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herwonderland7 · 4 years ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟓 》 Slowly

summary 》 Aera wasn’t aware that as days passed, her body started to weaken and paralyzed as days went by, knowing that she was really running out of time.

characters 》 Gae Aera, Grandma Kim, The White Queen (Aerina), Lim Jaebeom, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom

warnings/author’s note 》 mentioned of being paralyzed, basically Aera is slowly weakening.

genre 》 fantasy, got7!as!werewolves

‘Aera, listen to me. You have to lay down for now. I’m afraid to tell you that your body is slowly weakening. I see that each part of your body will be paralyzed, as days pass.’

The princess is afraid that she might get attached to her loved ones when she is slowly dying, knowing that both would be heartbroken when the time comes.

“...That’s the last one,”

Aera tightly ties the string onto the scroll, handing it towards Grandma Kim, but this time, she grabbed a hold onto the elderly’s hand - eyes gazing onto the elderly.

“This is specifically for Jaebeom and the others. It’s best if you could give them after I had my last breath here,” said Aera softly, her eyes watching her surroundings although they were in Aera’s study room.

Days passed after the parade, and the ceremony was successful as the citizens took a liking for Jaebeom’s pack - they even liked them more after finding out that they were the ones who saved King Morian’s long lost citizen.

Just like how she predicted that day, Aera didn’t have the availability to spend time with the others, and sadly, she could tell that her friendship with Jaebeom was beginning to drift away - since both of them weren’t on talking terms and the rest found out the true reason.

But they didn’t know who Aera’s heart belonged to, since she didn’t mention any names - except for Youngjae, he knew but he decided to keep it quiet.

“So, I heard words regarding you and the alpha,” Grandma Kim mentioned and Aera quickly groaned, knowing what the elderly was about to say next.

“I’m impressed! You’re the first girl to reject an alpha!”

Aera turned towards the eldery who was chuckling to herself in amusement, with a slight glare.

“Do you want me to write it down in the book of prophecy that I’m the first girl to reject an alpha?” Aera sarcastically offered, seeing Grandma Kim chuckling more. The elderly find this amusing, hearing rumors that the princess rejected the alpha. Grandma Kim had actually seen this coming.

“You knew this was going to happen didn’t you?” Aera questioned towards the elderly, seeing that Grandma Kim slowly went towards her.

“Aera, everything has been written in the book of prophecy. That’s already your destiny,”

“...which includes me dying on a bed..” Aera muttered to herself before sighing loudly.

Grandma Kim and Aera had taken a peek on the book of prophecy early in the morning and it seems the day where she is going to die has already been written.

“The book doesn’t even state which day it is. Isn’t it weird?”

“Well I think it is best if we do not know the exact day. There’s a saying we should live our days as if the next day is our last,” Grandma Kim advised and Aera smiled softly to the elderly words.

She knew she was going to miss the elderly’s sentimental words and teasing ones - but she would dearly miss the White Queen. The Queen is her biological mother after-all.

Grabbing a scroll that was meant for the White Queen, Aera turned towards Grandma Kim.

“Do you know where the White Queen currently is?”

Aera was told that The White Queen was having her walk-abouts with the generals. She was about to call the Queen when she decided to lay herself low - after seeing Jaebeom and the others with the White Queen.

It seems they were having a serious discussion, seeing Bambam and Yugyeom having their eyes downcast while listening to Jinyoung basically talking to the Queen.

I wonder what they are talking about.

Not wanting to disturb them, Aera turned her back.

“Oh! Princess Aera! Good timing for you to be here!”

〖 AERA’S POV 〗

Oh no.

I slowly turned towards them, with me hiding the scroll in my layered dress.

Smiling sheepishly to my own mother who was having the biggest smile on her face, my eyes wavered towards the others who were smiling softly at me - except for Jaebeom who was avoiding my eye contact.

“R-right.. So.. what’s going on?”

“I had a serious discussion with Jaebeom and his pack that I had given them an official job in the royal house,” The Queen said while smiling towards the others.

Judging from the others, it seems they were happy about what the Queen had told them which I can’t help but frown sheepishly.

“What’s the job then?”

“Protector of Morian’s castle!” The White Queen said happily and as soon as I heard her answer, my smile immediately faded.

“....Which means they have to move to Morian?”

“My dear Aera, their hometown is Morian.”

I nodded slowly as my eyes moved towards each one of them, reading their thoughts.

All of them were relieved to go home, it seems they were more comfortable in Morian rather than here - according to Yugyeom.

I know it is selfish of me if I wanted them to stay forever in Aerina’s castle - a place which is different than their hometown.

“So when are the 7 of you going back home?” I asked the 7 of them, as they avoided my eyes - not wanting to answer.

“Tomorrow,” Jaebeom answered simply and I frowned at his words.

How could he say it so easily?

“Pardon me? How could you….” I frowned deeply and there was a soft sigh coming from the Queen, seeing the exchange of words between me and Jaebeom.

“Tomorrow, princess.” said Jinyoung this time, slightly loud and I tilted my head towards my mother - kind of sad that why didn’t they tell me earlier, at the same time I can’t blame them.

“I’ll note that.” I smiled slightly towards Jinyoung, before turning my back towards them - leaving them in taken-aback to see me walking away.

〖 YUGYEOM’S POV 〗

“Did you see the princess’s face?” Bambam whispered towards me as we were leaving our rooms.

“Of course,” I answered softly.

The White Queen had given us official jobs which were being the protector of Morian’s castle, but what the queen didn’t mention to the princess was that we were also the protector of Morian Kingdom.

It’s a tough job but I am happy that we were given a job in the royal castle, which means we could see the princess easily!

But it seems Aera wasn’t too happy of us working in the royal castle.

“But why does she look… unhappy?” asked Bambam as he was frowning.

“..I don’t know.. Maybe she doesn’t want us to leave her all alone in Aerina’s castle…?” I assumed, and Bambam’s expression turned sad, realizing that we had to leave the princess.

Smiling slightly with positiveness, I pat his back as an encouragement. “I’m sure she understands. It’s the only way to protect both kingdoms, Bam.”

Bambam nodded with a smile, and we were about to go down the stairs when a group of maidens were running towards a certain direction. We were about to go down when they suddenly stopped us.

“Sir Bambam! Sir Yugyeom! Here you are! We were looking everywhere for you!” One of the maidens called us, and I looked towards Bambam in confusion.

“Why are you ladies rushing for? Did something happen?” asked Bambam, his voice sounded worried - seeing as they looked rushed.

“It’s Princess Aera! She fainted in the middle of horse-riding!”

My eyes went wide after hearing the servant’s response, turning towards Bambam who looked taken-aback.

“Take us to her!” With my answer, Bambam and I, along with the maidens guided us to where Aera was.

〖 BAMBAM’S POV 〗

As soon as Yugyeom and I arrived at the hallway where Aera’s room was located, there were already some figures walking out of her room, with deep frowns on their face.

Somehow, I grew anxious since the deep frowns were coming from Jackson and Jinyoung, but what got me having cold sweats were seeing the pale expression from Jackson himself.

I didn’t even realise that Yugyeom and I were just a few steps away from the both of them.

“What happened to the princess?!” Yugyeom was the first one to question both of the older ones, as they looked from me to Yugyeom.

“..I don’t know what to say..” Jinyoung muttered to himself, as he turned towards Jackson, wanting him to say whatever was going on.

“I don’t even know what the heck is going on till Grandma Kim said the princess has fallen ill and what’s worse is that there were no cures to treat it!” Jackson rambled in anger and annoyance.

I gulped while turning towards Yugyeom, whose eyes were widened twice after hearing Jackson’s words.

“Where are the others? Do they know about this?” I asked, thinking that the others must be informed about this - even if one doesn’t want to know, they had to know.

Aera is our childhood friend, and a future crowned princess to my kingdom and Aerina’s kingdom.

“Youngjae is currently in the garden, finding plants to cure Aera while Mark is searching for Jaebeom in Morian, to let the alpha know as soon as possible regarding this.” Jinyoung informed us and I let out a sigh.

“Can we—

Before I could even ask, Yugyeom already knocked on the door before pushing the door open to see Grandma Kim and the Queen on both sides of the princess’s side.

My eyes fell towards a pale body on the bed, and my eyes immediately went foggy with tears.

“Grandma!? What’s going on? What’s happening?” Yugyeom was already running to his grandma’s side, not caring to bow to the older ones as his eyes attached to the princess, who looked peacefully sleeping.

“My dear, I need you to calm down—

“How can I calm down, Grandma?! The princess doesn’t look well!” Yugyeom yelled slightly, his voice sounded shaky.

As his best friend, my hands already reached for his shoulder - gesturing him to calm down before the presence of the Queen and his own grandmother.

Looking towards Grandma Kim then towards the Queen, I can’t help but frown a little.

Why do they look calm?

“What’s going on, your majesty? Why does the princess look so pale?”

“Aera has never been this pale in our years we have spent with her. Is there something wrong with her, Grandma Kim!?”

More voices were heard in Aera’s head, and to her, the voices sounded annoyed and concerned. Her head began spinning and she could feel herself frowning to the pain she felt.

Couldn’t bear the feeling, Aera’s eyes started to flicker open, her vision starting to focus - then to see a few figures on both of her sides.

Aera slightly groaned as she moved, seeing all heads snapping towards her.

The first person she saw was Jackson, as she then sees Jinyoung, Bambam and Yugyeom with the White Queen and Grandma Kim.

“Princess!” Jackson came rushing towards Aera’s side, sitting on her bed while reaching out for her pale hands. Aera smiled softly, seeing how worried Jackson was. She could only grip onto his hand slightly, feeling her energy getting weaker.

“I’m not dead yet, you know.”

“Don’t say that!” answered Yugyeom a little loudly, making Aera turn towards the taller one. His eyes were watery while his nose was red, indicating that he may have cried.

〖 AERA’S POV 〗

I knew what had happened before I passed out.

I was, as usual, horse-riding and one moment, I felt the same throbbing pain on my chest, the same feeling I felt in Morian - and that’s when I fell into darkness.

This time, I felt twice as painful as before.

“What’s going to happen to me now?” I asked, turning towards Grandma Kim, who was somehow staring at me.

The elderly turned towards the Queen, as she gave a nod towards the elder one.

“You will need to rest more, your highness. Which means bare minimum of movement.”

“What!?” I yelled while frowning.

There was no way I would be staying in bed for almost every time.

I still have so much to do, so much to write on the scrolls for the future - knowing I would be gone anytime.

I can’t be sitting still.

“But—

‘Aera, listen to me. You have to lay down for now. I’m afraid to tell you that your body is slowly weakening. I see that each part of your body will be paralyzed, as days pass.’

My eyes slowly widen, hearing Grandma Kim’s voice of thoughts while trying to move my legs, which unfortunately, and to my horror, I can’t even move my legs.

My eyes started to get watery in fear, turning towards the Queen as her eyes were already clouded with tears.

‘I can’t move my legs! Don’t do this to me! I have so much to do, Grandma! Help me!’ My thought of voice came out as a scream, without knowing that I let out a whimper, which caused the others to be taken-aback.

Only Grandma Kim, and my mother could hear my honest thoughts, as they could look at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen.

This is it.

“Aera, princess. Look at me, hey.” Jackson called me out, making me break eye contact with my mother. His hands were cupping both of my cheeks, forcing me to directly look at me.

“You can get through this. We will take care of you, we will stay here until you are better, right guys?” Jackson pleaded to me, turning towards the others who were nodding, supporting Jackson’s answer.

Chuckling while sobbing, I shake my head slowly while holding onto his hands, staring into his eyes that had so much hope.

Not knowing that I was staring at him, my eyes filled with hope that wasn’t even real. Jackson and the others were trying hard to read me, since I had blocked others to read me deep - and I was too into gazing towards Jackson, that the door busted open.

To reveal Mark and Jaebeom, they looked like in a rush as they were breathing rather heavily.

My eyes somehow met with Jaebeom, his eyes went wide and for a second, I could see his eyes went teary but he immediately hid it with him clenching his jaw, seeing what Jackson is doing.

“Aera!” Mark called me, his voice filled with worry while running towards me.

Instead of him, Jaebeom exited the room and I could already feel his jealousy even when he was just outside.

