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darkestcorners · 3 years ago

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raven | yandere!jungkook au

— pairing: cult leader!jungkook x reader ( f )

— genre: yandere, angst, smut

— warnings: 18+, NON-CON , S/A, triggering themes, arranged marriage ( sort of ), obsessive & unhealthy behavior, manipulation, supernatural themes, gore and violence, blood, mentions of child sacrifice, mentions of rituals & the occult, mentions of religion, jk is just a straight up menace in this im sorry

— word count: 15k

summary : There’s an evil that lurks in your village but you’re convinced it has noting to do with the sweet baker’s son you are meant to marry.

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The shift in the air was felt instantly, like a black cloud summoning from beneath the mountains ahead. Yet the sky was clear as ever, the sun bathing you completely.

You gripped the basket in your hands tighter, not being able to shake away the dreadful feeling that came over you. There was many dangers in the forest, but there also many dangers in the village, people had grown desperate over the years.

The immense poverty had struck your home even more brutally than the other neighboring villages. It was not rare for thieves to linger behind the shadows, waiting to strike and snatch up the little food you had managed to gather.

Luckily for you, most people wouldn’t bother to steal what you were carrying. There was only a handful of berries, alongside some herbs for some tea to make for your father tonight. He had been having terrible body aches and you had little to no knowledge on remedies but an old woman had told you about certain herbs that were found far south of the forest, not too deep in but if you followed a distinct path that had been carved out and layered with stones, you would come across the desired bushes that grew various gifted plants.

The wind had picked up, growing slightly colder and your ears were alert, listening to how it rattled through the tall trees that surrounded you. The sudden sound of cawing made your head look upwards, your gaze landing on a raven that flew above your head. The cawing continued and your curious nature watched the black feathered bird fly lower, turning its wings downwards. Your eyebrows knit together as you watch it turn around, headed dangerously close to your head.

Instinctively, you duck your head and stumble to the side, afraid that the creature had somehow mistaken you for its prey.

It flies past you, obnoxiously cawing one last time before you watch it disappear behind the trees.

You huff, finally turning back around and continue to walk down the stoned path with the basket you nearly dropped on the ground from the stumble you took.

Your eyes soon met the small cottage that belonged to your father, and you slowed your pace just a bit when you noticed him standing outside with a worried expression on his face. His eyebrows were pinched together, his wrinkled face giving away the clear distress he was in and for a moment, you wondered if he was feeling ill.

“Father?” You called out, not that you needed to grab his attention, his eyes had already been locked on your figure the moment you had noticed him.

“Where were you? I’ve told you I don’t like you wandering off into those woods.” Your father stressed and you glanced behind your shoulder, your steps quickening towards him.

“I was just picking some herbs, don’t worry.” You gave him a sheepish smile, holding up the basket in your hands and his face relaxed.

You knew he was referring to the many lives the woods had claimed over the years but there had not been any sudden disappearances in months. The last girl that had not returned from her evening walk was believed to have gotten lost or died due to the cold cruel weather that tended to fall against the village in late December.

Yujin. She had not been a close friend but you had practically seen the girl grow up, she was just a few years younger than yourself. There wasn’t a day that went by where you wouldn’t see her wandering around the village.

It was tragedy, her father and brother had spent weeks searching for her, and her mother had spent months praying for her return but all hope was lost when one of the village boys had come across one of her boots up deep in the forest. With dried blood tainted on the material. An animal had likely feasted on her before anyone was able to find her body.

“I need you to stop by the bakery for me.” Your father tells you, running his hand down your shoulder gently before giving you a stern look.

“But be careful, come back before night falls.”

Your nerves spiked up slightly when the baker’s son crosses your mind. You had avoided going to the bakery lately, fearing that your frequent visits would be perceived wrongly by your father. It was no secret he wished for you to wed soon, and of course the first suitor in mind was none other than the well known baker’s son.

“Just a slice of bread, right?” You reply hesitantly.

“It’s all we can afford. This winter isn’t going to treat us well.” Your father grunted with a discouraging grin before going to open the cottage door.

You give him a final nod before you make your way towards the familiar route that led you towards the nearby bakery. The village had reduced in population over the recent years, you had remembered it being much more lively but as time passed, more and more people had headed up north with no return. They went to seek out better jobs in more populated areas and some even reached the capital. Although word was that a lot were met with the same unfortunate luck .

The few children that ran around your were enough to temporarily lighten the gloomy atmosphere and you were thankful for that. You smiled as you saw the two young ones skip pass you, their fits of giggles ringing throughout the air.

Your eyes fell upon the many stacks of breads and pastries laid out in front of you as you came to a slow stop in front of the bakery stand. The smell of it instantly sent a rumble to your empty stomach.

“The usual?” You lifted your head up to meet the dark doe-eyed gaze of the boy that had burdened your mind for far too long.

He gave his usual friendly smile, the one that made his nose scrunch up in the most endearing way. It always made your heart flutter despite the lack of feelings you tried to have towards him.

“Jungkook,” You greeted with a smile of your own.

It wasn’t as if there was anything wrong with Jungkook, in fact, he almost seemed too perfect for you. He was handsome, hard working and well-mannered. His father and him had moved here just a few months ago, and in that short amount of time they had already established a positive and stable job for themselves. His father was an excellent baker, and while there wasn’t much to compare him to, it was obvious he had earned the rightful title of the local baker of your village. He was generous with many struggling families and children, and his son was no different.

“Just one.” You whispered, pointing towards the loaf of bread on the rack while you held the silver coin tightly in your palm.

“You know it’s always two for you, little bride.” Jungkook said with a half smirk, ignoring your request and sliding you over two loafs of bread. You tried not to squirm over the nickname, it was always made your cheeks heat up. He had called you that from the moment he first saw you, referring to the all white attire you had been wearing and it soon became an ongoing inside joke between the two of you due to the fact that you happened to nearly always favor being in white clothing.

As more time passed though, he had also hinted at the obvious desire to court you and make you his bride.

You never took it seriously, just mindless flirting that you didn’t mind from a good looking man but it soon started to look more like a reality when your father had taken notice in the interest Jungkook had taken in you ever since he arrived here.

It made you feel burdened. You weren’t naive enough to think that you could escape marriage forever, it was what was expected of you and any young girl your age. However, the thought of it still frightened you deeply, you would have to leave your father behind and go live with someone who you only spent limited time with for the rest of your life. Besides, you worried most for your father’s health, your absence would leave him vulnerable to illnesses.

You just wished you had more of a say in the matter.

When you went to hand him over the coin, Jungkook gave you a knowing look.

“You should know better by now that I won’t accept that.” He said in a lower tone, bending closer to you over the racks.

“I’m afraid you’re going to run your father out of business if you keep doing that.”

“I only do it for you.” Jungkook assured you with another teasing grin as he leaned back away and his eyes traveled down to your basket.

“I saw you walking towards the woods earlier.” He comments, raising an eyebrow in concern. “You must be careful, there’s been rumors.”

You knit your eyebrows in confusion as you slid the loafs of bread inside your basket.

“What kind of rumors?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds in silence, pursing his lips.

“Of rituals being performed.”

His words did little to ease your curiosity, you frowned as you waited for him to elaborate. You only prayed it wasn’t what you was poking at the back of your head.

“..Many think there’s a witch among us, my father said there’s talk of her performing rings of fire and luring children into the forest.”

“What?” You ask with wide eyes.

It wasn’t uncommon for there to be rumors of witches but you never actually brought yourself to believe in one ever being close to you. The idea itself frightened you, you had heard tales of them ever since you were a little girl, your parents had always warned you of their ill intentions and sadist ways. Of course, the church had also feared them performing rituals and sacrifices and always advise you to stray away from anyone who even looked like they indulged themselves in sinful acts.

“But there hasn’t been any children that have gone missing..” You shook your head in deep thought, letting yourself glance towards the direction the group of young kids had just passed by you.

Jungkook tilted his head to the side, lips setting into a straight line.

“Witches don’t tend to take children right away..they gain their trust, bewitch them until they follow them blindly .” He says, eyeing the direction in which you had settled your gaze in.

His words only installed more worry in you.

“God, that’s terrible.” You held onto the cross around your neck, reciting a muted prayer. “Saints must protect us.”

