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âłÂ  JEON JUNGKOOK MASTERLIST
âłÂ  KIM TAEHYUNG MASTERLIST
âłÂ  PARK JIMIN MASTERLIST
âłÂ  KIM NAMJOON MASTERLIST
âłÂ  JUNG HOSEOK MASTERLIST
âłÂ  MIN YOONGI MASTERLIST
âłÂ  KIM SEOKJIN MASTERLIST
BTS SERIES MASTERLISTS:
The Rich Manâs Crochet Club [ Mini Masterlist ] - smut / humor / virgin!AU
A series of one shots centered around the same, chaotic group of friends whose friendship began based on one, shared commonality: they all met while they were v i r g i n s.
You Never Shop Alone [ Mini Masterlist ] - smut / humor / mall!AU
A look into the love lives of seven of the mallâs best and biggest fuck boys. With all of them housed in the same vicinity, nonsense is a guarantee, but romance? ⌠just you wait and see đ
đ Bound (M) [ Mini Masterlist] - smut / fluff / angst / arranged marriage!AU / multi-author
In a world where marriage isnât by choice and love isnât an option â will you ever find happiness? Or just continue to search?
BANGmeTAN (M) [ Mini Masterlist ] - smut / humor / drama / Porn Star!AU / multi-author
An in depth look behind the scenes of adult film, starring the seven, sexy men who have captured the industry
The 7 Society (M) [Mini Masterlist] - smut / drama
Inside the grounds of the University, rumor has it there exists a secret society. One which thrives underground, comprised of seven individuals; each of whom is only to be revealed upon the hour of their death. The Society is enigmatic, seductive and wealthy beyond belief. There is only one rule, which must by strictly adhered to. Donât tell.

The Rabbit on the Moon
This is something you canât ever break, no matter what. This is my promise to you Y/N. I will protect you.â I smiled and tightened my pinky in his, âitâs a promise Jungkook.â -The Rabbit on the Moon Pt. 3
The Rabbit on the Moon:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Congrats to @magicalsalamander for the 100+ followers she recently received~ yOUR AMAZING (/âăŽâ)/
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Addiction | jjk (Teaser)

As the sun broke through the canopy of trees, time continued to pass. The leaves changed colors. Snow covered the world in a soft blanket of white. The snow melted into torrents of rain that gave birth to a wide array of wild flowers that littered over the entirety of the mountain. The smell of dew drops clinging to branches and leaves permeated the air and as a breath was taken, another bell chime rang out over the land.
Melding with the soft tones was a womanâs voice; a song dancing and weaving with the wind as it sailed through the skies - vanishing into the clouds. The sun disappeared, causing her raven curls and brown skin to blend into an even darker tint. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the last words of the song clung to the impending darkness, followed by a delicate silence.
Her hair whipped in every direction as the wind picked up speed. Slowly, she turned to look behind her but her face was hidden in shadows. Her silk robes of dark purple shook from the errant gusts swirling around her. She extended an arm out, her palm holding a single milky pearl in its center. Even in the darkness, it seemed to have a faint glow about it.
And then there was a whisper.
A whisper of a name.
Her name.
â...Vitani.â
Fandom: BTS Genre: Urban Fantasy!AU Fandom Work: âAddiction: A Gumiho Taleâ by Admin E of The BiasRekkers
COMING SOON!
Fan Fiction Spinning Up!~
Hello y'all!~ This is your Night Reader Rae and my first fanfic on tumblr will be updated shortly! I'm new to Tumblr and any tumblr tips are welcomeđ
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~ Night Reader Rae
jungkook scenario | fire and ice

â Jungkook has the gift to create fire with a snap of his fingers, and you have the ability to send ice shooting from your skin - with opposing talents, and opposing personalities to match, itâs no wonder that you hate each other⌠until you realise that you donât⌠â
⸠prompt: There is a lockdown drill thatâs lasting a really long time so weâre stuck in a dark room crammed under a desk together. Wanna talk about our feelings now?
⸠pairing: jungkook x reader
⸠requested by anon | 6.9k words | fluff, enemies to lovers au, fantasy au
⸠authorâs note: idk what this au is to be honest⌠I just wanted Jungkook to have fire powers. I hope itâs not confusing!
When you first meet Jungkook the conditions arenât exactly right for budding romance. They arenât even right for potential friendship. Or acquaintanceship. Which is why you donât begin as lovers, crushing on each other, nor do you begin as friends, smiling fondly. Not even as casual acquaintances, barely registering each otherâs existence. Instead, you begin as enemies.
All because, after only two minutes of knowing each other, Jungkook manages to set your hair on fire.
Keep reading
Lovely Demons (M)

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of the Nightmare on Tumblr.com collab with @underthejoon , @bratkookâ , @hobidreamsâ , @junghelioseokâ , @jungkxookâ and @suga-kookiemonsterâÂ
Creative Contributor: @baebae-goodnight FOR THIS MOODBOARD LIKE. look at it.Â
Pairing: Jimin / Reader (female)
Genre:Â Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers / Princes of Hell!AU / Witch!AU
Word Count:Â 41,774
Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, dirty talk, oral (female), condom-less sex (with mention of other protection), breast play.Â
Graphic injuries occur to main characters throughout the story. There are action/fight scenes.
Summary: Â As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude â or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years youâve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.
[[ Lovely Demons Glossary ]]Â
[[ Cross-Posted to Wattpad ]]
Czytaj dalej
Into Eternity - Part XII
Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance
Warnings: Pining, illness, Jimin being an impatient baby. If I forgot anything please let me know!
Words: 4,050
Hoseok sat in the kitchen of the abandoned palace, guilt eating him up inside. You had a fever, one that was hard to control and it was beginning to take its toll on you. Coughing could be heard daily as you tried to get air into your lungs.Â
His original plan was to get you away from Jimin and to bring you to Morgana for sacrifice, but now... Now you might die before the damned witch could even take you. Heâd travelled into the village in search of an Apothecary or a Priest, someone with any kind of medical knowledge... But there wasnât anyone.
Heâd tried to read books found in the library on how to aid you in your sickness, but he wasnât well versed in the herbal side of them... He didnât want to poison you and have a very upset Morgana on his tail after it all.
So, there you lay in your room. Sick and asking for your husband.
You asked every day... Every single day you asked Hoseok if your Jimin had come to see you. And each day Jimin didnât show, he saw you get paler and paler. Falling deeper into sickness as you longed for the one you couldnât see.
âH-Hoseok.â Your voice would be cut off with coughing. âHas Jimin arrived yet? I couldnât look out the window this morning, I couldnât stand.â
Heâd tell you no, like he did every time you asked. A small frown would appear on your face and youâd take the tea and broth from him. Youâd struggle to lift your cup, as it was hot in your frigid hands. Hoseok would help you, lifting the mug so you could sip at the tea. Hoseok would stay until youâd finished it all.Â
Each time you thanked him.
âThank you, Hoseok, I feel much better.â
You were lying. Because everyday you looked worse. Thankfully you had kept some weight on you, so you didnât look to be a skeleton under your clothing. But you were so pale and lethargic he wondered if youâd fall to pieces after a hard enough coughing fit.
