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vminhoes · 1 year ago

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My taegi fics:

And they were roommates!

Yoongi is a tired businessman stressing over his subordinates and Taehyung is a tired college student stressing over Yoongi’s ass. Specifically, how bad he wants it.

(Explicit ✧ roommates au ✧ student taehyung, businessman yoongi ✧ roommates with benefits ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Spoils of War

After the Kim pack nearly wipes out the human kingdom, Prince Yoongi is captured and brought back to Prince Taehyung as a gift.

Taehyung just wants to be left alone, and Yoongi just wants to go home. Of course they hate each other, but Taehyung will not hesitate rip anyone who touches Yoongi to shreds

(Explicit ✧ royal/hybrid au ✧ human yoongi ✧ hybrid/alpha taehyung ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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You scratch my back, I'll blow out yours

Yoongi is the newest up and coming musician hot on the scene. At just 23, he’s an ingenious producer, phenomenal rapper, captivating performer, and overall he’s one badass motherfucker who doesn’t take shit from anyone.

That being said, he may or may not need to sleep with his record label’s son Taehyung, who’s been pining after Yoongi for months, if he wants a chance at making it big.

(Explicit ✧ coffee shop au ✧ frat boy/barista taehyung, rapper yoongi ✧ blackmail ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Flower boy

Yoongi had seen far too much and done even worse to be affected by anything else life had to offer. That is, until the handsome owner of the flower shop down the street gives him a few daisies and a new outlook on life.

(Explicit ✧ mafia au ✧ drug lord yoongi, florist taehyung ✧ mutual pining ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Why don't you say "I love you" back?

A little drabble based off of Yoongi’s vlive where Taehyung says “I love you” and refuses to leave until Yoongi says it back

(rated: G ✧ canon compliant ✧ yoongi's vlive - "i won't leave until you say that word" ✧ fluff

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So cute

Yoongi just wants to bang but Taehyung can’t be serious for two fucking minutes

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ boyfriends!taegi ✧ smut, fluff)

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There was only one bed

In an act of pure desperation, Yoongi grabs the nearest stranger and proclaims him to be his new boyfriend in an effort to prove his ex that he’s moved on. He realizes too late that said stranger turns out to be an ingenious marine biology major who surfs and looks to be sculpted by the gods.

Luckily for Yoongi, said stranger also happens to love romance novels, and his favorite tropes include “fake dating” and “there was only one bed.”

(Explicit ✧ college au ✧ fake dating ✧ only one bed trop ✧ smut, fluff, pinch of angst)

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The best part of me was always you

Yoongi was thriving. He’d moved across the world, gotten his degree, his dream job, and a fantastic boyfriend. Visiting home was going to be a piece of cake now that he had so much to show for.

That is, until he unexpectedly sees Taehyung for the first time in years at an engagement party.

(Explicit ✧ modern setting au ✧ exes taegi ✧ exes to lovers ✧ hurt/comfort ✧ smut, heavy angst, fluff)

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I'll be gentle

Yoongi says that the only thing more shameful than being a virgin at 25 would be to let his best friend's obnoxious little brother be his first time, so Taehyung thinks of a solution to ease his childhood crush of that insecurity.

(Explicit ✧ college/university au ✧ unrequited crush ✧ loss of virginity ✧ smut and fluff)

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Broken Hearts Club

What happens when piano teacher Yoongi and race car driver Taehyung are both hot, heartbroken, and desperate for a distraction?

That's a genuine question, because it doesn't seem like anyone knows including them, but here goes nothing.

(Explicit ✧ taegi au ✧ heartbroken taegi ✧ friends with benefits ✧ strangers to lovers ✧ smut and fluff)

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Hold me close, I'll keep you warm

Trapped in an old shack with a blizzard storming outside, it looks like the only thing left for Yoongi and Taehyung to do is hold each other to stay warm—no matter how badly they hate each other.

...Unless?

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse au ✧ cat hybrid yoongi, wolf hybrid taehyung ✧ alpha taehyung, omega yoongi ✧ enemies to lovers ✧ smut and fluff)

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Stop copying me!

After getting off on the wrong foot at Coachella, beloved influencers Yoongi and Taehyung declare an immediate rivalry, and each devise their own plan to enact revenge on the other.

The only problem is that they create the same plan, and it inadvertently results in everyone assuming they’re dating.

(Explicit ✧ taegi au ✧ gamer/streamer yoongi, model taehyung ✧ stubborn/petty taegi ✧ enemies to friends with benefits to lovers ✧ crack, smut, fluff)

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Dinner and a show

Yoongi doesn't expect the hot guy he's been crushing on to be the who he's delivering food to, and Taehyung doesn't expect the pretty omega who doesn't know his name to come to his door in heat

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse au ✧ omega yoongi, alpha taehyung ✧ college students taegi ✧ heat sex ✧ smut, fluff)

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Barbie Dreams

Young, gorgeous, and filthy rich tycoon Kim Taehyung is tired of the models and celebrities around him at his disposal, and seeks out something new to satiate his desires.

Enter Min Yoongi: the highest paid prostitute at the Dreamhouse—an entirely pink, Barbie themed brothel.

(Explicit ✧ taegi sugar daddy au ✧ sugar baby yoongi, sugar daddy taehyung ✧ slow-ish burn ✧ acceptance of feelings ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Printer jam

Someone in the office has been clogging the communal printer with useless documents, and Yoongi fully intends to find and confront the mystery printer fiend for his crimes of killing so many trees.

Things don’t exactly go according to plan when Yoongi ends up bent over his desk by said mystery printer fiend instead.

(Explicit ✧ taegi office au ✧ accountant yoongi, intern taehyung ✧ office crush ✧ pining ✧ desk sex ✧ smut, fluff)

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Why don't you love me?

Taehyung is an unconventional alpha who defies all societal norms and rejects the idea of outdated, traditional alpha/omega relationships.

To maintain their friendship, Yoongi tells Teahyung that he feels the same. Only, he's an omega, and he's been in love with Taehyung since the they first met

(Explicit ✧ taegi omegaverse ✧ university au ✧ unrequited love ✧ alpha taehyung, omega yoongi ✧ mating bites ✧ love confessions ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Fly me to the moon

At the end of their last vacation before going long distance, Yoongi allows Taehyung to vlog their final night together.

And Taehyung plans to vlog every part of the night

(Explicit ✧ established relationship ✧ long distance boyfriends ✧ hotel sex ✧ sex tapes ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Beautiful nightmare

Yoongi gets caught in a blizzard, and a big, ferocious creature saves him from death's hands.

Never in his wildest dreams would Yoongi have expected the creature to be a werewolf named Taehyung, nor would he have imagined the werewolf to be so determined to be stay by his side...and that his human form would be so handsome.

(Explicit ✧ fantasy au ✧ werewolf Taehyung, human Yoongi ✧ slow burn ✧ love confessions ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Here comes Santa Claus

When Yoongi comes home from a holiday party, the last thing he expects is to find his husband in their living room wearing a Santa Claus costume.