“I’ll talk to him and—

“No. You don’t have to, Jackson. Leave him be. He’ll come around,” My hands are already grabbing for Jackson as he was about to leave.

‘Stay, Jackson. Stay with me, please.’

Jackson’s head snapped towards me, his eyes widened slowly as he heard my voice of thoughts - which sounded desperate and rushed.

Cursing to myself, I had just accidentally let out my honest thoughts in vulnerable moments.

I really need to work out on that, or I would be in trouble.

“Okay, lovebirds. Do in mind that we are in the same room, and Mark just got here! Give him some love!” Bambam broke my thoughts, complaining about me and Jackson - as I turned towards Mark who was slightly pouting towards me, causing myself to giggle.

‘I don’t have much time with them and I’m already worried that I might get attached to them, just like how they are attached to me,’

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

#got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 wolf #got7 wolf au #got7 wolf scenarios #got7 wolf imagines #got7 fantasy #got7 mark #got7 jaebeom #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom

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honorguk · 4 years ago

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got7 as wolves

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pairing ━ got7 genre ━ supernatural warnings ━ none! summary ━ what got7 would be like as wolves ↳ requested!

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─ • JAEBUM

a black wolf, the definite alpha of the pack. he’s evidently the most dominant yet wisest of the group considering he’s their leader, and has always been. jaebum can be seen as quite hostile, but only when he needs to be, and otherwise a very collected wolf.

─ • MARK

mark is a grey beta wolf, and a lead warrior. he’s always the right hand wolf, handling commands from jb, their leader, and is mostly quiet, but very aggressive. just don’t get on his bad side, alright?

─ • JINYOUNG

jinyoung is a dark grey, elegant wolf. he’s a beta, and a hunter, and often aids in surveying the area and looks for food in the process, and calls on the pack once he’s found a stop, as well as a few deer to chew on.

─ • JACKSON

jackson was found as a rogue and was almost rejected from the pack, but mark saw the good in him and asked jaebum to let him in after being watched for a while. jackson is a black wolf, one that’s very shirt and cold at first, but highly loyal and opens up over time.

─ • YOUNGJAE

youngjae - a dark grey delta. he helps train the omegas of the pack, and is a definite mood maker and comic relief in the group. he’s a lil happy wolf that nobody really suspects to act the way he does, and is always there when a wold feels down.

─ • BAMBAM

bambam would be a grey omega that’s at first used a decoy, but is soon realized to be too previous to be put under such danger. he now helps jinyoung scavenge and survey the area, doing his best to follow in the footsteps of the elder.

─ • YUGYEOM

yugyeom, a gorgeous white delta wolf. he takes part in training but is also labelled the healer of the pack. he was the one that helped jackson get back on his feet and treated his wounds and marks, getting the black wolf ready for survival once more.

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straylightdream · 4 years ago

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Seeing her for the first time felt like fire coursing through his veins. His heart has never raced faster in his existence. He would experience it again in a heartbeat to see her.

♡ status: coming soon

♡ wolf & soulmate au

♡ pairing: wolf! Jackson Wang x reader

♡ warnings: angst, romance, smut.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* the taglist is open send a message or send an ask if you would like to be tagged*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#got7 #got7 x reader #got7 wolf au #got7 au #jackson wang #jackson wang au #jackson wang x reader #wolf au #mark tuan #im jaebum #im jaebeom #got7 jb #park jinyoung #jinyoung #bam bam #Yugyeom #my writing #liy #got7 imagine

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deja-vux · 4 years ago

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Comeback Update

I know its been a hot minute since i last wrote stories so i wanted to give you you guys an updated list of things i'd write for if by any chance you don't see what you're looking for just go ahead and send me a request and i'll let you know if I'm up for it. I'm usually pretty open\

Masterlist

Television/Movies

-Mayans MC

-Sons of Anarchy

-The Vampire Diaries

-The Originals

-Legacies

-Titans

-Shadowhunters

-Teen Wolf

-Bat Family

Kpop

-EXO

-BTS

-Stray Kids

-ATEEZ

-SuperM

-NCT

-Monsta X

-GOT7

-Wonho

Sports

-Soccer Players

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got7imaginations · 6 years ago

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A Wandering Wolf (A Lone Wolf Sequel)

Author’s Note: This Story is a sequel to my story “A Lone Wolf” written on Tumblr. Read here for the previous story. "A Wandering Wolf" will be mostly independent of the first story, so it’s not necessary to read the previous one to understand this story, but it will give more insight into what Jaebum went through before he reached this point in the story! Enjoy!

Note 2: If you read "A Lone Wolf," the main character went unnamed since the story was written in second person POV. For the sake of this story, the female main character of "A Lone Wolf" is named Alla.

Chapter 1: A New City

When a man is rejected, left behind, and stripped of all titles, how is he supposed to go on? When the future a man imagined for himself is reduced to ashes blowing in the wind, what does he do next? When everything he ever knew and loved is in the arms of another, a place he can never return to, where does he go from there?

“If I let you go, will you promise me something?” Jaebum could hear still Alla’s voice as clear as the day he left.

“Anything for you.” In the moment Jaebum had meant those words he said to Alla. She had been everything he wanted, but now…

“Promise me you won’t stop looking for love,” Alla had said. “I don’t want to hear that you only have one mate either, because that doesn’t mean you can’t love again. For me and for yourself, please don’t give up.”

“Anything for you.”

It had been six moon cycles since Jaebum left Alla and his pack, and he still thought about the last conversation he had with her every day. In the moment it had been easy to promise such a thing. Alla was supposed to be his mate, and all he wanted was to make her happy. But now, things were different. Alla picked Mark over Jaebum, and he was all alone, destined to be a lone wolf for the rest of his days. He didn’t think he would actually be able to keep his promise.

Werewolves were only meant to have one mate, and once they met each other, that was supposed to be that. Yes, Alla had two mates, but that was a fluke. Jaebum knew deep inside that he wasn’t special like Alla. He tried to win her heart and failed, and now he didn’t know what to do next. She asked him to search for love, but he didn’t know where to begin. His heart was shattered, and the idea of loving another was just painful to him.

Please click here to continue reading the story!

Author’s Note: I have decided to start my own blog, and I plan on posting most if not all of my fanfiction stories on my website: Thekblob.com. I will post previews of the stories and links to the full chapters on tumblr still! Thank you all for your support. Also, if you have any suggestions or ideas for stories you would like me to write, please let me know! I will mostly be doing series or mini-series, but if the mood strikes, I may write some one-shots too. Please note that I won’t be taking requests exactly, but if you have an idea, it might spark an idea for me, so please feel free to send them. Just please don’t be upset with me if I don’t write it. I also plan on starting to write stories for other groups, including Monsta X, so look forward to that! Thank you all again! :D

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hobrerek · 6 years ago

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I was just saying to a friend that I was surprised when I put out a prompt request that all I got were Sterek requests....until she pointed out my tumblr name 😂 duh!

#teen wolf #sterek #sterek prompts #sterek imagines #BTS prompts #BTS imagines #GOT7 prompts #GOT7 imagines #actually #lets not be picky #writing prompts #writing imagines #its been fun to connect with people again #much love

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mara-twins · 6 years ago

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Chapter 7

The next morning Princess wakes Mark up early despite his reluctance. The only thing that got him up was, “okay fine, lay here. I’m gonna go and see Jinyoung.”

And like that Mark was up and ready, pulling princess out the door. She drove them to what will the the old HQ only for Mark to find that nobody was awake. At least it seemed that way, as Mark and Princess make their ways through the place the see light coming from the computer lab.

They make their way inside, but cautiously. Mark knows that as much as Jinyoung loves his lab he prefers sleeping in his bed a lot more.

The princess suddenly stops, her fingers woven between Mark's - halting him as if a gust of wind blew him. Mark looks behind him and she's the princess's shoulders rise and fall with eyes looking this way and that as if following an invisible thread pattern. And just as quickly, she releases a breath.

"It's just Jinyoung."

"How do you know that? We haven't even gone two steps." Mark asks her.

"I just do. Relax or you'll get wrinkles," she pats Mark's cheeks, moving past him to enter the room. As Mark follows behind he notices Jinyoung in the lab with boxes upon boxes all around. This made him smirk with devilish delight.

"Mark, what are you doing?" The princess whispers.

"Having a little fun."

"Fun? How?"

"I'm gonna lay Jinyoung's body in the table and surround him with boxes."

"Your gonna wake him up if you touch him."

"I'll be careful."

"Mark, I can honestly say you won't be able to lay a finger on Jinyoung without him waking up. Let along be able to carry him onto the table."

"It's Jinyoung he takes forever to get out of bed so what's the difference?"

"The difference my delusional mate is that Jinyoung is the type to wake up on his own. If you touch him while he sleeps he'll probably unconsciously punch you in the throat and then laugh when you tell him."

"Seriously? I've never seen him do that, but then again I know even Jaebeom won't attempt to wake Jinyoung up. He just tells Jinyoung to be up at a certain time and Jinyoung's up already." Mark sighs, annoyed that his little game was ruined.

“Hey all I said was don’t touch him. I didn’t say we weren’t going to prank Jinyoung.”

Realization hit Mark like a bus,

but he was still able to smile like the little devil he is.

“Mark, your horns are showing.” The princess says, but her words only make Mark’s smile bigger.

“So sweetheart, how are you going to prank Jinyoung?” he asks as he surprises her with a back hug. That took the princess by surprised, but she didn’t show it.

“Like this.” The princess brings her hands up to level with her shoulders, which makes Jinyoung hover midair.

The princess leans back into Mark making him rest his head in her shoulder. With the air surrounding Jinyoung’s unconscious body, the princess pushes it, maneuvering it, over the table.

“Quietly move the boxes babe.” The princess instructs and Mark goes about his task. He tries to go as fast as he can and there were a few times Mark would hit something; making a slight sound. The princess holds in a laugh behind covered lips and puts a finger up to signal Mark to be quieter.

Mark was making too much noise and so the princess puts her arms down to help Mark - leaving Jinyoung midair.

“You can do that?” Mark mouths as he point to Jinyoung’s limp levitating body.

The princess simply nods then signals Mark to hurry. So that’s what they did. When the table was cleared the Princess sets Jinyoung on it, gently. Then Mark starts arranging the boxes around Jinyoung’s body. When he was done, Mark stepped back to admire their handy work.

“They’re empty right?” Mark nods as a reply to the princess’s questions about the boxes. “Good.”

Suddenly the princess brings her arms up again, but this time she puts them in front of her only to have them separate; her right goes up then the left down. Mark was amazed as water appeared out of no where!

The princess moves her hands this way and that, making the water move to above Jinyoung’s body. Then she lowers the water to just a centimeter about Jinyoung’s nose. You can literally see the water ripple with each breath that Jinyoung takes. Then the princess brings her arms down and weaves her fingers with Mark’s once again.

“We better go find Jaebeom. He’s bound to be up soon if he isn’t already. I don’t want to be here when the barrier holding the water breaks. It’s meant to break if someone touches it.”

“And I thought my idea as bad.” Mark says as they leave the lab.

“No offense babe, but your joke was lame. Just bordering him with boxes? Seriously?”

“Yeah okay, it was a little lame.”

“Yeah just like your a little jealous of Jinyoung being hand chosen to be my husband before.”

#bond with the dragons #my writing #got7 #got7mark #got7 jaebum #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #got7 youngjae #got7 bambam #got7 yugyeom #got7 imagines #got7 fiction #got7 scenarios #mafia au #wolf au #supernatural au #wolf mark tuan

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submissivekpop · 4 years ago

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got7 reaction that i cant word properly even after retyping it like three times; hybrid roommate being frustrated to hell and back because [member] doesnt realize they can hear him moaning the reader’s name while masturbating

Mark

Kinda oblivious, to be honest. Doesn't realize what's going on until you tell him. I mean, he did notice you were frustrated, but he simply thought it had nothing to do with him. He was sure of it. He's honestly so dumbfounded when you tell him that yes, you can hear him moan your name almost every night. He thinks you're making fun of him, at first, then turns the deepest shade of red as soon as he realizes you're not.