Once you were finished with your meal, Hoseok would remove the dishes, help you back into bed to rest. The shame would follow him down the stairs and into the kitchen where he washed the very dishes heâd help you eat from.Â
And then heâd sit and feel remorseful.Â
This repetitive cycle made him dizzy. He wasnât sure how many days had passed since youâd fallen ill, but he knew it was a decent number. He knew of your fragile state, and he was aware that you probably could be unwell during your time here.Â
Hoseok thought that it might come in handy when the time to kill you was here. But Morgana was a fickle creature, and she wanted Jimin there to see the light leave your eyes. She wanted him to feel the pain she did when his ancestor chose another woman before her.Â
Someone who had broken her powerful spell...
âHoseok,â a chilling voice creeped through the walls.Â
âMorgana, what is it you come to ask of me?â he sighed, standing up and placing your utensils away.Â
âThe girl, she isnât well,â she pouts. âWhy is that?â
âShe was a weak creature to begin with, being in this cold has made her sick. I fear you may not get to have her die before Jimin as you had hoped,â Hoseok stated.
âWhat!? That... That wench! How dare she defy me even in this way!? Not only does she take my beloved away from me, now she doesnât even give me the pleasure of killing her before the one who betrayed me?â
Hoseok rubbed his face then looked to the black mist that was swirling around the hag looking being.
Morgana could take on any form she wanted, but with her magic waning, she was no doubt running out of masks to wear. âMorgana, I donât know what youâd like from me. All I can tell you is that I fear she may not make it through this very night. I doubt sheâll be able to wait for Jimin much longer,â he stressed.
Morgana looked down at the floor and growled in frustration. âDamn them! Damn you feeble bodied humans who canât handle the meagerest amounts of change!â
âShall I just kill her for you now?â Hoseok asked, bringing forth his cursed blades to show them off to his mistress.
âNo... It wonât be the revenge Iâve waited years to see. All because this insolent brat must have lungs of paper!âÂ
âThen what do you suggest I do?â
âThat... Priest,â Morgana spit after the word. As if it was sour in her mouth. âHe could heal her, certainly he could.â
âTheyâll never come here, it would be too risky with you possibly knowing her whereabouts,â Hoseok declared.
âThen Iâll attack that Lordâs Castle, drive them out!â
âThen theyâll just run back to the Royal Palace. Either that or they will choose another stronghold to defend. Morgana, you may have to stop the assaults all together,â Hoseok stated.
âNo! My children must feed in order to bring me sacrifice!â
âThen we make a show,â Hoseok announced.
âHow do you mean?â she asked.Â
âPretend to be slain by me, and during that time we can have Lady Y/N healed and-â
âAnd give her a chance to make an offspring with my beloved? Absolutely not,â Morgana rejected.
âWell, itâs either that, or you donât get your revenge the way you intended. I am merely at your will, I will do as you ask,â Hoseok said solemnly.
âFine, make a spectacle of me then. But bring me sacrifices in the meantime, animals will suffice. I wonât be nearly as powerful as Iâd like... But once that wench dies, I will be able to have my love back,â Morgana grins, teeth blackened and gnarled. Hoseok cringed at the sight, but nodded anyways.Â
âThen how do you expect me to proceed?â
âCall upon them, say you have captured me,â Morgana states.
âHow will I have been able to manage that on my own?â he questions.
âI will allow them to kill my children, it will weaken me so I demand several animals to keep my strength,â she snarls.Â
âOf course,â Hoseok nods.
âCall them here, and use those blades to puncture my heart. Only cursed weapons and poison will take down she with a blackened soul. Lie, slather this potion on your blade. Iâll burst into flames, make a âshowâ for them as you put it,â Morgana explains. âDuring that time, heal the girl. Then when she is finally back in health and my beloved comes to her, I will appear and you will slay the girl. With that sacrifice I will be able to bring back your wife and child.â
Hoseok thought of his wife whom heâd loved so dearly... And it hurt... God it was killing him not to hold her in his arms. To kiss her sweet face and cradle his infant in his embrace.Â
âVery well,â Hoseok nodded. âI will send the letter tonight.â
âIf you betray me, Hoseok... Know your family will suffer for eternity in oblivion,â Morgana warned as she slipped back into mist, dissipating into the air.
âI know...â
---
Jimin sat in his study again, signing more papers and doing official duties. After the initial battle, he was told to stay at the Castle while his men went to fight without him. Jungkook said that he was far too worried about you to fight properly, and he didnât want something to happen to him. So, heâd stayed behind and helped Taehyung catch up on some documentation and deals that were bothering him. It was all very mundane. Get up, go to his desk and sign his life away. Life was so unsaturated without a purpose...Â
A knock rang in the dusty air.
âEnter,â he accepted, leaning back in his chair.
Taehyung came in, shutting the door behind him. He looked bright, compared to Jiminâs dull atmosphere.Â
âYou seem... somber, Majesty,â Taehyung commented, sitting on the chair in front of Jiminâs desk.Â
âFirst my wife is removed from me, then I am told I am unable to fight for my Kingdom... Imagine the uselessness I feel from these statements, Taehyung... I-I am questioning my right for the throne under these circumstances,â Jimin wavered.
âDonât ever think that you arenât fit to rule, Jimin,â Taehyung declared firm. âYou care more for these people than they know. And if signing papers is how you will help them, then do it.â
âTaehyung, something bothers me,â Jimin whispered, staring at the sheets before him.
âWhat troubles you?â Taehyung asked.Â
Jiminâs face was dark, hidden behind the mask he put up for everyone around him. It was rare for him to remove it, unless you were around. But Taehyung slowly saw the edges peeling away before it crumbled. Jiminâs broken eyes stared back at him as he looked to his friend for help.
Taehyung was frightened. Never had he seen his friend in such a state before.Â
âI miss her so much I feel like my heart is going to break, Taehyung... I need to see her, I long to hold her again... I want to know sheâs alright, that sheâs safe... And I canât do that from here, I need to see her so badly,â Jimin whimpered.Â
âJimin,â Taehyung whispered, coming to embrace his friend gingerly. Jimin grabbed onto his brother in arms and dear friend, trembling as if he were his last tie to this world.Â
âTaehyung my world is falling down around me. My father is dead, my family is halfway across the map from me, and I am not allowed to go out and fight for my wife because... Because all I can think about is what that damned Forsaken told me on the battlefield,â he growled.
