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marshmallow-phd · 3 years ago

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Stay Hidden, Stay Aware

Pairing: Jinyoung x Reader

Genre: Magic!AU, Urban Fantasy

Request: Anon: Hi! For your drabbles, can I request any type of magic au with Jinyoung from GOT7? Just for some Halloween fun :)

A/N: Its not Halloween anymore, but this magic au was a lot of fun to write! I might even continue this in the future if you all like it!

You tapped the tip of your finger against the side of the lukewarm glass of soda. Each contact flared a surge of cold through the cup to try and give the liquid new life. Tiny frost flakes appeared and disappeared like they were playing peek-a-boo. It was a small enough piece of magic to not worry about getting caught. From the hood pulled over your head to the way you were leaning back in the metal chair outside of the café, you felt you were safe, that your face was obscured.

The average people around you blissfully went on with their lunch. They smiled and chatted and scrolled through their phones without a clue of the war happening in their shadows.

There is no origin for humans like you. No one knows when magic entered the ancestors’ veins. But they do know when the rest turned on the magical. And for the past few hundred years, your kind has been hiding and running and fighting for the right to live.

Because of the Puro.

Taking their name from the Latin word to cleanse or purify, the organization made that their sole mission, their sole reason for existing. They were determined to cleanse the Earth of magic. Funny how they had yet to succeed in that. But you weren’t too keen on dying so you kept your head down. No big magic, no attention seeking. Stay unseen, stay aware. A near flawless formula.

As a deep sigh left your lips, you decided it was time to move. Lingering brought attention. The plate in front of you was empty and the soda was flat. So, after throwing down a few bills, you stood, cringing at the loud, high pitch scrape of the legs against the concrete. Hands in your pockets, you walked down the street, away from the cafe and the traces of your existence.

You had no destination in mind. Only to keep moving.

A block up and across the road, a teenager refused to pay attention. Their eyes were glued to their phone which naturally meant that they barely glanced at the flashing crosswalk hand. Barely four steps into the street, the flashing hand became solid and a speeding car headed towards the newly green traffic light. You gritted your teeth and summoned a powerful enough wind that when you waved your hand, the teenager was pushed back, landing on their butt on the hard sidewalk. But they were out of harm’s way. And the vehicle rolled on through the intersection, completely unaware of the accident narrowly avoided. Hunching down, you continued on.

Acting out like that was dangerous. It brought attention and curiosity. But damn it, you couldn’t let someone get hurt - or even killed - when you could stop it.

Stupid moral compass.

While your thoughts were scolding your actions, a hand reached out and pulled you into the shadowy alleyway. Your head collided with the brick wall, sending your mind into a dizzying spin. Both arms were pinned by your side. No magic to get you out of this.

The idiot who thought he could take you stared you down.

“It's not smart to do that out in the open.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Your eyes were wide as you tried to play it off. “Do what?”

He smirked. “Really going to play that game?” His hickory brown eyes flickered towards the street. “Lucky teen to get knocked down by nothing before the car could hit.”

Not so lucky idiot.

When his eyes left yours, his grip slackened. Snapping your wrist up, you broke free and hit his chest, your palm sending frost across his shirt. The attack took him by surprise. It was enough for you to take off down the alleyway to safety. The hood slipped from your head, but you couldn’t risk the distraction of putting it back.

Dodging dumpsters and decaying crates, you ran for your life. The Puro had found you. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The Puro was right on your heels. With the mere seconds you could spare, you turned and sent debris flying, aiming for his face. The agility of this guy was insane. He was able to jump out of the way before the garbage could knock him over. During one of your throws, a pipe leaning against the wall rattled and fell unnaturally into your path. Your foot caught the rounded edge and you slipped.

The Puro lept at the opportunity, grabbing your arm and slamming you against the wall. You fought and kicked to try and get loose again, but he’d learned. Sweat dripped down the side of his face; his breath hurried and shallow. He leaned in and spoke in a low voice.

“Stop fighting.” He gritted his teeth and adjusted his grip. “I’m not Puro. I’m one of you.”

The fight in you paused at that. But it could be a trick. “Prove it.”

He sighed. “I’m going to let your left hand go, okay? But please don’t hit me again.” A second ticked and you nodded. Like he promised, he released your left wrist. You waited for the blow, for the knife to slice through your stomach. It never came.

Instead, he raised his hand to your eye level, clicked his fingers, and sparked a flame, blue and brilliant.

Relief helped every one of your muscles relax. You weren’t going to die. Yet. Feeling your fight leave, he let go of your other wrist. It was a rarity to meet another person like yourself. All of you tended to isolate. Numbers gave way to notice.

Extinguishing the flame, he stepped back and smiled. “I’m Jinyoung.” He held out his hand.

You took it with a straight face, his fingers now cool to the touch. “(Y/n).” You dropped his hand and folded your arms. “You know, most of us try to avoid each other, not chase them down in broad daylight.”

“Yeah, you’re right, most do. At least, they used to.”

That comment made you frown. “Used to?”

“That’s why I was trying to talk to you.”

“Hell of a way to do it,” you snapped. He wasn’t fazed.

“Can’t be too careful.” Lowering his voice, he went on, “We’re gathering.”

You looked at him up and down, taking in his less than impressive stature. Still, he was handsome. The kind that got you into trouble. “Thanks, but I’m not interested in any magical convention to talk about our near death experiences with the Puro.”

Hoping that would be the end of it, you started to walk away. But Jinyoung caught your arm after half a step.

“We’re trying to end this war for good.”

You still wanted to leave. However, you decided to hear him out. For a few more seconds, at least.

“I’ve been watching you - it's not that creepy,” he jumped in when you opened your mouth. “I just needed to know where you stood.” The corner of his lip lifted. “You help people. You use your gift for good. People like us deserve to live. But we have to fight for it. Are you willing to do that?”

It was enticing. How could it not be? The idea of no longer running felt like a dream. One that you once thought impossible, always out of reach.

But your instincts since you were born were always to run. Could you change that easily?

Before you could answer, two silhouettes appeared at the end of the alley. Familiar sticks that sparked and spat out blue flickers of electricity sat threateningly in their hands.

“Time to run.”

Jinyoung took your hand as he waved his other through the air. Behind you, a portal opened up, stealing a gasp from your lips. Only the fully trained were able to summon a portal this steady. Jinyoung gave you no chance to take in. He yanked you through just as the Puro pounced.

The portal closed, leaving you safe.

“Where are we?” you demanded, though you refused to let go of his hand.

He smiled at you fully as he said, “Our safe haven.”

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moccahobi · 2 years ago

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Buried Truths [Chapter 3]

Summery: A Jackson Wang party. Normally you wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole. Tonight though, you were going to help your best friend, Youngjae, confess to his long term crush. He would be leaving the party tonight with a date. You didn’t expect to be forced to spend time with people you never wanted to see again. Oh, how many secrets would be revealed tonight?

Pairing: Youngjae x Jaeboem, Acesexual!Reader x Jinyoung (somewhat?)

Rating: 17+

Series warnings: gore, mildly toxic actions

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Supernatural AU, horror, angst, alcohol

A/N: Whoot! This has been my first finished series in a while! I am so thankful to have been able to write it and post it so close together. I hope to have more series and fics up soon (other than AFBTTYA) but also AFBTTYA is my top priority atm and this series took me roughly a year to make. It twas so fun to make though!

A/N2: Thank you so so much to @ssaboala for reading this fic over for me! Her comments and assurance helped me so much!

Chapter 2 < Masterlist

You must’ve played with her for a long while but you don't fully remember. In fact, the next thing you remembered was two people struggling to carry you down the stairs, exhaustion seeping from every pore of your body. You felt like a rag doll limply lolling around as they moved. Pain was simmering in every part of your body and your ankle hurt 100x more than before.

“Hyung. I understand that you don’t want to break anything… but we need to fucking go. She was… I don’t know. She was saying some strange stuff. Scary stuff. I-” Bambam was one of the people carrying you. He panted as he spoke, struggling to talk and carry you at the same time.

You should get up…

“I don’t think it is a concussion. I think it was ghosts! She’s possessed. Saying ‘Appa says I can’t leave’ and other scary nonsensical shit.”

Yugyeom was the other person carrying you.

Jinyoung, nor Youngjae, nor Jackson came to help you.

You should get up…

“That sounds like we need to worry about head trauma… We need to go.” Jinyoung said, worry evident in his voice… he still cares about you.

“Permission to break a window now?” Mark asked.

Jackson sighed, “Fine… but let's do one in the kitchen where I can try to claim it was robbers or some shit.”

You imagine they set out for that, the sound of glass shattering and people continuing to move… but you didn’t lift your head or open your eyes or anything.

You should get up…

You were lifted up and set on a hard surface.

You should get up…

All the sudden, searing pain roared through your body as if someone had lit your nerves on fire, forcing a scream out of you from the sheer pain of it all. You thrashed around, trying by any means to rid yourself of the pain. With a loud THUMP, you fell on to the floor, sparking another wave of searing pain emanating from your arm. No one could contain you as the scream tore up your vocal chords and the shattered glass ripped your skin open.

The house was screaming too, shaking some pain off of itself as well. A loud crash came from the main space you were currently as the cabinets rattled angrily.

People were screaming in fear or pain or anger or something, you couldn’t tell, your ears ringing and mind fuzzy. By the time your body had calmed down again, you were laying on the uneven ground of the main space again. The chair you were sitting in earlier was shattered along with the railing leading up to the second floor.

Jinyoung was looking at your leg, a worried expression on his face as he examined something. Others were sitting around you, panting and staring worriedly.

“Will she be ok, hyung?” Bambam asked, wincing as he took a look at your leg.

You groaned and tried to sit up, only for Youngjae to stop you with a shake of his head, “You’ll be ok, Y/n-ah but please rest a bit more until we know how to get out of here. You’re hurt enough as it is.”

Confusion swelled in you at that. Sure, you were sore but hurt? Maybe it made sense with how much pain you were in. You nodded and looked around before speaking, “What happened? What’s wrong with me?”

“Well… I think it’s safe to assume you have a concussion and possibly a broken elbow.” Jinyoung started and sighed, “And I think you have a burn on your ankle… but I am really struggling to believe what I am seeing.”

Your heartbeat picked up as he spoke. What the hell happened?

“It looks like a handprint, noona.” Bambam whispered, his voice shaky and uncertain. You sat up suddenly at that, much to Youngjae’s protest, your world spinning as you did. Holy shit. Jinyoung was probably right about the concussion.

After a solid two minutes of waiting for the spinning to stop, you were met with a glaring red and puffy handprint staring at you… What the fuck?

A scream welled up in you as you stared at it but no words came out. You needed to leave asap. Holy shit. Holy shit. This… this wasn’t natural… this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t… this couldn’t be real.

The angry handprint stole your breath and taunted you, begging you to try to explain whatever the hell happened. You couldn’t though and as you slowly looked around the room, you knew no one else could. They were all as scared as you, maybe more. Somehow, it seemed as if those you’d been closest with still cared for you too… They didn’t need to know you were scared or in pain. This was a reassurance that you could give them.

Stealing all the energy you could, you sighed and shook your head, “It is odd. Luckily, I feel fine,” to further sell the lie, you reached out and touched the irritated skin which throbbed in time with the rest of your body under your touch, “My ankle isn’t even in pain anymore. I promise that I’m fine and this worry won’t help with getting us out so,” You stood up suddenly, sighing and shaking your shoulders as if you were warming up while you waited for your world to stop spinning.

“I don’t trust your promises.” Jinyoung said, eyeing your ankle from where he was sitting on the ground.

His words cut you like a knife, salt being added to the wound as Jackson and Youngjae scoffed and came closer to help support you… which despite your verbal protests, you were thankful for their support.

“I for one am wanting to believe Y/n-ssi.” Mark cut in his hair tasseled and a small scrape on his face showed that whatever happened earlier had tried to get him too, “I don’t know if you all noticed but whatever the fuck happened a little while ago wasn’t natural. I don’t want to stick around for it any longer. You most definitely need medical attention, Y/n-ssi, but if you think you’re fine for us to start trying to leave, I will believe you. Get me out of here.”

You looked around at others, Yugyeom looking up at you from where he was laying in the fetal position, his eyes red and wide with hope. Bambam was watching you from a distance, his arms crossed defensively.

“You k-know what’s happening? A ghost! We are i-in a haunted hou-house! I-” Yugyeom stopped talking suddenly, his quick breaths overpowering his ability to speak. Soon enough, he started hyperventilating and crying, his body shaking violently.

Pushing through your swirling vision, you went over to him and sat down, talking quietly to him to try to ground him, not even daring to touch Yugyeom. You’d seen enough panic attacks… you had enough panic attacks to know that touching him could have bad effects and by now, he had to ride the wave of his panic attack. At some point while you were trying to comfort Yugyeom, some of the others left the room. Whether it was to give him space or to look for an exit, you didn’t know and didn’t care. The less people, the better.

After maybe ten minutes of Yugyeom riding out his panic attack, he seemed to finally calm down some. His eyes were red and glassy and there was snot running down his face like dog slobber but he was breathing calmer and had even taken a moment to readjust himself to lean into you for comfort. By this point, you were alone with him. Jackson and Jinyoung had left to join the others at some point while you comforted Yugyeom.

“Thank you.” He croaked out at one point, wiping his snot onto his shirt sleeve as he sat up and looked at you.

“Of course. I know how horrible they can be.”

Yugyeom nodded, “Do you have them often?”

“Not any more but I used to have them a few times a day. It was brutal and debilitating.”

“I can imagine. I don’t like this at all.” He said, readjusting his position to be leaning in your lap, “What changed?”

“Leaving the stressful environment I was in… and a lot of therapy.” You laughed at that, “Go once a week and it helps me so much.”

“Yeah. I am in therapy now… Probably will need to work through today too.” Yugyeom laughed quietly and took a deep sigh.

“Possibly.”

“I hope my therapist believes in ghosts and doesn’t think this is some sort of drugged up dream.”

You nodded, “I think my therapist would more quickly believe I had a super realistic stress nightmare than that ghosts trapped us in an abandoned house.”

The two of you shared a look and laughed, a small and warm silence hugging you as you shared this intimate moment. Somehow, the house didn’t feel nearly as scary in that moment, the warped shadows weren’t as sharp and daunting and the pain that bound your body felt much lighter. It felt nice to crack jokes about this warped situation and therapy. So often you found yourself struggling to make jokes and somehow Yugyeom was bringing them out naturally. It was a nice change.

“You know… I don’t think anyone is really mad at you and Jackson hyung hiding being siblings. More so shocked… maybe a little upset but I think they’ll get over it.”

You stared at him in surprise at the sudden topic change. This wasn’t what you expected to talk about after he had a panic attack… Maybe about the possibility of ghosts or if he was feeling better… but not *this*.

Nodding slowly, you spoke, “Ok… How about we find everyone else? I think both of us want to leave ASAP.”

