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→ Chapter Two: A Rock and a Secret Pairing: Jimin x Reader Other tags: Werewolf!Jimin, Witch!Reader, Shifter!Reader, Shifter!Jimin, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha!Jimin Genre: Supernatural!AU, Werewolf!AU, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut, Word Count: 9k+ Synopsis: Within the four realms of Lustra lay the Bangtan forest home to the Foxglove pack of the south and known as the “land of magic.” It is also home to the Bridd, a powerful witch from a cursed bloodline who is one of the sacred guardians of the forest. Y/N is the newest Bridd, a young girl who was given her position too early. Now a woman, Y/N is revered amongst the wolves as the most powerful witch they have ever known, but hiding under the surface is a woman who has to battle between her duty and her heart. Warning: Non-con kissing, strong language, blood, self injury, nightmare, PTSD, pining, angst, heart ache, longing, long hair Jimin, I love Taehyung so much, he’s so much fun to write, crying, not much to report here tbh, let me know if I missed anything A/N: How do we feel about the updated versions so far? Yes, I have combined old chapters and combined them so we can have longer (and less) parts. I know some of you liked longer updates so you are getting your wish!

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I couldn’t see past the smoke. It was a roiling, black mass, punctuated by brilliant yellow flames that danced like demons in the night. Shiloh’s voice cut through the chaos, a desperate cry reaching out through the suffocating darkness, pleading for me to return. Inside, the screams were a cacophony of terror and anguish, and I ran, my small feet pounding the earth as I shouted for Auntie. Shiloh’s cries grew louder behind me, but I ignored her, driven by a singular need to reach the cottage. I had to get to Aldara.

But the distance stretched endlessly, the screams crescendoed, and Shiloh’s voice became an unbearable buzz in my ears. I was sobbing, calling Aldara’s name, feeling the forest around me weep. The spirits that had once tormented me now seemed my only solace, and I crumpled to the ground. No matter how desperately I tried, the cottage remained out of reach. Then, from the corner of my eye, I saw it—a movement that made my breath catch.

There it was, not even ten yards away—a large, midnight-black wolf with red eyes. The firelight cast a grotesque glow on its face, revealing a blood-stained muzzle. In its mouth was an arm, the ring on it gleaming malevolently. Anger surged within me, turning my vision red as I focused on the ring—a skull etched in fiery orange and yellow. Before I could stop myself, I was chanting a spell, my voice echoing through the forest. Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled in response.

I jolted awake, my body trembling, gasping for breath. The dream was always the same, a recurring nightmare that never let me rest. At least this time, I hadn’t had to endure its full horror. The house was eerily silent, a haunting quiet that pressed against my ears. Shiloh hadn’t returned from her hunting trip and was probably curled up in the tree outside. The solitude was unnerving, so I forced myself out of bed and began preparing for the day.

My wardrobe consisted only of skirts and dresses, all sewn by my aunt. I’d become a proficient seamstress in my own right over the years. Unlike Aldara, who wore pants and used magic for her attire, I preferred the tactile pleasure of dressing myself. The chain locked to my leg made it impossible to wear anything without magical assistance, but I enjoyed the flowing fabrics. Today, I chose a yellow skirt, a color that felt like a small rebellion against the lingering shadows of my dream.

I ran my fingers over the rings displayed in my jewelry box, each one steeped in its own history. My gaze settled on one of my favorites—a large, clunky ring with an amber stone, its iron band painted gold. It had belonged to my great-great-aunt Heidi, a woman of sunshine and poetry, her magic fueled by the sun. I recalled her grimoire, filled with verses and peculiar tales written in the margins. Next to it, I touched the simple silver-painted iron band adorned with sapphires, a relic of Griselda, a blue jay gifted with telepathy.

My eyes then fell upon Aldara’s ring, and tears pricked at my eyes. Griselda had raised Aldara with a strictness that contrasted sharply with Aldara’s more nurturing nature. I remembered a story Aldara had shared about her ring—how she’d brought a decapitated bird to Griselda, sobbing over its fate. After much consolation, she’d given the bird a funeral, and the skull had become a ring. Aldara had sanded and filed it to fit her finger, and Griselda had charmed it to grow with her.

Slipping the ring onto my index finger, I then slid my own ring onto my right hand. Aldara had crafted it for me before my birth, bending and twisting gold into intricate patterns. The stones, collected from every corner of Bangtan, were engraved with coordinates that projected colorful numbers when exposed to sunlight. “I want you to remember the world when you can’t see it,” she’d told me. I had managed to find each spot just before her death.

Wiping away my tears, I laughed at my emotional display. Aldara would have scolded me for letting my emotions get the best of me. Though Bridd were seldom allowed to indulge in such feelings, I was human too, with thoughts and emotions that needed expression. I had learned that my vulnerability was my greatest strength, even if Aldara couldn’t see that. I heard voices and laughter in the distance and rushed to the living room, my rings forgotten.

The door to my cottage burst open, and the scent of wolves filled the air. In the lead were Namjoon and Hoseok, with Taehyung following close behind. I tensed as I saw a flash of white and my heart skipped. I hadn’t seen Jimin since our last meeting, and the uncertainty of our relationship lingered like a fog. Despite our late-night encounter, I assumed he was either too shy or too busy to visit. It was a relief to see him, confirming our standing, though the situation was far from ordinary.

An unfamiliar laugh echoed off the walls. I craned my neck and spotted Taehyung’s familiar posture. His humor was a stark contrast to his rigid stance. Jimin chuckled beside him, and I longed to share in their amusement.

“Good morning, Bridd,” Hoseok boomed, his smile radiant.

I returned his smile, the positivity contagious, amplified by Namjoon’s dimpled grin.

With a quick bow, I greeted them. “Morning. What can I do for you?”

Namjoon answered, “We’re familiarizing Taehyung with our duties. He might not visit often, but Jimin suggested bringing him along.”

“It’s good to know where to find you,” Hoseok added.

Taehyung, the youngest alpha, shyly peeked over their shoulders. His wide, nervous eyes betrayed his excitement and uncertainty. Speaking with someone so revered by the council must be daunting. Most pack members treated me as a friend, aside from the Elder Council, who saw themselves as superior. Taehyung’s hesitation was understandable.

Stumbling over his own feet, Taehyung managed to step forward. His eyes darted around nervously, and he licked his lips. Without warning, he bowed deeply. My eyes widened, and I took a step back in surprise. This was new.

“Hello, High Witch Bridd. I am Kim Taehyung, eldest son of the east Kim clan, one of the four alphas of Foxglove Village and protector of the Bangtan Forest.”

Taehyung straightened and reached out to me. His bow had shocked me, but nothing compared to the wet kiss he planted on my mouth. Someone gasped. I stood frozen, horror-stricken. Kisses between wolves were common but usually reserved for mates or pack members of high regard. As an outsider, this gesture was deeply inappropriate, a slight against both his pack and myself.

Taehyung beamed, oblivious to the breach of etiquette. His cluelessness was astounding. I glanced at Hoseok and Namjoon, both equally stunned. Behind them, a low growl caught my attention. Jimin’s face was a storm of darkened fury. His eyes, barely amber in the sunlight, were a blazing warning. Jimin’s anger was palpable, his hair bristling with tension. I knew this was a severe breach of protocol, damaging not only to my standing with Foxglove but to our relationship with the pack.

Without hesitation, Jimin was on Taehyung. He gripped the back of the young alpha’s neck, forcing him to his knees. A deep, resonant growl rumbled from Jimin’s chest, sending shivers down my spine. Even when his anger wasn’t directed at me, my bird’s instincts screamed for escape. My heart raced, mirroring Taehyung’s panic. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of shock and pity. Taehyung hadn’t meant any harm.

“Apologize. Now.” Jimin’s voice cut through the air, cold and unyielding as iron, his hand still clamped around Taehyung’s neck.

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung’s voice was a pitiful whine, all pretense of bravado stripped away.

“That’s it?” Namjoon’s voice cracked like a whip. “You think a sorry is going to fix this?”

“You’re sorry?” Hoseok’s tone was hard as granite. “Is that really the best you can muster?”

Jimin’s snarl was feral, “Apologize properly.”

“I-I-”

“Enough!” I shouted, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and frustration. “Just let him go. Please?”

Taehyung scrambled to his feet, Jimin stepping back reluctantly. I was surprised and oddly relieved that Jimin obeyed without a fight. My eyes stayed locked on Taehyung, who now resembled a puppy that had just been caught making a mess. His youth and naivety struck me with a pang of sympathy. At eighteen, he was still a child, thrust into a world that chewed up and spit out the unprepared. The notion of him having to grovel and kiss countless others before me made my heart ache. I wished I could erase his discomfort, to make this moment one of light-hearted learning rather than humiliation.

“I’m sorry if I—” Taehyung started.

“Hush,” I cut him off, and he snapped his mouth shut, looking like he’d been caught in a snare. “I understand you acted on what you thought was right. You see me as more important than I really am, don’t you, Taehyung?”

He nodded, and I caught a sound of disapproval from Jimin. I almost smiled. Jimin had a high opinion of me, and that was a comfort.

“I’m honored you see me as worthy of such deference, but I’m just a woman. And a woman who doesn’t kiss anyone—ever. Are you following?”

He nodded again, his ears flushing red, like a boy who wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He had so much to learn.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up my cheeks. “Why did you think that was a good idea?”

“I didn’t know what to do or say!” Taehyung floundered, his hands flapping in desperation. “Everyone kept telling me how important this was, how honored I should feel, and all that!”