âWhat did it say? You know they spout lies,â Taehyung admonished.Â
âTaehyung it knew where she was,â he breathed.Â
âWhat are you talking about? Are you certain?â Taehyung gasped, standing.Â
âIt said that the cold makes her weak... And sheâs in the cold right now, Taehyung! What the fuck was I supposed to think when that damned thing told me that?! Shit, Taehyung I canât sleep because of worry.â
âIâm sure that it was just trying to get a rise out of you Highness,â Taehyung attempted to be calming.Â
âJesus Taehyung! Are you not listening?!â
The room went silent.Â
Jiminâs harsh breathing was deafening to his own ears.Â
âSheâs in the Northern Peninsula... And sheâs susceptible to the cold, tell me how you would react if you were told that from the enemy? From the thing youâre trying to hide your loved one from? I canât stand it, Taehyung... Itâs driving me insane,â Jimin croaked.Â
âIâm sure nothing is wrong, we must have patience-â
âMAJESTY!â
Jiminâs head turned towards the door, soon a frantic knocking came from behind it. âMajesty, itâs me, please open the door, I have news!â
Father Jinâs voice came through the wood.Â
Taehyung quickly moved to open it, letting in a frazzled Priest. Jimin stood, placing his hand on his desk for support. Why did he feel like something bad was happening? What was this feeling in his stomach, why did he feel sick?
âFather, whatâs the matter?â Taehyung asked, placing his hand on Jinâs shoulders.
âI received a letter from Hoseok,â Jin answered.
âWhat?â
âHeâs not supposed to be sending letters to us! He could give away Lady Y/Nâs position!â Taehyung yelled.
âTaehyung, gather Jungkook and Yoongi. I want to speak with all of you in regards to this matter,â Jimin announced. Taehyung nodded, moving out the door to quickly collect the men Jimin wished to see. The Prince then turned to the Priest. âFather, tell me, is my wife alright?â
Jinâs face fell and Jimin thought that he would truly be sick. âSheâs fallen ill, sire. Hoseok called for my aid... He claims that he has captured Morgana...â
---
The strategy room was cold as Jimin looked at his fellow men with a deep gaze. Something serious was going on, and none of them were certain how to handle the proceedings.Â
âGentleman, Hoseok has broken a rule put in place by us to protect my wifeâs safety. However, Father Jin tells me it is because she is ill... She needs help. Hoseok also claims to have captured the witch, Morgana.â
Yoongi scoffed. âNo, there isnât a way in hell he managed to get close enough to touch her.â
âWell, think about it Yoongi,â Jungkook began. âWeâve been taking out several of her Forsaken. Without them she isnât getting sacrifices, Father Jin told us that she needs those to keep up with her dark magic. And sheâs having to produce more to keep up with our assaults... perhaps it wore her down enough to as where Hoseok was able to capture her.â
âIf he was able to capture her why didnât he just kill her then?â Jimin asked.
âItâs not that simple. A creature such as her must be taken down by either a cursed weapon or poison. Regular weapons are futile against her,â Father Jin explained.
âSo, he managed to get her into some restraints? If sheâs so powerful how was he able to accomplish this?â Taehyung asked.
âHoseok said he placed the necklace I charmed around her neck to weaken her abilities. It has made her unable to use her magic. And with her power already waning, it might just be enough,â Jin stated.
âWhat of Y/N?â Jimin asked, palms sweating.
Jinâs face took on a darker expression. âHe stated she isnât well. He needs me there promptly, otherwise he fears she may not make it,â Jin warned.
âThen we should leave immediately,â Taehyung declared.
âI agree, I need to make sure sheâs alright,â Jimin urged. The thought of seeing you already making his heart swell.Â
âHold, impatience is a sin.â
The boys stopped their chittering. Jin stood and addressed the men before him with a grave look on his face.Â
âI must warn you all. This is a dangerous situation we find ourselves in. Morgana is a being that has long defied God. She has no semblance for human life and takes what she wants, destroys when she can. If Hoseok has indeed captured her, then killing her is our first priority. We need to make a plan of how we are to deal with her,â Jin announced.
âWhat do you mean Father?â Jungkook asked, raising a brow in his direction.
âI mean, we need a plan if this goes wrong. Lady Y/Nâs life is at risk. Morgana is being held underneath the palace, but I worry for her safety. With her being so close, she may be planning her demise.â
The room looked at Jin then to Jimin for confirmation. Jimin gripped the table in fury. His wife was being dangled in front of the very being who wanted her death, like a toy. It was disgusting.
âIf Morgana manages to escape, I have a relic that could aid us,â Jimin explained. âThe first dagger forged in pure Arcanian steel. It belonged to the very ancestors Morgana loved. If I place a poison upon the blade, I could end her,â The Prince stated.
âHow would you get close enough?â Taehyung asked.
âLure her into believing that her spell over him has worked. That he loves her,â Yoongi suggested.
âI think that would be worth the shot,â Jungkook stated.
âShe would do anything to have Jimin be hers,â Father Jin reasoned. âIf the situation turns sour, she will no doubt try to take Jimin. All you have to do is pretend that her spell worked, get close enough to deliver the killing blow.â
âIt would be my pleasure,â Jimin snarled, fists curled tight on top of the table.
âWhatâs wrong with Lady Y/N?â Taehyung asked, leaning forward.
Father Jin looked at the paper and frowned. âSheâs sick, a fever and chills taking. As well as a brutal cough. Hoseok says that it has been persistent, even with the broth and herbal teas heâs been trying. He knows only so much, but I know how to help her... I just hope that he didnât wait too long to tell us,â Jin commented.
âI want the carriages ready as soon as possible. Father Jin, Jungkook and I will all go. Taehyung and Yoongi, stay here to defend the castle,â Jimin stated.
âHighness, perhaps we should just send Father Jin and Jungkook,â Yoongi warned. âMoving you to where that witch is located isnât the best idea.â
âWeâve already made a decision, and a plan that involves me. I am going, Yoongi. I will see my wife,â The Prince declared with a steely tone.
The room sensed the tension. Everyone knew how on edge Jimin was not being able to see you. Heâd been so tense and irritable these past weeks. Nothing like the man he was when you left. They knew you two needed to be reunited again. The men in that room knew Jimin wouldnât stop until he got to see you once more.Â
âWhen shall we depart?â Jungkook asked.Â
âAs soon as possible,â Father Jin noted. âI need to collect several herbs and my books as well as some tools. I donât know how bad the progression is, but if it is as bad as Hoseok says, then I will need to be thoroughly prepared. I should be able to take off at dusk,â the Priest stated to his council.
âI will head to the stables and collect some horses and an older carriage,â Jungkook mentioned. âI can smear mud on it and things of the like to keep suspicious eyes from staying too long.â
âPerfect idea,â Taehyung smiled. âI can get some tunics from the guards quarters and you and Jimin can dress in those. That way it will look like a few gentleman on a trading route.â
âI concur. We will take a few articles of clothing, but we can keep them in the cabin with us,â Jimin stated.
âYes, as well as some rations,â Jungkook noted. âThe travel will be long, and we will want to be prepared for the cold when it comes.â
âVery well,â Father Jin nodded. He stood, gathering his robes before looking to the group before him. âPlease take caution all. This is a dangerous journey we are to make, and we must be careful. Lady YâNâs safety is at risk.â
With that he left, leaving everyone in the room unsettled.Â
But no one more so than your husband, who looked to his wedding band and bit his lip.Â
âIâm coming my love, I will see you soon...â
---
Father Jin was writing furiously in his book as the carriage moved along steadily in the dark of night.Â
Theyâd been travelling for almost a whole day. Theyâd reach the castle by morning, it was certain.