“Come on Yoongi, play with me.” Taehyung pouted, finally breaking character. “I got the costume and everything.”

“How on earth am I supposed to take you seriously like this?” Yoongi inquired. “What are we even roleplaying as? Santa Claus coming down a grown man’s chimney and asking me to sit on his lap and tell him what I want for Christmas?”

“Precisely!” Taehyung smiled up in excitement. “It’s innovative, right?”

(Explicit ✧ married taegi ✧ Christmas au ✧ Santa Claus roleplay ✧ dom/sub undertones ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Shameless

At 31, Yoongi's life consists of 3 things: a job he hates, little sleep, and lame sex from a boring fuck buddy. He figures that's all he'll ever have, until a new supervisor named Taehyung gets hired onto his team, with a mysterious side job and an immediate interest in Yoongi.

“Get on your knees, since apparently it’s a position you’re familiar with.” The sinister smirk curving at his lips caused Yoongi to gulp nervously as Taehyung’s silky voice dropped an octave lower. “And if you’re not yet, you'll get used to it."

(Explicit ✧ office au ✧ bdsm ✧ professional dom Taehyung ✧ submissive Yoongi ✧ coworkers to lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Driving me wild

Yoongi, a wealthy omega from a powerful family, never thought highly of hybrids—especially not the ones living on the impoverished outskirts of his city. That is, until he meets a handsome carpenter named Taehyung, who happens to be a wolf hybrid.

Yoongi still doesn't care for hybrids, and it's just a coincidence that suddenly every wooden possession of his starts to break, leaving him with no choice but to find Taehyung to fix them daily.

(Explicit ✧ historical au ✧ omegaverse ✧ alpha hybrid Taehyung ✧ rich omega Yoongi ✧ star-crossed lovers ✧ smut, fluff, angst)

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Lay you out, knot you up

With his suppressants getting recalled, Yoongi has no choice but to find an alpha to help him through his heat.

Hoseok suggests that he ask Taehyung—the alpha who accidentally got Yoongi pregnant after a one night stand, and now shares custody of their daughter

“I really can’t tell if you’re joking or not. Why the hell would I go to him about this?”

“I mean, why not?” Hoseok shrugged. “He is the father of your child."

“Exactly." Yoongi said. "He already knocked me up once, why the hell would I go to him and have it happen again?”

(Explicit ✧ omegaverse ✧ dilf Taehyung, dilf Yoongi ✧ alpha Taehyung, omega Yoongi ✧ Yoongi in heat ✧ mpreg ✧ smut, fluff)

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mlkydrms · 3 months ago

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Lives Under The Moon

🌙 BTS OT7 (Half-elf Druid Namjoon, Changeling Bard Seokjin, Tiefling Bard/Wizard Yoongi, Water Genasi Ranger Hoseok, Aasimar Paladin Jimin, Tiefling Sorcerer Taehyung, Human Fighter Jungkook) 🌙 Chrysalis Moon (level 7), D&D AU (Homebrew Setting) 🌙 9852 words 🌙 Genre: ?, Slice-of-lIfe Fantasy I guess 🌙 Notes: Jimin and Seokjin are non-binary and I use they/them pronouns for them in this fic, A focus into party dynamics [Taegi(seok), Jikook, Namjin mainly], POV shifts [entire work is in 3rd person, don't worry]. Unnamed cameo by the TXT boys. Also, this work is of fictitious nature and characters act within their own directions and values. They do not mean to be real views of the people they have been inspired and named by. 🌙 Warnings: Hobi is injured but we don't focus on that too much, Hatred of Self, Insecurities, Yoongi started as neutral evil pre-canon, Recounting of an old story (Inclusion of Magical Mental Manipulation, Background character death, Guilt of Murder), Some God talk, pretty much infodumps. Very Dialogue heavy so if that is not your cup of tea please move on. 🌙 a/n: Reposted from the previous blog and AO3

Summary:

The party of Chrysalis Moon set up camp off the road after a tiring encounter, the city still a day's travel away. They take shifts for the night watch in pairs. In the light of a campfire and under the eye of the waning crescent moon, the members find themselves pouring part of their souls out to each other in the hours of night.

[ Past | Master | Future ]

[Read in the Garden?]

"Is this a good spot?" Hoseok casually mentions.

The rest of the party stop their horses. The cart squeaks to a halt. The group looks around. It is just a grassland with a lone tree by the side of the dirt path. Far into the distance they can see the edge of the forest line. It looks as good a place as any on an open road.

"Sure. It's going to take another day to get to the city. And we need the rest. We'll take the night." Namjoon walks his horse off the road.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook guide the cart out to a cleared out area near the big tree. It seems that other travelers that took this road had the same idea before them. Hoseok stays in the cart as the three try to guide the cart horse in the right direction. He holds his left arm close to his body. Namjoon and Seokjin find themselves tying up their horses around the tree.

Yoongi hops the cart and walks away to a space a few meters from the lone tree. He settles down on the grass and pulls out a clear crystal bead from his component pouch. Under his breath, he begins his ritual.

Hoseok walks away from the party and does a once around to check the perimeter. Jimin follows him from close behind. They worry for the still injured ranger. The burns of his left arm are still fresh. None of them have any spare healing spells left for the day and all of their healing potions have been used days ago.

A wide black dome appears around Yoongi. The dark black slowly changes to a dark green to match the grass of the open field. Jungkook enters the dome easily with a bunch of dry wood and sticks to make a campfire with. They don't need the heat with the dome up but it was more for atmosphere and light.

The camp is made quickly with all of them doing their own part. The night falls on them quicker than they expected. The darkness fills the sky as they doff their armours onto the cart before entering the dome.

Seokjin helps Yoongi with taking his leather armour to the cart. They try to enter the dome again but they get shut out. They smack the dome with a closed fist.

"Yah! Yoongi, let me in."

There is laughter that comes out from the dome. With how much time they have spent together, they recognise it as the owner of the dome. Seokjin curses Yoongi out. They try to smack the dome again but this time their fist goes through without a problem. Seokjin falls through with the momentum.

"Ugh, I hate you."

"I just needed a good laugh." There is a toothy grin splayed across the Tiefling's face.

Seokjin picks themself off the ground and dusts the dirt off his clothes. "Yeah and I get to be the butt end."

Yoongi apologizes. They sit around the fire with tired smiles. There is a hanging tension around them but no one speaks up. They just chew on their respective rations.

Seokjin turns in first, choosing a space close to the edge of the hut. They pull up the hood of their cloak and lies down facing away from the rest of the party. They go to sleep with the rest of their cloak covering over their body like a blanket.

Namjoon scoots over somewhere closer to the older. He looks over the rest of his members. All of them are looking at their own thing, not wanting to make eye contact after their earlier battle. They should talk about it but no one is ready for the discussion. Namjoon wonders if they even would.

"Evening shifts?" He brings up a different topic.