Slowly, you and Yugyeom got up and walked into the kitchen in hopes of finding the others. Despite the possibility of them answering, neither of you called out to others, the silence that was blanketing the house felt like it shouldn’t be broken… Although maybe that was because you and Yugyeom were too tired to walk and speak out. Maybe that was you projecting on him though.

This was the first time you’ve been around Yugyeom so maybe he was used to panic attacks or was able to bounce back and it was only you who struggled so much after them.

“You’ve calmed down! Glad to see. How are you feeling?” You jumped as someone behind you asked.

Jinyoung.

“I am feeling better,” Yugyeom turned to you and bowed, “Thank you so much Y/n-ssi for helping out.”

Flustered, you nodded soundlessly. Yugyeom was quite the character you were learning. He seemed cool though and you found yourself feeling a little sad that you weren’t friends with him or most of the others in this group. After tonight, they’d all stay a friend group tied closer together from this experience, but you’d be Youngjae’s best friend and Jackson’s little sister that had a blind date with Jinyoung…

Jinyoung.

You looked over at him, more guilt pooling in your stomach. The date went well. Wonderful even. You just so happened to also realize you were aromantic during it… and instead of responding to his excited texts after that night, you simply ghosted him. Through that, he was still being so kind and caring to you tonight and hadn’t even told anyone about all the bull shit you’ve done to him.

“Are you ok, Y/n-ssi?” Jinyoung asked, interrupting your guilt spiral.

“Oh. I am fine. Where is everyone?”

“We’re in the study talking through a plan.”

You nodded, following Yugyeom as he started walking towards the study but before you could leave the room, Jinyoung’s hand was out in front of you. His face was pleading as he looked at Yugyeom walking away and you felt that talking with him for a little was the least you could do for him after everything he’s done for you. Quickly, Yugyeom disappeared from earshot and Jinyoung finally turned to look at you.

“How are you doing?” He asked, his eyes scanned you worriedly and it felt like they were looking deep into your soul.

“I’m doing… I want to leave this place and get medical attention.”

He nodded, “I take it that you are feeling quite a lot of pain?”

You nodded, “Physically… and mentally. I… I didn’t expect to see you again.”

Were you really going to have this conversation right now?

Maybe now wasn’t the right time… but so much has happened tonight… might as well add another thing to the list.

Jinyoung looked shocked at his comment, his brows knitting together tightly as he crossed his arms defensively, “I didn’t expect to see you again ever again either. What you did was pretty shitty, you know?”

Nodding, you looked away, “I know. It was super unfair to you. I am sorry.”

“Why’d you do it?” He looked hurt as he asked, “Did I do something wrong? I kept trying to figure out what happened but I wouldn’t think of anything… I had a lot of fun on our date.”

You sighed, “I did too. But our date made me realize something and I didn’t know how to share… I just kind of ran and it was super shitty of me. I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said. What did you realize?”

Fuck.

Of course he’d ask… and he deserved to know… even if you struggled to tell Youngjae and hadn’t told anyone else since. He was a good person and deserved to know.

Closing your eyes, you stole your confidence to speak again, “That I’m aromantic and asexual. It wasn’t you specifically so please don’t take it as our date was so bad or something… I’ve been on a few dates and didn’t feel attraction and I had so much fun with you but still struggled so much to feel any romantic attraction and then, like, after two weeks of struggling to do or say anything I realized that I might be aroace and by then I hadn’t responded to your message in, like, five days and it became harder and harder to--”

Jinyoung’s hand on your arm stopped you, your eyes flying open with shock only to be met with kind misty eyes and a big smile, “Thank you for telling me. It must’ve been hard to say. I am sorry if I put any stress on you tonight by being here.”

“I-- What?” You stared up at him, not fully processing what he had said.

He… was thanking you and apologizing?

Why?

You were the one who needed to apologize.

“Fuck. Why do you have to be so kind?!” You whined when your brain fully processed what he’d said.

Jinyoung laughed at that and pulled you into a soft hug, “Have you told many others?”

“Only you and Youngjae… and you’ve not really caused me any stress today, Jinyoung-ssi. You’ve been nothing but kind and any stress I’ve had was caused by my own stupidity to not--”

“Coming out is hard. Sure I would’ve loved a message but I understand why you didn’t…” He trailed off, worrying his lower lip as he thought over what to say next, “Could we be friends after tonight?”

You smiled at that. Jinyoung was such an amazing person, holy shit.

“I’d love that. Thank you for not being upset.”

“Of course. Now, let’s get back to the group. I don’t want them to worry about us.”

Nodding, you followed Jinyoung as he made his way to the study, a musty windowless room full of empty and rotting shelfs. Some people had lit their flashlights and set them throughout the space as they talked quietly.

“I really think it’s bullshit that there’s a ghost here. That earthquake was a coincidence. Let’s try the window again.” Jaeboem said, running his hand through his hair worriedly as he looked around the room.

Mark nodded in agreement.

You butt in as you slowly sat down, focusing on your words as your world spun violently, “I mean… I think it could be. I don’t think any of you touched my ankle tonight and yet I have a large ass handprint on it where I swear I felt something grab and pull me down the stairs.”

“I am sure there’s an explanation for that though. Maybe some odd clothes made the mark or you hit it against something.” Mark said, shaking his head.

Yugyeom scoffed at that, "I find that highly unlikely. Besides, Y/n-ssi was saying some strange stuff when she was upstairs. Stuff about her father not liking guests in the house. I kind of thought that was some of her homelife slipping out but we’ve met her father before and he’s so kind and doesn’t care about that stuff.”

Your body went cold at Yugyeom’s comment. You barely remembered making it up the stairs… what had you done up there even?

What else did you say?

Why didn’t you remember any of it?

Jackson nodded at that, “He’s the kindest extrovert I’ve met! Always pushed for her to bring more people over. He’s glad she lives in a dorm now since that gets her out and social more.”

You winced at that, the icy cold feeling gripping you growing as you glanced over at Bambam and Youngjae to catch them looking at you as well… They didn’t seem to be sharing your little secret which is good.

“You also mentioned something about the basement, noona… something about--”

*MEEEEOOOOOOOOW*

You all looked up to see the same ewok-esque cat as earlier. The same cat that led you to this house and that you followed in. It looked you in the eyes and blinked slowly before turning around and walking away slowly.

Calmness washed over you as you watched it walk and you felt the need to follow it. You didn’t move though and nor did anyone else, everyone seemed frozen as the cat let out another loud *meow* and walked back in. It rubbed against your body, its warmth seeping into you for a second before the cold air hit you again as it stepped away and looked at you expectantly.

Slowly, you stood up, your eyes glued on the cat as your world vinyetted and head grew fuzzy. It took everything in you to stay standing and then some because when your world came back to you and your brain cleared, Youngjae was holding onto you tightly as you leaned into him. When you looked up at him, he nodded and squeezed you closer to him for a split second before letting go.

“We should follow them. I think it has something to show us.”

No one said anything, all seemingly too stunned to counter as they slowly got up. The cat walked away, its primordial pouch swaying back and forth as it sauntered away and towards the basement door.

Were you really going to follow some random cat to try to get out of this house?

Seems like it.

Stealing all the confidence you could, you followed the cat as it entered the basement landing. The room felt colder than it had when you were in it earlier tonight and the shadows seemed even more dangerous and scary. You pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight, thankful that there was still plenty of charge that you could rely on… if only you had cellular service. A dark and overwhelming presence seemed to push down on you at that thought. Suddenly, it didn’t feel likely that the lack of cellular wasn’t due to whatever was in this house.

You didn’t want to go into the basement anymore. Panic rose in your throat as something was telling you that it’d be dangerous to go into the basement. This was a bad idea… a really bad idea… You looked back at the others, pain shooting up your neck as you did. They looked tired and scared, and following a cat into the basement is a very… unreal thing to do but they also looked hopeful… You had to do this for them.

“Do you want help down the stairs, Y/n-ssi?” Mark asked, walking closer to you.

You nodded. You didn't have the strength to say something as he linked arms with you, the two of you continuing to lead the way into the basement. The stairs felt rickety and unsafe, your legs almost giving out repeatedly as you traversed them.

“Are you feeling ok?” Mark asked quietly as you two neared the basement floor.

“I am doing. Thank you for your help.” You said, somehow finding a small smile growing on your face at his considerateness.

He nodded, sighing in relief as the two of you made it to the basement floor. Despite being on more solid ground, he didn’t unlink your arms or move away from you, instead looking around the space cautiously as if he was seeing the basement in a different light now. It did look quite different though. The shadows felt harsher, like they might reach out to grab you if you got too close.

You turned around and watched as everyone made it down the stairs, thankful that everyone was still together. Sighing lightly, you turned around to try to look for the cat again. It led you down here, it better not leave you now. The air seemed electric with tension as you looked around, your eyes straining to see any glow of light that may be the cat’s eyes.

BANG!

Darkness washed over you like a heavy blanket. Someone screamed, though you had no idea who, and as you looked around, you tried to find anyone and anything other than Mark in the thick darkness. You couldn't see anything. After some movement, the basement lit up once again and you saw everyone looking around scared.

Jinyoung had turned on his flashlight and Youngjae was comforting Bambam, who was huddled on the floor shaking.

“What the fuck happened?” Mark asked, looking around the room as if he could find answers there.

“A draft?” Jaeboem responded, seemingly unsure of what he was even suggesting.

“I don't think so... It's not been too windy out, and the front door is closed so the draft had to have come from wind inside… which isn't too plausible.” Jackson said with a shake of his head, turning on his own flashlight and walking around a little.

Still no cat to be found.

Tentatively, you called out for the cat, hoping that it would reveal himself and guide you all a little more. You waited, clinging on to Mark as you looked around, others starting to move around and explore the basement.

Bambam crouched down and picked up the same tiny wooden car that you’d seen earlier, “Noona! Look! It flew far!”

Nodding, you held your breath as he watched everyone else explore. Something felt like it was breathing down the back of your neck, putting you on edge as you looked around space for that tiny car. It was resting by some dusty curtains, hung in an awkward place along the wall. Part of you wanted to tell everyone to stay away from that spot. Who knew what was behind the curtains, waiting to jump out and attack you or your friends.

“This place really is so creepy.” Jaeboem said, doodling in some dust on top of boxes, “ no wonder this place has been abandoned and ignored for so long. I wouldn't want to be here either.”

“I don't think it really matters why this place was abandoned! We're trapped in here! We'd fin--”

Before Yugyeom could continue, the house shook, knocking you and Mark off your feet and into the painful embrace of the concrete basement floor. Youngjae clung to Jaeboem and Bambam and for a second your world went black, fully consumed by someone's angry screaming. The scream pierced your skull, sending fireworks of pain ricocheting throughout your brain.

You screamed back, begging for the voice to stop and the pain to stop.

Your lungs gave out before the scream stopped, but eventually it did, leaving you in the silence of your ringing ears. Slowly you got back up with Mark’s help and looked around at the others, everyone looked as shell shocked as you felt.

“Are you ok, Yugyeom-ssi?” You asked, looking over at the poor man who looked like he was about to cry again.

He shook his head and took a deep breath, not saying more. You wanted to sit with him and help calm him down but as you looked around, you knew that the others here needed your help too. Luckily, it seemed that Jackson caught onto what you were thinking as walked over to Yugyeom and started quietly coaching him through stuff.

If it wasn’t clear already, you needed to leave.

ASAP.

As Jackson and Yugyeom talked quietly, you started to look around boxes and crevices to see if there was any hidden door. It was a small space though and you struggled to see anything that may look like a way out.

“I feel like the cat didn’t help.” Yuongjae said with a sigh, shaking his head when you stopped looking around.

Jaeboem nodded, sitting down dejectly on a pile of dusty books.

“Should we try to get back out from the first floor?” Bambam asked, to which Jinyoung nodded. You listened with baited breath and festering worry as the steps creaked under Jinyoung’s weight, screaming as he walked up. The door jiggled. It didn’t open.

*CREEEAAAAAK*

The steps seemed to creak louder than before as he came down, your nerves growing with each creak they made.

Your adrenaline spiked as Jinyoung screamed, wood splintering as he crashed to the ground behind the stairs with a heavy *THUD*.

Bambam and you rushed over (well you limped over), Youngjae and Jaeboem following behind slightly slower. They helped sit Jinyoung up, as you looked him over, trying to see if there were any obvious injuries you could help him with.

“Are you ok, Oppa? Does anything hurt?” You asked as you checked his body.

Jinyoung hummed, closing his eyes as he moved different body parts around, “I think I landed on my shoulder? It hurts like hell.”

“Can you lift your arm up some?” Youngjae asked.

Jinyoung could barely lift his arm to be parallel with his shoulder, his arm shaking as he tried. You winced as you watched him struggle, eventually lowering his arm for him gently.

“I think I am going to need a doctor.” He sighed, getting up slowly, “For now though, let’s try to get out.”

Bambam nodded and opened his mouth to say something.

“G-Guys!” Jackson was yelling, an anxious nerve running through his voice, “The cat is back.”

You all quickly rushed to where they were, the cat sure enough back, purring in Yugyeom’s lap as he hesitantly scratched behind its ears.

“Do you think it’s likely that the cat rolled in poison ivy recently?” Yugyeom asked, looking up at the others.

Jaeboem nodded.

“I mean… it seems to live outside so probably… but also I pet it earlier tonight and I am fine so… we’ll see.”

The cat looked around everyone in the room lazily before finally looking up at you and blinking slowly. It was telling you that everything would be ok and a large part of you wanted to believe it. A rattling purr left the cat as it slowly got up and stretched like it had all the time in the world. After licking one of its paws quickly, it slowly sauntered away and curled around the curtains, not to be seen again.

“Oh?” Bambam said, quickly walking to the curtain and yanking it back, washing everyone in a cloud of dust.

Once the dust finally settled, you were faced with a small, dark staircase. This was hopefully your out and you found yourself breathing a sigh of relief as you looked up and saw the glimpse of a door.

“Thank fuck.” Youngjae said but he didn’t move as if he was waiting for one of us to take the first move, for one of us to take the first step.

Given with how rickity the stairs looked and Jinyoung falling down the stairs earlier, it made sense that he was nervous. You felt nervous too, your body fighting itself to bolt up the stairs and not risk more injury in a tough internal war. It seemed like everyone was as nervous to make the first move and in that moment, it felt like the ability to escape completely left you all, only leaving a gaping ocean of stress and worry.

Looking around slowly, you made eye contact with your older brother, a conflict of his own going on in his eyes as he took a deep breath in, “Time to leave. I have a party to shut down and a hospital to take you all to.”

A chuckle left you as he climbed up the rickety stairs and threw the doors open, a crisp breeze and stars greeting you. All your humor and relief left you as an icy bucket of fear washed over you.

Someone wasn’t happy.

BANG!

A door was being slammed repeatedly, angrily as the house started shaking again. Someone… something was throwing a fit at you all being by the stairs and trying to leave. You felt paralized by fear that strangled you, your mind going fuzzy as your ears started screaming with fuzz and ringing.

BANG!

Somehow, the doors slamming sounded closser now, as if someone was rushing to the basement, ready to cause havoc and damage.