Unable to keep it in any longer, I burst into giggles. The alphas stared at me, confusion etched into their faces, but I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up from my chest. I clutched my stomach and danced around the kitchen in search of a particular item. Kim Taehyung had earned a present for his earnest attempt at honor.

I had a tradition of gifting alphas on our first meeting. Hoseok had received a Lapis Lazuli bracelet, a talisman of friendship and warmth. Namjoon had been given a hand-bound notebook, a token for his tales and memories. I’d even gifted Jimin my favorite book at the time. It had been so long, I couldn’t recall its name, but I remembered his mention of wanting an escape and hoped it had provided some solace. Now it was Taehyung’s turn, and I needed to find just the right gift.

“Bridd?” Taehyung’s voice trembled with uncertainty.

“Aha!” I exclaimed, spotting the stone on a high cupboard shelf.

I retrieved the spherical carnelian, a semi-precious stone I’d found years ago in the forest. Aldara had been both shocked and thrilled when I’d brought it to her. It symbolized courage, a fitting gift for Taehyung, who would need plenty of it in the days to come. I polished it with care, admiring the vibrant red and the swirling orange and yellow patterns that danced in the sunlight.

“You must be the bravest man to ever step into my shop,” I said, handing him the stone with a grin. “This is for you. It’ll give you courage and strength when you need it most.”

“A...rock?” Taehyung’s brow furrowed as he examined the sphere, a flicker of confusion crossing his face.

Jimin growled, a low, warning rumble, but I waved him off. There was no need for any more tension; this was just a misunderstanding. I handed the stone back to Taehyung, and he seemed to warm to it, holding it up to the light and marveling at its beauty.

“Ask someone in town if they can turn it into a necklace for you. If not, I can. This stone has healing properties.”

Hoseok peered at the stone and smiled, his Lapis Lazuli bracelet glittering in the sunlight. I remembered how he’d never taken it off since I’d given it to him, a sign of our enduring friendship. Taehyung’s acceptance of the gift filled me with hope that we might forge a similar bond.

Taehyung returned the stone to me, his voice tinged with regret. “No one in town would know how to bead this without ruining it.”

I laughed, “I can’t promise I won’t mess it up, but if you insist, I’d be happy to do it myself.”

Namjoon’s hearty laugh rang out, and he clapped Taehyung on the shoulder with good humor. “You’ve made quite an impression, cousin.”

Jimin’s gaze remained wary, but I quickly turned my attention away from him. The sound of familiar laughter reached my ears, and I felt a warm glow in my chest. It had been too long since Yoongi and Seokjin had been in my home together.

Jin, Yoongi, and Wendy were my closest friends. Their tangled history was like a web I had avoided for years. Jin’s feelings for Wendy and her flirtations with Yoongi had caused a rift, but now they were mending fences. I was glad to see them trying to repair their friendship, and Wendy’s absence was a small price to pay for harmony.

“It seems I have other guests,” I said, setting the stone down and lighting the stove. “Please, make yourselves comfortable. I’m making tea.”

Seokjin’s exuberant laugh echoed through the doorway as he burst in, his usual over-the-top enthusiasm followed by Yoongi’s grumbled protest. I set the kettle on the fire and gathered ingredients for everyone’s preferred brew. The wolves and I would have plain black tea, but the witches’ cups required a little extra care.

Seokjin’s voice boomed from the other side of the door, and I shook my head with a smile. The kettle whistled, and I quickly removed it from the heat, readying the tea.

“Good morning, darling!” Seokjin’s voice was a cheerful blast.

“Dear God, why are you shouting?” Yoongi grumbled, rubbing his ears.

Seokjin’s eyes widened in delight. “Wolves! How are you all?”

Both alphas bowed in greeting, and I smiled as they settled into my oversized table. Seokjin used magic to bring my reading chair into the kitchen area, while Yoongi took a seat on the floor. The kettle hissed and I poured the tea, adding the special touches each guest preferred.

“Good morning,” I said softly, preparing their cups.

Yoongi’s murmured thanks was warm, and I returned his smile. I preferred my given name over the title of ‘Bridd,’ a word that once symbolized respect but now felt like a barrier. The wolves and animal shifters of old had called Rosette ‘Bridd,’ but tradition alone couldn’t bridge the distance between me and my true self.

The revelation of my real name didn’t usually bother me much, but with the wolves in the room, it was a different story. Their reactions were a variable I couldn’t predict. Nobody else in their village knew my first name, and I intended to keep it that way. I didn’t trust their Elders, not one bit. They were as slippery as eels, driven by greed and a hunger for power. Ahn was the sort who’d make deals with the ielfen for eternal life or whatever twisted desire gripped his heart.

Aldara used to curse the ielfen with a bitterness that could sour milk. “Manipulative, greedy little minxes,” she’d growl, her eyes narrowed into slits as she stirred her cauldron.

I’d never tangled with one myself, so I couldn’t say for certain, but Aldara’s word was gospel to me. She’d battled beasts that roamed the wilds of Bangtan, and if she claimed she’d stared down an ielfen and walked away with her skin intact, I had no reason to doubt her. I took a deep breath and decided to deal with any fallout if it came. If Ahn was foolish enough to engage with an ielfen without understanding their rules, then he was digging his own grave.

“What did he call you?” Namjoon’s question cut through my thoughts.

“Y/N,” I chuckled, though the laughter felt hollow, my insides chilled. “It’s the name Aldara gave me. She hardly ever used it unless she was angry, but I had my share of nicknames too.”

“Remember Bibbles?” Seokjin chimed in. “Mama Min still calls you that.”

“Who’s Aldara?” Hoseok asked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

“The previous Bridd,” Yoongi explained, cutting through Jin’s antics with an edge of irritation.

“You have names?” Taehyung’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Like real names?”

“Of course they have real names,” Seokjin retorted, “They’re people, after all.”

I gritted my teeth, irritated by Jin’s jabs at the alphas. He had no real issues with them but had absorbed some of my disdain for Ahn. I shot a nervous glance at the wolves. They seemed more amused by Jin’s behavior than offended, which was a relief.

“Yes, we had names before this,” I forced a smile, my gaze sharp as I shot Jin a warning look. “Bridd was a nickname for the original shifter. Your people have kept it alive for tradition. It’s not offensive, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Wow, cool,” Taehyung sipped his tea, the lightness in his voice a stark contrast to the seriousness of the topic.

Taehyung was a breath of fresh air amidst the tension. His carefree demeanor was a stark contrast to the other alphas, and I pondered the possibility of him becoming a pack leader. Sol would likely enjoy his company—his humor and optimistic outlook were a nice break from the usual grind. But I could see potential friction within the council. His easygoing nature might not sit well with Ahn. My gaze drifted to Jimin, the embodiment of the perfect alpha. The thought of him with Sol was unsettling, a bitter taste in my mouth.

“I hear your Luna will be of age soon,” Yoongi said casually, casting a sidelong glance at Jin before turning his attention to me. His smirk was infuriating. “Her birthday, I assume?”

“She turns 18 at the end of this month,” Namjoon’s voice held a stiffness, as if every word was carefully measured. “She will be of age.”

In my eyes, Sol and Namjoon were mismatched. While they got along, Sol had a softer spot for the white-haired man beside her. They grew up together, and their bond was evident. Namjoon was the heart of Bangtan, while Park Jimin was the heartbeat of the pack. I wasn’t sure how Sol would react if anyone else was chosen, nor how I’d handle Jimin being selected. I glanced back at Taehyung, hoping he’d be the one Sol would pick.

“Little young for you, wouldn’t you say?” Seokjin’s mischievous grin made my stomach churn. “Or do your people not mind those age gaps?”

My face flushed, and I quickly looked away. Seokjin had always been perceptive about my feelings for Jimin, more so than anyone else. His probing was a tad too personal for my taste. I had to control my temper.

“Their age gap won’t matter if they’re meant to be together,” I managed to say, my voice a flat monotone. “Ten years is inconsequential to the Gods. You should know that.”

My gaze drifted back to Jimin. He looked good today, his hair in a loose bun, clothes casual but fitting well. His skin was faintly flushed from the sun. A small scratch marred his eyebrow, and it bothered me. I couldn’t fathom who might have done that. Namjoon was too clumsy, Hoseok and the others too slow.

I looked at Taehyung, but quickly dismissed the idea. The boy couldn’t hurt a fly, let alone Jimin. With unanswered questions gnawing at me, I rose to prepare another round of tea. Plain black tea and sugar would suffice. I wasn’t about to go all out on a regular day, though perhaps for Yule, I’d be convinced to put in more effort. The cut on Jimin’s eyebrow remained a troubling distraction.

“Êow rôðres earfoðlic ætstillan,” Seokjin’s words echoed as he piped up, no surprise there.

I rolled my eyes and turned the flame back on, boiling more water.

“I just noticed a cut on Alpha Jimin’s face and was curious,” I joked, trying to keep my tone light and casual despite the growing tension.

A small ‘oh’ was the only response from Jimin. It was the first time he had spoken since their arrival. I poured the tea and took care of the salve I’d made for situations just like this. I was relieved to see Jimin’s cheeks flush with embarrassment. He looked cute, though it only added to my turmoil. His shyness was endearing, and I couldn’t help but wonder how far that blush extended. I tried to shove those thoughts away.

As I applied the salve to his cut, the room around us erupted into chaos. The men were laughing and shouting, and despite the noise, the quiet focus between Jimin and me felt almost intimate. I applied the salve carefully, trying not to let my emotions overwhelm me. Jimin’s breathing was shallow, his eyes fixed on the side of my face. The warmth of his breath made it hard to concentrate, and I found myself lingering longer than necessary on his skin. The cottage trembled with Hoseok’s laughter.

“At least I have a mate, Namjoon,” Hoseok’s voice boomed, full of mirth.

