Hi!!! Could I Be Added To The Tag List ? Also How Is It Pronounced

hi!!! could I be added to the ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη tag list 🥺? also how is it pronounced

Of course!💜

Ancient Greek: ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη • (agápē) or (agápi), pronounced  a.ɡá.pɛː → aˈɣa.pi 

 -it’s a Greco-Christian term for the highest form of love (usually used for referring to a love between man and God, but is also a selfless form of love)

Character Abilities #5

Elemental Powers

General

Atmokinesis: Control and manipulate the weather by mixing water, ice, fire, air, earth, and electricity/lightning 

Powers Related to Ice

Freeze Breath: Freeze things in solid ice

Cryokinesis: Control ice, snow, and other forms of frozen water

Freezing: Lower the temperature in kinetic atoms to freezing temperatures

Frigokinesis: Control snow that is on the ground or as precipitation 

Ice Mimicry: Have a body made up of ice

Ice Beam: Shoot beams of freezing energy

Ice Generation: Generate ice

Ice Absorption: Absorb ice

Powers Related to Water

Elemental power of water

Water Generation

Scald Generation: Power to generate boiling liquids

Liquification: Ability to turn partially or completely into a liquid

Water and moisture manipulation: Ability to control, generate or absorb water

Plant manipulation

Powers Related to Fire

Fire Breathing

Heat Resistance/Thermal Resistance

Elemental power of fire

Fraxikinesis: Manipulate burnt matter

Geo-Thermokinesis: Manipulate, control, and create lava, magma and volcanoes

Electric manipulation

Microwave manipulation: The ability to convert ambient electromagnetic energy into microwaves and manipulate it into various effects such as heat, light, and radiation

Heat vision

Powers Related to Earth

Granulation: Ability to turn things into sand

Halokinesis: Control and manipulate salt

Hyalokinesis: Control and manipulate glass

Elemental power of Earth

Powers Related to Air

Aerokinesis: Manipulation of air, wind, and gas

Aeroportation: Teleport using wind currents

Air Mimicry: Ability to transform into a cloud of gas, fog, or mist

Sublimation: Ability to transform into a gaseous, mist, or fog-like from

Deoxygenation: Suck up all the oxygen from a place

Lung Adaptation: Ability to breathe anywhere

Wind Generation: Create blasts of wind

Air Generation

Flight: Have the ability to fly at will

Levitation: The ability to make anything rise up in the air and move around under your control

Elemental power of air

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Word of The Day　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Corsair (Middle French, 16th century): 1) A fast ship used for piracy; 2) A pirate, usually from the Barbary Coast

me, not a us citizen, cannot vote: WE DID IT 

7:07 p.m.

It wasn’t like him.

Not one bit.

Nothing about this makes any sense.

You feel it in your bones; deep down in the depths of your soul.

Something isn’t right.

———

That morning had started with a soft peak of light through the window pane and the sweet press of soft lips curling into loving smiles. It was just as any other morning, waking in the arms of the love of your life.

In all your years, you’d only ever dreamed of finding a love like this. The kind of love that hits you like a freight train when you least expect it and you never recover.

It starts with a fire in your veins that never goes out; fast-paced kisses and long, lingering touches. The kind of love that young novelists fantasize about, writing pages and pages of sultry words and passionate rendezvous until their fingers burn.

Over time it’s in the little things; the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles full force at something silly you’d done or said, the brush of his forehead on yours as he leans close, swaying you back and forth to the music floating through the evening air in your tiny apartment. The kind of love that creates a home inside of your heart, full and warm.

When he found you, it was like being pulled to the other half of your heart; the other half of your soul.

He is your soulmate. And you’re his.

It wasn’t unlike him to leave late in the afternoon to get some work in before dinner.

You’d spent the day mulling around, a lazy one due to the heat that crept in early in the morning.

Summer is your favorite season; warm breezes, cute sundresses, flowers in full bloom, watching him push the sleeves of his white t-shirt high and ring it from him to cool off, the peaks of skin you are already privy to being an even more tantalizing delight when it’s during the most mundane of times.

After spending much too much time laying together under the soft confines of your covers, you’d convinced him to help you tend to your garden out back.

Despite having your whole heart stolen by this man, there was a small piece designated to your love of cultivation. Something about growing and caring for something; giving it life, gave you a rush, a lightness within you that made you smile from ear to ear.