Jaebum

He's doing it on purpose, you're sure of that. Moaning you're name loud enough for the neighbours to hear every single night you're at home is not a coincidence, especially when you have people over - whether it's friend, a date or anyone else, he doesn't care. Secretly wishes you'd do something about it, but he doesn't know what to expect when you tell him to quiet down, or face the consequences. Seeing you mad at him, however, turns him on more than he'd be willing to admit. "Make me." he says, and you're more than happy to oblige.

Jackson

He'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. He's having the time of his life, but you don't know it. Snarls at you whenever you talk to him, subtly mocks you and manages to make fun of you in the most imaginative ways - last time I checked, not a smart way to say “hey, I like you”. You can't tell if he's doing it on purpose, or if it's just the way he is, but you almost feel like he's trying to get on your nerves - and boy, he's good at it. He's not even surprised when he ends up pinned against the wall. "I've been thinking about this for ages" he blurts out, and you can't help the grin forming on your lips. "Yes, I know. You're pretty loud, you know that?"

Jinyoung

"I don't know why you're mad at me, but I'm sure it's not a good reason" he says, and you suddenly feel like punching that pretty face of his. Of course it's a good reason, how can he think you'd be mad at him for a stupid reason? Okay, maybe you're not exactly mad, just... frustrated. Frustrated because he seems almost incapable of getting any of the hints you've been dropping for the past two months - maybe, you think, maybe you should be more straightforward, and so you do. "I know you think of me when you jerk off." His face turns pale, then becomes as red as a pepper. "W-Why don't you do something about it?" he asks, trying not to sound as embarrassed as he is. "Maybe I will." you say, and he feels the sudden need to sit down, his legs trembling.

Youngjae

On the verge of tears the moment he notices you’re frustrated. He thinks it’s his fault, as if he’s done something that made you angry at him. Tries to confront you about it a couple of times, but he immediately chickens out. Drinks a little too much with the hope of finally succeeding in asking about your recent behaviour, but falls asleep on the couch before he can get to your room. To make things worse - or better, depending on how you see it - he has a wet dream, a wet dream that, once again, causes him to moan your name. He wakes up as soon as your hand touches his shoulder, almost startled at the sudden touch. "You've been doing that for quite a while, shall we make your dreams come true?" you ask, and he feels his head getting fuzzy. Definitely wasn't expecting it, but he's not going to reject your offer. He's not a fool.

Bambam

Here’s one that gets frustrated because you’re frustrated. Acts like an annoying brat for an incredibly huge amount of time, getting on your nerves the more he stays around you. Yes, because, apparently, leaving you alone is not something he’s capable of. “What did I even do, uh?” he asks. “If you think you can take it out on me just because you’re such a big and scary wolf-” The death glare you spare him is enough to make him shut up, but definitely not enough for him to leave alone. That’s until, that same night, you notice he’s taking a little longer to shower. Then, it starts again: he moans your name - not once, not twice, but at least a thousand times. Knocking on the bathroom's room probably wasn't the smartest idea, but it's the only one you could think of. "Hey! I can hear you!" you say, and he goes quiet for a moment. Then, almost unpredictably, he answers. "How about you join me?"

Yugyeom

Comes to you with the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you mad at me?” he asks. “Did I do something wrong?”. Almost cries happy tears when you tell him that, no, you’re not mad at him and that no, he didn’t do anything wrong, you’re just… frustrated. “Why are you frustrated? Did something happen?”. Something did happen indeed - something that implies him, your very own roommate, jacking off in his room while calling your name. He has no idea about it - he still doesn’t grasp how enhanced senses work on humans, no matter how many times you told him to just think of you as a dog. Or a cat, whatever he likes best. You think about telling him, but you know he’s probably going to faint or die of embarrassment - or, even more likely, hide in his room and never come out. You pretend everything is fine, but you eventually get to the point where you can't take it anymore. You have to tell him. As you thought, he spends the next three days in his room, only getting out to get some food or go to the bathroom. You can't hear a single sound coming from him, not until he decides it's time to put on a show - he doesn't just want you to hear him, he wants you to catch him red-handed.

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Hiraeth - I.X: Was it Worth it in the End? Part Two

pairing(s): Hybrid!Im Jaebeom x Reader, Witch!Mark Tuan x Reader, Werewolf!Jackson Wang x Reader, Vampire!Park Jinyoung x Reader, Supernatural!Got7 x Reader

genre: Supernatual!AU, Dark Magic!AU, very heavy Angst, eventual Smut

warnings: Mature language, violence, explicit descriptions of fighting and injury, weapons, blood and gore, brief mention of a mutilated animal corpse, minor character death, description of trauma and mental illness, brief mention of suicide, mentions of murder, satanic themes and ritual, etc.

Trigger Warning: This chapter does contain graphic and explicit themes regarding violence, trauma, and death. Please do not read if this will harm you. This is your final warning.

word count: 10,6k

synopsis: How far are you willing to go to find out the truth about Moon Dye Bay?…

chapter directory

The nighttime is hushed, almost anxious as Minho maneuvers his way past gravestones and overgrown shrubbery. It’s almost like nature itself is too afraid of accidentally provoking the witch, sensing the torpedo of dark magic and violent sorrow stirring through his veins. He peers up at the crimson moon, grateful for the illumination it provides, and continues down his path—ignorant of the cold air bleeding into his flesh.

Minho knows this is probably not the best time for a visit, aware that his ex-covenmates are likely plotting some sort of mission to overthrow him, but he doesn’t care—he can’t care anymore. A part of him, the shameful, guilty part of his mind. actually hopes they will succeed, at least then, he would no longer have to endure the pain that comes with bearing this black magic. He can feel its poison rushing through his veins, seering his body from the inside out, killing his soul over and over and over again…

But isn’t this what he wanted? Revenge? Retribution? Minho performed that spell to hurt the very friends that hurt him—to hurt Mark, and he got his wish… so why does it feel like the world is caving in around him, swallowing him whole?

Once he reaches his destination, Minho collapses to his knees, unable to bear the weight of his burdens. His eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t allow himself to cry. A silent gust of wind strokes his cheeks, painting his skin red with bitterness and anger. He welcomes the cold air, accepting the punishment, before lifting his hand to splay his fingers against the even colder surface of the headstone.

“I’m sorry…” Minho whimpers, “It didn’t have to be like this…”

The silence heightens his anguish—deepens the wounds in his heart.

If he could take it all back, he would… but he can’t.

“I wish you were here, noona…”

His murmur is lost to the wind, but it doesn’t matter. He climbs back to his feet before sparing one final glance at the burial place of his lost friend. After a deep inhale and a wordless goodbye, Minho turns and hastily begins back toward the mausoleum.

He was allowed this one moment of weakness—now he must get back to the horrible reality he manifested for himself.

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“Can you be any more obvious…?”

Mark quickly awakens from his mindless trance, discovering, to his dismay, Dahyun looking down at him with a single raised, all-knowing eyebrow. He fakes a cough into his elbow before shrugging his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re kidding me, right?... You literally haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we met up in the forest.”

Heat immediately rises to Mark’s cheeks. As if on instinct, his eyes trail back to his subject of interest, watching as you wipe the sweat from Jaebeom’s girlfriend’s forehead and neck before shifting to do the same to Felix. It’s such a simple action, but you somehow look so ethereal—almost like an angel sent from heaven.

He curses himself for his own cheesiness, then releases a defeated sigh.

“We got into a pretty big fight earlier.”

“Then don’t you think you should—I don’t know—talk to her instead of staring her down like a creep?”

“I think the last thing she wants to do is talk to me.” Mark drags a hand through his hair. “I… said some really stupid shit in the heat of the moment. She probably hates me.”

Dahyun scoffs, “God, you are such a fucking idiot.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you need to get your ass over there and apologize to that girl.”

Her harsh tone doesn’t falter beneath his glare, nor does her tenacious expression as the two proceed with their silent staring contest. After a minute or two, Dahyun breaks off the competition with a long, heavy sigh. Her eyes are soft when she looks back at him, and suddenly Mark finds the dried mud on his shoes a lot more interesting.

“Mark, anyone can see how much you care about her—how much she cares about you.” Even when a gentle hand caresses his shoulder, the witch keeps his attention to the floor. “(Y/N) could never hate you—no matter how much stupid shit you pull.” She snickers, “And you pull a lot of stupid shit, so that has to account for something.”

He can’t help the amused chuckle that falls from his own lips.

“Thanks, Dubu.” Mark says, tilting his head to finally meet the warmth of her gaze.

“She’s a good one—a really good one, Mark.” The wolf hums, “Don’t let it be your fear that pushes her away.” She doesn’t give him a chance to reply further, pacing to a nearby corner to join a conversing Bang Chan and Yugyeom.

Sparing the wolf trio one final glance, Mark musters up the remaining courage he has left and pushes from his perch against the kitchen countertop. He forces himself to walk in your direction—each step releasing more butterflies into the confines of his stomach. Once he reaches you, close enough to touch your turned back, he almost chickens out, content with spending the rest of the night watching you like hawk, but the sound of Felix’s breathy voice locks him in place:

“—Channie-hyung and I have always wanted to go to Chicago… Is-Is it as windy as they say?”

“Even windier.” You say with a laugh. “I can’t tell you how many scarves I lost, and don’t get me started on how freaking cold the winters are.”

Felix laughs too, although it resonates as more of a wheeze than anything.

You shrug, “It’s a gorgeous city though—probably my most favorite place I’ve ever lived.”

“Then why did you leave? If you loved it so much?”

Mark’s interest piques when he notices how your figure grows tense at the young boy’s croak. He’s heard his fair share of stories of your heartfelt time in the Windy City, but he never quite figured out why you ultimately decided to move to Moon Dye Bay. You’ve always been reluctant to reveal certain details from your past, especially regarding your time in the foster system, but even then Mark has been able to pry the worst memories from your brain.

This subject, however, has been a brick wall.

“Because I couldn’t stay.” You finally answer, “It’s complicated, but something happened and basically I—”

“(Y/N)?”

He silently cusses as Felix interrupts your explanation, but his annoyance dissipates at the panicked expression etched along the teenager’s sweaty face.

“What is it, Felix?” You shift your position on his bedside to better face the boy, leaning forward to place a gentle hand on his forehead. Mark can only imagine how hot the skin is to the touch.

Felix’s words crack as they leave his lips, slicing at the witch’s heart like a dagger:

“Am… Am I gonna die?”

“Of course not.” You immediately say, but Mark can sense the uneasiness in your tone. “Everyone is doing everything they can to help you, okay?... You’re gonna get through this, and one day you and your brother are gonna go see Chicago yourselves and try not to get blown away into the next century.”

Felix sleepily chuckles, “Thanks, (Y/N).”

“You should get some sleep.” The moment the command leaves your lips, Felix is already closing his eyes and diving headfirst into dreamland. Not wanting to startle you, Mark waits a couple seconds—partly to give you time to regain your composure, and partly to give himself time to think of what to say. However, he doesn’t have much of a choice when you suddenly turn, growing aware of his presence. A frown overtakes your face, and he instantly regrets ever leaving his countertop.

“Did you need something?”

“No—yes, I mean—shit.” Mark buries a hand in his tresses to tug at his roots, attempting to juggle between putting together the right spoken words and reminding his body to breathe. “(Y/N), I—”

“If you came to apologize, I don’t want to hear it.” He helplessly watches as you rise from the bed before tossing your used rag on a nearby table. “I think you made yourself pretty clear back at my apartment.”

“I shouldn’t have said what I said—” Before you can storm away, Mark latches his fingers around your wrist. “—please. Just give me a chance to explain.”

Your shoulders rise and fall in a heavy sigh, but you make no move to tear away from his grip and he takes it as a chance to continue:

“After my mom died, I was so fucking angry…” Mark notices your surprised gaze when you lift your head, but he doesn’t meet your eyes. “I was angry at the world, at her, at myself… and when my magic began to show up, things got a whole lot worse.” He shakes his head, “I thought about just ending it—jump into the bay or maybe drink myself to death—but then I met…”

“Then you met Jackson.”

“He taught me how to deal with the anger—to use it as a tool, not a weapon.” His eyes begin to burn at the countless memories that reel through his mind. “It was because of him I learned how to control my powers, and I was able to bring the coven together—hell, he was the one who told them to nominate me as Regent, which right now, seemed like the worst fucking decision on the planet.”