“And I’ll be the Luna’s,” Namjoon shot back with a cocky grin.

I disagreed silently. Jimin was destined to be the Foxglove Alpha, no matter what anyone said. Taehyung was kind but too inexperienced, and Namjoon was a poor match for Sol. The Gods would think twice before allowing that union. Seokjin’s comment about age rang true in my mind. Sol and Namjoon had nothing in common, while Jimin was her closest friend. I applied more pressure than necessary to Jimin’s neck, reciting a healing spell under my breath. When I finished, I pulled my hands away, feeling as though they’d been burned.

“Please,” Taehyung’s voice cut through, “We all know Jimin is the alpha.”

I retreated to the kitchen, searching for a distraction. The conversation had done nothing but stir my thoughts, and I needed something to take my mind off it. As the arguing resumed, I decided on baking rose and cardamom shortbread cookies. It was a familiar task that might bring me some comfort. Yoongi joined me, handing me ingredients with his usual efficiency.

“Êow d hnot pîslic these lâstlange under,” Yoongi commented, his voice gentle.

I shrugged, rolling out the dough and handing him my cookie cutter. He enjoyed this part, and I was happy to indulge him. I turned on the stove, greased a cookie sheet, and placed the dough on it.

“Normally I’d chill the dough, but not today,” I said as he cut out more shapes. “They might be a bit different in texture.”

“Who cares?” I laughed, hearing Jin’s outburst. “Shortbread is always delicious.”

The cookies turned out fine—perhaps not the best, but good enough. The wolves ate them without complaint, and Hoseok even asked for the recipe. They stayed long after sunset, long after my friends had left. Their company was pleasant, their laughter a welcome backdrop to my own restless thoughts. As twilight approached, I finally asked them to leave. Taehyung stood, grateful for the extended visit.

“Thank you for letting us stay so long,” he said, his voice sincere.

I patted his head gently. “Anytime, pup.”

He scowled, folding his arms like a petulant child. Hoseok’s laughter rang out, and he gave me a theatrical bow, which I returned with equal flourish. Namjoon and Jimin followed suit, though Taehyung, ever the reluctant participant, finally bowed with a grimace that made me chuckle. His frown deepened, which only made me laugh harder.

“Lighten up,” Hoseok said, draping an arm around Taehyung’s shoulders. “See you in a few weeks, Bridd.”

“See you then,” I replied with forced cheerfulness.

The men shuffled out, with Jimin bowing one last time before closing the door behind him. His troubled expression lingered in my mind, and I hoped whatever was gnawing at him would resolve itself. The thought of him being in pain or distress was unsettling. I watched him walk away, feeling an unspoken sadness as the door clicked shut behind him.

A quiet knock at the door jolted me from my thoughts. I grabbed a large knife from the mantle, my pulse quickening. Late-night visitors were rare and unwelcome. I kept my eyes on the door, my senses straining. Last time we had an unexpected guest at this hour, it ended in tragedy. I enchanted one of my winter gloves, instructing it to peek outside the window and assess the situation.

Memories of screams and red eyes flashed in my mind, and I fought back tears. The blood, the terror... The glove gave a reassuring thumbs-up. I mouthed, “Who is it?” The glove’s answer in sign language was a relief: Jimin had apparently forgotten something. Dropping the knife onto the dining table, I swung the door open.

“Did you forget something?” I asked, picking up the glove from the windowsill.

I tucked the purple fabric into my coat pocket, patting its thumb. It held onto my hand, clearly enjoying the attention. Jimin stood in the foyer, looking at me with a mix of awe and curiosity. I wasn’t surprised; my unorthodox creations often drew stares. I noticed the glove growing lazy and quickly stuffed a handkerchief into it. The glove tugged at the cloth before settling into a contented sleep. The magic would wear off soon.

I looked at Jimin, waiting for him to speak.

“Oh,” he said, startled. “Right.” He cleared his throat and smoothed his hair. “I wanted to thank you.”

“Thank me?” I raised an eyebrow, drifting back to my comfy chair. “For what?”

“For the nice things you said earlier,” he clarified.

“Well,” I said, plopping down, “I was just speaking the truth.”

“Still, it means a lot, coming from you.”

I glanced out the window. Time was running short. I wasn’t afraid of Jimin seeing me transform; I trusted him. His cold exterior had always belied a warm heart. The thought of him with someone else twisted in my gut. The very idea made me sick.

Swallowing hard, I replied, “You think too highly of me.”

“And you don’t think highly enough of yourself.”

His words made me pause. I looked at him, surprised by his expression. I had never seen Park Jimin look so vulnerable. His shoulders were slumped, his eyebrows knit together in concern. His usually straight posture was now slightly bent, one leg nervously tapping the floor. I was caught off guard, feeling as if I was on unfamiliar ground.

“I-” he began.

The familiar icy sensation ran up my leg, and I scrambled up from my chair.

“I’m so sorry!” I shouted as ice crept quickly through me.

The world expanded, and I cried out in pain as feathers began to burst from my skin. Jimin stepped back, colliding with the dining table. Shame and guilt crashed over me. Seeing Bridd’s transformation had been horrifying enough; I knew how terrifying it could be. More feathers ripped through my skin, blood staining the floor.

“Leave!” I cawed, my voice a harsh croak.

Pain engulfed me as I fell to my knees, my beak breaking through the skin. Transformation never got easier. Aldara had once said it was the only true pain a Bridd could feel, and I would argue she was wrong. Flashes of fire blurred my vision as I fell, a loud caw echoing through the room.

When I awoke, my dress was draped over me. I had to navigate my way out of the fabric, using my beak to cut through the layers. I could hear Jimin’s anxious breathing. I pushed through the mess, finally finding a breach and squeezing out.

Jimin was leaning against the table, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. I felt a pang of guilt. No one should witness such a transformation. I hopped closer, hoping he might be receptive to me despite the horror he had just seen.

In the distance, I heard an owl hooting. Shiloh would be here soon. She had become more independent recently, and I felt guilty for keeping her cooped up all day. We had planned to forage together tonight. After exchanging a few deep, gruff croaks, I turned my attention back to Jimin.

He looked less petrified than before, which was a good sign. Unsure of how to proceed, I decided to try and make myself cute. I thought rolling around on the blood-stained floor might distract him, though it felt futile. I remembered the first time I’d seen Aldara transform and winced. Nevertheless, I pressed on, determined.

I sat prettily on the floor and stared at him, trying to be comforting. My anxiety was manageable, so I moved forward with my plan. Still unsatisfied with his confused blinking, I flapped over to the table beside him. The proximity was both terrifying and comforting. I could not speak or laugh, but at least I could be near him.

Earlier, we had been closer than ever since his blessing ceremony. Why was I so cozy with him now? The fact that I couldn’t speak or mess up was strangely reassuring. I basked in his warmth, leaning onto his side and clicking to show my comfort. I began to sing, a throaty, hollow sound.

The melody was gentle, a warble Aldara had once called “a sign of intimacy.” I snuggled into his arm, eyes closed. Aldara had once told me ravens sing only for their most intimate loved ones.

“Mates sing to one another,” she had whispered, playing with my hair when I was a child.

As I sang, I waited for Shiloh to arrive so we could find a new stone.

“Hey Y/N,” Shiloh’s booming voice interrupted the quiet. “Are you ready to forage?”

Startled, I let out an angry squawk and flew to the windowsill, yelling at her impatience. Shiloh laughed and urged me to hurry. Patto had gathered our friends at Morla’s for forest gossip. After today, I was sure we’d be the topic of their nocturnal chatter.

“Bridd,” Jimin said as Shiloh flew away.

I looked at him. He understood what it meant.

“Can I trust you to keep a secret?”

I flew back to his side, wanting to close up the shop properly, but magic was beyond me in this form. Jimin offered his arm, and I perched contentedly.

“To be honest,” he began, sitting at the table, “I don’t want to be the alpha.”

I cocked my head, a silent question passing between us.

“I enjoy Sol as a person,” he continued, “and yes, she’s beautiful, but-”

He paused, looking at me with a helpless expression. My heart ached for him. The weight of responsibility, the burden of destiny—it was overwhelming. Even if Aldara had been present on my 16th birthday, I don’t think I would have been prepared. Jimin had an entire pack relying on him, and to not want any of it was heartbreaking.

“But she is not who I want to choose,” he finished.

I began to warble gently again, preening his silver hair. I hoped it was comforting. I thought of Sol—her dark skin, her freckled beauty. It was hard to imagine her in any way but perfect. The idea of her with Jimin twisted in my mind.

Jimin’s confession was a relief, though it was tinged with sadness. I continued to sing softly, hoping to offer some comfort.

Yet Jimin didn’t want her. He didn’t want to choose her. But as I dragged my beak gently through his hair, a sinking realization settled in my chest: no one truly chooses their mate. The goddess would have the final say in Jimin’s future. Both of us knew it well. And agonizing over it was a futile exercise. In the end, if they were destined to be mates, he’d laugh at this whole conversation. She’d be perfect then—so perfect he’d wish he could strangle himself for ever doubting it. Wolf bonds were like that.

Ravens mate for life, too, but their bond is built on trust and affection. A wolf’s mating bond, though, runs much deeper. It’s a primal connection that binds two souls completely. Once their scents mingle, nothing on Earth can keep them apart. It’s not like the soft, innocent affection of ravens, which burns through loyalty. No, this kind of love is a roaring blaze, unstoppable and all-consuming.

Not Jimin’s pre-ceremonial rejection. Not Kim Namjoon’s cocky bravado. Not even my own shattered heart if I had to watch it unfold. It’s a pure, unaltered rush that they’d never come down from. Deciding I was done, I backed away from Jimin and nuzzled his forehead with my beak, trying to offer comfort. He responded with a tight-lipped smile.