Jungkook watched you, not uttering a word in response as he simply nodded. If you had been paying closer attention, you would of noticed his focused look on your necklace slowly turn into a sharp glare.

But you didn’t.

“If only saints could protect us from all evil..” Jungkook whispered with a tight lipped smile.

“You must be careful, you shouldn’t trust anyone around you.. at least not right now.” He added carefully, a concerned expression taking over his youthful features.

You take in his advice, silently agreeing with him as your mind wondered off to few other women in your village. Instantly, you grew a bit suspicious of them but you knew it wasn’t wise to voice out any of your doubts. In your paranoid state, anything could appear odd and you didn’t want to be the cause of convicting an innocent soul to a cruel punishment.

Your eyes trailed down Jungkook’s figure, he was wearing his usual attire. Long sleeves as always, but they did little shield the obvious large built and muscles underneath. It was hard not to stare but you forced the inappropriate thoughts out of your head.

“I better get going, my father told me not to be long.”

Jungkook lips tilted when you abruptly looked away from him, clearly taking notice in your lingering stare.

“Thank you for the bread as always.” You mumbled out hurriedly and turned to leave but his voice made you halt your movements.

“Wait, do you want me to walk you home? It’s already getting dark.” He reasoned behind you and you glanced to see him taking off his apron already.

The sun was indeed making its grand exit, scurrying behind the evergreen mountains and causing the sky to become decorated in orange hues.

“It’s really okay, it’s not a long walk.” You told him but you already you lost the battle, Jungkook was always a complete gentleman and you knew he would not rest until he made sure you made it home safely.

It was moments like this you began to wonder if being wed to him would not be so bad after all. However, your own selfish desires to remain free of the responsibility that awaited you once married always won over instead.

He came to walk beside you, his tall height towering over you slightly as you both made your way down towards your cottage house.

It was silent for a couple of minutes but it was not an uncomfortable type of silence. You were surprised by how comforting his presence was and how safe you felt with him by your side.

“I just realized, I’ve never visited your house.” You voice out, the question was subtle but you hoped he caught onto it. The truth was that you didn’t even know where Jungkook and his father lived, or even in what direction their cottage was.

He smiled, looking down at you before he turned his gaze up ahead again.

“Does that bother you? You will become quite familiar with it once we have wed.”

You almost trip over air once you completely take in his words and you flash him an incredulous look.

“Stop talking nonsense.” You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head from side to side in embarrassment.

His steps slowed down as he gave you another grin, turning to face you completely.

“I’m serious, you know how much I like you.” He shifted his face over to the side, finally trapping your gaze that was trying to avoid his desperately.

You stared into his dark eyes, the glint in them was unreadable to you despite his sweet and sincere tone. It made your stomach dip with uncertainty but you couldn’t deny the warmth it brought you as well.

“You have not let my mind be at rest every since I first saw you, little bride.” He confesses, eyes scanning over your taken back expression.

“You don’t mean that.” You reply in a light tone , you remembered that day you first saw him a couple of months ago. The first day of June, it was just the start of the long summer months and his unfamiliar face caused temporary gossip throughout the village. Mostly among the other young girls, he became well-known before they had even opened the bakery.

It was hard to ignore him, he had been the first person you had seen on the way over to well that day. His eyes had not left you for a moment, and he had wasted no time in skipping over to introduce himself.

“I do.” He insisted with a more serious expression, his eyes softened as he looked down almost shyly.

“I mean, I really do care for you. I would only hope you could one day reciprocate my feelings.” He finished in a whisper, frowning a bit.

The wounded look on his face reminded you of a puppy, it made your heart sink instantly. The last thing you wished was hurting his feelings. Not after all his noble acts towards you.

“Please, don’t be offended.” You reach out to grab his hand, squeezing it.

The action brought his eyes back up to you, surprise coating his face.

“I just mean that I find it hard to open my heart up to someone so quickly.” You explain, raising both your eyebrows to emphasize your point.

Jungkook stared at you, a slow blink breaking his steady gaze on you.

“It’s been months though.” He blurted out, a pout forming on his lips that caused you to let out an unexpected giggle.

You weren’t prepared to hear his straight forward response,the way he had said it reminded you of a child instead of a grown man.

His face lit up at the sound of your laughter, showcasing his perfect wide smile that formed wrinkles at the side of his eyes.

“I suppose you’re right.” You state, laughter dying towards the end of your sentence.

You felt him squeeze your hand back, his thumbs lightly caressing the top of your hand. It was as if you had indirectly accepted an unofficial proposal. It felt like you did. Something about the way he was looking at you now felt too invasive, it was the look of a lover and while your heart was beating rapidly at the sight of his awestruck face, there was still a hesitance on your part to fully give yourself away.

It was the stubborn need to hold onto a part of yourself you were too scared to let go of just yet.

The perfect suitor was standing right in front of you, a man that many girls would envy you courting.

So, why was it so hard for you to accept your fate?

—-

You twisted and turned in your bed, shivering as you tugged the thin blanket tighter around your frame. The howling wind outside rattled your window, you were afraid it would break at any moment, the wind was too angry tonight. Your room felt as if it might as well be outside, skin feeling almost numb. No matter how much you closed your eyes, sleep didn't greet you. Your head felt heavy, unable to let you escape from your more than anxious reality and refusing to whisk you away to the dreams that promised a temporary relief.

A sudden pungent smell was what awoke you completely. It had distracted you enough to lift your head up, your eyes searching the dark room.

It was the smell of fresh bread, almost sweet as if someone was baking pies of some sort. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion. It definitely couldn’t be your father, he must’ve been in a deep sleep by now. You heard nothing that indicated he was in the kitchen, no sounds of any pans or pots rustling. Just silence, and the whistling winds outside. Not to mention, your father never cooked and much less baked.

You sat up, throwing your covers off your body despite the cold chill that sent shivers down every part of you. Your eyes left your door and trailed over to your window. Could the smell be coming from outside? It was unlikely, the next cottage was too far from your own and you doubted you would be able to smell anything from so far away. You never had up until now. But where else could it be coming from?

Lifting yourself off the bed, your bare feet tip toed over to your window. You would be insane to open it at this moment, if you thought it was cold now, the violent winds on the other side would humble you quickly. But as always, your curiosity got the best of you and as the smell lingered in the air, you couldn’t resist. You pulled open the window, the ice cold air hitting your face in an instant. You knitted your brows, the pitch black sky glared back at you and your eyes searched the empty space ahead of you. You didn’t know exactly what you were looking for but it was no surprise that there was in fact not a single thing in front of you.

Then you heard it.

For a second, you thought you were indeed dreaming. The soft hums rang in your ears, as if they were singing along to some melody. You didn’t hear the voice sing any actual words, you could only hear the persistent humming getting louder and louder. You stepped away from the window and tilted your head. Had you officially gone insane? There was no soul in sight, the lonely night was the only thing that looked back at you.

Where was the voice coming from? It was neither too high or too deep. Just truly enchanting. Your eyes stayed glued to the forest, there was no way it could be coming from there, right? Surely you were hearing things.

However the humming didn’t go away, seconds passed , minutes even and the sound still rung heavily in your ears. As if it was calling to you, your head felt light all of a sudden. The forest had never looked as inviting as it did now, it was all you could focus on. You didn’t seem to mind the icy air that came twirling through the window and entering your bedroom.

“Y/n..”

You gasped, jumping back in fright. You whipped your head around, searching for the sudden voice that had called your name. You were expecting your father by your door but the empty space proved you wrong.

Had you gone insane?

Frozen in place, you stared blankly at your dark room that held the presence of nobody but yourself. Yet why did you feel like you were not alone?

Your face soon dropped when you took another deep breath, the once delicious smell of bread was slowly disappearing but in its place came the scent of something rancid. It was unlike anything you had ever smelled in your life, it was almost too unbearable.

Nausea washed over you, you held your hand over your nose and mouth as you took a glance back towards the window. Once again, there was nothing that could have hinted where the scent was coming from but it was so terrible that you could only wonder if anyone else had been awoken from their deep slumber to investigate it.

It smelt like rotting flesh.

In fear of gagging from the revolting smell, you were quick to step away from the window, not even noticing how closely you had been attached to it. Your hands reached to close it and you once again struggled against the strong winds but finally managed to shut it after few stubborn attempts.