Yoongi pulls out a book and opens it up. He places it in front of him and unties his component pouch from his belt. "I'll take the first watch. I have spells to work out."

"Would you like me to join you?" Hoseok offers.

Yoongi shakes his head. "If anything, you need all the rest you can get, Seok-ah. I'll take the shift alone."

The rest of the boys nod. Jungkook and Jimin lie down where they are. They say their good nights before drifting off to much needed rest. Hoseok hesitates to rest even when Yoongi tells him he should.

"Hoseok, just rest. You need it. You can take a watch the next time we are on the road." Namjoon says.

"Oh, okay."

Jimin suddenly sits up and raises their hand. They stutter momentarily, trying to connect thoughts that have already begun to drift off to slumber. They have been quite tired since the fight.

"Ah, ah—I'll take the next shift."

Yoongi nods and flips through the pages of a spell book. Jimin goes back to lying down on their back and falling straight to sleep. Hoseok laughs at that before turning to sleep on his side.

"Then, I'll take the last as usual." Namjoon says.

He places his druid focus in front of him like a line separating the rest of the party from him and Seokjin. He lays back. He counts the stars in the sky as he falls asleep.

In the quiet of sleeping bodies, Yoongi reads the spells written on the well made pages of the spell book. The writing is clean and neat. The words are rigid and conformed unlike the curvatures of the actual spells that are alongside them. He follows every line and tries to understand how the spell works. His fingers follow the arcane symbols along the page. It is not hard for him to connect the aspects of the spells. He stops.

Yoongi watches the scenery of the dark sky change as clouds pass by. The grey tone on their underbellies contrasts with the silver peeking from above them, reflecting the light of the shining waning moon. He spots the little twinkling stars on the big canvas of dark navy. He spends a few minutes trying to connect some of the constellations in his mind. It is like connecting patterns of arcane sigils.

He looks down at his book. A book. It is not his.

There is a quiet shift from over the campfire. Yoongi looks over. Taehyung is curled up. Yoongi squints.

"You're still awake." Yoongi closes the book on his lap.

Taehyung rolls over onto his back. He does not try to hide it. His eyes turn to look at Yoongi through the fire.

"I couldn't sleep. Mind if I watched with you?"

Yoongi shakes his head. He watches Taehyung sit up from where he was lying down right across from him. He stares right at the sorcerer who watches the flames of the campfire. He is curled up with his legs tucked against his chest and arms circled around them.

Yoongi focuses on the features of the younger Tiefling. The light and shadow cast by the fire shifts on his skin. He can see the reflecting outlines of brass scales lining his cheeks. They are much more noticeable in this light. He looks up to Taehyung's head. The dark brown horns that protrude from the front of his head curl along the skull to the back before the sharp tips point upward. They are very different from Yoongi's own ram-like ones.

He looks at the accessories that hang on them. Small gold chains dangle from the root of the horn to the tip, lined with little emeralds and amethysts hanging off from it. Thick brass bands on his left horn glints in the shifting light of the fire. Yoongi feels jealous of how unabashed Taehyung is about his ancestry, both of draconic bloodline and fiendish nature.

The fire suddenly turns from its bright red to a sickening green. Taehyung's slitted eyes are glowing. His fingers are twitching against his tan skin in a pattern. The fire dims in light but the shape does not change.

"Taehyung."

The younger snaps his attention to Yoongi. The fire grows.

"Taehyung, snap out of it!" He hisses loud enough to make Taehyung cut it out but not quite to wake everyone else.

"What?" He blinks. The magic fizzles out and the campfire returns to its original form. "Oh... I'm sorry."

Yoongi looks out of the dome. He does not want to see the guilty look on Taehyung's face.

"I'm sorry about earlier as well."

"It's ok. You are still getting used to the extra power. It was not your fault. Getting stronger can be quite a feat."

Taehyung laughs quietly. He tightens his hold around his legs. He is starting to think again.

Yoongi looks up at the moon. There is still quite a while till the next night shift. He can't just fake wanting to go to sleep. He closes his eyes for just a second before focusing again on Taehyung. The afternoon's events were not his fault.

"There is always a lot going on in the middle of a fight. You didn't know that he was there. He was in your blind spot. The trees were heavily clustered. He didn't know you were going to do that."

"But I still hurt him. I should have paid more attention. I have to pay more attention. They always told me I lacked focus."

Yoongi sees how Taehyung is looking at the sleeping figure of the ranger. Hoseok is completely asleep without a care of his surroundings. Yoongi looks at him as well. The little Fae fish are just swimming slowly along the length of his body. Their translucent being reflecting part of the fire making them glitter like the goldfish they are meant to represent. Two of them hover over the wound. The fabric of his sleeve is burned off and so is the side of his cloak. Yoongi notes that he will have to buy the Genasi a new shirt and cloak when they get into town in the next few days.

"He will recover, Tae. I'm sure he does not hate you for it."

As if those are the keywords that activate the sorcerer, Taehyung looks away from Hoseok. His body turns to face the rest of his members sleeping in the hut. He turns his face away from Yoongi as well. A jewelled accessory falls against his shoulder as his head tilts.

"How would you know?" Taehyung whispers.

"Because I've hurt him, intentionally. He's still here around me."

Taehyung does not shift. Yoongi's hand reaches down to his component pouch. The snake tongue that is inside has not been touched for a long time. Yoongi debates if he would ever use it again. The wood crackles in the fire. Yoongi throws another piece of wood in to feed it.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't hurt him physically." He scoffs. "He would have knocked me unconscious faster than I could pull something from up my sleeves. I used Suggestion."

Taehyung slowly turns his head to look at Yoongi as he tells his story. Yoongi has a forlorn smile.

"He trusted me too much back then and I used it to get what I wanted. No regards to him, to his feelings."

Yoongi reaches out, and tugs and pulls the air. He uses the same spell Taehyung had mindlessly used earlier to make images in the campfire. A small vague figure of a ranger appears, shooting their bow made of flame. Another figure, a dull man with what looks like a flute prances around behind them. Yoongi crosses his hands and the figures come closer to one another. Taehyung's attention is fully given.

"I was never a good person to begin with. He knew that and still he trusted me. I couldn't understand how he could put so much faith into someone he barely knew."

Suddenly, the figures disperse into a vague representation of a forest. "We were wandering in the wilds. It was somewhere I had been. I knew of its secrets with the tales that float through my circles. Spoken words of treasures and power hidden away. The maps were in my hands. So the stories were mine to weave."

Yoongi continues the movements of his hand. Taehyung is impressed with the way the older Tiefling does it even though Yoongi learned the spell far later than he had. Every finger moves gracefully and the flames move along like puppets on a string. He wonders if the elegance is the product of Yoongi's expertise with musical instruments.

"I took him far into the wilds where a group of people lived peacefully. They were crafters. Enchanters that made weapons for travellers that knew of their work. Good people that worked for trade. I told him they were bandits."

The image of the flames swirls. Yoongi stops. The book on his lap is now heavy as he recalls the story. It is not his book. It is a book he picked up from a body that could not fight back any longer.