“Can I tell you something else?”

I turned my head bashfully but nodded.

“You’ve been very kind to me—” he said, stretching his arms wide. “—and I told you this because I felt like I owed you.”

Alarm surged through me. I squawked in frustration, but realized he couldn’t understand. My curse made communication a cruel joke. I wanted to reach out, to beg him for clarity, but my voice was trapped. Jimin seemed to notice my agitation.

“Thank you for helping me the other day,” he said.

I racked my brain, trying to recall what he meant. All I’d done was bring him tea and medicine. What else could there be? I hadn’t left my cottage since Taehyung’s ceremony, save for Jimin’s visit. Oh. Oh…

Jimin was my little wolf. He was the one who’d brought me the lantern. The realization touched and embarrassed me. He’d come back to express his appreciation. No wonder he was so stubborn about shifting back into a human—Jimin was supposed to be the strongest wolf in Foxglove. As much as I wished we could discuss this further, or that I could offer reassurance, I knew it would have to wait. For now, I’d let him know I wasn’t upset about his secrecy.

I flitted around his head, performing a few somersaults for good measure. Jimin laughed heartily as he left, and I felt a thrill at having finally made him smile. I savored the moment—his tousled hair, his flushed cheeks, that wide, toothy grin that lit up his entire face. I had never seen his dimple before, and I knew I wanted to preserve this memory forever.

“I have to get back to the others,” he said with a giggle, bowing. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Goodnight, Jimin, I replied silently. As he walked away, I took to the air, heading toward the spot Shiloh had mentioned. Even as I joined my friends and laughed, all I could see was the way Jimin’s eyes crinkled into crescent moons when he smiled.

Back at my altar, I breathed evenly, eyes closed. I had spent the better part of the afternoon praying and meditating, preparing for the energy I’d need for tonight’s ritual. The gods' support was crucial for a successful mating ceremony. When I opened my eyes, I glanced at the grimoire in my lap, sighing. Sol’s presentation tonight would reveal the pack’s new head alpha. My heart clenched, but I pushed through the discomfort, focusing on the text.

Each Bridd kept meticulous records of their spells and ceremonies, and Jordana’s writings had been invaluable. I absorbed her step-by-step instructions for the ritual, paying special attention to the parts where I was to exit the circle promptly. This would be my first time aiding a Luna in her mating ritual, and I was grateful for her guidance.

The cottage was silent. Shiloh was asleep, and none of my friends had visited. While I appreciated the solitude—it helped me stay focused—the emptiness was stifling. My mind wandered too often, becoming a distraction. I was glad Jimin and I were writing letters to each other now. He said he valued the privacy my mind provided, and I just liked him. Today, however, we hadn’t spoken. We were both too preoccupied with preparations for the night.

A few days ago, I’d stopped pretending my feelings weren’t hurt. I was already mourning Jimin before anything was decided. My adoration and love for him made it physically impossible to feel happy for him or anyone else. That letter had only deepened my sorrow. Now, with only hours remaining, I was sick with worry, selfishly hoping Namjoon would be chosen instead. If I couldn’t have Jimin, I didn’t want him with anyone else. As new tears welled up, I wiped them away roughly and closed the grimoire with a decisive snap.

I stood, surveying my home with desperation. I was tired of sewing—bored of it after a week of endless stitches. Wood carving could be fun but also exhausting. The same went for blacksmithing. I didn’t want to disturb Shiloh; she needed her rest. My gaze landed on the large red carpet in the living room.

Slowly, I sank to my hands and knees and lifted the only corner not weighed down by furniture. The black cast-iron handle of the basement door stared back at me, along with the bear carvings I’d painstakingly etched into the wood years ago. I traced the fading lines with my finger, sighing deeply. I’d carved something similar before the fire. Aldara had been furious when she discovered my handiwork, but it took her mere minutes to join me in the endeavor. For months after she was gone, I’d stared at the empty floor, feeling the weight of my loneliness. In a desperate bid for relief, I had started carving bears again—only managed three before I broke down in tears. I never tried it again.

Feeling a spark of inspiration, I drew a knife from my belt and began carving once more. My hands moved with ease, the lines straight and confident. Unlike my old drawings, these would never fade. Before I knew it, I had carved a wolf’s head and groaned in frustration. This wasn’t working. I sheathed the little knife and lifted the basement door. With a flick of my wrist, the scattered furniture rearranged itself into its proper places.

Looking back at the door, my heart ached at the sight of the violent gouges I’d inflicted on the wood. It was days after the fire, and I’d locked myself in the basement, the only refuge left. Yoongi, Seokjin, and Wendy had come to help, alongside their families. After treating them horribly, I had locked myself away, destroying many of the treasures from my childhood. The door had almost been a casualty, but it remained. Aldara had drawn a fox playing with butterflies, overshadowing my simple bears below.

“Egnis,” I whispered, and a tiny flame sparked from my index finger.

Using the small ladder attached to the floor, I descended into the dark room. The flame flickered aimlessly, its energy depleted. I recalled a time when my magic danced and sang with vibrant life, and the memory saddened me. Once I reached the bottom, I reached out and stroked the flame. It flinched but then grew larger. I squared my shoulders and focused.

“Leohtielfent.”

The flame exploded, branching out in all directions. Candle holders on the walls ignited brilliantly. The flames flickered and danced, their movements once more lively. A memory of Yule years past came to mind, and the sadness returned. Back then, my flames performed acrobatic feats, competing for my attention. Now they were as mundane as Aldara’s had been. She was right—magic had become more serious than fun.

This room housed all the grimoires and books of Bridd’s past. It was the reason it had survived the fire. Eight hundred years ago, Jordana had cast a powerful protection spell. None of the other Bridd could decipher how she did it or how to reverse it. I had tried to figure it out at ten but quickly gave up. If Aneesa, the 4th Bridd and a genius, couldn’t unravel the mystery, I doubted anyone ever would.

I walked over to the large bookshelves, running my fingers along the spines. Even with all the knowledge in the world at my fingertips, I felt clueless. What do you do when what you want is unattainable? Pine away uselessly or pretend you’re over it? Cry alone or seek out someone who understands?

Aldara would have advised finding a middle ground. But what middle ground exists in this situation, especially knowing Jimin doesn’t want to be Sol’s mate? That thought alone sent a shiver through me, and I felt a surge of shame.

“Be patient,” a voice whispered in the quiet room.

I smiled sadly. The spirit’s presence was comforting, though I couldn’t quite make out who it was today. It was easier to discern if I let them in, but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. I had a ceremony to attend in a few hours. The spirit’s fingers brushed through my hair.

“All will reveal itself in time.”

I swallowed hard. “And if it’s what I fear?”

“You will survive it, little one,” the spirit replied warmly. It had to be Heidi, and the thought made my tears well. As much as I appreciated her reassurance, I longed for my aunt. Aldara always knew exactly what to say. A choked sob escaped me. “You are brave and strong. You have nothing to fear.”

But I had everything to fear. Watching Sol approach Jimin, blindfolded and kneeling as he held her protectively—it would be unbearable. Seeing the man I loved so desperately, irrevocably entwined with someone else, seemed impossible to endure. I felt the gentle brush of fingers on the back of my neck.

“I’m afraid,” I whispered.

“That’s what makes you brave,” the spirit replied.

Drawing a breath, I nodded. Aldara’s words provided comfort, but unease still gnawed at me. I knew I needed to study more. So, I sat on the floor, trying to clear my mind.

“Flotian,” I commanded, and a book flew straight into my outstretched hand.

I decided to walk to the village tonight. The memory of the first time I saw Jimin had been haunting me. I wanted to retrace our steps. We were both so young then—no more than thirteen. I had been possessed during Yule, and he’d walked me home after his brother found me in the forest. I wondered if he remembered it as vividly as I did or if he’d buried it away for a rainy day. I smiled sadly when I spotted a rogue ielfen circle. I had been so afraid of the ielfen back then.

The night was quiet. Shiloh had gone off with Patto to get good seats for the ceremony. Morla was already there, and the rest of the gossipers were likely chatting away. Seokjin was already asleep, and Yoongi, though indifferent to pack affairs, would stay up in case I needed him. I reached into my cloak pocket and felt the letter.

Wendy had written to me before I left, and I hadn’t had a chance to read it. It had been too long since I’d seen my friend. We wrote often, though not as frequently as I’d like. She was a busy witch, traveling to Northorn with her younger sister, Nixie, who was meeting a possible suitor.

Wendy had stopped visiting after a particularly nasty argument with Seokjin. I didn’t know the details, but from what Patto shared, jealousy and Yoongi were involved. Seokjin was hopelessly in love with Wendy, and I knew she felt the same, but the kitchen witch was an obstacle. They hadn’t spoken since, and I assumed they’d ended their relationship.

I heard rustling in nearby bushes and paused, scanning the area. Ready for a fight, I walked slowly. But nothing emerged. After five minutes of waiting, I grew bored and resumed my normal pace. The bushes remained still.

The walls of Bangtan loomed like the unyielding ramparts of some ancient fortress, their stone battlements cold and unapproachable, daring any who might consider breaching them. Just outside, a humble farm lay, the green fields stretching out like a patchwork quilt under the waning daylight. A human family toiled there, unknown and nameless to me but whispered to be kindly souls who welcomed travelers with open arms. Most humans, especially those from the north, eyed wolves with a wary, suspicious glare.

