#i cant suddenly demand a pay rise now if im leaving soon | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

waitinginthedarke · 8 years ago

Text

Sometimes Rain Falls

A BTS Fanfiction

Type: AU/Alternative Universe

Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy… But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…

Trailer

Masterlist

A/N: Buckle up kiddos, its a long’un!

Epilogue

The sun rising over the horizon through your bedroom window has you squinting against its bright light, grumbling against the onslaught of the morning and the list of things you had to do that immediately begins to reel through your mind, before swinging your legs over the side and getting to your feet, stretching as you finally open your eyes to let the day in.

You’d dreamt of him again last night.

Who are you?

Ever since the morning you’d woken up to go to the princes’ parade, and your mind had recalled the incredibly vivid images of a brunette prince, with a smile as bright as the sun and eyes as kind as a doe, you’d been struck by the realness of the man, the dream continuing to recur for the past week, even despite your disappointment at not having been picked to be a princess at the celebration…

However, since then you’d continued to dream of this elusive price, and, as each night had gone by, you’d noticed that the dreams had begun to change slightly…

The first time he’d appeared behind your eyelids, you’d simply seen his face as he stood across from you in a small beautifully blooming meadow that dropped off to the side into a cliff face, whilst the remainder of the space was cut off by bushes, almost like the area was its own entity.

The entire time you’d watched him you’d felt a pull toward him, like you wanted to embrace him but something unseen was holding you back, stopping you from getting any closer, from knowing anything more about him. However, before you could ever even act on the desire you could feel burning inside of you for you to touch him, you’d woken up to the morning struggling over your window sill and you’d immediately set to your days tasks to try and forget the uneasy feeling the dream had left you with, finding yourself starting at any man with brunette hair that you’d walk past, before frowning when you realized it wasn’t the right shade of chestnut, or that it didn’t shine as brightly as the image of his hair in your mind.

The second night, you’d been surprised to find yourself a step closer to him, although still unable to get any nearer.

However, from that distance you’d been able to make out the tired circles beneath his eyes, the sight making you slightly sad despite the warm smile he was offering your way, and so when you’re unable to move closer once again you find yourself becoming distressed, not paying attention as to why, before his face is fading away and you wake up once again, this time in a cold sweat, and being greeted by the sight of the sun timidly sat on the horizon, as though it was waiting for your permission to enter your room and wake you from the dream.

The third night you’d been closer still…but this time, things had been different.

Where before the man’s face had seemed tired and drawn, this time, being closer, it was revealed to you that the circles under his eyes weren’t black but a reddish purple, the lines of his face seeming longer in some way, and when he smiles at you this time, you’re startled to watch the way his eyes flash with white, almost as though his vision was interrupted by static, leaving an unclear image in front of you, before its replaced by the dark creeping in around you.

But just as you go to panic when you wake up in your bed, restrained by sleep paralysis and feeling the presence of the dark creeping in around you, you close your eyes desperately once more and are surprised to see the same man watching you with concern, his hand reaching out to hold yours, the sensation feeling so real that you’re almost tempted to open your eyes. However, with the way he was watching you, you felt your heart reach toward him in your chest, and you try your best not to let him go.

But moments later your eyelids are forced open by the sun rising high in the sky outside your window, and you’re propelled quickly into your days’ routine.

The next couple of nights develop to the point where you end up stood in the arms of the man, becoming completely attached to him, almost against your will, but not feeling any regret about it, simply wanting to stay with him without stopping, feeling like you wanted him…needed him …to live. You could smell him perfectly, his musky, oaky scent having you drowning in him as you gripped onto his ruffled silk shirt with everything you had, the feeling of his arms clutching you tightly being so real to you that there were ridiculous moments where you open your eyes expecting to look up and see him, only to do so and be met with the darkness of your bedroom…

…And then you’d woken up that morning…and something in your brain had changed.

Because before you’d been holding off believing that the man was ever real, choosing to believe that he was a creation of your mind, and that you’d probably live the rest of your life wishing you could find him.

But upon waking up to the sun greeting you in a warm embrace through the window, you catch onto the sound of your mother talking to your aunt in the garden about the Prince’s parade the previous weekend…

…and you realize just where the man in your dreams had come from.

Or rather…where he’d appeared to you once… after the dreams had begun…

At the Princes’ parade.

He was one of them.

The rest of that morning had been spent in your head, messing up your tasks and being scolded by your mother and father before you’d moved onto the next one after remedying your mistakes. However, its when you’re left to brush down the family mare in the barn later that day, distractedly watching the sun regretfully fall back behind the hill, almost praying for you to stop it from leaving, that a sudden image is pushed so forcefully to the front of your mind that you stop everything and find yourself closing your eyes as it plays like a tape in your mind.

‘Explain to me why I can remember, if you’re supposed to be the only one that knows you’ve turned the clock back.’ You say, looking up at him with a determined expression and seeing his brows crease just the tiniest fraction.

