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Half-Bloods

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Cabin 15

Min Yoongi ~ Son of Hypnos

Inhabits Cabin 15 with his two brothers

This boy LIVES for sleep

Class? Napping. Training? Napping. Capture the flag? Find him asleep in some tree or something.

Will lay down in the middle of a field and take a nap, try him.

Incredibly intuitive, like, so in-tune it’s scary sometimes

Loves helping other campers with any sleep related issues (bye insomnia)

Want to sit around for a few hours and interpret your dreams? Find Yoongi

Huge softie, sings his closest friends lullabies when they can’t sleep

Will sacrifice his own sleep for a friend in need

Pretty introverted; will put instructors to sleep to get out of class

Him and his siblings don’t hang out much

But he does make mixtapes for them and leaves them on their beds

Best. Sleep. Playlists. EVER.

Super chill and calm; doesn’t get super into training or missions

BUT can definitely kick ass when he’s counted on

Will defend his friends with everything he’s got

Release Date: TBD

-Moodboards mine, pics not

Half-Bloods

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Cabin 6

Kim Namjoon ~ Son of Athena

Clumsiest Athena kid to ever grace this Earth, let me tell you

Like, drops his arrow during target practice, bends over, and dumps his entire quiver on the ground-clumsy

Natural born leader; wise as hell

Intimidating at first, then you realize he’s an actual marshmallow

Fiercely loyal friend and ally

Intelligent; can answer a question correctly before the instructor finishes it

Can go on and on about any topic under the sun

Find him sitting in the bay window of his cabin, nestled by books, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose

Mission/Capture-the-flag time? Everyone wants to be on his team

What he lacks in grace he makes up for in strategy

Has a plan, back-up plan, and back-up back-up plan

Cool and calculated; knows how to use his weaknesses to his advantage

Total stickler for the rules; respectful and respected

Will NOT hesitate to scold his friends for misbehavior or misconduct

Therefore, fun to prank

Total dad of his friend group

May not be as loud and bold as his 8 siblings, but definitely a force to be reckoned with

Release Date: TBD

-Moodboards mine, pics not

Half-Bloods

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Cabin 19

Jung Hoseok ~ Son of Tyche

Life of the freaking party

This guy really knows how to have fun

Catch him hosting weekly casino night in his cabin

Constant ray of sunshine and seemingly luckiest guy in the world

Seriously, he doesn’t even have to try, luck just radiates off him

Top notch bet-maker

Places bets on Jungkook’s fights and always walks away with the pot

Why do other campers even try anymore?

Loves to bet against his siblings (his only real competition)

Not just a show boat; knows his way around hand to hand combat

Ace with a javelin

Places bets on missions and capture the flag

Constantly scolded by Chiron for taking the other campers money

“They’re just handing it to me now, it’s not my fault!”

Comes off as self-centered, but a real down-to-Earth guy if you really look

Do not mess with him or his friends

After all, he has luck on his side

Release Date: TBD

-Moodboards mine, pics not

Half-Bloods

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Cabin 7

Park Jimin ~ Son of Apollo

Incredibly timid at first glance

Nobody believed he was an Apollo kid at first

Not as immediately extroverted as his siblings, thus the confusion

Get to know him though, and he really is a chip off the old block

Flamboyant and charming as hell

Everyone loves him (key word: EVERYONE)

Actually mistaken for an Aphrodite kid more than once

Some campers still don’t believe him

One word to describe him: Grace

Nimble, swift, elegant- on and off the field

It’s like his bow is an extension of himself

Watching him train is like watching art come to life

Forces his friends to come to weekly karaoke night at the pavilion

Natural born performer; voice of an angel

Sweetest little thing ever; the greatest friend

THRIVES on compliments

Always there to lend a helping hand

Soft bean but back him into a corner or threaten those he loves?