Watching the sweat form on his brow, the way his arm comes up to brush it off, smudging a bit of dirt on his cheek, it’s an art form you admire with your whole being.

When his adorable whining becomes too convincing to ignore, he persuades you inside with a promise of a cold drink and a delicious lunch.

You spend the rest of the day laughing, talking, smiling, kissing, holding his hand. Being with him requires your entirety, and it’s something you always provide him and always will.

Draped across his lap, head resting on the arm of the couch, book in your hands, you relish in the soft run of his fingers through your hair as you read aloud to him. If he could, he’d listen to you forever.

You can feel his gaze on you, and when you flick your eyes from the page up at him, you catch the spark that grows in his irises, his face angelic in its glow as he softly smiles down at you as if you’re his whole world.

Because you are.

When you try to get up, taking note of the time and wondering aloud what you should cook for dinner, he catches you in his arms, snuggling you into his lap as soft giggles escape your lips. He holds you close, skin tickling your own, leaning forward to rub his nose against yours.

His breath is warm on your cheeks, the feeling of his arms around you, fingers tracing against the skin of your bare shoulders exposed by your dress, you feel as if you could stay right here forever.

It’s when he says that he loves you, that he’s going to marry you someday, that a piece you hadn’t even known was inside of you had fallen right into place.

It’s followed by a long, sweet kiss that melts you from the tip of your tongue to your toes.

You don’t want to get up and make dinner now, but it needs to be done, and he reminds you that he’s leaving for the studio for an hour or two.

He gathers his things and kisses you goodbye at the front door and you occupy yourself with making a quaint meal for two.

You hadn’t planned on falling asleep on the couch waiting for him to return.

You didn’t plan on waking up on the couch, same clothes from yesterday, dinner still laid out on the table.

You spent the next few minutes scouring the apartment for your lover, no sign of him coming home in sight. His shoes were not placed in their usual spot by the door. His backpack with his equipment still gone. The sheets of your shared bed untouched.

After that, you spend what feels like hours but is really only 15-20 minutes trying to reach his cell.

No answer.

Calls are made: 911, his friends, his parents, your parents, the studio, his manager, the company.

No one has seen him.

Hours later they tell you his car is still parked in the studio lot, the same place he always parks.

They tell you there was no sign of blood, no struggle, nothing missing. His things all right where he left them; bag opened on the floor by his desk chair, equipment strewn about as he always did. His shoes by the door.

Days, weeks are spent searching. The tears that never leave your eyes stain your cheeks as you go over the events again and again and again.

Nothing new comes up.

More days are spent in your apartment. His friends come to check on you, your parents have made camp in the living room. The door to your room remains locked. The dent of your body in the mattress unfixable by this point.

Everything within you is gone. It disappeared with him. The smile he carefully sculpted into your face no longer exists. The warm blush on your cheeks replaced by a hollow paleness.

An empty shell occupies your once lively body.

Eventually your parents return home. His friends no longer visit. The beautiful life you’d created withers away like the plants in your garden.

Months of search comes up empty.

You are only met with dead ends and ‘I don’t knows.’

It’s a cold case. There is a funeral, but no body. The hope you all once clung to nothing but a distant memory.

He wasn’t coming home.

———

It wasn’t like him.

Not one bit.

None of it makes sense.

It still doesn’t; years later.

You feel it in your bones, deep down into the depths of your soul. You have ever since. An ache that has long since replaced the warmth in your heart.

You’ll feel it for the rest of your life.

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A/N,

I know this isn’t an update for my Cursed!Seokjin story, but one is coming. I want to apologize for the long wait and being MIA, it’s been a stressful and disheartening few months, and I would like to say that I’m doing better and will be more present, but I don’t want to make any empty promises.

Updates will come when they come.

New stories will come when they come.

I appreciate every single person who can put up with me and my mess through all of this. I truly love you all. And I truly love writing, not only for all of you, but for myself.

I have a few exciting things in the works (at least to me) and will be sharing them when I feel like it. I don’t want to put any more added pressure on myself, even if that means possibly disappointing someone. I know how understanding and caring you all are and I’m truly grateful.

Again, I am truly, 100% sorry for the delays.