“Get noona!” Bambam shouted, rushing to you with Youngjae.

The two of them picked you up, struggling up the stairs. The banging doors felt like they were getting closer to you even when you were set down on the dead leaves outside. The doors were slamming closer to you, your eardrums shaking with each sound.

Mark slammed the cellar doors shut behind him angrily.

*chirp*

Through the aching of your ears, you started to hear regular nature sounds mingling with the heavy breathing of your friends. The cat was snuggling up against you, its warmth heating you up. People were walking around. Someone was talking. You didn’t have energy to figure anything out yet.

Instead, you curled up around the cat, struggling to hold in your tears.

You were out.

Relief washed over you as your tears spilled down your cheeks and nose and onto the ground.

They let you cry for some time, waiting patiently for you to slowly stand up and look around. Youngjae and Jaeboem were snuggling together on the ground, clutching each other comfortingly. Bambam was leaning against Jinyoung, holding onto him and taking slow breaths. Jackson and Mark were talking quietly. Yugyeom was looking at you.

“How are you feeling, Y/n-ssi?” He quietly asked, scooting over.

“Better? I think.”

“That’s good. Do you want help getting up?”

You shook your head, slowly getting up in spite of your body screaming at you. Slowly, everyone walked back to the main house, you lagging a little behind to watch everyone talk. A smile made its way on your face as you watched Youngjae and Jaeboem chatting away, leaning against each other in a flirting manner. He’d done it. He’d managed to get together with his crush.

Without your help.

He managed it all.

They looked like a good friend group.

They were a good group of people.

You were proud of Jackson for finding such wonderful people. Mom and Dad were always worried about him never finding close friends but he’d found his people.

Sighing, you looked back in the direction of the house and saw something that made your blood freeze. Someone was in a window on the upper floor.

Waving bye at you.

“Noona! You coming?” Bambam asked, making you jump.

“She better! Don’t want Y/n-ah to get lost again.” Jinyoung said with a laugh.

You shook your head, “Coming!”

Bambam wrapped you in a quick hug, leaving his arm draped around you when you joined them again. Together you all walked back to the house which was shockingly empty of people already. You breathed a sigh of relief as you left the group to go to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water. It hurt to move your neck back to finish the drink but it soothed your sore throat enough that you paid no mind.

That would be tomorrow’s problem.

“We will go to the hospital in 10 or so minutes, ok?” Jackson asked as he entered the kitchen space.

You nodded and turned around to refill your glass. If you avoided Jackson’s worried gaze while doing so, you were thankful. Jackson didn’t leave though. He waited patiently as you guzzled two glasses of water before sighing and shaking his head.

“I was never disappointed in you.” He said, shattering the silence.

You froze, not wanting to look at him as you gathered up the energy to respond, “Oh? I always thought you were.”

“I always thought that you didn’t like me so I gave you distance. You are honestly so amazing, working a job and going to school. It is so impressive.”

You laughed bitterly and tried to hide the anxiety pooling in your gut, “I dropped out of school so I don’t know how amazing I am.”

When silence settled over you two again for a minute, you risked a glance at Jackson, hoping not to see disappointment. His brows were raised in surprise but he didn’t look disappointed.

“How come?”

“It was bad for my mental health… I had to.” You mumbled, not wanting to think much about those hellish years where you were academia’s bitch.

“Do you want to return to school?”

“No. I don’t know what I want to do… but I don’t want anything to do with academia.”

“That’s understandable. College is so stressful. What are you doing now?” He asked and you were thankful that he looked genuinely interested in what you were doing now.

“Bartending.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Somewhat. I want to do something else long term but it isn’t a bad job. It pays the bills and my coworkers are good.”

“I am glad it’s a good job. I am proud of you for taking care of yourself.”

What?

Your head snapped up to look at him, pain shooting through you at the sudden action. He… he was proud of you?

Tears welled in your eyes. No one in your family ever seemed proud of you… nothing ever seemed to be enough for them.

“R-really?”

“Really,” He took a deep breath in as he prepared for his next words, “I’ve not said it before, but I love you.”

You felt like you could cry as you pulled him into a hug, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too, Oppa… But please don’t tell mom and dad yet.”

“I won’t.” Jackson said with a laugh.

The two of you barely talked as you finished your final glass of water, sparing a few words as you left the kitchen. You looked around at everyone else, wispering and resting their eyes. They were close.

You cleared your throat awkwardly to get people’s attention, “I am ready whenever you all are.”

Some of them nodded silently before getting up and helping others up. Quietly, everyone filed into Jackson and Jinyoung’s cars. The trip to the hospital was painfully quiet and when you all got into the hospital, it felt like everyone dispersed as they slowly took everyone back for treatment.

You don’t know how long you were there for or when others left but when you were finally released, no one was there to help you. With some broken ribs, a sprained ankle, and a bad concussion, you found a taxi and went home. The faint sounds of the bar below acted as a soothing white noise for you as you crawled into bed and crashed.

Alone.

Somehow you managed to get a whole two weeks off of work to recover from your concussion. You were thankful for the time for a break and thankful for the near constant noise from the bar under you. Every time there was silence you felt unnerved, as if something or someone was going to start attacking you again. The silence made you feel scared in a way that it never had before.

The bar noise became a comfort you didn’t realize you needed. It was the only constant for you during those two weeks. No one visited you.

Youngjae was busy with work and going on dates with Jaebeom (it was understandable but you still wished he came to visit you some). Your few other friends were busy with their lives as well. Somehow managed to text you every once in a while (unlike Youngjae) but it was still a fleeting moment of communication and you craved more.

Returning back to work and starting physical therapy was a welcome reprieve from your small apartment. The hustle and bustle of people filled something in you that you didn’t realize you were missing. It gave you human interaction and you enjoyed it so much.

All the human interaction made you yearn for the seven people you’d survived such a traumatic event with. Maybe you could text Jackson, Jinyoung, or Youngjae and plan a get together. They’d seemed to want to get closer to you after that event… even though no one messaged or called you.

You sighed and shook your head, looking back at the bar you were tending to. Only thirty more minutes before you got off. Then you could go home and watch something. Your shift ended uneventfully. You found yourself leaving the bar and making the short trip home with the slowness of someone who has nothing to return home to.

A light was on.

Why was there a light on in the apartment?

The light stole your breath. You found yourself transported back to the abandoned house, screams shaking your eardrums as you stood frozen.

Someone was moving.

People were moving.

People were talking.

“Y/n-ah, are you ok?”

Jinyoung.

You looked up at him, at Youngjae and Jackson who were also standing near you, looking at you worriedly. At Bambam, Mark, Jaebeom Yugyeom, who were holding balloons behind you.

You were in your apartment. Not the abandoned house.

The soft sounds from the bar grounded you as you slowly looked around.

You were safe.

You were ok.

“I-I… I’m ok. I think. Yeah. I’m surprised.” You spoke slowly as you looked around the apartment and took in a deep breath. The soft pain from your ribs moved with your lungs and somehow gave you a bit of comfort.

You were recovering.

You were safe.

“Well, yeah!” Youngjae laughed and pulled you into a tight hug, “That was the point! Surprise!”

“We wanted to have a small party together. A good party this time.” Jinyoung said, “Would you want anything to drink?”

“Water please. And don’t expect me to make you drinks! You should’ve come to the bar if you wanted that.”

Bambam laughed, rushing to hug you, “Darn it! Here I was hoping that you could make something expensive and fancy for me.”

“I refuse.”

Slowly people settled into your living room, happy laughter and warm music filling the space. Youngjae was snuggling up to you as everyone talked. Jinyoung was laughing and telling a story about something him and Bambam did together. Jackson refilled food and drinks every once in a while. Jaeboem was watching everything happen without speaking, holding Youngjae’s hand. Mark was bundled in all the spare blankets, laughing at everything happening. Yugyeom was adding in sarcastic remarks.

They were making plans for stuff with you.

You were telling stories.

The night was flying by quickly.

It felt like you fit in for once.

You weren’t an outsider anymore.

Everyone felt like a family. A home.

And as night became day, you started to understand the truth.

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Fretful | bb

genre: horror, comedy, supernatural! au, romance pairing: beetlejuice! bambam x human! gender-neutral! reader word count: 1.8k [warnings]: mentions of insects, snakes, ghosts/spirits, magic, one curse summary: It’s going to take the worst of the worst to rid your home of some unwanted house guests, but allowing in a professional that’s more gags than ghoul - and becoming charmed by him - definitely wasn’t on your agenda.

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You spent nights lying wide awake too scared to even close one eye. The crashes and cackles all around frightened you to your bones, shivering beneath the covers. Things would shatter, your belongings tossed about carelessly, sounds you would only hear in horror movies echoing through the building. The spirits terrorizing your home even went as far as tampering with you, pulling on your ankles and yanking at your hair. The moment sharp nails met your skin, you called out for mercy.

It was only when a flyer was anonymously placed on your car’s windshield that help would truly arrive. The pamphlet printed with a backwards name on it slowly opening in your hands to reveal part of the truth behind the supernatural. Decorated with minimalistic details, a simple description read inside.

“Drain a little more clogged than usual by hair that’s not yours? Sounds you have never heard before coming from your basement shaking you awake at night? Is your home full of pesky ghosts you want gone? With a trio-ed call of the name you can’t read, all of your worst nightmares will disappear.”

The flyer held a picture of a man inside, his matted hair the color of moss and face as flawless as it was disturbing. The professional-looking flyer sat on your kitchen counter, soon becoming an extra weapon used against you when it went flying at your head. Turning to meet empty air, you rubbed at your temple full of frustration. With the pamphlet cover side up, your eyes gazed over the title once again, the name now recognizable. It was read by your conscience, but not said out loud.

Lips moving to form the first syllable of the name, your feet were swept out from under you, your body jolted against the open kitchen wall. Detained against the smooth drywall at your back, your eyes shut from fear, long fingers holding at your arms. This was your final straw.

“BamBam. BamBam. BamBam.”

A crack of thunder sounded from outside, the entire house falling dark and silent as the spirit released you from its hold. Vanishing from your senses, the oxygen refilled your lungs with a deep breath, the scent of death suddenly filling your nose as you slid back to the ground.

Thudding signaled from your fridge, the appliance shaking rapidly before the door swung open. A thick cloud of smoke filled the room, your eyes burned as the scent grew stronger. A man emerged from the small space, stretching out his arms with a deep inhale and peered around the room. Tethered clothing on his body, he looked fresh out of a grave, dark eyes finding your own in the gloomy kitchen.

“I haven’t heard my name called in so long. I almost forgot it’s my own!” he chimed, teeth white but covered with a layer of bugs. Sticking his index finger with his mouth, he hummed at your shocked expression, flicking out the insects as they fell onto the floor and scampered away. “Sorry about that. You might need an exterminator of pests next. But for now, you’ve got me!”

He cheered alone, tossing his hands into the air and flailing them around in celebration. His hands clamped down on your arms, pulling you into a tight hug. You stood idle as he reared back, a confused expression on his face.

“Can’t expect everyone to react the same.” He said to himself, nodding before he let you go and pushed back from you.

Turning his body, he bent down into the fridge, rummaging around as he pulled out strange drinks you didn’t have stocked along with a number of other items you would never keep in a refrigerator. A loud squeaky toy for a dog was tossed by your head, his hand finding something that made him jump as a snake slithered past your feet and disappeared within an open cabinet. In a matter of seconds, he was lifting out a large bag. Placing it beside the fridge, he slammed the door shut, mumbling to himself about what was inside of the large carrier.

“Rope? No, not rope. Maybe some sage? Oh, I can’t touch that. How about uh-“ he stuttered, looking up at your silent form wearing an unreadable expression. “Oh, you look scared.”

He stood from the bag, dropping the old rope within his palm and letting it coil back into the carrier. With a light laugh, he stuck out his hand to take yours, shaking your entire body with his greeting. “I’m BamBam: professional ghoul ridder-er-er. Yeah.” The man was quite awkward, his stance loose with his knees bent as he nodded to himself again and carried on with the bag at his feet.

“I take it you’ve been dealing with these ghosts long enough to know one when you see one, right?” His smile was almost charming, skinny legs standing his body up straight again. Awaiting your answer, his arms moved around his back, hands clasping together as he rocked on his toes.

“Y-Yes.” You finally stuttered out, finding your voice in the mix of the chaos.

“You do speak!” He nearly yodeled, bouncing in his shoes. Wearing a wide grin, he tugged out a long plank of wood from the mysterious bag. Pulling it up into the air inch by inch, it almost hit your ceiling before he tilted it horizontally and angled it out.

“What’s that for?” you asked lightly, watching his face light up.

“This? Oh, this is just for me to make the ceiling sturdier when I go to scare off the ghosts. And for this.” He spun on his heels, the long piece of wood whacking into an unseen person as they cried out, clamoring on the floor. “Got one!”

A shadow figure came into view, their hand raised to their head caressing the spot BamBam hit against without warning. The green-haired man cackled similar to how the spirits do at night, tilting the wood before he rammed it into the spirits head again, knocking them out cold on the floor.

“Silly bastards don’t know who’s coming for them!” he grinned at you, leaning back to meet your full gaze with a wicked look on his face. “A-ha! You made the right call here, darling.”

You wanted to redact saying his name three times, the cryptic yet entertaining man more than you requested. He leaped around your home looking at the ceiling before he said something you couldn’t make out. Turning the plank back vertical he slid it between your flooring and the beam through the middle of your ceiling. He applauded himself at the work, your concerned expression halting him in his tracks.

“Now - you see, things are about to get a little messy. And while I’m responsible, I’m not taking any lawsuits.” His voice turned slightly serious, his hand pressing against your back as he guided you under the beam and next to the sturdy plank. “Therefore-” He grinned widely at his own voice, watching your eyes glisten with curiosity. “I won’t be held liable for this.”

The kick of the board brought the ceiling to nearly collapse, holes breaking through the wooden beams sending insulation down with more of the dark shadow figures. Almost on cue, BamBam’s arms rose into the air, his tongue slithering from between his lips like a snake as his foot slammed against the floor. Boards breaking under your eyes, the ground seemed to open up in spots similar to the holes within the ceiling, each shadow figure looking at one another before they plummeted down into the deep abyss. BamBam’s hands balled into fists, swaying the clenched palms like he was conducting a symphony. The holes in the floor broke with fire, sealing with pitiful cries of those that had fallen until the home was laced with only silence and the thick panting of the ghost investigator to your side.

“Only room for one ghost here! Not so bad, you see?” He smiled. “How do you prefer payments? Once a year until you're dead, or a quick pull of your heart out now?” Question eerie, the man read your face as worried, laughing with his tongue protruding out - but now normal - as he choked on his own cackle and shook his head. “Jokes! They’re just jokes. For you, maybe a sweet peck on the cheek as a deposit?”

You rocked on your heels, staring at the man with bulged eyes in wonder and fear mixed together. His head jutted from his neck, cheek wide and clean as he awaited his kiss. You were between being in debt to the ghost for the rest of your life, or just a quick kiss? What could truly be worse?