Instant kill mode: Activated

Most swoon-worthy; camp-wide crush

Release Date: TBD

-Moodboards mine, pics not

Half-Bloods

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Cabin 17

Jeon Jungkook ~ Son of Nike

Competitive af

Lives for a good challenge

Constantly trying to prove himself to everyone

Tries on more than one occasion to challenge the entire camp

Chiron quickly shuts that down

Known to get in quite a few tiffs with the Ares and Athena kids

They love to push his buttons and set him off

Will not be seen as anything other than #1

Champion of capture the flag

Strong enforcer of fair play; cheating of any kind is NOT tolerated

Can be intense sometimes; he’s just so passionate in everything he does

Everyone is both intrigued and intimidated by him

Good heart

You either love him or hate him, no in between

Bold and charismatic, but not cocky

Do not get on his bad side or risk a old west-reminiscent style showdown

Loves pulling pranks with his best friend Tae

Always pushing himself to do and be better

Release Date: TBD

-Moodboards mine, pics not

Half-Bloods

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Cabin 20

Y/N ~ Daughter of Hecate

It’s common that Hecate kids posses magical abilities

The only kids who can actually use magic

Massive introvert; the few Hecate kids all are (4 known)

Hard-working and studious; always trying to make her mother proud

Knowledge and practice are key to Hecate kids

Spends 99% of her time in the cabin learning spells and rituals

Outcasted by a lot of the campers; Hecate kids are almost as feared as Hades kids

No one knows exactly the extent of Hecate kids’ power, thus the weariness

Giving and kind; will sacrifice herself for her friends and siblings

Stays year round at camp; Chiron’s favorite if he admitted he picked favorites

Known to have heated debates with her cat familiar (hence why campers think she’s weird)

Shy but will stand up for others when things aren’t right

Competitive among her siblings in their constant battle to prove themselves

Loyal and compassionate

A Hecate friend is a friend for life

Silent cheerleader for her friends

But throw her in the ring and she’ll show you what a Hecate kid is capable of

Maybe a bit of fear is a good thing...

Release Date: TBD

-Moodboards mine, pics not

P.J.&The Olympians X BTS AU!

Genre: Mythology, Fluff, Angst

Warning(s): mentions of death, violence, adult language

Pairing(s): ???XReader

Status: ON HOLD

PROLOGUE

Camp Half-Blood, famous training grounds of Greek demigods far and wide. Once home to the Son of Poseidon, you may have heard of him, he’s still a pretty big deal around here. It’s said to be the safest place for demigod children of the Ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses, and it’s a pretty interesting place to be. I mean, it’s not like I have any other choice, I’ve been here since my dad died, and that was 6 years ago.

Like many others before me, however, I’ve made it my home. A weird kind of home where Chiron is constantly yelling at the ‘rebellious youths’ and Mr. D couldn’t really give a care, oh, and we sword fight for fun, but a home nonetheless. Being the only one in Cabin 20 over the year can be kind of lonely; my siblings all go home at the end of summer, but the lonely lifestyle is one I, as a daughter of Hecate, have come quite accustomed to. I guess I have Aster, my familiar to talk to, but I don’t think a sarcastic black cat is the best company for a 22 year old. And you may be thinking, “Why don’t you leave camp and start your own life?,” and to that I say...this is all I’ve ever really known.

Before my dad passed, I’d come to camp every summer. I met my siblings my second one. Hecate kids are hard to come by apparently, but I’m glad they showed up. See, a lot of the cabins have a sort of prejudice against other cabins. The Hades cabin, for example, though uninhabited, is constantly scorned under bated breath. My cabin falls under the same sort of scrutiny. It all comes down to fear in the end. My siblings and I posses magical abilities like our mother and that power is what intimidates and scares other campers. So, instead of trying to get to know us, they shut us out. Can’t say I’m not surprised, though. In high school, the ‘weirdos’ were always outcast, why should a camp full of demigods be any different?

The stares and whispers, unnerving at first, are now just a tolerable nuisance. I live my life here the best way I can, and if that means having my cat as my only friend, then so be it. Besides, I’ve got my plate full with training anyways. Between combat, lessons, and individual magic studies, I don’t have the time for friends as it seems. After all, I’ve got to make Mom and Dad proud.

Well, I’d write more, but there really isn’t all that much left to say. Besides, Chiron asked me to help him hang the ‘Welcome’ banners for the start of the summer, and if I keep him waiting any longer, he might demote me from favorite. I know this isn’t going to be seen by anyone and now that I’ve cleared that up I feel kind of dumb writing this all in the first place. Oh well.

...

P.S. I don’t know if it’s ‘witch’s’ intuition or just me being a little paranoid, but I feel like something big is going to happen this summer. I’m not quite sure what, I’m still working on my premonition skills, but it feels almost life changing, if that makes any sense. I think, well, I hope, it’s something wonderful, but who really knows. Guess I’ll have to wait and see...