Thank you all so much for your support💜

-Moonie🌙

ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη - Pt. III

Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader

Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Angst

Summary: “There’s a story whispered around here. One surrounding the beautifully carved statue of a man at the center of the town. Legend says that when the hand of his true love graces his palm, he shall wake from his cursed marbled slumber. It’s always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friend’s dare.” (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)

Warning(s): mild language

Word Count: 3.7k (oops)

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, …

taglist: @best-space-boy​ @maryelixabeth @mochimaw​ @yeontanismypresident​ @hannahantonette17​ @ign-is​ @fanfuckingfic​ @koala-wonderland​ @suchgayaesthetic​ @dulcaet​ @anoynmoustumbler​ @annoyingpessimist​

~ if you want to be added to the tag list for this fic, feel free to send me an ask! thank you💜

“It’s also a pleasure to finally see you again, Althaia,” Seokjin adds after a not at all awkward pause while Mira swiftly prepared an herbal tea meant to relax her noticeably uncomfortable guests. Looking over the rim of your cup as you took a long sip, your eyes darted from the man now sitting at the table across from you to the woman seated to your right.

He was watching her intently as she swirled her spoon around her cup, lightly agitating the liquid to blend the honey she always added. She once told you she’s not one for bitterness, and because she could never find the perfect blend sweet enough on its own, honey would have to suffice.

A long, dramatic sigh accompanied her look of disinterest.

“I’m quite surprised, though you don’t seem to be.” Again, your gaze flitted between the two, unsure of what to make of the situation. Mira didn’t seem bothered at all, almost as if this whole thing was something she expected, or at least, knew might be coming.

Why was she not correcting him? Insisting he must be mistaken; her name is Mira, not...not Althaia or whatever he said. And how could he insinuate he knows her in any way? He’s been a statue since before you were even born and Mira is only a few years older than you.

Mira had remained quiet, content as Seokjin waited for any kind of response. It would make more sense if she had outright denied his accusations, shut him down and insist a mistake had been made. Instead, she slowly moved her attention from her earlier ministrations, softly gazing upon you for a brief moment, then turning to him.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d remember me after all this time, let alone be able to recognize me, Mr. Kim.” Her voice was low and calm, calculated as she mulled over just how to address the situation to come. Something about the tone of her voice didn’t sit right with you. This was no longer the slightly agitating neighbor you’d grown fond of.

This person next to you was entirely different.

In the deepest part of her being, Mira knew it from the moment she met you that things were finally changing.

“What do you mean ‘remember?’” you piped up over the silent stare down the two had unconsciously engaged in. At an utter loss, your mind had taken the small bits of information provided to try and come to some sort of viable conclusion, but to no avail. Perhaps your mind was still processing your own dilemma, and you couldn’t afford to lend any brain power to this situation, or maybe it was just too far-fetched to even fathom.

Now, the two stared at you as if you were some poor, pathetic creature or a doll made of porcelain. Pitiful was one way to put it and it made your insides clench and churn, the situation all too reminiscent of a lamb about to be sacrificed to the slaughter. Eerie how suddenly you were the only one without a clue and it didn’t help that it now felt as if you were seated next to two strangers and not just one.

After the two continued in an annoyingly cryptic battle of stares, almost prodding the other to speak first, you decide the time for silence and secrets is officially over. Slapping two hands on the oak table as you shoot from your seat, the crack of skin on wood makes them fully focus on you. Not even bothering to look either one in the face, you let out a hefty sigh and close your eyes, mind suddenly battling an intensely growing migraine.

“Look, I don’t know whatever ‘this’,” hands waving between the two of them, “is, but I’m tired and done. With everything. Feel free to settle this on your own, I’m going home.”

Before you could even make it 5 steps from your seat, the slightly ajar front door slams shut...on its own. Like a lone wind had decided to fiercely bound though the opening, or more fittingly, a spirit decided to trap you inside.

“The hell was that?” You mumbled to yourself as you cautiously approached the door, afraid it may come suddenly to life, considering the day you’d had.

As your hand curled around the cool metal knob, you heard someone rise from their seat, “Wait, Y/N, just stay and let...let me explain.”

Swiveling your head around enough to see Mira standing firmly by her chair, a scared expression on her face, the atmosphere shifted. It set you off, igniting a sense of, you’re not sure, maybe fear, within you. Something wasn’t right. Nothing about this whole situation felt right.

“I can’t do this. I don’t know what’s going on, but it doesn’t feel right. I can’t be here...with you.” You weren’t sure what exactly was triggering this flight response within you. Not once in your time knowing her had Mira ever done anything for you to react this way towards her, but today, with her pushing you to touch the statue, to the odd sense of familiarity between Seokjin and her, to the strange aura suddenly radiating off her, it was all too much.