‘Honestly, im not sure…the only reason Namjoon knew was because I told him, and because his power is the removal of memories, the moment I told him that I’d done it, the memories he’d taken all came back to him and he remembered everything. There are some loopholes in our powers…but you shouldn’t have been able to remember anything, unless-‘

‘Were you ever going to tell me any of this if I didn’t remember?’ you ask, feeling slightly frustrated by the obvious ruling out of telling you about his family and what they really were, but even as you were trying to silently tell yourself not to be ridiculous, that Hoseok was just trying to protect you, you weren’t paying attention to the way the prince beside you had become lost in his own thoughts, his frown much deeper than before.

‘Your father and mother…they’re just farmers aren’t they? Your family has always been farmers, right?’ Hoseok asks suddenly, turning to you with a hard gaze and you widen your eyes at the sight, nodding your head woodenly as an instant response, before frowning yourself at the blunt question.

‘Why? Why does it matter whether or not they’re just farmers?’ you demand, trying to pull him back down when he suddenly stands up, but your grip on him seems like nothing as he pulls his hand distractedly from your grasp, pacing to the window before just as suddenly turning back to you.

‘I have to talk to Namjoon. I need you to stay here, just for a little while, okay? You’ll be safe here. I promise I wont be long, but I think-‘

‘Wait! Why cant I come with you?’ you ask as quickly as you can, but he’s cutting off your words with a kiss, his hands cradling your face gently and you almost sink into his touch, before he’s pulling back and staring intently down at you.

‘Its safer for you to be in here. Remember what I said- don’t walk the corridors alone. I promise you, Jagi…I’ll be back in a little while. But if I don’t speak to Namjoon now…-there’s not a lot of time. Just stay here, and you’ll be safe. I’ll come back to you, Beautiful.’ He murmurs hurriedly, kissing you once more before suddenly disappearing, the sound of the door closing quietly makes you turn your head in its direction, but Hoseok had already gone.

The suddenness of the memory, as well as the complete surety of itself as a memory, despite its completely confusing context, has you stuttering in your movements, frowning at the horse’s flank in front of you and your hand falls heavily to your side as you attempt to drag the memory back, but you slowly lose grip on the image of him, and end up simply being left with the feeling of his lips against yours.

What was that?

...and why had it felt so real?...

Its at that moment that you become aware of being watched, the creeping, hair-raising tingling on the back of your neck causing you to tense up with the quietest sound of a foot scraping over soil, and after a quick strengthening of your resolve, you spin around to scan the yard behind you-

-only to be met with nothing but the shrubs beside the house, and the field that stretched out behind…

That night, things got a lot worse.

As soon as the dream crept up on you in the form of the warmth that was always provided by his smile, you become aware of an emptiness about the meadow you found yourself in, the calm you usually felt being replaced by suspense and hesitation as you realize he wasn’t actually there; that instead of being greeted by his angels face, you’d simply been greeted by the moonlit flowers before you.

You were alone.

‘Hobi?’

Where had that name come from?

You’d allowed the word to simply roll off of your tongue without a thought, but the second it left your mouth you were bombarded in your mind with a multitude of questions about why you’d said it, the singular strange, yet somehow loving notion of the word, simultaneously offering comfort, whilst leaving you stood feeling utterly alone when it receives no response.

‘Hobi?’ you call again, being about to walk to the edge of the cliff to see if there was a pathway down, before suddenly hearing a noise behind you, and turning quickly to see what it was.

It wasn’t him-

But you’d definitely seen this man before…

…and the sight of him sent fear sprinting through your entire body.

‘Hello, Y/N-‘

‘No. Stay away!’ you state, your voice coming out stronger than you’d thought possible as you suddenly begin to back up toward the cliff face, the moment for you caught between real and a dream as your hands tremble and your feet shuffle backwards, all the while watching the man in front of you as he slowly approaches you, mouth stretching into a monstrous, animalistic grin.

‘Stop! Stay away!’ you shout again, holding your hands out defencelessly before you, and feeling your chest tighten in fear, but its just as you misplace your footing and the ground drops out from beneath you, that he says something that has your whole world turning upside down.

‘Its time to remember, Princess.’

The memories hit you like a tidal wave; brutal, unforgiving, definite, no room for negotiation as they crash into your mind.

They flicker by on fast forward, one by one, bombarding you over and over, but despite the ferocity of the emotions that came with each one, an overwhelming sense of want begins to bloom in your chest as the same beautiful, angelic smile appears again and again, aimed solely at you.

You have the vague feeling of being held as your mind spins through the memories that had been taken from you, feeling the tears leak from your eyes as you relive the moments of tenderness and love with your prince, his face appearing familiar to you once more where before he’d simply seemed like a handsome stranger in your dreams. You find yourself panting quietly through the times of fear as you feel yourself repeat your desperate cries for help as you once again crawl through the forest into the meadow, your mind having spun through so many scenes that you’d managed to come full circle into the moonlit space.