On the other side of those impregnable walls, a gentle stream meandered its way back to the ocean, the bridge leading to the ceremonial cave standing like a solitary sentinel. The town beyond was quaint, a postcard of pastoral charm. The church perched on the hillside was enveloped by the embrace of ancient trees, while the market bustled in the heart of town, surrounded by homes and businesses. The copiae, steadfast and resolute, nestled beside the stream, a small but mighty entity, and I adored it.

Tonight, the streets lay empty, a ghostly silence hanging in the air. Everyone was either ensconced in the cave or barricaded in their homes, leaving the town eerily still. The moon’s energy pulsed through me, a tangible force that foretold the grueling path ahead. Even if Sol chose not Jimin, the toll this night would exact on me was not to be underestimated. My prayers mingled with the night air, asking for the Gods to grant me Jimin, to ensure his recovery, and to bestow Sol a lifetime of happiness, as she so richly deserved.

The cave was a cavern of silence, despite the throngs within. The unmated wolves stood in orderly rows, awaiting the moon’s cue. I moved forward, preparing for the ceremony with the meticulous precision born of experience.

As always, I began by cutting my hair and changing my clothes. Tonight, the body paint would be different, a ritual transformation guided by Jordana’s grimoire. I had to embrace my feminine essence, which called for delicate, white lines.

I began by tracing two large circles around my eyes. With a puddle of water as my mirror, I let the lines cascade downward, creating a shape that cast a melancholic shadow across my face. I refined the lines, drawing them to meet at my jawline, and then added curved, moth-like wings that gave me a fleeting sense of satisfaction, reminiscent of the Grand Witch’s designs.

I adorned my face with crushed pearls, an optional but favored touch that promised some relief from the inevitable pain. With the altar set and the moon’s position noted, I performed a quick cleansing spell to ward off bad luck and signaled the ceremony’s commencement.

As I maneuvered around the alphas, creating a protective circle, Sol was escorted in, blindfolded and naked. Her dark, freckled skin and exposed hair were a sight both vulnerable and poignant. I averted my gaze as much as possible, granting her what privacy I could, though the sheer weight of the moment was impossible to ignore.

Chief Ahn, with a tenderness born of past affection, led Sol to the center of the circle. I glanced up at the moon through the cave’s opening. It was time. I stepped away from the circle’s edge, ensuring no one was too close, for fear of confusing or agitating Sol, or provoking a defensive reaction from her or her mate.

Watching from a safe distance, my gaze fell upon Jimin. His demeanor was one of resignation, his eyes fixed ahead, betraying a hint of nerves. I felt a sting of sorrow but fought to maintain composure. Now was not the time for tears.

I focused on the ceremony’s unfolding drama. Sol’s sudden, agonized cry and the sight of her crawling toward her mate brought a pang of desperation. Jimin’s eyes met mine in an unexpected lock. In that fleeting moment, the world seemed to pause. He looked at me with a raw, unmasked fear, an echo of our last conversation, where he had wrestled with his feelings of inadequacy and guilt.

Then came the gasp, the collective shock rippling through the crowd as Sol collapsed, her form draped over Taehyung’s legs. The astonishment in the air was palpable. Taehyung, his hands gently exploring Sol’s hair—something unseen until now—was the image of awe.

I cleared my throat and began to sing, a spell-charm woven into a song. As I sang, I felt the searing pain of my wings manifesting, each feather falling into a pool of my own blood. The process was agonizing, more so than any blood ritual I’d endured. My strength waned, but I placed two of my feathers on the altar with trembling hands.

The feathers, now pristine and white, floated gently to the altar. Taehyung’s reaction was mixed with discomfort, while Sol clung to him, seemingly impervious to the tumult around her. Chief Ahn’s look of fury was enough to set my nerves on edge, but I remained focused, hoping the others could temper his wrath.

“Nam initiis novis,” I choked out, my voice strained, delivering the feathers with magic as my accent thickened. I then cast a spell to dissolve the salt circle, finishing with, “Mêowle hîe l¯ædan êow frêod nâðýl¯æs lufen.”

With the ceremony concluded, the crowd’s discontent was audible, a cacophony of disbelief. I allowed myself a moment of rest, but Taehyung’s concern for my well-being was met with a firm dismissal. I had to gather my things, ignoring his protests.

“I will do this,” Jimin said, voice hard and seemingly coming from nowhere. “Lay down.”

“But-” I protested.

Jimin, his concern evident, took my hand, urging me to rest. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope that, now unburdened, Jimin might still belong to me in some intangible way. As he packed my belongings with careful precision, the townsfolk departed, their anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“Need a hand?” Namjoon’s voice cut through the dim light.

“No,” Jimin muttered, and Namjoon, after a brief pause, turned and vanished into the shadows.

Jimin moved with a swiftness that belied the weight of my belongings, scooping me up into his arms with an ease that spoke of his strength. I was a mere feather to him, but I winced at the thought of my blood staining his robes—expensive and painstakingly crafted. Yet he seemed oblivious to the potential damage, holding me close against his chest with a fierce protectiveness.

“You can’t go pulling stunts like that again,” he chided once we were clear of the village’s borders.

“Do what?” I mumbled, my voice barely a whisper.

“That feather trick. You look like you’re at death’s door.”

I managed a soft hum, “Sorry if I scared you.”

Jimin’s sigh was a deep, rumbling sound of forgiveness. “I forgive you.”

The walk back felt shorter, the familiar path seemingly imbued with a comforting sense of déjà vu from that snowy night. I couldn’t help but chuckle, and Jimin’s gaze softened, a grin stretching across his face that I was determined to imprint in my memory.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

I giggled, “Do you remember the Yule we first met?”

His smile widened, crinkling the corners of his eyes and revealing a slightly crooked front tooth. It was a sight that could melt any frost. “Of course,” he said, his tone warm. “I still favor that path. Can’t deny, it’s the best one.”

I sighed with contentment. “Except for the thorns, but it looks like someone took care of those.”

The trail, once choked with vicious thickets that sliced and jabbed at any unwary traveler, was now clear. Jimin, his cheeks tinged with a hint of shyness, shrugged.

“I took care of it once I started my rounds. Dodging mushroom circles is a challenge when you’re built like a tree.”

I snickered. “I can only imagine.”

Despite the shock of Taehyung’s unexpected rise to alpha, the sight of Sol on his back had eclipsed any lingering surprise. Exhaustion was beginning to pull at my edges, and I knew the reality would settle in come morning.

“I’m glad,” I murmured, “that you got what you wanted.”

Jimin’s eyes stayed fixed on the path ahead. “So am I.”

When we reached home, Shiloh was a whirlwind of concern, fussing over me with an intensity that bordered on the overwhelming. Jimin had assured her, as had I, that I was fine, but the owl’s persistent nagging was a test of patience. Jimin, ever composed, requested pen and paper to write to one of my friends.

Shiloh took care of that while I rested in bed, and though I was touched by Jimin’s gesture, it wasn’t surprising. He had never once left me to navigate such moments alone. I heard the flap of Shiloh’s wings as she departed, likely heading to Yoongi’s place.

“Thank you,” I called out, my voice already fading as sleep overtook me.

Jimin, standing in the doorway, offered a soft smile. He settled on the edge of my bed, his gaze gentle as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said.

“Drohtian hnot drîfan,” I mumbled, stifling a yawn. “Yoongi will help me.”

Jimin’s hum was a comforting sound, and I fought to keep my eyes from closing. He chuckled softly, a tender sound that seemed to wrap around me like a warm blanket.

“I wish I understood everything you say,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against my cheek. “Get some rest. Your friend will be here soon.”

I smiled, letting my eyes drift shut. “I’ll stay with you until then,” he added.

I nodded, and as my hands brushed the note from Wendy, I sighed in resignation. It would have to wait until morning. The exhaustion finally claimed me, and I drifted into a deep, restful sleep.

Taglist: @greezenini @adventures-in-bookland @kthstrawberryshortcake-main @zae007live @jimin-neverout @nikkiordonez12 @canarystwin @yamekomz @chimthicc @michiiedreamer @amorieus

P.S. For future reference, I did change Hyun-Jin’s name to Enver. I thought it would fit better since Thelma was naming him, and since it means luminous, I thought it rather fitting. I have always believed he was the light in Thelma’s rather lonely life. Hope you like the wolves and witches having different languages. I thought it would make sense since the wolves came from a different country and would not speak Lustrian at all. We’ll dive into that later.

Translations: Ielfen - FairyÊow rôðres earfoðlic ætstillan. - You are very quiet. Êow d hnot pîslic these lâstlange under. - You have not made these in a while. Yonder forerynel êow? - Where are you? Nam initiis novis. - For your new beginnings. Mêowle hîe l¯ædan êow frêod nâðýl¯æs lufen. - May they bring you hope and peace. Drohtian hnot drîfan. - Do not worry.

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winter-dayz · 1 year ago

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Fictober 2023

winter-dayz

A collection of oneshots for Fictober 2023.

Not every story is a romantic pairing. In some oneshots, the reader/main character is a villain; in some, the idol character is a villain. Please be aware that many are heavily horror or angst-themed.

READ ALL WARNINGS AND TAGS IN EACH ONESHOT.