You let out a breath, the smell still heavy in your nostrils but what had gone away completely was the humming. You realized how silent it was all of a sudden and you wondered if you had imagined the voice calling out your name. It couldn’t be, right? The ugly childhood tales of wickedness haunted your mind again. Your fingers trembled slightly as you came to grip your cross around neck, pressing your lips to it.

A yelp left you when an abrupt thump broke against your window. You flinched to the side, your eyes inspecting the wood that covered the open space.

You swallowed, taking a step towards the window again and against your better judgement, you opened it once again to investigate the sound. You squinted at the freezing wind and looked downwards instantly.

Lying on the ground was a dead raven.

The darkness that surrounded in that moment felt anything but comforting, a slight chill traveled down your spine but this time it wasn't due to the coldness of the night.

—-

The next morning you woke up tired, your body aching from your impulsive actions that had led you to practically freeze to death the previous night. The lack of sleep hadn’t helped. You forced yourself to forget what had happened, blaming it on your own delusions. You still felt unsure if it was perhaps a dream after all, a quite vivid one at that but still just a figment of your own imagination.

You blamed on the rumors that had surged over the past days, what Jungkook had told about the possible witch amongst your villagers.

There was no possible explanation other than your own paranoia creating a scenario of your deepest nightmares.

So you went about your morning, you finished tying the shoelaces on your boots when you heard the sound of two voices talking outside your bedroom door. You paused your actions, your eyes now glued to your door.

You got up from your bed swiftly, walking over to it and creaking it open. Peaking your head out, you instantly saw a familiar attractive face seated at your kitchen table.

Jungkook.

What was he doing here? A part of you already feared you knew the answer to that question.

The moment you stepped outside your room and crossed the small space towards the kitchen, Jungkook had already taken notice in your presence. He immediately lifted himself off his seat, slightly bowing towards you.

“Good morning, little bride.” He greets you, his hair was slightly damp, signaling he had likely just finished bathing himself moments before coming here. His long dark locks resting just above his neck.

Everything about him resembled a prince in that moment. Despite his casual fitted long sleeved dark shirt and pants that gave away no evident status or wealth, something about his presence was enchanting and gripping.

You turned towards your father, your eyes asking him the silent question. His wrinkled face held a delighted expression but you didn’t miss the tense smile his lips formed.

“Jungkook has come to ask me for your hand in marriage, I assume you are not the least bit surprised by this.” Your father spoke with a chuckle, his smile widening when he took a glance towards the man across from him.

Your stomach dropped at the revelation, of course you had been expecting it but somehow it had not truly sunk in until now. There was always a chance that Jungkook would change his mind, that he would find you far too frigid and boring for his liking.

Clearly that had not been the case.

“M-Marriage?” You say, forcing a smile out but your eyes still refused to meet your soon to be husband. Your hands came to fold in front of you, your body stiffening slightly.

The most conflicting emotions were running through you.

“Yes, you are to be wed in a few weeks.” Your father stated as he stood up, making his way beside Jungkook. He gripped his shoulder before giving it a pat. It looked amusing for a second, your father’s petite build beside him made him look frail despite you always thinking your father had a rather strong built for his older age.

You bit your lip nervously, not knowing what to say so you simply said nothing.

“Are you not happy?” Jungkook’s voice rang in your ears but it took you a moment to finally lift up your chin to fully face him. Your eyes caught his in an instant, that doe-eyed look staring back at you but this time his eyes were desperately awaiting your response. An uncertain look was behind them. He seemed just as nervous as you, almost looking afraid of your reaction.

“I-”

“That doesn’t matter, does it? After all, I know what’s best for my daughter and I have the last word on the matter.” Your father cut in with a firm look sent your way, silencing your next words before you had even fully spoke them.

“I trust that she will be in good hands, she’s of age. Even a bit overdue some would say.” Your father added teasingly at the end and it brought another insincere smile to your lips. You simply hung your head in acceptance, not even noticing the tears beginning to brim at your eyes.

Jungkook didn’t spare your father a glance but his words seemed to satisfy him enough because his face relaxed, a warm smile tugging his lips as he stepped towards you. You hold your breath as he stands in front of you, his welcoming presence suddenly intimidating you for a reason you couldn’t explain.

He brought your chin up, thumb caressing the side of your jaw.

“Soon you will be mine, little bride.”

Ever since your engangement, you had been actively avoiding Jungkook. It wasn’t something you would ever admit, and certaintly not to your father but you had been spending most of the days stuck inside your room. You had not gone to the bakery once this week, and you had not even seen Jungkook’s father ever since he had stopped by later that same day Jungkook had asked for your hand. He seemed happy enough, more than happy by the news. You knew Jungkook’s father was kind from what you had seen of him and you should be feeling lucky to have him as a future father in law. However, no matter how smoothly things had went for you, it seemed so unfair to not even have a say in the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with.

Your father had practically given you away as if you were cattle.

It had stung, the way he had not even given you a chance to ask you about your true feelings. You knew it wasn’t anything unusual, fathers always had the last say, it was the way it always had been. Yet you were foolish to think your tight and close bond with your father would make you an exception. That he would somehow value your opinion on such a serious matter, that he wouldn’t so easily hand you over.

Ever since your mother had passed away when you were a little girl, you had been attached to your father greatly. You feared life would take him away from you and leave you to fend for yourself with nobody’s love or protection. Your father was a simple carpenter, and while you had grown up struggling, he always managed to take care of you and never let you go hungry. Your father had also never remarried, you often wondered why but you let yourself believe it was due to the great love he had held for your mother. Perhaps, he truly never managed to let himself find another like her.

It made you believe he had also attached himself to you, that you were the last thing he had of her so he wouldn’t so easily let you go to the first man who he charmed him.

In reality, none of should have shocked you. Your father had evidently been fond of Jungkook since he had first arrived to the village, he had told you about how charming and nice the baker’s son was nearly everyday.

You let out a sigh as you leaned back against the cottage door, your eyes were settled on the forest but you soon felt something hit the side of your feet, causing you to flinch your head towards the object.

A leather ball sat by your feet.

“Sorry!” You hear the small voice of a young boy say, you turn to eye the small child and flash him a smile.

“It’s alright.”You reply, bending down to pick the ball. His small boots padded against the ground, running directly towards you with such speed that he nearly ran right into your legs.

You hand him over the ball and watch as he gives you a regreful look, reaching out to take it. As he holds it against his chest, his eyes soon are glued to your own chest which causes you to glance down. Your cross necklace hangs from your neck and you’re confused to realize that the little boy seems to be glaring directly at it.

“Is something wrong?” You question.

His round eyes meet yours before they narrow back to your necklace, his face scrunching up in disgust.

“You shouldn’t be wearing that.”

His words leave you stunned for a moment, your mouth hanging then closing rapidly as you think about what to respond to such a comment.

“W-What?” You stutter, breaking out into an uncomfortable laugh.

You think that he’s messing with you for a second but his face remained void of any amusement. There was no trickery in his eyes, just pure disdain.

“I said you shouldn’t be wearing that.” The little boy repeats louder, scowling at you as an empty look takes over his eyes. “He doesn’t like it.”

He.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you frown down at him, you tried to swallow down the strange feeling that came over you in that insant.

“Who’s he?” You ask him with an evident shake in your voice.

The little boy continued to glare at your cross, as if it was physically disturbing him. He doesn’t answer your question, he simply gives you one final look before darting towards the woods. His impulsive action sends you into another panic, watching as his small legs work their way incredbily fast towards the countless tall trees ahead and soon enough, his small figure dissapeares amongst the wilderness.

“Wait!” You call out to him, looking around to see if anyone else happens to be near you to call out for help. You wonder where his mother could have been and how mortified she would be to find out her son had just sprinted towards the infamous woods everyone had been warned to not enter, much less vulnerable children.

A frustrated groan leaves you as you run after him,forcing your legs to catch up to him before he is in too deep. These woods were hard to navigate and he would be lost in no time if he wanders too far off. Your breath hitches as you make your way through the wide spread of greenery, branches and leaves snapping underneath your boots. Your eyes are dead set on finding his small figure but they fail to locate him in the midst of the fog that has settled and contiues growsmore with each step you take. Your eyes squint through the white mist that makes it all much more difficult.