Jungkook was at the reins, keeping a watchful eye on the horizon and all around in case of an attack. No one had approached and fellow travellers shared a small nod before passing them by.Â
No one was aware that their future King lay within the doors of the beaten up buggy. And it was imperative it stay that way.Â
Jimin was anxious as he thought of how long it had been since heâd held you in his arms... Had you lost weight due to your ailment? He hoped you hadnât, he loved how soft and warm you were to wake up to in the morning. Had you been sleeping alright? Hopefully you were getting restful sleep and you werenât being awoken by your coughs.Â
Father Jin looked to his Prince and saw the fear residing in his features. Setting his book down, Jin placed a gentle hand on Jiminâs shoulder. The poor man jumped and turned to see the Priest eyeing him with curiosity.Â
âYou seem restless, what burdens you, Highness?âÂ
Jimin let his heart settle before looking at Jin with pensive eyes. âI worry for her, Father... I have almost lost her once, I donât want to go through that again. It would kill me,â he breathed.Â
Jin nodded, looking ahead. âI understand your fear, but believe me... Believe in Y/N, she wonât let you go so easily.â
âSheâs stubborn,â Jimin smiled sadly. âI canât imagine life without her... Sheâs made such a difference in my life. I never thought that... That I...â
âThat you could love someone?â Jin tested.
âNo one showed me what love was... My mother and father are products of arranged marriages all through the lineage and... I was supposed to be another in a long line. Yet there was something so much deeper within this story. I knew that Y/N wasnât supposed to be my permanent bride, my mother had warned me as such... The Princess of Laureliea was supposed to be my final wife. Uniting our Kingdomâs would no doubt bring prosperity. But, I had to fall in love with her. I had to defy everything that had been set in stone, crumbling into dust within my hands. Mother obviously is enraged, I receive her letters. She asks me, âwhy I canât just kill the broad and marry again?â We havenât consummated anything. But each time, I refuse her. ``I canât,'' I tell her. For to kill her would kill me as well. I fear we will be at odds until her death,â Jimin huffed.
Father Jin patted his shoulder softly. âYour mother is still your mother, she needs to respect your decision. You found love in a place that seemed impossible. It is such a blessing from God that you two were able to find the most purest form of love in one another. Donât let others' emotions towards your own change them.â
Jimin bit his lip as he thought of these words. All he had done since youâd left was whine about how he wanted to be with you again. It wasnât fair to all of those he had been working for. His people werenât getting anything done with him pouting.Â
How selfish could a future ruler be?
He wondered if something were to happen to you, he knew his response. Heâd give up, heâd let his Kingdom fall to ruin if you werenât there by his side. How incredibly greedy.Â
âI donât know what youâre thinking, but Iâm going to tell you youâre wrong,â Jin stated, pulling him from his deprecating thoughts.Â
âFather the whole time Iâve been without Y/N all Iâve done was-â
âDo your best,â Father Jin finished.Â
âBut I complained, and was difficult and-â
âAnd thatâs what being in love does. It doesnât make you weak, nor does it make you selfish. It makes you compassionate, it makes you loyal, it makes you devoted. None of these are bad things, Highness. None of them. You are allowed to feel anxious and worried without the one you love beside you. We donât marry or fall in love with the expectation of being separated. Youâve been apart for almost two months, thatâs long enough. You both have suffered, I know Y/N misses you. Sheâll want to see you, and you are allowed to be just Jimin for a moment. You arenât only the Prince of Arcane... You are also Jimin, a man who misses his wife,â Jin stated.
Jimin looked at Jin with wide bleary eyes.Â
âI-Iâm allowed to be just Jimin for the moment then?â
âYou are allowed to be yourself whenever you feel the need, Jimin. Being Prince is merely a title, soon you wonât be Prince. Youâll be King. However, being Jimin is forever. Think about it. Lady Y/N doesnât love you because you are a Prince. She loves you because you are Jimin. Even though you must be Prince, that doesnât mean you canât also be yourself. You are so different around Lady Y/N, and it fills my heart with joy to see you two together. I believe she lets you be Jimin. Not a Prince, not a ruler, just Jimin. And thatâs another blessing youâve been granted,â Jin expressed.
Jungkook shouted from the front of the carriage.Â
âTHE NORTHERN CASTLE IS IN SIGHT!â
Into Eternity - FINAL
So, oh my gosh this is actually happening???
I have been writing this story for three years and it honestly has gotten me through so much? I love these characters and to give them an ending has brought me so many emotions. Thank you to everyone who has read and has loved these characters as much as I have.
Now buckle up, for the finale.
Pairing: Jimin X Reader
Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Royalty!AU
Words: 8,877
Warnings: Attempted Suicide (it isn't graphic, but it's there so please be aware of that), Explicit Sexual Content, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Unprotected Sex (She preggie, but y'all be careful), Creampie, Dirty Talk. Birthing Scene (Not terribly graphic but just be aware), the fluff we've all been waiting forrrrr! (If I forgot anything please do let me know!)
It had been a week since the fight with Morgana and your death.
Jimin hadnât been coping well at all.
Taehyung entered the bedroom where they had set you after the fight. Father Jin redressed you and washed your hair, but other than that you hadnât moved or breathed. Nothing to note that you were alive. Father Jin had resigned himself to his room and hadnât come out. Jungkook was training for hours on end and Taehyung was too busy trying to keep Jimin alive to do much else.
Hoseok had sent for more guards and they arrived soon after. Although they werenât allowed inside the palace. No one was to come near, Jimin would have them beheaded.
Taehyung saw the same sight heâd seen for the last week. Jimin, at your bedside, waiting.
âSire,â Taehyung announced his entrance.
âTaehyung,â Jimin answered softly.
âI brought you something to drink and a bit of porridge, will you eat it?â He asked, looking down at the small mugs in his hands.
âYes, Iâll eat,â Jimin answered.
Turning around Taehyung sighed as he saw the dark bags under his eyes. The look of exhaustion that filled his frame was overwhelmingly sad. Taehyung knew his friend, and he was a shadow of himself. As if he were slowly dying without you with him.
But Taehyung pressed on, a smile coming across his features.
âHere you are,â Taehyung said, setting the mugs in his hands.
Jimin ate slowly, methodically. As if it was a chore to be doing so.
Taehyung wondered if he tasted it, his eyes were so devoid. It was like he was a skeleton walking around. No joints or ligaments, just bones clacking together. The way he moved was awkward and ungraceful, nothing like the Prince he knew. One thing was for certain.
He missed you.
âJimin, do you want to take a bath?â Taehyung asked, looking at his friendâs appearance.
âNo,â he said quietly.
âItâll take a few minutes, please,â Taehyung urged.
âIâd rather not right now,â Jimin almost whispered.
âItâs okay, perhaps later,â Taehyung gave in, knowing that it wouldnât happen later either.
âTaehyung,â Jiminâs voice was stronger this time.
