Three Cursed Princes

Three Cursed Princes

*these won't be actual fics, this is just conceptual - I only wrote the synopses

Prince Yeonjun has known almost his entire life of the prophecy with his name. Written mere months after his birth, bringing shadow to cloud his parents' joy, the royal couple's most trusted advisor and skilled seer proclaimed that when the prince found his truest love, it would be at the price of a great sorrow. Whose sorrow, the seer could not determine, nor did she see a name of the one who completed the other half of the fate - the truest love. The tale of the prince's destiny was well known throughout the kingdom, with many parents from respected families discouraged from their aspirations of merging with the royal family through marriage by the warnings of the seers. Despite Yeonjun being the only child of the king and queen due to unfortunate circumstances, they pardoned him from his duty of carrying on the family line, wholeheartedly believing the fate they were sold. As a young man, Yeonjun himself only half believes the fortune that has been attached to his name, following him even in his years of childhood. But when he begins to fall for a girl from a neighbouring kingdom, breaking all the rules to sneak out at night to see her and quickly form a connection, he can't stop hearing the cursed story in his mind. 

Though they know they should stay away from each other, though they know the predicted doom hanging over their heads if they give in to their attraction, they just can't bear to be apart. Will they be able to live with the cost of their love?

Prince Beomgyu is about to marry the love of his life. A happy future lies ahead and the couple are excited to begin it. But when the prince is woken in the middle of the night by his distressed council, informing him of a horrible curse that has been placed, threatening to plunge the kingdom into eternal impenetrable darkness, Beomgyu must choose between his own happiness and the safety of his people. He’s horrified to learn that he must sacrifice all memory of the love he holds so dear in order to break the curse that looms over their heads, growing ever closer; he will not recognise her face, her name, all feelings he has ever held for her erased. Her memory, however, will remain untarnished. Feeling he has no choice, the prince agrees, bolting to the other side of the castle where his fiance is staying to see her one last time before the spell takes effect.

Can love break a curse, even if the one you love has no recollection of it?

One should never anger the gods—but the gods like to hide in plain sight. Prince Kai hates hunting, but his uncle, his sole guardian, makes him join the hunting party as it's a long standing royal tradition. While he doesn't enjoy hunting animals, he has been trained in archery since he was young and is very skilled in the sport, never missing a target. On the trip he is pressured into shooting a deer, which it turns out is truly the god of the woods. As penance, the prince is cursed. Kai knows not what the curse entails, and lives in fear of the day he finds out. His uncle scours the land for someone who could divine the details of the magic placed that day, but to no avail; all they can do is wait to see it play out. But I can tell you, reader, the nature of the curse: when the prince finds his true love – and he will — the first kiss they share will draw her into the magic that binds their fate, and she will be forced to spend her days changing between human and doe, with the prince compelled to chase and hunt her against his own will, his own heart, for the rest of their time on earth.

Can Prince Kai find a way to break the spell before it drives him to lose the one he loves?

soobin version taehyun version

"I can be kinda cute too" oh my gosh stop, I'm smiling so hard. "why'd you want him when I've been here all this time" and "you have me. and I have you" feels like my heart is jumping rope right now 💓

All your posts are making me like 🫠 I think I reblogged all three keke

I need to shout about this... In the Miracle tiktok where Taehyun is dancing while SoobKai film with ILLIT... I don't know if he's eating or chewing gum but it looks like he's chewing gum and why is it so attractive to me. Now I've combined this with basketball Taehyun, thinking how hot it would be to watch him doing a solo practice, shooting and doing dribbling drills while casually making conversation with you, chewing gum the whole time. Am I crazy? Maybe, because before now, I'd probably say gum is gross.