"In the shadows, I watched and planned. I prepared every string, tuned every note. I made sure that I had the upper hand and controlled the beat and tempo. I was the grand conductor."

Yoongi gives up on illustrating the story. This was not some tale he could just spurt out like entertainment. This was his guilt that he still holds on to. So, without the use of the campfire, he tells the actual story.

"We found it. Hoseok found it. As I had thought, having a ranger beside me made it a much quicker search. Hoseok was cautious. He believed the lies I fed him but the fantasy was easy to break. We took a day to stake out the small area."

Yoongi remembers it as clear as day. Elves and Gnomes puttering about the small place. The happy chatters that float through the air as he and Hoseok stalked the place. He remembers the way Hoseok was slowly falling out of the threaded tale Yoongi had told him.

He tells Taehyung about the doubt Hoseok slowly filled with. The unsettled guilt stirs in his stomach once again. A sickness that Yoongi doubts he will ever run away from.

"I saw it in him. The resistance was already growing. I was stubborn. I was going to get what I wanted that day. I tightened my hold on my snake's tongue. I told him—Suggested that we take them out. I suggested it was for the best because they were bad people before he could doubt me even more. Said that they hurt a lot of people. Lied they hurt me before. I was the evil one."

"You're not evil."

"Even as I tell you this story, you believe that?"

"Yes. Evil people do not feel remorse for the things they did. They keep doing it. They don't care about the people around them. You care."

Yoongi smiles. "If I was a good person, do you think I would be here telling you this story? Telling you that I made a good man kill innocents just because I wanted something that I knew I could never have? Smiling as I do so."

Taehyung straightens his back and crosses his legs. There is a frown on his face. Again, Yoongi manages to fill a person with doubt. His heart feels heavy.

"I didn't think that it would work. It shouldn't have worked but he—Hoseok never set a single foot into the settlement. I didn't allow it. I wouldn't risk Hoseok getting hit. I wouldn't risk the spell being broken. In the evening, I entered the main building alone. Hoseok was out in the trees. I was out of his sight. I could do what I wanted. I could say what I wanted. My plan was going through so well. I told them what I wanted. I intended to give them a choice. And when they said they would not give it to me, I started."

He recounts the veiled threat he placed. He tried to reason but he did not try enough. Yoongi wonders if it was even a choice that he gave them. He knew that they would not divulge their practice to any stranger that walked through that wooden door.

"I had cast Thunderwave, made as much noise as the spell counted for. I busted out that door like I have been hit. I stumbled like some performer on a stage. I had to perform to keep Hoseok on my line."

Yoongi closes his eyes. He sees it behind his lids. The scene plays so slowly in his mind. The rumble of the spell as it quaked from his position. The clatter of items that fell on the floor. The small quake the walls had. He can almost feel the same rush of panic flowing through his veins as he ran out the door with a stumble.

"It went through so quickly. Sword in my hand, spells at the ready. One by one they came out their doors to their deaths. It seemed like I blacked out in bloodlust but I knew what I was doing. My hands shook. I still don't know if it was fear or just pure adrenaline that was running in my veins. All I saw in front of me were obstacles I could cut down."

He clenches his fist. He lets his sharp nails scratch at the skin of his palm. He gently scratches to remind himself that he is not back in his memories living a purgatory. He scratches to stop the urge to bite his nails. He calms his breathing. Some time, maybe, he could find a way to repay his actions.

"I counted how many of them there were. I counted down each body as they fell down." All of the faces flash through his mind as he continues. "I counted and kept time. I counted. I killed them all."

"How many?"

Taehyung's face becomes harsher. Yoongi can see the dragon that lives in his blood finding judgement. He somehow feels relieved to be under scrutiny.

"Thirteen. Thirteen people fell that day. All of them by my hand."

"Hoseok—"

"Oh no. He helped, but never the final blow. Only me."

Taehyung scans every muscle of Yoongi's face in the ever flickering light. There must be more. He knows there must be more.

"What was it that you wanted from them?"

"Magic. Spells. I wanted to learn what they knew. I wanted to understand. I didn't get it of course. All of their work was verbally taught. Not a scrap of paper to learn from. Everything so innate, like you."

Yoongi's hand feels over the embossed cover of the spell book. He follows the traces of circles and curves. He does not tell Taehyung that the book did not belong to him. He remembers picking up the dark covered book from the corpse of a learning mage. The hunger in him lessened for only just a second when he got it. The last person he killed. The one that begged for mercy.

"You killed them for nothing."

Yoongi nods at that. He looks up again at the moon. She is partially covered by dark clouds just like that night.

"I thought that I would have been dead by morning. Or at least have an arrow pointed right at my neck when I opened my eyes. Even waking up alone would have been fine but he was still there. Those anger filled eyes and the distrust that twinkled in the back of them."

A shiver runs through him. Hoseok shifts in his sleep. He mumbles something but neither of the Tieflings understood. The ranger reaches out to the ground and caresses the dirt.

"Hoseok stayed. He shouldn't have but here he is, far too trusting than he should be. He wouldn't talk to me for a while but he stayed. We could have turned to different paths but he kept by me."

Hoseok has always been such a confusing person to Yoongi. He has been all smiles and wonder. So when it changes all too suddenly, it is an obvious tell that something has gone wrong. He wears all his emotions on his sleeves. Yoongi knows how different they are. Yoongi knows how different he is to Taehyung as well.

"I remember questioning for just a second, such a split of a second, why did everything I planned go accordingly? No fuss, no wrong. The look in his eyes was why. A realisation hit me. The regret settled in so harsh. He didn't even have to say anything and I was begging to explain myself to him. Trust, a thing I played with so easily. Losing his trust was different from others."

"Did you travel alone before him?"

"I've always been alone. The people around me that I did talk to were just for me to use but I guess he stayed for too long. An attachment I didn't mean to make probably. After that incident, he understands how to read me like a simple children's book. He hasn't forgiven me. I shouldn't be forgiven but I am not hated."

Taehyung fidgets around with his jewellery. "I'm glad he is still by you."

"Are you now?"

"He's making you rethink who you are. You're becoming a better person. It's good that you have someone with you now. It's good to not be alone."

"If you say so."

Yoongi looks out, remembering what he is supposed to be doing. He scans the area again. The only thing outside making movement is the winds dancing with the tall grass. The landscape shifts gently with the breeze. The fire does the same. The stars are telling him it is time for change.

He looks back at Taehyung who is still thinking. Yoongi wonders if it is a force of habit from his days being under the Temple of the Platinum Dragon's care. He returns back to the reason why he decided to tell his story.

"If Hoseok can somehow not completely hate me for doing something like that, I think he already forgives you for an accident that you did not intend."

The reply comes softer than Yoongi expects. "Yeah, ok."

"If it still bothers you, you can just tell him. He is always willing to listen." Yoongi smiles softly. "He'll tell you that it is not your fault."

The older Tiefling gathers the book from beside his feet and places it right next to his hip. He places his component pouch on top of it. He is getting ready to pass the night shift over to Jimin.