‘Hobi?‘

The whisper escapes you as you find yourself laying in his arms after the onslaught of emotions, the moment seemingly caught on a knife edge where the pace of the memories had slowed to reality as you stare deep into his brilliant white eyes, and watching him in that moment you feel your emotions treble tenfold after reliving the entire life you’d made with him, feeling a desperate need to stop him from doing what you knew he’d do next;…

….erase everything, just to save you.

‘Hobi, please…don’t-‘

Before you could finish your sentence the dream ends, and you open your eyes to be met with shimmering white orbs.

‘Its okay, beautiful. I’ve got you…’

He was there.

HOSEOK

He hadn’t meant to speak.

He’d simply been watching over you as he had been every night since he’d left you alone in your bed at your family’s house, needing to make sure you were safe and wanting to see you- ironically to stop himself from going back to put you in danger once again.

However, when he’d seen how distressed you were that night, he couldn’t stop himself from climbing through your window with his need to comfort you, feeling distressed himself in his helplessness to do anything, since this was the first night since he’d left you that you’d seemed so completely frightened by the dreams you’d been having- that he was desperate to believe he had something to do with him.

Of course, he’d slipped a few times before, had needed to touch your perfectly soft skin so badly, that he’d gentle folded his fingers around yours on one occasion, and on another had accidentally found himself letting you curl yourself onto his lap in your tired restlessness, the feeling of you so familiar, warm, and simply you casting him in motionlessness as he spent the rest of the night in your room, before disappearing just before you could wake.

However, its just at that moment, as he’d been about to make a noise to try and rouse you from the nightmare, trying to find anything to stop you from being so upset, that he’d seen you suddenly roll to the edge of the bed, the power behind the movement forcing you over the side, and before he could stop himself he’d dived through the window and caught you before you could crash against the floor, clutching you close to himself in his surprise at his actions.

…He hadn’t held you this close in so long…but it felt just as magical as it had the first time; as it always had.

Thankfully you hadn’t woken when he’d caught you safely in his arms, but somehow, despite knowing he should quietly replace you on your bed and get out before you could wake up and freak out that a random mystically beautiful stranger was in your room, he found himself staying put where he’d landed with you on the floor, drinking in the sight of you up close like a man who’d been dying of thirst.

He wanted to slap himself when the next thing he knew he was stroking your cheek gently with the back of his fingers, feeling tears burn his eyes with how soft your skin was, practically glowing in the moonlight flowing around you through the window where he’d been stood. Despite still seeming mildly stressed, the minute you’d fallen into his hold and subconsciously curled yourself into his arms, the tangible panic that he’d felt rolling off of you before had melted away, almost like you’d known it was him, like you still felt comfortable in his embrace, like you could still remember the way he’d held you…the way he’d loved you.

‘Hobi…’

The sudden way you breathed his name has him freezing in his motions, for a moment thinking you’d woken up and being petrified in his confusion of what to do, but after another moment of silence, which is followed by you mumbling softly to yourself, he looks down at you to see that you were still asleep, realizing the panic from before had returned and once again becoming upset as he witnessed you becoming distressed once more.

‘Hobi, please…don’t-‘

He wanted to cry at how terrified you sounded, continuing to wonder just what had made you so upset in your dream and feeling his blood thunder in his ears as he tries to think of a way to soothe you without waking you up, growing more and more distressed himself, until he ends up curling around you and pressing the lightest kiss to your forehead as he whispers,

‘Its okay, Beautiful. I’ve got you…’

…And then he hears your heart begin to speed up in your chest, a gentle incline that continues to grow as the motion of your chest breathing is paused, and its at the moment that you release all the air from your lungs, that he realizes, this time…. you really had awoken.

‘Hobi?’

For a good few minutes both of you are too scared to break the moment, both thinking in your minds that you were caught in a dream, and both being unwilling to break it- although you both had different reasons for doing so.

Its only when he very slowly finds your eyes with his, and you see the swirling pools of white and brown as they mingle and stare back at you, that you truly acknowledge he was there, that everything you’d just dreamed, just remembered, had, in fact… been real.

‘Why?’

You don’t know why it’s the first word out of your mouth, you don’t even know why you’d spoken in the first place, but the longer you watch him, seeing the confusion develop on his face as his forehead begins to crease, the image beginning to swim in your eyes after the rollercoaster of emotions you’d just experienced, the more you think it was definitely the right question to ask.

‘You…uh…you looked like you were having a bad dream, and then you fell… out of bed so I caught you before you could hurt yourself-‘

‘Hobi…’ you breathe, cutting off his stuttering excuses, feeling your body warm in every place that he was touching you, and watching him closely as you try not to get taken away on the tide of emotions that were battering your insides as you realized he was there, he was holding you, his perfect angel’s face, with his neat, high cheekbones, and his warm chestnut hair, was staring down at you…

…it felt like returning from a long journey that you hadn’t even realized you were on.

‘Why did you do it?’ you whisper, your throat closing up against tears as you see yourself reach your hand up to cradle his cheek, your heart jumping in your chest when you feel his skin beneath your fingertips, and you see the exact moment he realises that you remembered too, his face changing from timid, slightly concerned and calculating, to simply pale and shocked.