To Be Continued...

This is a new fanfic idea I’ve been mulling over in my head for a while now. I don’t know how many chapters it will be yet, or what the posting schedule will look like, because as of right now I’m just kind of winging it and taking my time. If I figure out some type of schedule I’ll post it and link it in this prologue and my Master List. If anyone wants, I can try a tag list, just let me know. I hope you all enjoy this and don’t get too annoyed with my lack of organization. I promise I will keep up with this story to the best of my abilities. Please reblog and show this some love if you can, it means a lot to me. Thank you guys!

-Moonie🌙

ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη - Pt. IV

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: 4.5k 

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, …

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“I understand, sweetheart, we’ll talk again when you can.”

The guilty sigh you’d breathed out was louder than you’d anticipated, sending your body into a jerk response to cover the receiver. You didn’t want her to hear it, to hear you sound so exasperated. She didn’t need any more to worry about, not that there was any chance she’d remember any of this, let alone something as insignificant as a sigh.

“Alright, I’ll call again soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Finger pushing the end call button, you visibly relax despite the growing uneasiness inside. As much as it warmed you to speak with your mother, the more time passes on, the harder and harder it gets. Especially when you have to backtrack on progress you’ve made by pushing calls off until you figure out the other situation at hand.

Despite Mira’s assurance, you couldn’t keep pushing your Seokjin issue on her (even though she seems to be just as involved as you).

Coming to terms that you’d been wrong about the legitimacy of the statue story was one thing.

Having to now deal with the consequences, being a strange man now forever a part of your life and finding out that not only do things like magic and curses exist, but that your best friend is a witch and she’s the one who pushed you to ‘awaken’ the stupid statue that is now apparently your soulmate and is behind this whole ‘curse’ thing, and not only did she lie to you the whole time, but there’s some looming backstory you haven’t had the courage to ask about and there’s no way out, no waking up from this dream, and—breathe— maybe you have lost your mind?

Spending the last two or three days—time seems to blur together at this point— trying to figure everything out, so far has just left you with more questions than answers. The only thing you could focus on that wouldn’t drive you bat-shit crazy, was preparation.

Whether you liked it or not, accepted it or not, Seokjin was tied to you, and that meant you had to buck up and act like an adult. Tidying up the guest room was chore number one, which you’d spent too many hours going over and over again.

Should I use the blue sheets or the gray ones? How many pillows will he need? What about an extra blanket, he might get cold? What if he doesn’t like the wallpaper?

Agonizing over the little details, while painful, helped hone your mind in on something mundane. It was much better picking between sheet colors than trying to understand the intricate details of the reanimation of a Medusa-victim-esque curse.

Once the room was all set up, you’d realized just how disorderly the rest of the house was. Your many days in self-isolation made for a dingy atmosphere, and, not that you were trying to impress him or anything, you desperately needed to tidy up.

Another whole day was spent on doing just that, and now, on the third day, with nothing left to procrastinate on, you’d started the day with your weekly phone call to your mother.

Now that that was over, there was only one thing left to do.

Go get your soulmate.

You shrugged on a light jacket, the fabric tickling your arms as you smoothed it on. Looking in the mirror, you tucked a stray hair back behind your ear, making sure everything was in order. The deeper you looked at your reflection, the more details you could make out.

The dark circles making a home beneath your eyes, reminding you of the sleepless nights tossing and turning and thinking. The marks and lines blooming from the constant frown that had only now begun to fade; from the tugging and rubbing, running your hands over your face to wipe away the tears, the frustration, the anxiety.

In all, you weren’t in the most pristine condition but it was a huge improvement from days prior.

It would have to do.

The walk down the block to Mira’s was rather short, only a mile r so down the road, so you’d opted for leaving the door unlocked and started down the concrete path.

It was a nice enough morning; sun shining, birds chirping, flowers and trees swaying gently with the breeze. It was dreamy, the kind of atmosphere that begged you to put on a light cotton dress, pack a nice picnic basket, and lay out in the grass watching the clouds pass.

Days like these reminded you of your childhood.

The times spent rolling down grassy hills with your father while your mother laughed, catching crayfish in the stream and ending the day stargazing in the backyard.