WAIT but now I'm imagining this scenario is the first time you hang out after he sees you fraternising with the enemy (Yeonjun) and he's trying to act like it doesn't bother him that you gave him your number, only that you were clapping for the wrong team OKAY stop me and my imagination 😅 I love Taehyun

and I love you, so glad to see you're still around 💕

CEE I love you too! and I'm happy to see you around also <3 you have no idea how much I've been giggling to myself from your tags hehe :> thank you for the rbs and reading your reactions were fun too 🤭 and you saying that I make sport-centric fics fun for you to read is truly a huge compliment to me omg, I always get nervous because I'm not 100% sure about what I'm writing most of the time, so thank you ilysm 🫶🏼

ALSO reading this made my jaw drop because you're literally onto something with that omg. I noticed that too during soogyu's tiktok with ILLIT— it's the way taehyun does it so nonchalantly with the subtle chewing and it is kinda hot. I used to find people who do that quite obnoxious lmao, but like I can't stand if they're really smacking their gum, ygm? ANYWAY—

jealous bsf!taehyun x gn!reader, dialogue heavy

okay so, the first time you and taehyun hang out after the game is a couple of days later. he'd agreed to hang out with you at the park since you both had checked the weather in advance; it was sunnier than usual. you both decided to meet each other at your regular spot and you're not surprised to find taehyun already there, sitting on the grass and on his phone. usually he'd notice you when you walk up behind him, but it was almost like he'd purposely ignored you and waiting until you had to announce that you were there.

"tyun?" you sit beside him slowly leaning in to give him a usual hug when you greet each other but he gave you a lazy side hug. damn. "been waiting long?"

"no."

that's all you get? he pockets his phone, palms against the grass as he leans back chewing his gum nonchalantly and looking at the busy field in front of you. there seems to be a group of high schoolers training for soccer.

"um, are we good?" you ask quietly, heart pounding in your chest and a little afraid for the first time in forever.

he hums, eyes focused on the ball being passed from player to player.

"yeah, why wouldn't we?" his voice monotone but knowing taehyun, that was normal. "how's yeonjun. are you guys like text buddies now or something?"

now that wasn't what you were expecting. well shit. taehyun's mad and you don't know if that's all he has to say about it.

"no, tyun. he didn't even call me so I don't even have his number. I'm assuming he's busy is all. I wasn't really expecting much." you nudge his shoulder playfully, craning your neck in attempt to be in his visual field, but to no avail, his vision doesn't budge. you sit back in your original position, also watching the ball from afar. "does it bother you?"

you best friend scoffs, apparently he finds something humorous that you possibly missed.

"it doesn't. why'd you even talk to that guy anyway, you know he just does that to boost his ego because he lost the game." taehyun finally turns his head to look at you and you look at him within a fraction of a second, eyes holding eye contact for the first time that day.

"I'm sure he had good intentions-"

"good intentions." taehyun scoffs again, almost chuckles after he repeats it again. "that guy never has good intentions, ___. and I thought you were there to support me, then I catch you clapping for his three pointer."

your stomach churns a little from the guilt. you didn't know he saw that. and what do you even say? you thought it was impressive? you had a feeling yeonjun shot that shot for you?

"don't even try and think of some lame ass excuse because you know damn well I can tell when you're not telling me the truth." his voice assertive but his gaze on you softens, wanting you to be comfortable with him like you usually are.

you let out a deep sigh.

"he looked at me before that moment and I assumed he did that to impress me..." your voice trails off, trying to look at taehyun through your peripheral, not wanting to look at him directly. "I don't know tyun, he seemed pretty genuine and he's kinda cute too."

after explaining as honestly as you could, the air was filled with a short silence between the both of you and distant shouting and birds flying by.

"I can be kinda cute too." taehyun grumbles under his breath and you swear it wasn't some sort of auditory hallucination. that is what you heard, right?

"hm?" you turn to him, tilting your head to the side waiting for him to hopefully repeat himself.

"why'd you want him when I've been here all this time." his rhetorical reply left you blinking a couple of times, processing what exactly he's inferring. "in short, you have me. and I have you."

your chest starts heaving slowly. taehyun, your best friend, really said that. his fingers gently caresses yours, also supporting your weight on the grass while you both lean back.

the train of thought in your discombobulated mind is disrupted by him calling your name, now in a softer tone.