‘You shouldn’t be able to remember.’ He whispers, his grip getting tighter on you as he pulls you up into sitting position, keeping his arms around you, like he was scared if he stopped touching you you’d forget who he was, staring at you wide eyed the whole time, and seeming to wait for a reply.

But you were too busy being lost in the memory of his last words as time seemed to slow around you and you recall the way he’d stopped you from dying; ‘but I don’t have to let you go like this…’.

‘I told you I wouldn’t forget you…not for anything…not ever.’ You whisper tearfully back, words contorted by emotion, and you see his gaze follow the tear down your cheek, his thumb instantly swiping under your eye as he swallows thickly, and after you’d watched each other for a solid minute, so consumed with trying to silently work out where the other was with the situation, eyes anxiously flickering between eyes, you end up quickly leaning toward him and desperately crashing your lips to his, not being able to bear not feeling him against you a minute longer.

He tasted just like home.

Clinging desperately to his shoulders and neck as your lips lock and mould against one another, your pants of pent up desperation crash against one another as he holds you ever closer against him, his fingers curling into your ribs without his knowing where he needed you so badly.

‘You shouldn’t remember…this shouldn’t be possible! …You’re in danger; Every second of me being here puts you in danger- he’s still going against my father; he killed his princess again, he almost killed the girl I chose too-…but it was my fault, I didn’t watch her, I didn’t look after her, I-I-….’

‘Hobi-‘

‘…I was too busy watching you.’

You knew you should have felt touched by his words, the warmth that radiated up your spine being testament enough to that fact, but you simply couldn’t stop being completely consumed by the sight of him before you, your head spinning from the true destiny that had just unravelled itself to you in your dream, and the reality that you’d opened your eyes to after experiencing narrowly escaping death for a second time.

‘I have to make you forget again.’

His whisper pulls you out of your thoughts with a startling forcefulness.

‘No. Hobi, don’t.’ you breathe, pulling on his neck to try to pull his mouth closer to your own, but you can feel the twitch of resistance he puts up right before he touches his mouth instinctually to yours, his lips ghostling lightly, as though he was already disappearing from before you.

‘I have to.’ He breathes, the words strained as they leave him, before he finally stops the kiss and manages to find your gaze with his, your foreheads touching only offering you the slightest bit of comfort as your grip on him tightens fearfully.

‘It’s the only way to keep you safe, Y/N. I-I reversed time so completely that not even Namjoon remembers what happened. Everything that happened, im the only one that knows, and that’s meant that I’ve managed to keep you safe. …that’s all I ever want, Beautiful…to keep you safe....; to make sure I never get to stop seeing you smile…’ He whispers raggedly, dragging in a rough breath as he leans back a little to look at you, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek as tears silently role down both of your cheeks, knowing that at any moment he might take the moment away from you and leave you with the darkness of your dreams once more.

‘At least tell me why you did it. …you could have turned me-‘ you go to argue, the idea turning your stomach despite your suggestion, but his sorrowful smile, is already answer enough to your stalling.

‘You said you never wanted that. Ever since the first time you told me that you’d rather die, I-… I never considered changing you after that -‘ he murmurs, continuing to stroke your cheek as tears dribble from his eyes and you cant help but shakily kiss them away once you’d asked your next question.

‘But-…What about your father’s plan?-‘

‘-The second I realized I loved you,…that you were the one… I abandoned the plan. The only thing I ever wanted from the moment you kissed me after learning what I was; after accepting what I am…was for you to be happy…for you to have everything you’ve ever wanted.’ He explains, pressing a meaningful kiss to your forehead as he continues to stroke his thumb across your cheek, remaining with you cradled in his arms, the obviousness of him not wanting to let you go being overwhelming and causing you to hug him tightly to you, burying your face in his shoulder.

‘I don’t want to forget again.’ You cry softly into his skin, pressing kiss after kiss against his throat in a childish attempt to convince him, being completely exhausted from the revelation of what had happened, but knowing you had no power against his abilities, even if you attempted to stop him. Its feeling his resolve weaken in the way he holds you tighter to him, his arms contracting around you until you could barely breathe as he too buries his face in your shoulder, that has you raising your hopes, thinking that he might not do it; that you might not have to lose him again, and the feeling has your heart beating desperately for him in your chest.

‘Beautiful-‘ he goes to calm you, obviously having felt the way your heartbeat had increased, but you’re quick to interrupt him before he could say anything more that would have you crippling in his hold.

‘I’ve just lived a whole week without you, a whole week of numbness that I didn’t understand, of dreams that terrified me, of questions spinning around my mind that I had no answers to…I cant-…Hobi, please…I can’t lose you again.’ You plead, trailing your lips to his jaw, his cheeks, covering every inch of his skin until his lips suddenly find yours, and his mouth is caressing yours so desperately that you can practically taste the goodbye on his tongue despite all of your efforts.