Your senses were overloading. Too much had transpired and you’d not been given enough time to properly digest anything. Going from a relatively boring life to one suddenly plagued by some kind of weird magic, sorcery, whatever it was, in the span of a few hours is too much.

The migraine you’d been fighting was on the cusp of becoming a full fledged breakdown.

Ignoring the protests of the two behind you, again your body moved towards the door, handle turning a fraction of an inch before everything stopped.

Seconds, maybe minutes you stared at the slab of wood. Not a muscle moved, like your entire body was paralyzed, only slow shallow breaths could escape the numb confines of your lips. As if you no longer controlled the only vessel with which you solely could. You were a marionette, controlled by invisible strings.

And then all at once, a warm tingly feeling seeped through your veins, bringing with it the sweet taste of freedom. Nerves alight, muscles contracting, you finally had your body back.

But with this came the intense fear of the whole situation. Every other thought within you was gone, mind shut down, body going into lockdown mode, syphoning your remaining energy into getting away.

Away from whatever this strange new danger was.

Slowly, cautiously, prey reacting to predator, you turned your body back to the table.

It hurt. Hurt to look at them. To look at her.

At first, a part of your mind jumped straight to blaming the newcomer, but deep in your soul, you knew.

She looked pained, as if she hadn’t just defiled you in some unbelievable and terrifying way. Like she had instead been the one to somehow become nothing but a husk reduced to a master’s bidding.

The questions of how and why were disregarded for a greater purpose, saving yourself from whatever was happening and preventing it from ever happening again.

How dare someone you trusted, cared for, looked up to, do whatever that hell that was to you, a friend, even for the fleeting moments she did.

The blood in your body was now cold, face pale and painted with such a deep look of betrayal you could feel the guilt radiate from her being.

“Y/N.. I-“

“Don’t.”

You didn’t even breathe when she flinched at the steel tone of your voice. This was all too much. This whole day was entirely too much. You needed to get away from this, from them, and you needed to do it now.

She knew what she’d done. Not only had she lied to you your entire friendship, but she’d hurt you in a way that shouldn’t be humanely possible. Panicked in her efforts to come clean to you, protect you, and protect herself, she’d acted too quickly, doing something she’d swore never to do again. It was one thing to keep secrets, but another to use them against someone.

Seokjin forgotten, you briskly made your exit, making sure they couldn’t see as the tears fell.

————

“If I see one more walk by, I’m going out there and beating the shit out of them,” you mutter to yourself halfheartedly underneath the comfort of the blanket fort you’d built in the living room.

After spending a few days trying to piece yourself back together, you’d decided the best course of action was: avoidance. Within the tiny walls of your home, you could stay cooped up in a safe space and forget everything that happened. Statue man could stay with her and you could go on with your life, without the both of them.

It seemed do-able at first, spending an unhealthy amount of time in bed, watching movies, the occasional brief call with your mother, but it of course couldn’t stay that way.

You’d been naive enough to think that the town would go back to normal, find something new to obsess over and forget all about you and the stupid statue.

Oh, how wrong you’d been.

Suddenly your house was like an attraction for everyone. As soon as the sun rose, you’d catch a few faces passing by your windows, just outside the front gate. There they’d sit for a few minutes, gawk and gossip, and eventually leave, and be replaced by a new set of oglers ready for a show.

You weren’t afraid of the attention, just miffed that your plan to lay low and be alone failed from the beginning.

Despite the annoyance from the nosy town folk, you were grateful that it had only been them, and not two other faces outside.

Watching the last of the group of young girls get bored and disperse from your window, you turn your attention back to the movie on your screen. As the characters moved and music played in the background, you forced yourself to try and focus on that. Instead, thoughts of Kim Seokjin and your friend weasel their way in over the noise.

What were they doing? Were they thinking of a way to fix things with you? Had they forgotten about you and moved on? How did she even do that in the first place? And what is the whole backstory between them?

The questions tore you up inside, fighting with the stubborn part of you that wanted to forget them completely. The other downside to isolating yourself was the immense amount of free time to think about everything that’s happened. It was a nightmare going over everything, every single bit that made no sense, bits and pieces not adding up in any way you could understand.

Just a few days ago you were a normal girl living life in a boring town fighting with your friend over the legitimacy of a town legend.

She was your only friend, the only person who listened, who understood. Could you forgive her for what she did? It was quite obvious she’d been keeping things from you, but for how long, and why? And Seokjin, your soulmate, how are you supposed to love someone you don’t know, who’s probably lived a whole life before yours even began?