"Thank you."

"There is nothing to thank here, Taehyung."

Taehyung tries to wrap his mind around the tale he has been told. Things have changed now that he knows but the sorcerer is not sure if it is for the better. Taehyung does not want to hate Yoongi for the things he did but it is not something that is not easily forgiven.

"A question." Yoongi hums. "Have you used Suggestion since?"

Yoongi looks up at him. Taehyung's eyes burn into him as he stares.

"I see it. You're right about doubting me now. I am not to be fully trusted. You have suspicions. Good. Keep them that way. I am suspicious of myself too."

"Answer me, please."

Yoongi holds a second before he answers. "No. I don't think I can."

Their eyes stay locked onto each other as the clouds move above them. They stay that way for a good minute. Yoongi knows what he is looking for. If it was him from months ago, he would have been resistant to show anything. He makes sure that he keeps the contact long enough for Taehyung to be satisfied that this night is not just another tale Yoongi weaved in sinister intentions. He is sincere. Taehyung breaks away first with a nod.

"Then, alright."

"Alright then." He brushes his hands on his clothes. "Wake Jimin. It's their shift next."

Taehyung silently nods. His heart feels much lighter.

He taps Jimin on the shoulder. The young Aasimar whines. Taehyung shakes their shoulders.

"Wake up. Night shift."

Jimin shifts but they do not really wake up. Taehyung shakes them harder. They mindlessly reach out to hit Taehyung but eventually, Jimin wakes up.

"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty. It is your and Jungkook's watch."

Jimin grumbles as they rub their eyes. They wave off Taehyung to his little patch of sleeping ground. They throw a small glare at Yoongi.

"I could take the shift alone."

"But company is always welcomed."

Yoongi turns in. He sleeps on his side so he would be facing Hoseok. He watches and counts the little fish before going right to sleep. Taehyung does the same, letting his mind wander into dreams.

The night is still. The moon is keeping her ever watchful eye on Chrysalis Moon. Jungkook grabs another log to keep the fire going. The wood that has been burning crackles at the new inclusion.

Jungkook looks at his watch buddy. Jimin is standing up and stretching out their limbs. Glittering sparkles shake behind them as the Aasimar stretches their arms up. Jungkook does not realise he has not shifted his gaze away from Jimin for a long while.

"You're supposed to be looking out of the dome, Jungkook. The night watch is supposed to be you looking out for ambushes, not looking directly at me."

"Oh, sorry. It's just, you look—"

"Enchanting?" They give Jungkook a glance. "Not like I haven't heard that one before. Someone would mention it at least once when I first meet them."

Jimin smiles sweetly. Jungkook still looks at them with awe. The Human fidgets with his hands. He keeps glancing from the fire to Jimin.

"Looks like you have questions."

"Ah, sorry."

"Stop apologising. It's not something you should be sorry for. If you have questions, ask." Jimin unties their hair, letting the strands fall where they may.

Jungkook hesitates. "How long have you had them?"

"Mm?" Jimin follows the young man's eyeline. "You mean these?"

The golden tracings of wings spread out. The glittering star-like lines shift and move like real wings behind them. Jungkook's eyes widen. His lips part gently. He nods. Jimin sits themself back down on the ground.

"Not long. It appeared after I finally took my oath to the Brawler himself, Kord. The same one that hangs from your own weapon."

Jimin lifts their wrist. They jangle the little charm of Kord's symbol on their bracelet. They also nod over to the halberd not too far from where Jungkook is sitting.

Jungkook looks at the hand-me-down. He reaches for the two carved symbols that hang at the end of the halberd. He touches the one that is the same as Jimin's. The wood is smooth and polished but has seen signs of battle. Little scratches are lined in the crest.

"This one isn't mine. It was already on Faithful Glory when it was given to me. I kept it as a reminder of my teacher taking me under their wing and teaching me how to fight. They're the reason I'm here. They suggested I go adventuring. It wasn't something I initially wanted to do, but I wanted to learn more. They told me I could learn more out in the world. That I would see others who know more and I could learn from. I've been learning a lot from all of you."

The celestial descendent listens diligently. "You follow Pelor then?"

Jungkook shakes his head. He pulls Faithful Glory closer and rubs the symbol for Pelor. The carving is newer, even with the scratches it has from fights. It is visibly made in haste with certain imperfections. He remembers the night he stayed up to make it before he left home. Jungkook thinks he might carve a new one to replace it. He looks at Jimin and smiles.

"This one is for my family. I am a farmer's son. This just serves to remind me that the Dawnfather watches over my family. I don't really pray to him other than to ask for my family's protection."

"It is kind of you to remember your family that way. I'm sure he watches them well."

Jungkook hums. Questions now run through the fighter's mind. Questions that seem to want answers from Jimin. Jimin invited the questions. Jungkook is curious. He wants to know. He always wants to know. He wants to understand a little more about the conflicts in his mind.

He plucks the courage and asks. "How did you find your God?"

"Find?"

"How did you choose to follow Kord? I've just prayed to The Dawnfather because of my family but..."

"You're not sure if that is right for you to do so?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't know what to ask of him or thank him when it came down to sending him prayers. It's not wrong but it does not feel right."

Jimin understands where he is coming from. Jimin had been in the same position years ago, wondering where they stood in the big world. They know they had guidance from the priest of the church. They are not sure how helpful they are going to be for Jungkook.

"I'm not a cleric. I'm not going to tell you to follow Kord because you fight with courage. I'm not going to tell you how great he is or things like that. It's something that you will have to learn for yourself."

"How?"

Jimin wonders how they can eloquently piece together the understanding of Higher Beings. This is not something they are equipped to do. They take in a deep breath and try to organise their thoughts.

"Some people find Gods or Patrons to guide their path. Some are found by them, taken under their care." Jimin looks at the ranger across from both of them. They watch one by one, the little fish hover around the ranger's sleeping body. "Some are taken, taught from young of faith. Others find God within themselves or others, choosing to find more strength in what they can do as mortals. Even a few think they are Gods themselves, trying to tangle other's paths for their own benefit."

Jimin pauses from their train of thoughts. Now thinking, they realise that the examples they are giving can be tied to one of each of the experiences the members of their group has. They turn around to look at Namjoon sleeping beside Seokjin.

"Or maybe you do not take heed of Gods and Patrons, or what divinity you can find in yourself. You just take in what the world gives you. You do not have to pray to a God. You do not have to ask for a Patron. Maybe you will find one. Maybe one will take you in. Maybe not at all and you are free to do what you will in the world without interference from bigger powers."

A rattling grows louder from the road. They both instinctually reach out for their weapons close to them. They look out behind them. A glittering fire in the form of a hanging lantern comes closer. It is a caravan driving down the main road. They just watch as it goes past.

The driver looks to be a very young Elven man with bright blue hair, dressed to the nines. The young Elf takes a glance to the hut. He does not slow down the caravan. There is another clatter and another figure appears from the hooded cart. The bright smile that appears on their face when the Elf sees the Tiefling brings one to Jimin's face as well. They must be close.