âYes, sire?â
âDo you think sheâs really dead?â
âI donât-â
âPerhaps this is what they wanted for me. To suffer without her,â he said bitterly.
âDonât think so lowly of your ancestor, he tried to do what he could for you both,â Taehyung admonished.
âPerhaps I should die as well, join my beloved where we can be free together,â Jimin said, laying his head down on the bed, and gazing at you with misty eyes.
âJimin!â Taehyung yelled.
Jimin flinched but didnât move.
âI donât think this is what Y/N wouldâve wanted for you. She wouldnât want to watch you starve yourself. She would want you to lie here and wait for something that might not happen. Sheâd want you to go out and live your life. To go out and be happy. Jimin, please listen to me. The way youâre treating yourself isnât anything like what Y/N wouldâve wanted for you. She loved you so much, and wanted nothing but the best for you. So for you to disrespect her wishes like this... It makes me sad, Jimin, truly it does.â
âSo you do think sheâs dead,â Jimin whispered.
âJimin,â Taehyung said.
âGet out,â Jimin demanded softly.
âJimin listen.â
âGet out Taehyung!â Jimin screamed, standing up.
Taehyung didnât waste anymore time, slamming the door before he left.
--
It was the day of your funeral...
Jimin had fought tooth and nail to make sure he never saw this day, but here it was. It had been two weeks since your death. And Father Jin said it was time to lay you to rest. Jimin had denied it at first, but now, there was an eerie calm that settle over the palace. Jimin was silent, save for the few words he spoke to Taehyung. But other than that, no words left the man.
âWe are here today to lay to rest a soul who has touched all of us in many ways,â Father Jin began.
You were laying in your coffin, beautiful as the day Jimin first saw you. The maids had braided gorgeous ribbons in your hair, and graced your face with the smallest amount of makeup, enhancing that natural beauty you had. Jiminâs eyes were filled with tears as he looked at you. His beloved bride, going so soon. And it was his fault you were dead. Because he couldnât protect you.
âJimin,â Taehyung whispered, nudging his friend.
âIâm fine,â he whispered back, wiping his eyes gingerly.
âLady Y/N was a tender soul. Someone who wanted nothing but to share love and happiness wherever she went. I had the pleasure of knowing her, and I will forever miss her and her laughter. She is with God now, and I will take comfort in knowing that. May God rest her soul.â
Father Jin stepped away from the casket, Namjoon taking his place.
âLady Y/N was fearless, and bright. Always willing to lend a hand to those in need. I failed her a guard and I will forever be unworthy. But as I continue on with life I will live for her, I will live with her in mind so that no one will ever suffer the same fate. I will protect the Royal family for the rest of my days, and will forever ask for forgiveness that I wasnât able to protect them this time. Lady Y/N, I am so sorry. May you grace us with your love and kindness, so that we may forgive ourselves as well. You will be missed, dearly,â Namjoon said.
The rest of the proceedings went on, yet Jimin felt numb.
You lay there before him, so close yet out of reach. His soul yearned to reach out for yours, longing to touch you, to hold you. To bring you into his embrace and care for you as you did for him. When it was finally his turn to save you, he failed...
âY/N was a beautiful person,â Taehyung began.
âShe was smart, funny and a true joy to be around. I remember the first time I met her. She was outspoken, yet, in the best way. She challenged all of us to be better. To think more, to be more. She challenged me to be the best version of myself, and all I can say, is that I will continue to be the best person I can be. I will remember her fondly, and I will always be grateful for what she has done for me and my friends. May God rest her soul,â he repeated.
Yoongi spoke next, saying little but it was enough. Although Jimin still felt as though something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.
Soon, it was Jiminâs turn to speak.
He felt awkward as he went to the front to speak. He took a deep breath in and imagined you, holding his hand. The warmth that suffused him gave him the strength to speak.
âY/N was... everything to me. Never have I loved like I loved her. She was beautiful, caring, sweet and... maddening. She challenged everything I knew about myself. Everything I ever thought I knew, and she changed me. Y/N changed me for the better. She made me believe that I could do anything, be anything. No matter what I thought about myself, she always believed in me. More than I did. Y/N was knowledgeable. She loved to read, I promised her a library. That way she could read without me getting in her way, I had a way of interrupting her at the most important part of the book sheâd tell me...â Jimin laughed, tears coming down his cheeks. âI love her so much, even now I love her so dearly and so fiercely that this all feels wrong. To be burying her feels like a foreign concept to me that I cannot accept. I-I... donât want this to be it.â
âY/N, I love you. Please forgive me,â Jimin said, taking out a vial.
It was poison. Jimin had planned to end his life here. Perhaps that was what had felt so wrong the whole time. The fact that he knew heâd be ending his life in front of his friends brought him no comfort. He only felt guilt, but he couldnât bear another day without you here. It wasnât feasible to him. It was everything he could do to stand right now.
âJimin no!â
âI love you, Y/N,â he whispered, bringing the vial to his lips.
âI love you too,â a soft voice answered.
Before Jimin could turn around, Namjoon and Jungkook tackled him to the ground, taking the vial from his hands.
âNo!â Jimin fought back, thrashing around like a child.
âSire please!â Jungkook said, reaching for the vial.
âJimin?â
Everyone froze.
Jimin looked up to see you, his beloved bride, sitting up in your casket.
âY/N?â he whispered. Unable to believe his eyes.
âJimin? Whatâs going on?â you asked, looking around. From your standpoint, you felt like youâd been asleep for a very long time. As if youâd be put under a sleeping spell or something along those lines. But now, you felt better than ever, as if you were refreshed for the first time in a long while.
âY/N...â Jimin said, looking at you in disbelief.
âJimin, what am I doing in here?â you asked, placing your hands on the side of the coffin.
âMy love,â Jimin said, standing up and coming to your side. You looked up and smiled, so glad to see him.
âHi,â you said, placing your hand on his cheeks. Heâd been crying, you could tell.
âY/N,â he whimpered, wrapping you up in his arms and cradling you to his chest.
âJimin?â you asked, trying to push him back so you could look at him. But he held you firm.
âMy darling, I thought I lost you,â he said, tears falling down his cheeks so freely.
âI donât understand, the last time I saw you I was... How am I here?â you asked, looking around.
âIt doesnât matter, my love, it doesnât matter. What matters is that youâre here now,â he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.
âBut Jimin,â you started.
âShhh,â he shushed, tangling his fingers in your hair. âI love you, so much,â he said, tilting your head up.
âI love you too,â you said back, but before you could say much else his lips were on yours. Jimin wasted no time, pulling you from the coffin without much difficulty. Jimin had you in his arms and like hell he was ever going to let you go again.
Slowly he pulled away and let his head rest against yours.
âCan you stand?â he asked, placing your feet on the ground.
âI think so,â you answered. Carefully, you took a step, almost falling to the ground if it wasnât for Jiminâs strong arms keeping you up.
âMaybe not just yet darling, let me carry you,â he said, sweeping you up into his arms.
âJimin!â you gasped, hanging onto his neck, not wanting to fall.
âIâve got you,â he said, starting to carry you back towards the palace. The rest of the men there did nothing but watch as Jimin carried you in his arms.