“Where are you!” You yell out in desperation.

No voice responds, there is an unsettling silence instead.

You are forced to slow down when you feel the burn in your chest, your heavy breathing turning into slight wheezing. Your heart thumps in your ears as you look around you, noticing how you are recongizing where you are less and less. You could only pray that the fog clears up, the cloud-like appearance making it impossible to fully make out the paths before you.

Where could he have went? Where was he even going to begin with?

Questions fill your mind as you take cautious steps further into the forest, you’re not sure which direction your are headed towards anymore. You wrap your hands around yourself, your eyes hyperfocused on every little movement around you.

But you what catches your attention is something you wished to have never come across.

Your eyes land on a red substance on the dirt ground beneath you. It was a puddle.

Blood.

You nearly step on it but you see it right on time to dodge it. You shift to the side, nearly tripping over at the sight.

There was a puddle of blood in front of you.

Unable to fully comprehand what it indicates, your mind seems to be in a complete daze as you stare at it.

You hold in your gasp as you see the trail it leads to. A perfectly straight trail of blood leading into the fog.

It seems like hours pass before you decide to take a step forward. Everything in you was telling you to run back, to run away from this but your body felt like it was floating. It was as if a string was pulling you towards it, like a puppet being tugged towards her puppetmaster. Your eyes were unable to leave the trail of blood as you blindly followed it, the smell of iron quickly hitting your nostrils. You cringed at the scent, your stomach aching in discomfort.

Your heart had not stopped beating rapidly, your chest rising and falling with every step you took.

In your focused state, you had not even notice the black bird that had been following you closely above you. His wings flapping against the eerie and humid atompshere.

There was a figure in the near distance, you could make it out from where you stood. It was small, like that of a child and your heart nearly bust at the sight.

“Hello!” You cry out towards it, fully expecting to see the little boy who had foolishly ran inside these woods in front of you and you did see him with the next step you took.

But he surely didn’t see you.

Those round big eyes he had glared at your necklace with were no longer there. Instead, there were sockets, empty sockets of where his eyes used to be. Blood dripped down his chubby cheeks as he stood stiffly in front of you, not even the immense fog could hide the gruesome image of his face.

A scream left your lips at the terrifying sight, your body flinging backwards and onto the ground.

Right into the pool of blood.

You couldn’t even bother to pay any mind to the liquid smearing your dress and skin, instead you continue to stare in horror at the little boy with no eyes. He had not moved an inch, his body remaining still as his lips widened into a full smile.

The disturbing act brought a new wave of horror into you, your body backing away instantly as your hands moved back against the dirt in an attempt to put as much possible distance between you and the young chiild. Then, the sound of a loud cry hit your ears, making your head flinch upwards. Your eyes met the sight of a raven sitting on a tree branch above you, his long beak opening and closing as the obnoxious screaming continued to ring throughout the space.

“Stop!” You pleaded at the creature, as if it would listen to your distressed state and take pity in you.

The screams only continued and your fingers dug against the soil, forcing you to regain balance in order to stand on your feet and run but a pair of boots soon came into your view , making you stop your movements completely.

“Little bride.” Jungkook’s familiar voice broke you out of your misery, and you just about broke your neck when you looked up towards him. He stood over you with a concerned expression over his face, his eyes trailing down your figure in suspiscion.

How did you not hear him approach you?

Where had he come from?

“J-Jungkook, please help.” You wail at him and his hands come to instnantly grip your forearms, pulling you up onto your feet. His hands don’t let go, holding you close to him as he shushes your cries but you refuse to look back towards the little boy.

“H-He has no eyes! We must find help!” You sob against him, gripping the material of his thin shirt as you shake your head in terror. Your eyes are tightly shut, trying your hardest to get the image out of your head as you tremble against his arms. When you notice him not moving or saying a word to you, you shake his shoulder, urging him to walk forwards.

“Jungkook! You must help the little boy!” You cry out again, completely breaking down as you more tears stream down your face.

“Y/n.” He speaks slowly, gripping your shoulders as he lowers his face the yours. Despite the blurry vision that awaits, your force your eyes to open.

“There’s no child here.”

His words made your blood run cold. You looked at him, refusing to accept what he had just said to you. You begin to shake your head in denial, knitting your eyebrows as you point behind you, still refusing to turn your neck.

“N-No, what are you talking about? There’s a little boy there, he has no eyes!” You repeat, your hand shaking as you continue to point but Jungkook simply stares at you, eyeing the direction you keep signaling towards. His eyes are calm but you can see the growing concern in them.

“Little bride, calm down. There’s nobdy there.” He tells you gently, his hands running down your shoulders soothingly but you pull away from his grip.

“No! T-There’s blood on me! Don’t you see-”

The words die on your lips the moment you take a look down at yourself, your clothes is clean of any blood. No red liquid taints your skin or dress, just dirt from your unpleasant fall. You swallow thickly, your mouth going dry at what you’re seeing.

Jungkook is studying you carefully, he’s looking at you as if you’re a fragile doll that’s moments away from breaking apart right in front of him.

“What blood, little bride?” He speaks in a deep whisper , eyes trailing down your ripped sleeves and exposed neckline.

It’s a rhetorical question, it’s clear in the way he says it. Your eyes dart around you, trying to figure out what had just occurred. There was no way you could explain this.

“I swear, I saw it.” You stress, your teary gaze catching his worrying one.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, bringing his hand against your shoulder again.

“We need to get you home.”

Did he believe you?

Another terrifying thought fills your head.

“The witch..” You say , your bottom lip wobbling. “ It has to be the witch.”

You recall back to what he had said to you, to the sightings of a ring of fire in the forest, to the luring of children.

“A little boy ran into the forest, I-I followed him here.”

“That’s what they do , isn’t it?” You question anxiously, desperate to find an answer to soothe your scattered brain. “ Can..Can they cause illusions?”

Jungkook fell silent, licking his lips as he brought his dark eyes back to you.

“Yes,” He drawls out, eyeing the space behind you again. “Spells can be used to cause many different illusions, to torment those they desire to play with.”

You nod, your breaths still uneven and far too unsteady.

“May God protect us.” You say as the realization that you might have fallen victim to black magic settles in. You felt your skin crawl at the mere thought, the sinister act shook you to your core.

Again, if you had been paying better attention you of taken notice in the wickedness behind your soon to be lover’s eyes, and the way he seemed to suppress a laugh at your words.

“I must get you home, you’re freezing.” Jungkook insists, bringing your attention back to him. His hands came to hold you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he slowly guided you forwards and through the darkening forest. You didn’t protest, welcoming his warmth and safety. Somehow, his presence made you believe you were safe from all the dangers that creeped around you, from every bit of sinister words that were spoken in the language of the dead and damned.

“You know, they say witches often rarely prey on the weak minded.”

You steal a glance at him, his eyes don’t meet yours but you could tell he could feel your eyes on him.

“It would be far too easy, they settle most of their attention on those they see as a challenge, those they think they can corrupt.”

You didn’t ever consider yourself to be particularly strong minded. In fact, most times you found yourself to be too complicit in order to always uphold the peace. It was the way you had been raised, to listen and not rebel against those who knew better than you, to your elders and parents. To be meek and sit by like a lady should.

What you were was stubborn, incredibly stubborn in your own personal thoughts and beliefs. While you may have never outwardly voiced them, your mind had always been fixed and rigid in nature. You suppose your faith was what Jungkook may have been referring to, you were never one to give into temptation and sin, not even when it was a single grasp away.

“Saints protect us, we must trust they will always save us from harm and evil.” Your fingers came to touch the cross on your neck, remembering the strange reaction it had evoked from the little boy.

His face was still terribly marked in your mind.

“Of course. As long as you keep believing that, no harm will come your way.” Jungkook responded, tightening his grip on your shoulder.

Your body felt weak, your muscles tense yet your limbs felt like they would detach from you at any moment. You could feel a thick layer of sweat on your forehead despite the cold weather. Instinctively, you let your head drop against Jungkook’s chest, eyes threatening to fall shut. You didn’t protest when you felt his arms underneath your legs, lifting you up and carrying you against him as he took hurried steps through the forest.

Your eyes blinked slowly, everything around you felt fuzzy but when you gripped Jungkook’s shirt material around your fingers, tugging the top of it slightly down unintentionally, you didn’t miss the dark writings of ink on the top of his bicep.