They both finally relax once the caravan is a little further away from their camp. The low lantern light is gently glowing down the road.

"How did you arrive under Kord?"

Jungkook immediately jumps back to the topic. Jimin holds in a laugh at the eagerness in his tone.

"I serve Kord because he was what showed me I had strength. He urged me from my lowest point and told me I was no coward. Things...happened in my village. They were things that I could have helped with but I didn’t because I was scared. I found that he showed me the strength and courage I had. I've looked to other Gods. I've tried to look within me on my own. It was only when I read teachings of the Brawler that I understood how to better myself."

Jungkook still looks at them with admiration. There is beauty in the way Jungkook looks to the world. Jimin wonders what words would come out of the innocent bunny like smile if he was asked questions about the world. They wonder what he would say about each of the people he is travelling with. Would they have half the beauty Jungkook holds in his heart if they were asked the same?

"I think you are very brave."

"Thank you. Being with Chrysalis Moon has been very helpful."

Jimin drags their weapon closer. Their hand picks up the soft leather string that is tied to the bottom of the scythe’s blade and proceeds to tie it tighter to the handle. Jungkook notices the gentle touches that linger on the empty string as Jimin works on Feather's Grace. Jungkook decides he might make a charm to hang on the string. He wonders if he has enough coin to get materials to make charms for the entire party.

"What is it like to be a paladin of the Brawler?"

"You're really taking my advice of questions seriously." They joke.

Jungkook laughs, embarrassed. He looks down and messes with his long fringe. Jimin pushes Jungkook's arm.

"I just haven't had people to talk to about it. Namjoon and Seokjin didn't seem to be the right people to ask. They seem so sure of themselves and they don't carry symbols. I didn't want to ask them. You're different. You carry your guide on your wrist."

"Well, my actions are still my own. I just hold on to my pledge as I do so. It gives me a direction. Gives me a handle of what I wanted to do with my life. I can see why you'd ask me. Namjoon seems to have other things going on his plate. I am not sure about Seokjin. You could also ask Taehyung. I'm sure he wouldn't mind being asked about Bahamut."

It is obvious from Jungkook's face that he is trying to make notes. The slow nod of his head together with the tilt of his head is endearing.

"Gods and Patrons are still beings with goals, you have to learn them. See where you stand. If your goals align with theirs and they help you guide your life, maybe that's where you'll be. If none of them suit your taste, it would be fine as well."

"Thank you, Jimin. Really. You won't mind if I keep coming to you about this, would you?"

"I'll help you on your journey. We all will. Just don't be afraid to ask, not just me. Maybe we'd find a library for you to start when we get to town."

"A library would be fun. Namjoon has been looking for one since I first met him."

"I think a lot of the party would like to be in a library for a while. But not Hoseok though. He'd probably want to stay out here in the wilderness."

Jungkook agrees with a quiet hum. He places Faithful Glory back to where it was earlier.

"But he's not exactly someone you'd leave to be alone. The Fae fish are not enough supervision."

Jimin laughs at that. They fall over, covering over their mouth to stop from being too loud. Jungkook had not meant it to be hilarious but it hit a nerve on Jimin's funny bone. Jungkook can't help but chuckle along.

The celestial descendent takes a deep breath in. They starfish out on their little patch of dirt. A shadow of a bird flies across the sky. Jimin reaches up with one arm and points out a bright star in the sky. They calculate the time with the position of the stars. They sigh. The night watch had passed them by quicker than they thought.

"It seems that our shift is closing up."

"I'll wake Namjoon. You can go back to sleep."

"Good night, Kookie."

Jungkook waits for Jimin to actually fall asleep. He lets the silence wash over him as he waits. He stokes the fire to keep it going for the rest of Namjoon's shift. He is aware of the quiet breathing of the people sleeping within the tiny hut. He looks down to the quarter staff that lays parallel to Namjoon's body. He has noticed the habit of the Half-Elf doing so, even when they take board in an inn. He reaches out over it and pats the older man on the shoulder.

"Namjoon? Namjoon, wake up. It's the last shift."

The druid wakes up with a few quick blinks. He groans as he tries to sit up from the ground. His back needs a good stretch. He wonders when he would be cut out to be able to sleep comfortably on dirt. How do the rest of them feel fine sleeping on the floor like this? He blames himself for losing his comfy bedroll at times like this.

"I've fed the fire so you don't have to worry about it going out the rest of the night. Hope your back's ok."

Namjoon finally realises who it is that woke him up. He is a little confused but nods all the same. He tells the younger to go to sleep as he tries to force himself to wake up his thoughts. It does not help with the surrounding being quiet and the fire's crackling being such a comfort. He slaps himself on the cheek as a head start.

He looks over at his designated night watch partner. Seokjin looks comfortable sleeping facing away from the rest of them. He mentally tempts himself to take the watch alone. The longer the silence drones without Namjoon having something to do, the less the temptation seems great. He does not have his books and notes to keep him distracted from the loneliness that is the night. He supposes it would be fine to wake the bard.

"Seokjin." Namjoon places a hand on their arm gently as he whispers their name.

They jolt awake with a gasp. A light sleeper by force. They grab the tip of their hood and pulls it further down their face. Namjoon gently squeezes their bicep as comfort.

"Hey, it's ok. It's just me. Last shift."

"Namjoon, you scared me."

The Half-Elf watches Seokjin sit up with their hood still up. He can see the tone of their skin change under the hood even in the lowlight. He frowns.

They stay the night watch in silence. What used to be unnaturally comfortable to them becomes disconcerting for Namjoon. He is thinking. He is always thinking but this time it bothers him far too much. Seokjin pulls the mask they have so quickly now. Even now that they are awake with only just the two of them, Seokjin keeps the face.

It crawls under his skin that Seokjin has to hide who they are to the others. Seokjin, strong Seokjin who loves to stand in the face of creatures with bravado, running away from them when they are watched with this Human face. It really does swirl in his mind how far back Seokjin stood in the afternoon combat the moment they got so close to unconsciousness.

Seokjin is not afraid of death. The way they have pranced around a battlefield next to Namjoon tells him well enough. He has been told by the person themself that they do not mind dying alone. The fear of being known as a Changeling is what rules their battles. But he does not understand.

"Why do you keep up the ruse with the others? Yoongi and I know. We don't treat you any different. I am sure the others wouldn't either."

Seokjin laughs. "You don't know that. You can never truly know what someone thinks until they tell you, that is if they choose to tell you the truth."

Namjoon cannot help the stare. Seokjin smiles brightly at him.

"I don't know what your feelings are of me. I don't know what Yoongi thinks of me. I would like to think that you both view of me nicely. That you treat me kindly for who I am and not out of what my race has been." They look out of the dome, far into the dark of the forest that he can see at the end of the field. Their smile slowly fades. "The world is not kind. It has never been."