If he is your soulmate, why didn’t he stop her? Did he feel the pain you did when you were robbed of your own self? How could he see you in such distress and not do anything? Why hadn’t it scared him as much as it had you? What parts of Mira’s hidden past was he privy to that you were not?

Perhaps you were putting too much onto the whole soulmates thing. After all, how could you expect a stranger to assert himself into such a personal thing, even considering the circumstances. When it all comes down to it, soulmate or not, Kim Seokjin is an outsider, an alien to you.

He is no more a part of your life than the nosy towns people, the visiting tourists, or the migrating birds. You don’t owe him anything, and he you.

The only thing you could wish for him right now, is to go about his own life and not force himself into yours.

Pillow clutched unknowingly tight to your chest, grounding yourself, you couldn’t help the dull ache in your heart. That was the only thing you would allow yourself to chalk up to the soulmate thing. Maybe one day, like them, you’d be able to ignore it too.

Movie long abandoned, you trudged your way back and forth, pacing across the wooden floorboards like a caged animal. You were desperate to get out, see the stars, breathe in the fresh air, but your body was still afraid of what leaving these four walls might incur. Whether you were ready to face them or not, you couldn’t sit there and drive yourself insane any longer.

The sun had set hours ago, the light from the moon casting a hazy white glow over the landscape, and you were desperate for even just a second to bask in it.

Grabbing a light jacket to fend off the chilly night air, you brace yourself, hand wrapped tightly around the door knob, and take a deep breathe.

Now that you were truly thinking about it, it must look overly pathetic from an outsider’s perspective. You’d been holed up in your home for four days now, only peeking suspiciously through your windows to glare at the onlookers and then returning to a pitiful mope-fest with only one attendee; you.

You owed it to yourself to snap out of it, move on, and go back to life as normally as possible. The only thing you could control was yourself. It doesn’t matter what others do or don’t do, you need to do what you can, for you.

And right now, that’s enjoying some fresh night air and being brave.

Taking that first step out onto the front porch is what you imagine the first astronaut on the moon must’ve felt. The most mundane of things became a huge feat, and you weren’t about to ruin it for yourself, no matter how silly it seemed.

Looking out across the street, the sidewalk empty and streetlights dim, it was like you were finally yourself again. The stars above and the moon shining bright made the first smile in days appear.

All of the worries, the questions, the bitterness lifted away by a light breeze, the clouds in your head dispersed and you had the sudden urge to forgive. All your life you’d been quick to judge and draw conclusions, but something within you told you there was more to this than meets the eye. You needed the truth.

Like fate had been keeping a close eye, your attention was drawn to the figure making its way along the outside of your fence line. The long dark hair caused a breathe to catch in your throat, and you were suddenly questioning if you were really were ready to face things.

She stopped just before the gate, head looking up and catching your eyes with her own.

Hesitating, she clears her throat, “I...I didn’t think you’d be up.”

Watching as her hands lifted up, you spot the neat paper bag tucked within her palms.

Still afraid to say anything, not trusting yourself to stay calm and collected, she continues.

“He’s been asking a lot about you. I wanted to do something...to apologize.”

She pauses, waiting to see if you’d run away or tell her to leave, but when you nod in the direction of the bag, she finishes, “I showed him how to make your favorite cookies. But I thought it be best if just I came to drop them off. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

Arms protectively crossed over your chest, you take another deep breath and slowly descend the porch on step at a time. Instead of meeting her at the gate, you plant firmly in the grass.

“Why?”

It sounded choked coming out and you hated that. Not only did you not want to seem weak in front of her, you didn’t want her to think you hated her. The only thing you want is the truth. She owes you that much.

Mira fidgets a moment and returns her attention to you, not quite in the eyes, but it’s close enough.

“I didn’t mean to-I just-“ Tripping over her words, not exactly sure how to begin or where to go, you stop her quickly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Finally meeting your eyes, she sees the strength you’ve managed to muster up, sees that twinge of forgiveness at the helm and realizes it’s now or never.

“I’ve wanted to explain everything, I just wasn’t sure how to go about it.”

“So instead you instigate me to break some curse you already somehow knew I’d be able to, pretend to be someone your not this entire time, and somehow posses me and take away my free will?”

The look of shame that melted onto her face struck a chord of guilt deep in your soul, but this was something you had to do. For too long you let others have free reign, it was time to take control.

