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trina864 · 2 years ago

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Kingdoms and Wars | Park Jimin

Summary; You always thought it was your fault what happened that night, but when you find out what really happened and that something much bigger is going on it brings you closer to the one you thought you lost.

Paring: Panther shapeshifter Jimin X Peregrine falcon shapeshifter f!reader. | E2L

Genre: Fanfiction, romance, Fantasy. || Angst, Fluff. | ROYAL AU

Word count: 16k

Warnings: It’s a war, so lots of fighting - also against Jimin. Mentions of blood, killing, torturing, manipulating. We’re talking wounds to the bones here. Very chaotic in a way. Reader is a confused mess, yet strong lady. Jimin is pretty mean at the beginning.

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‣ A/N: Hi, so I’ve had this story in my drafts for soooo... long! I picked up on it a while ago and it took me some time to find out which way I wanted to go with it. But here we are! I want to be honest with you and say that I’m not very good at keeping a blog, and it takes me some time, lots of time actually to write stories, but I’m practicing to write faster and better. With that being said I’m always up for a chat, and I hope you like this story! Love from the author. <3

This was the moment.

Your moment.

Your soldiers moment.

The moment you had spent months on planning. Every detail was set and the thirst for victory had never been stronger.

It was strange, a war between two different shape-shifting races.

One being birds of prey; your kind.

The other being all cat animals you could think of. From the smallest lynx to the biggest lion; Jimins kind.

Shapeshifters were always friendly, keeping to themselves in the background. Compared to other creatures as dragons and elves shapeshifters were very calm.

But this field only showed that there were layers to things.

Jimin stood at least 40 meters away from you, his black triangle ears ever so slightly moving at small sounds you couldn’t hear.

Even if he was that far away you could still see every detail of him. His black strands of hair, his nose twisting, his golden skin, his lips…

Every detail on him was clear for your sight to see, cause even if he had the best smell and hearing of the two of you, your kind had amazing sight.

This moment was the silence before the storm. The only thing to be heard was the howling wind impatiently telling you to attack.

You turned your eyes to the right side seeing your soldiers start to shift into all sorts of birds, hawks, eagles even owls. They were bigger than normal birds with the human genes in their dna.

You sighed as you too shifted into your animal. With your big wings you calmly flew higher into the sky were you had the advantage.

You could feel all the cat eyes follow you like shadows follow at your feet. It was somehow giving you more confidence, you couldn’t help the smirk that reached your lips.

You soon made eye contact with the one and only Jimin. He had too changed form into his mighty black panther.

Your good sight caught everything about him - the muscles underneath his fur, how they clenched and unclenched, his claws poking through his heavy fur layered paws, his eyes trying to catch up with what you were seeing, how his pupils extended just the slightest when he realized the eye contact.

He was overwhelming.

It was a rare sight, black panther shifters are rare and also extremely powerful, you didn’t linger on why Jimin was king of the cats.

But you were powerful yourself.

When you hovered about 24 meters in the air you howled and spread your abnormal big wings.

When Jimin saw your peregrine falcon in the air he began hissing soon turning to growling. The other cats followed him.

Not even a second after their growls you howled and dove towards the ground. Your claws were out, ready to grab one of the cats and rib them apart.

The birds had a big advantage. They could start the attack. Jimin and his cats wouldn’t be able to reach you in the air, the only thing they could was to defend themselves and try to snap out after you.

When you reached the cats, claws out, you had the first cat in your grab. A cheetah at that - cheetahs were very hard to catch as they were extremely fast.

The cheetah snapped after your claws, wings, everything that would result in you letting go, but it couldn’t reach you.

You bended down to bite at its neck, you knew exactly which nerve to bite to let it faint in your grasp.

You didn’t enjoy killing, never had, therefore you agreed with your soldiers to only knock them out.

Dropping the cheetah to the ground you took a look at how it went for your soldiers. There were some down trying to fight them on the ground, you were worried for them. They didn’t have the advantage.

You dove into the fight faster than the eyes could travel with you, no one saw it coming. You let out a squeak.

Your bird enjoyed setting her claws in flesh. You didn’t hunt often which annoyed her very much.

You got a grip at two cats one being smaller and a regular cat, the other being a white tiger. Wait, you knew that tiger.

Jimins right hand man. Taehyung.

You could also feel the struggle with the tiger knowing he would be much more trained than the others.

You were quick to let the cat become unconscious and drop it, it was another story with the tiger.

The tiger snapped much more than the others and nearly got you many times. He was wriggling so much in your grab that it was becoming difficult for you to keep a straight phase, you nearly hit the ground many times.

You knew there was no good ending to this, you were too close to the ground and Taehyung wouldn’t let you bite into his neck.

You were about to drop him and find another prey when you felt it.

You let out a defeating howl knowing this wasn’t good. Sharp claws were boring into your back pulling you down and smashing you to the ground.

The moment you hit the ground you heard your birds howl for you. You could hear them losing. This wasn’t good, you needed to win it meant everything.

The only way was to take out the leader.

And just as the thought crossed you saw a big black paw pinning you to the ground you were so awfully lying on.

Your weakness showed when you turned back into human, some of your animal features still present, such as the long claws on your hand, and feathers broke through your skin here and there.

When a shifter couldn’t keep their shift it was because they were tried, which was weakness.

You felt his breath on your neck feathers. Only a bite and you would be dead, it was so fascinating to him.

Jimin was arrogant not believing in your power. He never had believed in your power, not since childhood. He hadn’t even made a real plan for this fight knowing he would win.

But arrogance kill.

In the blink of an eye you had gathered all your energy and you made an attack.

Flipping around, your sharp claws tore over his face. You saw blood drip from his chin when he roared and threw himself away from you.

Taehyung beside you didn’t hesitate before jumping in, but you outsmarted him and dodged away from him with ease before letting your claws sink into his leg.

He roared too kicking you away from him.

Your own back was hurting. The ten claw marks on your back had opened up for blood and you could feel it drip down from your back.

You could see that Taehyung was hurting surely not coming back for more, it was another story with the panther in front of you.

He growled, eyes filled with hate and blood as he began circling around you.

“Come on Jimin..” you whispered waiting for his attack.

The air was filled with anticipation, this was the final battle between you two, a battle which had been going on for a decade. If he lost it would mean victory, but if you lost it would mean death.

Jimin let out an amused growl hearing you whisper at him. He liked being the one to start the attack.

“Come on Jimin..” You said again this time with more annoyance in your tone.

You were literally getting dizzy turing around yourself like this… but maybe that was his plan?

You stopped turning with him instead using all of your senses:

Hearing, smelling, felling, tasting and seeing.

You were strongest in seeing, but a second place would be feeling, you could feel every movement around you, also Jimins.

So it didn’t surprise you when he finally launched out to attack your back.

You dodged by turning to your right and Jimin was left with nothing between his claws as he had hoped.

It made him growl feeling the emptiness in his paws.

It didn’t take two seconds before he again launched at you, this time in front of you.

You dodged with ease again almost bursting into laughter seeing his struggles.

It was as if you were playing with a kitten. It was annoying him how little care you gave into it, but still managed to dodge him, and it made his anger stronger.

Anger which he used precious energy on.

This time when he jumped at you again claws out and teeth sharp you only fell to the ground and watched as he jumped right over you.

But playtime was over.

Instead of not attacking back this time you let your claws sink into him while he jumped over you resulting in them cutting him open.

His growl turned weak, but still the anger was now keeping him up as the only thing.

He attacked again but with all the weakness in his body for tiring himself you didn’t even need to dodge.

Taking a grip around his paw you smashed him to the ground. He didn’t resist, he couldn’t find the energy.

You ended it by letting you claw find the place where he would faint and the moment he did, his cats stopped fighting and your birds won.

��Your majesty!”

You looked up to see your medical doctor who was also your really good friend run over to you.

He had noticed the claw marks on your back and was already trying his best to stitch them up before you would pass out from the loss of blood.

“Hoseok! Glad you’re here.”

“Yea yea, but I can’t help much if we don’t get you back to the castle.”

Hoseok and you had grown up together on the castle. Hoseok had been a village boy who worked his way up as he was studying medical records, and as he was only a few years older than you a friendship quickly bloomed between you.

He too was a shapeshifter like all who lived in your kingdom, his bird being a hawk.

“We’ll take Jimin with us, the rest will be handled by Seokjin. I need to try and get some informations from Jimin before we deliver him to Seokjin.” You commanded.

Before you knew it, you were back to your own beloved kingdom. You and your soldiers walked in the little village just before the castle, you saw many familiar faces greet you with respect.

Everyone was relieved that you had won, cause if not it would have meant destruction for your part of the shapeshifting country, and that was something you couldn’t bear.

The war had been going on between you and Jimin for many years. Jimin hated you and you hated Jimin, he was arrogant, selfish and whenever you met he would insult you.

As the queen of the bird-shifters you weren’t used to insults and you didn’t take them easily.

But this battle was not just about Jimin stepping over line by disrespecting your part of the shapeshifting realm, Jimin was starting to interfere with vampires. This was alarming, and not only to you, but to the other shapeshifters as well.

Vampires and shapeshifters had been in war for over centuries, people often thought of the war between vampires and werewolves, and werewolves so happened to be part off shapeshifters.

Shapeshifters no matter the race had always been against vampires and their ways of being extreme in torturing, manipulating and killing. You yourself loathed vampires, they had taken more of your people than any other race had. Whenever you thought of vampires it would bring back memories you were trying your hardest to forget.

This was why it had alarmed the shapeshifter community that one of their own was starting to interact with vampires. It was documented with spies that Jimin had talked with vampires on shapeshifter ground, and that was very illegal.

You were alarmed, because you didn’t understand his motives behind it, Jimin was the last person who would be interfering with them.

A meeting had been held between your kingdoms, there were five in all with Jimins. But the meeting had been held with only four kingdoms.

Your kingdom, Felan. The sea creatures kingdom, Havini. The reptile kingdom, Josumi. And then the biggest kingdom known as Tefany, the biggest cause it was really just a mix of creatures.

Tefany had races from every corner of the world, and they made sure to brag about that, but you didn’t blame them for that, you blamed their king, Seokjin, he always loved to brag about his kingdom.

The meeting had been held in Tefany without Jimins or his kingdom’s, Valsinto, knowledge. It was Seokjin who had called all of you for he saw just like you how Jimin was starting to rule.

“I have called you all here because we need to discuss Valsinto’s status.” He had started as you all were seated at a round table.

“Is something happening with Valsinto?” Selina, the queen of Havini had asked, her voice small compared to her fierce killer whale shapeshift. You had witnessed how her anger could burst out of her making her one of the most dangerous shapeshifters in water.

She besides you was the only women to rule over a kingdom.

“I’m afraid Jimin is starting to become a threat to all of us.” Seokjin had stated.

“What do you mean? Jimin is only a threat towards Felan.” The ruler of Josumi, Yoongi, had remarked his split eyes looking over at your form.

“I’m afraid that is not the case anymore.” Seokjin had replied with a sigh.

“Jimin is interfering with vampires.” When Seokjin stated that the two others gasped with fierce looks in their eyes. No one was allowed to meddle with vampires, that was the law of peace between the shapeshifter kingdoms.

You were the only one not surprised, not scared, when Seokjin had stated the meetings reason. The other two turned to you and it was Yoongi who stood up and raised his voice.

“You knew about this, Ms. Y/N?!” His eyes shifting color as his split tongue came out in a sneer.

Your own nails grew relentlessly as your anger took over. You and your race had always been treated with little to no respect from the other kingdoms. They had never liked the way your kind observed instead of talked, unlike Jimin and his kind, his talking and charming person had convinced the others.

The cats and birds had been at war since your teenage years, there had never been any help from the other shapeshifters.

“As you yourself pointed out Mr. Namjoon, Valsinto has always been a threat to Felan, you can only expect me to have spies on Jimin.” Even in your anger you kept your cool, there was a slight venom in your tongue, but nothing which would rile the situation up even more.

“But why didn’t you share your information with us, Ms. Y/N?” Again Selinas small voice quivered.

“I don’t see why Felan should bow for your kingdoms when there has never been respect for our kingdom as deserved.” You answered shuting them all.

It was Seokjin who broke the silence.

“Ms. Y/N is right.” His voice broke as he looked down from you gaze.

“We have never had respect, none of us has had respect for any of the five Kingdoms, especially Felan has been treated poorly. I want to give you my deepest apologizes, and thereby offer my cooperation. We need to stop Jimin from being manipulated by the vampires, and we need to do it fast.”

At the meeting it had been decided that your kingdom would lead the fight against Valsinto as it was your people who had experience at fighting against the cat shapeshifters.

There were more reasons to it, you had requested to lead the fight because you had to figure out Jimins motives, his planning. You were in war with Jimin, but you knew him, he wouldn’t meddle with vampires at his own will. but also because you felt as if you had something to prove, your kingdom, and you as a leader had to prove that your people were strong.

You needed to prove to the others that you had earned enough respect.

As you walked the hallways of your castle you felt yourself getting dizzy. The bandgade Hoseok had made was drenched in your blood. You felt yourself fumble as you took a turn in the hallways.

“Your majesty!” Hoseok immediately ran up to you and held your arm in support.

“Take Jimin to the dungeon... Hoseok will lead me to the nursering hall.” You muttered to the guards behind you.

They walked past you as you leaned on Hoseok. Not even a step further you felt yourself faint from the lose of blood and a whisper of Hoseoks voice could be heard in the back of your mind.

When you awoke it was to the sun shining through the window at the furthest wall in the room. At first you felt no pain, but that quickly changed as you tried to sit up.

“You need to be careful Y/N.” Hoseok said as he pushed you down again.

“Your wounds are healing well, but you lost a lot of blood it will take some time for your system to adapt to that.” He explained while mixing herbs in a mortar.

“And Jimin? Did he awake yet?”

“Yes, he woke up the day before yesterday.” Hoseok answered making you flinch, how long had you been out?

“How long have I been sleeping?” You asked turning towards Hoseok who was still fidgeting with the herbs.

“Three days.” He mumbled.

“Three days?! I have to get up, the others will want Jimin in their custody.” You exclaimed as you stood up, for a moment the world spun around you and you fell to the bed again.

“Y/N! You have to stay in bed and let your body heal!”

“Hoseok, I agreed with Seokjin and the others that Jimin would be transferred to Josumi, 6 days after we got him. I have to see him.” You sighed and ruffled your already messy hair.

“And? Isn’t that good then we don’t have to worry about him.” Hoseok stated as his herbs were finally done. He turned you so your back was facing him, and started smearing the mix onto your wounds. You almost moaned when the cold mix touched your skin immediately relaxing it.

“Hoseok you know Josumi’s ways with people they deem traitors, they tortur them. If Jimin goes to Josumi it would mean even more chaos. Jimin would feel betrayed and he would make sure a war would start. I can’t let him go to Josumi.” You muttered in a small voice. You felt Hoseok slow his movements behind you. A sigh left you when you knew what Hoseok was going to say.

“Don’t tell me... Y/N? Do you still have feelings for the guy?” He asked his voice quiet.

You stayed quiet before Hoseok, not knowing how to answer. Did you have feelings for Jimin? You didn’t know, all you knew was that Jimin would not be going to Josumi. Josumi was a warm place filled with deserts of sand, and no places to hide. Jimins kind was not meant to be in an environment like that. Further more Yoongi was known to be a fair yet ruthless ruler, if he deemed someone unworthy of his time or trust he would make sure to find that persons weakest link and use it against them.

Even though Jimin had disrespected your kind, your pride and your feelings, you never wanted the things going on in Josumi to happen to him.

“Y/N, he betrayed you, he used your feelings against you! How can you still care about him when he doesn't deserve you?!” Hoseok ranted behind you while fuming around in the room.

You couldn’t blame Hoseok for being angry with you. It had been him who had seen you the queen of birds of prey at your worst, he had comforted you the night Jimin had made sure to tear you apart.

Jimin and you had known each other much longer than most people knew about. Your fathers had been good friends when you were younger. They often met in Tefany where they would put you and Jimin together to practice your training skills. You grew up each summer in Tefany with Jimin by your side. And each summer each of you bloomed even more. You were always so impatient for the summer break where your father would take you to Tefany and you could see your beloved friend, and crush.

You remember the long summer days with practice in the rose filled garden, and Jimins loving smiles. And the nights where you two would shift to your animals and run wild in the beautiful nature.

You also remember the summer where everything crashed, you were 17 then, Jimin 18.

“Jimin! What’s happening?!” You asked as you ran up to the fuming boy. The guards from the palace had woken you up and hurried you out of the castles walls. They had dragged you to the garden filled with roses of different colors where you found Jimin racing around.

“You let them right to us!!” Jimin roared at you his eyes turning yellow in the evenings darkness.

“W- what are you talking about?” Your voice quivered. You had never seen Jimin this upset before, his hair messy and his eyes filled hate. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared.

“The vampires! They are inside now! You let them to us when you insisted on taking that evening walk!!” Jimin shouted walking up to you and pushing you into a rose bush. Their thorns bore into your skin, you whimpered in pain and quickly fiddled out of the bush.

“What..? But we always take evening walks. I- I-” Childish tears of broken love rushed to the surface of your eyes and spilled on your blood kissed cheeks.

“I told you we should stay at the castle tonight! That there have been rurmors of vampires! And now look what you have done!!” Jimin had never looked at you like that, hate filed eyes just like the thorns in your skin.

“Y/N!” You heard your father’s secure voice yell as he came running from the castle with a few guards. You ran to his embrace crying into his shoulder. He didn’t know the true reason for your tears, only you and Jimin knew.

“My father?!” Jimin begged, and you felt your father’s embrace loosen as he looked over at the young boy’s hoping eyes.

“Jimin... H- he didn’t make it.”

That summer changed everything between you two, and your kingdoms. Jimins hatred towards you started wars. He was the new king of Valsinto, and only two years later when your father died you became queen of Felan.

Your pasts were unknown to the people, but between you two it was the reason for the wars between your kingdoms. The other rulers never understood what had started the obstacles between two well held kingdoms, suddenly there were just two rulers who hated each other.

Your biggest fear was for people to discover your past. That you were the reason for a kings death. And even if you had been told to not believe those words you could not stop believing in them.

It was your fault that Jimins soul was broken, and you were afraid to try and do anything about it. You hated him, and you hated yourself.

He had made sure to let the other kingdoms know that the reason behind the wars was you. He never told them anything about the night, only that you were the reason for it all.

You were done believing that you were at fault. And you were even more done being afraid of your past, it was time to embrace it.

On the nursing bed your tears spilled from your eyes just like that night so many years ago.

Hoseok sat down beside you and patted your arms. His anger always vanished when he saw his friend’s tears.

You had spent many years believing Jimins words, because you cared for him. It was that care that broke you over and over again.

He was blinded by his anger, he needed something to punch, and you so happened to be his punching bag.

but you were done being a punching bag, you were a proud creature, you weren’t weak anymore.

“Y/N, if you really love Jimin, you need to wake him up from his anger. You can’t keep standing by and let him hurt you.”

You knew that, but how were you supposed to make him realize what he was doing?

The day after you found yourself circling the entrance to the dungeons where you knew Jimin would be.

You had always played a big game in front of Jimin, never letting him see how his words hurt you. You may have feelings for the man, but you were first of all the queen of the kingdom Felan. If you showed your weakness to any of the four rulers it could have been used against you.

Now things had changed. If you didn’t show your weakness now, it could be catastrophic. Yoongi would be here tomorrow to pick up Jimin, and you had to figure out what Jimins plan was before he was taken away.

You knew he wouldn’t meddle with vampires no matter what, but you also knew that there in fact had been vampires on shapeshifter teoritory.

When you finally walked down the cold corridor you wanted to run up again. Yet you felt yourself move forward with a determination you didn’t know you had.

“Your majesty.” The cold hall was filled with guards by each of the cells housing the worst kinds of traitors and killers. As you walked by each of the guards bowed their head in respect, filling your heart with confidence.

The prisoners each yelled when they saw you who was the reason for their capturing. They rushed to the doors trying to break free and get the enjoyment of killing you. The look in their eyes frightened you deep down, but the royal blood which floated in your core forced you to lock eyes with them. Your eyes would never show the fear you had for them.

Fear for yourself had never reached you, it was the fear for others that really terrified you enough to show.

You reached the door at the end of the hallway too quickly for your own liking, you knew behind that door was your greatest everything in one person, your greatest war, greatest insecurity, greatest love, and all was placed in Jimin.

The door was opened for you by one of the guards and the sight behind it wasn’t idyllic.

Jimin was hung up by his hands, his head lulled forward and his legs barely standing. You could faintly hear drops of blood hit the floor. In the living light hung beside him his skin was painted in warm colors.

When you looked over the claw marks from your own hand you felt a pang of guilt, yet it was overwhelmed by the sadness he had caused you.

“Get a doctor. Take your time.” You said to the guard who had opened the door.

You stepped towards him with echoes following your high heels.

“Come here to mock?” You slowed as you heard his voice. It was deprived of water, yet there was still poison in his mouth.

You said nothing as you walked closer to his cage. When you were stood in front of him you waited till he lifted his head and looked at you. You weren’t sure how you looked in his eyes, if you look scared, sad or full of pity, all you knew was that finally for the first time you were truly angry at Jimin for the pain he had caused you.

All the anger you had never felt came rushing to you when you looked at him like this. All his punches had been for nothing? His malicious words was in vain, he had lost this battle.

And the worst thing: he lost the battle not to you, but to himself when he started engaging with vampires.

“Why...?” You hesitated, as if to keep your anger to yourself.

Jimin didn’t say anything, all he did was lift his weak lips into a smirk. The claw marks from his jaw to his cheek dripped blood to the smirk painting it in red.

“Why Jimin?!” You punched the bars in front of him, yet he didn’t flinch.

Jimins smirk faltered just the slightest, something you noted into your mind for later.

His head once again lulled down to hang from his shoulders, as if he didn’t want to carry the weights on his shoulders anymore. In your anger you opened the door in front of you and fumed over to him. Griping him by his jaw you heard him hiss, a thing which would have slowed you before, yet you kept pressing into his skin making him look into your eyes.

“why...” You whispered. The black in his pupils crumbled before you as the hurt in your eyes showed itself for the first time.

There was an unspoken understanding between you two, an understanding you had only ever felt 10 years ago. This new yet old connection between you two made a seed of hope bloom inside you, maybe he was still there.

Yet you didn’t know if it would change anything between you two, the damage was too big and your kingdoms had suffered because of your childish behavior, people had died.

You couldn’t allow yourself as the queen of your kingdom to fall for the man who had caused parents to die.

You sighed as you threw his face out of your hold.

“Why did you engage with vampires Jimin?” You demanded but like before he stayed silent before you. It irritated you.

“Look I am trying to help you here, tomorrow Yoongi will come to take you and we both know that his ways of getting information is much more remorseless than mine.” Your heels clicked for each step you took on the stone covered floor.

Jimin was dressed in clothes from the battle as he didn’t get a chance to change.

“Why should I believe you want to help me?” His raspy voice groaned as his shackles rattled. He tried to stand, but you saw how his legs gave up under him.

Suddenly you regretted saying the guard could take his time.

You walked up to him by his side and placed your arm on his back lifting some of his weight from the ground.

“Because I don’t hate you like you hate me. And unlike you I remember the times before that night.” You expressed making him look at you.

The two of you held the eye contact. His black ears atop his ebony filled hair twisted ever slightly.

“Y/N I didn-”

“Your majesty the doctor is here.” The guard interrupted making you sigh. You almost had him hooked around your finger, one more minute and you could have learned about his plans.

You knew Jimin didn’t corporate with vampires. But what he was doing with them was a mystery.

After you had let go of Jimin the doctor went up to the weak man and started tending his wounds. You stayed in the room together with the guard, keeping an eye on the panther.

Jimin had often made it clear he hated bird shifters, he didn’t deserve your trust yet.

You could see the struggles from the doctor when he had to tend the big wounds on Jimins stomach. His clothes was made of amor, something which was placed tightly to his body.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t get his shirt off without taking the shackles off your majesty.” He said with a bow.

“Take the shackles off.” You said to the guard beside you. The guard turned to you with a bewildered expression.

“But your majesty he could try to-”

“I said Take. Them. Off.” You commanded locking eyes with the guard who immediately followed your orders and walked over to release Jimin.

Jimin fell to the ground with a thud. He groaned as he took ahold of his sore wrists and massaged them. They were red with bruises all around from the shackles. You almost felt sorry. Almost.

“Hurry and stabilize him before he loses to much blood.” You said to the doctor and sat down on a small chair placed in the corner of the room.

Your own wounds were starting to feel sore, you would have to find Hoseok after and get some of that magical herb mix he had made. When you looked at Jimin and the way he twisted on the floor you considered lending him some of the mix as well.

When the doctor was finished Jimin had fallen asleep on the floor, his body shivering from the pain and the cold.

“His wounds doesn’t look to good, your majesty. I will have to keep check on him for a week or two too see if the medicin is working.” He said after cleaning the blood of his hands.

You cursed yourself for not having given him a doctor instantly after the fight, yet Jimin had given you no reason to care for him and he still hadn’t. But with Yoongi arriving tomorrow and Jimin being in such a bad condition, you knew there was a risk of him not making it through his visit in Josumi.

“We don’t even have two days doctor, mr. Yoongi will be arriving tomorrow to take him. Isn’t there something we can do now?” You urged. But the look on the doctors face said it all. Jimin would be dead if he didn’t get the right treatment, and it would be because of you.

“Hoseok what should I do?!”

After the incident you had gone straight to Hoseok searching his perspective on the situation. You needed a hawks eyes on this matter.

“First you need to calm down, you’re stressing your body with all this marching around.” He emphasized. His eyes followed your moving form marching around in his room.

You groaned as you took a seat on his bed.

“I still don’t understand why it’s so important to you. Jimin has done nothing to deserve your distress.” He said.

“I know.”

“Then why are you stressing so much over it?!” Hoseok exclaimed standing up from his old armchair making the legs of it squeak against the floor.

“Because Jimin knows something!!” You screamed at Hoseok as you too stood up facing him.

You saw how his anger slowly retreated and his shoulders relaxed. His eyes looked over your face- scrunched in absolute chaos, sadness, confusion, anger, confidence, determination, there were to many emotions on your face which Hoseok rarely saw, it scared him in a way.

You composed yourself, letting your hands sweep over your face and down your dress, after seeing your friend sigh.

“Hoseok I know you think I’m only this distressed because it’s Jimin, and we have a past...” You frowned remembering back to a few nights before you got to know of Jimins vampire business.

“But Jimin really does know something.”

Hoseok who had turned away from you frowned hearing your words. They sounded so serious, and in a moment he got the idea that there was something you weren’t telling him.

“What do you mean ‘Jimin knows something’? Is there something you’re not telling me Y/N?” He said still not looking at you but crossing his arms over his chest. It was clear he was hurt by you yelling at him.

“... There is.” You finally admitted making him spin towards you. His face was scrunched up, skepticism visible.

“You mean to say to me that there are informations you didn’t tell me?! For how long have you been keeping secrets?”

“Hoseok I’m not keeping secrets, you can trust me.” You walked towards him, but he walked backwards.

“You clearly have been keeping secrets if there are things you haven’t told me.” He yammered.

“I had to! Hoseok believe me when I say that the things going on right now is dangerous! It’s bigger than you, me, even Jimin! I was trying to protect you and Naia!” You begged fumbling towards your most trusted friend.

Hoseok and you had been friends ever since you could remember, your past went back to the same time as yours and Jimins. Hoseok had stood by your side through thick and thin, yet you knew that the one thing Hoseok hated was dishonesty, and right now it looked like you were the dishonest one.

When hearing your words and swallowing what you were saying Hoseok forced himself to calm down. He knew you wouldn’t try to hurt him on purpose.

“...Tell me what’s going on Y/N and I will help you figure out what to do.” He reasoned and sat down again. You could still see the anger in the twists of his eyebrows and the fiddling of his hands, but your happily took what he offered of peace.

You sat down in front of him on his bed.

“You remember two weeks before the news of Jimin interfering with vampires?”

Hoseok shook his head and looked to you with a questioning look.

“No, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything.”

In a fresh night of spring laughter could be heard from a small cottage placed in the outskirts of the village placed in the kingdom Felan. It was you, Hoseok and his wife Naia who finally found time to get together and enjoy wine over a meal.

“So you’re telling me, my husband flew straight into a tree when you played catch?” Naias light voice said making a laugh spring from your mouth.

“Yes! He was so into the game that he flew straight into the trunk.” You exclaimed making Naia roll over with her wineglass in hand.

“Hey! To my defends we were only 14 and I wasn’t very good at maneuvering!” Hoseok defended, but it only made it worse for himself, as Naias laughter intensified.

“Yea yea keep telling yourself that... Wait, is the time so many? I have to get back to the castle! They’ll be expecting me to a meeting at 9 o’clock.” You exclaimed getting up from your comfortable seat.

Hoseok and Naia both complained, but none the less followed you to the door to say their goodbyes.

That night you had on purpose let you horse stay back at the castle as you still loved your night walks. The night walks had followed you since you and Jimin had started doing them.

Thinking of him would always make your heart clench with sorrow. You never understood how he could get so angry at you, keep you at such a big distance, had he never felt anything for you?

You had walked through the woods in your own thoughts being totally lost in your head, when you had heard a weird sound. The sound didn’t only awake you from your thoughts it made hairs rise on your arms.

The sound had sounded like a vampires teeth sinking into flesh, a sound which had all your senses alert.

Though scared you walked towards the sound, you weren’t queen for nothing and if one of your citizens were in danger you would sacrifice your life.

“...what do you mean you don’t know?...” A voice you had never heard before said. It was a horrid voice, high pitched, only a vampire could have such voice.

“I mean I don’t know! The person won’t reveal themself, they write there’s too much at risk.” Another more well known voice whispered. You felt your nails grow when you heard the voice of your own royal adviser and how he was whispering together with the vampire.

The adviser had been in your family for years, he had served your father before yourself. You couldn’t understand what he was doing with a vampire.

The voices became louder as you came closer to the culprits. Your dress was lifted in your hands to not make a sound. You would’ve shifted into your falcon if it wasn’t because they would hear you.

“Find out who it is! I need more information! The last piece and we got them.” The voice spat.

You tried to get closer to get a look of the vampire, but it was limited how close you could get before the vampire would smell your blood.

“All our planning for years will finally be fulfilled. We just need him dead.” The vampire whispered before eventually it was gone in the blink of an eye. You couldn’t feel the presence of it anymore.

“Wait! What does this even mean Y/N?” Hoseok wondered out. Even though he understood the words coming from your mouth he couldn’t connect the dots.