‘Letting you go was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do…

But…It’s the only way to keep you safe.’ He whispers against your lips, the two of you pitifully twisted together on the floor, and before you can object, or even lock your arms around him so that he couldn’t go anywhere, you look up to see his brilliant white gaze staring down at you once more…

The sun claws at your toes as you come to the next morning, the dried tear tracks on your cheeks making your face feel taught as you push yourself up from bed, sliding your legs off of the edge and bleerily opening your eyes to stare over at your window where it stood wide open waiting for you…

You remembered.

But how?

Your reaction is immediate; his last words to you run through your head as you run your hands over your body in every place he’d held you, your mind frantically replaying every action, every kiss and touch that you remembered from the night before as your heart crashes in your chest, the image of your Prince turning from blurry to clear as day as you cement the reality in your mind, before you’re jumping up from your bed and hurriedly changing out of your bed clothes and running into the front room of your family’s house.

‘Y/N! Where are you going?’ your father demands as you sprint past him, skidding to a stop as you see the way he was sat at the breakfast table as normal, catching sight of the newspaper he was reading from and continuing to run over every question in your mind to find the right one that you needed to leave your mouth as you stare at him.

‘What day is it?’ you ask breathlessly, wanting to check that you were right, that you really had remembered everything despite him turning back time to the morning before; Saturday.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Father, what-‘ you go to ask him again impatiently, before he answers you.

‘Its Sunday.’

The day of the Princes’ wedding.

Wait.

‘What-…what do you mean its Sunday?’ you ask, heartbeat faltering in your chest at the surprising bit of information, frowning in confusion at your father as you make your way over to him, turning your back on the door that you’d been about to run through and reaching out to snatch the paper from his hands.

‘What are you on about, Y/N? What do you think I mean? Yesterday was Saturday, and today is-‘

‘Sunday.’ You breathe, completely at a loss for words as you realize you were wrong.

…He didn’t do it.

After everything he’d said…everything that had happened…

…He’d let you remember.

‘But why?’ you say to yourself, frowning at the date printed on the newspaper in your hands as though you expected it to change with just a scowl from you, hearing your father ranting on about how strange you were being, but not paying him any attention before you drop the paper and turn to continue running out the door.

‘Y/N! Where are you going? …Y/N!!’

You ignore your father’s calls as your eyes dance frantically across the marketplace that opened up before you as you run down the street, seeing signs for the wedding celebrations being dotted around everywhere, the knowledge that you had only an hour to make it to him making you feel sick and causing you to sprint thoughtlessly toward one of the wagons that was just heading onto the road to the castle.

‘Please! Let me come with you!’ you beg the driver as you run up alongside him, your feet skidding and tripping on the cobbles, but you don’t let up as you grip onto the side of the wagon, staring determinedly at the driver, but the look on your face must have been enough to convince him as he simply nods his head in the direction of the cart, and slows slightly to allow you to jump on, before speeding up once more.

Your stomach rolls the whole ride as you chew anxiously on your nails, watching hedgerow after hedgerow pass by and praying desperately that the next thing you would see would be the stone walls that lined the road a few miles out before the entrance to the castle itself.

However, when they do eventually exchange places with the hedgerows, you only find yourself feeling sicker, the feeble plans you’d been making in your mind seeming pointless as they continue to crumble under scenarios of disaster after disaster that your mind conjures up.

If you were to go directly to the castle you’d get turned away.

And if you weren’t turned away and you came into contact with Taehyung or Namjoon, what were the bets that one of them would remember, or in Taehyung’s case….something worse could happen.

‘Stop!’ you shout suddenly, the thought of coming face to face with Taehyung once again causing your body to lock down, and in his surprise the driver pulls the horse to a halt, allowing you to jump off from the rickety wagon as he turns back to look at you with concern and mild annoyance.

But you pay him no mind as you walk over to the side of the road, your surroundings being so familiar, that you catch sight of the entrance to the forest only a few hundred meters away across the paddock behind the wall;

And that would take you to your meadow.

‘Crazy girl.’ You vaguely hear the driver mutter under his breath, before the sound of the wagon rolling over the stone road gets mixed in with the sound of your footfalls slapping over the ground after you’d climbed over the wall and begun to sprint through the field toward the forest, hoping against all hope Taehyung was somewhere safe and sound near the castle, and that you weren’t about to run straight towards him.

But at that point, you’d chance it…if it meant getting to see your Prince again.

The trees bow in around you as you hit the forest line, rejecting the flashbacks to that night that flicker through your mind with the familiar surroundings, the sound of twigs and leaves being crushed under your feet causing animals to scurry into hiding as you manifest a path through the shrubbery, keeping your eyes locked ahead of you as you find yourself once again willing the sight of the clearing to appear before you.

It seems to approach much slower than when you were running for your life that night, the adrenaline that had been running through you clearly causing the journey to seem quicker then than now, although the second you see the patch of light that fell on the line of hedges that mimicked the end of the castle grounds, you’re almost sure there was some kind of deity looking down at you.