Mark takes a moment to blink away his tears before taking a seat on an empty cot. He still can’t find it in himself to glance at your face, keeping his eyes trained to the wooden flooring.

“But when Jackson had an idea, there was no stopping him.” He chuckles sarcastically, “The bastard was as stubborn as a goddamn mule.”

“What happened to Jackson, Mark?” Your voice is both a sweet lullaby and a screeching siren against his ears. “How did he die? Really?”

“The initial plan was to infuse enough magic into Jackson’s werewolf form so his venom would be lethal to the Primes, or at the very least, to Jinyoung. It all went smoothly in the beginning, I was able to channel enough power to complete the transformation… but something went wrong—

“—Jackson was different when he shifted. He was ruthless… He didn’t want to just kill the Primes—he wanted to slaughter every vampire along with those who protect the secrets of their existence… no matter if they were witch, werewolf, human—they all deserved to die…

“The combination of his determination and the bloodlust drove him fucking mad… If Jaebeom hadn’t ripped out his heart, there’s telling what he would have done—who he would have killed…”

Mark leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, attempting to hide his shame beneath the curl of his bangs. “—Jaebeom may have dealt the final blow, but Jackson died because the dark magic I used turned him into a monster—he’s dead because of me…”

Silence encompasses the room like a vice grip to the throat. For a moment, Mark believes you left him, too disgusted and ashamed to even breathe the same air as him, but the entrance of your worn boots into his vision proves otherwise. The image is replaced by your face when you kneel in front of his broken figure, laying your hands over each bicep. He notices your touch is gentle, but not hesitant, and warm—always so warm.

“You can’t blame yourself for his death, Mark.” Mark doesn’t realize he’s crying until you wipe a tear from his cheek. “How could you have known what that spell would do? You couldn’t have—”

“Magic always comes with price—especially dark magic.” He whispers, unable to hold back more liquid sadness as it trails down his skin. “(Y/N), if I ever lost you the same way I lost Jackson, my mom, I—”

Mark’s voice cuts out into a sob, and once your arms wind around his form, he completely breaks, releasing every ounce of repressed sadness and despair and pain into the crook of your neck. He knows he’s selfish for melting into your embrace—for consuming your comfort like a demon expelled from the heavens—but he doesn’t care.

When you guide his eyes to meet your own, Mark can spot the glassiness of your own orbs in the artificial light—along with enough compassion and ardor to send another flood of tears down his face.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You affirm, your tone unwavering and stern. “I’m here—and no matter how many times you fall, I’m gonna be here to pick you up…

“I’m here, Mark… Do you understand me?”

He nods with a sniffle, tightly squeezing your hands between his own.

“I’m sorry.”

You smile at his apology.

“I’m sorry too… for everything.”

“Just… No more secrets. For real, this time.”

“For real, this time.” Mark’s heart rate picks up when he suddenly notices how close his face is to yours. From this angle, he can count the constellations glistening within your eyes and map the delicate curves of your facial features. If he were to lean just an inch closer, just one tiny inch, his lips would be on your own—

“Sorry to interrupt, but we have an issue.” At Yugyeom’s statement, you and Mark immediately wrench away from one another, almost as if having been caught engaging in forbidden territory. Mark pretends he doesn’t miss the weight of your hands inside his own as he rises from the cot, making sure to put an appropriate amount of distance between his and your shoulders.

He clears his throat before humming, “What’s going on?”

“Chan wants to go and find Chaeyoung’s body.” Although Yugyeom’s face remains neutral, Mark can see the sadness lingering within his eyes at the mention of his fallen packmate. “He doesn’t remember exactly where she was, so him, Dahyun, and I are going to search the forest.”

You immediately shake your head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Sunrise isn’t for at least another hour, and we have no way of knowing Youngjae broke the curse yet.”

“I’m with (Y/N) on this one, Gyeom.” Mark agrees, “We’re safest here in the bunker.”

“We can’t just leave her out there. I mean, she—” Yugyeom cuts himself off with a heavy sigh, before continuing in a softer tone, “You know how it feels to lose someone, hyung… Chaeyoung is—was… our family.”

Mark takes a moment of silence to ponder, conflicted between his common sense and Yugyeom’s pleading gaze. As you said, sunrise is an hour away—but Youngjae, the coven and the Primes should have overthrown Minho by now, right? Plus, he literally blew Changbin’s head off with that shotgun. There’s no way his body could regenerate that quickly…

“We’re all staying together.” He finally says, moving toward the kitchenette to grab his weapon from its perch on the counter. “And if anything seems shady, it’s an immediate retreat.”

Yugyeom delivers a nod before heading off to gather the other wolves. Mark moves toward the bunker exit, but is stopped by your form. A heavy sigh cascades from his lips—just from your expression, he knows this conversation isn’t going to go his way.

“(Y/N)—”

“If you’re gonna tell me I can’t go with you, don’t even bother.”

He shakes his head, “It’s too dangerous…”

“If someone tells me that one more goddamn time—” He can’t help the tiny smile that spreads across his face at the sassy way you roll your eyes. And he doesn’t protest when you move to follow Dahyun up the ladder.

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Youngjae inhales a deep breath, taking the moment to feel his lungs expand, before releasing the air in an even deeper exhale. Even with the relaxation attempt, his body remains tense and his thoughts disorderly. He can’t help but feel as if Minho is waiting somewhere in the darkness of the crypt, ready to pounce on him like a predator to its prey.

Would he toy with his catch first? Or would he skip the pleasantries and go right in for the kill?

A hand appears on his shoulder, wrenching Youngjae from his morbid daydream. He angles his head to meet Lia’s concerned gaze and immediately tries to mask his fear beneath an expression of indifference. Unsurprisingly, the female witch sees right through his facade:

“I’ve known you practically my whole life, Youngjae. Whatever it is, you can’t hide it from me.”

His shoulders sag in defeat as a sigh blows past his lips.

“I’m just… worried about Mark-hyung. He’s powerless out there.”

“Mark is smart—he’ll know what to do if he finds himself in trouble.”

“And if he doesn’t?... I-I mean, what if Minho or Changbin found him before he could warn the pack? He could be dead for all we know—”

Lia silences his desperate quip with a shake of her head, “You shouldn’t think like that right now—”

“What else am I supposed to do?” Youngjae runs a frustrated hand through his hair before gesturing toward the main exit of their underground penitentiary. “Even with yours and Jisung’s energy, I don’t have enough power to take down the barrier spell.”

“Help is on the way—”

“How do you know that for sure?”

Lia remains silent, simply continuing to stare at Youngjae. He feels almost uncomfortable beneath her gaze, resisting the urge to shrink back and become one with the shadows.

“I don’t know… but I have faith.” She murmurs after a brief moment. “We’ve lost a lot, but I still believe that we’ll all somehow manage to come out of this alive. You should try doing the same.”

With that, Lia leaves to speak with a dangerously quiet Jisung. Youngjae spares the pair a single glance before heading toward the crypt entryway. A single beam of moonlight illuminates the exit stairway, almost as if mocking him about his inability to escape the dingy prison.

Youngjae knows Lia is right—of course she’s right. Worrying about the possible pitfalls of this plan won’t help him, or Mark, or anyone. He can only pray that his mentor safely found his way out of the cemetery and is sending backup right this very moment.

He needs to have hope, if nothing else.

“What if we somehow lure Minho down here?” Youngjae’s thoughts quiet at Lia’s suggestion, angling his head to meet her gaze. “Technically Youngjae just needs to touch him to siphon his magic… so why don’t we bring him to us?”

“Minho-hyung won’t step past the barrier.” Jisung dissents, dragging his fingers through his already tousled hair. “He probably knows we’re planning something against him, so there’s no way he’ll believe whatever ruse we try to pull.”

“Then we have no choice. Youngjae, are you sure you can’t take down the spell?”

Youngjae sullenly shakes his head.

“Is there something else you can siphon? Maybe the crypt itself?”

“The crypt was built by humans.” He answers, “I can only draw power from the supernatural—”

“Then it’s a good thing my dear brother and I weren’t turned into superwolf bait.”

Youngjae, along with the other witches, nearly leaps a foot in the air at the sudden voice. He whirls around to face the stairwell, which to his surprise, is now occupied by the last person he ever expected to see:

Im Jaebeom.

Jisung chokes, scurrying backward into the shadows as the hybrid approaches the trio. After taking purchase against the doorway, he offers his signature sly smirk.

“Evening, Harry Potter and friends… Funny meeting you down here.”

“Now is not the time for games, hyung.” Youngjae breathes a sigh of relief as Jinyoung’s voice echoes throughout the stone walls. Seconds later, he comes hustling down the staircase before shoving Jaebeom out of the way. The vampire then peers into the crypt, his gaze burning with the determination of a man at war. “Is anyone hurt?”

“No. We’re okay.” Lia steps forward. “If you’re here, I’m guessing Mark reached the wolf pack?”

“Your guess is correct.” Jinyoung nods, placing a hand against the invisible doorway. “My brother and I will do everything we can to help disarm the rogue, but I think it’d be best to free you all first.”

Youngjae joins the conversation. “I can take down the barrier spell, but I’ll need to draw energy from one of you to do so.”

“Let’s do this quickly then.” Jinyoung goes to roll up the sleeve of his white shirt, but is halted by his immortal companion. Surprise filters through Youngjae’s veins as Jaebeom shrugs the leather jacket from his shoulders with a huff:

“With my luck, he’ll drain you dry and I’ll have to deal with this voodoo fucker myself. I think it’s best we use my energy—sorry not sorry.”

“Alright, then.” Youngjae hums, “I’ll need you to push through the barrier just enough that I can touch you… It’s gonna hurt. A lot.”

“Good thing I’m a sadomasochist.” Jaebeom snickers at his brother’s unamused expression, “Too much?”

“Move your hand through that goddamn barrier before I throw you to the superwolf myself.”

The hybrid rolls his eyes, but follows Jinyoung’s instructions and proceeds to force his limb past the invisible blockade. He remains silent, but Youngjae can spy the uncomfortable twitch of his eyebrow and the tension along his stone-cold features. Blood begins to bud along his knuckles like a patch of blooming roses before flowing down his pale skin the more he presses against the barrier.

The siphoner raises his hand in preparation. “Just a bit more.”

A mere couple seconds later, Youngjae feels Jaebeom’s bloody flesh brush against his own. The skin-to-skin contact is slight, but enough, allowing the hybrid’s energy to spread through his veins like wildfire. Youngjae almost cries in relief as the magic conquers his entire body—a new kind of hope sparking somewhere within his chest.

“Phasmatos Siprum… Emnis Abortum…” Youngjae murmurs, positioning both hands against the invisible wall. He feels it crumbling beneath his fingertips, unable to withstand the power flowing through his figure. “Fasila Quisa Exilum San… Fasila Quisa Exilum San…”

A proud grin stretches along his features as the barrier buckles, then completely shatters. With Lia and Jisung in tow, Youngjae beelines out of the crypt and into the stairwell where Jaebeom, who’s cleaning the crimson from his knuckles, and Jinyoung reside. The latter nods, which Youngjae is quick to return.

“‘Kay, they’re free… Now what?”

“Now we find Minho and end this once and for all.” Lia answers, not sparing the hybrid a glance as she dashes up the stairs. Youngjae and the rest of the group try to keep up with the female witch as best as they can, not faltering until they reach the surface. The cemetery is quiet when they emerge from the crypt, Youngjae notices—almost too quiet.

He takes a short moment to breathe in the fresh night air before turning to a tense Jinyoung, “I need to get close enough to siphon Minho’s magic to perform the counterspell. You think you and your brother can find me a way in?”

Jinyoung nods. “You can count on us.”

“Stay close…” Lia warns with a sigh, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the bastard already knows we’re free—”

Lightning suddenly strikes a mere few feet from where Lia is standing, earning a chorus of screams and surprised gasps from the witch trio. Youngjae watches as Jinyoung speeds forward, grabbing Lia just in time to avoid being burnt to a crisp by a second bolt. With Jisung at his side, Youngjae quickly takes shelter underneath the overhang of a nearby tomb as even more lightning bombards the earth. He surveys the area, searching for the perpetrator responsible for the weather abnormalities.