"so, what do you say? I'm willing to risk this friendship and try something more with you, ___. if you let me."

his says his confession, almost as if he's been yearning for you to be his for a while, but is it wrong that you still can't stop thinking about yeonjun?

"taehyun," you sit upright, holding his hand in yours. "I'm going to be honest with you, but promise me don't get mad."

the hope in taehyuns eyes disappears, feeling his heart sink to his stomach ready for your rejection. he nods.

"I love you, and always have, but that's because you're my best friend. and at the moment, yeonjun left quite the impression on me so he's still on my mind, but there's nothing much that helps him in his favour."

"so what you're saying is?" your fingers interlock with his, your thumb rubbing the back of his.

"is that I'm willing to try this with you, because, unlike you," you tease, "I like to give people chances."

you prod at his side as he exhales and rolls his eyes playfully.

"I couldn't risk you being whisked away before I even made a move on you." taehyun defends himself the best he could.

"no but really, from time to time I have felt like I've loved you more than a friend. so that's why I want to try, but can we take it slow?"

"yeah, of course. I'll just have to push yeonjun out your thoughts first." his comment makes you laugh.

taehyun's singular dimpled smile returns and it's contagious, he has you smiling back at him too. you didn't realise when you two ended up sitting closer to each other to close the gap, but you took the opportunity to lean your head on his shoulder.

"and you are kinda cute."

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Home Invasion - Min Yoongi

Pairing: Yoongi x reader Summary: There's someone downstairs... Trigger warnings: brief mentions of an argument, themes of anxiety and panic, themes of home invasion scenario, one swear word, a sword Author's note: I started writing this at the end of February - I'm a slow writer most of the time because I hit blocks and have to think it out, and I also have a chronic illness which interferes with, well everything. I am currently writing for the other members too, but as you might be able to tell it may take a while. I'm glad to finally post this, I hope you enjoy it! Merry Christmas!

It had taken a long time to get to sleep. The scenes in your head would not fade to black. You had tossed and turned for hours, replaying things in your mind.

“You can't just throw money at every problem, Yoongi!”

"Why not? It's not like I don't have a lot of it."

"Oh my god, do you hear yourself?"

The whole thing had echoed in your memory as if the words were being shouted back and forth inside a cave. You couldn't stop thinking that if you had just let it go, there would be two in this bed.

Everything seemed to irritate you: the sheets were cold and stiff, the bed too big, the room too quiet. But you knew it was all down to how guilty you felt about the fight. If it ended with Yoongi walking out, it was a fight, and you knew exactly which buttons to push.

There were two sides to you when the pair of you would fight: the one that would pull you back from the edge, that would warn that if you didn't reign in your anger, stop yourself from saying things you didn't mean, you were going to lose everything that mattered to you; and the side that was relentless and wanted to hurt him, the one that saw you standing on the precipice and dared you to jump.

Eventually you cried yourself to exhaustion and finally fell asleep, wondering how many times you could put him through this before he left for good.

***

It was a noise downstairs that brought you out of sleep. You had no idea how long you'd slept for, but your body still felt heavy and wrung out. Behind the fog of grogginess, you felt relief: obviously Yoongi was back from wherever he retreated to whenever you argued. Peeling your eyes open, you were greeted by darkness, almost the same view you had with them closed. You told yourself you had to stay awake, at least until he got into bed, so you could apologise before he went to sleep. But, listening carefully, you didn't hear the sound of keys dropping into the bowl by the door, or footsteps on the stairs. In fact, the only noise you could hear was the soft sounds of your boyfriend's breathing.

How long had he been there? And if he was here...

"Yoongi?” your small, depleted voice wobbled in the darkness.

Nothing.

Reaching out across the bed, your hand collided with his shoulder and you tried to shake him, but it was really more like giving his arm little pushes. “Yoongi.”