However, the second you stumble into the clearing before the hedge your feet pull you to a stop, your lungs burning having no place in your mind as you stare at the hidden secret that had been the central enigma of your love for Hoseok, the niggling thought that you still might be too late causing you to shake your head to dislodge the thought from your mind as you will yourself to push through the boundary.

‘Please…please tell me im not too late.’ You whisper to yourself, before drawing in a deep breath and reaching forward to part the leaves and step through…

He wasn’t there.

The sick feeling riots through your body and tempts its way into your throat as you step through the hedge properly, staring around at the flowers and plants dumbfoundedly, before fooling yourself into thinking he might simply be hiding, and beginning to scurry around the meadow in search of him, despite knowing the minute you entered the space that was no more than 20 square foot, that you should have listened to the feeling in your chest… that you should have known you weren’t that lucky…

You were too late.

It couldn’t end like this.

It couldn’t just end like some kind of bad film, where it was all a dream.

You needed him. As surely as you needed to breathe the air around you, you needed him, and you couldn’t simply leave him to marry some other girl who would never hold the same amount of love for him as you did.

It couldn’t end like this. He was your soulmate. He was the love of your life. He was everything you needed to live.

‘I need you. This-I love you, Hobi, I need you, I-‘

‘Y/N?’

HOSEOK

He’d had an uneasy feeling ever since he’d left her the night before.

Even as he’d slipped her back into her bed, and kissed her forehead as she lay sleeping peacefully after falling asleep in his arms, he’d known he should have done it, to protect her; to save her from hurting…he should have used his powers again.

… but he just couldn’t find it in himself to do it.

And as he’d stood watching her sleep, his eyes grazing around her room and catching the photograph of her stood with her parents on her bedside table, despite being clad in farming clothes their faces appearing all too familiar too him, the mystery of Y/N and what she did to him; how she affected him so completely, how she often was able to disregard the Princes’ powers, …it had all become too clear.

He’d wanted to hit himself as he’d walked away from her house, seeing the beginnings of the morning creeping over the horizon signalling the final day of the Princes’ courtship with their princesses; the wedding day.

But despite all of the panic, and confusion, and regret he’d spent the entirety of that morning feeling, almost being drowned in his sadness at what he’d left unsaid and undone, the minute he’d overheard the story the delivery man had been conveying to one of the servants, about a crazy girl that had jumped on his wagon, desperate to get to the castle, and then jumped off again in the middle of the road to run into the forest…his heart had begun to beat erratically in his chest, and he’d taken off without a thought, leaving the girl he’d chosen to be his Princess watching after him in confusion.

He’d moved as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring both Namjoon and Jimin as he’d sprinted past them out of the castle, having the momentary thought enter his mind that Taehyung might get to her first, and sprinting faster over the fields and into the forest, picking up on the distant muttering of her voice.

‘Please…please tell me im not too late…’

‘No, Beautiful girl. You’re not too late…You’re not-.’ He murmurs to himself as he wills his legs to go faster, stripping his jacket off where it was preventing him from moving as fast as possible, and leaving it strewn in some shrubbery in the forest, not paying it any mind as he catches sight of the patch of light that signalled the hidden entrance to the meadow where he knew she’d have ran to, and smiling to himself as he blinks back tears of thankfulness that had been brought on by the wind that had battered his face as he’d ran.

The breath catches in his throat as he stops before the hedge, his heart thundering at the speed of light beneath his ribcage, and his hands sweat in suspense as he realizes that she was really there, that he could hear her heart beating harshly in sadness where she thought he wasn’t there; where she thought she was too late.

And that sound was enough to force Hoseok through the hedge into the meadow with her.

‘Y/N?’

He was there.

He was really there.

‘Hobi?’

The second his name croaks from your throat he’s darting over to you, his long, warm arms crushing you against his chest as he burries his face in your neck, breathing heavily where he must have ran to the meadow but appearing to try to drown in you entirely as he smothers his mouth and nose in your skin.

‘I thought I was too late.’ You whisper raggedly, binding your arms around his middle, and reciprocating his gestures desperately, praying that you never had to let go, his scent and presence surrounding you being so overwhelming that you cant help but allow the tears to begin to fall.

‘I’m here, Beautiful…I’m so sorry….I thought I could do it, but I just couldn’t- I cant-‘ he whispers brokenly, beginning to press kisses all over your shoulder and neck till they reach your mouth, at which point his lips coerce yours into becoming one, the feeling of them harsh and needy against your own telling you that his words were true, that after the past week of being without you, he couldn’t let you go.

‘But I don’t understand,’ you murmur raggedly against his mouth, not even being able to smile with your euphoria where you were so numb with happiness.

‘You said you were going to make me forget- you said-‘

‘I couldn’t. Y/N…I couldn’t. I’ve already had to go through losing you once, and that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do…it almost killed me- I-…I couldn’t do that again. Its selfish, but-‘

You cut him off by crushing your mouth to his once again, swallowing his apologies and replacing them with all the silent words you couldn’t say, all the promises and love that you could pour into him with your lips moulding and coercing his own, fighting happily against one another as you desperately try to prove who missed who more.