Taglist: @soobin-chois

Kim Jisoo: It's only a dream... College AU; Nightmare on Elm Street AU Genre: Horror

Lee Hoseok: Freedom or the Kindness of Death Hybrid AU; Shapeshifter AU Genre: Horror

Lalisa Manobal: Eternal Love Vampire AU Genre: Angst, Fluff, Horror, Smut

Mark Tuan: A Polite Haunting Ghost AU Genre: Horror

Jeon Jungkook: His Treasure Dragon AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Lee Jooheon: Anything Goes The Purge AU Genre: Smut

Felix Lee: So naive... Fairy AU Genre: Angst; Horror (if you squint)

Kim Seungmin: Lonely St. Grim Reaper AU; Soulmate AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Min Yoongi: Betrayed Gumiho AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Angst; Fluff; Horror

Choi Yeonjun: Old Wives' Tales Werewolf AU Genre: Fluff

Shin Yuna: Bringer of Death Mummy AU; Inspired by The Mummy (1999) Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Namjoon: Reclamation Dryad AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Horror

Park Jimin: Movie Marathon Scary Movie Night Genre: Fluff

Kang Taehyun: Only silence remains Shadow People AU Genre: Horror

Lim Jaebeom: I Can't Lose You Deadly Games AU; Inspired by Squid Game & Alice in Borderland Genre: Angst; Horror

Choi Beomgyu: Field of Daisies Dokkaebi AU; Korean Mythology AU Genre: Fluff

Jung Hoseok: Avra K'davra Golem AU Genre: Angst; Fluff

Kim Yugyeom: Guardian Demon AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Chaeryeong: First Serial Killer AU Genre: Horror

Yang Jeongin: The Walls The Boy AU; Inspired by The Boy (2016) Genre: Fluff

Shin Ryujin: For the Best Alien AU; Yandere Genre: Fluff; Horror

Kim Taehyung: Capable Android AU Genre: Smut

Han Jisung: The Ring Ghost AU; Possession AU Genre: Fluff

Lee Minhyuk: Promise Haunted House Genre: Fluff

Lee Minho: Left Behind Friday the 13th AU Genre: Angst (with a happy ending); Horror (if you squint); Smut

Kim Jennie: Catch 'em, kill 'em Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut

Yoo Kihyun: Luring Siren AU Genre: Fluff; Horror (if you squint)

Choi Youngjae: Consequences of a Spellbook Magic AU; Witchcraft AU Genre: Angst

Hwang Hyunjin: Bound to You Cerberus AU; Goddess AU; Greek Mythology AU Genre: Fluff; Smut

Choi Soobin: Every side of the story Greek Mythology AU; Gorgon AU Genre: Fluff

BamBam: Best Halloween Ever Halloween Party; Non-Idol AU Genre: Fluff

#angst #bangtan sonyeondan #blackpink #fictober #fluff #got7 #horror #itzy #monsta x #oneshot #reader #smut #stray kids #tomorrow x together #wonho

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 5 months ago

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Park Jimin Masterlist - Series

Updated: 26.07.2024 ✔ = completed 🔞 = mature Other masterlists: mother masterlist; bts masterlist

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing yet...

Hello Again by @oh-so-scenarios

↳ “Through his many years, Mr. Park has come across many faces. But, there was one that he didn’t think he’d ever see again.”

↳ Chapters: 2/?

↳ Supernatural AU

✔ Horns & Halos by ahgastae

↳ “between having a werewolf as her best friend, his ghost-hunting roommate, and her own magical clumsiness, y/n’s a witch who is sure her life can’t get any weirder. that is until she finds herself in need of some new roommates, and it turns out her first choices aren’t exactly what they seem.

or the one where y/n unknowingly gains herself a guardian demon - and her guardian angel isn’t happy about it.”

↳ Chapters: 32/32

↳ Supernatural AU

I’m Not Who You Think I Am by sevenwho

↳ “There used to be two Kingdoms the one of Humans and the one of Supernaturals. They used to live in peace until Queen Y/N the First was blinded by her feelings and power and she attacked the other kingdom, extinguishing all the species that existed. Well, nearly. Some of them survived and they live in the deepest forests of the BTS Kingdom, one of them being Prince Park Jimin, he’s a demon, as all in the royal family of the fallen kingdom are. He seeks revenge from the Human Kingdom. He has a certain hate towards the simple humans, he believes that they all are the same and extremely disgusting; Especially their leaders. Them he wants to kill. Prince Park Jimin will attempt on assassinating the Kind and Queen of the Kingdom of Peace (formerly known as Kingdom of Humans) along with their two children, Princess Y/N the Second and Prince Jungkook. He’s certain he’ll achieve his mission… but will he really?”

↳ Chapters: 8/?

↳ Supernatural AU

Lucky Cat by scenedipity

↳ “Jimin has a stray hybrid in his house. Looking like she hasn’t eaten in ages and not much of a talker but she does seem to like his chicken soup.”

↳ Chapters: 8/?

↳ Hybrid AU

Show Me In Your Teeth by magicalsalamander

↳ “Hybrids were common amongst civilians, but monsters lurked, created by the government. H.O.U.N.D, pronounced hound, is Hybrid Operation in United Negotiation of Defense, an allegiance of hybrids and federal officers. They were weapons breed for tactic and war. Special agent Y/L/N came back marked a failure after your secret last mission. Politics involved, you were to be assigned a Hound officer. What happens when the monster, Cerberus, gets assigned to you?”

↳ Chapters: 1/2

↳ Hybrid AU

Unorthodox by chaoticneutralwriter

↳ “Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective.”

↳ Chapters: 31/?

↳ Supernatural AU

#smut #angst #fluff #masterlist #fic rec #bts #imagine #park jimin x reader #park jimin

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theshinazugawaslut · 9 months ago

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can you give us a list of all your fictional crushes ? ALL OF THEM

Sure!

in anime:

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

Genya Shinazugawa (Demon Slayer)

Gyutaro Shabana (Demon Slayer)

Muzan Kibutsuji (Demon Slayer)

Yoriichi Tsugikuni (Demon Slayer)

Michikatsu Tsugikuni (Demon Slayer)

Iguro Obanai (Demon Slayer)

Sabito Fujikasane (Demon Slayer)

Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Kanroji Mitsuri (Demon Slayer)

Kotaha Hashibira (Demon Slayer)

Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia)

Todoroki Shoto (My Hero Academia)

Todoroki Touya/Dabi (My Hero Academia)

Shigaraki Tomura (My Hero Academia)

Kirishima Eijirou (My Hero Academia)

Overhaul (My Hero Academia)

Izuku Midoriya/Deku (My Hero Academia)

Isaac Foster/Zack (Angels of Death)

Sukuna Ryomen (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Yuuji Itadori (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Choso Kamo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Geto Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Levi Ackerman (Attack On Titan)

Eren Jaeger (Attack On Titan)

Noe (The Case Study of Vanitas)

Enishi Yukishiro (Ruroni Kenshin: The Final live-action)

favourites from the list: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Bakugo Katsuki, Levi Ackerman, Enishi Yukishiro, Isaac Foster, Genya Shinazugawa

outside of anime: ///// it gets concerning here, please understand

Godzilla (Godzilla: King of Monsters)

Caesar (Planet of the Apes trilogy)

Koba (Planet of the Apes trilogy)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Hiccup (How To Train Your Dragon)

Viggo Grimborn (HTTYD: Dragons Race To The Edge)

Venom (Marvel Venom)

Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians)

Pitch Black (Rise of the Guardians)

Leonardo (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles live-action)

Riven (Winx Club)

Sky (Winx Club)

Flora (Winx Club)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Ultron (Avengers)

Holly O'Hair (Ever After High)

Enzo Kang/Four (To The Edge of the Sky - visual novel)

Remy/Six (To The Edge of the Sky)

Ko Daehyeon/Five (To The Edge of the Sky)

Nine (To The Edge of the Sky)

Zero (To The Edge of the Sky)

Lloyd (Lego: Ninjago)

Young Lord Garmadon (Lego Ninjago)

favourites from list: Leonardo (TMNT - it's a turtle, get over it), Caesar (yes, I know he's an ape), Venom (idc), Enzo (I love assassin men), Godzilla (yeah, attack me), Optimus Prime (so fine and for what?)

celebrity crushes:

Min Yoongi/Suga (BTS)

Jeon Jungkook (BTS)

Park Jimin (BTS)

Kim Seokjin (BTS)

Kim Namjoon/RM (BTS)

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope (BTS)

Kim Taehyung/V (BTS)

There's more to each list but these are the basic ones

#esha blabbers #esha answers your questions #please don't judge me #my friends bully me enough #i love tmnt live action #and i adore the planet of the apes trilogy #upsetting that caesar is more of a man than real men :(

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bangtanwritershq · 2 years ago

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BangtanWritersHQ Presents: “May Angst” Masterlist

For May 2023, we put together a collection of fics to bring the angst on! We asked our members to share with us their angstiest stories so that we could share them with you! If you are in an angsty mood, this masterlist is for you! In this post, you’ll find fics from our network members that feature angst with a happy ending, angst with a sad ending, pure angst with no ending in sight, or anything in between, with various AU types and tropes!

Browse at your leisure and ENJOY!