You sighed sitting on the edge of the bed with your fists full of hair.

“Don’t you understand Hoseok?! There are spies everywhere giving information to the vampires! Hell we didn’t even realize Jasper was on their side, yet he has been giving information to them always!” You whisper-shouted at your best friend.

It was as if a light opened in Hoseoks eyes when you put it that way.

“They have been planning for years Hoseok... Every little attack which has happened was planned, every detail in our meetings they know, they know everything about every of our kingdoms.” You whispered your voice hopeless.

Hoseok walked over to sit beside you and you felt his arm give you a squish into him.

“When I found out about Jasper I took him and a few trusted guards with me to a safe house no one but I knew the location of... There I got him to talk.” You explained.

The memories of Jasper in that house still filled you with horror. The things you made yourself do to get information out of him disgusted you, but you knew it had to be done, he couldn’t be trusted.

“Did you know that the attack all those years ago was planned? The attack back in Tefany...” You said and Hoseok quickly caught up to your words.

“Wait... but that means-”

“It wasn’t my fault. Me and Jimin didn’t lead any vampires back with us to the castle, they already had everything planned. It wasn’t me who killed Jimins father. That’s why I’ve been so chaotic- Everything I believed was false, I don’t know if I hate Jimin, love him, or if i hate myself, love myself. I just don’t know anymore.” You said tears finally prickling underneath your eyes.

To think that you had blamed yourself for so many years, that Jimin blamed you, and finding out it wasn’t your fault made all the weights on your shoulders float away. It was as if someone pulled you up from overflooding water and made you breath again, but then they dumped you in all the chaos.

“Well this is both terrific and good.” Hoseok said and you could only chuckle in agreement. Good for you that it wasn’t you who was at fault, terrific because if it wasn’t an accident it meant something bigger was roaming around. Something messed up in the royal activities.

“You said the vampire mentioned someone having information, I assume a traitor or spy? But wasn’t there also another person they wanted dead? Someone who knew too much maybe?” Hoseok asked whereas you nodded.

“Do you know who any of them is?” He asked.

“No... Jasper didn’t know who the traitor was and he wouldn’t tell me who the vampires wanted to kill... I did get- get some kinds of hints though.” You said uncertainty in your tone.

“Now listen to me Jasper... We can do this the easy way or the hard way. As far as I’m concerned the easy way isn’t as hard to clean up afterwards, but you decide.” You explained making the old man before you gulp.

“You don’t scare me Ms. Y/N. I’ve known you since you were a baby, you won’t hurt me.” Jasper said his trembling telling you of his hypocrisy.

“Tell me who is it that shares important information with the vampires?” You demanded, but Jasper stayed silent.

You took ahold of his wrinkled hands tied to the chair, and there your nails grew to their full extent cutting into his skin slowly and painfully. His cries echoed in the room, making some of your soldiers turn away.

“Let’s try again. Who shares our information with the vampires?” You again commanded this time your voice stronger and closer to his ear.

“I don’t know who it is! I was trying to find out for the vampires so they could get some specific information they needed!” He whimpered making you retreat your nails from his hands.

“Surely if you’ve tried to solve this, you must have a clue. Tell me.” This time you grabbed around his neck. Beneath your fingers his pulse was beating in the mercy of your hand, one cut and it was over for your old adviser. He whimpered louder than before.

“Alright! Alright! All I know is that it’s someone from high ranks! The information they had is top classified.” He shouted.

“How high ranks?” You asked letting your nails touch the thin skin on his neck.

“Ranks as in the kings and queens!”

You had stopped there taking two steps back. Your soldiers had look confused of the snippets they were hearing. You had known this vampire thing were serious, yet that there was a chance at your own collogues being the culprits- that took you by surprise.

“There was someone who the vampires wanted to kill, who?” You continued. Jasper saw how your eyes darkened when he revealed that your royal friends weren’t as friendly as you originally thought. He saw the child he had known fade away in front of his eyes, and that frightened him.

You never had mercy for traitors.

“I- I won’t tell you.” He stammered. You slowly walked over to him and leaned your sleek form over him. If he wasn’t going to tell you, then you would make him.

“If you don’t tell me... I will make sure to paint my white roses red with your blood, whereafter I will make the vampires lick the petals clean.” You said making a promise to him which you would not break.

You would make his skin open like a zipper and watch the blood flow out of him, like classic vampire style. Only you didn’t do it for your own pleasure, you did it for your people.

“You can do what you want, I fear the vampires more than I fear you. But it’s funny to know that you’ve already seen the cry of help, from him.” Jasper said a hysterical laughter running out of his mouth.

“So, what does that mean? ‘You’ve already seen the cry for help from him’?” Hoseok phrased making you shrug.

“I’ve tried to figure that out for weeks now. Ever since the night I heard the vampire and Jasper I’ve been alert of the royals, I have my own spies in every kingdom, but they haven’t gotten anything.” You explained as you again started marching around in Hoseoks room.

“Why didn’t you inform me of this sooner Y/N? You’ve been going around with this on your shoulders, it has been stressing you out.” Hoseok said as his eyes followed you.

“I didn’t want to drag you into this game. For them it’s all a big game of thrones which they laugh at when they play. For us it’s life or death. If the wrong people find out that we know this much it’s over. We don’t know who we can or can’t trust.” You explained.

“Let’s sum up what we know so far.” Hoseok said making you stop and nod in agreement. There was so much to keep track of.

“We know that the vampires is planning something, and that they have been planning for years. We know that Jasper was a spy for them, and he’s dead. We know that there are two people who is very important to us right now: One who is a traitor, and one who could have informations which might give us the win.” Hoseok listed one after another, you nodded for each thing he said.

“But I don’t understand what all of this has to do with Jimin, you said that he knows something.” Hoseok recalled.

You walked over to his desk leaning your form on it and crossed your arms over your chest.

“If I’m honest I don’t know if he knows something. But it was all just too suspicious, two weeks after I found out about Jasper and Jimin is found corporating with vampires. I know he would never work together with vampires. He hated me for thinking I lead a vampire to his father, he hates them even more for actually killing him.” You explained not looking into his eyes. You knew Hoseok would be skeptical of your reasoning, but he hadn’t known Jimin like you had.

Jimin was a man of honor, even if he had hurt you in ways you couldn’t forgive he still had dignity. He wouldn’t ever corporate with vampires.

“Y/N did you ever consider that maybe Jimin is the one giving informations to the vampires?” Hoseok asked. He noticed how your face frowned just the slightest bit.

“Think about it, maybe he blames you so much that in his hatred towards you he forgot who the real enemy is. He could have been the one leaking informations.” Hoseok explained trying to convince you. You shook your head refusing to believe what he was saying.

“No because I think that’s what they wants us to believe.” You argued, but you could already see that none of you were giving up.

You were about to give another argue when a light bubble lit up in your mind thinking back to your words.

If you were right and the vampires wanted you and the other royals to believe that Jimin was the villain, then maybe it was truly because he was the victim.

You stopped yourself from continuing making Hoseok frown. He could see on your face that you thought of something, as if something important flashed in your head.

“Hoseok I just got an idea.” You implied. You walked with determined steps over to his chamber door and was about to walk out when he stopped you.

“Wow, hey stop! What are you thinking Y/N? Tell me!” He grabbed your arm and made you turn towards him.

“Hoseok I swear I will tell you, but I need to find out if my theory is true. I’ll come back in an hour or two.” You said as you wriggled out of his hold and ran out of his door.

Hoseok stood quietly and looked after you as your dress flowed after your retreating form. A curse left his lips when he realized that you were slowly slipping out of his reach to save.

After the episode with Hoseok you ran straight to your own room to find the letter Jimin had send you not too long ago.

After it had been discovered that Jimin and the vampires were working together and it had been settled that you would go to war against Jimin, he had send you a very hateful letter.

At that time you had been confused with all that was going on, you hadn’t known what to believe.

Now that you finally figured out what to believe and what not to believe you understood the words of Jasper. ‘You’ve already seen the cry of help, from him’

If Jimin really was the victim, and you had seen a cry of help from him, then maybe this letter was more than just hateful words. You hoped that there was a message in it you hadn’t seen before, a message like you and Jimin used to make when you would send each other letters after each summer.

If there was that would mean you were right, and Jimin was targeted to die because he had discovered something he shouldn’t have.

You ran around your room throwing your drawers open to find the letter. You knew you had kept it, you kept everything Jimin send you.

After the third drawer you finally found the letter. You remember the first time you read it. It had been in the silence of the night with only one candlelight to keep you company. At first you had screamed in anger while throwing it away. A little later you found yourself biting into your thumb to keep your sobs to yourself.

As you read through it again there was still the same hurting feelings somewhere, yet they were hidden by your determination.

To miss Y/N, ruler of Felan.

.I curse your name to the devil every time I .need to hear it. .Your kind has always been a disgust. Always begging others for .help. And it is you, .Y/N, who rules over that race.

.I .am sickened by your .innocent act. .Please, it was you who killed my father, and that the others .trust you is a mystery to .me.

.Don’t think that I will ever .trust you again. .Anyone .else could hurt you and I wouldn’t care.

- .Jimin.

When you were done reading the letter a laughter escaped you. How could you not have seen the message?

I need your help, Y/N. I am innocent. Please trust me. Don’t trust anyone else. - Jimin.

Knowing Jimin was the person the vampires wanted dead terrified you. Right now Jimin was set to go to Josumi tomorrow, he had some heavy injuries because of you, and everyone in the five kingdoms was suspecting him.

You couldn’t prove him innocent. Only if you found the true traitor who had been giving the vampires clues about royal affairs, if you found that person, then it could prove Jimins innocence.

You ran with the letter in your hand down through the big empty hallways of your castle. The guards who usually would stand and keep and eye of the castle weren’t anywhere to see. You knew something was wrong, someone had ordered the guards away from their posts.

When you reached the dungeons you felt shivers hit your skin, the coldness from down there seemed to be more relentless than before.

Your steps echohed in the corridors, just as before there were prisoners shouting at you, you hurried past them finally reaching Jimins door and when you pulled it open you were about to greet him, but stopped suddenly.

“Hoseok? What are you doing here?” You asked in the doorway. Hoseok was standing in front of Jimins cage his back turned to you.

But when he turned there was a smile on his lips, the same loving look in his eyes and sigh leaving his mouth.

“I was just checking if you were down here. I couldn’t understand why you suddenly left before, but I knew it had something to do with Jimin.” He said.

You looked at your best friend, he was the same as always nothing suspicious about him, yet the feeling in your gut told every of your senses to run.

“Yea, well you were right Hoseok. I was blinded by my past with Jimin to see that it’s him who is leaking our informations. I should have listened to you, I’m sorry.” You lied as you walked over to him and gave him a hug which he happily welcomed.

“I will let Yoongi take him tomorrow, they will know what to do with him.” You said looking at Jimin who’s face was a little swollen from the scars you had given him.

His eyes begged you not to do it. You could see it clear as day in him how his fright shined through. Jimin was weak and dying in that cell.

“Please... Y/N...” Jimin whimpered, but you were pulled out of the room by Hoseok who shook his head.

“He really thinks he can manipulate you with his tears.” He said walking with you out of the dungeons hand in arm.

“Yea... What a fool.” You said with hurt in your eyes, but instead of it being for Jimin, this time it was for the friendship you knew you were losing as you looked over at the same old Hoseok.

You stayed up wandering around in your room till 12 at midnight wondering if it really could be true.

“What do you mean ‘Jimin knows something’? Is there something you’re not telling me Y/N?”

“Why didn’t you inform me of this sooner Y/N? You’ve been going around with this on your shoulders, it has been stressing you out.”

“Think about it, maybe he blames you so much that in his hatred towards you he forgot who the real enemy is. He could have been the one leaking informations.”

Could Hoseok really be a spy?

You didn’t want to believe it, he had always been there for you, always listened to you. Always managed to make you laugh. And then what about Naia? Was she a spy too?

But with every excuse you made it only confirmed the lie. When you really thought about it you remembered all his victorious smirks when you told him of news in the royal affairs, you remember how he was always overly sweet as if it was forced.

Naia too had always smirked evilly in the shadows of your eyesight.

Again your heart shattered because of the war, but this heart wasn’t going to come back, you knew you had lost your best friend - a best friend you never had in the beginning.

Hoseok was a spy, and he knew you were close to the truth, too close to the truth. If you didn’t run now you were just as dead as Jimin.

That was why you walked down to the dungeons one last time this night. Jimin and you had to get out of the castle. As Jimin wrote there wasn’t anyone else you could trust, you couldn’t even trust your own friends.

Your breath was quietly panting as you moved down the stairs of the dungeon. All the prisoners were sleeping, making it easy for you to slip past them.

At the end of the hall a guard stood guarding Jimins room. You walked over to him your chin high.

“Your majesty what are you doing here at this time?” He asked a surprised look on his face.

“That’s truly none of your concern, but if you want to know then Mr. Seokjin asked me to take Jimin to Josumi myself. I leave with him tonight.” You said and luckily it worked because the guard stepped aside and let you get through.

When the doors opened Jimin was already looking over at you confused. He had heard you two out there using his exceptional good hearing. He frowned looking at you running over to his door and realising his handcuffs.

“Y/N? What is happening?” He asked looking at your serious features. He knew you had been lying to that guard, but what your true intentions were was still unknown.

“No time for questions Jimin, we have to get out of here.” You said and hooked his arms around your shoulder which he happily complied to. You lifted him with all your strength.

“When we’re out of Felan you can shift to your panther once again and heal. Then we’ll run, you’ll have to follow me.” You explained as you together walked out of the dungeons. The guard kept looking after you, but he didn’t ask questions that wasn’t his job after all.

You could feel how Jimin was holdning onto you tightly almost begging you not to let him go. His ears atop of his head twisted in every way listening if there was anyone after you two.

“I hear Hoseok talking to someone in the hallway over there.” Jimin whispered and pointed to a hallway behind you two which you knew let to your chamber. Your eyes widened realizing that Hoseok was probably going to your room to kill you.

“We have to hurry Jimin. Hoseok can-”

“can’t be trusted I know.” He finished for you.

Jimin walked faster rushing the way you were leading him. He could feel how the stiches your doctor had made were popping up one after another, he wanted to scream in pain yet he had to stay quiet in order to not get attention.

You were almost running along with Jimin, your legs were throbbing from caring his weight, but you kept going.

You had just reached outside of the castle when you heard guards shouting orders around. You and Jimin locked eyes both knowing they had discovered your disappearance.

Both you and Jimin upped the speed to a new level. Even with your training as a soldier you were exhausted, there was a major wound on your back, which was still extremally painful and there was a moisty taste of iron in your mouth. When you looked over at Jimin he wasn’t doing much better.

The wound from his jaw was bleeding, and there was salvia hanging from his mouth. He looked as if he would faint in any moment.

You saw the edge of the somber forest just as Jimin informed you that the guards had found you.

“They have found us Y/N, they’re talking about how they can see us.” He said with his ears twisted backwards.

You looked behind yourself and Jimin and true enough, with your good sight you could see the guards some meters away from you. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear that some of them shifted into their birds to fly after you.

“You have to run Jimin! When you reach the forest you can shift and heal. I’ll keep them occupied.” You yelled pushing him forward and stopping yourself.

When you turned back feathers broke out from your skin and your mouth grew into a beak. It took seconds for you to shift.

Those seconds were enough for the first guards to reach you.

When the first one came they tried to dug under you to get to Jimin, but you blocked them and with your claws tore through one of the wings. The bird howled and crashed into the harsh ground with a bang.

You didn’t enjoy hurting your own guards, but there was nothing else to do but fight.

When the second guard came they took the fight with you instead of trying to get to Jimin.

The guard plunged into you with the strength of their harpy eagle and thereby flung you around in the air. When you finally recomposed he was already on his way to Jimin and more was coming towards you.

Jimin wouldn’t make it in time to the forest before the harpy eagle, so you quickly flew up into the sky and there dove down to the harpy eagle.

Your peregrine falcon was the fastest bird in the world, so with the dive you reached the eagle on seconds and with your claws ready to attack you took the harpy eagle out.

Jimin who had heard the fight not far behind him turned to see what was happening. Your feathers were splattered with blood as you tossed another bird away from you resulting in it crashing to the ground.

You kept fighting them one by one buying Jimin time, but more kept coming and you were getting tired. New scars had been made by the guards and the old one was slowly popping up in the stitches.

When you were at you lowest and there was a group consisting of 6 birds coming towards you all birds bigger than yourself you knew fleeing was the only option.

But as you turned a black stribe shot forward picking up the fight where you left it. You watched on the sideline as Jimin fought against the birds in his large panther.

His hind legs consisted of an incredible muscle, which made him able to reach absurd heights.

He would jump into the air and grib onto one of the birds while they tried to get some damage done, but it was impossible for them to take the panther down.

You on the other hand wasn’t doing as well as Jimin. Your body was giving up because of tiredness resulting in you changing back to human.

Jimin heard you hit the ground behind him with a thud. He looked back to your form lying lifelessly of the ground smudged in blood from your old and new wounds.

Worry filled his body when he saw you there on the ground, so when he had fought the last soldier of the big group he ran towards you and raised you onto his back.

Soldiers were shouting behind him as they tried to reach him, but he ran off into the woods with you on his back and a beating heart in his throat.

The sun streaming in through dusty windows and the smell of freshly baked buns woke you from a sleep you weren’t aware you were in. Your body were clothed in new more comfortable clothes than the ones you had on yesterday.

When you realized you didn’t know the place you were in panic erupted in you. You managed to get out of bed and take a few steps around before you remembered last night.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” A voice sounded behind you, when you turned it was to Jimins worried face. He was clothed in trousers and a beige earthly shirt. He looked good standing with the sun hitting his eyes coloring them light brown, his hair was damp with drops still dripping to the ground.

“W- where are we?” You asked ignoring Jimins question.

The room you were in seemed to be a living room with connected kitchen. Every corner was decorated with plants of different greens and small nips you usually would see in a witch cottage. The colors were earthly and balanced.

Wherever you two were it was homely and light, it made you feel good.

“It’s my mothers old cottage.” Jimin explained.

You had never met Jimins mother, it had always been his father with him in Tefany, but when you were younger Jimin would often mention her. He used to tell you stories of her cottage and how her genes made him available to heal extremally fast whenever he was shifted to his panther.

Now that you stood in the cottage you understood his joy for it. The home smelled like fresh flowers and buns which you could spot on top of the kitchen counter.

Your stomach growled loudly making Jimins ears twist. A smile lifted to his face hearing your stomach, he walked over to the buns and threw one to you, softly yelling ‘catch’.

You looked down on the bun in your hand, golden brown and still warm.

When you teeth sunk into the soft bun and you felt the bread on your tongue a low moan of approval left you. The bun was surprisingly good. When you swallowed it was as if your pain went away, your back no longer hurting and your legs ready to run a marathon.

“It’s my mothers recipe, it should cure scars and wounds of all kinds.” Jimin explained.

You frowned going over to a mirror standing by the couch you checked to see your back, and true enough when you looked there was nothing. You heard Jimin sigh in relief - he didn’t want to be the cause of a deep scar on your back.

Looking over at him there was a thankful expression on your face, Jimin melted just the slightest bit seeing your adorable cheeks full of the bread he had baked. When he looked at you like this remembering back to yesterday night he couldn’t understand how he ever could’ve caused you pain in the first place.

You saved him last night.

And now you were so pretty almost flimsy in front of him. When he looked at you standing in his beloved mothers cottage in one of her old dresses he felt his heart beat a little faster for each blink of your eyes.

“Did you find my message?... In the letter?” Jimin asked pulling himself out of the trance named you.

“At first no, but later I did.” You answered. Jimin walked past you to sit in the couch, he turned to you signaling you over to the couch before him.

“You know we have a lot to talk about.” He said and you nodded in agreement, taking the seat he had offered the two of you fell into an easy yet heavy talk about the things you had found out, everything that you knew of the kingdoms and their rulers.

There was still one ruler who worked together with vampires on the loose, and they had to be stopped.

“What is it you know that they wanna kill you for?” You asked, maybe he knew more than you, yet you had an idea that Jimin knew just as much as you did, and if that was true your name was now too on the list of wanted dead.

“I caught one of my servants getting a letter from a vampire, it smelled like death. When I read it there was written that their plans on destroying the kingdoms would soon begin. That was months ago. I stopped their plan by finding all the spyes they had in my kingdom and killing them for treachery. Without the spyes in my kingdom they couldn’t carry out their plans.” Jimin explained.

You nodded hearing him talk, yet there was one thing which you had to know, there was one thing that was bugging you.

“Did you know they planned that night? That night in Tefany 10 years ago?” You asked, Your eyes were plastered to your shaking hands, your breaths was heavy. Jimin could hear your breathing from his spot.

When you saw Jimins own hands sneaking on top of yours and holding them tightly you felt sparks in your stomach. The heavy breathing slowed with his own and your eyes finally looked into his soft brown orbs.

“I found out from one of my spyes a few months before they framed me for being in lead with vampires.” Jimin said.

“Th- then why did you never write o- or see me? You never apologized!” You exclaimed distraught. You tried standing up to walk away from Jimin, but he grabbed your wrist forcing you to stay.

“Y/N listen to me. I am truly sorry over the way I’ve been treating you all these years... If I could take it back I- I would. I wanted to apologize- to hug you even, ever since I found out that it wasn’t our fault that night. It was never your fault, no matter if it had been an accident or not, it wasn’t your fault.” You could hear his voice break a few times and you could feel the small droplets hit your skin painting it with sorrow, yet you couldn’t turn around to look at him.

You wanted to be angry at him, and to stay angry at him- him who had caused you so much pain and self-loath for the past 10 years. But there was no anger in you to be found, only regret that those years were spent like they were, in a lonely castle without a real reason for keep going.

“I would have written to you, but at that time I didn’t know who I could trust, maybe there was someone in your castle who would have read my letter and killed you for it. And then I was accused of working with vampires and I knew you would hate me. Besides it would be suspicious if I suddenly didn’t hate you anymore, maybe the vampires would have thought that I was working together with you. I- I couldn’t put you in that kind of danger.” Jimin continued. When you heard his reasoning his voice softly smoothing in through every cell in your body, you finally understood.

You understood that maybe you weren’t the only one with feelings for the other. You understood Jimin for the first time in your life. Because you and Jimin found each other there in the middle of a war surrounded by demons pulling and twisting you away from each other, but it wouldn’t succeed for them this time.

You turned around with Jimins hand still holdning your wrist and his hair still damp and dripping drops of water onto you, and there you hugged him. He hugged you back, he hugged you back with an intensity you never had imagined.

The suns waves were illuminating the two of you through the rose filled windows and making your shadows small under your feet.

The next couple days were filled with laughter and healing. You and Jimin had decided to take some days off, no thinking about the war, no thinking about the kingdoms - only fun times with laughter and times of resting to get back energy.

Today Jimin had insisted in introducing you to the forest around you. You had been curious to see the forest from inside which looked so enchanting from the windows of the cottage.

You were on barefoot feeling the damp grass under your feet. You could smell all kinds of different flowers and animals.

“Keep up Y/N!” He yelled from inside the forest. You stood outside of it admiring the pixels of dust there seemed to be soaring in the air.

“I’m coming!” You yelled back and softly ran into the forest.

When you spotted Jimin he was sat squatted down with his back to you. You walked up to him letting your hands rustle through his light hair, it was soft from the shower he took this morning.

“See.” Was the only thing he said as he leaned back into your legs, giving you space to see what he was doing.

Down in Jimins hands were a little beige colored rabbit, rubbing it’s head into his hands and making small sounds you could barely hear. You were surprised the rabbit was so comfortable with a predator like Jimin and yourself.

“How can it be so comfortable with you?” You asked looking at Jimin who was already smiling up at you.

“I think it’s my mother it can sense in me. She used to be protector and feeder of these small guys- all of them actually.” Jimin said and pointed out over the forest where you suddenly could spot all kinds of forest animals.

There were tons of rabbits jumping towards you and Jimin, there were dears walking around the trees, there were squirrels and foxes, and a variety of birds. The forest was full of life.

Jimin looked at your stunned face with an awe in his eyes, he could see your excitement yet it was dulled down by nervousness.

“You wanna hold one of them?” He asked and gestured to another little white rabbit jumping towards you and sniffing the air.

“Won’t they get scared of me? I don’t have your mother in my genes.” You explained making Jimin chuckle. He laid the rabbit he was holding down, picked the white rabbit up and held it out to you. You took a step back still scared you would stress the little thing in Jimins hands.

“They won’t get scared of you Y/N, they can sense you’re no danger. It’s just like us when we’re in animal form. You don’t get scared of someone who doesn’t want to hurt you right?” He reasoned and you nodded softly at that.

Feeling yourself relax you took a step forward again and held out your hands to welcome the little guy. When Jimin laid the rabbit in your hold, you couldn’t stop awe-ing over how small it was.

The fur was soft and fluffy and it’s tail wacked. There were small noises coming from it as it began to make itself comfortable in your arms.

When you looked up to Jimin to show him your excitement you were surprised to find him already going around and greeting the animals as if they were old friends. You had thought he stood by you all along and that that was the reason for the rabbit being so calm with you.

You sat down on the ground with the little rabbit in your hold and it wasn’t long before more rabbits came towards you. They overflooded your lap with small whacking tails and long ears.

You laughed looking at them fighting for a good spot in your lap. When they calmed you looked up to see where Jimin was, he hadn’t walked far away knowing you would probably like if he was in sight.

Jimin was stood in front of a big deer bug, it’s antlers reached over his head. You eyes widen seeing such a royal looking animal- just like Jimin. Seeing them stand in front of each others like that almost doubled the awe you had for Jimin.

You had always liked Jimin to an extent were you couldn’t forget about him even when it hurt you, but having been together with him these couple of days, seeing a new and softer side to Jimin was melting something away in you.

Suddenly you never wanted to go back to your beloved castle and your people, you never wanted to be the queen of Felan and have respect from everyone. You wanted to stay in this cottage with your animal friends, baked buns in the morning and herbal tea in the afternoon, and most off all you wanted to wake up beside Jimin every morning to a smile making moons in his eyes and the sun shining down on you to warm up your bodies entwined with one another.

That was what you wanted.

And maybe someday you would have that.

“Well I see there was nothing to worry about.” Jimin said laughing seeing your lap and arms full of fur balls in different colors and sizes. You smiled up at him and rubbed one of the rabbits behind it’s ear.

“That’s Jungkook.” Jimin told you and pointed towards a black rabbit a bit bigger than the others sitting beside you.

“He’s a shifter too, he protects the rabbits from danger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in human form. Y’know it’s normal for some shifters to-”

“To stay in their animal form their whole life.” You finished smiling up at Jimin. Sometimes he forgot you were a ruler too, knowing just as much as he did about shifters.

“If this is Jungkook, then who was the deer bug?” You asked looking over to find the deer Jimin had talked with, but he was already gone.

“That’s Namjoon. A shifter too as you may noticed. He’s the true protector of this forest. He lives in it and always makes sure to keep unwelcome guests out. Some call him the king of the forest.” Jimin explained with a smile as he sat down in front of you and caressed Jungkook behind one of his black ears.

A little time with comfortable silence passed before Jimin again spoke.

“I was thinking if you’d wanna take a flight through the forest, then I’d be up for taking a run.” Jimin said making you look up at him with wide eyes. Was it really okay for you too shift when your animals were both predators?

“Yes, it’s okay for us to shift even though we’re predators Y/N.” Jimin said reading your mind. An embarrassed smile crossed your face.

You really did need to shift soon, you could feel your bird getting impatient to get some wind under the wings, and it would be nice to take a stroll with Jimin, like you used to.

The rabbits each hopped down from you when they felt you stir and when the last was down you stood up.

“Well I could really use the flight.” You said a smile on your face. And just minutes after you and Jimin were shifting.

Jimin watched as feathers broke through your skin, as you mouth formed into a beak and your arms grew into wings. It looked so painful, yet elegant. Your normal eye color splashed into jet black reminding him of his own fur.

He felt something homely every time you and him shifted together, it brought him back to the time before the war, to a time were you and him did everything together.

The times back in Tefany were you would look at him with adorable admiration, because he always managed to protect you from the guards whenever you did something you weren’t supposed to.

Childhood with you and him had been innocent and pure, the truest things he had felt in life was in his childhood with you.

Jimin planted his large paws to the ground looking over at you with a glint in his eyes - then he ran.

He was already far away when you shrieked and flew into the air.

You reached him quickly. The jet black panther ran beneath you on the forest floor. His muscles clenched and unclenched as large roots laid underneath his paws.

You couldn’t help but watch closely how his back muscles moved under that heavy fur. You wanted to paint your hands black with his fur. You wanted to get your hands through the fur and feel his skin.

Your wings carried you down closer to Jimin, you could almost feel his fur with your claws like this. You reached down to his ear and nipped with your yellow beak making a purr erupt from the panther underneath you.

The forest around you was quiet. There was no animals in sight, only trees and bushes.

After a while of running you could feel Jimin slow down underneath you. You looked down at him and saw his teeth out and his ears flipping around listening after something you couldn’t hear.

You knew something was wrong. Jimin wouldn’t growl at other animals, and you yourself felt movement around the two of you.

Jimin stopped under you and you found a spot in a tree to land.

His chest was low, almost touching the ground. He was in attack stance.

This wasn’t good. You couldn’t see anyone around, but you had a bad feeling, as if you were being watched from somewhere.

“I gotta say it’s impressive, how you two managed to avoid getting caught back in Felan. But the games end here.” You wanted to howl when you heard the familiar feminin voice.

Of the three rulers who stood back you had been sure it wasn’t Selina who was the traitor. She had always been to innocent, a little too sweet to ever be able to do such a thing, but apparently that had all been an act.

You thought back to the meeting between four of five kingdoms were you had discussed Jimins fate. Selina had been so genuine concerned, asking you why you hadn’t shared your informations with the rest of the kingdoms. She was genuine concerned on her own behalf.

“Y’know when Jimin found out that there was one of the rulers who couldn’t be trusted, I was so afraid if he knew it was me. I had to find a way quickly to get him out of the picture.�� Selina said as she finally revealed herself from a dark corner in the forest.

“I never told the vampires or any of the spies who I was, exactly for this reason, so no one could ever find out it was me. But Jimin knew it was one out of four, so he could easily find out it was me. At first I sent a trusted spy, one you knew well Y/N. Jasper was obsessed with finding my true identity, so I promised him if he killed Jimin I would reveal my name.” Selina said with a smirk playing on her lips.

She was confident, walking around without a weapon and she couldn’t shift without water.