It was a simpler time; back then. When love was enough and her dementia hadn’t shown yet; Dad was still here and everything was right.

So much time had passed since then, bringing with it so many changes.

You guess that’s the funny thing about life. One minute, it’s the simple things, peaceful and sweet, and the next, you’re alone in that same house reminding your own mother who you are over the phone every week and taking in a complete stranger.

Change happens, whether you expect it or not, and whether you want it to or not.

———

“Good morning! Jin decided he’d break out an old pancake recipe he had once ‘perfected,’ his words-not mine, for breakfast this morning, so I hope you’re hungry.” Mira’s spritely attitude helped ease the tension forming in your muscles. Dropping your jacket and shoes at the door, you followed her soft steps and the smell of bread toasting as it wafted through the hall.

A quick glance around showed an entirely new atmosphere in Mira’s home you’d never encountered before. While it was always cool and calm, it was now warm, bright, even more homey.

The sounds of batter frying in a pan, the soft buzz of the ceiling fan, and a gentle hum of a tune you’d never heard before had your mind drifting into a blissful peace you seldom visited these days.

Rounding the corner, the first thing to catch your eye wasn’t the soft sun rays peeking through the curtains of overgrown vines in the windowsill, but the back of a man putting his heart and soul into something as simple as breakfast.

Every twitch of muscle, sway of an arm, bob of his head, it was like he was casting his own spell, one that bewitched you without ever having to look in his eyes. The moment, though elongated as it seemed, was cut quite abruptly when Mira ripped her chair from the table and plopped down excitedly, causing the man to start and swing around.

His eyes found the source of the noise, earning a half-hearted irritated sigh and quirk of the left eyebrow, but then his eyes found the new presence in the room.

The way his gaze slowly lifted, taking in every inch of your being, had you fidgeting in place. You knew he meant nothing of it, at least not in the way you might have interpreted it, but that didn’t stop the slight heat rising in your cheeks when he finally looked at you in the eyes and smiled softly.

It was strange. All the pep talks in the world, the lecture you gave yourself on the way over on the propriety to follow with Seokjin, since he is still technically a stranger, none of it prepared you for the warm fuzzy feeling that blossomed within every cell of your being when he smiled like that.

No one had ever elicited that feeling within you, not once in your whole life, and suddenly, it was like the feeling of coming home after a long day of work. Like you were meant to be here, to see him smile at you and return the gesture. Like this is how every morning should be.

The nervous butterflies that had once made a cozy home in your stomach were silent, no longer stirred by the anxiety of the situation. If this is how you feel with something as simple as a smile, maybe living together and getting to know one another won’t be so bad after all.

“Good morning Seokjin.” It wasn’t like you to take initiative like this, but normalcy have been thrown out the window at this point. You just couldn’t help yourself because for the first time, you felt happy; simply happy.

His eyes shone just a bit brighter at your greeting, smile widening as he positioned himself to face you completely. Hair slightly mused and adorning an apron with a bit of flour strewn about, he bowed, ever so dramatically. The sight had your cheeks flaming again, not one to be used to such attention, but the feeling was made worse when Mira snorted in the background.

“You guys are something else, I have to say,” taking a breather in between her laughing and her words, Mira looked from you to Jin then back to you. Despite her taunting, you caught the lightest hint of a smile.

Breakfast that morning was indeed one of the best meals you’d experienced in a long time.

Living alone for so long had made for quick and lazy meals, sometimes even resorting to simply snacking all day. Your palette had been almost destroyed from the lack of flavor in your diet, and this breakfast, as simple as it looked, was a kick in the right direction.

True to his word, Seokjin’s pancakes were nothing short of perfection. Paired with fruit, toast, and lively conversation, you caught yourself feeling as if you were a part of a family again.

From the way Mira and Jin nagged each other, to the soft smiles and nudges as Jin waited patiently for you to try his food, it was all a sight you’d long forgotten was even possible for you to experience again. A feeling that you’d grown accustomed to living without, but now that you’d had a taste again, you weren’t going to let it go so easily this time.

“I’m just going to grab my bag,” Jin offered, jogging down the hallway to what you guessed was the guest room Mira had offered him while you sorted yourself out. Time had ticked down so quickly and suddenly you were faced with that anxious feeling fluttering around inside you as you waited for Jin to go home.