âI never thought that this marriage would work out,â Taehyung said softly, looking at the disappearing silhouette of you and Jimin.
âWell, never say never I guess,â Namjoon said back, crossing his arms.
âIâm glad it worked out, Jimin deserves to be happy,â Jungkook commented.
âThey both deserve it,â Father Jin said, smiling.
--
Your coronation was creeping up on you.
You and Jimin both would be crowned King and Queen of Arcane Kingdom. The people would be yours to govern and yours to care for. They were now your responsibility and duty. It weighed heavily on you, the stress of being a Royal. But you didnât let it show, because you had been given a second chance at life another try.
No one gets that lucky.
But you did. And you werenât going to waste it.
After everything that had happened, you were still so glad that you were with Jimin. Able to call him yours. It made your heart sing knowing he was your partner in all of this, your husband and truest love.
A knocking at the door shook you from your thoughts.
âLady Y/N,â Father Jin said from the other side of the door.
âYou can come in Father,â you said, putting your hairbrush down as you turned to face the door.
âIâm here as you requested,â he said, holding his bible and other various things youâd requested.
âWonderful, I need your help,â you said, moving towards the bed.
Father Jin looked at you with confusion.
âItâs been two months and I havenât bled yet. I-I was hoping you could find out if I was with child?â You said softly.
Father Jin almost fainted on the spot.
âW-With child? My dearest Y/N are you sure?â He asked coming forward.
âIâve been having symptoms, the nausea in the morning, wanting weird foods and of course not bleeding but, I just wanted to know. I know if I have the palace physician check and I am pregnant heâll run and tell Jimin. I want to tell him myself, itâs our possible child,â you said.
Father Jin beamed at you, quickly getting his materials ready.
âIt would by my absolute honor my Lady,â he said. You smiled.
He busied himself with usual questions and looking at your stomach.
Finally Father Jin smiled brightly at you.
Biting your lip hard you heard his answer.
âMy dear Lady Y/N, congratulations. Youâre with child,â he said. Tears burst from you quickly, unable to handle the emotion of the whole situation.
You had been so worried that perhaps Morgana killing you would ruin your chances at having a child with Jimin. And considering you two had been having plenty of intimate moments, it was starting to become a fear.
But now...
Now youâre pregnant. With Jiminâs child.
Everything youâve ever wanted and more.
âFather Jin,â you cried, hanging onto him so tightly. He pet your head gingerly, making sure you were alright before pulling back.
âYour timeline is correct, you are around two month pregnant,â he said, looking at your stomach with nothing but sheer adoration.
âIâve been so worried,â you hiccuped.
âItâs alright Y/N, you are pregnant. And may the Lord bless you and your unborn child,â he said softly.
âCan you please keep this between us?â You asked.
âI wonât tell a soul,â he agreed.
âThank you Father, truly, thank you so much.â
â
You were incredibly giddy for the rest of the week. Everyone had taken notice of your spunk and lively attitude. The stoic Yoongi even asked what had you all excited.
You just brushed it off, telling them youâd read a really good book or just ate something delicious. You wanted to tell Jimin so badly. But he was nowhere to be found no matter how hard you looked. The only time you were with him was when he crawled into bed with you early in the morning. Wrapping himself around you and keeping you close to him.
But he was always gone before you woke up.
You knew he was getting ready for the Royal coronation coming up soon, but it still made you a little sad. The distance.
However, you had planned it perfectly.
Jiminâs favorite lace night dress was wrapped around your body. A soft pink dressing gown over top. The man enjoyed unwrapping you like a present.
It was everything you could do not to just run to him in his study and proclaim your pregnancy to him then and there. But you oh so loved the look on his face when you gave him surprises.
Teasing little hints.
It was already late into the night, but you were determined to stay up and see your husband. It was moderately boring in your bedroom, alone, but it wouldnât be lonely for long...
Just as you thought about going out on the balcony for some fresh air, you heard Jimin enter the room. You hadnât seen him awake in a few days so you rushed over immediately to see him.
âJimin!â You said, rushing to bring him into your arms.
Jimin smiled, looking exhausted, but happier now that he got to see you.
âY/N, itâs late. What are you doing up?â He asked, kissing the top of your head with such tenderness it made your heart ache.
âWanted to see you,â you mumbled, cheek pressed against his shoulder.
âWell, youâve seen me. But I think itâs time for bed,â he said, removing his tunic and draping it along the chair of your vanity.
âCan we talk first? There is something important I have to tell you,â you said, taking his hand in yours.
âIs something wrong?â He asked, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.
âJust sit down,â you said, moving him towards the bed. Jimin sat down heavily, looking up at you with a gentle smile.
âAlright my love, what did you want to discuss,â he said, rubbing his face.
He was utterly worn out, and you could see it on his face. But you knew what you were about to say would make it all worth it. It would be okay.
âJimin, I want you to know something,â you swallowed hard. Trying to keep your emotions from becoming too much.
âY/N? Are you okay?â He asked.
âYes, Iâm fine Jimin. But, I want you to know how much I love you. How much I adore waking up in the morning next to you. And how much I love being your wife,â you said, bringing your hand to his cheek softly.
âI love you too,â he said, a smile appearing on his weary features.
âJimin, I-I...â you stammered, trying to find the words to get them out. Jimin frowned at your flustered attitude. Normally you could tell him anything, he wondered what had gotten you so worked up.
âJimin,â you said, walking closer. His sparkling eyes looked up at you and you so hoped the babe in your stomach would inherit those beautiful eyes.
âJimin Iâm with child,â you said, bringing his hand to your stomach.
Jiminâs whole demeanor changed instantaneously.
âWhat?â He croaked, looking up into your eyes with so much hope.
âFather Jin confirmed it,â you said.
âY-Youâre really pregnant?â He asked, looking at your stomach with a multitude of emotions running across his face.
âYes,â you said.
âOh my God, Y/N,â he cried, bringing you into his arms. Big fat tears were rolling down his face, catching in your hair and dressing gown.
âItâs okay, Jimin itâs alright,â you said, holding him tightly.
âIâve waited for so long to hear those words from you,â he whimpered.
âI was worried that... possibly I couldnât after-you know. But, I-I know theyâre healthy, I can feel it,â you said brightly.
âI know they are too, my love. Youâll care for them so well, theyâre going to be so perfect. Youâre perfect,â he said, bringing his lips to yours gently.
Smiling into the kiss you attempted to deepen it, longing for your husband's touch. But Jimin quickly pulled away.
âIâm so exhausted my love, would it be okay if I just held you tonight? Both of you?â He asked, looking down at your stomach with so much love it made your heart stammer.
âOf course, Jimin, thatâs always okay,â you said.
You both went to bed, sharing innocent pecks and warm words of love for each other.
It was so perfect.
â
Being pregnant was rather grueling task, youâd found out.
There were the weird food cravings. The palace chefs could hardly keep up with you. Then the constant nausea that had plagued you and often made you miss out on certain meals. And the aching of your back and feet was another problem.