“Minho!...” Lia screeches from behind a large tree, her tone far less than friendly. “Quit being a fucking coward! Come out here and face us goddamnit!...”

Youngjae huddles closer to Jisung as the wind suddenly picks up, ripping at his hair and clothing like a vengeful spirit. He moves to speak to his younger companion, but his words die on his tongue as the subject of the hour waltzes into view. The heavy gusts don’t seem to affect him, though that’s no surprise since the wretched weather is his doing.

Minho smirks, “They say lightning never strikes one place twice… You must be really special then, Lia.”

“Oh fuck off! We’re tired of playing your stupid games!”

“This only ends one way, Minho—” Jinyoung says, cautiously moving from Lia’s side to approach the powerful witch. His steps, however, are halted by another vicious bolt of electricity. Youngjae attempts to make out Jaebeom’s form through the blurriness of his wind-induced tears, but the hybrid is nowhere to be found. “—so we can do it the easy way, or the hard way! The choice is yours!”

“Last I checked, this isn’t your fight, Prime.”

“It became my fight the moment you threatened my family and my friends!”

Minho snickers, “Trust me, I had every intention of ridding this town of you and your brother’s filth.”

“Was it also your intention to kill an innocent werewolf girl!?” Youngjae’s heart drops at the vampire’s following statement. “Son Chaeyoung is dead because of Changbin—because of you!”

“Every war has its casualties.”

“And what of Felix!? Will his death just be another trivial loss in your obsession for revenge!?”

This time, Youngjae notices the cockiness melt from Minho’s features into something akin to trepidation. The wailing of the wind picks up to a screech, nearly drowning out the dark-haired witch’s weak inquiry, “What are you talking about?”

“Felix was bitten… and is dying as we speak!” Jinyoung shakes his head frantically. “Do you believe he deserves this, Minho!? Do you believe Chaeyoung deserved to die!?... You can fix this—make this right!”

Minho remains silent, and for a moment, Youngjae wonders if the witch will actually come to his senses and call off this whole ordeal. But just as soon as it appeared, the pained look along his features transitions into something more sinister.

“We’re all gonna die someday, so what does it even fucking matter!?”

“Are you hearing yourself!?” Lia screams from behind a nearby tree, “Look what you’ve become, Minho! How would Nayeon see you right now!”

“Don’t bring her into this!” Minho’s hiss blends with the moans of the wind. Massive raindrops begin to pelt down against the earth, immediately soaking Youngjae to the bone. For the first time, he notices the dark witch’s position in relation to his own. Realistically, Youngjae can be at Minho’s side in mere milliseconds, before he has a chance to blink. If only he can get him to move a bit closer…

As if reading his thoughts, Jinyoung attempts to coax the witch another step forward.

“Please, Minho… I don’t wish to hurt you.”

The latter shakes his head with a chuckle. “It’s too fucking bad that you think you can.”

Minho raises his hand, harshly forcing the vampire down against the muddy earth. Youngjae watches in horror as Jinyoung’s limbs begin to contort and rearrange against his own will—the sound of cracking bones and the vampire’s pained groans filling his ears like a haunting melody. He forces his gaze away from the gruesome sight and prepares to advance on the dark witch, but Jisung stops him with a hand to his shoulder:

“Not yet, hyung.”

“But Jinyoung—”

“Trust me.” His eyes are wide with determination—Youngjae can’t remember a time he’s ever seen Jisung so fierce. “I have a plan. Wait here until my signal.”

Though filled with confusion, Youngjae does as the young witch requests and stays in place while Jisung himself carefully maneuvers his way through gravestones and buildings, attempting to remain out of sight. A sudden burst of lightning cracks through the atmosphere, and at first, Youngjae fears Jisung has been caught, but quickly realizes Minho has his sights set on another party:

“I was wondering when you’d join the fun—I looked forward to tearing your bitch-ass apart.”

“I would say I’m flattered, but I rather like my ass.” Jaebeom saunters across a nearby rooftop. In the midst of the storm, he almost reminds Youngjae of a superhero—or more likely in his case, the psychotic supervillain. “Look, you’ve had your fun, kid. Now I suggest you release my brother and cut out all this petty-teenage bullshit before I break your body in places you never thought possible.”

“That’s it?... And here I thought you’d want the antidote?”

Jaebeom’s face darkens.

“...So there is a cure?”

“Of course. Every spell has its loophole.” Minho finally lowers his hand, ceasing the painful reconstruction of Jinyoung’s skeleton. Youngjae watches in confusion as the former retracts something from his pocket—some sort of vial, it seems—and offers it toward the hybrid. “The blood which Changbin drank to turn—it’ll heal anyone fallen victim to his bite.”

“You better hand that over before I rip your teeth from your skull.” Jaebeom growls darkly, hopping down from his overhead perch.

The witch shakes his head, “Not so fast, Mr. Wolf… See, there was only so much left—enough to heal one lucky soul.”

“You’re a sick fucking bastard,” Jaebeom spits. “You wanted this to happen—”

“Your little bloodsucking girlfriend is dying, isn’t she?” Minho tosses the vial toward the hybrid, who effortlessly catches it between two trembling fingers. “If you want to save her life, then I suggest you go before the venom does its job.”

“Jaebeom-hyung, don’t—!” Jinyoung gasps, slithering across the muddy earth like an earthworm lost to the world.

“You know she doesn’t have much time—”

“We can’t do this without you—we need you!... I need you, hyung!”

Jaebeom, staring at the tiny container in his grasp, doesn’t reply to his incapacitated companion. Youngjae curses the smirk that spreads across Minho’s face—a sign of victory—and attempts to spot Jisung and Lia somewhere between the ferocious raindrops. He has no such luck, and instead decides to pray for a miracle instead.

“If you hadn’t fucked around with the few people I care about, I might have actually liked you.” Jaebeom murmurs with a sigh before tucking the vial into his pocket and sending the dark witch a malicious sneer. “Well isn’t that too fucking bad.”

Youngjae leaps almost ten feet in the air as lightning strikes for what seems like the millionth time, although this time, it’s inches from where Minho is standing. After searching the area, Youngjae discovers Lia and Jisung across the way, hands clasped, eyes bright with passion, uttering some sort of offensive charm. Minho attempts to sprint in the opposite direction, but Jaebeom easily tackles the witch before he can get far.

“Now Youngjae-hyung! Do it now!”

At Jisung’s cue, Youngjae takes off into the rain. The bitter feel of Mother Nature’s tears against his skin quickens his movements, wanting nothing more then to end this hurricane, both literally and figuratively, once and for all. He reaches Minho in what seems like hours and hurries to grab his wrist—but just like the tides during a storm, the tables quickly turn.

At the wave of Minho’s hand, Jaebeom goes flying across the cemetery, crashing into a stone statue and collapsing into the resulting rumble. White-hot pain spreads through Youngjae’s veins like a poison, freezing his muscles and immobilizing his limbs from any further movement. He collapses to the ground, where mud immediately clings to his clothing.

Minho rises to his feet before stepping on Youngjae’s hand with a cackle, “Don’t you fuckers get it!? I’m untouchable! You can’t fucking win!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Minho…” Youngjae chuckles, curling his fingers around the tread of the dark witch’s boot. Minho realizes his mistake as soon as the former’s hand begins to glow, foolishly attempting to squirm from his touch.

Thunder roars in the distance as Youngjae grins in triumph:

“Because unlike you… we’re not alone.”

The last thing Youngjae sees before he loses consciousness is a flash of white and the bewildered face of the dark witch as he collapses beside him.

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“I take it Mark apologized?...” You nearly leap out of your own skin at the sudden inquiry. With a less than agitated frown, you turn to acknowledge the culprit for your almost heart attack. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear some of these supernaturals have powers of teleportation or something…

“Goddamnit, Dahyun. Not all of us have superwolf hearing.”

“Sorry, dearie. Force of habit.” The she-wolf offers an apologetic smile, moving forward to hook her arm with your own. She allows Yugyeom, Chan and Mark to gain a bit of distance ahead before repeating again, “So Mark…?”

“We both talked it out and apologized… so everything’s okay now.” You hum—the tiny fib leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

Truthfully, your encounter with Mark left you conflicted. Of course, you’re more than glad he finally opened up about his past, and even more glad that he trusts you enough to reveal his lingering feelings of trauma, but there’s still a pretty big fucking elephant in the room—one involving his dead best friend and the fact you can talk to him beyond the grave.

You should have told him then and there—right after you promised to abolish all secrets—but something inside you couldn’t do it… and you don’t know why.

“Why are you so interested in Mark and I’s relationship anyway?” You utilize your curiosity as a distraction from the guilt breathing down your neck, angling your neck to peer at Dahyun’s side profile. “Is there… history between you two?”

“No, no—nothing like that. Mark and I have just known each other since we were kids. Our moms were close friends, so Mark, Yugyeom and I pretty much grew up together.”

“He never told me that.”

“Don’t take it personal, sweetheart. Mark doesn’t like to talk about his past—” Dahyun sighs, “—too many bad memories between his dad and the bullshit that happened with his mom. He’ll come around eventually… he just needs more time.”

“I know his mom passed when he was a teenager, but Mark never actually mentioned how she died…” You bite your lip, sending a curious glance to your wolf companion. “It’s really not fair to ask you, but—”

“Mark found her in their own kitchen with her entire throat ripped open.” Dahyun’s blunt answer leaves your throat dry, unable to speak another word if you wanted to. “The sheriff ruled it as an animal attack, but I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure out what really happened.”

Your heart sinks, and you choose not to say anything further.

“Dahyun! (Y/N)! Don’t get too far behind!” Chan’s voice echoes from somewhere up ahead. With the black of night beginning to fade, you can just make out his, Yugyeom, and Mark’s silhouettes a couple dozen feet away. Dahyun gives your forearm a gentle squeeze before releasing your conjoined limbs to catch up with her packmates. You do the same, meeting an armed Mark about halfway.

His eyes glitter with concern underneath the fading starlight.

“Everything okay…?”

“Yeah, Dahyun and I were just catching up.” You inhale a deep breath before releasing it in an even heavier exhale. “But there is something I need to talk to you about—about Jackson and the whole resurrection thing.”

Mark shakes his head, “You have every right to make your own decisions, (Y/N), but I wish you and Youngjae would have come to me.”

“I know that, but it was more complicated than that—” You try to gather your thoughts while also attempting to make sense of your words. “I couldn’t tell you because, well—because Jackson told—”

“Mark-hyung! We’ve got an issue!” Yugyeom’s warning immediately cuts off your explanation. Mark shoots you an apologetic glance before hurrying the two of you forward to join the wolf trio. It only takes seconds for you to distinguish the cause of the beta’s distress.

A deer carcass lays precariously on the forest floor, and albeit it’s practically torn to shreds, you can just make out a single word carved into its bloody flesh:

Die.

“Shit—we need to go. Now.”

“We’ve already come this far. Chae should be around here somewhere.” Chan ignores Mark’s directive, stepping over the animal corpse to traverse further through the forest. He barely takes a step before the witch is grabbing his wrist. “Let me go, hyung.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“Don’t tell me what to—”

“Shut the fuck up. Both of you.” Dahyun quietly hisses, “Listen.”

You try to do as the she-wolf says, but all that meets your ears is the combination of your own labored breathing and uneven pulse. Judging by the confused expression along Mark’s face, he’s probably dealing with the same situation.

“What is it?”

“We’re being watched.” Yugyeom answers Mark’s inquiry in a whisper. “Mark, you and (Y/N) need to find somewhere to hide right now—Chan, Dubu, get ready to fight—”

As soon as the command leaves Yugyeom’s lips, Mark takes you by the arm and drags you behind a broad tree trunk. You fish Jinyoung’s pocket knife from your pocket while Mark cocks his shotgun in preparation. Who knew the day would come that you’d actually be grateful for the presence of two dangerous weapons…

“If anything goes wrong—you run like hell, got it?”

You shake your head at Mark’s demand. “I’m not just going to leave you—”

“Yugyeom! Above you!” At Chan’s warning, you’re suddenly shoved to the ground by the witch, watching in horror as a deranged Changbin descends from the treetops onto the beta himself. His skin is a sickly ashen shade, and his black veins so prominent it would make a nurse weep. There’s no human emotion left inside his dark eyes as he strikes Yugyeom over and over again with his lengthy sharp talons, tearing open his skin like a birthday present—he’s a complete animal.