The only reply that came was a sleepy grunt.

There was another commotion downstairs and this time it made you jump, because you knew it wasn't who it should be. Now you gave his arm a weak jab, causing his body to flinch. Your voice came out a little louder this time. "Yoongi, please.”

He groaned again and you felt him roll over onto his side closest to you. You were convinced he was still asleep. You weren't sure if he'd had any drinks tonight, but you knew he was a heavy sleeper when he'd been drinking.

“I think someone's in the house." Your voice broke as you spoke now, getting more scared as it didn't seem like you'd be able to wake him.

"Huh?" he croaked, and your heart leapt at the sound of his voice. You'd never been happier to hear that voice. The covers crinkled as he sat up, one hand rubbing his face. "Are you sure?"

You were about to answer when, as if on cue, another sound came from the lower level. If someone had been trying to get into the house, they were definitely inside now.

"Fuck," you heard from beside you before he sprang from the bed faster than you'd seen him move before, especially when he’d been asleep just moments ago.

He flicked on the lamp and your eyes instinctively closed, stinging in the sudden bright light. Fighting to look, you watched as he gazed around in panic, seemingly for something to defend himself with. Glancing around your side of the room, you couldn't see anything that could pose as a weapon, except a couple of awards that looked kind of pointy, but you weren't sure they would be of any help in this situation.

You almost jolted again when you heard something, but then you realised it was inside the room. Yoongi was rummaging around in the sliding closet before standing with something brandished in his grip: it was the katana he'd used in one of his music videos.

With the light on, you could see he'd been sleeping in his clothes; his hair was a mess and his eyes looked rough, as if he hadn't slept for very long before this disturbance. At the sight of him, you couldn't help but wonder, even in your panic, if he'd been as torn up over the squabble as you had.

"Lock the door behind me," he instructed as he headed towards it.

Your heart hammered hard in your chest. Was this really happening?

"Wait!" you whispered loudly, and scrambled down the foot of the bed. You knelt there, hesitant to leave the mattress, as if the offender were a mouse and you were safe up there, which you knew was irrational.

Yoongi turned from the door and approached you, his free arm instinctively curling around your waist as yours encircled his shoulders. In the state of nerves and adrenaline you were in, the touch of your bodies felt like electricity.

Your voice trembled now. You met his eyes and wondered if his calm appearance was put on for your benefit. “I'm sorry. I- I didn't..."

He touched his forehead to yours - he always did this whenever he apologised. It was one of those things you would never grow sick of. "Me too."

He pulled away, too soon. You knew you were probably in danger and he had to go, but you didn’t want him to. As scared as you were of the intruder, you were more scared of him going down there, regardless of having an impressive sword on his side. What if the other guy had a gun? A bullet would be much faster.

He turned the bedroom doorknob impossibly slow, trying to prevent it making any noise. He took a step out of the room, turned back for a second to gesture for you to lock the door, and then he was gone.

You couldn't bear it; you just knelt there, staring into the darkness beyond the door, blinking, all the horrible things that could be about to happen swimming in your head, listening desperately for the sound of your boyfriend's steps to keep track of him. You couldn't hear anything except the throbbing in your ears. Getting carefully to your feet, you crossed to the door slowly and shakily, holding your breath and straining once more for a noise.

Nothing.

You knew you should lock the door as Yoongi had instructed, but closing it would feel like leaving him on his own. At first you just stood on the threshold, waiting, but, more and more every moment, a strong urge to follow after him grew. Warring with yourself, you knew it was a bad idea; you were nowhere near as agile and stealthy as your boyfriend, and you might alert the intruder by mistake, or you could get in Yoongi's way and he could get hurt.

Before you could execute either plan, there was a loud crash downstairs, followed by a grunt. Feet moving before your brain could stop them, you flew down the stairs to the kitchen. You heard Yoongi’s voice but you were moving too fast and breathing too heavily to register words. He was standing at the bottom of the stairs, katana hanging half-heartedly from his grip. You emerged behind him, going up on your toes to peek over his shoulder into the dimly lit kitchen.