“But then Y/N- you overheard his little meeting with one of the vampires, and you prevented him from killing Jimin. I knew I had to be even more careful now, I needed you to believe it was Jimin who was the traitor, so I planted vampires in his castle and made everyone believe he was the betrayer.” Selina hissed with bitterness in her voice.

She was aggressive in her stance, anger clear in her blue eyes.

“Why didn’t you believe the evidence when you even had it yourself, you had spies telling you Jimin was with the vampires, yet you didn’t believe it, Why?!”

She glared up at you her teeth in her mouth growing sharp.

You shrieked before flying down and landing beside Jimin. Your falcon was caring you now, taking over for you and forcing you to show her, to show yourself.

She nipped Jimin at his snout, kissing his cheek and leaning into his fur, which you had wanted to through the whole run, your bird did it for you showed everyone your true feelings for Jimin who purred beside you.

“Ah... I see. You still have feelings for him. Him who betrayed you when my mother killed his father. Him who crushed you to the ground because he blamed you for the killing of his father.” Selina mused. She laughed loudly bending over and mocking you.

You didn’t get hurt by it, but it was clear that Jimin beside you was getting angry. His teeth were out in a growl and his legs were clenching- ready to attack.

“Should I tell her about that night Jimin?” Selina asked with innocent eyes. He growled louder beside you, he took a step forth almost going for her throat, but you stopped him by jumping in front of him and turning to her.

You knew her words were poisonous, but one other thing about Selina- Her kind couldn’t lie.

“That night 10 years ago when you broke Y/N’s heart! You know which night right?” She asked looking at you. You knew exactly which night. There was only that one night were Jimin really broke your heart.

“It’s your fault! Your fault that he died! I lost everything because of you and your childish behavior!”

“I hope I never have to see your ugly face again! And your stupid feelings! Did you really think I’d want you? You and your stupid bird. I want someone who can handle themselves, someone who’s beautiful, intelligent, funny! You will never be any of those things. You’ll always stay an ugly murderer!”

“He really told you off didn’t he?” Selina laughed. Jimin jumped over you with a roar and launched out after her, but before he could even touch her Jimin was pulled away by a familiar bird.

“Ah Hoseok! Right on time!” Selina said and clapped her hands. Hoseok who too was in shift, carried Jimin away from Selina and with his claws held him to the ground.

You squeaked and flapped your wings looking over at Jimin getting dirt in his face and blood flowing from Hoseoks claws.

You were about to fly over and attack Hoseok when Selina interrupted.

“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that Y/N! You see if you as much as move one step towards Jimin Hoseok will rip his face apart! And you know he will!” Selina yelled looking over at Hoseok and smirking.

You stayed put, not moving a feather as you looked with sad eyes over at Jimin. He was looking at you too, communicating with his eyes, telling you to run. But you couldn’t- you wouldn’t.

“Were was I? Oh! That’s right, I was telling Y/N about out lovely night together Jimin! You remember it, right? How your fingers traced my breast, my hips down to my legs. Oh how you moaned that night! ‘Don’t stop! Keep going!” Selina laughed like a maniac when she looked over the two of you.

You who had given up fighting only listening to her words while falling to the ground in deverstation, and Jimin who was roaring and scratching to get out of Hoseoks hold to rip herself into pieces.

Like the sun shining brightly and getting blocked by a million clouds filled with flowing sadness, that was how you felt when you heard that Jimin had gone to Selina that night 10 years ago. The words he had said was nothing compared to the thought of him being with anyone else.

“And to think that you would actually die for this man. Him who has caused you nothing, but pain.” Selina continued this time pity in her voice, and her pity hugged your form like slimy sweat.

“Y/N. Believe me or not when I say I don’t want to kill you. You and I... we’re the only women to rule over a kingdom, and those men has always looked down upon us! You deserve respect! We deserve respect! Join me and together we will rule all of the five kingdoms! We will, with the help from the vampires, throw the kings off their thrones and take them! You and me together is undefeatable!”

You could hear in her voice she was confident that you would agree, she knew you were devastated, angry, and she was trying to use your emotions against everything you love?! Your people! Your fellow rulers! The peace! She was trying to make you betray that... She was trying to make you betray Jimin.

Carefully you pulled your form up from the ground. Even with no scars on your body, it was hurting as if a million knifes were stabbed into you. But you stood up proudly like your animal.

There in front of Selina, in front of Hoseok- your former best friend, and in front of Jimin, the man who had made you like this- Proud, a fighter, loyal. He who in your childhood had showed you love like a soft rose being offered to you, and then ripping it away like the thorns on it’s stalk tearing through you, he had helped you to become the women you were.

And even if he had hurt you before, you were not giving up on him, cause deep down you knew who Jimin was, and you knew he was worth fighting for like he was fighting for you right now.

Selina screamed when you flew into her and bore your claws into her skin - lifting her up into the air you flew faster than you had ever done. You had to get her to Tefany.

Behind you there was sounds of squeaks and howls from different kinds off birds. Among them you could hear Hoseok. Beneath you on the forest floor there was a black stripe following you, and you were relieved to know that Hoseok hadn’t hurt Jimin when you took Selina.

Selina tried her best to wriggle out of your claws, but the more she moved the tighter you made your hold, it wasn’t until you could feel her bone that she stopped moving.

When you reached out of the forest and onto Tefany territory, you could feel the birds behind you getting closer.

You had the castle in sight yet you weren’t sure you could reach there in time.

You just had to get to Jin. You had to complete your mission.

Underneath you Jimin was running. He didn’t understand what you were doing or where you were going at first, but when he finally realized you were going to Tefany he sped up.

You could spot him speeding up and running ahead to get to get help.

“Ms. Y/N, Could I have a word with you?” You were shocked to see king Seokjin behind your chamber door after you opened it.

Having just been to the meeting regarding Jimin and his kingdom Valsinto, you were tired and wanted to be alone after ripping up in old memories, but you lead Seokjin in as he was the ruler here, and the eldest of you.

“You said at the meeting you have spies in king Jimins castle, right?” Seokjin requested looking over your face with a serious air to him. Normally Seokjin was to the playful side, accept when the situation was deadly important.

“I do mr. Seokjin, why do you ask?” You could see in him the shift in his demeanor, as if he was distancing himself from you.

“Because somebody here is lying. You know that, but the question is, is it you?” Seokjin said as he again took a step back from you, ready to shift into his lion.

You sighed knowing you’d have to give up your informations to save yourself, you still didn’t know if you could trust Seokjin, but you would have to for now.

After the explaining and you giving up your informations to Seokjin, he too had told you he had a clash with a spy who had tried to kill him cause a vampire had ordered him too do it.

Seokjin had told you if it ever was necessary you could come to him for help, and if you found out who was behind you should come to him, and he would help you get rid of the traitor.

You hadn’t trusted him enough to go to him without knowing who the real betrayer was, now you knew, you had to get Selina to Seokjin. He besides Jimin was the only one you could trust, there were still too many spies in yours and Jimins kingdoms.

When you could spot Jimin coming back with an army behind him and Taehyung by his side you were almost howling in victory. Your wings couldn’t carry Selina and yourself much longer, and the birds behind you were getting closer and closer - you could almost feel their breaths in your nape.

When the clash between Tefany’s warriors and the spies happened it send echoes through the kingdoms. There were bones breaking, blood flooding and screams ringing.

It was like water and fire hitting together and making an explosion. You were the starting point.

When you reached the warriors it resulted in Selina wrinkling herself free from your clasp and Hoseok diving down catching her.

You were exhausted, your wings so weak that you fell to the ground. Jimin caught you - jumping in the air and catching you on his back.

Deep inside you there was still the heartbreak of Selinas words, but you pushed it down. A war was not the time to cry about your love.

You jumped off Jimins back and flew up into the air searching for Selina and Hoseok. You pushed the weakness of your wings away and fought through it. You had to find her, if she got away it would mean an even bigger war and this time with the vampires there too.

When you caught the two they had already reached the treeline to the forest. You dove down to the forest reaching it in minutes with the speed of physics.

The forest was dark, the tress around you not letting you see much. Yet you could still see the figures of Hoseok and Selina. They weren’t far.

Dodging tree after tree you caught up to them. You flew directly into Selina successfully knocking her to the ground. You made a sharp U-turn and again flew into them - this time not hitting any of them, but getting dragged to the ground by Hoseok.

He turned himself into his hawk and squeaked.

You and Selina were both up on your feet in seconds. Now you three stood opposite each other, waiting for someone to start the attack. You were outnumbered.

It was Hoseok who decided to start - shooting into you. You dodged by the skin of your teeth and again dodged as Selina ran to you with her claws out.

Now it was your turn - The two was lined up so you shot to them clawing Selinas arm, but missing Hoseok.

Selina screamed out as you again succeeded to hurt her. The wound on her shoulders with your claw marks already hurting. It was embarrassing her how easy it was for you to hurt her.

Hoseok blasted to you just after you had hurt Selina, catching you off guard he bore his claws into your stomach.

All the scratches, the tiredness, the weakness you felt, caught up to you when his claws ripped out of you again.

With a final squeak you were the one to fall first - you had lost this battle. Hoseok changed back and with a laugh stalked up to your form which was ripping back into human.

Selina came up behind him with a smirk and both looked down at your tired figure.

“Too bad. You would have won if you accepted my invitation.” Selina said a laugh on her lips.

She crouched down to you pressing her long nails into the fresh wound Hoseok had made. You screamed with the last energy you had.

“Instead I have to watch you die, die in the losing end of the Kingdoms.” She said.

Tears of pain came to your eyes as she pressed her fingers harder into the wound and laughed. But when she retreated her fingers in a rip and screamed you were the one to laugh.

“The only one to die is you!”

You wheezed in sorrowful happiness when you heard Jimins voice growl out in anger.

Jimin carried Selina by her throat and banged her into a tree. Behind him Hoseok was fighting in the tight grip of Taehyung.

“J- Jimin. You don’t want to kill me, remember all the good times we had!” Selina begged her voice messed up by his hands tightening around her voice cords.

“Oh but I do Selina. Ever since I discovered that it was your mother who killed my father, it was you who was the traitor and ever since you laid your hands on my mate! I’ve wanted to kill you for so long now.” He grunted through clasped teeth.

And there on the grass you watched as Jimins hands finally ended Selina and her whole plan of finishing her mothers works.

Jimin ran over to you, taking you in his arms he hugged you into him. You softly laughed when you finally felt his lips on you as he kissed your cheek.

“My love, I am sorry for everything.” He said tears in his eyes and blood on his hands.

“Don’t be. Everything will be good now.” You told him and held his cheek in your hand.

Jimin leaned down to you, and instead of kissing your cheek, this time he took your lips and caressed them in the best kiss you had ever had. And there in his arms with his lips to yours, you awoke.

When you woke up it was to a familiar feeling of sun in your face and sounds of various kinds of birds. The cottage.

Your eyes opened to the most wonderous sight you had ever seen.

In front of you was an angelic Jimin smiling down at you, and holding you in his arms. The sun was hitting his eyes making them sparkly.

He leaned down to you, catching your lips in a soft dance with his own. Your boyfriend had the softest lips you had ever felt - just like rose petals.

“Slept well?” He asked his voice hoarse.

“Better than ever.” You answered with a sweet smile.

“What did you dream about?” He asked as his hands caressed your waist with soft strokes.

“About kingdoms, and wars.”

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Tales of Arcana (Y. "Karina" Jimin X M! Reader)

Alas! The much awaited Karina oneshot is finally here. I actually was wrong when I stated earlier that I was finished with the story, since I had to do many last minute revisions that my back hurts like a bitch rn. I actually tried new things in this fic, such as using your perspective instead of the usual 3rd Person stuff. This is also my first time writing a fantasy-themed oneshot! So I'm apologizing in advance if it may seem like a mess, as I tried my best to finish this as a whole before I take my awaited rest. And this is also my longest work right now, reaching 7.5k! I never knew I could write that much lmao. Anyways, enough with the yapping and let's actually get into this one! Hope yall enjoy this one and I'll catch yall next time, wonyowonyo out!

New Arcadia is a city of contrasts, where magic and technology intertwine in a delicate dance. The neon lights of the skyscrapers illuminate the streets below, casting eerie glows on the cobblestones and alleyways. Magic is everywhere—in the air you breathe, the water you drink, and the very fabric of reality itself.

You, Y/N, are a Disenchanter, a specialist in nullifying magical artifacts and spells. Once, you had a promising career at the Arcane Institute, a prestigious institution dedicated to the study and control of magic. But an experiment and an incident gone wrong five years ago changed everything. Branded a pariah and a traitor, you were banished and forced fled into the underbelly of the city, where you now work at 'The Gloom,' a bar that caters to New Arcadia's magical misfits and outcasts.

The Gloom is a haven for those who live on the fringes of society. The patrons are a mix of spell-slingers, rogue alchemists, and enchanted creatures, each more bizarre than the last. Your boss, Grimgar, is a grumpy old troll who treats you like just another cog in his crumbling empire. Your coworkers are a motley crew of fae and shapeshifters who come and go like the wind.

Tonight is like any other. The bar is packed with its usual clientele, and you're busy mixing potion-infused cocktails behind the bar. As you work, you notice a familiar figure enter the bar. It's Karina, a former colleague from the Arcane Institute. Her eyes meet yours, and a flicker of recognition crosses her face.

"Y/N! You're here? I thought you were... well, vanished into the ether."

Your heart skips a beat. You quickly make your way over to her, grabbing her arm and dragging her outside before she can say more. As you leave, you hear her tell her companions she'll be back soon, claiming, "My old friend wants a private chat. Who am I to refuse?" Their laughter echoes as you exit out the back door into a dimly lit alley.

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Once in the alley, you release Karina and hiss, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Karina's eyes glint in the dim light. "I didn't even know you were still around. Rumor was that you angered the Elder Council, and they put a curse on you. Every bounty hunter in the city was after you."

You shove her away. "That's right. I had no place to hide, so I fled to this corner of New Arcadia to lay low... What was supposed to be temporary became five years."

Karina smirks. "Actually, I'm working on a big heist. There's a relic in the heart of the city, guarded by a dragon and a squad of enchanted knights. My team isn't up to the task, but you... you could nullify the defences."

You shake your head, turning away. "Not a chance. That life is over. I have a new one now."

As you start to return to the bar, you hear the distinct click of a magical ward activating. Karina's voice is cold. "You know, Y/N, there's still a bounty on your head, and I'm willing to collect."

You freeze, realizing the trap you're in. You turn slowly to face her, your mind racing. "What's your game, Karina?"

Karina steps closer, her expression softening slightly. "I don't want to turn you in, Y/N. I need your help. This heist is important. It's not just about the relic—there's more at stake than you know."

You narrow your eyes. "And why should I trust you?"

Karina sighs. "Because we were friends once. Because I know you, and I believe you're the only one who can pull this off. And because if you don't help me, the consequences will be far worse than anything the bounty hunters could do to you."

Reluctantly, you agree to hear Karina out. She leads you to a hidden safehouse in the depths of New Arcadia, where her team is waiting. The team is a ragtag group of specialists, each with their own unique skills.

Karina lays out the plan. The relic they're after is an ancient artifact known as the Heart of Thalos, hidden deep within a fortified vault in the heart of the city. The vault is guarded by a dragon and a squad of enchanted knights, and protected by powerful magical wards. Your role is crucial—you'll need to nullify the wards and the dragon's defences to give the team a fighting chance.

The plan is risky, but you can't deny the thrill of the challenge. It's been years since you've done anything like this, and part of you misses the excitement. As you listen to Karina's detailed strategy, you begin to see the pieces falling into place.

However, you're still hesitant. The life of a Disenchanter isn't what you want anymore. You've built a new life, a quieter one, away from the chaos of magic and danger. Just as you're about to decline, a commotion erupts outside the safehouse. A group of bounty hunters has tracked you down, having followed Karina's trail.

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The bounty hunters storm the safehouse, weapons drawn and spells at the ready. Karina's team springs into action, defending their hideout with everything they've got. You find yourself in the thick of it, your Disenchanter skills becoming the key to survival.

As spells fly and blades clash, you focus on nullifying the attackers' magic. With each gesture, you dispel their enchantments, turning the tide in your favor. Giselle's brute strength keeps the enemies at bay, while Winter's agility and Ninging's illusions create confusion and chaos among the bounty hunters.

Karina fights alongside you, her combat prowess just as sharp as you remember. Together, you push back the attackers, slowly gaining the upper hand. The battle is fierce, but eventually, the last bounty hunter falls, their spells fizzling out as they collapse.

In the aftermath of the fight, you realize the gravity of the situation. The bounty on your head isn't going away, and neither is the danger that comes with it. You look at Karina, who is nursing a minor wound from the battle.

"Fine," you say, breathing heavily. "I'll help you with the heist. But this doesn't mean I'm back for good."

Karina nods, a relieved smile spreading across her face. "That's all I ask, Y/N. Just this one job. After that, you can decide what you want to do."

Over the next few days, as you prepare for the heist, you find yourself growing closer to Karina again. The shared danger and old camaraderie bring back memories of your time at the Arcane Institute. You catch her smiling at you more often, and you can't help but notice the way her eyes light up when she talks about the heist.

One evening, as you're fine-tuning the final details of the plan, Karina pulls you aside. "Y/N, I've been thinking... After this heist, maybe we could—"

Before she can finish, Winter interrupts with an urgent update on the vault's security changes. You share a knowing look with Karina, silently agreeing to revisit the conversation later.

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The night of the heist arrives. The team assembles at the edge of the city, ready to embark on the mission. You feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety as you don your gear and prepare to face the dangers ahead.

Karina leads the way, her confidence and determination infectious. You follow her through the winding streets and alleys, moving silently and swiftly. The closer you get to the vault, the tighter the security becomes. You use your Disenchanter skills to disable the magical wards and traps, clearing the path for the team.

Finally, you reach the vault. The dragon is a formidable guardian, its scales glinting in the dim light. The enchanted knights stand ready, their weapons poised to strike. This is the moment of truth.

With a deep breath, you step forward, focusing your energy on the dragon and the knights. Your powers surge, nullifying their enchantments and rendering them vulnerable. The team moves in, engaging the dragon and the knights in a fierce battle.

As the dragon falls and the last knight is defeated, Karina makes her way to the vault door. She uses a combination of spells and lockpicking skills to unlock the door, revealing the Heart of Thalos—a glowing, pulsating artifact of immense power.

Karina carefully retrieves the Heart, her eyes shining with triumph. "We did it," she says, turning to you with a smile.

But before you can celebrate, the ground beneath you shakes. The vault begins to collapse, triggered by the removal of the Heart. The team scrambles to escape, racing against time as the structure crumbles around you.

You and the team make a mad dash for the exit, dodging falling debris and collapsing walls. Your heart pounds in your chest as you push yourself to the limit, using every ounce of your strength and agility to stay ahead of the destruction.

As you reach the exit, a massive piece of rubble falls towards you. Karina shouts your name, her voice filled with fear. In that split second, you realize just how much she means to you. You throw yourself out of the way, narrowly avoiding the falling debris.

Outside the vault, you collapse to the ground, panting and exhausted. The team is safe, but the Heart of Thalos is gone, buried beneath the rubble. Karina kneels beside you, her eyes filled with concern.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

You nod, struggling to catch your breath. "Yeah, just... barely made it."

Karina helps you to your feet, her grip steady and reassuring. "Thank you, Y/N. We couldn't have done this without you."

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In the aftermath of the heist, you and the team return to the safehouse. The Heart of Thalos is secured, and the danger has passed. As the team celebrates their success, you find yourself alone with Karina.

She takes your hand, her touch gentle but firm. "Y/N, I need to tell you something."

You meet her gaze, your heart pounding. "What is it, Karina?"

She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "I've missed you. These past five years, I've thought about you every day. Seeing you again, working with you... it's made me realize that I still care about you. A lot."

You feel a warmth spread through you, a sense of connection that you've longed for. "Karina, I..."

She steps closer, her voice soft but earnest. "I know you said this was just one job, but... what if it wasn't? What if we did this together, for real? It's complicated, and I know we've both changed. But I want to see where this goes. If you're willing."

You turn to her, your heart pounding. "You mean, like old times?"

Karina nods, her eyes hopeful. "Yeah. Like old times. But better. We can make a difference, Y/N. We can use our skills to protect the city, to fight for those who can't fight for themselves."

You take a deep breath, considering her words. The life of a Disenchanter is dangerous and unpredictable, but it's also where you belong.

You look into her eyes, seeing the hope and vulnerability there. In that moment, you realize that despite everything, you still care deeply for her too. The heist has reminded you of the thrill of adventure, but more importantly, it's shown you that there's still a place for love in your life.

With a smile, you squeeze her hand. "I'm willing, Karina. Let's see where this goes."

She smiles back, her eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you, Y/N."

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The day after the heist, you and Karina wake up in the safehouse, the morning light filtering through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. The team is still asleep, exhausted from the previous night's escapades. You feel a mixture of relief and anticipation as you think about the Heart of Thalos, now securely hidden in a magical vault beneath the safehouse.

Karina stirs beside you, her eyes fluttering open. She smiles, her face soft and relaxed. "Morning, Y/N."

"Morning," you reply, your heart warming at the sight of her.

Before you can say more, Giselle enters the room, her booming voice shattering the peaceful moment. "We've got a problem."

You and Karina jump to your feet, following Giselle to the main room where the rest of the team is gathering. Winter and Ningning look tense, their eyes darting to the entrance.

"What's going on?" you ask.

Winter holds up a small, enchanted device. "This was found outside the safehouse. It's a tracker. Someone knows we're here."

Your blood runs cold. The bounty hunters must have planted it during the siege. Karina's face hardens with determination. "We need to move. Now."

You and the team quickly gather your belongings, preparing to leave the safehouse. As you step outside, you hear the distant sound of engines revving. A squadron of bounty hunters on motorcycles is speeding towards you, their eyes gleaming with greed.

"Go! I'll hold them off!" Giselle roars, her enchanted strength crackling with energy.

You hesitate, but Karina pulls you along. "We need you, Y/N. Giselle can handle them."

Reluctantly, you follow Karina and the team through the winding alleys of New Arcadia. The bounty hunters are relentless, their engines echoing through the narrow streets. You and the team split up, hoping to confuse your pursuers.

As you run, you use your Disenchanter skills to nullify the magical trackers the bounty hunters are using. The air is thick with tension, every corner potentially hiding an ambush.

Finally, you reach an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The team regroups, panting and exhausted. Giselle arrives last, battered but victorious. "We need to lay low for a while," he says, his voice grim.

Inside the warehouse, you and Karina find a quiet corner. The adrenaline from the chase slowly fades, leaving you both feeling drained. Karina leans against you, her head resting on your shoulder.

"Y/N, I was so scared we'd get separated again," she whispers.

You wrap your arm around her, pulling her close. "I won't let that happen. Not again."

She looks up at you, her eyes filled with emotion. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. Not after we've found each other again."

You tilt her chin up, your lips brushing hers in a tender kiss. The world fades away, leaving only the two of you in that moment. When you finally pull back, you smile at her. "We'll face whatever comes together."

The team gathers in the center of the warehouse, discussing their next move. The Heart of Thalos needs to be kept safe, and the bounty hunters won't stop until they have it.

"We need to take the fight to them," Karina suggests, her eyes blazing with determination. "If we can find their leader and take him down, we can buy ourselves some time."

You nod, agreeing with her plan. "And I can use my Disenchanter skills to disrupt their operations. We need to hit them where it hurts."

Winter, Giselle , and Ningning agree, their resolve matching yours. Together, you formulate a strategy to infiltrate the bounty hunters' headquarters, a fortified building in the heart of New Arcadia.

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Under the cover of night, you and the team make your way to the bounty hunters' headquarters. The building is heavily guarded, its perimeter bristling with magical wards and security measures. You take a deep breath, focusing your energy on nullifying the enchantments.

Karina leads the way, her nimble fingers deftly disabling the locks and traps. Winter and Giselle follow, their movements silent and precise. Ningning uses her illusion magic to create distractions, drawing the guards' attention away from your group.

Inside, the headquarters is a maze of corridors and rooms. You move cautiously, avoiding patrols and security cameras. Finally, you reach the central chamber where the bounty hunters' leader, a ruthless mage named Vesper, is holding court.

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Vesper is a formidable opponent, his presence commanding and intimidating. He stands surrounded by his elite guards, his eyes narrowing as he spots your group.

"Well, well, well," he sneers. "The infamous Disenchanter and his ragtag team. You've caused me quite a bit of trouble."

You step forward, your voice steady. "It's over, Vesper. We're taking you down."

Vesper laughs, a harsh, grating sound. "You think you can stop me? With the council’s support, I’ll be more powerful than ever! You're all nothing but a thorn in my side."

The group was surprised with the sudden mention of the council. It seems that the figureheads of the city wasn’t as clean as they present themselves.

Karina eyes flash with anger. "We're more than that. We're here to end your reign of terror."

The battle erupts, a whirlwind of magic and steel. Vesper's guards are skilled, but your team fights with a fierce determination. You focus on nullifying Vesper's spells, creating openings for Giselle and Winter to strike.

Karina and Ningning work together, their combined magic creating powerful attacks that push Vesper back. The room crackles with energy as spells clash and swords meet.

Finally, with a powerful surge of your Disenchanter energy, you break through Vesper's defences. Giselle and Winter seize the opportunity, their combined strength overwhelming him. Vesper falls, his body crumpling to the ground.

With Vesper's defeat, the bounty hunters' organization crumbles. The team breathes a collective sigh of relief, the tension finally easing. You and Karina share a triumphant smile, the weight of the past few days lifting from your shoulders.

As you leave the headquarters, the dawn breaks over New Arcadia, the city bathed in a golden light. You feel a sense of hope and renewal, knowing that you've made a difference.

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The next few weeks are a whirlwind of activity. Karina introduces you to her network of allies and informants, each with their own unique skills and connections. Together, you form a new team, dedicated to protecting New Arcadia from the hidden threats that lurk in the shadows.

Your days are filled with intense training sessions, honing your Disenchanter abilities and learning new techniques from your teammates. You work closely with Karina, who teaches you advanced combat tactics and spellcasting methods. The bond between you grows stronger with each passing day, rekindling the friendship and trust you once shared.

One evening, after a particularly gruelling training session, you and Karina find yourselves alone in the training room. Sweat drips from your brows as you catch your breath, the air heavy with the scent of exertion and magic.

Karina grins, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. "You're getting better, Y/N. I can barely keep up with you now."

You smile back, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. "Thanks, Karina. I couldn't have done it without you."

She steps closer, her expression serious. "There's something I need to tell you. The Heart of Thalos... it's more than just a powerful artifact. It holds the key to a greater mystery, one that could change everything we know about magic."

Your curiosity piqued, you listen intently as Karina explains. "According to legend, the Heart is connected to an ancient source of magic known as the Nexus. If we can find the Nexus, we might be able to harness its power and protect New Arcadia from any threat."

The weight of her words sinks in. This mission is far more significant than you initially realized. The stakes are higher, and the risks greater, but the potential reward is too important to ignore.

"I'm with you, Karina," you say firmly. "We'll find the Nexus and unlock its secrets."

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The quest for the Nexus takes you and your team to the far corners of New Arcadia. You follow leads and decipher cryptic clues, piecing together the puzzle one step at a time. The journey is fraught with danger, as powerful enemies seek to stop you at every turn.

One night, you find yourself deep within the city's ancient catacombs, searching for a hidden chamber said to contain vital information about the Nexus. The air is damp and musty, the only light coming from the faint glow of enchanted torches.

As you navigate the labyrinthine tunnels, you hear the faint sound of footsteps echoing behind you. You signal to the team to halt, your senses on high alert.

Winter, ever the keen observer, whispers, "We're being followed."

Karina nods, her eyes narrowing. "Prepare for an ambush. Stay sharp, everyone."

Moments later, a group of shadowy figures emerges from the darkness, their eyes glinting with malevolent intent. You recognize them as members of a notorious organisation, known for their ruthless pursuit of magical power.

The leader of the organisation, a tall figure shrouded in dark robes, steps forward. "You've meddled in matters beyond your understanding, Disenchanter. The Nexus is ours."

Without warning, the enemies attack. Spells crackle through the air, and weapons clash in a flurry of violence. You and your team fight with everything you've got, the confined space of the catacombs amplifying the intensity of the battle.

Karina unleashes a torrent of fireballs, her movements fluid and precise. Giselle wades into the fray, her enchanted strength allowing her to overpower multiple foes at once. Winter darts between enemies, her daggers flashing in the dim light. Ninging conjures illusions to confuse and disorient the cultists, creating openings for the team to strike.

You focus on nullifying the cultists' spells, disrupting their magical attacks and turning the tide in your favor. The battle is fierce, but your training and teamwork prevail. One by one, the cultists fall, until only their leader remains.

Desperation flickers in the cult leader's eyes as he realizes he's outmatched. With a snarl, he raises his staff, channelling a powerful spell aimed directly at you. You react instinctively, raising your hand and nullifying the spell just before it reaches you.

The cult leader's eyes widen in shock, and he stumbles backward. "No... this can't be..."

Karina steps forward before she knocks the leader out cold. The group managed to hold captive a disarmed member of the organization. Karina points her sword at the man, her voice cold and commanding. "Tell us everything, What is your purpose and what you know about the Nexus, or you'll wish you hadn't crossed us."

The member, now disarmed and defeated, reluctantly reveals what he knows. “We’re a shadow organization for The Council, tasked to find the Nexus. The Nexus is a source of unimaginable power, hidden deep beneath the city. Only the Heart of Thalos can unlock its true potential. The Council plans to use the nexus as leverage to gain more power and to expand their control over the nation."

You exchange a glance with Karina, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. The cult leader's information confirms your suspicions and provides a crucial lead.

With the cultists neutralized, you and your team press on, following the clues deeper into the catacombs. After hours of searching, you finally discover the hidden chamber. The walls are covered in ancient runes and symbols, glowing with a faint, otherworldly light.

In the center of the chamber stands an ornate pedestal, upon which rests a stone tablet. The tablet is inscribed with a detailed map, marking the location of the Nexus.

Karina carefully examines the tablet, her eyes scanning the intricate markings. "This is it, Y/N. The Nexus is real, and we've found the key to its location."

You can't help but feel a surge of excitement. The journey is far from over, but you've made significant progress. The map points to a secluded area in the heart of the city, a place known as the Veiled Sanctum.

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The Veiled Sanctum is a place of legend, shrouded in mystery and protected by powerful wards. As you approach the sanctum, you feel the air hum with latent magic. The entrance is hidden behind a waterfall, accessible only by solving a series of complex puzzles.

Working together, you and your team navigate the challenges, using your combined knowledge and skills to unlock the sanctum's secrets. Each puzzle is more intricate than the last, but you press on, determined to reach the Nexus.