You’d been able to spend the day learning little things about him; simple things like how he likes to go to bed pretty early and wake up at the crack of dawn to cook breakfast so he could watch the sun rise.

Conversation had flowed easily between the two of you, only needing Mira to guide the flow a few times, but otherwise it was actually quite nice.

Obviously you still have a lot to learn about your new housemate, but this feels like a pretty good starting point considering the circumstances with which you’d been thrown together.

You hadn’t even noticed you were tapping your foot, wiping your increasingly clammy hands on your jeans, until Mira reached out and nudged your shoulder. Bringing your gaze up from its place on the weird crack in the hallway floorboards, you met Mira’s soft gaze. As calming as it could be, it also made you feel a bit pitiful.

“I’m nervous...” you started, eyes flickering between Mira and the hall, “but excited too.” A smile that was shared between the two of you, a quick nod of understanding, then padding of feet.

Seokjin made his way back to the huddle you’d formed at the front door and shared a grin, hand wrapped around the straps of a small knapsack full of the few things he had.

Mira had said that she had given him just a few things to make sure he’d fall back into routine and not feel totally helpless. It also seemed that she had kept a few things from their previous encounter in the past, giving them back to him now.

You weren’t going to lie, the curiosity of the story between them intrigued you to no end, but it just didn’t feel like the right time to ask him about it. Mira still refuses to hash out any details, and you weren’t about to bombard Seokjin with endless questions about his past, especially when the vibe Mira had given off about the whole situation seemed a bit tense.

All in all, it’s a subject you’d put a pin in and promised to revisit later when you felt it was your place.

“Ready to go?” It just seemed like a formality at this point, seeing as he already had his stuff together and apparently had been patiently waiting for you to come and tell him he was welcome to come home for a while now.

To come home. Home. That big old house that you’d grown up in had become just a house after Dad died and Mom went away. Now someone you’re only really acquainted with is coming in and disturbing your dynamic, but you can’t say that that is a bad thing. After all, you’d hadn’t thought of that place as a real home in a long time. Things really can change quickly.

To be quite honest with yourself, you’d easily fallen into a somewhat solemn routine. Doing your own thing, working from home, avoiding public gatherings, and keeping to yourself. At that point, being a recluse was quite natural to you, and you’d found a complacent comfort in that. Now faced with the prospect of starting fresh, joining society again, and becoming an active player in your life, the feeling was rapidly morphing from anxiousness to excitement.

Finding a friend in Mira was always something you chalked up to pure coincidence. You’d even actively tried to push her away many years ago, when wounds were still fresh and the dark tendrils of loneliness had you trapped deep within your own mind. It was a time when you thought you needed to be alone; deserved it.

But this, this crazy, unbelievable, impossible situation with Seokjin, this was fate. Destiny. Whatever you want to call it. A divine intervention to pull you out of the spiral you’d worked yourself into.

It’s taken you a long time to find your passion for life again, and you were still working on it with every coming day, but having others around to give you something to look forward to helps.

Being around someone like Seokjin, even with the minute knowledge you had of him, reminded you that maybe you do deserve to be happy, to rediscover the joys of life again. Struck with an overbearing urge to reclaim the time that’d been wasted away, you were no longer afraid of whatever the future may hold for you.

Maybe you were overthinking things, perhaps you’d been star struck by the pancakes, but a feeling deep in your gut told you that this was the turn around you needed.

A quick nod of his head and a grateful word to Mira, and you were now on your way home.

The sun just beginning it’s evening descent, sky painted an array of wonderful colors that had your mind thinking of how beautiful it’d be to sit in your garden and paint it to your heart’s content. Warm rays still basking the world in a golden glow, giving everything a soft and dreamy haze that made your whole body tingle.

It was a sight that made the event even more special in your mind. Funny, how for so long you’d fought the idea of bringing this man into your life, and now you couldn’t have asked for a better evening to do so.

Peeking a quick glance over at your companion, wanting to just check on how he was doing now that he was actually faced with staying with you for real, you weren’t prepared for the heavenly sight you found.

If you thought the trees and flowers looked beautiful bathed in sun rays, the only way you could describe Seokjin in this light would be ethereal. The way the golden tones brought out the unearthly shine to his face, the way his eyes sparkled like freshly cut gems, and how his hair softly swayed with the breeze, it was a breathtaking view. The most incredible thing you think you’d ever bear witness to.