Your lips perked, pressing the smooth skin to his roughly textured face. The breath from his chest released, his body rising into the air as a content and loving look loomed over his face. The expression bright and humane, small hearts floated around his head before popping one by one. Your heart sputtered at the bizarre man, internally questioning how someone so different could be so charming at the same time. His feet lowered back to the ground, a look of sadness behind his irises as he blinked down at your cold hands.

“Well, I suppose I’m off then. Don’t you worry about those pesky spirits any more. And I’m always three words away!” he grinned, laughing at himself for his reference. The last of his pearled smiles taking your view, he backed towards the closed fridge, slowly taking his leave.

Opening the door of your refrigerator, the steam from within released into the room, the temperature hot compared to the cold smoke that would naturally depart from the appliance. BamBam’s smile saddened, your voice caught his ears just as he bent down to retreat back from where he came from, a new look of elation in his eyes from your soft voice.

“Maybe come back again, but sooner?” you asked, his cheeks becoming rosy from the light tone in your voice. “You seem to always be alone-” Mention of his caprice seity intrigued you, watching the corner of his lips rise into a gentle smile at your attentiveness. “-but maybe I can be some sort of company every once in a while?”

His eyes were bright compared to his scary aura, the color of his skin grew flush at your words. He seemed more excited about speaking to you than he did taking care of your ghosts, the tame grip of his hands around the handle of the fridge releasing as he bent down again to step inside. His voice called back to you, muffled by the strange void as he finally left you. “I’d quite like that! If you enjoy another little haunting from time to time!”

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 7 years ago

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Forgotten Memories. 8

You never wanted new flatmates but yet here you are, sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook and Kim Yugyeom.

Maybe landlord Taehyung had a reason for letting Jungkook and Yugyeom move into your apartment. You only hoped that they didn't mind living with a ghost.

Jungkook roommate au ft BTS & Got7

Warnings; Supernatural stuff. Sad stuff. Ghost Y/N. Ghost Namjoon. Mentions of suicide. Mentions of death. Swearing. Harmful things.

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Trigger warnings- violence. death.

7:49am the following morning, Jungkook looked over at you. You were staring up at the building in front of you both. He didn't say a word but you still looked at him and nodded. He offered a small smile before you both climbed out from his car.

"Are you okay?" His words were soft. You gave him a look and laughed. "What?"

"I'm dead, Jungkook." His features read unimpressed and you sighed, following him into the employees only entrance. "I'm...nervous...excited...about to throw up, I dunno." You confessed.

"Can ghosts even throw up?" He snorted and you fell still for a second, realising the thought never occurred to you before skipping over your missed step to catch up with his long strides. "CEO doesn't get in until 10." He informed quietly as you two neared the doors leading to the lobby. "The motion sensors have been turned off so you have plenty of undisturbed time to snoop."

"I looked almost everywhere last time, I should be done in an hour at the most." You stated. Jungkook stopped by the doors and turned to face you. He gave an encouraging smile then left you in the hallway alone to attend his post at the front desk.

Not wanting to waste time, you followed the route you easily knew and found yourself stood outside the office of Cho Daejun. A moment of uncertainty washed throughout your body. What if your suspicions are wrong and you've been wasting your time? What if really, Cho Daejun was just a filthy pervert and nothing more? What if you never find out who truly ended your life before you could really start it?

You didn't allow the doubts to settle and shook out your limbs to shake off the icy hand clasping tighter around your heart.

You took a deep inhale and stepped over the threshold. Your legs lead you over to the desk to pick up where you were forced to leave off days ago.

Over an hour later, you had searched every single shelf and skim read every document, you would've even attempted to hack the computer if there even was one. That alone seemed suspect to you as you were pretty certain that during your last break-in visit there was a monitor and keyboard on the desk. You could understand a laptop leaving or one part of the computer for repairs but the whole system vanishing left a whirlwind in your mind.

There wasn't a single drawer left unturned but you found nothing of interest, nothing connecting Cho Daejun to either Namjoon or yourself.

A groan of defeat left your throat as you flopped down onto the floor, not knowing what to do with yourself. You had hit a dead end in your search and hadn't the faintest idea where to go next. You had been so certain that the CEO was responsible for your murder that you hadn't even entertained the idea of what step to take if you could find no evidence to back up your accusations.

Jungkook had grown nervous once the one hour mark hit. He had believed your estimated time of return a little too wholeheartedly. He had a lot of faith in you considering you were the ghost of a girl whom he never knew in life. Adding the fact you had forgotten all memories of your life, anyone would've told Jungkook not to trust you so easily. Then again, that would mean Jungkook would actually have to inform someone of the fact he was playing sidekick to the ghost of the home he resided in.

Half an hour left until CEO Cho Daejun was due to arrive and Jungkook couldn't sit around tapping his foot any longer. Without even snatching up his walkie-talkie from the desk, he made his way up to the office. When he arrived, it was dead silent, not even the rustle of paper beyond the locked door. He was less concerned finding the door still locked, at least no-one had found you but it certainly didn't mean no-one ever would.

Quickly, he unlocked the door and peeked inside. "Y/N?" He heard you grunt back so he slipped into the office, looking around for you. He found you on the other side of the desk, staring up at the ceiling blankly. "What're you doing?!" He hissed. "You can't just lay there!" He made a move to grab you but remembered the feeling that spread through his body the last, and only, time you had touched him and pulled his hands back rather rapidly.

"There's nothing." You muttered. "Not a single piece of evidence linking him to either of us. I was so certain he was the culprit, Jungkook." You looked at him and for the first time since he had met you, he saw you for what you were, the lifeless remnants of a human destined for nothing more than what you had previously achieved in your two decades of breathing.

"Oh." Cautiously, he crouched down beside you, keeping his ears perked in case Daejun arrived early for once. "What do we do now?"

"I don't know." You confessed, hopelessness smothering your features as your attention returned skywards.

Jungkook wanted to comfort you, he wanted to tell you that together you'd figure something out, that he'd carry your ring in his pocket for the rest of his life if that was what it took to solve the mystery of your death but, he was too caught up on the hands of the clock.

"I need to get back to my station." He announced, getting up. He gave you one last sympathetic look before leaving you, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Minutes passed before you moved. You turned your head to the clock to find there wasn't much time left before the occupant of the office would arrive. You weren't at all concerned he would see you upon arrival, that wasn't what spurred you to finally move. It was simply the fact you didn't want to be in the vicinity of the prick.

With a heavy sigh, you rolled onto your side and reached up your left arm to grasp the edge of the desk ready to pull yourself up but, something caught your eye. Something was tucked under the desk. You dropped your arm back down and shuffled closer to eye the object. Due to the lack of lighting though, you couldn't make out the shape so you opted for sliding your hand underneath, doing your best to ignore the dust buildup, until your fingers touched the object. It was smooth and folded under your touch. It felt like paper. Your pulse quickened for reasons you couldn't understand until you had the object in your hands and were sat up. A brown envelope with a protruding section. It wasn't sealed, just tucked in so you opened it and emptied the contents onto the floor in front of you. A disc in a protective sleeve and a single earring. Instinctively, you reached up to touch your earlobe. The earring in your ear felt similar to the one on the floor. You moved your hand to touch your other earring but, there wasn't one, just an empty hole. You reached down to pick up the item. As soon as it was in your grasp, your mind turned with a memory. The day you bought the earrings. Jackson was by your side, helping you choose them out. They were silver and blue, to match Namjoon's watch that you had just picked up from that same store for repair.

Your fingers fumbled with the disc, taking it from the sleeve to turn it over. There was just a date on it. The day before you died.

There wasn't a doubt in your entire body that this was the evidence you were looking for, the reason you put the ring in Jungkook's pocket. Your subconscious knew where you needed to be but it only just learned out why.

Quickly, you put the items back into the envelope and made your way to the door where you abruptly stopped. There wasn't a way for you to get the envelope to the other side. The door was a perfect fit meaning no gaps around to fit anything underneath. You certainly didn't know how to pick a lock. But even if you could get the items to the other side, you couldn't smuggle them from the building. Sure, you could go easily unnoticed but a floating envelope, on the other hand, that would probably make a few people suspicious. You had to think of another way.

It took everything in Jungkook not to react to your wide, frantic eyes rapidly approaching him as you sprinted from the stairs to his desk.

"He's involved, I have proof." You announced, leaning on the desk facing him. Due to the throngs of staff members and visitors in the lobby, he barely responded. A subtle nod that you had to squint to see signalled he heard you. "I can't get it out of the room, I need your help, Jungkook." He didn't respond at all that time. His eyes trailed to the monitors showing live camera footage. He leant forward and grabbed the mouse to click through, looking for a particular station. Upon finding it was still broken, he stood up and casually headed to the stairs.

"There's no cameras in the stairwells." He announced once he started climbing, your steps quick to follow him. "The camera between your office and his is still broken."

"How long has it been broken?" You mumbled.

"About three weeks."

"About when I died." He looked at you with widened eyes.

Suddenly, Jungkook's steps grew more urgent.

***

Taehyung didn't question why you barged into his apartment and opened the door to let Jungkook in behind you.

"You're back early," Taehyung commented, smiling warmly at Jungkook. "It's not even 11 yet so you can't be back for lunch."

"This is important," Jungkook announced, pulling the envelope from the large pocket inside his jacket. Taehyung's eyebrows lifted and he settled on the couch seeing you had already started up the DVD player. Jungkook handed you the disc and stood by the arm of the couch. It was the first time he had been in Taehyung's apartment and felt bad enough that he wasn't even invited in by the owner himself but he also knew whatever was on the disc was important. "Where's Joon?" You asked, glancing at Taehyung before turning your attention to the remote as you perched beside Taehyung on the couch.

"Here," Namjoon spoke walking into the apartment. "I was with Jackson at work but I got a feeling to come here." He settled down beside you. "You found something?" It was more of a whispered statement than a question but you nodded in confirmation.

You pressed play and the video started.

"It's security footage." Jungkook realised instantly. "This is the hallway between your office and the CEO's."

The time stamp read 20:45. You all watched as you walked from your office to the end of the hall, files in your arms. No-one said a word and nothing happened on screen until the clock read 21:27.

Cho Daejun exited his office and walked to yours which he entered quickly. The light turned off and he exited, your bag and jacket in his arms. He returned to his own office and everything grew still for a while longer. At precisely 10pm, he re-emerged your unconscious body in his arms.

Namjoon reached out to hold your hand tightly at the sight of blood obviously trailing from a fresh wound on your head.

"He did it..." Jungkook spoke, his voice barely audible with shock. "He really killed you."

"No...look...my chest is moving." You noted. "I was still alive here."

"I don't think he was taking you to the hospital, babe." Namjoon said, his voice weak with pain, seeing you in that state, so weak and vulnerable.

A hooded figure appeared on the screen. Daejun spoke to the person who didn't seem to react much to the unconscious woman in the CEO's arms. It was as if he expected to happen upon such a scene. The figure stepped aside giving the camera glimpse of his face but it was mostly shadowed, letting Daejun pass and walk down the hallway to the stairwell. Suddenly, the man looked up at the camera, his expression angry. He stormed forward to approach the device and then the screen went blank.

"What-?" Jungkook started to speak but cut off when the picture picked back up but it didn't show the hallway anymore, it was a black and white view of the carpark behind the building.

Daejun was still carrying your body and had just exited the building. Another figure appeared on screen seemingly from nowhere. It was Namjoon.

"I-I was picking you up from a late shift..." Namjoon muttered, the memory returning. His free hand reached up to cover his mouth as tears gathered in his eyes. "I remember...I remember this...this...I tried to save you..." You looked at him and your heart broke. The pain Namjoon was suffering was obvious, it was the easiest he had ever been to read. Even someone that didn't know him could read his feelings then. Jungkook could even tell how broken Namjoon suddenly was, his shadow gave off such a dark, heart-wrenching aura that turned Jungkook's stomach.

"That's him, isn't it?" He asked. "That's your boyfriend, Namjoon." You looked up at your new friend and nodded seeing he was pointing at the screen.

Your attention returned to the video.

Immediately, Namjoon's smile dropped. The flowers in his hands fell to the ground and he ran forward to take your body from Daejun. Of course, the CEO was having none of that. He pounced forward and attacked Namjoon. Namjoon was put off balance and toppled over but he still managed to turn your bodies so he hit the ground first and you landed on top of him. Namjoon carefully moved you from him and moved forward to push Daejun away when he made a move to grab you again. That was where he really lost it and started to violently assault Namjoon. All Namjoon could do was protect your body with his own, unable to fight back.

"I don't think you should watch this, Y/N." Taehyung spoke, his tone serious. He knew what was coming, you all did, it didn't take a genius to realise that this was where Namjoon's life ended. You gripped your boyfriend's hand tight but couldn't remove your eyes from the screen even if you could only just make sense on the scene through the tears that clouded your vision.

The hooded man ran into view, tossing down the items in your hands. Your jacket and bag, he must've gone to the CEO's office to retrieve them. There was no doubt he was in on it then. Namjoon struggled to fight off both men but he was weak and could only look longingly at your unconscious figure sprawled on the gravel as the hooded man gripped his arms, holding them behind his back. A flash of light hit the camera lens, blinding it for a second. When the picture returned to normal, Daejun was directly in front of Namjoon, so close that it was clear what he was doing before any visual was given. When Daejun moved back after what looked like some harsh words spat at Namjoon, a blade came into view, covered in blood. A few quick thrusts forward from Daejun to Namjoon's stomach before the hooded man let him drop to his knees. Namjoon fell to his side, one arm wrapped around his stomach to try and stem the bleeding but it was clear no amount of pressure would save him. Despite his state, Namjoon still tried to return to you. He never made it. Daejun and the hooded man stared down at Namjoon's lifeless body.

No-one in the room said a word. No-one thought they were able to even utter a syllable, too shocked at what they just saw.

Jungkook felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to run away and turn his back on the video. He wanted to pretend he never saw it. He wanted to pretend he never met you. He wanted to wipe the past week from his mind but he couldn't. It was real and he couldn't change it. All he could do was run over to the kitchen sink where he emptied the contents of his stomach.

Taehyung felt almost as sick as Jungkook but he had time to mentally prepare for a murder scene. He never quite realised he'd see it play out but he managed to push down his churning stomach contents to get up and approach Jungkook to rub a soothing hand over the younger male's back.

Neither you nor Namjoon could move, your eyes glued to the screen still.

The hooded man got to work work, literally slapping Daejun back to reality before barking orders that the audioless recording couldn't relay. He walked over to the nearest car and opened the boot. Together, the two men picked up Namjoon's body to throw him carelessly into the small space, not caring that they had to fold him up. Daejun wiped his hands off on Namjoon's jacket before rushing to your body. He picked you up carefully and left view. The video showed the hooded man cleaning up the scene. By the time he was done, there wasn't a single spot of blood left. He was clearly a professional. He threw everything on top of Namjoon's body before slamming the boot and leaving view. The car drove off and the picture cut out.

Taehyung had managed to calm Jungkook down enough to stop the younger throwing up and instead sip some cold water.