Finally, you stand before the entrance to the sanctum, a massive stone door adorned with ancient glyphs. Karina places the Heart of Thalos into a recessed slot in the door, and with a deep rumble, the door begins to open.

Inside, the sanctum is a breathtaking sight. The walls are lined with glowing crystals, casting a soft, ethereal light. In the center of the room stands a grand altar, upon which rests the Nexus—a swirling vortex of raw, untamed magic.

As you approach the altar, you feel a surge of power, unlike anything you've ever experienced. The Nexus pulses with energy, its potential both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Karina steps forward, her voice reverent. "This is it, Y/N. The source of all magic in New Arcadia. With the Nexus, we can protect the city from any threat."

Before you can respond, a powerful force slams into you, knocking you to the ground. You look up to see the cult leader, now imbued with dark magic, standing at the entrance to the sanctum.

"You fools," he snarls. "You think you can control the Nexus? It belongs to us!"

The final battle begins with a thunderous clash of magic and steel. The leader, empowered by the dark magic, is a formidable opponent. His attacks are relentless, and his spells crackle with malevolent energy.

You and your team fight with everything you have, determined to protect the Nexus and stop the cult leader. Karina unleashes her most powerful spells, while Giselle, Winter, and Ninging work together to keep the cult leader off balance.

The sanctum shakes with the intensity of the battle, crystals shattering and debris falling from the ceiling. You focus on nullifying the cult leader's dark magic, countering his spells and weakening his defences.

As the battle reaches its climax, the cult leader summons a massive, swirling vortex of dark energy, aiming to destroy you all. You feel the pull of the dark magic, threatening to consume you.

But in that moment, you draw upon the power of the Nexus, channelling its raw energy to counter the cult leader's attack. The two forces collide, creating a blinding explosion of light and dark.

When the light fades, you find yourself standing victorious. The cult leader lies defeated, his dark magic dissipating into the air. The Nexus pulses with a calming, soothing energy, its power now under your control.

Karina steps forward, placing a hand on your shoulder. "We did it, Y/N. The Nexus is safe, and New Arcadia is protected for now."

You look at her, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and pride. "We couldn't have done it without you, Karina. We're a team."

Karina then stared at the horizon. “However, we still have more battles coming our way.”

In the heart of the Elder Council’s command chamber, tension hung thick in the air, charged with failure. The Elder of the Council, a tall figure draped in dark robes, slammed his gnarled fist against the ornate wooden table, sending inkpots and scrolls flying. His face was contorted with rage, the flickering candlelight revealing the deep lines of frustration etched into his skin.

"You incompetent fools!" he roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. Council members flinched, shifting uneasily in their seats as they awaited his next outburst. "The Nexus was ours for the taking, and yet you let it slip through your fingers! How could you let this happen?"

One advisor, shaking like a leaf, took a cautious step forward. "Elder, the shadow organization reported that their plans were compromised during the heist. They encountered unexpected resistance—"

The Elder cut him off, his patience evaporating. "Resistance? Is that all you have to offer? What good are your shadows if they cannot perform a simple task? We had everything arranged!"

The room fell silent, tension mounting. The Elder’s fury radiated like heat from a forge, and the air seemed to crackle with his barely-contained wrath. He paced like a caged beast, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution.

Finally, he turned sharply, pinning the advisor with a steely glare. "And who was responsible for this fiasco?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

"Reports indicate it was Y/N L/N," the advisor said, voice trembling. "They orchestrated the heist of the Heart of Thalos and led the resistance that thwarted our plans."

At the mention of your name, the Elder's fury ignited anew. "Y/N L/N! The banished pariah returns to haunt me?" He slammed his fist down again, this time hard enough to crack the table's surface. "After all these years, they dare to defy the Council? They will pay dearly for this!"

His breath quickened, a storm brewing in his chest. Memories of your betrayal flooded back, intertwining with the present chaos. You had once been one of his brightest students, but now you stood as a symbol of everything he despised—defiance, rebellion, and the power of unity.

"You think you can simply waltz back into my domain, Y/N L/N? You will regret ever crossing me!" The Elder's eyes gleamed with a mix of anger and determination, his mind already plotting revenge. "Prepare the enforcers. Mobilize every resource we have. Y/N L/N and their little band of rebels will be crushed beneath my heel."

As he raged, the advisors exchanged anxious glances, knowing full well the consequences of angering the Elder. "We will not let them gain any more power," one advisor stammered, trying to placate him. "We will gather forces and track them down."

"See that you do!" The Elder snapped, his voice a thunderous declaration. "For every moment they breathe free air, they mock our authority. This ends now." His voice simmered with menace, sealing the fate of New Arcadia in his vengeful hands.

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The next morning, as you and Karina are planning your next steps, a messenger arrives at the safehouse. He hands you a sealed letter bearing the mark of the Elder Council. You break the seal and read the letter, your heart sinking with each word.

The Council has learned of your involvement in the heist and demands your immediate surrender. They threaten to unleash their full force against you and anyone who harbors you if you do not comply. The bounty on your head has doubled, and they are now actively mobilizing their forces to hunt you down.

Karina reads the letter over your shoulder, her expression hardening. "We can't let them do this, Y/N. We need to find a way to fight back."

You nod, feeling a mix of fear and determination. "But how? The Council is too powerful. We don't stand a chance against them."

Karina places a hand on your shoulder, her eyes filled with resolve. "We need allies. There are others in New Arcadia who oppose the Council's tyranny. If we can unite them, we might have a chance."

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Over the next few days, you and Karina reach out to old friends and contacts, seeking allies in your fight against the Council. You find support among the city's disenfranchised, those who have suffered under the Council's oppressive rule.

One by one, you gather a diverse group of rebels, each with their own reasons for joining the cause. Few notable members also decided to join the cause. There's Irene, a former Council enforcer turned rogue; Key, a tech-savvy hacker with a grudge against the establishment; Wendy, a wind mage with a deep connection to the city's underground networks; Winter, a nimble thief who can slip through the tightest of spaces; Giselle, a warrior with enchanted strength; and Ningning, a spellcaster with a talent for illusion magic.

One night, you hold a clandestine meeting in a hidden underground chamber. The air is filled with tension and excitement as the gathered rebels discuss their grievances and share their hopes for a better future.

Irene speaks up, her voice steady and resolute. "The Council has ruled with an iron fist for too long. They've crushed anyone who dared to oppose them. It's time we stand together and fight back."

Key nods in agreement, his eyes flashing with determination. "We have the skills and the numbers. We can disrupt their communications, hack their systems, and turn their own technology against them."

Wendy adds, her voice filled with a quiet strength, "And I'll ensure we move swiftly and unseen through the city. The Council won't know what hit them."

Giselle, her muscles rippling with enchanted strength, clenches her fist. "Let them come. I'll take them all on."

Winter, slipping a dagger into her belt, grins. "And I'll make sure we get in and out without a trace."

Ningning conjures an illusion of the Council's command center, the room flickering with magical light. "I'll create distractions and keep them guessing. They won't know what's real and what's not."

Suddenly, the ground trembles as a group of Council enforcers burst into the chamber, having tracked your location. A fierce battle erupts, your newly formed resistance group immediately put to the test.

Irene moves with deadly precision, her training as a former enforcer evident in her swift, lethal strikes. She disarms an enemy and uses their weapon against them in a fluid motion. "We can’t let them break us now!" she shouts over the chaos.

Key and Wendy work in tandem, the hacker disrupting the enforcers’ communications while the wind mage creates a barrier of swirling air to deflect incoming attacks. "Watch your backs, I'm rerouting the turrets!" Key yells, fingers flying over his portable console.

Giselle charges forward, her enchanted strength allowing her to take on multiple enforcers at once. She lifts a heavy piece of debris and hurls it at the enemies, scattering them like bowling pins. "Is that all you've got?" she taunts, her voice ringing with confidence.

Winter darts through the fray, using her nimbleness to slip past the enforcers' defences. She appears behind them, striking with precision before vanishing into the shadows again. "Over here!" she calls, drawing their attention and leading them into traps.

Ningning weaves illusions that confuse and misdirect the enforcers, causing them to strike at phantoms and shadows. "This way, no, that way!" she giggles, enjoying the chaos she creates.

Karina, her eyes blazing with magical energy, unleashes a torrent of fire to keep the enforcers at bay. You join her, using your Disenchanter skills to neutralize their magical wards and weapons. Together, you form an impenetrable defence.

The battle is intense, the small chamber echoing with the sounds of clashing steel and explosive magic. Despite the surprise attack, your group fights with a fierce determination, each member holding their ground. One by one, the enforcers fall, and the chamber falls silent once more.

As the dust settles, you look around at your allies, their expressions a mix of relief and determination. "This was just a taste of what’s to come," you say, your voice steady. "We need to be ready for anything."

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The night of the assault arrives. The resistance moves through the city in small, coordinated groups, avoiding detection as they make their way to the Council's command center. The air is thick with tension and anticipation.

You and Karina lead the main strike team, your hearts pounding as you approach the heavily fortified building. Using your Disenchanter skills, you disable the magical wards protecting the entrance, allowing the team to breach the outer defences.

Inside, a fierce battle erupts. The Council's guards and enforcers are well-trained and heavily armed, but the members of the resistance fight with a fierce determination born of desperation and hope. Spells and bullets fly, the clash of steel and the roar of magic filling the air.

Irene charges ahead, her combat skills unmatched as she takes down guard after guard. "We need to push forward!" she yells, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Key, tapping into the building’s security system, manages to turn some of the automated defences against the Council’s own forces. "Watch your backs, I'm rerouting the turrets!" he shouts, as the sound of automated gunfire joins the fray.

Wendy uses her control over the wind to disorient the guards, creating gusts that knock them off balance and leave them vulnerable. "Focus on the weak points!" she calls out, her voice carried by the wind.

Giselle charges through the enemy lines, her enchanted strength allowing her to overpower the guards with ease. She lifts a massive steel door, using it as a shield to block incoming fire. "Keep moving! I'll cover you!" she shouts.

Winter slips through the chaos, using her agility to navigate the tight spaces and flank the guards. She appears behind them, taking them out silently and efficiently. "We're almost there!" she calls, her voice a whisper in the tumult.

Ningning creates illusions that bewilder and distract the guards, making them strike at empty air or turn on each other. "Just a little more confusion," she murmurs, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air.

Karina, her magic blazing brighter than ever, fights by your side. Together, you make your way through the building, each step bringing you closer to the control room. You nullify the guards’ magical attacks while Karina counters with her own, creating a devastating combination.

The battle rages on, the corridors of the command center echoing with the sounds of conflict. Despite the overwhelming odds, your group fights with relentless determination, inching closer to your goal with every passing moment.

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The final battle reaches its peak in the control room. The remaining Council leaders unleash their most powerful spells and weapons, determined to crush the rebellion once and for all.

You and Karina fight side by side, your movements perfectly synchronized. As you nullify the Council's spells, Karina counters with blasts of fire and lightning, her eyes burning with fierce determination.

Irene engages one of the leaders in a deadly dance of blades, her movements swift and precise. "You're going down!" she yells, striking with lethal accuracy.

Key, hacking into the command center's systems, disrupts their communications and disables their automated defenses. "I've got their security down! Focus on the leaders!" he calls out, sweat pouring down his face.

Wendy uses her wind magic to create a barrier, shielding the resistance from the leaders' attacks. "Hold the line!" she shouts, her voice carried by the wind.

Giselle charges at one of the leaders, her enchanted strength allowing her to overpower their defences. She grabs them and hurls them across the room, her voice a roar of defiance. "You're finished!"

Winter uses her agility to navigate the chaos, slipping through the tightest spaces to strike at the leaders from unexpected angles. "Keep them off balance!" she calls, her voice a whisper in the storm.

Ningning creates illusions that confuse and disorient the leaders, making them strike at phantoms and shadows. "They won't know what's real and what's not," she murmurs, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air.

The head of the Council, now cornered and desperate, summons a massive, swirling vortex of dark energy, aiming to destroy you all. You feel the pull of the dark magic, threatening to consume you.

But in that moment, you draw upon the power of the Nexus, channelling its raw energy to counter the dark spell. The two forces collide, creating a blinding explosion of light and dark.

Karina, sensing the moment of vulnerability, unleashes a powerful surge of magic that disrupts the vortex, causing it to collapse in on itself. "Now, Y/N! Finish it!" she yells, her voice filled with urgency.

With a surge of determination, you focus all your energy on the head of the Council, nullifying his dark magic and leaving him defenceless. Irene, Key, Wendy, Giselle, Winter, and Ningning join the final push, their combined efforts overwhelming the remaining Council members.

The head of the Council falls, his dark magic dissipating into the air. The command centre falls silent, the resistance standing victorious amid the wreckage. You and Karina share a triumphant look, knowing that the hardest part is over but that the fight for New Arcadia's future has only just begun.

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In the aftermath of the battle, the resistance works to stabilise the city and establish a new order. You and Karina play key roles in the rebuilding efforts, using your skills and knowledge to help create a fairer, more just society.

The people of New Arcadia, inspired by your courage and determination, begin to rally around the new leadership. The city's magical misfits and outcasts find new hope and purpose, their talents and abilities finally recognized and valued.

One day, as you and Karina oversee the reconstruction of a devastated neighborhood, a young girl approaches you. Her eyes are wide with adIrenetion, and she clutches a small, hand-drawn picture of you and Karina fighting the Council.

"Thank you for saving us," she says, her voice filled with sincerity. "You're heroes."

You kneel down to her level, smiling. "We did it together. And now, it's up to all of us to make sure New Arcadia remains a place where everyone is free."

Karina places a hand on your shoulder, her expression filled with pride. "We've come a long way, Y/N. And we still have a lot of work to do. But I know we can build a better future."

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As the city begins to heal, you and Karina take a moment to reflect on how far you’ve come. The bond between you has grown stronger, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by shared struggles and triumphs. The neon lights of New Arcadia shimmer in the distance, painting the night sky with vibrant hues.

Standing on a rooftop overlooking the city, you can hear the distant hum of life below, the mix of magic and technology creating an enchanting symphony. You turn to Karina, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the lights, and feel a rush of warmth.

With a soft smile, Karina gazes into your eyes, her expression a mixture of vulnerability and strength. “Y/N,” she starts, her voice barely above a whisper, “after everything we’ve been through, I feel like I’ve found a part of myself again. And that’s because of you.”

Your heart swells at her words, and you take a step closer, closing the distance between you. “I feel the same way, Karina. You’ve brought light back into my life when I thought it was lost forever.” The sincerity in your voice resonates in the quiet night.

She reaches up, cupping your face in her hands, her thumbs brushing your cheek. “I know we’ve faced so much uncertainty, but I want you to know that I love you, Y/N. I truly do.” Her confession hangs in the air, filled with the weight of truth.

You smile, warmth spreading through your chest. “I love you too, Karina. With all my heart.” The words come out effortlessly, a promise wrapped in passion and commitment.

With a gentle smile, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “What’s next for us?” you ask, your heart racing at the thought of the future.

Karina’s eyes glimmer with excitement, and she takes a step closer, her breath mingling with the cool night air. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together. Always.” Her voice is filled with determination, but there’s also a tenderness that makes your heart swell.

You lean in, and the world around you fades away. At that moment, nothing else matters but the two of you. As your lips meet, it’s as if the city itself holds its breath. The kiss is soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it deepens, fueled by the unspoken promise of adventure and the intensity of your shared experiences.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, the city lights reflecting in her eyes like a thousand stars. “I never thought I’d find someone like you in all this chaos,” you whisper, your forehead resting against hers.

Karina chuckles softly, her breath warm against your skin. “And I never thought I’d get a second chance to be with you.” Her fingers intertwined with yours, and you can feel the strength and comfort in her grip.

“I know there will be challenges ahead, but as long as we’re together, I’m ready to face them,” you say, your heart steady with resolve.

Karina nods, a playful smile lighting up her face. “Let’s make a pact. No matter what happens, we never lose sight of each other. Promise?”

“Promise,” you reply, sealing it with another kiss, this one filled with hope and longing. You pull back slightly, studying her face, and in that moment, you realize how lucky you are to have found love amidst the chaos.

As the night deepens, you both take a moment to savor the city’s magic—the flickering lights, the distant sounds of laughter, and the vibrant energy that surrounds you. Hand in hand, you step into the night, the world unfolding before you like a canvas waiting to be painted with your adventures.

With Karina by your side, you’re ready to embrace whatever the future holds—be it danger, excitement, or the sweet moments of peace in between. Together, you’ll write a new story, one filled with passion, courage, and endless possibilities. And as you walk towards the horizon, you know this is just the beginning of your incredible journey.

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savior (구세주) — park jimin (박 치민)

✧.* 18+

in the depths of forgotten realms, where the line between myth and reality blurred into a tapestry of whispered legends, you wandered through the veil of the supernatural. the air around you shimmered with an ethereal light, pulsating with a rhythm that seemed to beat in sync with your own heart. you felt it—an invisible thread connecting you to forces beyond mortal comprehension.

ancient trees, their gnarled branches twisted into elaborate patterns, whispered secrets of the ages. the leaves, imbued with an otherworldly glow, rustled softly, their sound a melodious symphony of enchantment. as you moved through this enchanted forest, you could almost see the faint outlines of fae folk flitting among the shadows, their delicate wings catching the moonlight like threads of silver.

water nymphs glided over the surface of tranquil lakes, their laughter like the tinkling of crystal chimes. fire spirits flickered within the hearths of ancient stone cottages, their flames casting a golden hue that warded off the encroaching darkness. in this realm, every creature possessed a touch of the extraordinary. the wolves that prowled through the underbrush had eyes that gleamed with intelligence far beyond the mundane, their coats shimmering with a spectral light. the owls that hooted from the treetops were the keepers of ancient wisdom, their gaze penetrating the veil of time itself.

you sensed the pull of ancient magic in the wind, a reminder of the great forces that shaped the world. enigmatic sorcerers and enigmatic beings, cloaked in robes woven from stardust, drifted through the shadows, their presence as profound as it was enigmatic. their eyes held the secrets of the universe, and their gestures wove spells of incredible power, shaping reality with a mere flick of their fingers. in this space between worlds, you felt an intoxicating sense of belonging and awe. the supernatural was not a distant concept but a tangible reality, intricately intertwined with the fabric of your existence. you had become a part of this timeless dance, where every element held the promise of wonder and every shadow whispered of ancient powers waiting to be discovered.

in the midst of the extraordinary realm, where every breath seemed to carry a whisper of magic, you stood as an anomaly—a solitary figure in a world brimming with the supernatural. the ties that bound you to this place were both intricate and fragile, like threads of silver spun in a tapestry that only partially embraced you.

you were acutely aware of your lineage, a lineage steeped in power and mystery. your parents, figures of reverence and awe, possessed abilities that transcended the ordinary. your mother could call upon the wind to shape it into messages of hope or warning, her voice an incantation that stirred the very air. your father wielded fire with a mastery that painted the night sky with flickers of crimson and gold, a spectacle of elemental artistry that held the gaze of all who witnessed it.

your brother, too, was a being of remarkable gifts. his capacity to shapeshift was the stuff of legends—one moment a swift and agile wolf, the next a majestic eagle soaring high above the treetops. he moved effortlessly between the forms, each transformation seamless and imbued with an elegance that spoke of deep-rooted connection to the magical forces that surrounded you.

yet, in stark contrast to the vibrant tapestry of powers that wove through your family, you stood untouched by the same magic that defined their existence. you were a paradox in this world of wonder—an individual deeply connected yet profoundly separate from the mystical realm. the very elements that danced and mingled around you, so effortlessly embraced by those you loved and admired, remained just out of your grasp.

your attempts to commune with the elements were met with a disheartening silence. you reached out to the wind, hoping to coax it into carrying your wishes or messages, but it responded with a benign indifference. the fire that roared in the hearths, so eager to share its warmth and secrets with others, seemed to dance with a will of its own when you approached, leaving you merely a spectator in its fiery embrace.

the animals, with their eyes aglow with ancient wisdom, regarded you with a curiosity that quickly faded into disinterest. they would not heed your calls or acknowledge your presence in the way they did with those who shared their magical affinity. it was as if an invisible barrier kept you on the fringes of their world, a reminder of the chasm that separated you from their effortless communion with nature.

in social circles where enchantment was the norm, you felt like a shadow among vibrant colors. conversations often revolved around feats of magic—stories of teleportation, shapeshifting, and elemental manipulation. you listened with a mixture of longing and resignation, acutely aware of your exclusion from these extraordinary experiences. it was as though you were a spectator in a grand performance, unable to participate in the very essence of the spectacle.

you had learned to navigate the space with a grace borne of necessity. you played your role with quiet dignity, offering support and companionship to those whose powers you admired from a distance. your place in this realm was a testament to the intricate balance between presence and absence, between connection and separation. in a world where magic defined existence, you were a poignant reminder that even among the most enchanted, there could be those who, despite their ties, remained untouched by the very forces that shaped their reality.

in the quiet of your room, illuminated by the soft, flickering light of a single candle, you faced your brother with a heart heavy with questions. his figure, a tapestry of shifting forms and shimmering energies, stood before you, embodying the very essence of what you yearned for. the silence between you was filled with the weight of your unspoken doubts.

“why don’t i have any powers?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. the words felt like an intrusion into the serene harmony of your brother’s existence. you watched as daehyun sighed, his gaze softening with a compassion that only deepened your sense of inadequacy.

“it’s not something you can control,” he said gently, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “powers manifest in their own time. maybe yours just haven’t surfaced yet.” you nodded, but the words did little to alleviate the gnawing sense of unease that had settled in your chest. the promise of future potential did little to comfort you in the present. as the conversation waned, you sought solace from your mother, her presence a beacon of warmth and understanding amidst the cold uncertainty.

she embraced you with a tenderness that spoke of unconditional love. “i want you to know,” she murmured softly, her voice imbued with a quiet strength, “that not having powers doesn’t change how much i love you. you are just as precious to me as anyone with magic in their veins.” her words, though well-intentioned, only deepened the chasm of your sorrow. you tried to draw comfort from her assurances, but they felt hollow, like a beautiful painting covering a void. you couldn’t shake the feeling that her love, though unwavering, was a pale consolation in a world where power defined worth.

when your father came to you, his usual fiery demeanor was softened by an uncharacteristic melancholy. “i wish,” he said, his voice laden with a rare vulnerability, “that i could understand what it’s like for you. i sometimes wish i could be like you—free from the burdens of power.” his sentiment was meant to be reassuring, a gesture of empathy from one who knew the weight of extraordinary abilities. yet, his words only seemed to underscore the isolation you felt. his struggle to relate to your condition, while empathetic, highlighted your distance from the very world he inhabited.

as the day turned to night, you found yourself alone once more, your frustration boiling over into a silent plea. you gazed at the star-studded sky, your eyes searching for any sign of a higher power that might offer you some measure of solace or change. you groaned inwardly, your heart heavy with a silent prayer, begging for anything—an inkling of magic, a spark of potential, anything that might bridge the gap between you and the world you so desperately wished to be a part of.

unbeknownst to you, your mother, too, was engaged in her own private prayer, her heart aching for you in a way that transcended words. her plea was not driven by disappointment but by a deep-seated concern for your well-being. she feared the dangers and betrayals that could come from those who wielded power—the same dangers that had once threatened her own family. she prayed fervently, hoping that some semblance of power or protection might come to you, not out of a sense of inadequacy, but from a desire to shield you from the harsh realities of a world where power could be both a gift and a curse.

the hallways of the school were a continuous cascade of shimmering lights and crackling energy, each corner alive with the potent hum of supernatural power. it was a place where every student and teacher was marked by their own unique abilities, a realm where magic was as common as air. the walls, lined with ornate murals depicting epic battles and mythical creatures, seemed to pulsate with the essence of enchantment. amidst this tapestry of abilities, you were an anomaly—a solitary figure navigating a world of extraordinary talents with no powers of your own. the disparity was stark, highlighted by the whispers and sidelong glances that followed you through the corridors. everyone knew your status as the exception, a reality that was as inescapable as it was uncomfortable.

despite this, the teachers maintained their professionalism, treating you with the same respect they afforded every student. you were here because of your family’s legacy, a fact that some found difficult to overlook. you often felt like a mere shadow among the bright lights of your peers, your presence a reminder of the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary.

haesoo was your singular solace in this enchanted world. she, too, had powers, though her ability to see into the future provided little in the way of physical prowess. this limitation made her just as vulnerable to the harsh judgments and insults as you were. yet, despite the ridicule, she remained steadfast in her friendship, a source of empathy amidst the sea of scorn.

you leaned against your locker, the cool metal offering a small measure of relief. haesoo approached, her eyes filled with a gentle concern. ahe took your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. as she closed her eyes, you could sense the familiar yet elusive sensation of her power at work. you watched her face for any sign of revelation, your skepticism palpable. then, with a sudden gasp, haesoo’s eyes snapped open, her grip tightening on your hand. “what’s wrong?” you asked, a note of apprehension in your voice. “what do you see?”

“there’s a savior in the near future,” she said, her voice a mixture of awe and uncertainty. “expect the unexpected.”

you couldn’t help but scoff, rolling your eyes in mild exasperation. “the unexpected? like you ripping my hand off?”

haesoo’s eyes widened in realization as she noticed the firmness of her grip. she quickly loosened her hold, offering you a nervous laugh. “sorry about that. i didn’t mean to—” you chuckled, though your smile was tinged with weariness. “it’s fine. i just wonder if i’ll ever get any power at all.”

from behind you, a voice cut through the conversation with a sneering edge. “you could only dream of it.”

you turned to see taehyung, a smirk playing on his lips. his disdain was well-known; ever since he had learned of your lack of abilities, he had made it his mission to taunt and belittle you. you offered him a thin smile, trying to mask the sting of his words. “thanks for the encouragement.”

taehyung’s smirk widened. “wanna see something cool?” you shook your head, not in the mood for more of his antics. “not really.”

ignoring your response, taehyung used his telekinetic powers to lift you off the ground. you yelped in surprise as he began to sway you through the air, your feet dangling a few inches above the floor. haesoo’s face flushed with concern, and she called out, “taehyung, put her down!”

his eyes sparkled with mischief as he replied, “or what? you’ll read my future with a fortune cookie?”

the bell rang, and he reluctantly set you down, patting your head with a dismissive chuckle. “it never gets old,” he said, walking past you. you watched him go, a mix of frustration and resignation settling over you. the insults and jabs had become a constant, an unwelcome backdrop to your days at the school. despite your hopes for a reprieve, it seemed the mockery would persist as long as you remained a strong contrast to the powers that defined your peers.

the classroom buzzed with an energy that felt almost tangible, a living, breathing entity shaped by the collective powers of its occupants. each student seemed to manipulate the environment in their own unique way, creating a whirlwind of distractions that made focusing on anything else nearly impossible.

to your left, a girl with flowing dark hair effortlessly levitated her pen, guiding it through the air as if it were an extension of her will. she reached out with her mind, making the pen dance gracefully across her notebook. nearby, another student with a calm demeanor simply tapped her temple, and answers to the professor’s questions appeared on her paper as if by magic. her telepathic ability allowed her to glean the answers directly from the professor’s thoughts, a skill that left you feeling distinctly out of place.

you sighed inwardly, feeling the weight of your own inadequacies. you knew that while others could summon and control elements with ease, or glean knowledge without effort, you had to work diligently to achieve even the most basic understanding. the constant comparison to your peers’ effortless mastery of their abilities was a persistent reminder of your own limitations.

the professor, a stern man whose presence demanded respect, looked around the room with a discerning gaze. his eyes settled on you, an unspoken challenge evident in his expression. “what do you believe causes dreams?” he asked, his voice cutting through the cacophony of telekinetic murmurs and mental projections.

you furrowed your brow, trying to concentrate amidst the chaos. the hands of those with telepathic abilities shot up eagerly, but the professor's focus remained solely on you. taking a deep breath, you began, “i believe dreams are a result of the subconscious mind processing thoughts and experiences. they are influenced by brain activity, which creates a narrative from our emotions and memories.”

the professor’s eyes softened, and he nodded in approval. “a thoughtful answer,” he said. “correct.”

you felt a fleeting sense of accomplishment, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sneer you noticed from the girl who had been so eager to demonstrate her telepathic prowess. her expression was one of disdain, a silent judgment that seemed to cut deeper than any spoken insult.

as the day drew to a close, you found yourself in the bathroom, seeking a moment of solitude away from the relentless buzz of the school. you stepped out of the stall, your thoughts still lingering on the subtle sneer you had seen earlier. the bathroom, typically a place of mundane quiet, felt charged with an unsettling tension.

as you turned to leave, a girl blocked your path. her face was one you recognized from class—one of the telekinetics who had been demonstrating her powers with such ease. you looked up at her, a sense of dread mingling with resignation. “what do you want?” you asked, your voice betraying your unease.

ahe smirked, her eyes gleaming with a cruel delight. “i had an itching to use the toilet,” she said, her tone dripping with malice. without waiting for a response, she pushed past you and into the stall.

you stepped aside, gesturing for her to proceed. but before you could react, everything happened in a blur. she spun around with surprising speed, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking you towards her. your heart raced as you tried to break free, but her grip was unyielding. you flailed helplessly as she maneuvered you towards the toilet. the cold, harsh reality of the situation hit you as she dunked your head into the bowl. the frigid water engulfed you, sending a shock through your system. panic surged through you as you tried to gasp for air, but the water swirled around you, making it difficult to breathe. the world spun in a chaotic whirlpool of muffled sounds and blinding wetness.

she pulled you up only to slam your head back into the toilet, holding it down longer this time. the sensation of being submerged was disorienting, and your head spun in a disorienting dance of pressure and damp. the mixture of the cold water and the overwhelming sense of helplessness left you disoriented and gasping for breath when she finally yanked you up again. “maybe if you had any powers,” she said with a sneer, “you could get out of this one.” her voice was mocking, her tone a harsh reminder of the gap between your abilities and those of your peers. she left you there, dirty, wet, and sobbing, the pain and humiliation of the encounter settling heavily on your shoulders.

as the door swung shut behind her, leaving you alone in the bathroom, the reality of your situation washed over you in waves. you were left with the lingering sting of her taunts, the sting of being powerless in a world where such power was the norm. the echo of your sobs and the coolness of the bathroom tiles were the only witnesses to your silent plea for solace in a place that felt both foreign and unforgiving.

the journey home was a blur of muted colors and heavy steps, each stride a reminder of the day’s harrowing events. as you walked, the chill of the wet clothes clung to your skin, and the weight of your soaked attire seemed to anchor you to the pain and humiliation you had just endured. the evening air, cool and unyielding, did little to soothe the ache in your heart or the cold dampness against your body.