But the love you felt for the being inside of you right now, was more than you couldâve ever dreamed.
Although, there was another symptom of your pregnancy that had been particularly hard to handle.
You were ravenous for your husbands touch.
Except, he hadnât really wanted to do anything like that with you for a while... the last time you two had been intimate was when you made this baby. And that was five months ago.
Now that you were coming into a different stage of your pregnancy, everything was getting harder. Clothing yourself, putting on shoes. It was all so taxing and you mainly wanted to rest.
Unless Jimin was there.
In which case you wanted him to ravish you until the morning came.
But, for some reason, he didnât feel the same.
Of course he loved you, this wasnât something you doubted. But he was very busy and you were already pregnant so what was the point in engaging in those kinds of activities if the end goal was achieved... right?
You knew Jimin loved you, he said it and showed it often. But you wished he would take you to bed and pleasure you. Let you have as much of his cum as you wanted. However, something was stopping him.
And you were determined to find out what.
Walking through the palace halls you found your husband admiring the gardens out in front of the castle. Jimin loved seeing the flowers blooming and flourishing with colors. Made him feel light inside.
You came up beside him and looked at the flowers with him. He smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and bringing you close.
The two of you stood like that, in silence for a few moments before you decided to speak.
âJimin,â you said, keeping your eyes trained outside.
âYes my love?â He answered, looking at you with pure joy.
âYou seem distant lately,â you said, wrapping your arm around his waist.
âHave I? I thought weâd been spending quite a lot of time together... although if youâre feeling neglected I can see if I have more time to spare-â
âI-uh... Iâve noticed that we havenât been... intimate since we conceived and I was just wondering, if you simply werenât attracted to me being like this? Or if itâs because weâre already pregnant so thereâs no need to try anymore or, um, something else maybe?â
Jiminâs face looked mortified as he tried to gather his scrambled mind and unprepared thoughts.
âY/N, love no! Of course not! I absolutely adore being intimate with you! And not attracted to you? I-I canât hardly control myself when Iâm around you. Pregnant and swollen with my child,â he said, almost growling out the last part.
âThen why Jimin? Why havenât you been touching me? Letting me touch you! Whatâs going on?â You asked, wondering what was causing the distance between your husband and you.
âT-the palace physician warned me about being with you like that, I donât want to hurt you or the baby,â he said softly.
âBut itâs not dangerous-Father Jin was encouraging me to, well as much as he would encourage someone to be intimate...â you said. âHe said we should be... with one another as much as we can. Itâs good for us to relieve the stress and Iâll never complain about you showing your love to me and my love for you.â
âBut, what if I go too hard? What if I, I donât know, make the baby come early? Or what if-â
âJimin, my love, these are a lot of what ifs. Not a lot of what will... Nothing will happen to me or the child. That I can promise you,â you said, holding your distended stomach with affection. âYouâd never hurt us.â
The young King looked so torn. Like he truly didnât know what to do.
âIâm just... Iâm worried about you,â he said softly, resting his forehead against yours.
âIâm tough,â you said, squeezing his hand gently.
âI know, God I know how strong you are. More than fit to be the Queen of this Kingdom, my wife, my equal... But, carrying a child is no small feat,â he said, brushing your hair off your face.
âIt isnât but Iâm not doing it alone,â you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. âYouâve been with me every step of the way. We had rocky beginnings, but look at where we are now. Look at how much weâve overcome and how much we will overcome in the future. Itâs incredible, Jimin. You are the ruler that destroyed the witch Morgana,â you said.
âActually, youâre the one who dealt the killing blow on that one, I just get all the credit cause Iâm the King. Unfair if you ask me,â Jimin laughed lightly.
âWhat Iâm saying is, youâre so brave, stubborn and wickedly smart. Surely you can think of a way in which we can be intimate and it not harm me or the babe?â You said, biting your lip.
âDonât do that, Iâve been having dreams about your sweet mouth,â he groaned.
âMmm, have you? Perhaps I should give it to you then, hmm?â You teased.
Jimin was a rather dominant person, but youâd discovered that sometimes he likes to be pushed around in bed. Told what to do and to be praised. It wasnât something youâd been entirely good at to start, but, with a little practice youâd gotten the hang of it.
âMy love,â he croaked.
âJimin, I know you. I know how careful and gentle you can be. Iâll tell you if anything hurts or if Iâm uncomfortable. But please, please take me to bed,â you begged.
Finally, it seemed you broke through. Because soon, you were being practically dragged down the hallway. Jiminâs grip on your wrist was tight, but not enough to hurt. You smirked as he hauled you into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind the two of you.
âGod, look at you,â he murmured, coming forward to place his hands on your swollen belly. âSo beautiful, so perfect carrying my child.â
âAll yours,â you agreed, humming as his lips touched your neck.
âAnd Iâm yours,â he said softly.
âTake this off,â you pleaded, tugging at his shirt with disdain. Giving you a coy grin, he pulled the shirt off and threw it on the floor. You ran your hands over his beautiful body, teasingly pinching his nipple, causing him to flinch.
âLittle sprite, Iâll teach you to tease me,â he growled. Wetness pooled between your legs. Jimin came forward, finally connecting your lips.
Kissing Jimin was something youâd never tire of. You were certain. The way his plush lips moved over yours with reckless abandon make you squirm. His mouth captured your own, pulling you into a romantic embrace as the pair of you shared your breath.
âJimin,â you whispered as he pulled away.
âWhat is it my love? What do you desire?â He asked, moving his lips along your jawline.
âWhatever youâll give me, I want it all,â you pleaded.
âMy my, so greedy. What a greedy Queen I have,â he tutted. You whined at his tone, wanting nothing more for the clothes between you to be removed.
âI just want you, only you,â you pleaded.
âYou have me my love, all of me,â he said, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cradling his head. You felt the back of your bed against your knees, forcing you to sit down while Jimin kissed you with such ferocity it made your poor core clench tightly around nothing.
âAnd you have all of me in return,â you smiled. Jimin pushed you onto your back, making you stare at the ceiling. Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest, you could feel it in your throat.
âI-Is it okay if I pleasure you? With my mouth?â He asked, looking at you beneath his long lashes. You smiled and brushed his hair from his face gently, but this was not without difficulty, you swollen tummy proving to be an obstacle.
âMmm, that does sound nice. But, you have had me wait five months for you. Iâm slightly tempted to skip the foreplay and go right for the main event,â you mused, watching as Jiminâs eyes inflated slightly. You smiled at his obvious desire for you, before you sat up and undid the ties at the front of your gown. Jimin watched as your chest relaxed, breasts bigger than they were before youâd gotten pregnant.
âI-If youâre wet enough,â he said, licking his lips.
âWhy donât you check?â You said, peeling your dress from your shoulders and easing the fabric down. Jimin moved so you could wiggle out of the offending material and lay naked on the bed. He was astounded and slightly concerned that you hadnât been wearing any undergarments underneath.
âOh my beautiful wife, how lucky am I to have someone like you...â he trailed off, gazing at your center with wanton desire.