"What're we going to do, hyung?" Jungkook asked and he sounded so childlike and innocent that Taehyung's frown deepened. "We can't just keep this to ourselves."

"We can't say a ghost found it, no-one will believe us," Taehyung replied.

"I'll say I did. I was doing rounds and saw the earring on the floor so I bent down to pick it up and found the disc and envelope too." Taehyung eyed Jungkook for a moment, before nodding.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Jungkook nodded in agreement and put down the glass. The pair walked over and gathered up the evidence.

"What're you doing?" You asked, watching them move around.

"We're going to the police," Taehyung informed. "They can't sit back and do nothing once they watch this."

"I'll keep bugging them until they find out what happened to you too, Y/N." Jungkook informed and you believed him, with everything you had.

***

It was early hours of the next morning when the door to Taehyung's apartment opened. You and Namjoon both jumped up from the spaces on the couch that you still occupied.

Namjoon had tried getting you to go with Jungkook, to see firsthand everything that happened but, you didn't want to leave him alone after he had witnessed his own murder.

Taehyung walked in and held the door open for Jungkook who looked torn. On one hand, he looked overjoyed but on the other, he looked heartbroken. Taehyung had the same expression on his features.

"He confessed," Jungkook announced, unable to face your desperate, pleading expression longer than necessary.

"W-what?" You stammered.

"The police arrested him straight away once they watched the video. For kidnapping, Namjoon's murder and suspected murder of you too, Y/N." Taehyung stated. "And the CEO couldn't handle the pressure. They barely said a word to him in the interview room and he confessed."

"Confessed to what exactly?" Namjoon pushed.

"Everything, he confessed to everything."

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Werewolf!Jackson Moodboard 🌕 ---- The change hurt, but you get use to it after a while.. -Jade

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lixiepeach · 3 years ago

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Red Moon, Part 23

Summary: Hana’s life was planned out perfectly. She would marry the pack alpha, become Luna and do her duties. But the appearance of a mysterious stranger turns her life inside out she finds herself outcast and alone. Will she find her new home in Chan and his pack of strays? Will she find what she’s been looking for all along in the mysterious alpha? Or will everything crumble under her again?

Warnings: Sexual content, language. The usual now

A/N: Enjoy!!

Part 22 | MASTERLIST

Hana groans, rubbing her head. Her body is aching still, the shift last night had been rough. She lets out a sigh, laying her head back on Chan’s chest. Felix is pressed against her bare back, his cute little hand splayed out on Chan’s hip. Changbin is on his back next to Chan, arm thrown over his face. The others are spread out on either side of them, the couches pushed back against the walls. They had feasted and partied hard after the ritual, all of them deciding to sleep on the floor in the living room instead of making the effort to head into the rooms.

Hana shifts a little bit, moving her shoulder. The skin is tender from Chan’s bite and Minho’s aggressive cleaning last night. He had been insistent on stopping the bleeding so she wouldn’t get it all over the house. He would have covered it, but Chan wanted it on display. He would want it on display for a while. He’d want to show the world that she’s his. His mate. His Luna.

Chan stirs, nuzzling his face against the top of her head. She hums, tracing a pattern over his chest with her fingers. He flattens his hand against hers, stilling her movements.

“Tickles.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She giggles, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Sorry.”

He laces their hands together, Hana’s body thrumming happily having him so close. Having all of them so close. Felix’s warm breath on her bare back, the rise and fall of Changbin’s chest on the other side of Chan. They feel like one complete organism now, Hana feeling connected to them in ways she can’t even comprehend.

Chan runs his fingers over her bite, a shiver running down her spine. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little. Mostly just sore.” She says, moving her shoulder to test it. “You weren’t kidding when you said you could bite.”

He laughs, pulling her on top of him, Felix flopping over with a snore. Chan sits up, baring his neck to her. “Bite me.”

Hana stares at him. “You know that doesn’t make any difference.”

“I know.” He shrugs. “But I still want you to.”

Hana stares at him for a moment longer before leaning forward, licking a stripe up his shoulder. She sucks at the skin before sinking her teeth in, biting as hard as she can. He groans, stiffening under her. She pushes aside the urge to roll her eyes, lifting her hips so he can slide inside her. He doesn’t move, just sits inside her, hissing as she lets his shoulder go.

“Was that payback?” He asks as she licks at the bite mark.

She shrugs. “You told me to bite you.”

He grips her chin, pulling her mouth to his. His blood is still on her lips, coppery in his mouth as he kisses her. He lays them back, hips still pressed together. His shoulder is already healing, the bleeding slowing to a small drip.

“Stupid alpha healing.” She murmurs, resting her chin on his chest.

He chuckles, running his hands up her back. “It’s what helps keep us safe when we’re defending our pack.”

“I wish I could heal like that.”

He brushes her hair away from her face. “You’re perfect just the way you are.” She sticks a tongue out at him, making him laugh. “Shall we make breakfast?”

“Neither of us can cook.” She says. “At least not well.” She squeezes around him. “Plus, weren’t you going to do something about that?”

Chan smirks up at her. “I think we can kill two birds with one stone.”

Hana’s head falls back, moaning loudly as she bounces on Chan’s cock. Seven pairs of eyes are on her, none of them having moved much but she knows they’re all watching her. Well, most of them are watching her tits bounce as she fucks herself on Chan. She can see a few hands moving under the blankets, knowing they’re all going to need to be washed. Hana lets out a loud moan as Chan rubs her clit, making her orgasm fast. He cums with a groan, a few others echoing. He pulls Hana down against his chest, kissing her again.

“Is this how we get to be woken up now?” Jisung asks, panting slightly.

Hana turns to him, smiling sweely. “All you have to do is ask, honey.”

Jisung stares at her wide eyed, mouth agape. Chan leans up, whispering in her ear. She smirks, crawling over Felix and Hyunjin to straddle Jisung. He’s hardening under the blanket, Hana sitting herself on top of his length. She leans over him, placing her hands on the floor near his shoulders.

“You wanna fuck your Luna, baby boy?” He nods eagerly. “You think you could handle your Luna?” He nods again, Hana lifting herself to pull the blankets down, revealing his leaking cock. She wraps her hand around him, jerking him slowly. “Or are you gonna cum the second you’re inside me like a teenager?”

She squeezes his cock gently, Jisung’s hips jerking as he cums, splattering his chest and stomach. Hana smirks, leaning forward to lick the cum off his body. He groans, watching her with big eyes.

She crawls up to get to his face, leaning in close. “Good boy.” She whispers before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. She winks at him before standing, stretching her arms over her head. “Does anyone want to make breakfast, or should I?”

Several of them jump up, heading towards the kitchen. Minho gets up, delivering a sharp slap to her butt before heading to the kitchen as well. Hana heads towards the bathroom, Chan’s cum still sliding out of her.

“Where are you going?” Chan calls.

She looks over her shoulder with a smirk. “To clean up your mess.”

************

Hana lets the hot water wash over her body, relaxing her sore muscles. Her joints were aching the most from the shift. She had felt like a new wolf, like it was her first shift all over again. To a degree she was a new wolf. She was a Luna now. She had changed in the smallest ways to become a pack leader.

She washes the soap from her body, having felt sticky after getting sweaty last night, and the events from this morning. She still feels the excitement thrumming through her, having Jisung so pliant under her. She hadn’t missed the look on Minho’s face as she’d made him cum from just a single touch. She had understood why Jisung favored Minho, but now she was understanding why Minho also favored Jisung. The boy was so sweet, but also so very pliant and eager.

Hana misses the sound of the door clicking as it closes, a figure making its way towards the shower door. She has her head under the spray, eyes closed as the water washes over her, just a second too late in her realization she’s no longer alone in the shower. Rough hands shove her against the tile wall, the lean body pressing against her back, holding her there. His breaths are ragged in her ear, the tip of his cock brushing her folds as he slowly ruts against her.

“You think you can get away with treating me like that? Like a horny teenage boy in front of our pack?” He growls, hand slipping between the wall and her body, rubbing against her clit.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have cum so quickly.” She retorts, gasping as he shoves three of his fingers inside her. “You talk big, Sungie. Prancing around like you could handle your Luna.”

“Because I could.” He growls, biting at her ear.

“Why don’t you prove it then? Think you can fuck like an alpha, little omega?”

He growls, pulling his fingers from her sopping pussy, shoving his hard cock inside her. She moans, eyes rolling back as he forces himself in balls deep right away, stilling for a moment as he breathes. He shifts her hips back slightly, keeping the front of her body pressed against the shower wall with a hand on her neck. His fingers press against the bite on her shoulder, sending jolts of pleasure right down to her pussy. She squeezes around him, making him groan as he fucks her, his pace brutal. His hips move with sharp thrusts, his head brushing against her spot over and over again.

“Jisung!” She moans, reaching back for him, gripping his hand as he forces an orgasm from her.

He continues to fuck her, hips getting sloppy as he gets closer to his own orgasm, pulling out and turning her around, jerking himself until he cums, painting her stomach with it, not like what she’d done to him earlier. He leans against the wall, his hands on either side of her head as he stares down at his cum sliding her stomach. Her legs are shaking slightly, pussy throbbing from the fucking it had taken last night and this morning.

Hana reaches up, tangling a hand in his dark hair, pulling his face to hers so she can kiss him. “You’re my good boy.” She whispers against his lips, a small whine leaving his lips. “Such a good omega, making your Luna cum.” He lets her move him under the spray. “Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up.”

**********

“Come on.” Chan holds her hand, leading her through the trees. “Don’t be scared. They don’t bite...well...they probably won’t.” Hana adjusts her dress again, the off the shoulder top showing off her healing mark. Chan has the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing his mark when he moved a certain way.

When Chan had brought up the idea to visit JB’s pack to help spread the word of his new pack Luna a few days ago, Hana had been hesitant. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust these new wolves. She had met BamBam, and he was perfectly polite. It was more that this was her first outing as Chan’s Luna, her first interaction with a new pack that she can remember since she had been found by Chan that night months ago. She wasn’t just an omega anymore. It would have been easier for her to hide back in the shadows behind one of the other wolves. But she was Luna now. She had to be front and center with Chan.

The rest of the pack is behind them, chatting excitedly. Chan was the closest with JB’s pack, the two packs interacting a lot with both close proximity, but also their friendship. JB had helped Chan a lot when they first settled in the area, sort of taking Chan under his wing for a bit. That face only makes meeting him more nerve wracking for Hana.

Chan leads her out of the trees, the house sitting at the top of the hill they had just climbed a work of art. Hana can now see where Chan got the ideas for his own pack house. The pack is waiting outside for them, Hana being able to pick JB out of the lineup with just a glance. She spots BamBam too, the witch already grinning at the sight of them approaching.

JB steps forward, greeting Chan with a hug. The sternness of his face lessens as he smiles, smothering Chan in a bear hug. Hana steps closer as JB turns to her with a smile.

“You must be Hana.” He says, offering a hand.

“Yes. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She shakes his hand.

“Likewise, Luna.” He says. “Congratulations on your mating. I’m glad to hear Chan finally has someone to keep him in line.” He ruffles Chan’s hair, Chan playfully batting his hands away.

“I’m always in line.” Chan pouts, Hana smiling at the two.

“I’d like you to meet my Luna.” JB says, a pretty beta joining him at his side. “Hana, this is Nayeon.”

“Nice to meet you.” Hana shakes her hand.

“I’m glad Chan finally has someone to balance out those crazy boys.”

Hana laughs. “They are very...energetic.”

Nayeon rolls her eyes. “That’s putting it lightly. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the pack.”

Hana lets Nayeon lead her closer to the house as the rest of the pack greets JB. Two alphas step up to them, the older of the two giving Hana a dazzling smile. They take her hands, pressing a kiss to the back of them.

“I’m Jackson, second alpha.” The oldest says. “It’s an honor to meet you, Luna.”

“I’m Yugyeom, the youngest alpha and second youngest of the pack.”

“He’s proud of that now. He’s not the baby anymore.” Nayeon says, Yugyeom sticking his tongue out at her.

“I’m almost jealous Chan managed to snag himself such a beautiful Luna.” Jackson says, eyeing the mark on her shoulder. Hana feels her cheeks heat up, able to feel Chan’s piercing gaze on her back. She can already see the vein popping on his forehead.

“Well, I guess you could call it fate.” Hana says, brushing her hair behind her ear.

“BamBam told us about you when he got back. Chan’s omega that had him so whipped already. He wanted to bet that you would become Luna but we all knew he was going to be right just hearing about you.”

“Stuff like that doesn’t happen without purpose.” A voice says behind Jackson, the beta playfully shoving the alpha aside. “Now quit being a hog. I want to meet her too.”

“These are our betas.” Nayeon says. “You’ve already met BamBam.”

“Nice to see you again.” BamBam kisses the back of her hand. Despite her mated status, the magically inclined wolf still makes her blush like a teenager.

“You as well.” She says, trying to get a grip on her pounding heart. Chan’s gaze like molten lava behind her.

“Our oldest beta, Jinyoung.” Hana shakes his hand. “And...” Nayeon pauses for a beat. “Younjae.”

Hana’s not surprised. Chan had told her last night about JB’s beta who shared a name with the figure from her past. Even if he hadn’t told her, she wouldn’t have been so surprised. They look nothing alike. The alpha Youngjae’s face is softer and his eyes lighter. This one’s face is sterner, not unlike Minho, but just as with Minho she knows there’s a softness behind the serious look.

“I know.” Youngjae says. Of course he did, BamBam had told them everything. “I hate him as much as everyone else in this area.” A flicker of a smile crossing his face. “Brings a bad rep to the name.”

Hana smiles softly. “It’s nice to meet you. All of you.”

“Last but not least.” Nayeon says, motioning the last two wolves forward. “Our omegas.”

Hana feels her heart clench slightly as the two wolves come forward, the younger girl clinging to the male.

“Mark, the oldest of the pack.” Nayeon says. “And Dahyun. The newest and youngest member.” Nayeon runs a hand over the younger girl’s back. “We found her in town running from an abusive alpha. She’s decided to stick around for a while.”

Hana desperately blinks back tears as she looks at the omega. She remembers when that had been her. Terrified and alone, running from a pack that didn’t care. Stumbling across a pack that was unlike anything she’d ever been around before. How jarring it had been. How hard it had been to heal, to adjust.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” She says, offering both omegas a smile. She was a Luna now, but she was still an omega.

“Come on.” Nayeon takes her hand again. “We were just finishing up making lunch.”

***********

Hana sits on the porch with Nayeon and Dahyun, watching their two packs in the yard.

“It must be nice, finally being around other women.” Nayeon says.

“I forgot what it was like.” Hana says. “It’s been just me and the boys for so long I hadn’t realized how much I missed it.”

“I remember that. When it was just me and the guys. I wouldn’t want to be part of a large pack, though. Trying to wrangle seven males is hard enough.”

“Eight is hard.” Hana laughs. “I couldn’t even imagine if I had actually become Luna of my old pack like I was supposed to.”

“I wouldn’t want to be Luna of that pack either.” Nayeon says. “They’re so...twisted.”