Standing by the sliding door that lead to the backyard were Jimin and Taehyung, leaning on each other and swaying noticeably.

“You do realise I could have killed you guys?” Yoongi was saying sternly, holding up his weapon for the younger boys to see.

Their glassy eyes followed the sword through the air in awe, mesmerised.

"That's so cool," breathed Tae. His hair was not up to its usual standard, and half of his shirt was untucked from his pants.

"What's going on?" you asked, stepping out from behind Yoongi, into view.

Jimin burst into a fit of giggles upon seeing you, weighing Tae down as he did. Taehyung unhooked himself from Jimin and the older boy collapsed to the ground, unable to get control of himself. You looked down at yourself to see what was so amusing and realised the boys had never seen you in pajamas before. Wrapping your arms around yourself protectively, you looked away, slightly embarrassed.

Yoongi shook his head at the pair but you knew he felt affection for them. "You scared the hell out of her, too."

“Sorry,” said Jimin, laughter subsided and sounding genuine. His brows were pulled together, the way they usually did when he was concerned or sympathetic. He got to his feet, a little unsteadily, and began to reach for you before thinking better of it and pulling back again. “We- we left our keys at home so we wouldn’t drive, and when we got home nobody would let us in.”

“Probably all asleep,” added Taehyung, who had begun looking through the cupboards and found a box of crackers he was currently fighting to open.

Yoongi leaned closer to you. “They’ve been at the pub most of the night, if you couldn’t tell.”

“I can tell,” you replied. You pried the box from Tae and opened it easily for him, his face lighting up as you handed it back. “It’s okay. You guys can stay here tonight.”

The two younger boys looked instinctively at their hyung. He was holding the katana over the backs of his shoulders, his tongue tucked into his cheek. “But next time, try knocking on the front door, huh?”

***

Once you had set Jimin and Taehyung up on the couch for the night, top and tailed and bickering about whose feet smelled worse, with water and extra blankets and a torch for a night light, you and Yoongi retreated upstairs. Now that there was no threat and you were alone, you didn’t know what to say. Or, more accurately, you knew what you wanted to say, but not where to start conversation.

Before you could think much more about it, you found yourself speaking as Yoongi made to close the door. “Maybe we should leave it open.”

Yoongi looked up through his lashes, his eyes seemed red with tiredness. He nodded softly and righted the door before crossing to kneel in front of you where you sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress. “Are you okay?”

Your throat tightened at the question; here he was, typical Yoongi, asking if you were alright when he was the one who bore the brunt of the fight. You pondered your answer a moment before replying, your voice trembling with the threat of tears. “No, I’m not. I hurt you. Again.”

Yoongi cupped one of your cheeks with his smooth, cold hand. “It’s okay, I’m tough. I can take it.”

“For how long?”

“Until you don’t want me to come back.”

You sniffled pathetically. “I’ll always want you to come back. I never really want you to leave in the first place.”

He smiled softly before tucking his arms under your knees and bringing you up the bed. Laying your head on your pillow and brushing your hair behind your ears soothingly, pulling the covers over you, then getting in beside you.

“I don’t know if I can get back to sleep after that,” you admitted. After the arguing and the crying, the panic and adrenaline of the false break in, you were beat, but you felt too wired to settle down and drift off again.

Yoongi kissed the tip of your nose before reaching for you. “Come here, little spoon.” You rolled onto your side and let him tug you back against his chest. His heart still wasn’t at its normal pace either. Feeling him reach behind him, you heard the familiar sound of his phone unlocking.

Was he texting the other boys and let them know Jimin and Taehyung were here so they wouldn’t worry? Was he tweeting about the funny incident that had just happened downstairs? Was he going to read articles until he fell asleep? Your eyes felt so heavy and tired, but you were sure you couldn’t sleep yet. Maybe you could just listen to Yoongi’s breathing and that would help.

