going on through their son's mind.

The door to the cabin flew open but Jin didn't even flinch. Your mother walked in along with a bunch of witches and warlocks with her. Your coven lady, Gina entered last with the head of the warlock community, Bastian. The pure horror on their faces when they saw Jin sitting unbothered and completely conscious was laughable. They all had worked together to drain both of your magic and make you fall asleep. Clearly, it hadn't worked very well. "It's funny how you thought you'd be able to take me down with a handful of beginners." Jin chuckled, standing up from his place on the couch and clutching his hands behind him. Gina stared at him in disbelief, this hadn't happened before. She knew just how powerful Jin was, which is why she had decided to join hands with the warlocks. This wasn't just about getting you away from a warlock, it was more about saving you from him. "Why are you doing this, Jin? Let Y/N go! She doesn't deserve to be with someone like you." Your mother said, bravely taking a step towards him. Jin tilted his head to the side, his eyes darkening as he glared at her. The atmosphere in the room was sickening, it made everyone dizzy and weak. Bastian could tell something was wrong but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.

"And she deserves people like you? I have done nothing wrong by loving her and I don't have any intentions of letting her go back to your stupid coven." He hissed at her, clenching his fists in anger. Bastian came to stand between Jin and your mother, staring at Jin with all the confidence he had. "You do know that I can kill you with a snap of my fingers. Give the girl back and you'll live." He threatened, eyes full of disgust and hate. Bastian's eyes fell on the black amulet, concluding that maybe that was why Jin was standing unharmed in front of him. Amulets were usually enchanted with protective spells, serving as an advantage to the bearer. Without any hesitation, he clutched it to get it off Jin's neck, only to yell in pain and stumble back. Jin smirked, loving the way Bastian writhed in pain. Gina gasped and knelt down beside him, holding his hand to see what made him react like that. Agonizing screams filled her head, the kind you'd hear if you burned someone. She pulled away in an instant, staring at Jin in fear. The other witches and warlocks waited to be told what was wrong. "You-you..." Gina mumbled, not being able to get the words out of her mouth. Jin sighed in boredom, when he left town with you, this wasn't what he thought was going to happen. But then again, he hadn't exactly cloaked the cabin because he wanted nothing more than to kill all these people who were coming between you and him. "Yes, Gina, I collect souls. And not just anyone's soul, only the ones who I deem worthy." He smiled mockingly at her as everyone's face turned pale. A man who collected souls and gained power from them was believed to be untouchable. This was something that every witch wrote in her grimoire and every warlock learned about but nobody had ever seen someone like that. Myths don't always stay myths.

Your mother's eyes watered as she glanced around the room and tried to find you. Her eyes stopped on the closed door, her mind screaming at her to open it. Seeing that Jin was too distracted with everyone else, she rushed to the door, pushing it open without further delay. She sighed in relief as everyone's eyes turned to her, including Jin. He gritted his teeth, not liking it one bit that your mother had so rudely tried to disturb you. With a small smile on her face, your mother entered the room only to be stopped by an invisible barrier. She gulped, not wanting to believe that Jin had enchanted the room. Taking in a deep breath, she tried again only to be pushed back.

"No no no...Y/N! Y/N, wake up, honey! We need to go home, please wake up!" She begged, hitting the barrier while crying. Jin stormed over to her and gripped her arm, dragging her behind him while she desperately tried to free herself. "That's enough! I'm not entertaining any of you anymore." He stated, throwing your mother to the ground and spreading his arms before closing his eyes and beginning his chant.

"Adiuro te per virtutem a senioribus, ut partem alteram, a quo nunquam revertetur."

Within seconds, everyone's screams filled the room as black smoke rose above them, their souls painfully leaving their body. Your mother sat still, confused as to why nothing was happening to her. She watched as Gina and Bastian fell to the floor, their eyes completely white, making her squirm. She cried as everyone's body dropped with a thump, placing her hand over her mouth as the black smoke vanished into Jin's amulet. Everything stilled, only your mother's whimpers echoing through the room. "I won't kill you, mother. But I'll do just enough to make sure you never lay a finger on my Y/N." Jin confessed, kneeling down beside her, referring to when your mother had slapped you. He placed his hands on either sides of her head, shutting her voice out as he took away her memories. All her life flashed in front of her eyes, from the moment you were born to when she saw you soundly sleeping, oblivious to everything that was happening. "I love you, honey." She mumbled before passing out, Jin's smile being the last thing she saw.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