Hana hums in agreement. All three of them look out at the boys as JB calls out for Nayeon, motioning her over.

“I’ll be right back.” The beta says, heading down the steps and over to her alpha.

“Nayeon said you were like me.” Hana turns to look at her fellow omega. “That you ran from an abusive pack.”

Hana nods. “Yeah. They were trying to force me to mate with the alpha who assaulted me while I was in heat. He was abusive and cruel. They exiled me cause I sought out a witch to help me. I was lucky I didn’t get killed for it. Chan’s pack found me not long after I ran. They took me in, helped me heal. I decided to stay and now here I am.”

“It is possible to get better?” She asks, voice quiet.

Hana smiles softly at her. “Yeah. It takes time. Lots of trust. But with the right pack, you can move past it.” Hana follows her gaze where it’s fixed on Yugyeom where he’s standing with Jeongin and Hyunjin. “Heal from it.” Hana turns back to the omega, taking her hand and squeezing it softly. “Maybe even find the one you’re meant to be with.”

Dahyun looks at her with teary eyes. “You think so?”

Hana squeezes her hand. “I know so.”

********

Hana makes her way through the pack, saying her goodbyes. The sun is setting, dusk settling over the mountains. Hana weaves her way through her own pack, making her way towards the beta.

“BamBam?” She asks, the tall beta turning to look down at her. “Remember when we talked a few weeks ago? You said if I ever wanted to learn about my past you knew someone who could help?”

BamBam’s brow furrows. “Yeah, but it’s dangerous magic. A lot could go wrong.”

Hana takes a deep breath. “I want to know. I need to know what happened to me.”

#stray kids #skz fic #stray kids werewolf au #skz werewolf au #stray kids supernatural au #skz supernatural au #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x oc #skz x oc #ot8 x reader #ot8 x oc #got7 #twice #sorta

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kpopstarsreact · 8 years ago

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Djinn AU : Part 2 - Waking Up

>>Part one found here<<

What is a Djinn? A Djinn is a spirit often capable of assuming human or animal form and exercising supernatural influence over people. Also known to some as genie’s, the Djinn is rumored to be able to grant wishes and create vivid visions.

Pairing: Jaebum + Reader

Genre: Djinn au / genie au / supernatural / angst

Warnings: Strong language / mention of violence

Summary: Being knocked out and unable to move would have been bad enough after having been kidnapped by a djinn disguised as your cat for God knows how long. But when you finally wake up, you realize that you’re going to not only have survive Jaebum to get back to the human world, but Jaebum’s enemies as well.

Word count: 3k

A/N: Part two is finally here everyone! I worked harder on this fic than I have on any other for a very long time. I hope you all enjoy it!

writing below the cut~

Mumbling... Do I hear- Do I hear someone talking?

It was like you were underwater. The darkness still surrounding you, suffocating and close enough that it felt as if it would snuff out any ounce of light that attempted to touch you for the rest of eternity.

At this point you didn’t know if the darkness was because you were merely asleep and caught in a restless dream, or if it was all real and the Djinn that had called itself Jaebum lived inside the darkness itself.

"A human...” the mumbling continued with you only able to fully make out random words.

Is it just the Djinn talking to himself, or to me? Did I pass out? A-am I under another spell that prevents me from seeing or hearing who... what he was talking to?

You couldn’t even tell if the shudder that racked through your body actually happened or if you only imagined feeling the rough terrycloth fabric beneath your bare arms as you shook.

You were about to see if you could scream your way to awakening when the muttering voices started becoming clearer.

“Yes, but a Mortal?”

“...keeping her forever.”

Then as if your ears popped, the voices all came flooding in completely.

“Damn it Jaebum!” Male. It was a male with a crisp, clear, very aggravated voice. You wanted to escape from him, from the utter wrath in his voice. The only movement you could manage as you strained was to turn your head slowly, twitching your fingers at the same time.

Damn it... What the hell did he do to me?

Your eyes still remained glued shut as the first voice continued. “I don’t care that you want to keep it, it’s a human! In our world. There hasn’t been a stray human outside of the Kings care in the in-between for millions of years. And there’s a damn good reason why.”

You couldn’t see what you assumed was Jaebum’s indifferent face as he retorted calmly, “But she’s different.” She. Not an it, but you were a she and not just an object to him at least. “I’m telling you she’s unlike any human I’ve come across in my life time.”

“Well it could be fun...” There was a third man in the room. This one’s voice was laced with laughter and mischief. “We could keep her in a state of REM, like she is now. She won’t see and won’t be able to move, but she can hear and understand what we say so we can describe all the odd stuff around her and you read her mind as she freaks out~”

Sick bastards. You decided that you trusted the third voice least of all. All you could do was to vow to memorize the voices you heard in case they ever forgot to put the spell back on you and you finally got to see the owners of them.

At least if you knew their personalities and how they spoke, you wouldn’t be at a complete disadvantage.

“You,” Jaebum spoke then. His voice came out deep and rough, and he was damn pissed about what that male had said. “are the most insufferable ass I have ever met BamBam.” At this point there were little pains all over your body now as you slowly awakened. It felt as if every limb you owned had fallen asleep, and were now slowly filling up with blood again, the pins and needles poking you everywhere. “You put any kind of spell on her that I do not permit and I swear to you that I will take the smallest, sharpest sliver of iron that I can find and I will use it on you in the worst ways possible. That goes for both of you.”

You regained feeling so slowly that you could cry. You didn’t know if you’d be able to tolerate the sharp, vibrating pains all over your body for the rest of your life. You felt like you’d be stuck listening to their voices drone on forever about your fate.

“Woah, chill out Jaebum!” The one called BamBam chirped, completely unfazed by Jaebum’s low, snarling voice. “It was just a suggestion.”

The first one that had spoken cleared his throat slightly then before Jaebum could explode on BamBam, and it sounded as if the entire room had stilled once again.

“There is no way that we’re keeping a mortal as a pet. End of story.”

“But Jinyoung~” BamBam whined. “Mortals are so unique in their realm and everyone in the in-between is so uptight. It would be fun! Just think of the face of your father when he sees-”

“No.” Jinyoung’s voice was short and final. “My father can’t know that she was ever here to begin with. He would sentence us all to death.”

Finally you were able to move little enough to sit upwards, opening your eyes slowly. By the time your eyes were all the way open, all three... demons? Angels? More Djinn? Whatever they were, all three of them were staring at you with various emotions on their faces.

“It seems to have awakened.” You recognized his smooth and light voice that was full of confidence as Jinyoung’s.

What the hell is he?

Your eyes had to be playing tricks on you. Jinyoung had long, pointed ears, the most delicate yet sharp features you had ever seen, and a slim yet muscular build. He was tall- at least he seemed tall from where you were slouching against the bed frame on pink terrycloth sheets. Every part of him seemed to be a contradiction. He was dressed in all white despite his intensely dark attitude, a lone long sword strapped to his back even though he looked too delicate to belong in a battle.

The other one, BamBam, had burgundy ears sprouting from atop his white-blonde hair and a tail matching in color wrapped around his waist from where he perched atop the clean white and black marbled kitchen counters. His clothing looked more mortal than the other two. In fact, he looked like he’d just walked off of a Calvin Cline runway show. He smiled at you, two long white canine teeth glittering in the kitchen light, tilting his head to the side slightly like a stray cat sizing up it’s next meal.

You didn’t know what was more shocking. The insanely breath-taking physical attributes of Jinyoung, the cat ears, tail, and teeth attached to BamBam, or that the house that you were currently being held captive in wasn’t a cave full of fire and bloody corpses from previous victims.

Jaebum glared daggers at Jinyoung. “She is awake.” Jaebum corrected him indignantly, earning an equally evil glare from Jinyoung. “She may be mortal, but it’s rather rude to call my guest an “it” don’t you think?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Jinyoung snarled, stepping closer and closer to Jaebum’s face as he talked, “if she’s a gods damned queen back in her realm!” He stopped mere away from Jaebum, their eyes both so intense that you swore you could see fire dancing behind them. BamBam was behind them both, still smiling from ear to ear. His gaze had thankfully gone from you to the two males snarling at each other in fascination and- amusement. That was pure amusement dancing behind his widened blue feline eyes. You reaffirmed your choice to trust him the least... He had to be insane. “She’s a fucking human Jaebum. She doesn’t belong here.”

Jaebum dared half a step closer to Jinyoung to snarl his response, “Look, she’s my possession now, just like your own father possesses humans himself even even after his reign. He’s as much royal as I am at this point so why can I not do the same as him?” Jaebum’s face contorted into cold, hard confidence. “It’s not like he’s the king of anything anymore, he’s just as plain as you or I.”

BamBam’s absolutely delighted look in that moment should have told you alone how bad that statement would effect Jinyoung. From his look alone you became too afraid to talk even long enough to ask who they were. You instantly filled with gratitude that you had stayed smart enough not to try and speak when your eyes slid back to Jinyoung once again.

Jinyoung’s face was crestfallen. His eyes were slit in fury, his mouth pursed together as tightly as his clenching fists. You could feel his power intensifying by the second even a room away from him.

It registered in the back of your mind then that you would be able to move again if you tried to, but you were too wise to try with Jinyoun looking like he was going to kill whatever or whoever breathed next.

“Were done here.” If you would have dared to blink in that moment you would have missed Jinyoung disappearing into a small ball of blue-white light. The rooms tension lifted instantly with the light’s disappearance, and BamBam dissolved into a fit of laughter.

“I can’t believe you talked to the exile prince like that! Ooooh,” he rocked back from his spot on the counter and twitched his tail excitedly, “he’s going to get you back for that later.”

Jaebum’s face was now stone cold. “Let him come at me with whatever he has. If he starts a war over this, it’s only because he’s been itching to kill us ever since we refused to help the other from destroying his wretched fathers kingdom.”

Jaebum’s eyes slid to your slumped figure on the bed before you had time to disguise your horrified face.

“Oh...” His eyes softened visibly. “I’m sorry I almost forgot that you’re awake Y/n. How much did you see exactly?”

You avoided looking over at BamBam once again so you didn’t have to see his intensely feline eyes focusing once again on you as you struggled to speak through your dry, chapped lips.

“I-” attempting to clear your throat but only feeling the scraping of dryness, you tried to ask for water instead of answering his question, but Jaebum had read your mind once again and was beside you in an instant with a glass in his hand.

“Shh. Here.” Despite the voices in your head telling you to not drink it, that there was poison in it, you grabbed it and downed it desperately. “I know how bad your throat must hurt. Human’s tend to dehydrate when they travel between dimensions. It’s has something to do with the difference in the atmosphere and weather conditions or whatever.”

He smiled softly at you. You had no clue why he’d look at you so fondly with you sitting there awkwardly, barely having control over your own limbs enough to guzzle the water without spilling half of it on your shirt and all over the pristine new covers.

You still felt fear but... Somehow you felt a little better sitting here with Jaebum so close to you again. It was almost as if your cat Dean were curled up against you once again, giving you comfort after a long exhausting day.

You shook your head at the though, realizing how insane you had to have become. Jaebum might have been Dean but... He had also been the one to kidnap you.

You decided to ignore the safe feeling and chalked it up to deliria from dehydration as well as the shock from being taken by a supernatural creature that you hadn’t know existed just hours before.

It had just been a few hours right? Not that much time could have possibly passed...

“J-Jaebum...” He nodded at you patiently. He was finally going to let you speak despite his ability to read your mind. At least he was being polite about it now. “How long...” Your throat still ached, and though your stomach ached from guzzling all that water you were still parched. “Has it been since you took me?”

A snicker errupted from the kitchen, filling the split second of silence that had followed your question. “Shits about to get good!”

Jaebum’s face went from soft and kind to hard and aggravated in a split second.

He turned to glare daggers at BamBam. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

“I have literally no place I’d rather be then here for when you tell her that she’s been knocked out for-”

A loud growl burst from Jaebum’s throat making you jerk back instinctively, and instantly you filled with horror that you had lost fear for such a ferocious creature for even a moment. He sounded like a lion about to kill another male over territory. He sounded like a beast. He sounded like a demon.

You dared to tear your eyes from Jaebum for a moment to see BamBam’s ears flattened back against his head, his lips pulled back into a hiss. BamBam lifted himself up so his feet and both hands were on the counter, and he pounced onto the kitchen table and out the window in the next heartbeat.

“Damn asshole.” Jaebum muttered, turning back to you with an intense, though less intimidating, stare.

“How long?” You’d asked him before you lost your nerve again. He could read your mind anyway. He would know that you needed to know.

“Two and a half months.” He kept talking even as your jaw went slack and your eyes nearly popped out of your skull from widening so much. “I managed to keep you safe and out of harms way until today when Jinyoung’s little buddy Jackson came over to annoy me again.”

You opened your mouth to try to speak but failed. There was no spell involved this time. You were just so utterly shocked that it had been almost three months since he’d taken you that you had lost the ability to form coherent sentences.

You hadn’t even realized that Jaebum was still talking until your mind caught up to the information a few seconds later. “...and he only does it to annoy me. Jackson plays cute just like all other Pixies do until you finally realize that by following the cute, shy little creature to gawk at them, you’d actually been lured to your own death. Mischievous little shits Pixies are. You’ll do well to stay the hell away from the lot of them.” His kind smile returned again, humor softening his sharp eyes this time. “Not that I’ll let you have much time to leave the house without me. It’s too easy to find your death here.”

“I-I don’t even have the capability to ask you how the fuck these things exist or even what the fuck all these creatures here are... Just please take me back. My mom must be worried sick and I-I...” the droplets of your tears hit your hands before you even realized that you were crying. You paused just long enough to sniff back the snot you knew would start dripping from your nose in any moment. Your voice got higher pitched the longer you spoke, so you tried to keep your speech short before your pitch became so high that probably only BamBam could understand you. “Why did you do this to me?”

His eyes didn’t change at all seeing you cry. He still had humor behind them, his smile still stretched out across his face unchanging. That damn softness in his face even as you came near hysterical. “Your mom still thinks you’re in the mortal world and that you’re perfectly safe. Don’t worry about it my darling.”

He reached out a hand and softly brushed a tear away. You were too frozen from the sudden touch that you didn’t jerk away like you should have. He paused with his fingers still touching your cheeks lightly. “You’ll learn to not be afraid of me soon Y/n. You’ll see. I’ll protect you. You won’t be alone in this world.”

With each word your soul filled up with more fear, more hopelessness, and somehow even a spark of anger was able to shine through the all the horror. You were going to be trapped here forever... and those other things, those other creatures Jaebum was talking to...

“J-Jinyoung is going to want to kill me. Isn’t he?”

Jaebum’s face darkened and he pulled away his hand from you. “Possibly. But I won’t let him. I have creatures on my side just like he does.” Jaebum stood up suddenly, grabbing the now empty glass that you’d forgotten was clutched between your hands. “I’m going to get you more water, and then I’ll tell you about my allies. You’re going to need to know about them if you’re going to live here since they’ll pop up now and again.”