“I wasn’t sure if you could handle it, or even believe me in the first place...”

“And how am I supposed to ever believe you now? I don’t even know who you really are, what you are...”

Tension building quickly in the cool air, things were becoming muddled. You weren’t even sure what you were pushing for, a confession? A secret so dark and unbelievable it was grounds enough to hide from you for as long as you were friends.

“I’m a witch.” There’s a long pause. You both stand there, staring at each other, unsure of who’s to make the next move. Mira’s afraid she’s just divulged her dangerous secret to someone who can’t handle it, and you’re afraid you’ve officially lost your mind.

“I know I sound like an old record player by now, but maybe we should take this somewhere more,” she pauses to look around the darkness cautiously, sending a shiver down your spine, “private?”

————

Turns out cookies at 2 in the morning are a good way to smooth over the confessions of the magical past of your only friend. Not going to lie, you’d taken plenty of breaks to try and absorb and process the incredible amount of information Mira, or formerly known as Althaia in the late 1800s, if you can believe it, had to unload on you. In her defense, you’d pushed her quite hard to open up and be 100% honest with you.

“So, you just...change your appearance and house every few centuries and pretend to be someone else?” Rubbing your head to ease the growing headache as you mindlessly shoved another cookie in your mouth, you felt like a little kid asking an adult really strange questions that shouldn’t have a serious answer.

Mira nods, wrapping her hands around the mug of coffee you made her and taking a sip.

“And you knew Seokjin when he was alive, well, in his own time, before he turned into a statue?”

She cringes a bit and it catches your attention, “About that...”

-

“You mean, you’re the one that cursed him?!?” It was probably the hundredth time you’d asked her that in the past half hour, but you couldn’t help it, you suddenly felt like you were going crazy, trapped in some bad supernatural rom-com or something. 

Sighing loudly enough to voice her growing impatience with you, she nodded, “Yes, for the millionth time. I put the curse on Kim Seokjin.”

“Well, why?” Resting your chin in your palms, eyes wide like a child, you prayed further. You just couldn’t understand why on Earth she’d curse him in the first place. Even if she is a witch, what could have warranted him to invoke a curse? And why this particular curse?

“Well, it’s not really my story to tell...”

Holding true to your childish theme growing in this conversation, you pouted, bottom lip sticking out and leaning forward on the table, “But you cursed him, how is not yours to tell?”

Mira only shakes her head, a small smile playing on her lips at your antics. You’d only shown your stubborn side like this to her on few occasions, and it made her laugh at how you could be so apathetic one minute and youthfully enthusiastic the next.

“True, but there’s much more to it than it seems. Besides, I think it’s time you both get together, talk, and figure things out.”

Your silent for a moment, fighting another pout and mulling over her words. Then suddenly, it hits you.

“Well, if you’re the one who cursed him, you can break our soulmate bond too, right?”

Her grin morphs into a neutral line, lips curled in. Like she’s trying to think of the best way to let you down.

“The thing is, I only enacted the curse. The means to break it were decided by fate, not me.” The look of disappointment that washed over you couldn’t help but bring a prick of guilt from the witch.

She’d invoked the curse reluctantly to help another, and now she was hurting someone again. If she could go back, maybe she’d have done differently.

Silence again stretched out between the both of you. It was one thing when it was some folk lore from town, but now knowing the truth, and knowing it is all very real and unavoidable; unfix-able, it’s a harder pill to swallow.

“Do you,” you squeak softly, eyes trained on the floor, “do you think we can actually do this? That I can do this?”

Mira’s hand reaches across the table to softly grasp your own. Despite your protests, a small tear slips from the corner of your eye, and you rush to brush it away.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” Even though she understands, she wants to hear you say it, for yourself to hear it.

“Of being tied to a stranger forever. Forced to be with someone I may not ever fall in love with...”

“To possibly fall for someone who’s forced to be bound to me forever, who may never truly love me back.”

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A.N., 

 Not going to lie, writing this portion was like pulling teeth. I’m not 100% happy with how it turned out, but in order to progress the way I want, I needed some things cleared up first. Now that we know Mira’s little secret, how will Y/N and her’s dynamic change? How will Seokjin fit into Y/N’s life and this new world? I promise, Y/N x Jinnie shenanigans are coming in the next part! 

 -Moonie🌙

kpoppies act like losing interest in a group is a huge betrayal when it's literally just how humans work, interests change and fade all the time