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🔞 - nsfw (mature themes) ✅ - sfw (no warnings) 💖 - smut ⚠️ - other warnings

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🔞 💖 ⚠️ I Put A Spell On You | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Jimin x Reader | Jungkook x Reader AU Type: Demon/Vampire/Witch | smut, angst Rating: MA WC: 9,257

🔞 💖 ⚠️ Your Guardian Angel | @colormepurplex2 [2/2] Pairing: Seokjin x Reader AU Type: F2L | heavy angst, mild smut Rating: MA WC: 14,887

⚠️ Come Back To Me (twitter) | @btskitten7 [1/1] Pairing: Yoong x f.OC AU Type: Drabble | Angst Rating: MA WC: 800

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mccnlightjelly · 5 months ago

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*ੈ ♡ ‧₊˚ primary muses

arlo cho - he/him - early to mid 20's - portrayed by park wonbin a rebellious & thrill-seeking young man who is constantly the bane of his mother's existence. definitely has his father's temper & anger issues; doesn't care who he hurts with his words when emotions run high. born with all the luxuries in the world but despises them all, choosing to spend most of his days racing expensive cars & selling drugs to the elite members of society. harbors an unhealthy resentment towards his neglectful but ridiculously wealthy parents. acts out in a desperate attempt for attention, but will die before admitting to it. stoic & aloof but has the softest spot for animals. gentle & kind if someone's made the effort in chipping away at the forcefully hardened exterior. au's: royal verse - demi-god verse - devilman verse

elliot hwang - he/him - early 20's - portrayed by choi beomgyu a university student who was raised by his strict grandmother after his parent's tragic death. a gentle soul with a heart condition taking him from the world far too early; an absolute optimist despite his short life span. he's got an affinity for botany & spends most of his time in the gardens sketching or daydreaming. loyal & loving; everyone considers him their best friend & vice versa. usually a talker, but he finds it easiest to isolate himself when upset. rides his bike everywhere & always brings along his cat, kiki, for the ride. full of life, hoping to share it with the world before it's too late.

au's: guardian angel verse

eren kang - he/him - mid to late 20's - portrayed by song kang a server at his family's failing restaurant who lives a second life as an underground fighter in order to pay off his parents' debt & provide for his siblings. the eldest son with all the pressure on his shoulders; older brother to twin boys ten years his junior. a good-natured & caring man; hates the fact that he likes fighting. a bit of an anime & gaming nerd. has a terrible tendency to ignore & bottle his negative emotions; ends up exploding as a result. an absolute heart of gold though he constantly torn between the responsibility of caring for his family & living his own life. au's: royal verse - red dead redemption verse

noah park - he/him - early to mid 20's - portrayed by choi soobin a university student & ace of his uni's volleyball team. born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but to neglectful parents who cared only of their businesses; loving & energetic despite that, enjoys making people smile & laugh. basically raised by his nannies. an avid believer in retail therapy who can & will spend at least $500 a day on materialistic expenses; consequently resulting in his main love language being gift giving. the life of the party who everyone has had a crush on at some point; goes out to ignore the overwhelming sense of loneliness he feels at home. a soft boy to his core.

au's: idol verse - vampire verse - mermaid verse - stranger things verse

park jihun - he/him - early to mid 20's - portrayed by choi yeonjun an idol & socialite who's been in the limelight for as long as he could remember & excels at nearly everything he sets his mind to. a little brother to park minjun. exceptionally passionate about his career, & is somewhat cocky, though he fears he will constantly be overshadowed by his older brother's success as a renowned choreographer. charismatic & enticing as they come; a visual that people just can't take their eyes off of. cares & loves deeply; easily jealous, yet (usually) unwilling to commit. the 'it boy' with a stack of nda's in his bedside table. au's: demon verse - wizarding world verse

park minjun - he/they - mid to late 20's - portrayed by park jimin OR lee juyeon a renowned choreographer & socialite who owns his own prestigious dance studio in new york city. an older brother to park jihun & his number one fan. was set to debut as an idol but quit the industry due to it's negative impact on his mental health. a passionate & enthusiastic man who is full of life. cares deeply for others & it shows. an absolute foodie & car lover. owns more luxury & vintage vehicles than he likes to admit. puts his heart & soul into everything he sets his mind to. just a man who's settled for a life behind the scenes, but will always wonder what could have been.

au's: demon verse - idol verse

phoenix [ nix ] seong - he/him - mid to late 20's - portrayed by jeon jungkook a guitarist/front man of the heavy metal band SINNERS & socialite who wants nothing more than to live the life that he wants; not the life his parents laid out for him. brooding & aloof to most, but softhearted & gentle to those who put in the effort. pessimistic by default, unable (or unwilling) to forget how others have hurt him in the past. owns a ducati superleggera v4 motorcycle that he enjoys flaunting & a doberman named cerberus. he finds solace & comfort in music, & can spend all day in bed listening to records. a somewhat misunderstood man who just wants to share his music with the world. au's: immortal verse - vampire verse - royal verse

yoo daeshim - he/they - mid to late 20's - portrayed by kim taehyung a model & socialite who represents his mother's very successful agency. he's been called a nepo baby, but he's worked hard to get his career where it is today. an only child who had always been his parents' pride & joy. outgoing & fun-loving; a people person. bold & charismatic, & will shamelessly flirt with anyone he finds attractive. he's materialistic as they come & won't hesitate to fly on his private jet to paris out of sheer boredom. cunning & ruthless if he has to be. but all in all, a hopeless romantic who loves to be loved.

au's: greek god verse - immortal verse

aurora [ rora ] kwon - she/her - early 20's - portrayed by jang wonyoung a child prodigy & medical intern who graduated high school at the age of 10, university at the age of 14 & then medical school at 18. currently completing her residency program at a hospital run by her father. bubbly & down to earth, but she'll always carry the burden of the world's expectations on her shoulders. cares deeply about people & it's obvious in the way she treats patients. an absolute perfectionist who can't help but to stress herself out unintentionally. a workaholic through & through. grew up a bit spoiled, but she'd never admit it. loves all things sweet & pink. doesn't have a mean bone in her body. a girlboss who just wants to save peoples' lives.

au's: royal verse - mermaid verse - idol verse

cleo moon - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by shin ryujin a tattoo artist who dropped out of art school a year into the program. the eldest daughter to 3 younger brothers, raised by a deadbeat dad. stubborn & slightly aloof, prefers to keep her circle of friends small. heavily shelters her heart. nicotine addict who always loses her vape. can easily spend her days drawing up flash sheets while the smiths plays in the background & her cat, luna, naps by her side. somewhat pessimistic; a half glass empty type of person. isn't afraid to stand her ground. a resilient young woman who had to take on way too much at a young age. au's: wizarding world verse - hand maiden verse - fallout verse

ella perkins - she/her - early to mid to 20's - portrayed by sabrina carpenter an esthetician & beauty influencer who uses her platform to spread positivity. a little (half) sister to lucy perkins & former pageant queen. charismatic & self-assured, though that doesn't mean she's exempt from doubting herself every so often. deeply rooted father & abandonment issues. self - reliant, sometimes even to a fault. raised by a single mother, she's been taught to never rely on a man (or anyone besides yourself, for that matter). a sweet girl with a rough childhood who strives to promote the importance of self-love, while refusing to address her desire to be loved by another.

au's: fairy verse

evie lee - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by hwang yeji a writer & university student who has gained moderate popularity publishing her series of short poems. a child of divorce, her best friend & main confidant had always been her twin brother, everette. discovered her love of literature at a young age & used it as a way to express herself, as well as a coping mechanism. charming & captivating, yet she's never been able to make the right decisions when it comes to her love life. can be malicious if provoked. not afraid to flirt & dally in order to get her way. an enchanting girl who never quite learned how to love or how to *be loved* properly. au's: fairy verse - siren verse

hana min - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by kim chaewon a newly debuted idol who was born & raised in new york city. part of a nine member girl group called CLOUD9 where she holds the main vocalist & visual positions. a talented & hardworking girl with an obvious passion for music & performing. a fan favorite since pre-debut, she's on a fast track towards the 'it girl' title. kind-hearted & down to earth, doing her best to showcase her authentic self. seldom grows angry, but terrifying when she does. half glass full type of girl. innocent by default, but harbors a fiery side as well. just a girl living her dream life.

au's: non-idol verse

haruka ito - she/her - mid to late 20's - portrayed by minatozaki sana an actress that is usually casted as the female lead in dramas who's family is highly ranked within the yakuza. charismatic & ambitious, she had always known she'd make a living out of performing. only daughter & youngest child; has 3 older brothers. never short on confidence & very much aware of her beauty. loves being the center of attention, & can light up the room with her big & bright personality. a closeted bisexual with a slight preference towards other women. somewhat competitive & willing to go to extremes to get her way. a self-proclaimed princess who has been spoiled from the moment she was born. au's: royal verse - pirate verse - red dead redemption verse - dragon ball z verse

imogen [ immy ] boudreaux - she/her - early to mid 20's - portrayed by shen xiaoting a ballerina performing for new york city ballet who was adopted into an extremely wealthy family as an infant. smart & incredibly headstrong, she never hesitates to speak her mind. unapologetic & stubborn at times. somewhat naive due to a sheltered upbringing. very grateful for the life she lives, but admittedly still curious about her birth parents & native culture. competitive in nature, almost to a fault; won't settle for anything less than the lead role. dreams of one day starting her own ballet academy & company. a gifted dancer who yearns to know where she came from.

au's: vampire verse

lucy perkins - she/her - mid to late 20's - portrayed by nicola peltz a stripper & aspiring musician finally living out her best life in los angeles. a vibrant & sensual woman whose confidence levels exceeds most people's. breathtakingly beautiful & she absolutely knows it. an older (half) sister to ella perkins. spends her weekends under neon lights & booming bass. fearless & ruthless; literally hitchhiked from the midwest to the west coast. working through her daddy issues every single day. loves being the center of attention & isn't afraid to admit it. a woman who knows her worth & will never settle for less than she deserves. au's: moulin rouge verse - mermaid verse

miyeon ' violet ' lee - mid to late 20's - portrayed by jennie kim OR soojin a socialite who waltzes through life due to her charismatic personality & captivating beauty. the type of girl who isn't used to being told no. kiho lee's older sister & number one supporter. smart & witty, but filled with untapped potential. the 'it girl' & frequent party-goer. absolutely despises her korean name due to bullying when her family moved to the US permanently. will never pass up brunch or a girl's night out. a somewhat pretentious woman that still has a heart of gold.

au's: wizarding world verse - royal verse - pirate verse

*ੈ ♡ ‧₊˚ secondary muses

#dni.