—-

When you awoke the next morning, your father was by your side. You twisted, feeling the familiar bedsheets underneath you and you swiftly lifted your head up in shock.

Had you passed out in Jungkook’s arms?

“My dear, be careful.” Your father scolded, pushing you back down against the pillows. His face was twisted into a deep scowl, wrinkling the space between his eyes.

You looked down, still unnerved to find that you indeed had no blood on you, no evidence of what you had endured in the forest. It was starting to resemble a terrible nightmare, and you didn’t like how unclear and fuzzy the memory was. The images were still vivid yet it felt so distant, you couldn’t explain the feeling. Not to mention, your entire drowsy state felt so out of place, like something you had never felt before, not even when you had fallen ill in the past.

“What did I tell you about going into those woods?” Your father told you with a disappointing look as he sighed.

Taking a look around , you were half expecting to see Jungkook here beside your father but he wasn’t. Your curious eyes met your father once again.

“Jungkook had to leave, he insisted on staying until you woke but he needed to tend to the bakery so I practically forced him out the door.” Your father answered your doubts.

You instantly felt bad, already feeling guilty for what you had put him through. He must’ve of been so taken back by the state he found you in, you still wondered how he had even managed to find you or how he knew where you had been. Perhaps he had seen you sprint towards the forest like he had last time. Embarrassment washed over you the more thought of what he must have thought of you, had his perspective of you changed? You couldn’t say you would blame him. Nobody would want to wed such an insane woman.

However, you knew it was unlikely he thought negatively of you. He seemed more worried than frightened when he had found you. After all, he was the one to warn you of the apparent evil that had come to the village and of the said witch. You knew he had believed you when you told him what you had seen.

He had to.

“I must go apologize to him.” You say, already starting to get off the bed.

“I think that’s wise, the poor boy looked worried sick. He said you had took a great fall and found you lying on the ground already unconscious.”

You eye your father. Jungkook had lied to him? You couldn’t say you weren’t grateful for it. None of what you had witnessed would sit well with your father, he would of wondered if you had lost your mind. He wasn’t the type to ever believe too much in superstitions, he always believed good would outdo evil and there was nothing to fear other than God himself.

Your father suddenly caressed your hair, you blinked at him in slight surprise.

“I’m proud of you, you know? You have taken the marriage news like I hoped you would. You’ve grown up so much.” He tells you with a sad smile, his rough fingers sliding down to the top of your shoulder, lingering there.

You parted your lips but no words fell out.

“I know you must think it was easy for me to give you away but it wasn’t. I would have wished to keep you for a little longer.” He confesses, his voice deepening towards the end and his eyes hold an emotion you can’t quite detect.

Nonetheless, his words bring you some comfort and relief. The knowledge that it wasn’t as easy for him as you had assumed brought some ease to your worries and wounded heart.

You nod, giving him a tight smile as you break away from his hold.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you behind either, I worry for your health.” You tell him in a defeated whisper as you lift yourself fully from your bed.

You wobble a bit as you walk over to your door, regaining the balance you didn’t know you had lacked in first place. The room feels heavy and once again, everything feels odd. You attempt to shake off the feeling, blaming it on the fatigue from the events you had endured.

“I’m going to head to the bakery.” You tell your father as you open the door, slipping outside and you hear him follow closely behind you.

Your basket is on the kitchen table, you wonder if you should bring Jungkook and his father some herbs you had picked out the day before as way to express your gratefulness.

“Be careful.” Your father says before you grab your basket and slip out the small cottage.

The wind hits your face instantly and you let out a sigh in relief. Despite the chilly breeze, you are glad to get a full breath of air. The cottage had felt stuffy, heavy and as if it was closing in on you. Your boots pad along the ground as you make your way towards the village bakery, your hands are still trembly and your steps are a bit clumsy. Evidently you had yet to regain the same tranquility you had before you had entered that forest.

As you pass the usual group of children, your eyes unconsciously scan over their faces in search for the familiar face of the little boy you had followed into the woods. You find that none of the children resemble him in the slightest which eases your worries. If what you had seen in the forest had been true, then you are certain his parents would have already caused an uproar and sent villagers in search for him.

On the contrary, the village seemed quiet. Even the children were not causing as much noise as usual, there was no playful laughter or mischievous footsteps. They sat together by the well, playing with their wooden toys in silence as their eyes discreetly followed you.

You sent them a friendly wave as you passed them, the bakery coming into view instantly but you were upset to see that Jungkook was not behind the racks of bread like he always was. In his place was his father instead.

“Hello dear,” His father greeted with you his usual wide smile.

You would admit there little to no similarities between Jungkook and his father. It made you believe he had taken after his mother. The man held no features that gave away Jungkook was his son. At least in that you were similar, you too had taken after your mother instead of your father in terms of looks.

“Hello sir,” You bow slightly towards him. “ I-I was wondering if Jungkook was around? I wanted to speak with him.”

“Ah, no he’s not here at the moment.” He replied in an even tone, glancing down towards your basket.

“Did you need some bread?”

You follow his gaze but give shake your head.

“Oh no thank you.” You refuse politely, suddenly wondering if Jungkook had mentioned the incident to his father. “Do you know when he will be back?”

“He shouldn’t be long.” He smiled, a smile so wide yet it didn’t reach his eyes.

“He’s been wondering why you had not come by this week.” He adds, the smile fading “ I think he was quite upset that you had been avoiding him.”

Of course. You felt ashamed that his father had to point out your absent behavior and unwillingness to visit the past few days right after you had gotten engaged. It made you seem rude and uninviting which was the last thing you wished to be seen as by your future father in law.

“I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to avoid him. I’ve just been a bit overwhelmed.”

His father nodded, seemingly understand your reasoning.

“It’s alright, I’m sure he will understand.” He says, the smile returning. “ Jungkook is such a kind man, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he must’ve gotten his kindness from you.” You reply with a grin, tilting your head to the side. “ What was he like as a child?”

Your question is meant to be innocent, an attempt to further get to know the man who was going to be your future husband in just a few weeks time. Despite how caring Jungkook seemed, it felt like you still didn’t know much about him or his childhood. He had not talked to you much about why he had even moved to this village and what exactly had brought his father and him here.

“As a child?” His father repeated with a blank stare.

You await his response but his face remains stoic.

“As a child..he was..” His eyebrows knit together as if he’s in struggling to recall a memory.

“I’m not sure.” He finishes, cocking his head to the side as that empty stare returns to his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow in question, becoming uncomfortable with the situation unwrapping in front of you. Had you heard him correctly? Was it possible you were still drowsy from your sleep and misheard him?

“I-I’m sure he was just as kind.” You comment shyly with a nervous glance.

His father simply stares at you, as if he was wondering why you would ever ask such a question. Had you overstepped? Perhaps his childhood was a subject that was not meant to be touched.

You felt like you had to keep apologizing.

“Jungkook is a kind man, yes.” He voices out with an almost calculated and practiced smile taking over his face again.

His odd behavior was beginning to unsettle you but you couldn’t figure out if it was you who had who was not taking a hint. Was this his father’s way of telling you to not probe into matters that didn’t concern you?

The thing was, Jungkook did concern you now. He was going to be your husband, everything about him was meant to concern you as his future wife.

“Right, well I must get going then. Can you tell him I stopped by?” You ask him, already turning to leave.

“Of course.” You hear his father reply from behind you as you make your way through the village. Your gaze is focused on your boots padding against the cobblestone path beneath you but you lift up your head as you take in your surroundings more in detail.

The few people walking amongst you hung their heads low. You didn’t think anything of it until your eyes traveled further across you, noticing more people also not lifting their heads up. You frowned, turning to glance back.

Jungkook’s father stood by the bakery stand like a statue. His face held no emotion, just a vacant stare that seemed be focused on nothing in particular.

The first person you did manage to meet eyes with was the local wood cutter which happened to be the Yujin’s brother, the girl who had disappeared in the woods a few months ago. He stood outside his home with his hands folded. When he noticed your stare on him, he immediately looked away as if he had seen something horrible. He kept his eyes on the ground, refusing to look towards you.

This made you frown deepen, frustration and blatant confusion bubbling up inside you. You hesitated for a moment before you stalked over to him, practically trapping him when he flinched back at your sudden arrival.