You thought you had officially gone crazy at hearing the soft giggling that responded to Jaebum’s mention of his allies. You thought so until you felt a shifting on the bed, and looked over to see another strange and red-eyed man sitting there, merely inches away from you.

“Why hello there dearie!” A scream ripped from your throat and you scrambled to get away from him, falling off the side of the bed in your haste. He only giggled more at you, earning a shout from Jaebum.

You had thought you had finally gotten away from the other strange creatures of this realm, but you were damn wrong. This creature had straight long blonde-brown hair, a rounded face with completely flawless skin, a body almost as long and lithe as Jinyoung’s though a bit more toned with muscle, and the most deep blood red eyes you had only ever imagined in your deepest nightmares. They piratically glowed as the light danced off of them, his black pupils impossibly dark for his bright and happy looking face.

“Yah!” Jaebum shouted again when Younjae didn’t tear his eyes away from yours, his smile rooted into place. “Youngjae you rude ass. Announce yourself before you teleport here or you might scare Y/n to her literal death.”

“What the fuck are you...?” You huddled in the corner by were you fell, still too scared to move much further in case Jaebum saw it as an attempt to escape.

Youngjae laughed as if that were the funniest thing he’d ever heard, his laugh child-like and impossibly cheerful. His laugh didn’t match his eyes at all. A shiver crept up your spine when he didn’t stop despite Jaebum’s glaring at him.

“He’s a cross-road demon.” Jeabum’s eyes shifted to your, “He makes deals with mortals on behalf of hell.”

“Yep!” Your eyes darted back to Youngjae and he winked at you with that damn smile still plastered to his face. “Choi Youngjae, cross-road demon extraordinaire and Jaebum’s right hand man at your service! It’s nice to meet you. Something tells me we’ll be seeing a lot of each other over the next few millennia.” He snickered gleefully again, “Unless Jinyoung and his crew kill you first that is.”

“But,” Jaebum intervened before fear overtook you completely once again, “we won’t let that happen, will we Youngjae?”

“Of course not. But we’re going to have to gather the team in case that jack-ass comes for us.” He looked to you again and raised his eyebrows. “And something, oops! I mean someone, tells me that he is.”

“Well then Youngjae,” Jaebum turned on the sink water to finally fill the empty glass in his hands. “You’d better get out there and start spreading the word to the team to meet here then.”

Youngjae’s smile turned twisted, showing less innocence and more of what he truly was somewhere deep inside of him past the child-like joy he projected. “Yes sir~”

He turned to wink at you one last time before he rapidly started folding into himself and disappearing entirely.

At this point, you weren’t even shocked that he could literally fold into himself in order to disappear. You were past shock now, only numb acceptance taking it’s place.

Something told you that if that was the kind of guy your protection was up to, then you were royally screwed. Cross-road demons, djinns, and other odd creatures or not.

“Finally.” Jaebum said, turning off the sink and walking back to you with the glass of water, “we’re completely alone now.”

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def-initely-soul · 4 years ago

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Can I get some Jaebum, in a creepy setting with the prompt “I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”? If I can't..well...we both know I can. ☺️❤️ Oh and make it 80s themed.

damn right you can! (i mean come on, really, did you think I was gonna say no?)

pairing: jaebum from got7 x reader (f.)

prompts: “I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

genre: supernatural au; witch au; 80s au; horrorish

warnings: mention of pregnancy gone wrong

words: 5.7k (what is wrong with me, these are supposed to be drabbles...)

“I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

Jaebum sighs out loud, already regretting having Jinyoung tag along with him in the first place. He knew his more logic-driven friend wouldn’t have supported this outing and yet he couldn’t leave him out of this. Not when Jackson himself had tagged along as well.

“We’re not lost in the woods okay? I know where we’re going...” Jaebum repeats for what feels like the hundredth time tonight as his flashlight flickers for a second. With a curse, he shakes the thing before the light flickers back on. He can swear he just replaced the batteries in this thing.

“Are you sure? Because all I’m seeing are trees, not some bitchin’ witchin’ house in the woods,” Jinyoung retorts and Jaebum rolls his eyes even if he keeps moving forward.

The reason the three of them are out tonight and not on Mark’s rad Halloween party is that they’re out on a search for their town’s own resident witch. It’s rumoured that once upon a time a witch lived in those woods, granting wishes to children that were brave enough to befriend her. Jaebum supposes it’s more of a cautionary tale about judging someone before you meet them than an actual event.

Still he has to try.

“Oh that sounds gnarly, try saying it quick. Bitchin’ witchin’, bitchin’ witchin’, bitchin’ witchin’...” Jackson interrupts from next to Jaebum, repeating the mantra with a level of concentration Jaebum hasn’t seen him use ever. Not even for math class.

“Yeah, Jackson that’s great but it would be even greater if we weren’t lost in the middle of the woods, searching for a witch that might not be even real! I mean she was here, what? 300 years ago or so?” Jinyoung is relentless in trying to get them to return back home. Jaebum doesn’t answer him and keeps moving forward, his boot crunching the dead leaves on the ground as the sun finally disappears behind the mountains.

Jackson chuckles nervously. “Ugh, take a chill pill dude, Jae said he had a reason to look for her, so we’re here to support him,” he replies calmly and that seems to shut Jinyoung up. The three friends keep walking in silence, Jaebum a few steps ahead as he clutches on the book that has any information regarding the witch.

She first started granting wishes around the 1600s, the then-village having a small period of tranquillity as everyone had their wishes fulfilled and the witch got almost everything she needed for free in return. But then a kid disappeared. A young girl at the age of 18, like Jaebum’s age now, leaving no trace of her behind. No letter, no nothing. They couldn’t find anything and everyone immediately suspected the witch.

They burned her at the stake and she, feeling wronged, threatened the town with her upcoming return to steal all their children until the town went down in ruins.

Of course, that never happened and the only thing that’s left of that bedtime story is this book, reciting the legend and a small poem that’s supposed to help someone find their way to her lair.

Beneath the barren willow tree Eternal maiden of the light shall be The ticking clock appoints to three Three of service and so would be But beware the fickle call of darkness Its binds are full of lies and harshness Black and green won't lie to you Protect that which appeals for you

Most of it doesn’t make any sense but Jaebum at least can tell that he’s supposed to find a barren willow tree.

“Can you at least tell us why we’re going there? What are you gonna ask for if we find her?” Jinyoung tries again, this time much calmer and understanding. And yet Jaebum doesn’t respond.

Jackson sensing Jaebum’s hesitation jumps in to answer the question himself. “Well, I don’t know about you dinguses, but I’m gonna wish for Ana saying yes to one date!” he says, eyes staring ahead dazedly with a lovesick smile and Jaebum drowns a chuckle.

“Isn’t this like, kinda forcing her to go out with you though?” Jinyoung claims and Jackson groans.

“No, I mean I sure hope it’s not! I won’t ask for her to date me, I’m just asking for an opportunity to show her what an amazing boyfriend I’ll be!” Jackson claims and Jinyoung rolls his eyes even though a smile is etched on his features.

“I really doubt you need that man...” he admits and Jaebum agrees. It’s been really fun watching Jackson make a fool out of himself trying to impress her (he even tried moonwalking), but it would be even more fun if he actually didn’t impress her.

The girl is hella mad about him and the only person who can’t tell is Jackson.

Jackson smiles at Jinyoung’s words. “You really think so? I can’t wait to meet her tonight at the party! Wait till she sees my Luke Skywalker costume,” he says, taking out his fake lightsaber to swoosh in the air.

“Hm, but if she’s dressed like last year you won’t match...” Jaebum observes and Jackson lets out a heavy, dreamy sigh.

“Ah, yeah... The Madonna costume...” he says in a lovesick daze and Jinyoung rolls his eyes. Last year Ana went as Madonna for Halloween giving both Jackson and her mother a heart attack. Although it’s safe to say those reactions differed significantly.

Jaebum laughs but at least he’s glad for the distraction. He doesn’t have to answer Jinyoung’s question for now and he’s sure if Jinyoung knew Jaebum was actually searching for his dad like this, he’d be against it.

Jaebum’s dad left them when he was a kid. One day he was there and one day he wasn’t. No one knew where he went and Jaebum’s mother was inconsolable at first. Jaebum was barely 7 and his sister was barely 3. She didn’t remember him but Jaebum knew him long enough to miss him every day. And to wonder why.

“Anywho, what are you gonna wish for, Jinyoung?” Jackson asks as they keep walking deeper into the woods, the last lights of civilization far behind them as the air turns crisp and sharp.

Jinyoung shrugs before turning his head away as if embarrassed. “Nothing. I’m just here cause Jaebum asked us...” he admits and Jaebum finally turns to look at him. It’s not normal for Jinyoung to say such a thing. Normally he’d cringe, shoving anyone that even attempted a hug, not the type to admit to such feelings. Jaebum knows it’s a big deal so he smiles thankfully at his best friend.

Jackson whistles in mockery before playfully jabbing Jinyoung with his elbow. “Oh, is the ice king finally admitting he’s soft for his besties?” he says, well-intended and as Jinyoung shoves him away and tells him to piss off, he can’t help but smile as well.

The three of them have been best friends since diapers. Jaebum figures it’d be a cold day in hell if they ever got separated.

But as Jaebum ponders on that, his eyes catch what he’s been trying to locate on these woods. A barren willow tree.

His feet stop as a sudden stillness fills the air. The trees stand still, air no longer breezing in between the leaves, whatever woodland creatures that might have wandered around these parts long gone as the three friends stand beneath the tree.

It’s enormous, its branches spreading through the forest like veins, empty and dwindled, as the last few leaves fall to join the rest of their brothers on the ground. The silence unfurls, the only sound the sound of their breathing, as their chests heave with something. Something that makes the skin on their necks crawl and goosebumps to cover their hands.

Jaebum swallows the nerves crawling up his throat as he takes a step forward. His eyes, unwilling at first, follow down the trunk of the tree to see what lies beneath it. Just like the poem said.

But all he sees is a massive rock, empty and hollow on the inside as vines and moss cover the cold exterior.

His eyebrows furrow before diving back into the book. It’s supposed to be here.

Jinyoung lets out a shaky breath before shaking the feeling of uneasiness out of his head. “See, there’s nothing here. It’s just a hollow cave with barely enough space to fit a bear. We should go,” he comments carefully. But Jaebum ignores him in favour of the book.

“It’s supposed to be here, why isn’t it here?” Jaebum says frantically, as Jinyoung and Jackson exchange a look. Jackson moves forward, carefully placing a hand on Jaebum’s shoulder. “We can try next year, dude...”

Jaebum huffs in confusion. He can’t spend another year wondering. He can’t.

“Come on, let’s get to the party...” Jinyoung adds on and Jaebum can’t find any more strength to fight back, so he turns his back on the cave.

Until a sound emerges from its depths.

Jaebum turns to look back immediately, eyes traveling inside the cave in search for whatever made that sound. The darkness inside of it doesn’t help him much. Instead, it’s humid, eerie and somewhat enchanting. As if calling him to dive in. As if drawing him into that pure black that seems to have no way out.

Jinyoung heard the sound too. “What in the hell was that?” his eyes are wide in fear as Jackson takes a step back.

“Man, this is totally not tubular...” Jackson exclaims, diving into his fanny pack to get out his own flashlight as well. Both him and Jaebum redirect the light to lighten the inside of the cave but it seems to not work.

Then the sound reappears. But it’s more distinct. It’s high, yet soft and it sounds a lot like...

Meowing.

Wait. Meowing?

And just as Jaebum has that thought, a little black creature emerges from the cave, the culprit behind the sound and it stands before the three boys, staring at them curiously with it’s big, green eyes.

A cat.

Jinyoung sighs in relief and Jackson begins chuckling as soon as he sees the tiny animal staring at the three of them. “Jesus, man, I thought you were a bear or something...’

“Yeah, that’s what we all thought...” Jinyoung agrees quickly as Jaebum kneels down to look at the cat. For an animal living in the woods and having to fend for itself, it doesn’t look very wary of humans. The cat tilts its head as it looks back at Jaebum and he’s not crazy but he can swear the cat seems to look at him as if expecting him to talk.

So he does.

“We’re here for the witch...?” he begins confidently but the statement comes out more as a question as he realizes what he’s doing. He’s talking to a cat. He’s never gonna live this down.

But as he’s ready to get up and urge his friends to leave, the cat nods. It nods as if understanding Jaebum and then it nudges his hand. There’s a name tag around its neck but before Jaebum gets to read it the cat turns to look inside the cave. As if motioning for him to follow it.

Jaebum sucks in a breath. He was right. She was here. And as he stares more into the animal’s eyes he swears they glint with something else, something more aware.

Something more human.

“I’m dreaming. I’m definitely dreaming,” Jinyoung says with wide eyes as Jaebum waves at them to follow him. Jackson simply stares in awe as the inside of the cave illuminates by a warm, orange light. It reveals a much bigger space than before, the formation elongates into a corridor and as the three friends follow the cat inside the cave, they slowly notice the walls transforming. They grow tall, the humidity in the air dissipating as the vines and moss disappear from the walls and the rock turns to woods. The ground bellow them softly gives way for wood and floor and just as suddenly as they were in the cave, they’re now inside a small wooden cottage.

They turn to look behind them but the corridor has disappeared. There are only walls and a door behind them and the friends turn to look at each other in awe.

The house they’re into is small. Wooden floors creak at their steps and the smell of incense and sage fills their nostrils. There’s a table in front of them, big and high like an examining table but it’s full with small trinkets, branches of several plants and every kind of things Jaebum would expect to see on that movie his mother keeps watching, The Witches of Eastwick.

There’s also a fireplace behind the table, small enough to fit a cauldron that’s currently bubbling with something inside. If Jaebum is honest, he doesn’t want to know what’s in it.

The cat meows again, drawing the three boys’ attention to it. It sits on its rear legs next to the only armchair of the house, staring at them in wait. Jaebum can’t figure out what the cat is waiting from them, but for some reason, he can’t shake the feeling that the feline wants to tell him something. But cats can’t talk.

“Oh, I see my darling cat brought in some visitors!” comes a wrinkly but soft voice hiding in the shadows and at once all three of them turn towards the sound of the voice. They see an old woman walk forward. She’s small in size, Jaebum thinks, almost like a child, a shawl is spread around her shoulders like a blanket and her white hair graces her head like a cotton cloud. She seems to be limping, carefully walking forward with a cane in one hand as the other hides beneath her clothes.

Jaebum thinks she doesn’t look at all like a witch. At least not like what he imagined a witch would look like. She looks like someone’s grandma.

She smiles at the three men before a cracking sound comes from her bones. “Oh, would anyone of you boys be a dear and help an old woman to her armchair?” she calls calmly. Sweetly as if talking to her grandson and Jackson is immediately moving.

“Yes, ma’am, of course...” he replies, lending her his hand to support herself and she smiles thankfully at him.

“Oh my, what a young gentleman you are...” she keens as Jackson safely helps her to her armchair and as she sits down, Jaebum observes as the cat slowly walks away to stand in front of the warmth of the fireplace.