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chaoticneutralwriter · 2 years ago

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Hey! I know it's been a while but I was scrolling through tiktok and I heard this song called Tattoo by Loreen and I immediately thought about the playlist you used to make about your story. I think It was something around "guardian demon!Jimin playlist spotlight", Anyways, it is such a pretty song and I think it fits with the last past of the story so much.

Take care 💜

hello! omgg that's so sweet of you to think about my fic when you heard this song 😭😭😭 thank you so much for the rec! i'll definitely have a listen to it and perhaps it'll make it's way to a playlist spotlight feature ^^ ty ty <3

take care as well! 💜

#asks #guardian demon!Jimin ask

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littlemessyjessi · 3 years ago

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"Guardians of Stone": Age Thirteen: Chapter Four : Poly Fantasy BTS AU

Poly BTS, Fantasy, Supernatural AU,

Fallen Angels, demons,angels, yandere themes, fantasy themes, supernatural themes.

💜 chapter 4: age 13 💜

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Anxious fingers continue to fidget with the handle on the cello case.

There were people everywhere.

Her father had a function and Jessabella was meant to perform.

It wasn't a question or a request but rather a direct command.

The place was the picture elegance.

Truthfully, the function itself probably cost more than most people would make in their lifetime.

And her father spent it like it was nothing because to him that's exactly what it was.

Money was no object for him.

He thought it could solve all problems.

"Everyone has a price, Jessabella. Anything and anyone can be bought, for the right amount. You would do well to remember that." he had said to her more times than she could count.

She hated him for that.

For that mentality.

The very idea that he thought he could just buy people off.

After all, it had never worked for her and she was his own blood.

His only child and one that he had given ever material thing anyone could ever desire.

But she would never accept him because he was evil.

She truly believed that.

In her thirteen years of life, she had seen the true dark, cruel twisted side of him and it didn't matter what other thoughts.

She had seen the wicked grin that lay just behind the charming smile he gave to the socialites.

He was dashing and handsome and successful but she knew exactly who he was.

However, she was still a child and there was only so much she could do.

She had tried.

Oh, how she had tried.

She'd ran away more times than either of them could keep up with but she never got far for long because he had people everywhere.

It was only a matter of time before she was deposited right back into his hands.

"You're meant to inherit my legacy, Jessabella. You are the only heir and it's expected of you." he would say every time. "But apparently you have another lesson to learn."

It was always followed by a statement to the public that she was off on another vacation with her 'doting, loving father'.

To the public, he was the widowed single father to the daughter who he spoiled and adored.

No one else saw the absolute hell behind closed doors.

A month later when the bruises had healed and he was convinced he'd broken her spirit enough- only then would he allow her to go out into the world again.

A hand settled on her shoulder, a little too hard to be comfortable.

"Darling."

She nearly gagged as the word leaving his lips.

"It's time for your performance." he said.

Jessabella looked up at her father.

His black hair glinting in the light, the smile on his face sharp- a warning.

She simply nodded tugging her cello out and getting settled.

She had chosen "Numb" by Linkin Park.

She hadn't bothered to run it by him because there would be no lyrics and she knew it wouldn't matter.

It was simply about the music and the idea that his 'beloved daughter' was a prodigy.

In truth, she was but she hated that he referred to her as such.

She just loved music, of any kind.

Music put her feelings into the words that she couldn't seem to get out.

She took a deep breath before she let the song overtake her.

The bow sliding across the strings effectively captivating the audience.

She knew it was.

The song was beautiful and the composition of it was gorgeous.

The lyrics spoke to her personally and even without them… the emotion bled through in the melody.

She sang along in her head as she played, the pads of her fingers calloused from hours against the strings.

'I'm tired of being what you want me to be. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don't know what you're expecting of me. Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.'

Tears brewed behind her closed eyes but she would be damned if she let them fall.

She thought of her mother often.

There had definitely been struggles but she hadn't deserved to die.

And Jessabella missed her.

'I've become so numb. I can't feel you there. Become so tired. So much more aware.'

She hated being alone with her father.

She hated it.

At times, she understood her mother's reasons.

Her eyes opened focused in across the street.

The back of Bangtan Mansion displayed before her, guarded by the iron gate.

It was right across from the local country club.

It had been three years since she'd been back.

She was still terrified of her experience but at times, she wondered if whatever happened… might've been better than this.

Her eyes slid down to the crowd to see her father standing there.

He looked proud.

Not of her.

But of the envy in the other's eyes.

She was nothing more than a possession to him.

Something to gloat about and lord over others.

She hated him.

Her eyes closed again, trying to just focus on the music.

'I'm becoming this. All I want to do is be more like me and be less like you.

And I know I may end up failing too but I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you.

I've become so numb. I can't feel you there. I'm tired of being what you want me to be. I've become so numb.'

She finished her performance to an outstanding ovation and her father all but leapt on the stage, harshly tugging her into his side.

He went on to brag about his 'prodigy' of a child and she barely kept it together.

She gave a few polite bows before she promptly got as far away from the stage as she could.

Normally, he would take this opportunity to cart her around like a prized show pony but he was distracted by some politician.

She saw her chance and she took it, sneaking out of the party and down the street.

Her black heels clacked on the sidewalk, the matching black dress blowing in the wind a bit.

She already missed her cargos and combat boots.

Her hair had been pinned into submission and her face painted to look much older than the young teenager that she was.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost ran into something as it swung out in front of her.

Her eyes narrowed at the iron slightly swaying in front of her feet.

Eyes dragging up to see that it was in fact a gate and she was standing right outside of Bangtan Manor.

Apparently, it had an entrance in the back that she'd never noticed.

Though truthfully, it was a bit overgrown.

She gnawed on her lip for a moment, deciding if she should go in or not.

"Last time you nearly got yourself killed." she said to herself. "But then again, here lately, maybe…"

She shook her head of the dark thoughts… but apparently not enough to clear them because soon enough she was pushing through the vines and stepping onto the property again.

It was quiet.

The kind of quiet associated with horror movies before the main character got ripped to shreds.

Even with that knowledge… she pressed on.

She slid her heels off, the grass tickling her bare feet but soothing the soreness.

She sighed.

There were no voices.

She was sure that they were angry with her, after all, what would she expect after the last encounter.

She'd nearly been killed.

Though, at times when she lay awake at night, she wondered if that had been intentional.

She had many conversations with Jimin before.

That in and of itself sounded insane, she knew.

He was a statue after all but she had long since accepted that she wasn't normal.

And he had always been kind to her before.

She ventured further into the property where she knew a small pond sat.

It was still a bit overgrown but there were flowers blossom in varying shades of pink and the little wooden bench was still in tact.

She took a seat as she looked up at the statue closest to her.

If anyone had been blessed by Aphrodite, it was that man.

He was truly beautiful in every way.

"Hello, Seokjinnie." she said.

She received no answer but she didn't really expect one to be honest.

It would be a miracle if she managed to leave there alive today and somehow… she had made her peace with that.

"Your flowers are looking lovely." she commented. "I see that the azaleas are a new addition."

The statue remained looking over the water managing to look both pensieve and serene at the same time.

"I'm sorry I haven't been back, Seokjinnie." she said. "I have missed you. But with what happened last time, I've been afraid. I- I thought I was going to die. I thought Jimin was going to kill me. But now, even if that is what happens, I'm no so afraid of it anymore."

The water of the pond turned vicious, churning in a way that a pond never would.

Jessabella grew afraid again but moments later the pond settled into a gentle ebb and flow.

Music drifted around them as it floated out of the manor.

The tinkling of piano keys filled the air.

"I know this song." she smiled. "My mother used to play it for me. It's 'Jasmine Flower'."

Warmth blossomed in her heart that the good memories of her mother and before she knew it she was singing.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower! What a beautiful jasmine flower! Buds and blooms are here and there, pure and fragrant all do declare. Let me gather some with tender care, sweetness for all to share. Jasmine fair, oh jasmine fair." she said, breaking into a fit of giggles as she leapt to her feet and spun in circles around in the grass.

She fell backwards, encased by the flowers.

She hadn't felt that light or joyous in a long while.

"Thank you, Yoongi." she whispered, eyes prickling with tears. "It was as if my mother was here with me again."

She expected nothing in return but when the deep, soft voice invaded her mind with a comforting, "You're welcome, flower." … she wept.

All of her emotions, all the trauma and the bullshit bubbled ot the surface and she cried in the flowers.

Her wretched father, the loss of her mother, the constant war she was in, the expectations, the suicidal thoughts, everything.

The damn broke and she just laid there.

Her tears falling into the warm of earth of spring.

In that moment, she was both ready to die and yet, wanting nothing more than to live.

On the one hand, she wanted her life as a her father's daughter to end.

She wanted that girl to die.

But here, in the garden with the flowers where no one expected her to be anyone but herself… she wanted to live.

She wanted so badly to live there forever.

"You could."

The fuzzy voice invaded her mind again and she tensed a bit at the sweeter tone.

"Jimin?" she spoke.

"I never meant to hurt you." his voice said, warmth bleeding in around the edges. "I got a little jealous that you had brought someone else and then you were leaving. I thought you would never come back and-"

There was a rush of many voices all at once again, talking too fast and too low in her mind for her to be able to sort them out or what they were saying.

But it didn't matter.

She thought she would be terrified but it brought her comfort to have them there again.

She laid back in the grass again, eyes closing.

There arguing almost served as quiet background noise.

She had made up her mind.

Whatever happened, happened.

But in that moment, she was going to enjoy the blissful peace of the garden.

No one was expecting anything of her.

She was just a girl laying in the flowers.

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