Namjoon looks away from Seokjin. That was not something he thought he'd hear with how much life he performs his ballads. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in. He wants to say it back, the world is not kind. The people in this world are not particularly kind. They are mean, prideful, selfish. They are human. The world is excruciatingly flawed and human. But not all of it is bad.

He opens his eyes to the view in front of him. A group of people, barely strangers now, sleeping under the same dome. All of them of very different backgrounds and goals but they are all gathered right there in front of him, asleep. They are all sound asleep.

"Do you trust us?"

"Excuse me?"

Namjoon reaches an open palm towards the Changeling. He leaves it there hanging but he does not look at it. He keeps looking at each of the members of Chrysalis Moon. From Jungkook, to Jimin, to Taehyung, to Hoseok and finally to Yoongi. All in a circle with Namjoon and Seokjin just outside of it. He looks at Crescent Snow that divides them from the circle. He knows he put the quarterstaff there himself but now it does not feel as arbitrary as he initially placed it.

"Do you trust us, Seokjin?"

He asks it louder than the mere whisper he did before. There is a firmness in the question.

Seokjin is taken aback. "I—I don't know what you mean."

The Half-Elf takes back his hand. He turns his body towards Seokjin.

"I trust them more than I would a random stranger on the road. I trust you."

Namjoon shuffles closer to Seokjin and takes their hand as if to test those words. Seokjin jolts at the touch. They ease at Namjoon's concerned features. They hold the given hand tightly between both their hands. They let Namjoon come even closer.

He cups the side of their face. His thumb brushes over Seokjin's bottom lip and he pulls it down. He knows how much Seokjin hates their teeth. They do not like laughing out loud, they hate smiling so wide, and all because of their teeth. Their sharp teeth that betray this costume so tightly fitted on their skin.

"Namjoon!" They hiss and pull back.

Namjoon keeps himself close to Seokjin. His hand remains by Seokjin's cheek. "The world is mean and dumb. It is selfish."

He looks at the Changeling but Namjoon can't really focus, not with the features of the face being so distinctly Human and only Human. He stares for a second before he closes his eyes. "It's angry, and sad, and confused. It's all the bad things but they are good too."

His hand slips down to the side of Seokjin's neck. His other hand reaches out blindly to the other's bicep and sits there. He takes a deep breath in.

"You are good. You are kind. You are strong. You are kind but the world is not. You are so kind but you can't...please everyone." Namjoon looks up into the brown irises. A conflicted smile tugs at his lips. "You can never please everyone."

Seokjin takes hold of Namjoon's wrist. He can feel the cold of their touch seeping into his skin. Seokjin pulls his hands away from them. Their face turns stoic.

"I am a Changeling, Namjoon. I am born to change, mould to what people think is the best of me. I am made to please. The features of a Changeling are a blank slate to create parasites that people trust so that they would let down their guard. We are made to blend in so that no one would suspect they have been infiltrated."

They do not let Namjoon say anything. Their guise shifts back to its original state. Their skin loses colour and Namjoon hesitates. The brown irises of the eyes bleed and pale into fully grey. The pretty brown hair darkens blacker than the night sky. The features harden and there is a light anger that is seated on the brow.

"Is this what you want to see?"

Namjoon does not miss a beat. "Yes."

"And what do you see?"

"You. Seokjin."

The way he says it is so genuine. The eyes locked onto theirs is so filled with sincerity. The anger grows.

"You are sorely mistaken, gentle druid." They lean into Namjoon's space now, grabbing his clothes. "Let me tell you what you see. You see a creature of pale skin. A colour so pale that it is whiter than even the top layer of fresh snow. You see soulless eyes that see right through you. They're hollow and starving, craving to be filled. You see teeth sharp like daggers, the only warning you'll ever see before they take you under."

Namjoon is unfazed by the simmering outburst. Calmly, he asks, "And who are you? Is Seokjin the image of a Human or the ingrained stereotype of a Changeling?"

Seokjin lets go of his collar suddenly. He falls onto his back. He sees the stars glittering out in the darkness. The moon smiles down upon him. The question rings differently in his mind.

Who am I then? Is Namjoon the Human or the Elf? Aren't I both?

The air in Namjoon's lungs leaves easier. He feels stupid. All of this is just a different reflection of himself. He covers over his face with his arm in embarrassment. It was not that he did not understand. He does, all too well. He just did not want Seokjin to be the same. They are stuck in between.

He knows he has his own mask that he puts on in the face of the council. It is the way he has to present himself in a strict conduct and not let them think he is not worthy of being the next in line to take over his father's spot in the head circle. The fake confidence he places to make him look like he belongs there. The act of having to be an Elf like that is the only thing he is and not that he has Human blood in him.

He then remembers his mother, his lovely mother. One of the few people that he does not pretend with. Her concerned brown eyes that shower him with love whenever he comes back from his library studies. The splint of guilt that happens when he sees her. And then he remembers the words whispered when he is barely conscious on his study desk.

Namjoon gets up from his laid position. Seokjin is still looking at him with slight confusion and anger. He takes in a big breath and says the things he had hoped to tell himself. The words that his mother always tells him instead.

"For all the kindness that you have given to an unfair world, I hope that you give that same kindness to yourself. For all the love you've poured into your songs and performances, I hope that you will give your true self the same love it deserves. And personally, Seokjin, I find you beautiful when you're just you and not the mask you put on."

He pushes the long strands of Seokjin's hair behind the Changeling's ears. Namjoon pulls himself away from Seokjin with a short smile. He stands up and dusts the dirt from his pants. He takes hold of Crescent Snow.

"I'm taking a walk to check the perimeter. I'll be back soon."

The dawn comes much slower than the evening did. Seokjin is tempted to count the seconds till the first light of day but they do not. They know it is just a paltry excuse for them to ignore the idea of what just happened between them and the druid. They shake their head when the thoughts finally settle. They change back to their human skin before the rest of Chrysalis Moon wakes up.

They breathe out the anger, a moment of silent meditation for themself. They clear out the useless thoughts. They have seen Namjoon. They have seen the way that he changes around people. It then becomes clearer without the anger. Seokjin sighs internally.

"Are you ok?"

Jimin asks Seokjin as they help tie Jungkook's hair up in a small top knot. Jungkook looks concerned as well. Seokjin sees that Yoongi and Hoseok are in the process of putting on their armour and Taehyung is playing with the campfire. Everyone has woken up.

"I'm fine."

"Did you and Namjoon get into an argument?"

"What makes you say that?"

Jimin shrugs. "Maybe the fact that he's not here. And also the fact that you had been spacing out. You didn't respond to Taehyung when he said good morning to you."

"I'm sorry. There's just a lot on the mind. It doesn't mean it has to do with Namjoon though."

"It's totally about Namjoon. There's the look in his eyes." Jungkook snides. "Just let them be. They'll work it out soon enough."

Seokjin picks up a tiny rock from the ground and throws it at the younger. Jungkook just laughs when it hits him on the shoulder. He has known Seokjin and Namjoon longer than the others and it is starting to show.