The woman, seeing Jaebum wondering stare rushes to explain. “She never was a particularly loving cat that one. I’m just happy she’s safe and warm here...” she comments gently, waving her hand dismissively in the air. At once a cup of liquid appears in the air and the woman reaches her hand a bit forward to catch it. The three boys look at her in astonishment, not quite sure if what they’ve witnessed is real but none seems to know what to say.

The woman (or, Jaebum thinks, the witch) notices their stares just as she takes a sip. “Oh, I’m awfully sorry, do you want some tea as well?” she asks with a welcoming smile and that seems to wake everyone up.

“Uhm, no, madam, thank you,” Jinyoung replies before he gulps, still too awed to say anything else. He’s still trying to process everything.

The woman shrugs before taking another sip. “Sit,” she says, almost commanding and suddenly all three of them found themselves being seated on three wooden chairs. “I assume you three fine young gentlemen are here for the wishes?” she asks ingeniously, looking at the friends from above her tea. The steam of the beverage rises above the cup, towards her hair, giving her an otherworldly aura as if her white hair keeps moving along with the wind.

“How do you know that madam?” Jaebum questions suspiciously but the woman only chuckles at his naivety.

“Oh, please, why else would you be here?” she observes cleverly and Jaebum swallows his words because, well, she’s right.

He doesn’t know what else to say though. This is something he’s been thinking for the past few months, finding the witch and using the wish to find out about his father. But now the words won’t come out. They get stuck in his throat, suddenly this all expedition feels wrong and he can’t shake the feeling of uneasiness prickling at his bones.

“So which one of you will go first?” the woman asks sweetly.

When none of them answers, Jackson decides to speak up. “I guess that’s me,” he chuckles before dragging his chair forward to get closer to the woman. “There’s this girl from my high school and I was wondering...”

But Jaebum misses the rest of the conversation when he feels something against his leg. He looks down curiously to see the cat rubbing softly against his leg. Once again her eyes meet his and he’s certain that those aren’t just normal cat eyes. There’s something off about that cat, something telling him it isn’t just a simple cat.

Then with a graceful jump, she ends up on his lap, paws pressing against his legs as if preparing her bed. Then she curls upon him, her big, green eyes staring back at him, through him and he can’t tell if he’s losing his mind or not but it seems like the cat is trying to tell him something.

The woman’s shrill chuckle shakes Jaebum out of his thoughts as he finds the woman staring at the cat on his lap with an indecipherable look in her eyes.

“Seems she likes you...” she comments mysteriously, eyes boring holes through the cat that shifts uncomfortably on Jaebum’s legs. Jaebum senses an air of animosity towards the animal and when his eyes find the woman’s, he’s sure it’s not just his imagination.

“Seems like it, yeah,” he responds with a steady voice and a level gaze at the witch. She seems to be taken aback at his reply but she’s quick to replace her shocked expression with a calm, saccharine one.

Then she returns her attention back to Jackson’s wish and the cat seems to relax once more. Jaebum’s gaze falls to the animal on his lap once more, and once again she looks back. He can’t shake the feeling that...

That her eyes are human.

The cat nudges her head against his palm as if wanting to be petted and Jaebum would have done exactly that if he didn’t take notice of the name tag on the cat’s neck. His fingers reach for the metallic pendant, eyes wary, for some reason not wanting the witch to realise what he’s doing. But she seems too engrossed in Jackson’s story as he drags it out.

So with a bated breath, Jaebum turns around the pendant.

Y/N, it reads.

Confusion engulfs him. Where has he seen that name before?

After a few seconds, it hits him.

It’s the name of the girl that disappeared all these years ago.

His eyes widen and he gasps.

The sound gathers the witch’s attention on him again. “What’s wrong, dear?” she asks carefully but Jaebum can see the calculating glint in her eyes. The cat meows softly on his lap, in a warning.

“I, uh, nothing, nothing, I just...” he gulps, struggling to find something to appease the witch without raising her suspicions. “Ah, the cat, she accidentally scratched me...” he responds swiftly, hoping that’ll be enough.

The witch looks at him suspiciously but doesn’t say anything else on the matter. “And you?”

Jaebum’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

The witch smiles. “What’s your wish?”

Jaebum freezes. He knows what his wish is. He knows what he came here for and yet his eyes fall back into the cat. Or rather, you. The girl that disappeared all those years ago at the age of 18, at his age and suddenly none of it feels right.

He doesn’t know what to wish for.

“I, uhm...” he begins unsure, but then his eyes rest on the space above the fireplace. Where a brown, leather book stands and immediately he remembers a passage from the book currently hiding in his bag.

There’s a book rumoured to exist. A book that contains numerous spells the witch uses but also the spell to rid the witch of her powers so she can no longer hurt anyone. A book bound in leather and spells, containing such evil and darkness within but also the salvation for anyone under the witch’s influence. The book’s never been found.

Jaebum bets his walkman that’s said book.

He quickly returns his stare at the cat, for if he wants to be successful he must show no sign of interest in the book.

“I want the cat,” he finally replies, raising his proud stare to look at the witch. Jackson and Jinyoung look at Jaebum as if he’s gone mad and yet the witch’s expression hasn’t changed. She stares stoically at Jaebum, face not at all revealing any of her thoughts and yet there’s a storm brewing in her grey eyes that glint almost silver.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” she finally replies. But her voice is different. It’s low, grave and threatening almost like a growl and Jaebum can feel prickles of fear on his skin.

Yet he perseveres.

“Why not?” he raises his chin up defiantly and he can see the old woman fuming. Good, that means it’s working.

“Because!” she yells suddenly, losing her composure for a second. But then she schools her face back into that sweet expression, that one that now seems to Jaebum sickeningly sweet.

“Because she’s my only companion here. It can be very, very lonely being alone in the woods. I’m sure you wouldn’t wish that for anyone, now would you?” she stares intensely at him and Jaebum can understand that it’s a threat.

So he sighs heavily as if he’s disappointed. “I guess you’re right madam. But I really liked this one...” he complains, waiting for the witch’s reaction.

The woman sighs. “I can’t give you the cat, but I can give you anything else you ask for...” she makes a promise, hoping the promise of something grander will draw him away from the cat but what she doesn’t know is that Jaebum wants exactly that.

“Anything...?” he asks innocently and once it seems like he got the bait the witch smiles victoriously.

“Anything! A witch’s promise is a deal! I will give you anything you ask of me, this I swear!” she proclaims and at once a slight breeze flies through the room even if all the windows and doors are sealed. It’s her magic, taking effect once her promise was out in the wind and now she really has to do anything he asks of her.

And that’s exactly what he wants.

He points to the book. “I want that.”

Once her gaze falls to the item, her face pales. The once sweet smile is wiped off her face, instead a scowl appearing in its place. Her hair begins moving once again as if enchanted and she stands up from her armchair, not needing anyone’s help anymore.

The three boys look at her in horror as her figure elongates and her skin darkens, bones and limbs growing longer and slimmer, resembling branches of a tree. Her fingernails grow, darkening as her fingers crack and turn in weird angles and her feet drag across the floor, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. Her shawl falls off to the floor forgotten, and the white in her eyes disappears completely, now being an electric silver as if seeing lightning. Her face pulls down as if someone is dragging the skin down but her movements don’t stop.

The boys hiss, covering their ears as the cat begins yowling at the witch, ears drown back as her back hunches in alarm but the witch pays them no mind. Her long, bony fingers wrap around the book and she slowly turns around towards Jaebum. Then she moves again forwards as if she’s floating on the air and with heavy movements, she passes Jaebum the book.

Jaebum watches the exchange in alarm, a wicked grin covering the witch’s face from ear to ear, abnormally stretched and revealing the insides of her rotten mouth.

“I’m only giving this to you boy because I have to. You can use it for only one spell and if I find out that you tried to steal it from me, or use it to harm me and my way of living, there won’t be any of you left to tell the story...” her voice is low and deadly, like a whisper as it makes the fine hair on Jaebum arms rise. He swallows nervously, accepting the book with a nod of his head.

“Thank you, madam, I promise I’ll return the book as soon as I use my spell, this I promise!” he repeats the incantation the witch have said before, not because it will take effect, after all, there’s no magic in him, but because he hopes it shows a level of respect towards the witch in front of him.

The witch looks at him for a second, still looming over him in all her wickedness and then she’s back to how she was before; a charming old lady needing some company.

The three boys blink in surprise at the sudden transition but before they get to say anything else, the air around them feels like it’s shrinking and them with it. Like someone is sucking away the contents of the room at the other end, from where they came from. The cat jumps off him, staring at him one last time as Jaebum feels something pulling him backwards and the last thing they see before being dropped out of the cave is the witch’s evil smile.

Suddenly the three of them are outside in the woods again, in front of the cave that now seems normal once more. Jaebum shakes off the leaves from him before he opens up the book and begins searching frantically.

“Jaebum what in the world are you doing?!” Jinyoung yells once he’s up again, approaching him with enraged steps as Jaebum reads quickly page after page.

Jackson is quick to agree with Jinyoung. “Yeah, man what the hell was that? Did you really want a cat from the witch? We could get you one from the mall!”

“Can you just stop talking for a second, I need to find the spell...” he mumbles, irritated by his friends’ interference but they don’t seem too keen on listening to him.

“No, we can’t until you explain to us what in the fudge was that!” Jinyoung insists, voice strict and commanding and Jaebum takes a breath.

“The cat was not a cat, she’s a girl that disappeared when the witch was still alive and this book contains the spell that strips the witch of her magic and I have to find it before she realizes what I’m about to do!” Jaebum grits through his teeth as he turns page after page, searching for the correct spell.

Jinyoung’s left staring at him speechless and at least he’s not bothering anymore as he searches for the spell.

Jackson is the first to react. “Wait, Jaebum, are you sure? How could you tell, I mean, come on, that cat couldn’t be a human-”

“Yeah and at the beginning of this trip you didn’t believe we’d find the witch but look at us now,” he replies swiftly as his eyes run down the pages until-.

He found it.

I seek to rid someone of power I seek to find the truth behind I seek to burn the evil cower The undeserving to unbind

And he begins chanting it out loud. From what he knows he must certainly recount it at least three times before it takes effect.

Jinyoung and Jackson stare at him in shock, not quite sure what to do but as Jaebum begins chanting for the third time, the cave starts to shake.

He stops only for a second before he begins chanting again. A wind picks up between the trees, howling and whistling in anger as the branches dive down to search for the one recounting the spell. But Jaebum doesn’t deter, he chants louder and louder, the wind now almost taking the book out of his hands but he knows the spell by heart by now.

He chants and chants and the cave doesn’t stop shaking and then a shrill screams echoes through its depths, sharp and horrifying and blood curdling before a black shadow comes rushing through from inside the cave. The scream gets louder as the shadow approaches and once it’s out it dissipates with a loud bang, finally disappearing through the air and the scream fades away.

The cave stops shaking and the wind stops.

And then as Jaebum stares at his hands the book turns to dust and disappears as well.

His two friends are left staring at him in shock. They don’t know what to do or say and honestly Jaebum doesn’t either.

But then a cough sounds from inside the cave. A female one.

Jaebum turns his head towards the hollow only to see a young girl, you, walking out. You cough into your hand as the smoke around you dissipates, your long hair unruly and messy, dressed in a white blouse, a black-laced vest and a brown peasant skirt.

You are the girl that disappeared hundreds of years ago and yet you’re still alive.

Jaebum is frozen in his spot, staring at you and too afraid to move. For some reason, fearing that if he’d move you’d disappear.

Only when you stumble on a tree root, he jolts back to awareness and rushes to help you.

He grabs you by the arm to stabilize you as you seem to not have found your footing just yet.

“Are you okay?” he asks quickly, not knowing you one bit but wanting to make sure you’re alright.

You turn to look at him and once your eyes meet, he knows it was you. That it wasn’t all just in his head.

You nod your head, tears prickling at your eyes from the smoke. “Yes, I think I am...” comes out your rough voice, probably from not speaking for 300 years. Then you turn to look at Jinyoung and Jackson, admittedly a bit bewildered by their clothing but you’re well aware that it’s been hundreds of years since your time and things were bound to change.

You swallow nervously, your throat closing up. “Thank you...” you say softly, “for saving me...” you add as you turn to look at the man holding you up. Truth is he’s quite handsome, sending a reddening blush to your cheeks but you chastise yourself. You shouldn’t feel that way for a strange man. Maybe he’s betrothed and that would be improper.

Jaebum swallows the nervousness that arises in him when he meets your eyes. “No problem... Y/N, right?” he asks just to make sure.

You nod at him as you softly remove your hand from his, now that you feel like you can walk again. “And you are?”

Jaebum face falls just a bit but he’s quick to hide it. “I’m Jaebum, and this is Jinyoung and Jackson,” he responds instead, pointing at his friends.

You turn around to greet them when the one called Jinyoung steps in front of you with wide eyes. You gasp, taking you by surprise and you take a step back, suddenly too overwhelmed with the man’s proximity.

“Are you really the girl that disappeared?” he asks in wonderment and you realize that he doesn’t seem hostile. Only curious.

“Yes. I realized that around the time the witch started granting people’s wishes, a lot of women from my village started losing their unborn children. Once I realized it was the witch’s fault, she turned me into a cat and I could never leave her sight,” you reply softly, eyes downcast as you barely remember pieces of your previous life.

“Until we came along...” says the other boy named Jackson with a boyish grin in an attempt to cheer you up and, indeed, it draws a smile on your lips as you agree with him.

The other boy, Jaebum, coughs into his hands and you turn to look at him curiously. “So, uhm... Do you have a place to stay?” he says but he quickly slaps himself in the forehead.

Of course she doesn’t you airhead!

Your eyes widen with the realization, that no, you do not. How are you supposed to survive in a place that you don’t know anyone and in a time that’s not your own?

“You can stay with one of us! I’m sure our parents won’t mind!” Jackson rushes to say, a helpful smile on his lips and you look at him bewildered.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t ask that of you, you already did so much...” you reply, feeling overwhelmed by their offer.

“It’s no problem, really! And we can teach you all you need to know about this time so you’ll adjust!” Jinyoung adds on and the truth is it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Of course we understand if you feel uncomfortable with that...” Jaebum is quick to say, obviously the only one that realized you might be wary of the idea because they’re all men.

The other two guys exclaim in realization as they agree.

“Well, in that case, I think you’d be better off living with Jaebum. He has a little sister and his mother would probably beat up anyone that tried to hurt you...”Jinyoung chuckles at his joke but Jaebum only seems to fluster with the attention.

“It’s true...” he admits nervously, “My mother is kind of a tough cookie...”

But when he sees your face of confusion he rushes to explain. “It means she’s strong. And she always takes care of us,” he admits out loud and seeing your eyes twinkle in wonderment he realizes it was the right thing to say.

You ponder on it for a second before you turn to them again. Ready for your answer.

“It would be lovely if I could stay for a few nights until I get my bearings. If your mother agrees of course...” you conclude with a shy smile and Jaebum feels himself smile as well.

“I’m sure she won’t mind,” he replies, for once certain he made the right choice.

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