you finally reached the front door, the familiar warmth of home contrasting starkly with the cold dread that clung to you. as you stepped inside, the sound of your wet shoes squelching on the hardwood floor was the only indication of your disheveled state. your mother was in the kitchen, her back turned as she prepared dinner. the comforting aroma of her cooking wafted through the air, but it did little to lift the gloom hanging over you.

she turned as you entered, her eyes widening in shock as she took in your appearance. “what happened?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. her gaze traveled over your dripping clothes and disheveled hair, her maternal instincts flaring into action. you met her eyes for a moment, the weight of your ordeal pressing heavily on your shoulders. the words you wanted to say seemed to catch in your throat, and instead of responding, you simply retreated to your room, your silence a painful testament to the day’s emotional toll.

the door to your room closed behind you with a soft click, and you sank onto your bed, your sodden clothes leaving damp impressions on the sheets. you stared blankly at the ceiling, the oppressive silence of your room amplifying the turmoil within. as you sat there, you could hear the muffled sounds of your mother’s distress from the other side of the house.

in the kitchen, your mother’s cries were heartfelt and raw. she confided in your father, her voice trembling with anguish as she spoke of her wish for you to be able to defend yourself. “why can’t they leave her alone?” she wept. “i just wish she could stand up for herself. it breaks my heart to see her suffer like this.” your father’s response was calm and comforting, his steady voice a balm to your mother’s fears. “it’s not her fault,” he reassured her. “she’s doing her best in a world that doesn’t make it easy. we’ll find a way to help her, i promise.”

you could hear his words faintly through the walls, a bittersweet reminder of the support that was available to you. but in your isolation, it felt distant, almost unreachable. when you finally gathered the strength to rise, you made your way to the bathroom. the cool, tiled surface felt refreshing against your heated skin as you undressed and stepped into the shower. you turned the faucet, allowing the warm water to cascade over you, mingling with the remnants of the day’s grime and tears.

as the water poured over you, you let out a shuddering breath, the steam and warmth offering a fleeting sense of solace. You sank to the floor of the shower, the water continuing to flow over you, masking the tears that streaked down your face. each droplet that hit your skin seemed to carry away a small fragment of the pain, but it did little to quell the deep sorrow that enveloped you. you wept silently, the sound of the water mingling with your sobs. the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily upon you, and you found yourself praying for a way out of the cycle of torment and helplessness. your whispered pleas for change, for the chance to be more than a spectator in a world of power, were drowned by the relentless rush of the shower.

that night, as you lay in bed, the exhaustion of the day’s emotional and physical toll was awful. the darkness of your room enveloped you like a shroud, offering no comfort against the cold fear that gripped you. you pulled the damp sheets around you, seeking solace in their weight. your thoughts continued to swirl as you drifted into a restless sleep, your mind haunted by images of the day’s events and the painful realization of your own vulnerability. the hope for change was a faint, flickering light in the depths of your dreams, a fragile ember that you clung to as you cried yourself to sleep, wishing for a future where you could finally find a place where you belonged.

the morning sun filtered through the school’s grand windows, casting elongated shadows across the hallways as you trudged through the familiar corridors, still feeling the weight of yesterday’s events. the usual hum of conversations and bursts of laughter filled the air, but today, the vibrant atmosphere did little to uplift your somber mood.

you glanced around, searching for any sign of hana, the girl who had humiliated you the day before. her absence was conspicuous, her usual spot in the classroom glaringly empty. you took a seat beside haesoo, the comforting familiarity of her presence offering a small measure of solace amidst the school environment.

haesoo looked up from her notebook as you settled in. her eyes, bright with curiosity, took in your demeanor. “have you noticed? hana isn’t here today,” you said, trying to mask the unease in your voice.

haesoo’s expression shifted to one of mild amusement. she shrugged nonchalantly, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. “maybe the cops got to the bitch,” she said, her tone light but edged with discomfort. after a brief pause, she shuddered slightly and added, “i’ve got a bad feeling about this. something doesn’t sit right with me.” you stared at hana’s vacant seat, your thoughts racing. the possibility that something sinister had happened crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed it. she could simply be ill, or perhaps she was skipping school. the pragmatic side of you struggled to push aside the gnawing sense of unease.

as the lesson began, you tried to focus on the professor’s lecture, but the absence of hana and the eerie implications of haesoo’s comment lingered at the edge of your thoughts. across the room, hana’s friend, mina, sat with a palpable air of hostility. her glare, sharp and unrelenting, made it clear she bore a grudge. you averted your gaze, feeling a familiar pang of discomfort. when the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, you stood up, gathering your things with a mixture of relief and trepidation. as you walked down the hallway, the bustling student body seemed to press in on you, the noise and movement creating a dizzying effect.

suddenly, you stumbled, your foot catching on something unseen. you brushed it off as a momentary lapse in coordination, but the next step was less forgiving. your legs gave way entirely, sending you crashing onto your back with a jarring impact. you winced as pain shot through your body, the hard floor feeling like a relentless punishment.

turning your head, you saw mina standing nearby, her lips curled into a smirk of malicious satisfaction. “why did you stop walking? do you wanna die?” she taunted, her voice dripping with derision. ignoring her taunts, you struggled to your feet, the effort exacerbating the ache that had begun to settle into your bones. you started to walk again, determined to reach your next class despite the throbbing pain in your head and the sting of her cruel words.

but as you continued down the corridor, an unexpected force slammed into you from behind, propelling you against the wall with a jarring thud. the impact was so forceful that you felt the wall tremble, a low crack resonating through the hallway. pain exploded in your back, sending waves of disorientation through you.

amidst the haze of agony, you heard mina’s laughter, a cruel, incoherent sound that mingled with the throbbing in your head. she sauntered over to you, her presence looming as she leaned close, her voice a chilling whisper. “that must hurt,” she said with a mocking tone, her eyes gleaming with a cold satisfaction. she didn’t wait for your response before turning on her heel and walking away.

the corridor seemed to spin around you as you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with a relentless intensity. each step you took was a struggle, the pain radiating through your body with every movement. you made your way home, the journey feeling endless as the throbbing in your temples grew more insistent.

once you reached the safety of your room, you collapsed onto your bed, the pain and exhaustion overwhelming you. as darkness settled over the room, you tried to force yourself into a restless sleep, hoping that the respite of slumber would dull the ache and offer some escape from the torment of the day.

the pain persisted, but with each passing moment, sleep began to claim you, a dim, fleeting hope that tomorrow might bring a reprieve from the relentless cycle of suffering. as the world around you faded into the comforting embrace of sleep, you clung to the fragile hope that the dawn might bring change and relief from the unrelenting shadows of your daily struggles.

the next morning, you approached the school with a knot of unease settling in your stomach. the events of the previous day had left you feeling on edge, and the emptiness of the hallways seemed to mirror the unsettling silence that enveloped you. as you walked to your classroom, you found yourself scanning the crowd for any sign of mina or hana, but there was nothing—only the usual bustle of students chatting and shuffling to their next class.

you entered the classroom and took your seat beside haesoo, whose presence offered a small measure of comfort. the usual buzz of activity was noticeably absent, and as the minutes ticked by, the growing absence of hana and mina began to weigh heavily on you. you leaned in close to haesoo, trying to keep your voice low. “this can’t be a coincidence,” you said, your tone tinged with anxiety.

she squinted at you, her brow furrowed in thought. “it isn’t,” she replied, her voice carrying an edge of uncertainty. she hesitated, her eyes darting around as if seeking something just beyond her grasp. “but i can’t get a clear message,” she added slowly. “it’s almost like it’s out of reach.”

before you could ask her to elaborate on what she meant, the classroom door swung open with an authoritative creak. two officers stepped into the room, their presence instantly commanding silence. the room fell into an uneasy hush, the only sounds the shuffling of papers and the occasional murmur of curiosity.

the lead officer, a tall man with a stern expression, cleared his throat before speaking. “good morning, students. we are conducting a search regarding two of your classmates, oh mina and jung hana.” his words carried a gravity that made your heart skip a beat. the room buzzed with whispers as the announcement settled over the students.

the officer continued, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “both girls have been reported missing by their families. they have not come home, nor have they been seen anywhere in the vicinity. we urge anyone who may have information about their whereabouts to come forward immediately.”

the murmurs grew louder, a mix of shock and curiosity spreading through the classroom. your eyes widened in disbelief as the reality of the situation sank in. the officers concluded their announcement and exited the room, leaving a tense atmosphere in their wake. you turned to haesoo, who was looking at you with a mixture of concern and suspicion. “do you have anything to do with this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

you rolled your eyes, a mixture of frustration and indignation bubbling within you. “are you serious?” you replied. “you know i wouldn’t—”

she shook her head, cutting you off. “no, it’s not that,” she said quickly. “it’s just, i got a chill when they mentioned it. i’ve never felt anything like it before. it’s unsettling.” her words only deepened the sense of unease that had settled over you. as you left the classroom and made your way home, the weight of the day’s events pressed heavily upon you. the mystery of mina and hana’s disappearance loomed large, and you couldn’t shake the nagging sense that something was profoundly wrong.

when you finally arrived home, the house was quiet, the usual warmth of your family’s presence replaced by an anxious tension. your brother, who was usually the epitome of calm, met you at the door with a grave expression. “did you hear the news?” he asked, his voice laced with concern. you nodded, feeling the day’s events catch in your throat. “yes, the police came to school. they were looking for mina and hana.”

your parents, who had been sitting at the kitchen table, exchanged startled glances. your mother’s face turned pale, her eyes reflecting a mixture of shock and a cold, hard resolve. “think of it as a blessing,” she said, her voice lacking warmth. “those girls were nothing but trouble.”

the coldness in her voice cut through you, leaving you feeling more isolated than ever. the idea of them being missing was unsettling, but your mother’s reaction felt almost dispassionate, as though their disappearance was a matter of indifference rather than concern. you could sense the undercurrent of relief in her words, a stark contrast to the unease that plagued you.

you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as your thoughts raced. the disappearance of the two girls who seemed determined to make your life a living hell, combined with the cold detachment of your family, created a turbulent whirlpool of confusion and unease. the hope for answers seemed as distant as ever, and as sleep finally claimed you, it came with a heavy heart, filled with unanswered questions and a lingering sense of dread. the night enveloped you in its quiet, oppressive embrace. you stirred from a fitful sleep, tossing and turning as the day’s events replayed in your mind. with a groan, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and padded softly to the kitchen. the cool, dimly lit room offered a brief respite from the swirling thoughts that plagued you.

you poured yourself a glass of water, the clear liquid offering a momentary sense of calm. as you took a sip, the coldness of the water seemed to contrast sharply with the heaviness in your chest. you returned to your room, hoping that the soothing effect of the water might coax you back to sleep. instead, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the darkness of the room filled with your racing thoughts. “will i ever get powers?” you mused aloud, the question echoing in the quiet of the night. “why can’t i just be like everyone else?”

a voice, soft but clear, sliced through your self-reflection, startling you. “are you still thinking about that?”

you whipped your head around to see a man standing in the corner of your room. his presence was unsettling, a contrast to the soft illumination of the moonlight that filtered through your window. his face was partially obscured by shadows, but his eyes gleamed with an unsettling amusement. you gasped and scrambled backward, your heart racing as you screamed. the sound was strangled, caught in your throat as your mind struggled to make sense of the intruder’s presence. he remained motionless, his expression unreadable as he watched you with a hint of a smile.

moments later, your brother burst into the room, his face etched with concern. “what’s wrong?” daehyun asked, his eyes scanning the room. his gaze passed over the man without a hint of recognition, as if the figure were nothing more than a figment of your imagination.

you quickly composed yourself, forcing a shaky smile. “i thought i saw a bug,” you stammered, trying to sound casual despite the pounding of your heart. “it must have been nothing.” daehyun gave you a skeptical look but shrugged it off. “alright, if you’re sure. call me if you need anything.”

as he left the room, you turned back to the man, who remained where he was, his presence an eerie constant. “who are you?” you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity.

he regarded you with an amused glint in his eye. “i’m your savior,” he replied smoothly.

you blinked, confusion clouding your features. “what do you mean? are you going to hurt me?”

he scoffed lightly, a sound that seemed to carry its own form of amusement. “hurt you? no, i’m not here to hurt you. do you recall the people who were bullying you?” you nodded, the memory of their taunts and cruelty still fresh in your mind.

the man’s smile widened slightly. “i got rid of them,” he said, his tone casual as if discussing the weather.

panic surged through you, and you stumbled over your words. “you didn’t kill them, did you?”

“no, nothing so crude,” he said, a hint of disdain in his voice. “i sent them to the underworld.” the terms normal people were exposed to were biblical, accurate, generic. heaven and hell. in your world, the underworls existed openly. it was an alternate dimension, one that wasn't as bad as hell, yet seemingly just as bad. those who were sent were sent alive, bodies and souls intact, where they'd be repeatedly punished—over and over and over—for their wrongdoings.

your heart pounded as you tried to process his words. “why? why would you do that?”

he shrugged, a nonchalant gesture that seemed to make his words even more chilling. “because they were bothering you.”

you gaped at him, unable to comprehend the connection. “and what does that have to do with you?”

he raised an eyebrow, as if considering how to explain something very simple. “you should be familiar with having supernatural powers, shouldn’t you?”

“i’ve spent my entire life without any powers,” you retorted, frustration mingling with fear. “what does that have to do with you helping me now?”

“this is your power,” he said, his voice taking on a serious tone. “i’m from the underworld, and i can attach myself to whatever i choose, giving them any power they need.”

your eyes widened with disbelief. “why me? why did you choose me of all people?”

he paused for a moment, a contemplative look crossing his features. “i did it because i wanted to. and,” he added, his voice taking on a mysterious quality, “nobody else can see me unless i want them to.”

you stared at him, the weight of his words pressing heavily on your shoulders. the reality of the situation seemed almost too surreal to grasp. he chuckled softly, the sound a darkly pleasant note in the stillness of the night.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said with a grin. “my name is park jimin. and (y/n) (l/n), i’ll be seeing you around.”

before you could react, he vanished from sight, leaving behind a lingering sense of his presence. you knew he was still there, an intangible shadow in the room, but his form was now invisible to you. the chill of his departure settled over you, and the eerie silence of the room seemed to close in.

your mind raced as you lay back in bed, trying to make sense of the strange encounter. the idea of possessing a power, of having someone from the underworld attach themselves to you, was both terrifying and fascinating. you felt a strange sense of anticipation, mixed with fear, as you stared into the darkness, the night pressing in with an oppressive weight. sleep came fitfully, but the presence of jimin lingered in your thoughts, an unsettling reminder of what you could only assume was to come.

the morning light peered through your curtains, casting a pale glow over your room. as you slowly awoke, the memories of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, but jimin’s unsettling presence was gone. you scanned the room, half-expecting to find him lurking in the shadows, but there was no sign of him. a wave of slight relief washed over you, though it was accompanied by an uneasy thought—he could be anywhere, hidden from view, and you wouldn't even know it.

you dragged yourself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion still clinging to you. your mother’s voice called from downstairs, breaking the silence of the early morning. “how did you sleep?” she asked with a note of concern in her tone. forcing a smile, you replied, “just fine.”

daehyun scoffed as he entered the kitchen. “you screamed like you were being gutted last night,” he said, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and curiosity. your father looked up from his newspaper, his brows knitting together. “what happened?” he asked, his tone indicating genuine concern.

you hesitated, then shrugged as casually as you could. “i saw a bug. it was nothing.” your father’s eyes lingered on you for a moment, but he seemed to accept your explanation. “alright then,” he said, turning back to his newspaper. the conversation moved on, but the undercurrent of unease persisted, as if the previous night’s events had left a lasting imprint.

you walked to school with a heavy heart, the weight of the unknown pressing down on you. as you approached the school gates, you noticed the usual crowd of students, their faces a blur of familiarity and anonymity. the absence of hana and mina remained a topic of conversation among the students, but the discussions were tinged with a mixture of gossip and indifference.

inside the school, the hallways seemed more tense than usual. you found yourself at your locker, trying to go through the motions of your day, when haesoo joined you. she leaned against her locker, her face drawn into a thoughtful frown. “it would be a shame if they weren’t such sluts,” she muttered, her voice low. she closed her eyes briefly, as if trying to push away a troubling thought. curiosity piqued, you asked, “what’s the matter?”

ahe shivered slightly and shook her head. “i just got a chill,” she said, her voice uncertain. she seemed lost in thought, her eyes darting around as if searching for something elusive. you watched her, puzzled by her sudden shift in demeanor. “what are you talking about?” you asked, but she was silent, her gaze fixed on something you couldn’t see.

suddenly, her eyes widened in surprise, and she stared in shock. you followed her gaze, your heart skipping a beat as you saw what had caught her attention. there, standing in the middle of the hallway, was park jimin. he was dressed in the school uniform, his appearance disturbingly casual. his smile was both enigmatic and unsettling, a contrast to the surrounding confusion and chatter.

your breath caught in your throat. the sight of him, so out of place in the school environment, was jarring. his presence seemed to draw the eye of everyone in the hallway, though he appeared to be a spectral figure to most, his gaze focused solely on you and haesoo. his eyes locked onto yours, a glimmer of amusement dancing in their depths. he stood with an air of effortless confidence, his posture relaxed yet commanding. the contrast between his calm demeanor and the chaos of the school around him only served to heighten the surreal quality of the moment.

haesoo’s expression was a mix of disbelief and fear, her earlier chill now palpable in her wide-eyed stare. you felt a cold shiver run down your spine as jimin’s smile grew, as though he enjoyed the effect he was having on you both. in the midst of the busy school hallway, where students milled about oblivious to the strange encounter, jimin’s presence seemed to create a pocket of stillness. you felt the weight of his gaze on you, a reminder of the enigmatic power he had claimed to possess.

the bell rang, breaking the spell and drawing the attention of the students back to their daily routines. his figure slowly faded from view, his presence slipping away as the normalcy of the school day reasserted itself. haesoo turned to you, her face pale and her voice trembling slightly. “did you see that?” she asked, her words barely audible. you nodded, trying to steady your racing heart. “yes,” you said, your voice tight with unease. “i saw him.”

the classroom rang with the usual chatter as students shuffled in, preparing for the day’s lessons. you took your seat, your mind still preoccupied with the unsettling encounter with jimin from the previous day. the door creaked open, and the noise in the room gradually subsided as the professor stepped in, his usual demeanor composed but with a glimmer of something unspoken in his eyes.

“good morning, everyone,” the professor began, his voice commanding attention. “we have a new student joining us today.”

you looked up, curiosity piqued. as the professor gestured toward the door, your heart skipped a beat when him stepped into the room. he wore the school uniform with an easy grace, his presence immediately drawing the eye. his smile was as enigmatic as ever, a contrast to the standard school attire that seemed almost to constrict the rest of the students.

jimin walked to the front of the class, his every step measured and confident. “hello, everyone,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying a pleasant yet unnerving calm. “i’m park jimin. it’s a pleasure to be here.”

a murmur of surprise rippled through the room, but it was taehyung’s scoff that caught your attention. from his seat at the back of the room, taehyung’s disdain was palpable. “so, what’s your power?” he called out, his tone dripping with skepticism. jimin’s eyes met his with a chilling intensity. “anything you want it to be,” he replied, his voice a low, deliberate drawl.

the room fell silent, and you could feel a shiver run down your spine as the weight of jimin’s words settled over you. taehyung’s expression shifted from confusion to curiosity, but before he could respond, something extraordinary happened. with a fluid motion, the empty desks around the room began to levitate, their wooden forms moving in a synchronized dance. the desks flew through the air, converging on taehyung and trapping him against the wall. the desks pressed around him with a force that was firm but not painful, effectively pinning him in place without causing harm.

taehyung’s eyes widened in alarm as he protested, his voice muffled by the barrier of desks. “what? let me go!” the professor, typically the picture of professional composure, allowed a faint smile to curve his lips, clearly amused by the display. jimin’s gaze remained fixed on taehyung, his expression one of calm detachment.

“if you say so,” he said, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. with a flick of his wrist, he used his telekinetic abilities to lift taehyung into the air. the desks followed suit, returning to their original places as taehyung was gently deposited on the other side of the room, away from the wall.

jimin’s smile widened as he turned to the class. “never gets old,” he remarked, the lightness in his tone belying the impressive display of power he had just demonstrated.

laughter erupted from the students, a mixture of relief and amusement at the unexpected demonstration. you found yourself caught up in the laughter, unable to suppress a grin as you locked eyes with jimin. his gaze held yours for a moment, a silent understanding passing between you. he took an empty seat beside you, his presence both comforting and disconcerting. the room gradually settled down, the buzz of conversation resuming as the class prepared for the lesson. you leaned in, trying to keep your voice low amidst the chatter.

“what are you doing here?” you whispered, your tone a mix of curiosity and apprehension. jimin’s smile remained as he leaned closer, his voice barely audible. “i told you i was your savior,” he whispered back, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

his words hung in the air, carrying with them a promise of further intrigue. as the professor began the day’s lesson, you found it difficult to concentrate, the encounter with him dominating your thoughts. the reality of his presence in your school, the display of his powers, and his cryptic assurances all melded into a whirlwind of uncertainty and anticipation.

the cafeteria was a hive of activity, alive with the usual din of laughter, chatter, and the clinking of trays and cutlery. the scent of various foods filled the air, mingling with the chatter of students as they moved through the line and found their seats. the vibrant atmosphere of the cafeteria was heightened today, the energy buzzing with heightened excitement and curiosity following jimin's display of power earlier in the day.

as you and haesoo made your way to a table, you noticed the crowd around jimin had only grown. groups of female students swarmed him, their faces alight with admiration as they offered him water, food, and even the best seats in the house. jimin declined each offer with a charming smile and a graceful wave of his hand, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something.

your gaze met his across the bustling cafeteria, and for a brief moment, his eyes locked onto yours. your heart skipped a beat as haesoo let out a surprised yelp. “is he really coming over here?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. indeed, jimin was making his way toward you, his smile unwavering as he approached your table. he stopped in front of you, his presence commanding attention despite the chaos around him. “may i join you?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

you nodded, still trying to process the surreal turn of events. he took a seat across from you, his posture relaxed yet assertive. the commotion around him seemed to fade into the background as he focused his attention on you, his smile never faltering. the surprise of his arrival was short-lived, however, as you suddenly felt a presence behind you. two hands settled heavily on your shoulders, and you turned to see taehyung’s smirking face looming above you.

“what do you want?” you asked, trying to maintain a tone of annoyance despite the flutter of unease in your chest. taehyung’s smirk widened as he replied, “i haven’t bugged you in a minute. besides, i have unfinished business here.”

before you could react, taehyung shoved you to the side, claiming the seat next to you with a casual disregard. he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, his grip firm and inescapable. you tensed, trying to wriggle free, but his hold was unyielding. “did you have fun humiliating me earlier?” he asked jimin, his tone taunting. his eyes were fixed on him, his smirk never faltering.

jimin’s smile didn’t waver, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “not enough,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of menace. he leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto taehyung. “let go of her.” taehyung’s grip tightened instead, pulling you closer into his side. “we’re good friends, aren’t we?” he said, his voice dripping with insincerity.

you turned to jimin, desperation in your eyes. he stood up abruptly, slamming his fork onto the table with a clatter that drew the attention of everyone nearby. he approached taehyung with a purposeful stride, his expression serious. “get up,” he ordered. taehyung’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he remained seated, continuing to pick at his food as if unfazed. jimin, however, was undeterred. he reached out and grabbed the collar of taehyung’s uniform, lifting him effortlessly into the air. the cafeteria fell into stunned silence, the usual noise abruptly ceasing as students gasped and murmured in shock.

taehyung dangled in the air, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and disbelief. “how can you do everything at once like that?” he demanded, his voice quivering. jimin’s expression remained composed, his gaze fixed on taehyung with a mixture of mockery and disdain. “would you like to be put down?” he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

taehyung hesitated, his pride warring with his fear, before he finally nodded. jimin, with a casual flick of his wrist, threw taehyung back down onto the floor. the impact was jarring, the sound of him hitting the ground echoing through the cafeteria. you watched in awe as jimin returned to his seat with a casual grace. the room was abuzz with whispers and murmurs, all eyes focused on the spectacle that had just unfolded. your own gaze was fixed on him, unable to hide your amazement.

“how did you do that?” you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. jimin’s smile broadened, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. “already so impressed?” he replied, his tone light and teasing. “you should be.”

as you trudged home, the crisp evening air provided a slight reprieve from the sweltering heat of the day. the sky was painted with hues of pink and orange as the sun began to set, casting long shadows along the deserted sidewalks. the rhythmic sound of your footsteps echoed against the quiet streets, a comforting metronome in the solitude of your walk.

suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you spun around sharply, your heart skipping a beat, but found only the empty street stretching behind you. you frowned, brushing off the sensation as a trick of the mind, and turned back around to continue your journey. however, the sight that greeted you made you catch your breath. jimin stood there, his presence like an unexpected burst of color in the dimming light. his sudden appearance was startling. you exhaled sharply and muttered, “stop doing that.”

a mischievous grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “you’re pretty like that,” he said, his voice smooth and teasing. you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rising in your cheeks. “what do you mean by that?” you asked, only to find that he was no longer there. the sudden emptiness where he had been left you feeling slightly disoriented.

you turned around quickly, and there he was again, standing behind you. his grin was unwavering, his eyes filled with playful mischief. “like that,” he repeated, his voice echoing in your ears.

you frowned in exasperation, your patience wearing thin. “stop scaring me,” you demanded, though the hint of amusement in your voice betrayed your frustration. jimin chuckled softly, his laughter a gentle ripple in the quiet evening. “it’s amusing,” he said, his voice lingering in the air as if he were still beside you.

just as you were about to respond, you felt yourself stumble, your foot catching on an uneven patch of sidewalk. before you could fully lose your balance and fall, jimin was there, catching you with effortless grace. he held you steady, his smile warm and reassuring. “but saving you is much better,” he whispered close to your ear.

you looked up at him, a mixture of annoyance and relief in your eyes. “you’re insane,” you said, though your voice carried a hint of gratitude. “i was fine on my own.”

jimin scoffed lightly, his gaze playful. “how did you like the taste of toilet water?” he asked, his tone laced with a teasing edge. your eyes widened in shock. “you saw that?” you gasped, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

he rolled his eyes as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. “i see everything,” he said dismissively. you quickly covered yourself, feeling a surge of indignation. “pervert!” you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of mortification and anger.

jimin’s eyes widened in surprise, his expression turning thoughtful. “a pervert?” he repeated, as if he were considering the accusation seriously. after a moment, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “would you like to be sent to the underworld?”

you shook your head vigorously, the thought of such a fate making you shiver. “no!” you said, your voice filled with urgency.

jimin smirked, his expression one of satisfied amusement. “that’s what i thought,” he said, his tone light and mocking.

by the time you reached your front door, jimin was nowhere to be seen. you rolled your eyes, muttering under your breath, “i know you’re there.” the familiar thwack against the back of your head, like an invisible slap, confirmed his lingering presence. you opened the door and stepped inside, where your brother daehyun was waiting. he looked at you with a skeptical expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. “who were you talking to?” he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

you shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “just talking to myself,” you said with a casual wave of your hand. saehyun stared at you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “maybe you really have lost your mind,” he said, shaking his head in awe.

you playfully smacked him on the head, his reaction a mix of surprise and annoyance. “shut up,” you said with a grin, before heading toward your room. as you passed by the kitchen, your mother called out, “you seem to be in a better mood today.”

you paused for a moment, contemplating her observation. it was true that something had shifted within you, a glimmer of unexpected excitement mingling with the confusion. you turned to her and gave a small, genuine smile. “yeah,” you agreed softly. “maybe i am.”

as you closed the door behind you, the click of the lock seemed to echo in the quiet room. you leaned against the door for a moment, letting out a deep sigh as you tried to shake off the day’s events. the room was dimly lit by the slant of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long, ghostly shadows that danced across the walls.

when you turned around, you gasped. there, leaning casually against the edge of your bed, was jimin. his presence was both startling and oddly comforting. “i told you to stop doing that,” you said, trying to keep the irritation out of your voice.

jimin rolled his eyes with a dramatic flourish, his expression one of amused exasperation. “you’re easy to scare,” he replied with a smirk that made your heart skip a beat. he tilted his head slightly and added, “you must not be used to having men in your room.”

the comment struck a nerve, and you scoffed, feigning offense. “i’ve had plenty of experience,” you retorted, though the blush rising to your cheeks betrayed the unease you felt.

jimin’s eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter, his lips twitching into a smirk. “yeah, right,” he teased, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. he paused and then added, “i’ve seen it all, you haven’t gotten laid in eighteen years.”

the jibe made your face flush with a mix of embarrassment and irritation. “i’ll kick your eyes,” you threatened, your voice edged with frustration. jimin raised his hands in mock surrender, a look of exaggerated fear crossing his face. “really?” he asked, his tone a perfect blend of feigned terror and mischief.

you nodded decisively and reached out to slap him, but his reflexes were impossibly quick. he caught your wrist effortlessly, his grip surprisingly firm. you tried to free your hand, but he held it fast. he smiled, a glint of amusement in his eyes. “like that?” he asked, his voice a low, teasing murmur. stunned, you raised your other hand, only to find that he was already there, catching it with equal ease. his strength was undeniable, and no matter how much you struggled, you couldn’t pull free. “don’t hit me that hard,” he said with a teasing lilt, his smile widening.

you were about to retort when he suddenly moved with a fluid, almost predatory grace. before you could react, he had you pinned against your closet door. your breath caught in your throat, and you felt your heart race as his face came dangerously close to yours. the proximity was overwhelming; his scent was intoxicating, and the heat of his body pressed against yours made it hard to think.

his smile was both captivating and unsettling. he leaned in slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “why’s your heart beating so fast?” he asked softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear.

you gulped, your gaze unable to tear itself away from his striking features. his eyes were mesmerizing, and his closeness made you acutely aware of how pretty he truly was. “because you’re scary,” you managed to say, your voice trembling slightly.

jimin scoffed lightly, releasing you with a dramatic flair as if your words had wounded him. “scary? you’re scarier,” he said, feigning offense as he took a step back, allowing you to breathe again.

you rolled your eyes, grateful for the distance, and waved your hand dismissively. “leave me alone. i have homework,” you said, trying to sound authoritative despite the lingering blush on your cheeks. his smile softened as he observed you, his gaze lingering on the flush that had crept up your neck. “homework, huh?” he mused, his tone carrying a hint of mock sympathy. he could clearly hear the rapid thumping of your heartbeat, and it only seemed to please him more.