“Bin, stop!” Chan throws his arms around Changbin’s shoulders in an attempt to pull him from Yugyeom, winding a tight arm around his throat before thrusting a knee against his spine. “Think about what you’re doing!”

With Dahyun’s assistance, the two wolves manage to separate the dark wolf from that of Yugyeom’s wounded self. Even so, Changbin clearly does not appreciate being stolen away from his prey. He easily escapes from Chan’s hold, landing a couple heavy hits against the latter’s nose before shoving him to the ground. Dahyun takes the moment to strike, bringing the dark wolf to kneel with a harsh kick to his knee, but the action does minimal damage. Changbin punts the she-wolf a dozen feet away as if she weighs nothing. You wince as Dahyun connects with a nearby tree trunk with a vocal thud before dropping to the ground with no movements of rejoining the fight.

“Shit…” You curse to yourself, “They won’t be able to take him down by themselves—he’s too fucking strong.”

“Watch your ears.” You notice Mark aiming his gun toward the dark wolf, waiting for an opportunity with his finger on the trigger. At his discretion, you cover your ears just in time for him to fire a first and second shot. A ferocious growl echoes through the trees, spreading goosebumps across your flesh like wildfire.

You watch both Chan and Yugyeom take advantage of Changbin’s distraction. The alpha delivers a swift, yet heavy hit against his wounded shoulder while the beta goes for his legs. Similar to Dahyun, they manage to pin Changbin to the forest floor. For a moment, you almost believe the fight has concluded in your team’s favor—but the tides shift. In the blink of an eye, Chan is impaled with a large jagged branch and sent tumbling into some foliage whereas Yugyeom is dealt punch after strike after kick, unable to escape the barrage of Changbin’s wrath. He eventually, like the former two, collapses to the earth and makes no move to rise.

Changbin cracks his neck before stalking toward where you and your companion stand.

“Mark—”

“I got it!” Mark quickly feeds another couple shells into the shotgun barrel, cocks the weapon, then aims down sight. He manages to sink a bullet into your target’s abdomen, followed by another in his bicep, but Changbin merely releases an annoyed snarl and continues charging forward.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—(Y/N), move!” You leap out of the way just in time to avoid a powerful strike. Changbin’s hand splinters the trunk of the tree, sending pieces of bark in every direction. A particular shard catches the bridge of your nose, causing blood to warmly cascade down your skin. You quickly wipe the liquid from your right eye, ignoring the nausea fluttering inside your gut, before focusing back on the situation at hand.

You look up in time to watch Mark swing his shotgun harshly against Changbin’s skull. Taking advantage of his disorientation, you rush forward to stab your pocket knife into the wolf’s back. Changbin practically roars in fury, angling backward to land a hit to your face before you have time to react. The force of his strike throws you to the ground, a sharp pain lingering in your left cheek.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Mark throws himself against Changbin, delivering hit after hit to anything and anywhere. Still, Mark’s human strength does little to outbeat the dark wolf, and you watch in horror as Changbin effortlessly pins the witch against his chest with a bloody hand around his throat. You desperately search for something, anything, in hopes of saving Mark from whatever deadly fate awaits Changbin’s bloodlust, but fate doesn’t seem to be on your side.

“Changbin—please don’t do this!” You cry, praying to some type of deity that the wolf is sane enough to understand your words. Even so, your confidence is low, seeing as talking clearly had no effect during your last encounter, but you’re fresh out of options at this point. “You know this isn’t who you are!”

To your surprise, Changbin actually answers, “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Maybe not, but I know you don’t actually want to hurt anyone…” You cautiously rise to your feet with a shake of your head, wary of the tight hold Changbin currently has on Mark’s jugular. “Your thoughts are all sorts of fucked up right now because of the dark magic, so why don’t you just let Mark go and we can—”

“Don’t you fucking get it! This fucker—” He yanks at Mark with more force than necessary, “—took everything from me! He took my pack, my alpha—the only people I ever felt safe with!”

“I understand you—”

“No, you don’t!” Changbin wails, “You can’t even imagine how I feel! How fucking hard it is to wake up in a world you know you’ll never belong! How much it fucking hurts just to go on and pretend like everything’s normal when it’s fucking not!”

“Tell him it’s okay to feel angry—” You whirl your head around to find a seemingly exhausted, yet wild-eyed Jackson Wang at your side. “—but none of this was Mark’s fault.”

You’re mortified at first, having never encountered the ghost anywhere outside your bedroom—but whether it’s the desperation etched along his features, or the flush of purple that overtakes Mark’s complexion—you quickly transfer back to reality:

“Changbin, it’s perfectly normal to feel angry and cheated, but this wasn’t Mark’s fault—deep down, I think you know that.”

“What does it fucking matter anymore? I’m all alone anyways.” The pure agony etched along his face has your heart splitting in two.

You’ve never seen a creature so strong and so powerful look so… vulnerable.

“You said the exact same thing to me when we first met…” Jackson murmurs softly.

“You told Jackson you were alone at one point too…”

An obvious wave of tense silence washes through the forest, making the beat of your heart that much more prominent in your ears.

Changbin’s whisper is dark—dangerous. “How the fuck do you know that?”

“Because… Because he’s here, Changbin.” You say, your eyes meeting Mark’s as the words leave your tongue. “You’re not alone because Jackson is still here.”

You don’t know what kind of reaction you expected from your revelation, but it certainly is not the heinous laughter that spills from the dark wolf’s lips.

“You must have lost your goddamn mind… Jackson-hyung is dead!”

“Maybe physically, but his spirit still remains.”

“You mean—” You turn to discover a bewildered Yugyeom unsteadily leaning against a tree, “—his… ghost? You—You can see his ghost?”

You nod.

Changbin sneers with a low growl. “I don’t fucking believe you.”

“There’s a cliffside back along the bay about twenty miles from the lodge,” Jackson begins, his tone a blend of nostalgic and sorrowful. “Changbin and I used to go there to watch the full moon rise before we turned into our wolf forms… I-I’ve missed that so much…”

“You and Jackson would always watch the full moon rise on a cliff overlooking the bay before you transitioned,” You repeat. “He says he misses those moments with you…”

“Stop it!” Changbin frantically shakes his head, “You’re lying!”

“He’s here, Changbin… He’s really here.” You move forward again, more confidently this time, and raise your hands in a sympathetic gesture. “And the last thing he wants is for you to make the same mistakes he did, so please—let Mark go and let us help you…”

It’s as if time freezes for a moment. Changbin seems to fight a battle with himself—countless emotions rushing through his teary eyes. You watch the dark wolf glance toward an unconscious Dahyun and Chan, then to a silent Yugyeom, before finally setting his focus back to you. You can only pray your face reflects the hope swirling throughout your veins—pray that Changbin will do the right thing.

To your delight, the blackness of his veins gradually begin to fade and the sharp claws protruding from his fingertips recede. You don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until Changbin finally retracts his hold from Mark’s neck. You’re quick to take the unsteady witch in your own arms before sending the now normal wolf a thankful smile.

“Thank you, Changbin…”

He nods shyly before wiping a couple tears from his cheeks. You watch as Yugyeom cautiously makes his way toward the younger boy, murmurs something, then tugs the latter into a tight embrace that pulls even more liquid sadness from his eyes. The sight has your heart melting into a puddle of warmth—the emotion doesn’t last though, not when Mark’s dark croak enters your ears:

“You… can see Jackson…”

You shrug sheepishly, “I wanted to tell you, but he said not to… He didn’t want to hurt you anymore than he already had.”

Mark remains silent. You try to search for his features for some kind of anger or disappointment, but are only awarded with his surface level blank stare. Worry flooding through your veins, you look to Jackson for any possible guidance, but the ghost merely shakes his head.

After a couple tense seconds or so, Mark finally murmurs, “Jack… I—I’m so sorry. For everything.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Jackson says immediately, “If only I had listened to you, then maybe things would have played out different.”

“He says it wasn’t your fault—he should have listened to you.”

“We both made some pretty shitty mistakes.” Mark hums, “I miss you, man. So fucking much.”

You don’t wait for Jackson to reply, already knowing his answer.

“He misses you too, Mark. Just as much.”

“How is this even possible…?” You and Mark turn to find the shocked gaze of Yugyeom, who is closely followed by the despair of that belonging to Changbin. “Supernaturals can’t even see spirits, much less mortals…”

“We never exactly figured that out. Jackson said he felt drawn to me from the Other Side—he kind of just showed up in my bedroom the night after Mina and Momo died.”

“Any contact with the dead usually requires some sort of spell or medium.” Mark bites his lip in confusion. “I’ve never seen anything like this before, not even in any of my mother’s grimoires—”

“Jackson!” Your body grows rigid as Jackson suddenly collapses to the ground with a pained groan. You hurry forward, kneeling next to the man, and reach for his shoulder. The realization of his phantom existence hits you like a bag of bricks when your fingers phase through his form. You settle for calling his name again instead, “Jackson—what’s wrong?”

“What the hell is going on?” You hear Changbin stress from somewhere behind you, but your focus is completely on the ghost in question.

Jackson lifts his head with a gasp, revealing a line of blood dripping from his nose. “I-It’s the witches!... They know about our plans—they’re trying to force me back to the Other Side—”

“(Y/N)?”

You shake your head feverishly, “It’s, uh, it’s the witches on the Other Side—they don’t like Jackson crossing over, so they’re trying to bring him back…”

Mark nods. “Witches, dead or alive, will do anything to maintain the balance of nature.”

“(Y/N)—shit—I don’t have a lot of time—” Your chest tightens at the urgency behind Jackson’s words. “I know so much just went down, but—”

“Don’t worry, Jack. I won’t let you disappear again.” You affirm before climbing to your feet to face your new subject of interest. “Mark—I need you to perform the resurrection spell.”

“Woah, wait—” Mark shakes his head, “(Y/N), I can’ t—”

“If we don’t resurrect him now, then Jackson is gone forever!” Your warning spreads a new tension across the atmosphere, manifesting in the form of sullen and panicked expressions. “Please, Mark—we have a chance to bring him back!”

“I can’t do the spell because I don’t have any magic…” Your heart sinks at Mark’s revelation. “Minho absorbed all my magical energy back at the graveyard… I’m so sorry, Jackson…”

“Hold on, you told me that there’s different types of magic…” You push, “Can’t you draw energy from something? Like the forest, or the moon, or, or—”

“Or me.” You turn, discovering the speaker of the response to be none other than a determined Changbin. “Minho-hyung’s spell may be gone, but I can still feel the magical energy lingering through my body.”

Mark hesitates, “I-I don’t know if it will work… and if something goes wrong—”

“Do you want Jackson-hyung back or not?...”

A moment of silence passes after Changbin’s question. You keep an eye on a repeatedly wincing Jackson, and the other on the witch’s face, attempting to decipher his thoughts inside the glow of his gaze. For a moment, you wonder if Mark will even provide an answer, until the words finally leave his lips:

“Fuck the balance of nature. I’ll bring you back, Jackson—I promise.”

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Jinyoung stares at the sun as it gradually rises past the horizon, bathing his skin in a warm, celebratory light. His gaze wavers across the cemetery to the notorious mausoleum, where he watches Lia and Jisung carefully assist a barely conscious Youngjae past the doorway. After this crazy night, the siphoner definitely deserves a good, long rest. Then again, so does everyone else.

He releases a heavy sigh before shifting away from the witch trio. After sparing one final glance to the sunrise, Jinyoung allows his feet to carry him through the early morning glow, past countless tombstones and other structures, and settles beside a second figure in front of a particular burial site. He silently reads the engravings along the headstone before addressing his companion without so much as a glimpse:

“I assumed you would be halfway back to the bunker by now.”

Jaebeom doesn’t respond, not that Jinyoung really expects him to. He peers at the hybrid through the corner of his eye, attempting to seek meaning beyond his blank features. Centuries later, Jinyoung still can’t predict the workings of Jaebeom’s inner thoughts. Especially when it comes to the situation at hand.