When his eyes suddenly locked with yours, you’d become painfully aware of the fact that you’d been staring, a blush quickly rising to your cheeks. In an effort to play it off, you quickly cleared your throat and jogged forward to press your hand against the gate latch.

Thank goodness you’d been saved from an awkward conversation by the arrival to your newly shared abode, and double thank goodness Jin let it slide and didn’t decide to pester you about it.

That was another thing you learned quickly over the last couple of hours; Jin was definitely one to tease but never in a malicious way of course.

Guiding him in through the front door, you flicked the light switch next to the stairs as Seokjin slipped his shoes off. Looking around the space quickly, a new flicker of nerves set in.

‘What if he doesn’t like the house? What if he hates his room?’ Suddenly your mind was again racing a million miles a minute and you were scared he’d want to leave.

A brush against your shoulder caught your attention, eyes moving to see the large hand settle softly against your skin.

Seokjin smiled, making sure you really took the gesture in and understood what he was trying to do. Again, you were finding yourself wondering the full potential of a soulmate bond, as he easily calmed you with the simplest of gestures.

“Um, so...your room is upstairs, first door on the left,” the words were struggling to come out coherent, but you pushed along, “mine is the door across the hall. You can go put your stuff away and we can hang out, maybe start some dinner or something...” You were grasping at straws, trying to find something simple to ease the both of you into your first night living together.

It was awkward, at least in your mind. Reminded you just how long it’d been since you’d had any real meaningful human interaction like this, and you wished you’d tried harder to socialize beforehand.

He chuckles, probably sensing your struggle, wanting to ease your mind, “I’ll go put my stuff away and then we can make dinner together, how does that sound?” Again, it both intrigued and slightly annoyed you how smooth he was at directing your mess of an attempt at conversation.

He seemed too good to be true and that made you question just how someone like him could end up cursed in the first place. How could someone as seemingly perfect as him be your soulmate either? Every aspect of him seems so different from you in every way possible.

“Okay.” You hated how small your voice sounded, hated the way your thoughts ruined what started out as a nice day. You knew how ridiculous your were being, overthinking the simplest things and making mountains out of nothing.

Sending him a smile to reassure him you were fine, he ascended the stairs with a spring in his step. It was like watching a new puppy explore his surroundings or a child excited for Christmas Day. That smile quickly turned into a soft grin as he disappeared from your sight to find his room.

You made your way to the kitchen, finding yourself dusting a few things off and straightening a book up here and a magazine there. Padding across the wooden floorboards you decided to somewhat rethink your personal narrative for now.

Instead of soulmates, for the time being, you were just simple roommates. No pressure, no obligations, just two people living together and getting to know each other. Events leading up to this no longer mattered, the only thing that does is getting to know him and learning to live with another person again.

Easy, right? People get roommates all the time, so this didn’t need to feel any different.

Pulling out a few utensils and pans from the cupboards, you weren’t exactly sure what Jin would want to cook together, so you decided to wait for him until you got everything out.

Just as you were watering the tiny herb garden you’d started in the kitchen windowsill, which you’d neglected to do earlier and now the basil was looking a bit droopy, you heard the patter of footsteps down the staircase and enter the room.

“Is that room really for me?” Seokjin asks, voice a mix of breathlessness and disbelief. Turning your head to look at him and answer, you saw the hopeful look on his face. It was endearing, so much so you forgot what you were doing and spilled a bit of water on the counter.

Left hand snatching a tea towel from the drawer, you wiped the mess up and smiled at him.

“Of course. Why, do you not like it?” Considering the trouble you’d made for yourself agonizing over his room, you couldn’t help but ask him if not just to reassure yourself that you’d overreacted.

“I love it! It’s just...I’ve never had a room that big before,” When he averted his eyes, you caught the slight tint of pink dusting his features and it gave you a surge of confidence.

Finally you’d done something right.

“I’m glad,” you smile, “maybe sometime this week we can go into town and get a few things to make it your own.”

Jumping slightly, only to recompose himself as he crossed the floor to lean on the counter across from you, “Really? I mean, we don’t have to. I don’t want to be a bother or anything...”

The roles had reversed in such a short time, now Seokjin was the one tripping over his words. Thinking back, maybe the two of you aren’t as different as you thought.