you settled into your desk, the weight of the day's events still lingering in your mind. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of your desk lamp, casting a warm, amber hue across the pages of your textbook. you had spread out your notes and textbooks with meticulous care, determined to tackle your calculus homework despite the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling. the air was heavy with the quiet hum of concentration, punctuated only by the occasional scratch of your pencil against the paper.

as you jotted down what you hoped were coherent notes on differential equations, you couldn’t shake the sensation of being watched. the hairs on the back of your neck prickled, and you glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting to see jimin’s mischievous grin. but the room remained empty, save for the clutter of your textbooks and papers. just as you resumed your scribbling, a voice broke the silence. “what are you working on?” jimin’s voice was smooth and casual, yet it carried a hint of amusement.

you jumped, nearly knocking over your pencil. “calculus,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you continued to pretend to write notes. the subject matter, filled with complex equations and symbols, seemed even more daunting with his, once again, unexpected presence.

he strolled over with a lazy grace, his hands tucked into the pockets of his school uniform jacket. his eyes roamed over your paper with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. “do you actually have any idea what you’re doing?” he asked, his tone dripping with mock concern. you glanced up at him, attempting to maintain a facade of confidence. “yes,” you said firmly, though a hint of uncertainty crept into your voice.

jimin’s eyebrow arched skeptically. “are you lying?” he asked, his gaze narrowing as if he were scrutinizing every word you said. you hesitated, caught off guard by his directness. “yes,” you admitted with a sheepish grin, unable to maintain the pretense any longer.

he sighed theatrically, shaking his head with an exaggerated air of disappointment. “lying in the underworld is punishable, you know,” he said, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone. “people get their tongues cut out for that.” your eyes widened in alarm, and you gasped, “are you serious?” the very idea of such a gruesome punishment sent shivers down your spine, and you could hardly believe he was being genuine.

jimin stifled a giggle behind his hand, clearly finding your reaction amusing. “oh, absolutely,” he affirmed with a mischievous glint in his eye. you sighed, your shoulders slumping as you muttered, “i can’t wait to go to heaven.”

he raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “you’d never see heaven’s gates,” he said dismissively, a hint of derision in his voice. your eyes flashed with indignation as you retorted, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

jimin’s smirk widened. “you’re right,” he admitted, but his tone was far from apologetic. he glanced at your paper, his expression shifting to one of mild interest. “by the way, the answer to that equation is supposed to be squared,” he said, pointing at a particular spot on your paper with a casual air.

you let out a nervous laugh, feeling a wave of relief mixed with embarrassment. you quickly reached for your eraser, smudging out the scarily wrong answer you had previously written. with a trembling hand, you scrawled the correct answer in its place, hoping it would salvage your assignment. jimin watched you with an amused glint in his eye, seemingly delighted by the small victory of having helped you. his presence, though unsettling at times, had a peculiar way of making the mundane aspects of your life feel more bearable.

the clock on your desk ticked slowly as you fought against the drowsiness that tugged at the edges of your consciousness. your calculus homework lay spread out before you, the equations blurring together as you struggled to keep your eyes open. jimin’s presence was a faint, unsettling comfort in the periphery of your awareness. his earlier antics had faded into the background noise of your weary mind.

as you dragged your pencil across the paper, your eyelids grew heavier, and your head bobbed forward in a half-sleepy state. you mumbled aloud, your voice barely more than a tired whisper. “what are you doing here, jimin?”

a soft chuckle came from him, a sound that seemed to curl around you like a warm blanket. he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur that brushed against your ear. “do you really wanna know?” he asked, his tone laced with both curiosity and amusement. you nodded groggily, barely managing to keep your eyes open. “yes,” you managed to mumble, your voice trailing off as another yawn overtook you.

hia gaze softened, and he settled himself more comfortably on the edge of your desk. “well,” he began, his voice gentle and contemplative, “i’ve always wanted to live my life as a human, in the human world. i get to do that as long as i’m watching over someone.” you squinted at him through half-lidded eyes, the details of his face still fuzzy but recognizable. “why me?” you asked, your voice slurring slightly with exhaustion.

there was a moment of silence as jimin’s expression grew thoughtful. he seemed to weigh his words carefully before speaking again. “guess you were the chosen one, they sent me to you,” he said softly, as if the weight of the words carried a hint of destiny. his lips curled into a faint smile, though there was a touch of irritation in his eyes. “i wouldn’t have picked you if you weren’t so pretty,” he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. “all you do is cause trouble.”

you let out another yawn, your head nodding forward. “sorry,” you murmured, the apology barely audible as you fought to stay awake. you groaned softly, burying your face in your arms on the desk, too tired to respond. the relentless pull of sleep was too strong, and within moments, you succumbed to it, your breathing evening out as you drifted into a deep, much-needed slumber.

jimin watched you with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. as your breathing became steady and rhythmic, he let out a soft sigh, his gaze lingering on you with an almost wistful expression. he knew it was invasive, to watch you sleep like this, but he couldn’t help himself. there was something undeniably captivating about the way you looked when you were so peaceful and unguarded.

gently, he extended his powers, lifting you with a delicate touch of his mind. the process was effortless for him, and he guided you gently off the desk, ensuring you remained undisturbed. with a subtle concentration, he levitated you through the air, carrying you with the same care one might use to handle a fragile, precious object. he maneuvered you softly through the room, avoiding any obstacles as he floated you to your bed. as you were lowered onto the mattress, he took a moment to adjust the covers around you, tucking them in with a tender touch that belied his usual mischief.

he stood by the side of your bed, watching you with a soft, almost reverent gaze. you were curled up beneath the covers, your features relaxed and serene. the sight of you, so vulnerable and tranquil, stirred something within him—a curious blend of protectiveness and admiration. despite his role as a being from the underworld, tasked with watching over you and perhaps even unsettling you at times, he found himself captivated by your presence. the way your lashes rested against your cheeks, the gentle rise and fall of your chest with each breath, it all seemed to weave a kind of magic that he hadn’t expected to encounter.

as you trudged to school the following morning, the familiar hustle and bustle of the crowd provided a modest comfort. the sky above was a muted shade of gray, clouds hanging low as if mirroring the heaviness in your chest. the air was brisk, and you pulled your coat tighter around yourself, feeling the chill seep through despite your layers.

upon arriving at school, you approached your locker with a sigh, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the lingering unease from the previous night. however, as you reached your locker, you were startled to see jimin leaning casually against the row of metal lockers, his gaze fixed on you with a playful smirk. he seemed to materialize out of nowhere, his presence as striking and unanticipated as ever.

“slow for someone so thin,” he remarked with a teasing lilt in his voice. his eyes gleamed with mischief, a contrast to the gray morning. “do you ever eat, or is breakfast a myth for you?” you rolled your eyes at his casual tone and retorted, “i had breakfast this morning.” the words came out with more force than you intended, a small, defiant edge in your voice.

jimin’s smirk widened into a full-fledged grin, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “liar,” he said, his voice dripping with playful derision. “I can tell you’re lying.”

the truth of his statement was a bitter pill to swallow. you hadn’t felt the pangs of hunger as acutely in recent days, and your appetite had waned significantly since the bullying had started. the constant stress had left you feeling hollow, both physically and emotionally. the comment stung more than you’d care to admit, but you forced yourself to look indifferent.

his gaze didn’t waver as he continued, his tone now carrying an edge of mock seriousness. “there goes your tongue,” he said suddenly.

your heart skipped a beat at his words. Instinctively, you raised a hand to your mouth, your fingers pressing against your tongue as you felt a wave of panic. you bit down hard, testing to make sure your tongue was still there. the sharp, familiar pain confirmed it was, and you sighed in relief, though the discomfort of his words lingered. jimin’s eyes gleamed with an unsettling mix of amusement and mystery. “is it still there?” he inquired, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded vigorously, though the movement was almost imperceptible due to your anxiety. his sigh was almost theatrical, filled with a mock sorrow that didn’t match the amusement in his eyes. “it won’t be for long,” he said cryptically, and without another word, he turned on his heel and walked toward the school building.

you called out after him, your voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and frustration. “what do you mean by that?”

jimin merely waved a hand over his shoulder in a dismissive gesture, his smirk remaining as he walked away. the gesture was both casual and enigmatic, leaving you with more questions than answers. his cryptic remark about your tongue gnawed at your thoughts as you stood by your locker, the sudden absence of his presence leaving an unsettling void despite the childish teasing.

as the class droned on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus, the remnants of last night’s exhaustion pulling at your consciousness. your pen had been moving on autopilot, and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep, your head resting heavily on your desk. the soft murmur of your classmates and the occasional rustling of papers seemed far away, a distant backdrop to your restless slumber.

suddenly, a loud voice jolted you awake. “homework, everyone.” the professor announced, his tone authoritative. you gasped, the realization hitting you like a cold splash of water. the panic set in as you scrambled to recall where you had left off. the professor began walking down the aisles, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

when he reached your desk, you fumbled with your notebook, your movements clumsy and disjointed. you retrieved it with a mix of shame and dread, handing it over to him with trembling hands. the professor’s eyebrows knitted together in surprise as he flipped through the pages, his expression shifting from curiosity to astonishment.

“did you really do all of this?” he asked, incredulous. his eyes were wide as he scanned the pages filled with neatly written answers, each question meticulously addressed and correctly solved.

you blinked, equally puzzled. “what do you mean?” you asked, trying to piece together what was happening.

the professor pointed to your notebook. “you’ve completed every single problem correctly,” he said, his voice a mix of amazement and disbelief. “this is impressive.”

you glanced down at the notebook and saw, to your shock, that every question was indeed answered accurately. a wave of confusion washed over you. you hadn’t remembered doing all this work, and the sense of accomplishment felt both foreign and surreal. as you tried to process the unexpected turn of events, you caught sight of jimin across the room. his gaze was fixed on you, and he offered a sly smile. he mouthed the words, “you’re welcome,” with a mischievous glint in his eyes. relief mixed with curiosity bubbled inside you.

the professor congratulated you, his expression softening with approval, and handed your notebook back. you muttered a thank you, still trying to shake off the disorienting sense of having accomplished something you didn’t remember doing.

at lunch, you headed to the cafeteria, hoping to sit with jimin. as you approached the table where you usually met him, your heart sank when you saw taehyung sitting there instead. he looked up as you arrived, and you could see a smirk forming on his lips. “what do you want now?” you asked, your tone weary but guarded.

he raised his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. “i promise i won’t do anything,” he said, a hint of playful mischief in his voice. “actually, i was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime.” you were stunned into silence. the unexpected proposition caught you off guard, leaving you at a loss for words. before you could find a response, haesoo opened her mouth, but her words were cut off by a commanding voice.

“move,” jimin said sharply, his voice cutting through the noise of the cafeteria like a knife.

all three of you turned to see him standing there, his demeanor suddenly shifting from relaxed to intense. his gaze was fixed on taehyung, and he took a step forward with a steely resolve. taehyung’s smirk faltered slightly. “go around,” he said dismissively, “i’m in the middle of something.”

to your shock, his expression darkened. he slammed his tray down on the table, the clatter of metal against plastic loud and jarring. he grabbed taehyung by the collar and pulled him close, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper. “unless you wanna be in the middle of nowhere, walk away.”

the tension in the air was palpable. taehyung’s eyes widened in surprise, and without another word, he backed away, his earlier bravado gone. he turned on his heel and walked off, leaving the space around you suddenly quieter.

you were left in stunned silence, your heart racing. jimin’s transformation from the charming, playful figure to someone so intimidating and cold was jarring. his capacity for sudden, intense aggression scared you, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. you tried to ignore him, focusing on your food and conversation with haesoo, not wanting to attract his attention or fall victim to whatever mood he might switch to next.

the walk home was eerily quiet, the usual chatter and clamor of the bustling streets muted by a heavy silence. the afternoon light was beginning to fade, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch endlessly along the pavement. you could hear the rhythmic patter of your footsteps and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze, but jimin’s presence beside you added an unusual tension to the otherwise tranquil surroundings.

he had been walking silently next to you for a while, his stride effortlessly matching yours. his presence, though subdued, was impossible to ignore. he seemed to be waiting for you to say something, his eyes occasionally flicking towards you with a hint of curiosity. finally, he broke the silence. “what’s wrong?” he asked, his tone casual but with an underlying edge that suggested he was genuinely interested.

you gave a dismissive wave of your hand and forced a small smile. “nothing,” you assured him, trying to sound more confident than you felt. jimin’s expression shifted to one of mild annoyance. “you must think i’m stupid if you’re gonna brush it off like that,” he said, his voice laced with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

you sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. “i was just thinking. thanks for doing my homework, by the way.” jimin’s lips curled into a faint smirk. “you’re welcome. i’m nice like that.”

you paused, considering his words. “but there was no reason to be so cruel to taehyung,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. jimin’s eyes narrowed slightly. “really? were you actually gonna go on a date with that asshole?” he asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

you contemplated his question, trying to remember how you’d felt about taehyung’s offer. “maybe,” you said jokingly. his eyes widened with incredulity. “your tongue’s on the verge,” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically.

you gasped in mock horror and instinctively placed your hand over your mouth, as if to shield it from his prying. “stay away from my tongue,” you pleaded with a blend of annoyance and playfulness. jimin merely chuckled. “no promises,” he said, his tone light and teasing. this caused you to walk with your hand still covering your mouth, a futile gesture that did little to ease the odd sensation his presence brought.

when you reached your front door, you felt a sudden tug on the hand on your mouth. you spun around to confront jimin, ready to give him a piece of your mind. but as you turned, he was gone. the sudden absence of his presence was startling, leaving you standing there with a mix of frustration and confusion.

“asshole,” you muttered under your breath, the word barely escaping your lips as you glanced around to make sure he wasn’t lingering nearby. the street was empty, save for a few stray leaves skittering along the sidewalk, and there was no sign of jimin. with a resigned sigh, you pushed open the front door and slipped inside, the familiar warmth of your home a welcome contrast to the unsettling events of the day. you walked straight to your room, the encounter with jimin still fresh in your mind. the door clicked shut behind you, and you leaned against it for a moment, letting out a deep breath.

the room was cloaked in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon, casting long shadows that danced gently on the walls. the steady hum of your ceiling fan created a comforting backdrop as you sat on the edge of your bed, your thoughts tangled in a web of confusion and disquiet. jimin’s unpredictable behavior had been gnawing at you. one moment, he was charming and helpful, and the next, he was cold and menacing. the abrupt change in his demeanor was unsettling, and the weight of it made you uneasy. you needed a distraction, something to take your mind off the troubling thoughts.

with a resigned sigh, you turned on the tv. the screen flickered to life, and you absentmindedly began channel surfing, your mind not fully engaged with the images flashing before you. but then, a news anchor’s stern face filled the screen, and you were abruptly pulled into the broadcast. “—tragedy that has shaken the community. the bodies of oh mina and jung hana, two missing students, have yet to be found, and authorities now presume them dead. the search continues, but their families are left in agonizing uncertainty.”

you froze, your heart sinking as the anchor continued with a detailed recap of the events. the broadcast went on to describe the search efforts, the emotional pleas from their families, and the growing sense of despair that had settled over the community. the words felt like a physical weight pressing down on your chest, and a surge of guilt began to eat away at you. mina and hana had been cruel, yes, but no one deserved this. the thought of their families—worrying, grieving, and facing a future without their loved ones—made you feel sick. you found yourself grappling with the dissonance between their past actions and the very real, very human suffering unfolding now.

as you absorbed the gravity of the news, a familiar voice cut through your thoughts, chilling and disturbingly calm. “they got what they deserved,” jimin’s voice said, as though he had materialized out of thin air. he stepped into view, leaning casually against the door frame, his gaze fixated on the tv screen. “it’s a shame they aren’t actually dead.”

you turned to him, your eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “how can you say something so cruel?” you demanded, the hurt and anger evident in your voice. “how can you be so heartless?”

his expression hardened, his eyes narrowing slightly. “it’s always been an eye for an eye,” he retorted coldly. “they were awful to you. why should they get any sympathy?”

a surge of frustration erupted within you. “and what about their families?” you asked, the words coming out in a rush. “do you have any idea how they must feel?”

jimin snapped, his tone edged with bitterness. “they should’ve raised them better,” he shot back. “maybe then they wouldn’t have turned out the way they did.”

you were taken aback by his callousness. “you’re awful,” you said, unable to keep the scorn from your voice. “i can’t believe how heartless you really are.”

jimin’s demeanor shifted abruptly. he walked over and sat down beside you on your bed, his movements deliberate and measured. he looked at you with an intensity that was almost palpable, his gaze piercing through your defenses. “i did it for you,” he said softly, his voice losing some of its earlier bite. “because i cared for you.”

you looked at him, struggling to reconcile this softer side of him with the cruelty you’d just witnessed. “i don’t need a savior,” you said quietly, shaking your head. the weight of the day’s events and jimin’s complex personality were starting to feel overwhelming. his face softened, and for a moment, his expression was filled with a kind of sadness that seemed almost genuine. he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and almost tender. in his eyes, you saw something akin to heartbreak.

“okay,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “if that’s what you say.”

without another word, he vanished, leaving you alone in the dim light of your room. the silence that followed was heavy, filled with the echoes of the harsh words and the complexities of his character. you sat there, feeling the weight of his absence and the lingering discomfort of his presence. the room seemed emptier now, and you were left with a tumult of emotions and unanswered questions.

the night stretched long and restless as you tossed and turned beneath your tangled sheets, your mind an endless swirl of confusion and disquiet. your bed seemed to have become a cage, its confines growing tighter with each passing minute. the darkness of the room was punctuated only by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting fleeting shadows that danced unsettlingly on the walls.

you reached out in the darkness, searching for the comforting presence you had come to rely on. but tonight, there was nothing. no whisper of jimin’s voice, no flicker of his enigmatic smile—just an overwhelming silence that pressed against you like a heavy blanket. you called out his name, your voice barely more than a strained whisper in the stillness of the night. “jimin?” you croaked, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet.

the silence that followed was deafening. It seemed to stretch on forever, growing thicker and more suffocating with each passing moment. you strained to listen for any sign of him, but there was nothing—no rustle, no breath, no hint of his presence. desperation clawed at you, and you forced yourself to close your eyes, willing yourself to sleep, hoping that he would return with the dawn.

morning came, but with it, there was no sign of jimin. you woke with a start, the emptiness of your room a reminder of his absence. the space beside you on the bed was untouched, the air still and untroubled. you groaned, the reality of his disappearance settling heavily upon you. the morning routine was carried out on autopilot, the small tasks seeming to blur together as you prepared for school.

arriving at school, you felt the weight of his absence more acutely. the hallways, usually bustling with energy and life, felt hollow and empty. you walked through them with a growing sense of dread, your eyes scanning the familiar faces for any sign of jimin. but he was nowhere to be found. not in the crowded corridors, not in your classroom, not even in the places he had been known to linger.

you approached haesoo at lunch, a flicker of hope driving your steps. you needed to know if anyone else had seen him, if there was any chance he would reappear. “hey, haesoo,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety you felt. “have you seen jimin today?”

she looked up from her lunch with a puzzled expression. “jimin? no, i haven’t seen him. why? you two seemed pretty close. he was kind of like your protector, wasn’t he?” you shook your head, trying to quell the gnawing worry in your stomach. “he isn’t,” you said, forcing a casual tone into your voice. “he’s my savior.”

the rest of the school day passed in a blur of gray and disinterest. the absence of jimin cast a shadow over everything, and you found it difficult to focus on the lessons or the conversations around you. It was almost as if the world had lost some of its color without him. when the final bell rang, you walked home with a heavy heart. each step felt like a step further away from the fleeting hope you had clung to. you tried to convince yourself that his absence was due to the lack of need, that perhaps he was simply giving you space. but deep down, you knew it was more than that. you had made him go away, whether intentionally or not, and the realization left you feeling hollow and uncertain.

as you neared your house, you saw haesoo walking beside you, her expression bright and expectant. “so, what do you think?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “wanna hit the club tonight? it could be a lot of fun.” you considered it for a moment, your spirits lifted slightly by the prospect of distraction. “sure, that sounds good,” you agreed, trying to push aside the nagging emptiness you felt.

when you reached home, haesoo followed you inside. you found your mother in the kitchen, busy with the evening’s preparations. “mom, is it okay if i go to the club with haesoo tonight?” you asked, attempting to sound casual.

your mother glanced up from her task, her face thoughtful. “if she’s going,” she said with a dismissive wave, “you can go to the underworld for all i care.”

the words struck you like a chill, freezing the air around you. the mention of the underworld made your blood run cold, a sharp reminder of the dark and mysterious presence you had grown to both fear and depend on. you exchanged a look with haesoo, who seemed to notice the change in your demeanor but chose to remain silent. you forced a smile, nodding in acknowledgment. “thanks, mom.”

the evening was a muted whirl of apprehension and fleeting hope as you prepared for the night out. the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting warm hues over the meticulously arranged wardrobe. you stood before the mirror, scrutinizing your reflection as you adjusted the sleek black dress that clung to your frame. it was a classic choice, understated yet elegant, but tonight, it felt lacking—an empty vessel yearning for validation you could not quite grasp.

you turned this way and that, trying to find satisfaction in your appearance. the dress, with its delicate fabric and subtle sheen, was perfect in its own right. but it felt as if something crucial was missing. your mind wandered to the image of him, the elusive presence that had once been a source of comfort and assurance. the empty space beside you in the mirror seemed to echo with his absence, and the longing for his approval gnawed at you with an intensity that left you feeling hollow.

with a deep sigh, you slipped your heels on, their click against the hardwood floor a sharp contrast to the muted sense of resignation you felt inside. daehyun’s voice broke through your reverie. “call if anything happens,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of concern. you nodded absentmindedly, giving him a half-hearted smile before heading out the door.

the night air was crisp and cool as you caught a cab to the club. the city lights blurred by the window seemed to race past you, each passing moment amplifying the sense of anticipation and uncertainty that clung to you. when you arrived, haesoo was waiting outside, her excitement palpable as she greeted you with a bright smile.

the club was alive with an electric energy, the pulsating lights and thumping bass creating an intoxicating atmosphere. haesoo led you inside, her hand firmly clasped around yours as you navigated through the crowd. “loosen up,” she urged, her voice barely audible over the music. “have a drink. it’ll help you relax.”

you allowed yourself one drink, the cool liquid sliding down your throat and momentarily easing the tension in your shoulders. you clutched the glass tightly, savoring the brief reprieve it offered as you observed the throng of bodies swaying rhythmically on the dance floor. the music was a relentless beat, each pulse a reminder of the vitality you felt slipping away. as you sipped your drink, a tap on your shoulder broke your reverie. you turned around, half-expecting to see jimin’s familiar, mischievous smile. instead, you were met with the gaze of an unfamiliar man. he had a confident demeanor, his eyes appraising you with an intensity that set your nerves on edge.

“you’re a gem,” he said, his voice smooth and insistent. “would you like to dance?” you offered a polite smile, shaking your head as you replied, “no, thank you. i’d prefer to stay here.”

undeterred, the man pressed on. “come on, don’t be shy. it’ll be fun.” you declined again, but his persistence quickly turned into forcefulness. before you could fully react, he grabbed your hand with a firm grip, pulling you towards the dance floor. you resisted, trying to free yourself from his grasp, but his other hand reached out to grab your jaw. his touch was rough and invasive as he forced you to look at him. “you’re coming with me whether you like it or not,” he said, his tone brooking no argument.

panic surged through you, but before you could cry out for help or struggle further, the man was abruptly thrown backward. he collided with the wall across the room with a violent thud, the impact reverberating through the space. the music abruptly stopped, plunging the club into a stunned silence as gasps spread through the crowd.

your heart raced, but as you watched the man slump against the wall, his head hanging limply, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. you knew—had always known—that he was still there. the subtle, yet unmistakable, presence that had become so familiar to you was now unmistakable in the man’s sudden, forceful removal.

the crowd was a sea of shocked expressions, their murmurs rising in a crescendo of disbelief. you stood amidst them, your gaze locked on the spot where the man had fallen, feeling a profound sense of relief and, oddly enough, satisfaction. you could not see him, but his protective presence was unmistakable, the unspoken assurance that he was watching over you even now.

the night clung to you like a heavy blanket as you made your way home, the darkness of the streets mirroring the turmoil inside your heart. the taxi dropped you off at the curb, the hum of the engine fading into the background as you stood before your front door, fumbling with your keys. your hands trembled slightly, the chill of the midnight air seeping into your bones, and you struggled to fit the key into the lock. after what felt like an eternity, the lock finally clicked open, and you pushed the door open with a soft creak.

the house was enveloped in silence, your family long since retired to bed. the only sounds were the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the darkness and the quiet thud of your heels against the wooden floor as you hurried up the stairs. excitement surged through you as you reached your room. with a flick of the switch, the room was bathed in warm light, but your excitement quickly turned to crushing disappointment. the room was empty.

the realization hit you like a ton of bricks, the breath leaving your lungs in a quiet, defeated sigh. you had hoped, prayed even, that he would be there, waiting for you as he always had been. but the room was devoid of that familiar presence, and the weight of his absence settled heavily on your chest.

you let the door swing shut behind you as you sank onto your bed, the soft mattress barely registering beneath you as you buried your face in your hands. the tears came unbidden, spilling down your cheeks in hot, silent streams as you whispered into the empty room, “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for making you go away.”

the words broke the silence, and you felt the sobs rising within you, shaking your small frame as you struggled to keep them quiet. you pressed your lips together, trying to stifle the sounds that threatened to spill out, but it was no use. the pain was too much, too raw, and it poured out of you in ragged breaths as you continued, “i’m sorry for saying i didn’t need you. i do, i really do, jimin.”

the room remained still, the silence that followed your confession only deepening the ache in your chest. you felt like you were falling into an endless abyss, the darkness and loneliness closing in around you until it was almost suffocating. you cried harder, the tears blurring your vision as you clutched your knees to your chest, rocking slightly as you tried to find some semblance of comfort.

and then, just as the despair threatened to consume you entirely, a voice—familiar and tinged with amusement—cut through the silence. “you’re ruining your makeup.”

your head snapped up so fast you almost felt dizzy, your heart leaping into your throat as you searched the room with wide, tear-filled eyes. and there he was, standing by the window, the corners of his lips curled into that playful smile that made your heart skip a beat. you couldn’t help yourself. you were off the bed and across the room in an instant, throwing yourself into his arms with such force that you nearly knocked him over. he let out a soft laugh as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you buried your face in his chest, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt.

“you must’ve really missed me,” he teased, his voice a gentle murmur against the top of your head. you nodded against him, unable to find the words to express the overwhelming relief that washed over you. “i’m so sorry,” you managed to choke out, the words coming out in a rush, desperate to make him understand. “i didn’t mean it, jimin. i didn’t mean any of it.”

he pulled back slightly, just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that continued to fall. there was a softness in his gaze that made your heart ache, but his next words were laced with playful teasing, “i don’t know if i can forgive you,” he said, feigning hurt. your frown deepened as more tears pooled in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling as you whispered, “i’m sorry, i’ll do anything, jimin. anything.”

he peered at you from the corner of his eye, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he pretended to think it over. “anything?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes watching you intently. you nodded without hesitation, willing to do whatever it took to make things right between you.

a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he pointed to his cheek. “give me a kiss.”

you didn’t hesitate. you leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you in a way that nothing else could. but before you could pull back, he turned his head, and your lips met his in a kiss that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body. he smiled into the kiss, and you couldn’t help but smile too, the weight of your earlier sadness lifting as you melted into him. the kiss was soft and sweet, a silent promise that you had been forgiven. but there was an underlying intensity that made your heart race, a sense of longing that neither of you could ignore.

when you finally broke the kiss, you looked up at him, your eyes searching his as you whispered, “don’t go anywhere ever again.” his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips as he replied, “i won’t, i promise.”

the words were barely out of his mouth before his lips were on yours again, this time more urgent, more demanding. you responded in kind, your hands tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer, the kiss deepening until you were both breathless. His hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against him as the intensity of the moment grew. the room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a world of your own creation, where nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours, and the unspoken connection that bound you together.

breathy gasps filled the air as the kiss became more intense, more desperate. his hands slid to your waist, pulling you even closer as the world around you continued to disappear. on that moment, nothing else mattered—no doubts, no fears, no regrets. there was only him, only you, and the undeniable pull between you that refused to be denied.

his fingertips trailed down your sides, reaching the hem of your shirt, and with one smooth motion, he lifted it over your head, tossing it aside to expose your braless tits. your nipples pebbled at the sudden coolness of the air, and jimin’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you. “so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

you reached for the button of his pants, fumbling with the zipper as you felt his hands move to the back of your neck, tracing the skin with his nails, his eyes feasting on your naked tits. his gaze was hungry, and it made you feel powerful, desired. without breaking eye contact, you lowered yourself to your knees, your heart racing as you took his hardening cock into your hand.

his breath hitched as you leaned in, your hot breath ghosting over the tip before you took him into your mouth. jimin’s hands found your hair, his grip tightening as you began to suck, your tongue swirling around him, exploring every inch of his length. you moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him and making his knees tremble. his moans grew more intense, his words a mix of praise and demand as he guided your head, pushing deeper into your mouth.

his eyes never left yours as he watched you, the way your cheeks hollowed out, the way your tongue danced around him. “so good to me,” he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. “but i know what you really want, don’t i?” you pulled back, panting, and nodded. you knew exactly what he wanted. without another word, you stood up, and together you moved to the bed, his hand never leaving the small of your back, guiding you, claiming you. your heart raced as you felt the mattress dip beneath you, his weight pressing you into the softness.

his hands were everywhere, exploring your body as if it was the first time, because it was. every touch felt new, every kiss a revelation. he pulled your panties down, his eyes never leaving yours as he exposed your vulnerable pussy to him. your cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and nerves. he leaned down, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “no one else will ever have you like this.”

his mouth found your clit, and you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to lick and suck. the sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his face, desperate for more. he chuckled against you, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through your body. “you’re so eager,” he said, his voice muffled against your skin. “it’s almost obvious you're a virgin.”

you moaned in response, unable to form a coherent argument as he worked his magic. your body tensed, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable, and then with one slick thumb sliding into your ass, you shattered, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. your eyes squeezed shut as you rode the waves of pleasure, feeling him licking up every drop of your arousal as your pussy spasmed around his thumb.

when you finally opened your eyes, jimin was hovering over you, his own pants and boxers a discarded mess on the floor. the tip of his cock nudged against your entrance, and he smirked down at you, his eyes full of mischief. “came for me just like that, huh?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. you nodded, unable to form words, and he pushed inside you with a groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. you were tight around him, your body untouched by anyone else, and he took his time, savoring every inch as he filled you completely.

his hips began to move, slow and deliberate, and you could feel him stretching you, filling you in a way that was both painful and exquisite. he leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss as he whispered, “i’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, you know that?” you didn’t care about the pain. you only cared about the way he felt inside of you, about the way his kiss made you feel alive. you wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of him as he broke through your barrier with a gentle but firm thrust. a gasp tore from your throat, but it was quickly followed by a moan as pleasure began to overtake the initial discomfort.

jimin’s eyes never left yours as he began to move in earnest, his hips sliding in and out of you with an ease that belied the tightness of your grip on him. you could feel your body adjusting to him, stretching and clinging to him like a second skin. the filth that left his mouth grew more intense, his words a filthy litany that had you squirming and whimpering beneath him. “fuck, i love you. only mine, no one else's.” he growled, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow, firm circles that had your eyes rolling back in your head.

your orgasm built again, more intense than the first. your pussy was slick with arousal, and with every thrust, he hit that perfect spot deep inside of you, making your toes curl and your back arch. he was relentless, his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, nipping and sucking as he claimed you in every way possible. and then, just as the tension was about to snap, he slammed into you, his thumb pressing harder on your clit, and you were coming apart, your body shaking with the force of it.

you felt him swell inside of you, his cock pulsing as he reached his own climax, filling you with his warmth. he groaned your name against your neck, his entire body tensing as he emptied himself into you. the sensation was unlike anything you had ever felt, a mix of pleasure and possession that had you clinging to him as if he was the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

when it was over, you lay there, panting and trembling, your body still fluttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm. jimin kissed you softly, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “no one else will ever touch you like this, remember that.” you nodded, your voice a mere whisper as you promised, “only you, jimin. only ever you.” he pulled out, and you felt the sticky warmth of his cum trickling down your thighs.

he lay beside you, pulling you into his arms, your bodies entwined as the last of the adrenaline slowly drained away. your heart was still racing, but it was a good kind of scared, the kind that came from knowing you had just given yourself to someone who would protect you with every fiber of his being. you knew he was from the underworld, that he had come to protect you, and in that moment, you had never felt safer.

after a few moments of quiet, he smirked and broke the silence with a question that took you by surprise. “was that really your first time?” his voice was low, slightly teasing, but there was an edge of genuine curiosity there that made you raise an eyebrow. you scoffed lightly, still feeling the lingering warmth from the kiss. “yeah,” you replied with a hint of sarcasm, “my first time just happened to be with a demon from the underworld.” the words were meant to be a joke, but the moment they left your lips, you realized how bizarrely true they were.

jimin propped himself up on his elbows, feigning offense as he stared at you with mock indignation. “how could you be so cruel as to call me that?” he asked, his tone playful but with a glint of something deeper in his eyes, something that made you want to tease him further just to see where it would lead.