“Taehyung.” You address the young man and watch his eyes slowly lift to meet yours again.

His hair covered most of his forehead but you could see his unwelcoming gaze from a mile away.

“Do I know you, miss?” He replied curtly.

Your jaw dropped, eyes widening at his words.

“Y-Yes, it’s me? I’ve known you practically my whole life. “ You tell him, almost wanting to let out an unamused laugh at his act. Why was he messing with you? You two were far too old to be playing such games.

You knew Taehyung as much as you had known his sister. Obviously you were not that close by any means but you were not strangers. You had grown up with both of them and were friendly with each other.

“You’re not a fellow follower.” He says as he sígnales towards your neck and you don’t even have to glance down to know he was referring to your cross.

Fellow follower.

“I am, I’m a follower of Christ just like you and everyone else.” You scoff with a shake of your head. He was surely messing with you now.

Taehyung’s face twisted in repulse as he took a step back.

“Get away.” He spat before he turned to open his cottage door, slipping inside and harshly slamming it in your face before you could utter another word.

His actions left you stunned. You stood there for a few seconds as you tried to process what had just happened.

He had lost it.

You back away from his door, turning back to walk towards your home as you hurried your steps this time. The air seemed to be suffocating you now, it stung against your skin as you neared your cottage. You avoided taking a glance towards the woods that had gifted you the most unpleasant of memories but it was as if your curious nature knew no bounds.

Once you nearly reach your home, your head turns towards the tall trees before you, and you nearly halt in your steps when you notice a tall figure a few feet away. You crane your neck, trying to make out what it is. The figure is wearing a cloak but the never ending fog that had still not left ever since you had entered the woods lingered lowly, messing with your vision.

Your breath hitches when it turns its head, it’s a man. A very familiar looking man.

His side profile is evident, the sharp and attractive features are ones you would recognize anywhere. On his shoulder there was raven, a very large raven that stuck to him like a loyal pet.

Jungkook had not taken notice in you yet, he seemed distracted in something ahead of him. But the moment he fully turned around, you duck your head behind a bush. You squatted, your muscles straining as you prayed that the useless plants would hide you enough from his view. You poked your head to the side, eyeing the way his figure disappeared into the heavy fog.

You wasted not time in breaking out into a full run towards your cottage, your heart began beating again rapidly against your rib cage as you tried your best to not completely break down. You shut the door behind you, locking it in place as you let your back crash against it.

“My dear, what’s wrong?” Your father’s voice was heard in the distance but your mind was too preoccupied in filling out the puzzle.

Jungkook’s warnings about the witch. The little boy you had followed into the forest, what he had said to you about your cross. The ink on his skin.

It was all hitting you at once.

But it couldn’t be, could it?

He doesn’t like it, the little boy had said to you.

The unexplainable behavior you had just witnessed from his father, the strange behavior of all the villagers. Your mind ached at the very conclusion of what it could all lead to.

“There’s something wrong with Jungkook.” You whispered in terror to your father who had already made his way towards you.

Jungkook was the witch.

“I can’t marry him, father. I can’t marry him!” You shook your head rapidly, recalling every memory you had of him, every word he had ever spoken to you.

Every little detail you had overlooked. It was all starting to make sense yet your heart was refusing to give into your logical instincts. How was it possible? You couldn’t have been that foolish, could you? How was it possible that such evil had made its way into your village, into your home.

“What are you talking about, child?”

“H-He’s not who we think he is, I just saw him by the forest.” You begin to explain , coming to grab your father’s hands as you plead him to listen to you.

“He’s a witch! Please don’t make me marry him! Father please!” Your father doesn’t seem to know how to react, his eyes scan over your face as he furrows his eyebrows.

“Don’t talk such nonsense.” He sputters out but you don’t the doubt in his voice, the tremble in it.

A violent knock makes you jump, your father flinching back as well. You both turn your head towards the door, your body is ready to go into full panic at any second.

“Who is it?” Your father calls out and you can tell how nervous he has gotten. He squeezed your arms back, silently commanding you to not speak a word.

“It’s Jungkook, sir.” The voice you once believed to be gentle and soft speaks at the other side. Your eyes are wide with fear as you take a glance towards your father. He swallows, giving you a warning look.

“She’s not here at the moment, boy.”

Silence.

“I never asked if your daughter was home.” Jungkook stated in a neutral manner.

You lick your dry lips, your mouth becoming dry as the newfound anxiety starts traveling through your body. Your fingers are shaking against your father’s hands. You both remain silent , not sure what to respond but Jungkook doesn’t seem to have much patience because his next words are even more unsettling.

“Open the door.”

It’s a command.

He didn’t sound like the usual sweet boy you had interacted with all these months. No, he sounded like the monster in all of the bedtime stories your parents used to tell you about, he sounded like the very evil he had warned you about.

“I’m sorry, my child.” Your father tells you and your taken aback by the overhwhelming emotion in his voice, his eyes telling the same story as his regretful words. “ I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

His eyes are glossy now, evidently trying his hold back his tears and that alone makes your heart drop. That feeling you had felt on your walk home from the forest that day you had gone to pick herbs returns in an instant, the dread running through your veins again and you feel it. The dark cloud was back but it was inside your home now and hovering right above you.

“What?” You force out, no longer curious but downright terrified about what his next words would be. Your eyes narrowed in suspiscioun, there no reason your father would be saying this to you if he didn’t know what was happening and what awaited outside.

“What did you do?” Your father closes his eyes at the slight crack in your voice, tears finally slipping out and trailing down his cheeks. He clenches his jaw as he hangs his head low but all you could focus on was the growing chaos outside, the the sound of cries hitting your ears and your heart sunk when you realized it was women who were crying out.

“What did you do?!” You demand again, raising your voice and you could feel the newfound tremble making it’s way through your hands as a heavy lump formed in your throat.

Your father ignored you.

“Go hide.” You started to shake your head but he closed the space between you two and gripped both your shoulders now, leveling down to meet your eyes.

“Go hide right now and don’t you dare come out. Go!” You flinched at his shout but followed his orders, your body felt like it was moving on it’s own your mind had completely disconnected itself from your doomed reality. You made your way down the narrow hallway, not even knowing where you could possibly hide yourself in such a small space. There was no way you would be able to successfully hide somewhere where he wouldn’t look.

You let out a sob as you paced back and forth inside your room, for a second you thought about escaping through your window but you knew you wouldn’t make it far when you caught a glipse of a line of black horses in the near distance. Your eyes squinted as you saw the figures mounted on top of them, the long cloaks that hung over their bodies and the symbol on them that you couldn’t make out.

“What the hell?” You muttered in misery, the sight itself felt like it was sentencing you to your end.

Turning back around, you ran towards your closet, opening the wooden doors but then you shut them again.

Too obvious,you fool, you thought to yourself.

In your panicked state, the only other place that crossed your mind was throwing your body underneath your bed. So, that’s exactly what you did. You crouched down, sliding underneath and shifting your body towards the middle, making sure no part of you was visible to the eyes of an intruder. You let out a breath, watching as your tears fell against the floor beneath you as you held your hands together at your chest.

It was quiet for a long time, too long. The only thing that was heard was distant voices and the sound of the stampede of horses, the heaviness of the arrival marked in the trotting of their hooves.

For a hopeful moment you begin to think Jungkook has left. But then, all the little hope leaves your body when your head the crashing sound of your front door breaking. You stiffen, hearing heavy footsteps make their way into your home. Your eyes are glued to the bottom of the shut door that is a few inches away.

You hear instant shuffling, the footsteps making their way down the hallway. A door is opened but it’s not the one that belongs to your room, it’s your father’s. You hear stuff being thrown around, glass shattering against the floor. Your hands curl up into fists, your eyes lowering down to your neck as you take the cross hanging from you into your shaking hands.

You hold it and press it to your mouth.

Then, your door is finally opened widely and you become frozen. Not a single inch of you dares to move, you hold your breath as your eyes take in the familiar pair of dark boots that walk inside your room, you take notice of the bronze chains hanging around them. He walks in confident slow steps, crossing over to your closet before ripping open the flimsy doors. It takes everything in you not to flinch at the sudden sound and terror of it all. You watch as he continue to walk around to the other side of the bedroom, your eyes not leaving his boots but they disappear out of your eye line when they had over to your window.