‘But I still- I don’t-…You’re meant to be getting married today.’ You whisper as your breath crashes noisily against his when you pull away slightly to let the words leave you, the way you’d come to be sat on his lap allowing you to lean your head against his, and you close your eyes as you remind him of what day it is, hating the fact that it was the first concern to escape you, but knowing you wouldn’t be able to truly believe what was happening was real until he’d confirmed with you-

‘I am…I am meant to be getting married.’ He murmurs, a twitch of a smile appearing at the edges of his mouth, and despite the thought briefly fleeting through your mind, you didn’t believe your own thoughts until they’re being replicated from his lips seconds later, causing your breath to catch in your throat as you look up into his eyes and see the way they sparkle a brilliant white back at you…welcoming you home.

‘Will you marry me…Y/N?’

‘Beautiful?...What are you doing?’

His voice murmuring roughly from behind you has your mind sprinting back to the present, the silk sheets once again running under your fingertips as you turn to look at him laid in the bed, his eyes just about open and watching you warmly as he leans on his hand, obviously having been watching you sleep before hand as he smirks at you locking eyes with him, before reaching over and patting the bed beside him to gesture for you to get back in.

‘Shouldn’t we go and join the others at breakfast? I barely got to see them yesterday after…everything happened…I think it would be courteous.’ You murmur, trying to stifle a smirk at him as you find yourself crawling onto the bed despite what you were saying, coming to kneel in front of him and basking in the feel of his hand reaching out to smooth up your bare thigh, continuing to trail all the way up your body till he was cradling your jaw, guiding your face down to his so that he could greet you with a morning kiss.

The day had been a whirlwind after Hoseok had reintroduced you to the family. It was surprising to you the way that it had only been Namjoon and the King and Queen who ended up getting their memories back, the shock of what Hoseok had done causing her highness to almost faint, and for a moment you were sure you were about to get beheaded for causing such a ruckus to the ceremony and its proceedings. However, after a very tense conversation with his father, during which you had to hold tightly to Hoseok’s hand to keep your knees from buckling beneath you, the wedding went ahead as planned, the discarding of Hoseok’s original princess worrying you significantly with its swiftness, although Hoseok was quick to assure you that his mother had simply wiped her brain and fabricated some story of her running away to be used as gossip in the village to spare the queen from using her powers too extensively, the rumour, you knew, probably having been known to every citizen the minute it was spoken.

However, despite that being a big concern with you, it wasn’t until you’d been decked out in an ‘emergency dress’ session, and had been taken to the ceremony by Hoseok in an ornate, utterly stunning white dress, that your true worry had surfaced in your mind; Taehyung.

But even then…it had seemed to be in vain.

Because, despite every prince being informed of the switch in Princesses, and your name being spoken on multiple occasions, with the exception of Namjoon, none of the other Princes seemed to remember you.

Although, after everything that had happened, you knew better than to simply trust their obliviousness...

‘I think…they can wait.’ He whispers against your mouth, causing you to suddenly forget your worries and bring you back to the present to find him grinning cheekily back at you, before causing you to squeal and giggle as he suddenly lunges at you, one moment being laid before you, and the next having rolled across the bed to end with you trapped deliriously happy beneath him, caged in by his arms as they rested either side of you, and the sight of his brilliant white eyes blazing down lustfully at you has you biting your lip wantonly.

‘Will you explain to me again why I affect you so badly?’ you ask him on a whisper, smiling knowingly up at him, and watching him hang his head with a quiet chuckle, before he peers up at you seductively, blowing his fringe out of his eyes and catching sight of the way your eyes twinkle at him pleadingly.

‘You mean, ‘will you explain to me why you think im special and full of magical powers again so that I can brag about being some kind of siren once more, even though I don’t believe you, please Hoseok’?’ he quips, his nose rubbing against yours as your laughs mingle quietly in the breath of space between you both, before he sighs against your lips once more, after you’d quickly snatched a kiss from him as a silent ‘please’.

It had been whilst the two of you were laid in the meadow the day before that Hoseok had first explained his theory about your ‘true’ identity, spouting some bizarre story about how he’d seen a picture on your bedside table of your parents and he’d recognized them as a few members of fae that used to serve the castle, the realization making him think that your inability to be regularly subdued to the princes’ powers, had been because of some kind of magical blood running through your veins.

You’d thought it was completely unbelievable the first time he’d told you, and the second…and the third, and you still refused to believe him even after he’d spoken about it with Namjoon the evening before, and the older brother- after going through the process of remembering who you were once Hoseok had introduced you again- had instantly jumped onto the magical being band wagon, the reaction mildly frustrating you slightly since you steadfastly refused to believe the ridiculous story.