You felt him move again and his hand came down in front of you, holding his phone. The screen began to move and within seconds you understood, warmth melting in your chest. “You have my comfort movie on your phone?”

He chuckled quietly at your reaction. “I thought it might come in handy sometime. You don’t have to watch the whole thing, just until you want to sleep.”

Sighing in contentment, you sank further into his arms as the opening scene rolled and the music started quietly. How did you ever get so lucky?

written by mapofthemazeinthemirror - do not repost my work in any form

If I met a MOA on the street today and they asked who my bias is, I think I would malfunction.

I'm not sure who this is about, since the poll hasn't finished. I was envisioning Yeonjun as I wrote it, but you can read it as whoever you like :) side note, thanks to aura whose work I was reading when inspiration struck!

trigger warning: angst?

"Don't marry him."

The world seems to shake as the words fall from his lips. It feels as though your heart comes to a screeching stop and drops into your stomach with a thud.

"What?"

"Please," he's saying before you've even finished forming the word.

His eyes are so sorrowful, and you're not sure if it's guilt or sincerity. Your head begins to throb as you catch up to reality. A few steps and he's in reach of you, reaching to cup your face between his hands as he looks down at you. His eyes dart between your own, trying to trace the look in them back to one single emotion. But even you don't know what you feel as you wordlessly shake your head as though the action could clear it.

"I..." you splutter, and his eyebrows tick upward, waiting for the rest of your reply, but it doesn't come. It feels like time might have stopped inside this room.

"I love you."

It sounds like the most matter of fact statement in the world. It sounds like waves crashing and the wind picking up and the first bird song of the day. So why does it feel so wrong?

"Why?"

You can feel the warmth of your own cheeks radiating back to you from the skin of his hands. The emotions you can't name are beginning to bubble up like lava in your belly, too many to name.

"'Why?'" he repeats, confusion clouding his brow with lines.

You wish you could silence the noise inside your mind. Thousands of words and questions and scenarios battering round and round inside your head, too loud.

"Why now? Wh- why are you telling me this now?"

You see the way he bites the inside of his cheek before he speaks, a nervous habit he's always had. "Because... I can't lose you."

The lava forms a name: Anger.

Instinctively, you pull your face from his hands, moving half a step back from him. "You're ruining everything... because you're jealous?"

"It's- I'm not jealous." His hands hang dumbly at his sides now. He looks hurt—by your words or by the way you've separated yourself from him, you're not sure. "Didn't you hear me? I love you."

Blinking back hot tears, you shake your head again. You refuse to believe it. Somewhere in the molten pool inside you swirls grief for what could have been if his words are true, and it's too much to bear.

"If you loved me, you could have told me. You had so many years to make your feelings known." You breathe sharply, something catching in your throat. "You just don't want me to have something that you don't."

The expression his face dissolves into makes your heart hurt tenfold. Maybe you were reading this whole thing wrong. But it's too late now; you're too proud to take it back or stay to hear another word. With one last look at your best friend and his pitiful glassy eyes, you turn and make a swift exit, finally allowing the tears to make their own escape. They taste of loss and regret.

In stark contrast to my last post (in which they are princes) I had this thought while I was watching the mubank performance. I’m questioning my sanity right now, but TXT as Hunger Games tributes! For some reason my head was like, they look like they’re in the interview before they go into the games up there on that big screen… let’s just go with it.

Kai, from one of those districts that trains their kids for the games and it’s an honour to be chosen, with all the confidence of a shoo-in for victor. Taehyun can easily turn on the charm for the crowd when he needs to, when there’s sponsorships - and his life - at stake. Soobin can’t hide his nerves and is trying not to stutter, but he hates the attention, and Beomgyu can’t hide his fear. And Yeonjun, loving the cameras and the reactions of the audience, probably the favourite of the Capitol and Caesar Flickerman, gathering sponsorships under his belt with his face card and smile alone.