“Mark called. Changbin is no longer affected by Minho’s spell.” He explains, “They’re also preparing a ritual to resurrect Jackson Wang—”

“Tzuyu…?”

Jinyoung’s chest tightens as the name falls from Jaebeom’s lips.

“Their youngest, Ryujin, is looking after both her and Felix.”

“So she’s still alive…?”

“It seems so.”

A brief moment of silence passes between the pair. The earth grows brighter and brighter as the seconds roll by, reminding Jinyoung that time is a friend to no one.

“Hyung, did you… truly switch off your humanity?”

“I did, at first.” Jaebeom’s answer is quiet, and Jinyoung can detect the subtle hint of vulnerability hidden beneath his gruff tone. “But I guess I can never completely turn it off.”

“It’s alright to feel, hyung—be it anger… or passion… or fear…”

Jinyoung notices Jaebeom shift uncomfortably before glancing down at the glass vial in the palm of his hand. For once, he can actually distinguish the emotions present within the hybrid’s dark eyes. The knowledge only jabs at his heart.

“Everything is taken care of, right?”

“The night has ended, and Minho is safely sealed away in the crypt.” Jinyoung nods, “We live to see another day.”

He watches his companion tuck the precious vial into the pocket of his jeans before turning away from the headstone. Jinyoung is not sure where the urge comes from, but he abandons his perch, grabbing Jaebeom’s shoulder before he can leave the cemetery. He ignores the hybrid’s confused expression and pulls him into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for staying, hyung…” Jinyoung’s murmur is slightly muffled against the fabric of his jacket, but he knows his companion heard them loud and clear.

Jaebeom hesitates for a moment, clearly taken aback by the sudden act, but eventually winds his arms loosely around Jinyoung’s back with a gentle murmur of his own:

“You will always be my family, Jinyoung… Always and forever…”

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“I’ve never used magic like this before, so I can’t promise this will work.” Mark glances to where he assumes Jackson’s spirit is located inside the white circle makeshifted out of a bag of flour Dahyun managed to find in a bunker cabinet, before glancing to the companion at his side. “You sure you’re up for this? It’ll feel like I’m literally sucking the life force out of your body…”

Changbin nods, “If it means bringing Jackson-hyung back.”

“Okay, then.” Mark turns to the surrounding crowd next, “In order to do this, I’ll need to lower the veil to the Other Side. This will create a temporary door that Jackson can pass through to physically enter our realm. Once he crosses over, he should become mortal again.”

“Seems easy enough.” Dahyun snickers, although the sound is dry and forced. “Anything else we need to know?”

“Whatever happens, do not enter the circle.” His eyes drift from the she-wolf to your silent form. As if sensing the scrutiny, your gaze connects with his own, and knowing he has your attention, Mark continues in a darker tone, “Just as spirits can pass into our realm, we can cross to the Other Side… so for the love of god, don’t do anything stupid.”

Your and Mark’s staring contest ceases when your head snapes toward the circle. Seconds later, you break the tense silence with a soft murmur, “Jackson says it’s getting worse. He can feel the witches trying to drag him back.”

“Then I guess that’s our cue.” He sighs before nodding toward the circle one last time, “I’m gonna do my best, Jack. Just hold on.”

With one final glance to the grimoire you gave him earlier, Mark inhales a deep breath and takes Changbin’s outstretched hand into his own. He closes his eyes, focusing every part of his brain on the electrifying sensation of the magical energy coursing through the wolf’s body. Bit by bit, he feels Changbin’s power bleeding into his own veins, awakening the slumbering supernatural nature of his soul. Once he’s sure enough he’s acquired enough magic, Mark opens his eyes and begins the incantation:

“Vita mortem, mortem vita est… Partis inferioris velum, partis inferioris ante illum vetum…” Almost instantly, the wind picks up while the air grows uncomfortably cold. He ignores the violent shivers wracking through his limbs and proceeds to repeat the words as the temperature continues to drop. With each spoken syllable, Mark’s head becomes dizzy and his flesh feels as if it’s being scorched off, but he continues.

No amount of pain could ever dull the hope of seeing his best friend alive once more.

“Holy shit—it’s actually working!”

Mark doesn’t realize he had shut his eyes until he opens them, nearly yelping in delight when he discovers the image of said friend standing in the center of the white circle. Jackson looks no different than the day he last saw him, and he can’t decide if he wants to laugh out of irony or burst into tears.

“The veil is down! I’m gonna start the spell to cross you over!” Mark yells over the howling of the wind, clutching Changbin’s hand tighter as he transitions to the next phase of the spell. “Ohto eestanay as vazat esvet ohnaz eespalit… Ohto eestanay as vazat esvet—fuck!”

A brutal force comes down against his head, almost resembling that of a punch, before spreading hot fire down his neck and to the rest of his body. Mark doubles over with a wheeze, attempting to fight against the painful sensations by grounding himself in Changbin’s touch. However, as soon as the first wave concludes, a second, even more excruciating one follows. He feels as if someone is trying to crush his brain—to kill him from the inside out.

“Mark-hyung! What’s wrong!?”

“It’s the witches!...” Mark is thankful that Jackson answers Yugyeom’s panicked inquiry, “They’re trying to break the spell!”

“Like… hell they will…” Mark hisses, righting himself with a pained groan before grabbing Changbin’s other hand. “I’m not going down without a fight—hold on!...”

He jumps back into the spell, weakening the manipulated pain through the absorption of more of the wolf’s energy. Borderline high off the power, he pushes everything he has into the ritual, determined to see it through to the end. After a minute that passes like a decade, Mark detects a shift in the atmosphere, indicating the near completion of the spell, and shouts:

“Jackson—get out of the circle! Get out now!”

As if in slow motion, Mark watches Jackson quickly move to escape the white border. But just as soon as his toe brushes the edge, he is wrenched away and lifted from the ground.

Dahyun cries, “What the hell is happening!?”

“They won’t let me cross over!” Jackson squirms and writhes, attempting to escape whatever invisible grip is holding him hostage. His efforts are futile, and he continues to rise higher and higher off of the ground.

“Hang on, Jack!” Mark releases Changbin’s hands and raises his own palms in Jackson’s direction. However, the same torturous pain from before returns once more, hitting his nerves like a sledgehammer to a brick wall, and throws him to the earth. “Shit—no! H-He has to pass through the circle!”

“(Y/N)! Don’t!”

Mark raises his gaze at Dahyun’s shriek, only to watch in horror as you rush past the flour boundary and grab hold of Jackson’s hand. A blinding light immediately erupts from your clasped palms, expanding through the area until all Mark can see is white.

After a long moment, his vision eventually returns, and he finds the forest completely silent. The temperature is no longer frigid, he notices, and the strain within his brain is gone. For a moment, Mark is filled with prowess, victorious at the fact he successfully carried out an ancient resurrection ritual, however, his triumph is temporary, especially when he notices your form laid motionless in Dahyun’s arms.

“(Y/N)—fuck!” Mark hurries to where you lay, stealing your figure from the she-wolf to cradle you in his own hold. “Shit, shit, shit—she’s not breathing! Fucking goddamnit!”

His panic only grows tenfold when he hears the murmur cascade from Dahyun’s lips:

“Mark… where’s Jackson?”

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Jaebeom scales the final rung of the ladder before making his way toward the corner where the snoozing trio resides. He moves cautiously, mindful not to awaken the young werewolf caretaker, yet eventually finds himself perched on the edge of a familiar cot. His heart thunders inside his chest, and he cannot tell if it’s out of anxiety or hope. Though at this moment, Jaebeom can really care less to find out.

“It’s about time you showed up…” He winces at the broken husk of his companion’s voice, attempting to keep his expression as neutral as possible. “I thought you were actually going to leave me to die in the hands of a neurotic teenage wolf…”

Jaebeom doesn’t respond to her quip—he can’t find it in himself to do so.

Tzuyu raises an eyebrow, “What’s with the face? Did you take down the witch or not?”

“We did.” He hums, “The spell is broken.”

“Good thing—” The vampire pauses to cough, and the sound is like broken glass against his ears. “—you and your brother are safe for the eternity to come.”

“Tzuyu… I found the cure.”

“What are you waiting for then? My consent?” She snickers playfully, “We fuck for over a century and this is the most gentlemanly behavior I’ve ever seen from you, Beomie.”

Again, Jaebeom remains silent.

Recognizing the obvious tension in the room, Tzuyu’s face falls. “But… I guess it’s more complicated than that, hm?”

“There’s only enough for…” He’s unable to finish his sentence, not when his companion’s eyes are gazing at him with such sullenness and sympathy. Jaebeom has to look away for a moment, though the action does little to relieve the tightness of his chest.

“Ah, I see.” Tzuyu hums, glancing across the way to a slumbering Felix. Her pale lips twitch, as if attempting to upturn to a smile, but it instead appears as a weak grimace. “You know, I really never meant to hurt (Y/N)… or you.”

“Tzuyu—”

“I’ve known you for decades… but I’ve never seen you look at someone the way you look at her.” Another violent cough wracks through her body, expelling a mass of dark blood past her lips. Jaebeom is quick to wipe the splotch from her skin with the blanket, trying not to dwell on the fact that her skin is ice cold. “I’ll admit, I was jealous at first… I’ve always wanted someone to look at me like that…

“I know you’re afraid to care—to love, Jaebeom.” Tzuyu murmurs sadly, lifting a hand to rest against the hybrid’s cheek. “Especially someone like (Y/N)… and you’re right to. She’s too good… too human.

“One misstep and you could lose her forever.”

“I want to be selfish…” Jaebeom whispers, “I want to be selfish so fucking bad—”

“But you can’t be, Beom. Not with her.”

“Then let me be selfish with you.”

Tzuyu smiles.

“I’ve lived over three lifetimes, and he is barely a ways into his one—so you’re going to give the cure to that damn kid, Im Jaebeom.” He leans further into her touch as she caresses the apple of his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll stay away from her—to keep her safe?”

He nods.

“Good… Can you hold me for a moment? I’m cold.”

“I’ll hold you as long as you want me to.”

And so Jaebeom takes Tzuyu into his arms. However, it’s not until the vampire grows still does he allow a single tear to cascade from his eye, staining the bloodied bed sheets with the agony of a heart that has been broken too many times to count.

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏 》 The Fight

summary 》 Aera was somehow involved in a fight while helping NCT’s clan, not knowing Jaebeom would be the one she would fight too at the end of the day.

characters 》 Gae Aera, Lim Jaebeom, Mark Tuan, Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Choi Youngjae, Bambam, Kim Yugyeom, Lee Taeyong, Lee Taeyong (NCT)

warnings/author’s note 》 featuring NCT Clan!,

genre 》 fantasy, got7!as!werewolves, nct!as!werewolves

‘How long are you going to fight me, Princess? You are running out of energy,’

“The princess who is known to have a genuine heart, who is willing to fight for her own people who are in need of her help. She would do anything, that would include risking her own life. The princess would also fight anyone who would mistreat her, even her own group of wolves.”

“Will be gone again, princess. Just Jaebeom and his heat things. Mating seasons are a few days away. Even Mark, Jackson and Jinyoung are showing signs that they had to release their heats. You don’t have to worry about us, maybe you should worry about yourself more, Aera. We are aware of whatever you are doing. We have a special bond, remember? So think twice before acting, my princess.” - Bambam

“That sounded like a threat,” The White Queen commented as she saw the note that Aera was holding onto tightly - processing what Bambam had written. It’s already nearly a month since they are gone.

Aera sighed as she rubbed her face in annoyance and desperation.

She was rather annoyed than sad because she was already warned - when she finds Mark and Jinyoung in her own bedroom in the castle, in the middle of the night, causing her to be frightened seeing their shadows.

She knew it was something urgent since they don’t usually sneak into her own bedroom and she was told by betas that they would be going away where Aera wouldn’t find their scents in just a day.

It wasn’t a goodbye or anything, Mark said that Jaebeom passed a message to him for Aera to not wait for him and the others.

At first, she didn’t get why they would leave all of a sudden and she kind of gets the bits and pieces from a message that was being sent by Bambam by a letter.

The White Queen hummed as she patted her daughter’s head, as soon she was caressing her daughter’s hair.