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you, the tension from earlier easing into something lighter, more playful. “you’re right,” you conceded, your voice softening as you leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. the brief contact sent a familiar warmth through you, and when you pulled back, you locked eyes with him and continued, “you’re not a demon. you’re my savior.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. for a moment, you both stayed like that, the intensity of your earlier exchange lingering in the quiet space. his gaze softened, the teasing glint fading into something more serious as he studied your face, as if committing every detail to memory. he sighed softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he reached up to brush a stray strand of hair away from your face. his fingers lingered on your skin, tracing a gentle path down your cheek before coming to rest under your chin, tilting your face up slightly so he could look you in the eyes. “your savior, huh?” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. there was something almost sad in his expression, a hint of vulnerability that you rarely saw from him.

you nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you held his gaze. “yeah,” you whispered back, your voice filled with a sincerity that left no room for doubt. “you’ve always been there for me, even when i didn’t want you to be. you saved me, jimin.” the admission hung in the air between you, the weight of it pressing down on you both. you saw the way his expression shifted, the playful mask he usually wore slipping away to reveal something raw and unguarded beneath it. his eyes darkened, the intensity in them making your breath catch in your throat.

for a long moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with everything you had left unsaid. then, finally, jimin leaned in, closing the small distance between you as he captured your lips in a kiss that was softer, gentler than before. there was no urgency this time, no desperation—just the quiet, undeniable connection that had always existed between you.

when he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin as he whispered, “i don’t ever want you to feel like you’re alone again. you understand that, right?” you nodded, your heart swelling with an emotion you couldn’t quite name as you whispered back, “i understand.”

he smiled at that, a small, genuine smile that lit up his entire face. “good,” he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. “because i’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever.” you leaned into him, closing your eyes as you let the warmth of his presence envelop you, the steady beat of his heart beneath your hand grounding you in the moment. and for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace—like you had finally found the place where you belonged.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. eventually, he shifted, pulling you closer as he lay back down, his arms encircling you protectively. you nestled against him, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of calm. as you lay there, your thoughts drifted back to everything that had happened—the confusion, the fear, the overwhelming sense of loss when you thought he was gone for good. but now, in his arms, all of that seemed to fade away, replaced by a certainty that you couldn’t quite explain but knew to be true.

jimin was your savior. and as long as he was by your side, you knew that you would be okay.

✧.*

a/n: this was so cute can't wait to go back to jackson wang cameos and angst

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hamburgerndsprite · 7 days ago

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Sprite's Favourite Fics {Bangtan Fics} Part 7

Note: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 (completed)

(Also, all the moodboards are edited by me therefore I request everyone not to repost them as theirs)

[OT7]

{SERIES}

➺ Office CEO AU by jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue

Pairing: CEO! BTS x worker! Reader Genre: fluff + angst + smut Summary: you work for seven CEOs who have called you into their office due to a complaint Chapters in chronological order: 10.5 -> 12.5 -> 4-6, 8.5 -> 13.5 -> 1-3 -> 7 -> 7.5 -> 8 -> 9 -> 10 -> 11 -> 12 -> 13 -> 14.5 -> 14 -> 15 -> 16…

➺ Whirlwind by secret-kpoplibrary

Pairing: Hybrid! BTS x Reader Chapters: 16/16 Genre: Fluff Summary: You wouldn’t say your life is perfect, far from it in fact, but you make the best of it anyway. But a rapidly occurring series of events in your life results in a lot of changes. Some good, some bad. It’s hard to tell when it’ll end, but you find yourself meeting new people along the way that make you feel like you can tackle just about anything that comes your guys’ way.

➺ Shadows and Wolfsbane by daydream-hobii

Pairing: BTS x Female!Reader; Alpha!Reader, Beta!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Alpha!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Beta!Jungkook Genre: Poly!AU; Werewolf!AU; Shapeshifter!AU; Fluff; Angst Chapters: 20/20 Summary: Y/N is the youngest Alpha in her compound, owning a whole village. She was born by two Omegas, and originally wanted to be killed, but things were changing in her universe. At the end of the year, each Alpha can pick up to 30 new warriors, wolves that have been training, and the youngest always starts. Y/N never really chooses, asks for the ones who were unwanted such as the old or disabled. This time, she picks the strongest seven players among the warriors, and the other Alphas aren’t too happy, but she chose them for other reasons…. Hopefully, they’ll help her with the predicament she’s found herself in….

➺ Shelter Of Hope by daydream-hobii

Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Female!Reader; Human!Reader, Human!Namjoon, White Persian Cat!Seokjin, Siamese Cat!Yoongi, Border Collie!Hoseok, Calico Cat!Jimin, Australian Shepherd!Taehyung, Siberian Husky!Jungkook Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst Chapters: 25/25 Summary: Y/N and her husband Namjoon are the proud owners of a hybrid shelter, protecting and saving as many hybrids as they can. They have a couple of their own, a cat and dog hybrid, whom they love with all their hearts. In the shelter, they gain some hybrids with trauma filled pasts, and one particular one who no one seems to want. What will happen when their little family of four turns to eight?

➺ To Build A Home by euphoricfilter

Pairing: Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook x 9-tailed fox! reader Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU Chapters: 10/10 + Drabbles Story summary: With the government's hybrid sector hot on your tails (no pun intended), you have less than a year to solve the problem before they're legally allowed to take you in as a lab rat. What you didn't anticipate was the addition of 6 new members of your and Jin's happy duo. Luckily you both had enough love for 6 others.

[KIM NAMJOON]

{ONESHOT}

➺ God Of Destruction by jimlingss

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Words: 7434 Genre: Fluff, Angst, Light Smut, Fantasy Au Summary: Everything he touches breaks; except for you.

➺ Red by sailoryooons

☾ Pairing: Werewolf!Namjoon x f. reader ☾ Summary: For as long as you can remember, your village has been relatively normal. But when people begin to turn up dead right after a group of newcomers arrive, pieces of your past start to fall into place, and something feels familiar - particularly the quiet man who can't take his eyes off of you. ☾ Word Count: 21,148 ☾ Genre: Supernatural, thriller, smut

➺ A Very Personal Assistant by mintjoonlep

Pairing: CEO! Namjoon/ Personal assistant! Reader Length: 7K Summary: Initially, you’d been somewhat uncertain about taking a job as the personal assistant to one Kim Namjoon, particularly when part of the job description entailed potentially having a discreet sexual relationship with your boss. Without a significant other to speak of and no better paying job prospects available, you’d accepted the position. Now, nearly a year later, you’d grown adept at your job, both as an assistant and as the secret lover your boss simply can’t seem to get enough of, a feeling that was definitely mutual.

{SERIES}

➺ Accidentally in Love by happy-meo

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader Genre: Fluff, clumsy namjoon Parts: 2/2 Summary: We’ve all had our clumsy moments but what if those embarrassing moments, where we hoped no one was looking, actually led us to the right person?

[KIM SEOKJIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Getting Bigger by sweetwritertanya

Pairing: husband! Jin x pregnant wife! reader Genre: SMUT. With a bit of angst and fluff in the mix Word Count: 2841 Summary: You are eating less than you probably should during your pregnancy because you’re afraid of gaining even more weight. Your husband, Jin, discovers this and is incredibly angry at you.

➺ Happy Kitty by jincherie

↼pairing: Seokjin x reader ↼genre: fluff, romance, drabble, hybrid!au ↼words: 2.4k+ ↼summary: After trying to confess your feelings for two weeks after Seokjin’s birthday, you finally trap him under some mistletoe.

➺ The Leather Loafers by jimlingss

Pairing: Prince! Seokjin x reader Words: 11.2k Genre: Fluff & Humour, Cinderella!Au Summary: Yes. You went to the ball. Yes. You ran into the prince. Yes. The shoe fits. BUT-! You aren't that Cinderella bitch. THEY'VE GOT THE WRONG PERSON!

{SERIES}

➺ Expect the Unexpected by bts-reveries

pairings: ceo, dad!jin x interior designer, mom!reader genre: family, fluff, crack, angst parts: 29/29 summary: Jin and his wife have been together since their third year of high school, married after eight years of dating, and now with three kids, Minseok, Soojin, and Haneul. You can say that his life was perfect. Everything was according to plan and everything fell into place. It was all he ever wanted. Now when he’s left to take care of his three kids alone while his wife is out to visit family, what happens when something falls out of place?

[MIN YOONGI]

{ONESHOT}

➺ The Missing Track by aelinad

Pairing:!Idol Yoongi x ! producer f. reader Genre: explicit romance (smut) !! MINORS DNI !! 🔞 Word count: ~ 30k Summary: Suga of BTS is on the edge, racing against the clock to finish his solo album. With just three songs left to complete and a looming deadline, he's struggling to find inspiration. In a last-minute move, his company pairs him with the highly secretive Producer K, a renowned but elusive figure in the music industry. Everyone assumes Producer K is a male, but when Suga meets the mysterious producer, he's shocked to discover that K is actually a talented and confident woman. As they collaborate, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Their chemistry is undeniable, but with a ticking clock and the pressure to deliver, can they finish the album on time? Or will their growing connection derail everything they've worked for? Secrets, passion, and music. Can Suga keep his focus, or will Producer K. change everything?

➺ Ex-things by namfinessed

pairing: Yoong x reader genre: angst (after breakup!) wordcount: (4.8k) summary: over the years, everything you've owned has belonged to yoongi and everything yoongi's owned has belonged to you but when you break up, everything is your's and everything is his but none of it belongs to the two of you anymore and both of you can't stand it.

{SERIES}

➺ Perpetual datejust by jiminrings

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 19k glimpse: when the general public hears the name min yoongi, they know him as the world-famous model who’s beyond talented in his craft. when the modeling industry hears the name min yoongi, they remember you: his resolute, firm, and sometimes rude manager who always puts yoongi’s best interests at heart — no matter what. alternatively, you’re yoongi’s manager and for the first time ever, you take a break away from him.

➺ So What? by bts-ot-7

Pairing: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse WC: 31,473 Chapters: 15/15 Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive.

[JUNG HOSEOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Blue by delightfulserendipity

↔Pairing: fiancé!hoseok x female!reader. ↔Genre: angst; romance; fluff; colorblind soulmate au; ↔Warnings: themes of pain; fear; sadness; loveless relationships. ↔Synopsis: "When you fall in love, you gain the ability to see colors. What about when you fall out of love, Hobi?"

➺ Things Change by yoonpobs

pairing: Jung Hoseok x oc genre: FLUFF, established relationship words: 3, 377 summary: when you're an unlikely pair but it works

{SERIES}

➺ The Apprentice by borathae

Pairing: Magic Student!Hoseok x Magic Student!Reader Genre: Fantasy!AU, Magic School!AU, s2f2potential lovers!AU, Romance Parts: 2/2 Summary: “Being a sorcerer has always been Hoseok’s dream. So when a well-known and powerful sorceress sends out letters informing the young minds of the city of an upcoming position as her apprentice, Hoseok takes fate into his own hands and applies. The only problem is that learning the arts of magic is reserved for women. He is convinced however that hard work and effort can charm the sorceress’ heart and get him the position.”

➺ Golden Heart by daydream-hobii

Pairing: Hybrid!Hoseok x Female!Reader Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff Chapters: 15/15 Summary: Y/N’s best friends all have hybrids, and she loves them with all her heart, but she doesn’t want to be the same as everyone. She loves hybrids, and knows her friends are kind to them, but hybrids are part human, thus they should have their own choices. Many people, unfortunately, abuse their hybrids and use them, so she tries to fight for their freedom of choice. Her closest friend, Namjoon, convinces her to rescue a hybrid so that it can be safe from harm, and her perspectives changes entirely.

[PARK JIMIN]

{ONESHOT}

➺ The Evolution Of You And I by readyplayerhobi

; Pairing: Hybrid!Jimin x Reader ; Genre: Fluff, light angst, mentions of smut ; Word Count: 10.2k ; Warnings: Mentions of loss of virginity, discussion of sex ; Synopsis: For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood pen pal to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

➺ Only You by personasintro

→𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: jimin x reader →𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: single dad Jimin, best friends to lovers au, smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst →𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: slight nipple play, oral (female receiving), protected sex, strong language, penetrative sex →𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 11.4k →𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’ve been always there for your best friend, even when he became a single dad

➺ Star Light, Star Bright by readyplayerhobi

; Pairing: Single Dad!Jimin x Tattoo Artist!Reader ; Genre: Fluff, smut, a tiny bit of angst ; Word Count: 17.5k ; Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, light biting ; Synopsis: Life has not gone exactly how Park Jimin imagined, and yet he can’t possibly imagine his life any different to what it is now. After six hard and stressful years, he’s now the happy owner of a degree along with being the proud dad of his little girl. But what happens when he meets you and his life is tipped upside down once more?

{SERIES}

➺ Sunny Day by baepsaets

pairing: hybrid! Jimin x reader rating: sfw parts: 6/6 summary: you’re a veterinary student specializing in hybrid care when you get a call in the middle of the night that a feral hybrid has broken into the clinic where you work.

➺ The Wrong Girl by smoljimjim

>Pairing: mafia/gangmemberPJM x OC named Siri >Genre: Mafia au, exes to lovers, angst, fluff, crack/funny, happy ending >Parts: 37/37 + drabbles >Description: Bangtan mafia group were meant to kidnap someone. Unfortunately for them, they made a mistake. They got the wrong girl. But that girl counts herself lucky for being kidnapped by them because she was finally reunited with her ex-boyfriend. Park Jimin. And she can’t wait to get back at him for what he did to her. There’s a fine line between love and hate. Which line will Jimin and Siri cross after meeting again?

[KIM TAEHYUNG]

{ONESHOT}

➺ Not What It Looks Like by hobibliophile

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: fluff, college au Word Count: 4.4k Summary: You run into the campus clown Taehyung when he’s in a weird situation but it’s reallynot what it looks like. Turns out, Taehyung is not what he looks like either.

➺ The T-shirt Thief by jungblue

pairing: taehyung x reader genre: fluff, smut word count: 9,812 description: In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two... or three...

➺ Waterloo [M] by kinktae

pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader word count: 13k genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut summary: Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn't believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story. Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love."

➺ Fish are friends by httpjeon

pairing. seahorse hybrid! taehyung x reader genre. angst, smut, fluff, hybrid!au wordcount. 10,605 summary. after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore...only he isn’t quite human.

[JEON JUNGKOOK]

{ONESHOT}

➺ My Best Friend by smoljimjim

>Pairing: BestfriendJK x OC named Siri >Genre: light angst, fluff, happy ending >Word count: ~8000 >Description: Siri has loved Jungkook her whole life. Ever since she first saw him when she was young, she's been in love with him. He loves her too. They're best friends, after all. Siri just wishes Jungkook could see her. Wishes he could love her the way she loves him. There was just one problem though... or maybe two...NOT your typical 'best friend' story - there is a twist!

{SERIES}

➺ Baby, my baby by pjimims

◇ pairing: single dad! jungkook x reader ◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au ◇ parts: 10/10 ◇ synopsis: “Raise my child, just for twelve months”

➺ Fan Identity by tteokggukk

✳ pairing: social media influencer! jungkook x social media influencer! female reader ✳ genre: enemies to lovers, crack, fluff, slight angst, social media au ✳ parts: 37/37 ✳ synopsis: in which you and jungkook are both famous internet celebrities that have never interacted, but share a common secret. you both have fan accounts for each other where you actively show support and express your opinions. one day, you were both nominated for the same award, social media influencer of the year. lowkey rooting for the other, you both express your opinions on your secret fan accounts as certain interactions begin to arise from a famous fan account dedicated to your “opponent” nominee.

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theharrowing · 2 years ago

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An Ghealach

Field Linguist Jimin Park travels to a remote island called An Ghealach off the coast of Ireland to research and document an endangered language, just in time for the community’s Beltane festivities. What he encounters is both horrifying and mesmerizing beyond his wildest dreams.

🌑 Jimin x Female Reader 🌒 word count: 9k 🌓 speculative horror, gore, major character death, dub con, smut, nsfw, 21+ 🌔 warnings: 🕊 dead dove! creepy folk horror themes (shapeshifting, human sacrifice), unable to tell dreams from reality, gore (mention of entrails, mention of bleeding someone dry, cutting palm and drinking/smearing blood), dubious consent (use of magic to put into a trance & coerce), angst, infidelity (mention of an engagement), smut (voyeurism & exhibitionism, oral & vaginal sex, a bit of ass eating, rough sex, holding of throat, blood licking, a little biting, forest sex, a need to be cum inside of), nickname "pet", major character cloning & off-screen death. 🌕 note: hello, and welcome to my fun little Beltane horror fic! appearance of reader in this fic shifts, and is therefore described. sometimes she has pale skin, other times dark, purposefully left vague aside from hair and occasionally eye detail. this story is a bit rushed because of yoongi concert week and final exams happening in the same month; i had a lot of ideas, but the time just kept creeping up and up and up, and here we are, at the end of May!

🌖 i also made a lot of shit up in terms of the magic, left a lot of shit vague, and did not worry much about whether things make any sense, so...go into this with a grain of salt; this is not meant to reflect any real Beltane rites or rituals, even if certain things (like the maypole) sound familiar. it is also not meant to depict a real place or a real dialect of a language. the Gaelic words are meant to feel wrong and strange because this place is wrong and strange. (a friend of mine who is Irish & a linguist helped me with the words; i promise you, the intent is to feel wrong.) enjoy!

🌗 mc goes by the name Rí; Jimin's pov appears in italic paragraphs

🌘 written for A Spring Offering Collab! check out the other works! 🌑 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 🌒posted may. 2023 | read on ao3

Cross his heart, hope to die Hang his entrails, bleed him dry

He is Here. He is here. Heard, have you? He is here.

The women of the island chirp and coo at one another, heads tilted inward, as if sharing a profound secret. Their voices are low but lilted with excitement, and the language in which they whisper is old – nearly extinct.

Your footfalls crunch through grass that has hardly seen rain – unseasonably dry, despite the air holding onto a thick, shrouding dampness. Soon, the sun will stay risen for more than eight hours, and, if this summer is bountiful, the clouds will open up and shower your island with abundance.

Seen the man, have you? They whisper, unused to men from outside the confines of the island; unused to skin darker than porcelain. No outsider has stepped foot permanently on this land since your father had, all those years ago; only mysterious strangers who last as long as the holiday allows.

Strange, his name is. They whisper. And the sun, his skin shines with deep hints of its rays.

"Girls," you call in a tongue that whisps through your lips, wind fluttering between delicate petals, ancient. "Our manners, let us not forget."

"Our manners, Rí," the women respond in a chorus, pulling their expressions straight, only to begin giggling the moment they think you are no longer listening.

Bright orange hair falls in tight curls to your shoulders, which are exposed to the sunlight. You wear a white long-sleeve chemise that rests mid-bicep and is tied loosely in the front over perky cleavage. Your emerald green bodice sits under-breast and opens to a long emerald skirt that falls to your bare feet over a hoop skirt made of layers of cloth.

Your girls are dressed much more simply in white chemise dresses and underpants. Some wear modest green or burgundy bodice dresses, and some wear plain white or black cloth shoes.

The propellers on the white aquatic plane whirr as you approach, and you hear two male voices speaking loudly over its engine. One man, dressed head-to-toe in a white pilot uniform, docks with the help of four of your women, and he exits the small aircraft.

After a pause, another man appears wearing a tan blazer over a white tee that is tucked into fitted blue jeans, with a black leather belt and black boots. Around his neck, a white kerchief is tied, and his hair is coiffed delicately off his forehead, casting a beautiful wave of silvery-blond that hardly blows in the winds coming from the sea. He looks as if he is dressed for a weekend getaway to somewhere far more exotic than here, and you find it absolutely adorable. He is more petit than you anticipated – average height and slender – but what stands out the most is the man's face.

Even from this distance, the man is breathtaking. His full lips pout as he straightens himself out, and he seems surprised and apologetic when the girls begin to assist with his things, pulling suitcases from the plane.

At his shocked expression and attempts to communicate with precious creatures who do not speak a common tongue, you make your way forward, holding your many skirts in hand so your feet do not trip. As soon as you approach and begin to shout to the girls to be careful, the man's eyes lift, lips part, and you watch the moment he notices you, deeply breathing in and holding it while you speak.

"Girls, girls," you call in the ancient tongue, "handle gently."

As his things are brought to the pier, the man begins to organize them. Everything is on wheels, and he must deem a certain suitcase more important than the others, taking it by its extending handle and dragging it to dry land first. There is a short set of steps between the path and the pier, and you walk down and reach a hand out to offer help.

"Thank you," the man mutters, seemingly uncertain whether you are one of the many who do not speak English.

"You must be Jimin Park," you say, reaching for the handle and watching as recognition and relief paint his pretty features.

Up close, Jimin is a thing out of fairytales. Wide, dark eyes glance curiously at the landscape, and each curve of his face is soft and delicate, despite his profile being sharp lines. An anomaly of beauty, carved with careful hands.

Jimin guesses at your name and you nod, flashing a sweet, welcoming smile – you had been the one corresponding with him before his arrival. He must relax, because as you begin to tug for his suitcase to lift it up the three short wooden steps, his hold loosens, and he eventually allows you to take it, only letting his gaze linger a moment before he turns to grab more of his things.

You help him with his belongings – four black cases in total – and each of you take two to wheel down the dirt path past the open field, along the edge of the woods that peeks out into the village, to the inn that sits ahead, to the left. Although your home is in the woods, you have prepared a room in the inn, sharing a wall with Jimin.

The village is quaint. There are a few homes at the far end of the walk, along a stretch of foothills. A town hall rests between the homes and the inn, and there is a small store room holding onto all imported wares, farmed goods, and hunted items. To the right is all forest until the cliffs open up to the vast ocean, and on the other side of the wood, village elders live out their days, never minding what you and girls do on this side, so long as their bellies stay full and hearths stay ablaze.

"Have you lived here your entire life?" Jimin asks slowly, annunciating each word with precision. There is a hint of his own accent giving the English a very pretty lilt.

"Nearly," you respond, eyes slowly wandering from the inn, sweeping the small hints of village that come into view, landing on the forest. "My parents arrived when I was little, but my mother was born here. The island is in my blood."

"And you are the only person here who speaks English?" Jimin asks, voice a bit shaky and hesitant.

As you turn to gauge his expression, you find hints of anxiety. You wonder if Jimin is not the kind of person who likes to seek the help of others; if, perhaps, you will have to be assertive in offering assistance with everything he may need.

"I am," you respond with a smile, "which means you and I are going to become quite well acquainted, Jimin Park."

Over dinner on the first night, Jimin opens up about growing up in South Korea and attending university both at home, and in the United States. As girls come to fill your plates with more cured meats, he notices that they call you Rí.

Jimin is an inquisitive fellow, whose pretty dark eyes are wide and curious – and somewhat glossy after two cups of honey wine – and you smile with feigned shyness, nodding your head demurely when he asks you about the nickname.

"It means king," you tell him with a grin.

"Ah," Jimin responds with a growing smile of his own. "So are you their king?"

With a chuckle, you shrug and say, "I suppose I am. We have elders but they live on another part of the island. I'm the one who takes care of the girls."

"And the hunting and farming?" Jimin asks.

"Much of our bounty is from the autumn equinox," you admit shyly, vaguely. "We had an abundant winter."

"Wow," Jimin responds curiously. "Good weather last year?"

It was luck that two cops came snooping around the island just before Samhain; their blood was the perfect offering to the old gods. With their entrails strung up, dangling from the trees, and slowly drip-draining into the grass below, the skies shined favorably through the cold season, and wild animals practically skittered and galloped happily into your traps.

"Yes," you respond simply, smiling fondly at the memory of the two transmuted squirrels who were sent home in the men's stead with nothing to report on but normal goings-on, on the island.

Magic of that caliber works best on the holidays, when the passages are open and the power from the other side covers your island like a rich fog, sparking it to life with intrinsic energy. A shame you used that power to create two men of the law, but the last thing your little homestead needs is more blue-capped guards snooping around for their missing men.

With the perfect specimen for this year's festival sitting beside you, your excitement shimmers, vibrating under your skin and making the air around you feel charged. You had hoped that, being as young as he is, you would be sent someone without a spouse, making it easier to fall under your spell – buying you a little time before having to clone the poor guy and send him back.

A shame that this season's sacrifice not only comes with a gold engagement band around his finger, but is so dreadfully pretty that you almost lament the thought of watching the light drain from his eyes.

But the land is hungry, and feed, she must.

“Cross his heart, hope to die. Hang his entrails…will he have pretty entrails, do you think?” you sing-song, lifting a handsome red squirrel in both hands, holding it eye-level to inspect. It had come to your window at the stroke of midnight, cheery and pliant.

An offering from the land.

A host.

“What a shame I can’t just keep him for myself,” you muse, considering the fact that you were able to transmute two men before. “Perhaps I will have to make a second clone, this time. Can you bring me a friend?”

The sound of thumping is what wakes Jimin up. At first, he thinks it may be a tree branch tap, tap, tapping against the window. But as sleep falls away to wakefulness, he realizes the sound must be coming from the other side of the wall.

Your wall.

Falling asleep was difficult, in the first place. Something about the island, and especially the inn, feels incredibly ominous, like there is a presence looming just out of the peripheral, never fully seen. And the scent that you carry – spiced cloves and fresh bouquet of wildflowers – lingered in the air, filling his head with thoughts of you.

Now, as he blinks through the darkness, he wonders if he had slept a wink, at all.

Jimin rolls over, attempting to ignore the sounds in favor of getting more sleep, noticing in his brief moment of wakefulness that it is still pitch black outside. But then he hears it…humming…low and inviting, causing all the little hairs on his arms to stand at attention.

Somewhat mindlessly, Jimin pushes the thick quilted blanket away and climbs out of bed, heavy-lidded and barely aware of his surroundings in the mostly-empty room. Golden lantern light glows in through the window, allowing him to see ahead of him just enough to make a clear path toward the sound.

In his dreamy haze, Jimin imagines voices whispering – beckoning him forward. Come to me, they say, tangling and slipping over one another, mostly incomprehensible flits of lips, teeth, and tongue, spoken too softly to truly be fully heard.

Jimin places his hands against the wall, presses his ear against the wood, and listens. The humming continues, muffled delicately by the layers that separate it from him. Is it Rí, he wonders.

As he continues to listen, his eyelids flutter closed. The thumping sound is rhythmic and soft, and the humming has shifted into something more sensual. Moaning, perhaps? Whimpering, even? He feels entranced by it and presses harder against the wall, feeling the cool wood against his cheek gradually heat, until his breath huffs out sticky-warm against it.

Come to me, Jimin, he is certain he hears in a voice that can only be yours. Don't be shy.

He feels drunk and loose-limbed, rubbery and pliant, and he sways his hips to the inviting song, dragging his blunt fingernails over the wall. The humming – the moaning – it intensifies, drawing his breath ragged, forcing small sounds of his own to come falling past his lips. His body feels electric – charged with a current that runs ultraviolet through his bloodstream, desperate for more, picking up hints of spiced clove and musky floral notes.

With a crescendo of whimpers, the thumping quickens and abruptly ends, and Jimin gasps, waking from his stupor, stumbling listlessly from the wall and wiping drool from his face. His head feels hazy as he blinks and turns, taking in the dark room and wondering what kind of dream he was just having.

In the quietude of the night, he stands still and listens. Had he imagined hearing something before? Was it all a dream? Only the scent of the trees below his cracked-open window fills the space, but he inhales deeply in search of something more.

Silence settles, heavy but somehow light, and he sighs, runs a hand through his damp silver-blond hair, and returns to the bed, trying his best to ignore the ache in his pants – hard and neglected.

"Not tonight," he whispers, scolding himself. Not over the thought of you. Not when he has someone waiting for him back home.

"Sleep well?" you ask at the sight of Jimin exiting the inn.

He wears a black tee tucked into black fitted jeans, with his black belt and shiny black leather boots, and you smile to yourself, both over the simplicity of it all, and from how much he stands out in a place like this.

Although denim is not frowned upon in the village, and is worn often by the elders on the other side of the island, the girls love to dress up in renaissance-reminiscent clothing and make believe that every day is a fairytale. After all, on An Ghealach, it can be.