You woke up with a groan, your head pounding as you held onto it. Squinting, you looked at the night light streaming in through the little place where the curtain didn't cover the window. You slowly got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom, glancing around to see any signs of Jin. You heard noises from the kitchen and followed it, smiling on finding Jin cooking food. You crossed your arms and leaned on the doorframe, happy that this was something you were going to get used to. "So you can cook too?" You asked, making Jin look at you with a raised eyebrow. He wiped his hands on a hand towel before making his way to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to him, smiling at you adoringly. "Did you have a good nap?" He inquired as you nodded and leaned into his chest. Jin inhaled your scent and hugged you tighter, satisfied with the way things had turned out. You spotted the fire outside the cabin, frowning and pulling away from Jin to see it closely. You stared out the window and tried to find the cause of the fire, sighing when you didn't see anyone. "Probably some teens having a bonfire." Jin said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just burned everyone's bodies in that very fire. Shrugging you turned to him, blushing when you saw him staring at you with love struck eyes. Biting your bottom lip, you went to hug him and hid your face in his shirt. He chuckled and kissed your head, resting his chin on it. Your heart fluttered, this was probably the best you ever felt. This was home now, Jin was home and you didn't want it any other way. "Oh I almost forgot. I think your mother sent something for you. I found it lying by the door." He said, fishing out a paper from his pocket. You frowned and took it, telling Jin you'll be back as he nodded and let you go. You headed to the bedroom and shut the door, wanting to be alone. If your mother sent this, then she probably already knew where you were already. It wasn't really possible to teleport things without knowing the exact location. You quickly unfolded the paper and began to read it.

∂єαя у/и,

ɪ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ. ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ɪ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ᴇɴᴅs, ɪ'ʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs. ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴀ ᴡᴀʀʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ. ɪ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴡʜʏ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜsɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴜs, ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴜᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏ/ɴ, ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴀᴠᴇ. ғᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ sᴀғᴇ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴀsᴋ.

You sniffled, looking at the letter, flinching at the sudden knock on the door before it opened. "Dinner's rea- oh, are you okay, love?" He asked, frowning in concern. You nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, sad but happy with how everything was going. You placed the letter beneath your pillow and made your way out of the room, holding Jin's hand on the way. Jin couldn't explain how ecstatic he felt that he had take away the part of your memory right before you fell unconscious. He wasn't sure how he would explain the pleas of help that you had heard. He didn't have to deal with that anymore though. In your mind, you had only fallen asleep without any trouble. "They aren't coming after us, Jin." You stated cautiously, looking at his reaction. Obviously, he already knew. He had carefully come up with the appropriate words and made your mother write it by keeping her under a spell before sending her far from you. "Really?" He asked, faking surprise as you nodded at him. He smiled and held you hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. Hesitantly, you moved closer and placed your lips on his, giving him a short and sweet kiss. He stared at you in amusement as you cupped his cheeks. "You were worth it, Jin." You whispered before kissing him passionately. The amulet glowed, but you didn't notice. It was a memento for Jin, of everything he had done to have you but you didn't notice. Your fate was sealed then and there. Love was crazy and it made everyone crazy. Just like Jin was crazy for you. He had kept his promise of never letting you go and he was gonna make sure it stayed that way. Not even the gods above could do anything about it.

AFTER A BILLION YEARS, I FINALLY POSTED IT. UNEARTHLY: PART ONE OF SEVEN. Excuse any spellings, it's too hard to edit this cause it is too long. I hope this was okay. I have all other stories planned. Please be patient with me, THANK YOU.

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

First he asked his fans for $25k

Then Erica told him how to ask the sponsors

With a 45k per week drug habit he obviously had money to fix his car.

What happened was he said the wreck wasn't his fault and didn't deserve it.

When in fact he did.

I was talking to Invisible Marc Antony but i know where invisible is. I can always find it. Always.

So he was right next to me and i just hip,bumped him and Marc said, "oh my God that feels so good! Thank you my baby. So good and sweet that you are"

So Alex pipes up at Marc "that was mine!! Whatever that was I DESERVED it to me!!"

So Wendy went over and said "What? This?" And hip bumped his car into the wall 2x.

"I thought it was a kiss!!" Alex yelled. "They were invisible. Aw shit! I wrecked my car!"

"Probably should get it off the street then" i replied

"Guys! I need help!!"