Aera isn’t heartless enough to push away the White Queen’s presence, knowing the Queen was her mother - the one who gave birth to her.

Aera believed her, the Queen had explained to her from 0 to 100 - for all the missing pieces and Aera was clever to put things together without hearing her mother’s explanation.

They started to bond with each other - slowly but surely and the White Queen was happy since Aera gave her a chance to change.

“Mother, tell me more about mating,” Aera questioned softly as she turned her gaze towards the White Queen as she nodded slowly.

“Mating, well, we called it breeding seasons - where wolves, typically alphas, will find their mate. They would usually be active during night time as the moon appears towards them.” The Queen explained slowly as Aera nodded slowly while walking towards the cherry blossom trees that had regained their lives back.

It is a routine for the Queen and the princess to check on the cherry blossom trees. It was also a way to calm her down whenever she is stressed or filled with emotions.

“How do the alphas know they have found their mate? Like how they know that that is their mate?” Aera exclaimed slightly as she leaned against the tree, looking towards her mother’s gestures.

The White Queen turned towards Aera, her hands falling towards her cheeks with a smile. “They’ll know, Aera. So as the mate themselves, they will know at that exact moment.” The White Queen muttered as her eyes gazed onto Aera’s eyes lovingly.

“But for you, it’s going to be hard because if an alpha or any betas, deltas - even a pack, have an interest in you, they would mark you as their territory. That is different from being claimed or bred,” The White Queen explained softly as Aera made a face, kind of confused so she wanted to hear more.

“It’s complicated. I am 40% into understanding wolves love-life,” Aera muttered as she continued to have a walk with the White Queen as she giggled to hear her comments.

“All I could advise you is, you have to be careful out there. I don’t know how to say this in a nice way but, you are a candidate to being claimed and bred by other alphas,”

“What!?” Aera yelled slightly as she turned towards the White Queen, she could only tilt her head towards the young one.

“Is that why Jaebeom and the others had to be away from me? So that they won’t try to breed me?” Aera inquired while looking like she was taken aback. Her reaction earned a chuckle from the White Queen as she shakes her head slightly.

“I don’t know what their intentions are but maybe, they are trying to avoid doing things that could make you uncomfortable,” The White Queen replied simply as she went ahead to have a walk while Aera made her way slowly, thinking what her mother had just said.

Aera laughed as she heard ridiculous stories from the young boys of the NCT Clan while she was busy carrying blankets from one house to another house with the help of the NCT Clan.

She already befriended some of the pack but she was particularly fond with Jeno and Jaemin, their relationship was just a brother-sister kind of bond.

Aera could feel eyes on her whenever she showed up in NCT Clan’s village, she could hear their thoughts and most comments were about her being in Jaebeom’s pack. They would always mention Jaebeom, but she didn’t particularly care for their words.

She’s here to help, she sticks to her words, helping to regain Taeyong’s village back since he had a big pack to take care of. Now Aera knows why Jeno was being desperate the day he wanted to see Jaebeom.

His clan needed help.

“You looked troubled, Aera,” A voice called smoothly, causing Aera turned towards the voice to see Taeyong with the older ones, emerging from the woods. Aera shrugs while sighing a little.

“Just thinking about a pack of wolves that has been missing for a few weeks,” Aera muttered under her breath as she was leaning against the handles of the front steps in front of Jeno’s house.

Taeyong stood a few steps in front of her with a small smile. He knew who she belonged to, he could smell Jaebeom’s packs scent all over her body and her thoughts were filled with them.

Taeyong was honest to himself, he was attracted to Aera.

He didn’t hide it, he showed his feelings to Aera for the whole week but she would avoid his touches and sometimes she would openly reject him.

Taeyong knew all along that the princess belonged in Jaebeom's pack and to Jaebeom. He respected the princess’s choice and Jaebeom’s pack.

“Jaebeom’s pack are fine, princess. They just need a little more time,” Taeyong advised firmedly.

Aera chuckled sarcastically as she went down the steps, eyes onto the woods with a soft sigh.

Aera was about to open her mouth to continue her words when the scent filled her sense of smell - snapping her head towards Taeyong as his eyes were glowing, knowing trouble was on the way to them.

“Males, there are lots of males, Taeyong,” Aera muttered before running back towards the house to gather her iconic weapons as she ran towards the woods to find eyes glowing in the dark.

Aera knew it was going to end with blood smeared everywhere because there were numerous eyes glowing in the wood.

There was a conversation being held as soon as Aera stepped foot into the woods, seeing Taeyong’s pack being on guard, mirroring the positions of the unwelcomed wolves as they were showing their bared teeths.

Aera couldn’t hear what they were saying as somehow one of Taeyong’s pack were able to block from others listening to the conversation of both of the alphas. Everything went so fast for Aera that Taeyong somehow attacked the opponent followed by his other pack.

Aera kept her profile low as she had shoot out arrows to the enemies, shooting out an arrow within a second causing some of the enemies to turn their attention towards Aera - making them to change their focus towards Aera.

Yelling while charging towards them, Aera didn’t hesitate to slaughter the invaders with just a single slash onto their bodies. She stuck closely towards Jeno and Jaemin since they were the young ones who could join to fight.

When all of a sudden, Aera was being tackled roughly down to the ground by a huge, heavy, paw - feeling sharp nails digging into her skin, as she automatically let out screams of ache.

Groaning loudly, Aera tried to look towards whoever was pinning her down.

‘Princess Aera, hmm, your scent.’ The blue glowing eye creature cooed, its tongue licking its muzzle - staring down towards Aera as her eyes went wide.

“Get off me!” Aera yelled while trying to squirm her way out of the wolf’s grasp. She tried to grasp out of her dominant hand and she twisted the wolf’s flesh, causing it to whimper in pain.

Aera got on her feet as her gaze fell towards her bleeding arm on her left, her throat gulping the lump on her throat as her eyes turned towards the glowing eyed wolf.

‘She is unmarked, unbreed. Get her,’

With just its command, numerous wolves leaping towards her and Aera frowned deeply as she was on her guard with her gripping onto her sword. Like in slow motion, a black furred wolf appeared in front of her sight, her eyes moving towards who was shielding her realizing who it was.

“Jaebeom,” Aera whispered with a smile when a hand tugged onto her own arm, causing Aera to gasp slightly - to see Youngjae and Bambam frowning towards her.

Having emotions feeling her heart, Aera didn’t hesitate to jump onto them - inhaling both of the men’s scents, and it goes for the 2 of them inhaling her sweet, therapeutic scent.

Bambam let go of her arms as he changed into his wolf form, joining Jaebeom and the older ones while Youngjae’s eyes fell towards her arm, immediately letting go from her.

“You have to go, Aera! You’re not supposed to be here! Jackson will take you back to the White Queen’s village!” Youngjae ordered and with mentioning his name, came Jackson in his wolf form and Aera can’t help but to fear how he looked like now.

Blood smeared all over his muzzle, blood dripping from his mouth - from ripping out the ones who assaulted their princess.

Jackson stared towards Aera as she turned towards Youngjae with a small frown.

“Jaebeom and the rest will help the NCT Clan, Aera. Please, go!” Youngjae pleaded, begging for Aera to listen to his words - mainly Jaebeom 's instructions as she jumped onto Youngjae for another tight hug before mounting on top of Jackson.

“Go!” Youngjae instructed as Jackson growled while he was on the run. Aera quickly looked towards the bloody battle - her eyes falling to an alpha who had his teeth bared out after ripping out another wolf’s jaw.

‘You and I are going to have a long discussion when I killed this bastard, princess,’ Aera could hear Jaebeom’s words, his voice that was deep and low.

Aera knew she was going to have a rough night with a conversation that could lead into an argument with the alpha.

Jackson unexpectedly was being quiet when he was tending onto Aera’s wounds.

He didn’t even glance towards her, seeing his jaw clenching while removing wet red cottons from her wounds.

Aera couldn’t stand the tension. “Jackso—

“Save it, princess.” Jackson cuts her off firmly, earning a deep frown from Aera as she stood up.

“I know, I messed up! I’m sorry—

Jackson pushed Aera to the walls, cornering her as he didn’t let any space left. Aera sighed loudly when she knew Jackson was mad at her - feeling his eyes digging towards her.

“Does a sorry make up when you are dead?” Jackson hissed, feeling his breath on her cheek. Aera closed her eyes as she shook her head, before opening her eyes to his raging ones.

Jackson knew he had a soft spot for her, knowing he can’t be mad at her for hours. He knew what Aera is like. She is the protector of the forest after all - but he can’t help but worry for his princess well being.

“Well.. I don’t.. I was just trying to help them,” Aera whispered as Jackson’s expression softened with a small smile. His hands cupped onto one of her cheeks, turning her focus towards him.

“We know, my love. We all know what you have been doing when we were gone. You were helping innocents. But, you were reckless - you weren’t careful enough and Jaebeom isn't’ too happy when he had smelled your scent lingering to wolves he despised,” Jackson explained softly and there was a visible Aera frown on her face.

Aera was about to answer him when a loud bang caused both of them to look where it came from, to see Jaebeom basically had raging eyes towards Aera.

His steps were heavy as he went towards Aera - the others emerged from the back.

“Jaebeom! Calm down!” Mark yelled at the back, seeing Jaebeom standing in front of Aera with a deep glare. He turned towards Jackson as he had his head lowered, gesturing him to get out - as the subordinate ran towards where the others were.

As soon as both of them were all alone, Jaebeom’s eyes locked with Aera’s.

“What have you done, Aera?” Jaebeom muttered, pushing her towards the wall and leaving no space between the both of them. Now the air felt rather different, compared to how she is with Jackson.

Aera could feel the air that was filled with tension and mostly, anger.

“I was just helping—

“You called that helping!? You literally just bought a war!” Jaebeom’s cuts off her words with him yelling out of frustration. Aera didn’t even flinch - it actually madeher become more furious towards Jaebeom.

This made Aera’s hand automatically fall towards his chest, pushing him out of her face and knowing her abilities, Jaebeom flew right across the room - causing Jaebeom to have a deep frown on his face and him glaring fully towards Aera.

“Shouldn’t we stop them!?”

“Even if we want to, Jaebeom would be pushing us out of the picture.”

“We really need to stop the both of them, Jinyoung!”

Jinyoung was holding Jackson by his arms - along with Mark holding onto Bambam and Yugyeom’s arm since the two maknaes were dying to help Aera, who was fighting with Jaebeom who was in his wolf form.

Apparently, they heard the whole conversation and to think the silence concluded that they make-up, it turns out it was the opposite as soon as the door was open roughly, Aera was roughly being pushed out of the house - her sword and shield on the back of her, knowing that she was about to fight.

Jackson was about to involve himself - along with Bambam and Yugyeom when Jinyoung, Mark and Youngjae decided to stop the 3 who were about to jump into the scene.

Now they were quietly watching the scene in front of them - with Jaebeom jumping onto Aera for multiple times and Aera somehow holding back. Throughout the fight, she didn’t even take out her sword nor her shield.

‘How long are you going to fight me, Princess? You are running out of energy,’ Jaebeom teased as his four-feet made its way towards Aera who was breathing a little harder than before - picking herself up as she began to be in her position to have a combat with him.

“Until you stop being a dickhead, alpha. I was just trying to help Taeyong with a genuine intention. Here you are stating like I had started an unnecessary war.” Aera argued then seeing Jaebeom growling towards her - as he proceeded to jump onto her, causing Aera to fall backwards with a thud.

Instead of picking herself up, Aera decided to lay on the ground - eyes closing slightly, knowing she was extremely tired and she knew Jaebeom would already know he won this fight.

Instead of hearing Jaebeom making fun of her, she felt a wet sensation on her cheeks - knowing that Jaebeom was probably licking her cheeks. There was a hum coming from Aera as her hands reached out of his furry head - stroking his muzzle out of tiredness.

“You win, Jaebeom. You win. I’m too tired to fight you,” Aera muttered and there was a slight growl coming from Jaebeom followed by a whine.

Aera could feel her eyes becoming drowsy, and the last she heard was a few voices and a familiar voice that was speaking to her.

‘I love you, Aera. It hurts me to think that you are sacrificing for others, knowing you are risking your own life.’

And that’s when she fell into a deep slumber.

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⇿ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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