The universe works in mysterious ways, Mira had once told you, so maybe you and Seokjin being brought together, albeit crazily, isn’t that hard to believe. Again, you had much more to learn about each other, but it’s nice to find a commonality between the two of you.

Right hand outstretched to softly wave him down from his ramble, you ease him out with another soft smile.

That was another thing you’d have to get used to with Jin around. Genuinely smiling.

“It’s no bother at all, this is your home now too.”

You hadn’t noticed his hand slide across the counter until the warmth radiated from his palm as he laid his hand over yours.

A simple gesture; an easier way to say thank you when words failed to express the gratitude correctly. It was nice, made you feel like you mattered in a way you’d never felt before.

Seokjin would bring about many firsts with you as you both learned to coexist together.

That night was spent experiencing the silly and sassy side of Seokjin. He suggested a simple chicken and vegetable dish the two of you could tackle together.

From the sarcastically annoyed looks he gave you when chopping the vegetables and herbs, “I said mince not mush,”- to the horrible yet charming jokes he cracked as he sautéed, showing you the proper way to hold the spatula and the pan, it was a blissful evening that went by all too quickly.

Seokjin finished drying the last dish you’d handed him, after arguing with you for a whole 5 minutes over who should do the dishes, and turned to you with a lighthearted sigh.

Hip set against the counter, you found yourself staring out the large bay window behind the sink out into the backyard.

The view of the mountains, stars shining bright in the sky, it was a sight you often took for granted. Finding yourself changing in all sorts of ways, this was another, remembering to find the beauty in the simplest things.

After a second or so, the burning of his gaze on you had you turning your head to face him. A simple smile that seemed to stretch on for miles and bring a youthful glow to his cheeks had you wondering if this was what life with Seokjin would be like.

Making dinner, soft smiles, lively conversation. It reminded you of your parents, back when they would dance around the kitchen to an old song you’d never heard of and stare at each other over a glass of wine like they’d never seen anything more amazing.

Maybe someday you could have a life with Seokjin just like they did. Someday love him like your mother loved your father.

“Thank you.” It was quiet, so quiet you thought for a brief second he might not have heard you.

A soft laugh passed his lips before he followed your gaze out to the scenery, “For what? I should be the one saying thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me.” You couldn’t help the slight blush rising to your cheeks, hoping it was dark enough in the dimly lit kitchen that Seokjin wouldn’t notice.

“Yes I do. You didn’t have to let me stay with you or accept me at all. You could’ve just said I was crazy and told me to piss off.”

The short giggle that came out was quickly hidden behind your hand, but Seokjin had already heard it and was determined to hear it again.

“Why are you thanking me?” He asks and you turn to look at him. A good thank you should always include eye contact, your father had once told you, no matter how incredible hard or awkward it would feel for you.

“I don’t know... for making this whole thing easier. I wouldn’t just let any old statue into my home, you know.” Another chuckle fills the air.

“You know, I’m starting to understand why the universe bound us as soulmates.”

“I’m glad it did,” he says and there’s that little sparkle in his eyes again that makes your heart race a little faster.

It’s silent, but not in a tense, awkward way. It was nice, peaceful and soon you were upstairs parting ways for bed.

Your hand grips the knob on your door, twisting slightly when Seokjin clears his throat again. You turn and exchange another grin.

“Goodnight Y/N.” It’s simple and as mundane as it gets, but it’s different in ways you can’t fully describe. It’s not the first time he’d told you goodnight, but this was the first time you wouldn’t be parting for long.

Every other goodnight left a mile or so between the two of you, now only a few feet and two slabs of wood lay in between. You’d wake up and he’d be there, just outside the door. Knowing this left a warmth in your chest.

“Goodnight Seokjin.” And with that, you made your way to your freshly made bed and collapse for the night.

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A.N.

  Sorry this part has taken so long to get up, but I am officially done with finals, have an associate’s degree in hand, and am ready to write! I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy and trying to remain as calm and sane as possible considering the state of the world right now. If anyone needs to talk or anything, feel free to shoot me a message! I hope you all enjoy this part and look forward to the next installment! Again, truly sorry how long I’ve taken to get this to you all. I’m incredibly grateful for all of you and love you with my all my heart! 

-Moonie🌙