So Wendy explained hip bumping. "It Means an agreement instead of a smile. Means a lot of work ahead. All my dad really did was pay you a compliment that you weren't doing good But you were pulling along nicely where work was involved and now you aren't. You don't deserve anything my dad does" she floated away but then turned back "and also a hip bump means she isn't interested in fixing it. You could fix it on your own. Just so you know. She's simply a fan and doesn't need Any of your shit. But if you do attempt to get with my mom and she accepts the challenge you place upon my father. Since I know what your so-called problem is besides being an alien which you do notice that house are like the alien abduction last week of them to tell you to try to get with her. Alex! Why are you risking your life! Oh poor you. You're scared but I tell you one thing she will make your end of life worse than a few scuff marks.! I tell you that for sure!!!"

"I really like you Alex i do for sure but you need to listen to Wendy" told Marc Antony

"Oh and see that's my dad and you try to get in with me and my mom you're gonna,regret it! You're gonna hate it so bad,you will cry! Yeah you!!"

"He's sitting there wishing you knew another Alex"

"Instead of taking heed to the,warning you're trying to,disguise yourself and,hide so you don't,get,embarrassed Mr. Alex Laughlin. But you need,to,take,responsibility for your actions Gabriel and I'm,not joking she's right I will,kick,your ass" i said

"Nah I'm not"

"Do not lie to me. I see right through to you. You have a solid complexity of human. So you can't pick alien. But you've made your choice in designing you. You've been given the choice to be human, Alex, unlike Matt Hagan whom I forced into humanhood. And you've made the right choice so don't let it stop you. You've almost completed the human heart in your soul,and on your own. And now your choice is to be honest with yourself. Or go onto destroy you. I don't pick destroy. I hope you know. Unless! Unless you do of co and then i will set to. Destroy you I will. Don't think any less of my ability to be able to do so because i will. The choice is yours Sir Mister Alex Laughlin and that is all i have to say to you" i told him.

He made the wrong choice.

In many ways he was more human than human.

But he made the wrong and incomplete choice which caused him to end his life. With a bullet to the brain. Where his fear and paranoia lies.

I honestly love him and in many ways feel the Earth could been better with Alex. But he did get all them NHRA kids on drugs. That was the first thing he did when he joined 5 years ago.

I had told him before. "I have a willingness to forgive you out of love and not spite. But it is your drug use only. Not the ones you give to others"

So he quit selling. But quickly text people how to go and get it. "Quit being a middle man" Marc had told him.

He didn't stop.

70% of his lives he was doing drugs and scamming people.

Not just since the 1980s but since he arrived in year 1777.

200+ years.

That is what illegal alien were given. 200 years plus one lifetime. To 7 million from Mars.

92% have failed to become human.

So.

I do love Alex. Honestly. I wish he has a place on,Earth in the future but he does not. So that is,a wish that will NEVER for eternity be granted.

Same with 92% of Martians.

They cannot visit. If they become within 100 foot of the boundary which is 3,000 miles from our atmosphere they will be warned to retreat

If even on accident they cross the boundary marker they will establish war and we will fight aggressively against them, resulting in their death.

They can never return to Earth.

I wanted to tell the truth what caused his accident.

Also, he only had a worldwide approval rate to be my husband of 29%

However upon seeing photographs of Marc Antony last night he got an immediate score of 89% approval.

So y'all intuition world wide is lacking by only 11% so that is absolutely amazing and I'm glad for you, world.

You're doing good. So well

Humans you're just about absolutely perfect.

Of the 29% only 13% world wide was of human decent. Of that 13% 72% believed he would be good to us, me, my family and the world. Because only because they believe in the power of love.

Marc and I are So proud.

Of the 11% lacking in approval of Marc Antony 82% were aliens.

World Wide 6% of HUMANS say he needs to prove he loves me and is trustworthy. That makes me super happy.

Like Marc Antony you are overprotective and beautiful.

So thank you.

He is dead because he thought 2 months pregnant was too pregnant to move to Central America and South America was certainly out. And so he died for that choice.

Since then deaths like his have been eradicated for humans only.

Just FYI. So here's the man once again in photo from. Just so yoh can smile that the mystery has truly been solved.

He loves y'all, more than you can ever know and he's never been happier in his decision to save the world. Since now hearing his approval rate.

And he wants to tell our over protective friend Snoop what his approval by humans only rate is... 92%

Which is great because Snoop is so controversial!!

Mine is.. 98%

Thus when we have no United States of America President or Vice President due to their failures we will not have either.

We will become a modern society. There's a ton of information that comes with that but...

Come on y'all already know I'm already in control. So no worries. Just be safe y'all. We all love you so much.

Things will get better. Enjoy your time off and we will keep letting you earn money.

The world will change.

It will become better. 💘