You are modestly outfitted in a white chemise dress that is cinched at the waist, with an undershirt to hold your breasts in place, and simple cloth white shoes. Your straight, black hair falls waist-length, braided intricately away from your face, letting the sun hit your deep-golden skin.

"I slept alright," he responds, voice rough from disuse.

Jimin smiles softly, and you check for any glimmer that he has noticed the shifting of your appearance, of the outside of the inn, of the stone path that stretches around the forest edge. When Jimin smiles and asks if there is anything he can do to help set up for Beltane, seemingly unaware, you nod and lead the way.

"All there is to do today is prepare the land, which the girls have under control," you inform. "We can discuss phonemes in the meantime, if you have your equipment handy.”

With a wide smile, Jimin pulls a small recording device and notebook from his back pocket and holds them up. "Always prepared."

You chuckle and mutter, "Perfect," continuing along the path to the field where the girls are cutting the grass with old, metal devices on wheels, and gathering all the prettiest weeds and wildflowers to fashion into crowns.

Jimin makes good company, curious and open-minded without asking too much. You can see in the way he watches the girls that there is so much he would like to know – can read each question that flits over his eyes, only to be blinked away. Where did they come from? Why do none of them speak English? Where are the men? These are questions that just hang for brief seconds at the tip of his tongue but that he never works up the courage to ask.

Perhaps he knows it is best not to know. Perhaps some part of him is aware of the horrors that might lurk behind the corner of posing one question too many.

The two of you spend the day discussing vowels, consonants, and syntax. His grasp on modern dialects of Irish Gaelic is enough that he instantly begins to draw similarities between those and the older language spoken on the island.

And as the sun moves from burning hot overhead to sinking beneath the horizon, moving your studies into the inn's tavern, you find yourself scooting close on the bench while offering more honey wine to your eager, beautiful guest.

Jimin has never sleepwalked before. In fact, he tends to lay so still that often, his neck and limbs are sore the next morning, popping as he stretches in an attempt to get the blood flowing adequately.

So when he opens his eyes to find himself standing barefoot in the woods, hands outstretched toward the trunk of a tree, he yelps and jumps backward, nearly fumbling to his butt.

“What the fuck,” Jimin mutters to himself as he glances around, eyes becoming more alert.

The woods are nearly pitch dark, save for the bright glow of the waxing gibbous moon shining through the trees. What luck, he thinks, that the clouds are scarce tonight.

Although there is no foreseeable path, the ground appears mostly clear of thick brush. Jimin turns and makes his way out, careful not to step too hard, gently shuffling his bare feet outward with each step, avoiding sticks and rocks as best as he can.

Fear simmers just below Jimin’s skin. He attempts not to spiral, telling himself that he could not have possibly walked far. His blue flannel pajamas are warm, but thin enough that the chilly night air would likely have woken him quickly. And so, onward he presses.

A flickering yellow flame glows through trees ahead, just to the left, and Jimin lets out a deep sigh of relief as he changes course. Although he is pleased to be making his way back to civilization, his new worry is being disruptive as he walks back through the old, creaky inn. He does not want to disturb Rí, who he imagines must be asleep at this hour.

Despite the island being mostly covered in dense forest, the night is surprisingly quiet. Eerily so. Even in the daytime, insects and rodents are lively to the point of seeming cacophonous. How is it possible for everything to be so…still?

The sound of a particularly loud stick snapping – not underfoot but ahead – has Jimin tensing and freezing with fear. He holds his breath while his shoulders raise to his ears, trying his hardest not to be detected, until smoked clove hits his senses, and—

“Jimin!” you call softly, certain that his fear has spiked nearby, radiating like heavy, bright fumes between the birch trees.

And then you hear it, a soft, delicate voice, calling a tentative, “Rí?”

Ah, so the pretty thing is just ahead, and your plan to at least get him into the woods has worked without a hitch. You wonder what it was that snapped him out of his trance too soon. Next time, you think to yourself. You still have one more night to get him into the passage of his own volition.

“What are you doing out here?” you ask, feigning worry and exasperation.

“Ah—“ Jimin begins, voice sounding somewhat closer. “I don’t know. I must have been sleepwalking.”

“Is that something you do often?” you ask, holding the lamp higher.

Jimin’s pretty face comes into view, peeking from between a thin birch that separates you, and you smile wide and welcome, taking in the blend of fear and affection that wafts from his pores and surrounds you.

“No,” he responds softly, eyes wide and curious. “Never.”

“Strange,” you mutter, momentarily stuck in time and space from him standing so close to someone so dreadfully beautiful.

“Yeah,” he says soft as a whisper, blinking heavily before standing straight and rounding the tree.

You also straighten out and take two steps backward to give him room. When Jimin appears before you, your eyes drop to his bare feet, and you frown, making a mental note for the next time.

With skin shades darker and hair shorter than earlier, you wonder if Jimin catches onto the new appearance. But his face gives nothing away. So the spell is just as strong, even if he broke the call of the other side just before entering the passage. Interesting.

“How did you find me out here?” Jimin asks as you turn and lead the way back to the inn, searching the shifted dirt path for a believable excuse.

You slowly lead the way toward the inn, and Jimin quickly falls into step beside you. When you walked outside to follow your guest just moments ago, you had left doors open and lights on intentionally, and you raise a hand to point in the general direction of the building.

“I came out of my room and your bedroom door was wide open," you say. "The front door, as well. So I grabbed a lantern and ran outside; I figured you could not have gone too far.”

“Oh,” he responds, already sounding ashamed even from one syllable. “I’m so sorry.”

With an insistent shake of your head, you say, “Not at all. I am just glad I found you.”

“What if an animal, or—“ Jimin begins, but you cut him off.

“There is nothing on this island that we fear. Closed doors are only such to keep the cool air out where it belongs. In the temperate months, doors and windows are left wide open.”

You are the witch of the wood, after all. Nothing that lives and breathes on this isle exhibits an ounce of free will if you wish it otherwise. Which reminds you… Slowly, you will the creatures of the night to stir – a scurry here and a dance of wings there – gentle enough to keep Jimin from noticing.

Except he does notice. You can practically feel each hair on his body stand at attention the moment a squirrel is heard clawing up a tree, and you take a step just a little too far to the right, bumping into him softly with the hope of providing a bit of a distraction.

"S-sorry," Jimin mutters, rubbing his hands on his blue pajamas. He seems nervous. Cute.

"Lost my balance," you respond, shaking your head with a gentle chuckle. "It is past bedtime, I am afraid."

"Sorry again for the trouble," Jimin says as you reach the inn, passing through the threshold and stopping just at the foot of the stairs.

You turn to Jimin and give a soft, sympathetic gaze.

"It is no trouble at all," you mutter sweetly, smile saccharine. "I'm just glad I was able to find you."

Jimin hums, nods, and says, "It won't happen again," with a light bow of his head, then makes his way up the stairs, dirt-dusted feet falling quietly on each step until he is down the hallway, past your room, and closing his door softly behind him.

The look of wonderment on Jimin's face really is something. As you walk through the small town, past the stretch of woods in which you found him last night, he keeps turning his gaze back to the trees. Is he wondering what it is he was doing there when he woke up from sleepwalking? Is he curious what drew him to that spot?

You watch his micro-expressions as his brows knit and he wets his lower lip with just the tip of his tongue. He had been mid-sentence before, trailing off the moment you approached the spot through which he emerged.

Jimin's gaze drifts to you, and he seems shy suddenly, cracking a soft smile while blush rises to his cheeks. Once you pass the wooded area and come up to the opening of the field, he seems a little more present.

"Sorry," he mutters, and you continue to study him, noticing how his shyness seems to steadily build the more you watch him.

"Has something caught your eye?" you ask, glancing over your shoulder toward the line of trees.

A dark mist pulsates between the slender, white and brown trunks and branches, beckoning with tendrils that billow out and evaporate – yearning for the pretty man with the soft smile. Soon, you want to tell it. Be patient.

"Ah," Jimin mutters, scratching the back of his head with his face scrunched as if searching for a memory. "I guess I feel a little strange about sleepwalking last night. How did I end up in the woods, of all places?"

You hum in understanding and say, "The wood calls to us all, I suppose."

Without giving Jimin much time to dwell on your words, you hold out your hand and point him to where, in the center of the open field, some of the girls are setting up a maypole, and others are building a tall triangle of logs in the center of a stone circle.

Jimin takes out his small recording device and field notebook, and you begin to describe the scene before you in a mix of English and the ancient tongue, carrying your studies through the evening and into the early night.

In the woods again.

Jimin stares down at his hands covered in dirt and wonders how he has managed to sleepwalk two nights in a row. He stands with his shoulders slumped forward, bent slightly at the knee with an arm outstretched as if he was reaching for something before waking up. In front of him is the u-shaped opening between two thick tree trunks. Or is it the same tree? Jimin cannot quite tell – too difficult to parse in the dark – and he tucks the information away to ask Rí about later.

He would be freaked out, only the smell of the wood – rich, earthy, and damp, with the sweet, musky smell of blooming flowers – feels calming now that he is confident that he can find his way back. He takes a deep breath and resists the urge to wipe his hands on his pajama pants.

The walk back to the inn is short, and although there is no path where he is, a golden lantern glow flickering past the thin birch trunks guides him. As twigs snap underfoot, he notes that he took the time to put his sneakers on before sleepwalking, relieved to not be barefoot again.

Jimin thinks he can hear faint sounds of voices – whispering, or, perhaps, chattering. Maybe singing. The island inhabitants certainly are an interesting bunch. He supposes that being far from modern civilization and with minimal technology would make people behave a little strangely. With Rí being the exception.

Something about you seems…different. And not just because of your appearance. There is an aura about you that feels almost otherworldly. Perhaps in the way you carry yourself. Jimin finds himself intrigued by you...he wants to know more…

"Right there," you sigh in a tongue as rich and ancient as the soil, tilting your head back to reveal more of your neck, switching to English. "Feels so good, little pet. Don't stop."

His kisses are tentative and shaky, but he grips onto your hips with purpose, pressing his chest firmly against your back to hold you steady. Golden lantern light flickers through the curtains, one long, bright glow of a lamp that hangs just below your window, signaling that your friend is awake and that he has not entered the passage.

The woods are calm tonight, seeing Jimin swiftly return to tilled earth without interference. It is only a matter of time before he breaks through the forest edge, and you huff impatiently. Tomorrow is your last shot; you will need to beckon him with a blood ritual.

You reach for the ties on your chemise and begin to pull them open, but your pet takes over, raising his hands to deftly do the work while his lips and teeth drag over your neck, sending a small but steady tingle of arousal through you as the sticky-sweet huffs of breath warm your skin. With the top undone, his hands freeze in place, and you yank the fabric open, exposing your breasts as they fall past the thin white material.

"Touch me," you sigh, needy. "Touch me the way he desires to."

On your command, his hands cup your breasts eagerly, fondling your nipples until the skin is pebbled and sensitive, making you hiss with pleasure. Your dress falls down one shoulder and he sinks his teeth gently into the skin, sending a flow of electricity through your body, exiting in the form of a moan.

You tremble and tilt your head further to the side, giving his mouth more room to explore while his hands fall lower, attempting to gently lift the cotton layers of skirt and farthingale hoops before impatiently taking handfuls of the garments and shoving them up, over your hips.

Clear of the woods, Jimin moseys along the path, in no rush to return to his room, enjoying the crisp but warm night air. Something about tonight feels ominous, and he tips his head toward the sky, noticing a bright moon shining back. Is it full, he wonders. It must be, given the way it glows past the thin sheets of cloud, illuminating his path even more so than the lantern light that hangs from the inn.

As he approaches the inn, Jimin glances up, noticing light coming from one of the windows on the second floor. He wonders if it is the room you stay in, and what you might be doing awake at this hour.

Gravel and dirt crunch underfoot, quiet and calming as he walks down the path. Shadows seem to dance over the window above, and Jimin finds himself gazing upward. Briefly, he thinks he sees the appearance of palms pressing into the window, halting his steps. But the glass is frosted, and he cannot clearly see through.

Shame travels up Jimin's neck as he gets his bearings, realizing he had been trying to peer through someone's window. He shakes his head and takes in a deep breath, filling his lungs with the cool night air as he presses forward.

Voices continue to chatter and sing, but Jimin does not see where they are coming from. Rather, the sounds seem to be lifting and floating with the wind, settling around him on all sides only to slip away into the night. Despite feeling fully awake mere moments ago, shivering against a chilly gust that blows his hair into his eyes, there is a heavy sense of drowsiness that begins to tug at him, pulling him forward, as if willing his feet to take each new step, craving his bed.

The man behind you grips your hips tightly, then sinks to his knees, sliding his hands down to your ass as he lowers. He grabs firmly and spreads you, causing you to fumble forward and place both hands against the glass. Below, Jimin glances upward, attention caught by the movement. You wonder what he would think if he saw you like this – breasts exposed and mouth parted with surprise.

Perhaps it is the way eagerness and curiosity emit from Jimin, or how your own excitement from being touched has mewls and gasps falling from your lips, but the man digs his tongue eagerly into your ass, slurping and sucking over your hole, sending a steady wave pleasure and arousal coursing through you.

"That's it, pet," you whimper, nails scraping down the glass as you get your bearings. "Don't stop."

The man attempts to bend you further, tongue trailing down to your cunt, in search of your clit, but bending more would be too precarious, especially with the layers of material gathered, making it tough to move. He shuffles back instead and takes you by the hips to spin you roughly, causing you to yelp as you attempt to get your bearings and not fall over.

When you look down at the man – the imposter that was spawned from the flesh and blood of a mature red squirrel, crafted perfectly to look just like him – you gasp.

His plump lips are slick, glistening, and soft, reddened by the dim lamplight, and his short, silver-blond hair is a mess as he stares up with an eagerness that has you burning with desire. Ordinarily, you keep the clone for a bit; play with them a little until you have to wash their memories of you and send them home. But staring down at an imitation of Jimin just makes you want him – the real deal.

“Please,” you mutter, breathy and aroused. “Don’t hold back.”

The imposture rakes his blunt fingernails up your thighs, sending a shiver through you that escapes with a gasp, and he leans forward, eagerly lapping over your cunt with his tongue. It feels charged and galvanic – a hum that vibrates in your bloodstream on a low but steady frequency.

As your head lolls back you hear a gentle footfall on the bottom step.

Jimin finds it odd that your light is on at this hour. He hopes that somehow his absence from the inn has not awakened you again, and he does his best to tiptoe up to the landing.

It is soft, but he hears what sounds like a moan coming from your room, and he freezes, foot suspended in air just before your doorway, which is cracked open two enticing inches. A sliver of golden light casts a streak against the otherwise dark hallway, and Jimin feels a pull to it, eager to have just a tiny peek.

A whimper of the words please don't stop has the hairs on his arms standing tall.

Come to me, Jimin, he thinks he hears the voice say lowly, inside his head. Don't be shy.

Jimin wills his feet to move – exerts all the force he can muster into taking three more steps ahead. And then he stops in the light that shines from within, and he looks.

Surely, he must be dreaming. There is no other way to explain how he is standing in the doorway to your room, watching as a man who has his exact same hair and body type devours you. Your legs are spread, one ankle over his shoulder, toes outstretched as you hold him close, and your bare breasts heave as you pant softly and beg him not to stop.

Since this must be a dream, he allows himself to watch. As your fingernails dig into the wooden edge of whatever the look-alike has you pressed against, you unravel from his mouth. His sounds are lewd and wet, slurping and humming in a low tenor that Jimin recognizes as his own, and arousal stirs between Jimin's legs. He grants himself permission to touch, just this once, gently grasping onto his erection and squeezing it over his pants.

Since this must be a dream, he allows himself to whimper from the warmth of his palm, eyelids flitting from pleasure as he listens to the man who looks just like him eat you out. He wonders what you must taste like – wonders if you would let him crawl in there on his hands and knees and try for himself.

The man stands, turns his head slightly to the side, and wipes his hand over his mouth, leaving a trail of slick behind. The jaw, the nose, the shape of the brow – he is a spitting image of Jimin. How Jimin is in two places at once, he does not know, but he keeps his eye on the man who undresses in a flash, displaying his own tattoos exactly where he remembers them, flexing familiar taut muscle that he has spent years building and maintaining.

When you wrap your leg around his hip and pull him close, your eyes find Jimin, gazing over his look-alike's shoulder, and he gasps, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. You shift before his eyes, hair turning black and then orange and then blonde, and he begins to question how you are supposed to look; he cannot remember your hair, nor eyes, nor skin, but nothing he sees now feels incorrect.

"That's it, Jimin," you moan, eyes trained on him, looking over the look-alike's shoulder, and causing his aching cock to twitch in his pants. "Don't stop."

Jimin squeezes his eyes closed tight, and when he wakes up suddenly in his bed, he gasps for air, covered in sweat. The heat from what he presumes had to be a dream covers him like a blanket, and he cannot stop himself from relieving the ache between his legs.

Guilt and shame do nothing to stave off just how hard he cums thinking about you.

"Just this once," he tells himself, whispered softly like a prayer. "Just this once."

Today, you have returned to the long, orange curls, with piercing green eyes. Shadow and light morph your skin tone with each passing step, as the full strength of the island's magic fills you from the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers and toes. When Whitman waxed poetic about the body electric, could this have been his meaning? Certainly not.

Beltane begins today.

Around the maypole, you and Jimin will dance, with a belly full of cured meats and a heady concoction of honey wine laced with blood and a generous dash of magic. But first, you must greet your sleepy guest, and you tiptoe to his bedroom door dressed only in a thin, white chemise dress with light blue embroidered hems, and rap your knuckles three times against the stained wood.

"Just a moment," Jimin mutters from the other side, sounding sleep deprived.

What must he have dreamt about after stumbling like a lust-sick zombie back to his bed to the sight and sound of his clone fucking you breathless? Did he come to in a cold sweat, gasping for air? Did he touch himself thinking of you?

When Jimin opens his door, he is dressed in a loose-fitting white cotton shirt hanging over matching cotton pants. Along each hem is an embroidered design of light blue rounded flourishes that match those on your dress, and on his feet are plain white shoes. You offered the clothing to him last night, to be worn for today's festivities, and you are pleased to find him outfitted in the attire.

His silver-blond hair is somewhat disheveled, and he has a hint of bags under his pretty, deep brown eyes. As he takes in your appearance, his petal-soft lips part, and you watch as his eyes linger here and there, as if tracing the faint outline of a memory, for split, fleeting moments.

"Good morning, sunshine," you tease, adding, "May the fires of Beltane light your path," with a gentle bow of your head.

When you glance up once more, Jimin is still staring, curious eyes glowing with a new spark that seems entranced and somewhat foggy. Here but also not. You allow him to stare until he begins to blink and shake his head, and then he smiles softly and returns your greeting with a hint of blush darkening his cheeks.

"Merry Beltane, Rí," he says with a slight bow to his head. "May the fires of Beltane light your path."

At the breakfast table, down in the decorated inn tavern, Jimin laments having no pockets for his recorder and field notebook. "What if there are things I want to make note of?" he pouts so cutely beside you.

"Today is a day for celebration," you insist, dropping a generous serving of spiced honey into his tea and scraping the wooden spoon against the porcelain just enough to make Jimin stir where he sits.

"For celebration," he responds in a tired, malleable haze.

Lust and curiosity pour from Jimin, covering him in a rich cloud. Each time you speak, his body shifts ever so slightly closer, gaze lingering on your lips and throat, flitting down to your breasts. Shameless, the way he does not seem to care that you take notice.

"My dear, did you sleep poorly last night?" you ask, trying not to tease, pretending not to notice the way his cheeks darken further and he heavy-blinks again and again.

"I had a dream I woke up in the woods again," Jimin responds, slowly reaching for his tea and raising it to his lips. His eyes flutter closed as he breathes in the sweetened chamomile and spice. "And then…you were there."

"In the woods?" you ask, tilting your head with feigned curiosity.

Jimin shakes his head. "In the inn. Your door was cracked open and I walked by. I saw you—"

Pulled from his trance just enough to mind his tongue, Jimin cracks a soft smile and lets out a breathy chuckle.

"My dreams have never quite been so lucid before," he continues after a quiet moment.

You hum in response and mutter, "Perhaps the magic of the wood is calling to you."

Jimin nods, slow and shallow movements, brows knitting a hair before he concedes to the notion. "Perhaps."

Jimin certainly is an eager man.

Eager to drink from the wineskins and learn all the steps to the harvest dance and dangle colorful ribbons from nearby trees. Eager to join the girls around the maypole and cast his wishes and fears and desires into the tall bonfire which licks at the stars above.

At nightfall, under the glow of the full moon, you slice open the palm of your hand with a stone dagger and allow droplets of blood to fall into his cup of magic-imbued wine. Jimin sits unaware, eyes glazed over as he watches nude bodies jump over the dying fire. You lick over your wound, tasting brassy warmth, and pass him his cup, which he grabs automatically to sip from.

"Enjoying yourself?" you ask, leaning close.

Jimin hums in response, downs his cup, and turns to you with wide, ever-eager eyes, hair sticking out on the sides from beneath a daisy crown.

"What have you done to me?" he mutters after a long moment, and you giggle in reply.

"What do you mean?" you ask, watching as his eyes travel to your lips and back up.

"I feel…" he begins, eyes widening as he gazes at the celebratory scene before him, then back at you again. "I don't know. High?"

Jimin searches your features, which shift in the flickering flame light, and he shakes his head lightly. "How do I feel so high?"

"Blood ritual," you respond with a grin, noticing as Jimin's face and scent alternate between fear, acceptance, and confusion – unsure where to land.

"Blood ritual?" he asks, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy.

With a nod, you lift your hand and begin to stand from the wooden bench, beckoning Jimin to follow you with your index finger. Blood trickles down from your palm to your wrist, tickling the skin.

"Your hand," Jimin mutters as he stands in a rush, stepping forward to inspect your wound.

"Follow me," you sing-song, taking large strides into the wood as the dripping red begins to stain your sleeve.

"Rí," Jimin mutters sadly, following dutifully with his eyes trained to your wrist, reaching out with limbs that are just slightly too slow to grasp. "you're hurt."

As your footfalls snap twigs and the world around you darkens under the cover of trees and long rainbow ribbons, you press yourself against a thick trunk and reach your uninjured hand out to grab onto Jimin's wrist and pull him close.

"Rí," Jimin pouts, "I can't—"

With a whispered, "Shh," you reach up and smear your spilled blood over Jimin's lips and chin, pulling a surprised gasp from his lungs.

"You're mine now," you say, and Jimin nods as he lunges forward, slotting a knee between your thighs as his hands lift to your chin to draw you close.

Jimin's lips are pillow-soft and tangy-sweet with blood and wine mingling deliciously. He moans as you open your mouth for him, and he eagerly licks inside, tasting and taking like a man starved.

Blood smears across his neck and into his hair as you pull him close, and he gasps and moans between your lips as his hands begin to untie your modest cloth dress and push it down past your arms, past your hips, to the forest floor.

"Need you," Jimin growls as his fingertips press harshly into hips and, waist and he lifts one of your legs to rest over his hip.

He shoves his pants down and in one swift movement, spears you on his hard cock, stretching you with a pleasure-pain that has you sobbing into the night. Jimin fucks you in a rough tangle of balanced limbs, skin slapping desperately against skin, and you clench around him, working yourself up as pleasure unfurls in rich tendrils through your bloodstream.

Once he cums inside you, there will be no going back. He will belong to you – to the land – and the passage to the other side will open up and swallow him whole.

But his hips still before he reaches his orgasm, and he pulls out and drops to his knees, making you whimper in confusion before clawing at the tree for stability from pleasure the moment he tastes you. Your eager pet was good at mimicking just how greedy and talented Jimin's mouth is, but pales in comparison to the real thing. Jimin hums and moans as his tongue laps at your cunt, devouring you while his fingertips sink into your soft flesh.

How can you sacrifice something so remarkable? Will the lands forgive you if you keep this one, just this once?

Pleasure builds and breaks suddenly, and you cum on Jimin's tongue, gasping and sobbing into the cool night air as the trees flutter and rejoice all around you. The air is effervescent, filled with power, engulfing and billowing around you, reaching its greedy fingers for your sacrifice as you ride your high, trembling on his soft, kiss-swollen lips.

When Jimin stands, covered in a pink smear of blood and your slick release, he yanks his borrowed white shirt over his head and throws it to the ground. You pull him into a kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth until only faint traces of your essence remain.

"Please," you whine as you spin and grip onto the tree, rubbing your ass against his throbbing cock. "Please, Jimin."

Never have you needed to be filled with the seed of a sacrifice so badly; never has the oxygen coursing through your bloodstream shimmered opalescent for someone like it does tonight.

Jimin lines himself up with your entrance and wraps one hand around your throat, sinking himself in slowly while manicured fingernails dig into your hip. The pleasure is white-hot intense, quaking through you as you tilt your hips backward, desperate to feel full.

"So tight," he groans as he pulls out and snaps his hips forward. "Been wanting you so bad."

You moan as Jimin slowly pulls out and roughly thrusts in, asking, "Yeah?" when you find that no other words are able to form.

"Feels like I'm going fucking crazy," Jimin groans, slowly pulling back and roughly snapping forward, back and forward, back and forward. "These woods…the blood…what are you doing to me?"

Before you can respond, Jimin's grip on your throat tightens, and he fucks you at a rough, quick pace, forcing air to punch from your lungs as arousal and pleasure ebb and ebb endlessly.

You scratch at the tree, ripping away chunks of bark while you lean your head against your wrists and try not to collapse under the treacherous, horrifying weight of euphoria as Jimin thrusts hard and deep, filling the night with the sounds of skin against skin and feral, animalistic grunts.

The hand on your hip reaches down between your legs, and as the pads of Jimin's fingers swirl deliciously over your clit, he growls, "Cum for me" into your ear.

Your walls pulsate and squeeze, and you follow his command, building and building your pleasure until you can no longer hold back, allowing the floodgates to burst as you cum once more.

"Fuck, that's it," Jimin moans with a drag of his lips and teeth over your shoulder and neck. "Feels so good. So fucking good. I'm so close."

"Cum inside me," you beg, desperate, squeezing around him with every last ounce of willpower you have.

As if having a sudden moment of clarity pulling him from your spell, Jimin quietly mutters, "Wait…I can't," against your shoulder, dropping his hand from around your throat.

"You must," you beg, petulance rising as Jimin's hips begin to slow and his whimpers die.

"What are we…" Jimin mutters softly, "I shouldn't be doing this."

With an exasperated huff, you pull away from Jimin, letting his cock slide out, then spin, resting your back against the tree once more. Jimin's eyes are wide and afraid as he takes you in, and he begins to glance around as if searching for a way out.

You reach the hand that remains covered in blood and drag it over one of your shoulders, scraping tiny pieces of tree bark against your skin as you tilt your head and say, "Have a taste."

Drawn by the scent of your blood, still under its spell, Jimin leans in close and drags his lips over your skin, chest lightly grazing over your hard nipples, and he hums as it fully takes over his senses once more. Jimin's fingers grip roughly at your hips, and you lift your leg, wrapping it around his hips and pulling him forward as you reach for his hard, slick cock and guide it back inside you.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him close while you adjust once more to the stretch – your pussy feeling used and sore. Jimin licks over your skin and begins to move his hips, and when he straightens out and fixes you with his dark gaze, he appears equal parts entranced with bliss, and afraid.

Jimin's eyes are somewhat absent of their full glaze when he thrusts forward, and you watch as slivers of doubt cast over his features. Although your magic is strong, the will of a man can be difficult to break, even on a holiday such as this, when the ritual is strongest.

But as you squeeze around him and let your scent of spiced clove and musky wildflowers fill the air, Jimin's pupils blow wide, and he leans forward, dragging his lips and teeth once more over your bloodstained skin.

As he sets a steady pace and chases his high, Jimin begins to suck and nip at your skin, huffing moans and groans while holding your ass firmly in two hands. Your body is tired and sore, back scratched, and hair matted from rough tree bark, but the pleasure overpowers, building like the clouds of an impending storm, thick and foreboding.

Cross his heart…

"Close," Jimin whimpers, and you tighten your leg around him, keeping him from pulling out as his hips thrust and quake unevenly.

"Come for me, Jimin," you command, sinking your fingernails into his shoulder while your other hand tugs at his soft, silvery hair and holds him close.

Hope to die…

Jimin mouths at your shoulder and neck, digging nails into your hips so hard you wonder if the skin might break. And then, with a desperate, almost pained groan, Jimin's hips still and then shake, and he fills you with his release.

Tendrils of fog wrap around each of Jimin's limbs, dancing over his throat, as the passage opens up and begins to swallow the two of you whole. Once he is on the other side, he can be prepared for sacrifice, and in the light of the morning sun, this land can drink of his blood.

Hang his entrails…

"Good boy," you mutter softly, as Jimin's teeth clamp down weakly, and he sobs through his orgasm, pressing his body into you as it convulses and quakes. "You've done so well."

"What—" Jimin mutters into your skin, then moans deeply as his cock continues to pulse and drain. "I can't s-s-stop."

"Shhh," you whisper softly, stroking blood-slicked silver-blond hair and pulling him close.

Jimin shivers as the smoke dissipates, skin sweat-sheened and shining in the bright moonlight, and you run your palms up and down his back. His body begins to give out, and he leans his weight into you, dropping slowly to the ground. Around you, the voices of the others – the inhabitants of this side – whisper, sing, and chant. As you assist Jimin to lay on the forest floor, exhausted from his journey to the other side, you kneel and then drape yourself over his chest, playing softly with his hair as you fall fast asleep.

Bleed him dry…

Dawn breaks as you stand tippy-toe, dangling dripping tissue and sinew from branch to low branch like a holiday garland.

"Pretty entrails, indeed," you beam as you take a step back, covered in dripping blood, to admire your work.

"Merry Beltane, Rí," Jimin's rich tenor greets you, just before two strong, warm arms wrap around your bare waist and pull you into a back-hug, skin against skin.

"Merry Beltane, pretty," you respond, turning your head to the side just enough to greet him with a soft, chaste kiss.

Upstairs, in the inn, a copy of the man sleeps soundly. Today is his last day on the island before his research is concluded, and you pull your nude, love-struck Jimin past the edge of the forest, where you will leave him with one last kiss before shifting the wood to appear normal and free of bloodied guts.

You bow your head to the land and thank it for the bountiful summer you will undoubtedly receive, then turn your head to the rising sun, and beg it with eyes closed to allow you to be greedy and keep a pet, just this once. At least until the long days shift to long nights, and, on the precipice of Lughnasadh or Samhain, a new eager stranger comes along.

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