"Did you sleep well?"

Hoseok pauses as he awkwardly tries to tie the strings to his leather arm braces. "Yeah. It was a good sleep. It just has been awhile since we've camped. The ground was good."

"Still not used to a bed yeah?"

"The ground is much better. It feels very familiar."

Yoongi opens his palm in offering. Hoseok gives him his arm to tie the strings properly. The long fingers set to work deftly. Dart takes the opportunity to swim around Yoongi's arms.

"Taehyung ended up taking the night shift with me. I told him almost everything. He was worried about yesterday."

Hoseok tenses. "How is he?"

"Suspicious of me but he should be." His eyes drift to the sorcerer. "He'll talk to you. He'll want reassurance."

"You're not as bad as you think."

Yoongi gives him a look. Hoseok takes hold of Yoongi's wrist.

"You aren't. You're not evil. These people around us see that."

"But they don't know."

"So prove yourself in the present that you are not that thing you used to be. Be a better person in the future. Don't do it for me. Don't do it for them either. Do it for yourself cause you can prove to yourself that you are not that ruthless power hungry man. I know that already. That's what they know. It's now just for you to know."

Dart has made its way up to Yoongi's neck. It brushes the side of its body against the Tiefling's neck. Hoseok lets go of the older man's hand and dusts off his pants. He readies to put on the rest of the armour. Yoongi guides Dart gently back to Hoseok with a push of two fingers.

He turns away from the ranger. He sees Taehyung still stretching about at the fire. He thinks about the question Taehyung asked him just before they ended the night shift. He guesses that Hoseok is right about others trying to find good in him. Yoongi makes his way to join Taehyung in clearing the campfire.

"I'll try." He says to Hoseok.

"Trying is the best thing you can do to start."

Namjoon returns to the members of his party getting ready for the next trek of the way to the city. The tiny hut has gone and the Tieflings are milling around the small slowly dying campfire. Taehyung uses Control Flame to put the fire out completely with a swift twist of his hand. Hoseok is by the horses, stretching. Jungkook and Jimin are working around the cart. They are donning up their respective armours. Namjoon heads towards them, ready to put on his own leather armour.

Nearing the end of him putting on his armour, Seokjin tugs at the collar of Namjoon's shirt and pulls him away from the others. He stumbles along, confused. They pull him closer for just a second. They give him a short peck on his cheek and then pushes away.

"That was a mess earlier. You had no right to push into how I present myself to strangers. You have no say in the way I wear my mask when your own is such a mess the second you are greeting Land Circles. Ever take your own advice?" Seokjin frowns. "But...You are correct. I have been holding onto this face because I am scared."

Seokjin does not look Namjoon in the eye. Their hand suddenly keeps busy on Namjoon's collar, straightening it out and dusting it off. They tug at Namjoon's leather armour as if they are ensuring the druid is wearing it correctly. Which they have to, with all the strings tied like a child did it. They redo them as they speak.

"I do like this image that I made but it's not exactly me. I liked it better when I didn't keep it on around you. It felt safe to be a Changeling when I stood next to you. I'm not a Human. I am a Changeling but that does not mean I am a hunter." They tug the strings tight enough. Namjoon lets them, standing still like a child being scolded. "I will tell them in my own time, Namjoon-ah. When I am a little more comfortable with them, I will tell them. I trust you more than I trust them, only because I know more of you. And when I know more, they'll know more."

"Of course, in your own time. I'm sorry. I just—"

"Saw part of yourself in me that you wanted to somehow fix. You're good, Namjoon. You are a strong leader and you are smart. I don't think you need to fix much. I'm sure of it. And if you ever truly need help with it, I know I can be your comfort space too." They pat Namjoon's chest armour with all the necessary adjustments done. They speak loudly. "There you go. Now you're wearing your armour. You really have to be better with your knots, Joonie. It's like no one taught you."

Namjoon laughs quietly. He nods and thanks them. He watches them walk away to the cart to help Jungkook and Jimin push it to the path.

"Did no one really teach you?"

"Oh Gods! You are way too quiet for your own good."

Namjoon clutches at his heart as Yoongi walks up from behind him. Yoongi has a cheeky smile and a laugh on his lips. Namjoon wishes he wouldn't.

"I can teach you how to tie a knot down the road if you want to."

"Yeah, that would be nice. I should learn."

Hoseok busies himself around the horses. He starts untying the leads from the tree. Namjoon and Yoongi come by and take two of the horses to hitch them to the cart that is now on the road. There is a mention of teaching Namjoon how to hitch horses as well.

Hoseok laughs with a ‘good luck’ passing his lips. His little friends swirl around, stirring the air around his hair. Little strands float as if he is underwater. The bright joy radiates from him. The horse next to him whinnies. The sound spooks his fish for just a second. He pushes away Reed from in front of his face. The Fae fish hurriedly swims away from his line of sight. He reaches out to pat the pretty black horse on its neck.

"Uh, Hoseok."

Hoseok turns. Taehyung nervously fidgets with the braces on his arms. Hoseok tilts his head in question.

"I just wanted to apologise for yesterday's injury. How is it?"

Hoseok looks to the burn on his arm. "It's doing ok. It'll be fine. Nothing that won't heal in time. Why are you apologising though?"

"I was the one that burned you."

Hoseok smiles at that. He mentally tells his little goldfish to circle the Tiefling. They swirl around him in comfort. Hoseok takes a wandering hand and squeezes it gently.

"It was an accident, Taetae. It's not your fault. Things like this happen in a fight. You have to be brave and understand that injuries happen even from your own party. I'm not blaming you for anything. Don't hold on to this as guilt. If it helps, thank you for apologising and I've forgiven you. Now, help me get these horses ready for the road."

He notices Yoongi watching them with a slight smile on his lips. He gives Yoongi a gentle nod. He gives one back before being interrupted by a panicking Namjoon. Yoongi's face turns into obvious annoyance. Yoongi goes on to help out with whatever that Namjoon had accidentally done. He can hear the loud laughter of everyone else watching the scene.

Hoseok takes the reins to the black horse and pulls it over. He tilts his head in a motion to urge Taehyung to follow. His fish follow him one by one. Quiver, the smallest of the creatures, lingers for just a moment and bumps into Taehyung's cheek before catching up with the rest of its brethren. Taehyung lights up in relief and reaches out to get the last horse.

They move a little quicker now that they are more awake. They assign themselves to their respective places for their next league. Taehyung takes a horse, as does Namjoon. Seokjin chooses to take the same horse as the druid. The rest settle on the cart with Yoongi and Jimin in the driving seat.

Sitting in the cart, Hoseok takes time to feel the change in his team. Each of them look lighter in their steps, brighter in their smiles. All of them are still burdened with their own weights but under the light of the moon, beside a comforting campfire, they have slowly loosen a few of the shackles that hold them. He hopes that they will have more opportunities to let themselves be seen. Hoseok smiles to himself and thanks Selune for her watch in the night as he restrings his bow.

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