However, something about the way Hoseok looked at you now, knowing he thought of you as some kind of magical, enchanted thing, had you swooning over the fairy tale, and so despite your skepticism, and after promising Hoseok you’d return to your family home to ask your parents about it to settle the argument once and for all (Since you knew you’d win), you enjoyed continually reminding him about it just to see the way his eyes sparkled as he watched you.

‘You know it makes no difference to me…right? You know I’ve always loved you even despite knowing this now?’ he murmurs then, once again bringing you out of your thoughts of magical wings that could help you to fly, and causing you to smile softly at him as you look timidly up at him, the moment seeming warm, and wonderfully cosy with just the two of you.

‘Of course.’ You whisper, fingers tapping at his lips where your hand had come up to explore him again, a habit that had become apparent since you’d gotten him back, and one that you could tell Hoseok enjoyed going by the way his eyes would flicker with white every time your fingers made contact with his skin.

‘...I just enjoy thinking that I might be special.’ You explain quietly, smirking cheekily up at him, but getting the expression stolen from you as his lips crash against your own, fingers sinking into your hair for a moment, before his breath is washing against your lips again and he’s staring at you intensely, imprinting that familiar gaze on you that you never wanted to escape from.

‘You are special. …and you’re mine.’ He murmurs, appearing completely serious for a moment to let his words sink in, before a smile pulls at the edges of his lips, and he’s once again pressing his lips to yours as he pulls the covers back over you both, forgetting about Breakfast completely…

Although, once you plead with him nicely afterwards…you still end up making it on time.

THE END

JUNGKOOK

‘Kookie? Will you come and dance with me?’

Jungkook looks over his shoulder to see his Princess walking over to him, looking just as beautiful as she had at the Princes’ wedding that afternoon, the moment she touches his arm causing his blood to streak faster through his veins and his body to tingle, and he smiles at her easily in response as she sits her chin cutely on his shoulder, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

‘Of course, baby. Give me a minute and I’ll be right in.’ he responds, voice light and carefree as he smirks at her, accepting the kiss she gifts him with, before watching her peer over the gardens below where he was stood on the balcony outside of the ballroom.

‘What are you looking at?’ she asks inquisitively, mouth forming into a small pout in her curiosity, and the tendrils of irritation that he’d come to feel towards other people recently licked at his spine as he drew in a deep breath to maintain his patient façade.

‘Nothing. I was just getting some air.’ He states with a blasé tone, smiling at her and kissing her quickly to distract her from the faint noises he could hear coming from the forest line, smiling warmly at her once again, before she quietly states ‘oh, okay, well hurry up,’ and turns to head back into the ballroom.

He watches her until she’d disappeared into the mass of bodies that had gathered to celebrate the Princes’ marriages, before turning back to focus back on what he’d been watching, feeling the flickerings of green emerge in his irises that he’d observed in the mirror the night before, as his frustration at his brother claws at his skin.

He’d watched Hoseok leave the castle every day for the past week, the subtle, secretive way he’d disappear down the road that lead up to the castle having caught Jungkook’s attention by chance the first time, after he’d gone looking for Hoseok and had been about to approach him when he’d seen him slip into the servants quarters and out of their entrance to the castle. After he’d followed him the second time and realized he’d gone to meet a girl, or rather to watch over a girl that wasn’t his princess, Jungkook had become confused, utterly bewildered by the fact that his brother seemed to be so taken by this random stranger.

And then the visions had started.

The first time one had taken over him, he’d shot awake in his bed, breathing frantically as he’d grasped at straws to get his bearings, hands twisting the bedsheets till they tore. The ferocity of his actions had woken his princess and caused her to panic at his apparently animalistic appearance, until she’d had the intuition to pull him against her, hugging him tight until he was able to breathe properly again and he could see the room in front of him once more, before making him drink from her where he appeared so shaken and she had deduced that would be the only way to calm him.

…he hadn’t told anyone at first, thinking that what he’d seen had just been a dream, and so he’d carried on about his day, slightly shaken, but more or less the same.

However, it was after following Hoseok all the way to the small village and seeing him watch the girl from afar, that Jungkook had realized he’d grown suspicious and frustrated with his brother…

That night the visions had really begun.

He hadn’t told anyone about them, too scared to be teased by his hyungs for discovering his power, but even more scared to tell them what he saw…

Because even after the first vision had revealed a week of his life he couldn’t remember living…the vision that had followed, had terrified him to the core…especially when he’d watched it come true at the wedding that day.

And that was the very reason he had continued to watch Hoseok so closely since then…or more specifically…

…Y/N.

Its as he observes the two of you walking across the garden to the private entrance to the Prince’s rooms, watching the way you smiled at one another as if there was no one else in the world, Hoseok holding you so close you might as well be sewn together, that Jungkook feels the beginnings of another vision clawing at the backs of his eyes, swarming in his mind and stealing his breath from him as it does so.

Before he knew it, the world was turning to black, and with no-one watching him, Jungkook fell harshly to the cold stone floor.

SEQUEL: ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ - Coming Soon

153 notes · View notes