A few excruciatingly long seconds pass before you hear him walk back over to the door and you’re about to let out a relieved breath but once he reaches it, he halts in his steps. You watch as he steps back, turning his body and his boots are nearly right directly in front of you.

“You know, I’ve always wondered why humans are so blinded by their faith,” Jungkook speaks out-loud and you shiver at his tone, it’s deep but crisp. Like that of someone who knew exactly what they were always saying, that knew what to say.

“Blind faith is such fickle thing, so bound to disappoint you, time and time again.” He continues, taking a closer step towards the bed and you shut your eyes tightly, the tears had not stopped for a second. “But then, I realized that’s the appeal.”

“It makes humans so easy to maneuver, compels them do the most heinous of things.”

“Tell me,” His voice is nearly on top of you and you can’t help the yelp that leaves your lips when he suddenly bends down and a harsh grip is felt around your wrist, tugging you forward.

He wasted no time in bringing you to your feet, holding you up with ease despite you attempts at resistance.

You let out another cry, eyes opening fully as you come face to face with him . You hold in a gasp, Jungkook looked the same as ever but his eyes were ancient. Sharp eyebrows that only enhanced his unwelcoming stare and harsh appearance. He wore a dark red cloak, the hood covering most of his hair but you could see the dark strands poking out. There was bronze designs decorating it, patterns you had never before seen and would rather not find out what they represented.

It was then when you realized how naive you had been.

Jungkook had always been a stranger, he had never revealed his true identity. He had only fed you the image of a commoner, the image of another noble peasant. One that he was sure you would never suspect of, that nobody would suspect of.

His kind eyes and endearing smile that had once made you fall for him were nowhere to be found now. This wasn’t the shy boy desperate for your love and attention, the one eager to marry you. This was someone much older in wisdom and experience despite the youthful appearance.

It was the oldest trick in the book and you had fallen for it so easily.

“Was it your blind faith that made you believe you could escape me, little bride?”

—

You were full on wailing when you were dragged out of your bedroom, you had dug your feet against the floors but the man holding you was far too strong, lifting you with ease and he gripped a fist full of your hair when you attempted to throw a hit at him.

“Try that again and see what happens.” Jungkook hissed in your ear, tugging your hair more which caused another whimper to leave your lips. You can’t help the shock that runs through you at his actions, the man you had been promised to would have never laid a finger on you. That was it though , that man never existed.

Your eyes caught sight of your father who was tied to a kitchen chair, ropes were tied around his limbs, completely immobilizing him. That wasn’t it, there was also a black cloth tied around his mouth, leaving your father unable to speak out towards you. You watch him groan instead, his eyes bulging out as he took you in.

“Let him go!” You yelled out , twisting against the strong grip that held you and you felt Jungkook turn you around, black gloves hands grasped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his again.

“So sacrificial for daddy dearest who so easily gave you away to me.” He tells you as he glances towards your father and when he looks back at you, his eyes scan over your face as realization settles on him. A newfound smile tugging his lips.

“Oh,” He whispers in feigned surprise. “ He hasn’t told you yet, has he?”

Shame and anger fills you at the knowledge that he was right. You were yet to fully understand the severity of what your father had done and why you had seemed to know exactly what Jungkook was.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than what you are doing to me! You witch ” You scream at him, clenching your teeth.

Jungkook’a face darkens at your words and you’re expecting a slap to your face but it never comes. Instead, he lets out chuckle, one holding no humor.

“Is that so?” He asks you, cocking his head to the side. “Why don’t we ask your old man what happened to that young girl who disappeared in the forest then?”

Jungkook’s eyes bore into yours as your lips continue to wobble, snot running down your entire face, down your neck.

“Yujin was it?”

Your eyes dart back to your father, sweat is glistening down his forehead and the veins by his head pop out. He groans in response.

“The girl he brutally raped and left for dead.”

His words are like a straight arrow to the chest.

“No,” You shake your head, not believing the words you just heard. There was no way what this monster was spewing was true.

“That can’t be true.”

Eyes are set on your father again but he refuses to meet your gaze. Your heart sinks as he hung his head low, his fists clenched at his sides.

“Of course it is.” Jungkook replied with a wicked smile, grasping your jaw and tearing your eyes away from your father. “ I saw it all happen.”

No.

“Why do you think he was so quick to accept my proposal? After all, I was the one who had to clean up his dirty work.” He scoffs, sending a glare towards your father. “ He didn’t even hesitate to offer his daughter when he realized what I had witnessed him do.”

No.

His words evoked another wail from you, the revelation much worse then what you had imagined. You couldn’t even bring yourself to look towards your father, your heart felt like it was being shattered into a million pieces. You wanted to deny it, to not believe anything that he was saying but you knew it was true. Your father had already convicted himself with how he had not looked up once towards you.

A guilty man always hid.

Disgust filled you, growing nauseous at the very thought of the man who cared and loved you all these years had committed such a sin.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t have stopped there.” Jungkook continued, raising a dark eyebrows “You should be thanking me, who’s to say you weren’t his next victim?“

That caused your father’ face to flinch up. Strained groans leaving him as he frantically shook his head side to side in protest. The thought was repulsive and your skin crawled at his crude comment.

“Stop!” You demanded in an angry cry, refusing to listen to more of his sadistic descriptions.

“Why are you doing this?”

“To show you how the most holy of souls can be deceiving.” He tells you, eyes traveling down your neck and exposed chest area.

“To show you that karma often comes in human form.” Jungkook finishes with a grin, tapping the bottom of your chin.

Your father glared at Jungkook but you knew it must of done nothing to waver him because a few seconds of silence passed before Jungkook pulled you up against him again. His eyes took you in, and you didn’t like the invasive stare he gave you, it sent a shiver down your spine. He looked like he was in deep thought, his gaze then slowly drifted to your father’s as his lips tilted into a predatory smirk.

“I think we should show your father how much I appreciate our little deal.” Jungkook whispered against your cheek and you flinched back at his hot breath, your body instantly stiffened at his words.

“And what happens when you try to break that deal.”

“P-Please no, Jungkook.” You pull against him, only praying to somehow find a glimpse of that man who had charmed you all these past months. To find some of the kindness he had given you. “You don’t have to do this, y-you have been so good to me.”

“Shh,” He whispers into your hair. “ I’ll always be good to you, my little bride.”

He moves you both towards the kitchen table until your backside bumps against the wood. His fingers slide down your arms in slow motions before he tugs down the ends of your ruffled sleeves and he turns you around completely.

“As long as you behave.”

His words sent another wave of terror through you as realize what is about to happen. You instantly start twisting against him, letting out another blood-curling scream but his fingers come to wrap against your neck, squeezing harshly and you let out a choked sob.

“I know it’s technically tradition to bed on the wedding night but I do things a little differently.” His hands leaves your neck to come pull off the corset around your chest, not bothering to untie it, he simply rips it off in one quick motion. Your head is positioned downwards, your back arching as he bends you over the table and your hands come to grip the edges of the wood.

A whimper leaves you as he pulls the bottom of your white dress over your back, leaving you completely bare underneath, your boots hit against the legs a chair next to you as you hear him shuffle behind you.

“No!” You resist again but it’s useless, his fingers are around the back of your neck still and you feel him bend over to your ear, his hair tickling the side of your forehead.

“No?” He taunts back as his other hand palms your cunt, fingers sliding through your folds and your face scrunched up at the unexpected pleasure your body felt. You hated the wetness that begin to pool over his fingers as he continued his strokes.

“I think you’re more than ready for me, little bride.” Jungkook whispers harshly against you, and you shut your eyes when your hear them struggling cries of your father behind you. Utter shame and embarrassment was all you could feel on top of the immense fear that only got worse with every second.

Jungkook lifted his head back up and you hear his sickening voice direct itself at your father.

“Why so glum, old man? You get to see your precious daughter become a woman.”

You let out a breath when you feel the hard sensation against your entrance, Jungkook hands come to tightly grip your waist as he thrusts forwards without warning. You feel his length fill you up, forcing your walls to stretch and you instantly feel the burning sensation. A pained whimper leaves you, your fingers tightening against the wooden edges of the table.

He leaves no room for adjustment, his pace instantly brutal and relentless. Your body jolts with every hard thrust, each one seeming to suck air from your lungs as you involuntarily let out a whine.

“You have such a pretty cunt, taking my cock so well, my little bride.” Jungkook grunts behind you, the sound of skin slapping against skin was all that could be heard to your ears, not even the screaming and distressed chaos of the outside could distract you from your own miserable reality.

With the shake of the table, you watch your basket you had placed earlier on it fall to the ground, the berries and herbs falling everywhere on the floor.

“Ah!“ You voice at the feeling of particular hard thrust and you feel Jungkook’s hands move up your waist, coming to fully rip apart the front of your dress, the thin material tearing easily and making your breasts spill out. He grasps them harshly as continued to pound into you, your back arching at the force of his length filling you up completely. The feeling is so new to you, so unnatural and you bite your lips in order to suppress the moans threatening to slip from your lips. Your body was betraying your heart and mind, giving into the pleasure it was being subjected to.

“Fuck, you’re even better than I imagined.” He rasps as he continues to grope every inch of you, fingers pinching your nipples hard , causing another painful sensation to surge through you. His fingers flick on the nub, while his other hand massages your other breast.

“P-Please” Your vision is growing hazy with every roll of his hips, the wetness of your heat mixing with his own. He ignored your pleas, only letting out satisfied grunts of his own as his hand left your chest to come grasp your ass, smacking it roughly as he came to lay his fingers steadily against your lower back. Your body shakes in what you can longer decipher as pure fright or pleasure, most likely a combination of the two as you feel the pressure in your gut grow. You knit your eyebrows together at the overwhelming strange sensation you have never before felt and let the side of your face drop against the table, slightly turning your neck to catch a glimpse of the monster behind you.

Jungkook's face is narrowed in concentration, eyes locked on his cock thrusting in and out you, but when he catches sight of your teary gaze on his, he sends a sultry smirk your way. His pupils are completely blown out, the feeling of pure ecstasy and sin is clear in his eyes as he lets his head fall back in pleasure , the hood of his cloak falling off, revealing the rest of his dark locks.

“Does it hurt, my little bride?” He breathed, bringing his hands around your waist, hoisting your upper body up against him again and your head lifted up automatically. The tightness continued to build in you, growing more with each thrust.

“Looks like your daddy was even kind enough to grant me a little virgin,” He chuckled breathlessly behind you and you tremble when you feel his fingers travel down to your wet folds again, rubbing harshly against them. You let out another high-pitched whimper, finally feeling that tightness come undone, the forced orgasm sending waves of unwanted pleasure through you and your body soon falls limp against him.

Jungkook continued to roll his hips, making you feel another strange sensation, it's too much, far too much for your body. A pained cry leaves you once again as you feel hot liquid filling your insides, you flinch forwards but Jungkook’s grip is like steel, keeping you in place as he slows his movements. You feel him thrust a few more times before he pulls out, the action should have brought you some relief but you nearly recoil when you feel the warm feeling trailing down your legs, his release tainting you completely.

You let out a shaky breath.

It’s over.

Your legs are too weak to maintain your weight anymore and you let yourself slowly side down to the ground, letting out ugly sobs as you hang your head down in shame. You didn’t want to even glance at your father, the feelings of humiliation and anger were too conflicting. You couldn’t bear to even acknowledge he had witnessed every moment of that. Your eyes travel down your legs, noticing the slight blood stained on the bottom of your calves. You try your best to cover your exposed chest but the rip Jungkook had made is too severe, so you simply attempt to cross your arms around you as you turn to your side.

You hear Jungkook adjusting himself, the sound of armor shifting and you take a quick glance at him positioning a dagger on his belt. His face holds no emotion as he stares down at your figure. You watch him slide on his black gloves again before he kneels down in front of you, yanking your chin upwards.

“You better hope you’re as fertile as you look and feel.”

With that, he pulls off his long cloak, covering you with it and tying it around your neck. He makes sure every part of you is covered, tying it in the middle parts as well. While he’s moving aside your hair from the hood, his eyes fall on the cross on your neck, and his gaze hardens instantly. He gives you a knowing look before his gloved fingers lift it up.

“You won’t be needing this where we are headed.” He states as he rips it off your neck, throwing it harshly against the floor.

“No!” You reach out to go grab it but he pushes you back with ease, a glare forming in his dark eyes at your defiance.

“Why continue to pray to a God who let this happen to you?” He smirks, raising an eyebrow and you’re surprised to feel how much his words impacted you in that moment. The vulnerable state didn’t help the already whirlwind of emotions bubbling inside you, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s right.

“ How pathetic are you? Hm? There’s no God that will help you now.” His voice takes an edge towards the end as his face inches closer, his forehead touching yours.

“No miracle will be able to take you away from me.” Jungkook says, his voice deepening and swear you could see the raging fire behind his eyes. “The only God you will worship from now on is me.”

The smell of smoke greets you the moment you step outside, Jungkook’s painful grip is on your arm once again and you’re practically dragging your feet to walk. Your legs feel sore, and you feel disgusting, used. Your body has not been able to stop trembling and it only worsens when you take sight of what’s happening ahead of you. Angry fires are being set on countless cottages, there’s women weeping on the grounds with lifeless bodies on their laps as they try to shake them awake. The cries of babies tug at your heart and you grow nauseas at the revolting scene in front of you. Dozens of cloaked figures just like the one beside you are throwing women in carriages, chaining them together as they gather the children into a completely different carriage.

What’s even more horrifying is that none of them are protesting.

They walk in straight lines, eyes void of any emotion or life. They don’t seem the least bit phased by the chaos amongst them, they follow the men in cloaks blindly with steps that resemble that of soldiers.

You let out a gasp when you recognize a familiar face.

The small figure walks behind a man and woman, a white cloth is wrapped around his eyes but the circular stained spots on the material suddenly make you realize that the boy had no eyes. The blood of his wound is clear on the cloth, giving away the unforunate reality.

The little boy from the woods.

It had not been an illusion.

Bile threatens to move up your throat at the sight, your palms coming to cover your mouth as you watch him enter one the carriages.

But not before he turns his head, nearly twisting his neck in an unnatural angle and sends you a wide smile.

Jungkook takes notice instantly, his eyes closing in on him and he reminds you of the very creature you had seen on his shoulder earlier. He looked like a raven in that second, caustiously observing one of his preys. Everything about him seemed to fit the ill perceived animal, he carried the heavy and dark energy of a bad omen.

How had he masked it before so well?

“Children make the best sacrfices.” He breathed against your cheek, his hold on your waist tightening as he let one his hands come lay right above your lower stomach.

You recoil at what he is implying.

“Come along, my little bride.” He guides you away from the crowd, dragging you over to one of the carriages that awaits.

You turn your head, sending one last look towards your father’s limp body that still was inside your home. Jungkook had slid a sword right into his neck, and another in his groin. His lifeless body was tied to the chair still, blood seeping through the wooden floors as his eyes stared upwards. His head had flopped to the side, allowing him to look at you, even if there was no remains of left of him.

Jungkook yanked your chin towards him, gloved fingers bruising your skin as he sent you a threaning look before he motioned you to climb into the carriage. He shut the door behind you and your fingers gripped the metal bars of the opening. You officialy felt like a prisoner, and not at all like the bride he claimed you as.

“Get comfortable, we have a long ride ahead.” He tilted his lips upwards, brushing his hands agsint your fingers before he turned to walk away.

Your jaw clenched, more angry tears falling as the carriage begins to move and you feel so helpless. A new fear came with getting taken from the only home you had ever known, your fingers tightened against the bars, as if they would stop the carriage from moving. Your body swayed with every movement of the carriage, the sight of your village becoming smaller and smaller and the smell of smoke soon clearing from your nostrils but the burning sensation lingers.

It wasn’t until there was no sight of flames , no sight of the familiar cottages and certainly no sounds of heart wrenching wails that you let your head drop to the side. Your eyes stared at the sky, memories of your life at the village flooding in and you wished you had savored the last moments of freedom you had before tragedy had struck.

Before evil had taken you.

The cawing was back, and so was the raven. Your eyes zoomed in on the creature flying high above and you glared at it. There was no knowing if it had been the same one you had seen in the woods all those times but somehow you felt like it was, the cawing sounded like mockery to your ears.

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