âIâm just as lucky, if not more so,â you smiled, tugging on his ashy locks, earning you a warning grunt in response.
âA husband who neglects his wife for months on end? Surely you jest with me,â he chuckled sadly.
âYou are more than attentive. Sometimes smothering, but never neglectful. Jimin listening to the palace physician isnât wrong. He just happens to think he knows everything while Father Jin has had actual experience with pregnancy and birth. By the way, he will be delivering our child, not that ridiculous palace physician. Iâd rather not have him near me when Iâm giving birth,â you huffed, pouting slightly.
âOh? I see, who else did you want there while you deliver? I know I shouldâve asked this but-â
âYou, Father Jin to deliver and Jungkook as well as Taehyung. Yoongi and Namjoon, and... Hoseok,â you said pondering for a moment.
âThose are all men, Y/N,â Jimin reminded, pouting from above you.
âAnd? Hoseok is our Godfather for the child, I believe he should be there. Jungkook is good in a crisis and also has knowledge of pregnancy and birth from his mother. Taehyung is such a dear friend, I certainly want him there. Yoongi is always calm and collected, and Namjoon would just feel left out if I didnât include him!â
âYou missed one,â he frowned.
âOf course I want you there silly. Itâs your fault Iâm like this, so youâre going to be there for the whole thing, no stepping out and no leaving me, understood?â You asked, raising a brow at him. Jimin just nodded.
âItâs not just my fault youâre like this, I donât ever recall you saying no,â he snarked.
âIâm also not saying no now, if we could get back on track?â You asked, bringing his hand to your throbbing center. Jimin seemed to get the message as he rubbed his fingers along your slit, collecting your slick between the pads of his fingers and your skin.
âMy love, so ready for me,â he murmured, coming in closer to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh of pleasure, running your hands down his back, scratching along the skin gently, causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. He groaned as you gripped his ass in your palms, causing him to rut forward like a pup in heat. You smirked at his enthusiasm, squeezing once more before he whined against your skin.
âOh!â You gasped as he entered one finger inside your tight heat. A soft groan came from his cherry red lips, causing you to clamp down on the digit inside of you. Jimin moved his finger gently, stretching your hole out carefully. Everything he did, he did with purpose. It made your heart stammer in your chest as you could feel another finger slipping in next to the first one.
âSo tight,â he growled, pumping in and out of you with a delicious tempo that had your hips grinding down against his hand. âYouâre soaking the bed my darling.â
âI-I canât help it, you feel too good,â you moaned.
âMm, you sure I canât have a taste? Just a little bit wouldnât hurt,â he whispered against the shell of your ear. You wanted so badly to encourage his devilish mouth, but you gripped his wrist and forced him to stop moving those dangerous fingers inside of you.
He looked worried for a moment. But you smoothed your thumb over his brow.
âI canât wait any more, please donât make me wait,â you whined, humping against his fingers. âGive it to me, please. Fill me up.â
Jiminâs eyes turned dark as he pulled his hand away from your center. Watching with rapt attention you saw him take his sticky digits and put them in his mouth, sucking lewdly on your arousal. Jimin made a show of it. Licking and sucking on his fingers, trying to get every last drop of your essence off of his fingers. He was also proving that he could pleasure you with his mouth if youâd only let him.
âYou want my cock? Want it so bad huh? My beautiful Queen, you want it? Huh? Tell me why I should give it to you?â He said, eyes glazing over as you presented yourself on all fours for him.
âBecause, Iâve been so good for you. Iâm carrying your baby, so pregnant and full, but not full enough. I need more, more of your cum Jimin. Want more of it leaking from me, please, remind me how you got me pregnant. Please, wonât you give me your cock? Your cum? Please, I want it so badly,â you pleaded.
Jiminâs eyes darkened further. He knew you were good at begging, it was one of his favorite things to teach you, because you learned so quickly what he liked. And he would never be able to deny such an earnest request.
âIf thatâs what you want my love, then youâll have it. Have me,â he agreed, moving off the bed to push his pants and underwear to the ground before coming back to the bed. You felt his presence behind you, smoothing over your back gently. âIs this position okay? Or do you need something different?â He asked, kissing your shoulder.
âThis is okay, Iâm comfortable,â you encouraged. âNow, fuck me.â
Jimin needed no further words as he sank into you slowly for the first time in months. The pair of you breathed out heavy sighs as you finally felt the fullness youâd been craving for weeks. Jimin choked on a moan when you flexed your walls around him, making him buck into you a little harsher than expected.
âSorry! I havenât-Since we havenât been doing anything I havenât even pleasured myself, I havenât had the time, you feel so good around me, fuck,â he moaned out, gripping your hips firmly.
âItâs okay, I wonât last long. Iâve missed you so much,â you moaned, your fists tightening in the bed sheets beneath you.
âOh shit,â he growled, bucking into you again, building a steady rhythm that had your chest jolting almost painfully. Your core was soaking, and Jimin wasnât letting up. He was fucking into you so hard some of your arousal was falling down your thighs.
âJimin, harder,â you pleaded, head falling into the mattress. Your husband didnât have to be told twice as he started rutting into your wet heat with vigor.
âIâve been thinking about this everyday since you told me you were pregnant,â he snarled, pulling all the way out just to force himself back in once more. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, causing you to grind back against him. The air rushed from his lungs as he watched you practically use him for your own pleasure.
âEveryday? Then why didnât you do anything?â You whined, bouncing back against him harshly. Jimin swallowed hard as he tried to stave off his looming orgasm.
âBecause the physician... I was worried Iâd hurt you or the baby, like I said earlier. But now that I know this is safe, donât expect to be able to walk for a while,â he warned, pulling on your sensitive nipples gingerly. You cried out into the mattress when milk started to leak down Jiminâs hand. He watched as the pearly white substance soaked the sheets beneath you like your arousal had earlier.
âFuck! Jimin, keep going please!â You begged when he got distracted by your chest practically flooding the bed.
âHave you not been expressing the milk? Doesnât it hurt?â He asked.
âYes, it aches so much during the day and Iâm so sensitive when I try to sleep. Sometimes I wake up and my nightdress is soaked from milk,â you whined, trying to reach for him so he would keep pounding into you.
âMm, since I didnât get to have a taste of your pussy... Maybe youâll let me have something else instead,â he teased, licking the milk off of his hands and groaning when it hit his tastebuds.
âMore, please more!â You begged. Jimin noticed your frantic bouncing and eased you into a spooning position. He was still throbbing inside of you, but you could feel his head come to your shoulder, placing soft kisses against it.
âLet me drink from you, it must hurt my darling. So full and heavy with milk for our child, but they can share, surely?â He teased, kissing the side of your breast while giving shallow thrusts to your womanhood.
âYou can have it, whatever you want as long as you keep fucking me. Please, Jimin, Iâm so close,â you whimpered. Sensing your urgency Jimin started his brutal pace back up. You cried out in bliss when his mouth met your sensitive nipple. Jimin gently suckled at your chest, causing more milk to enter his mouth.
He groaned at the flavor and gave a few sharp ruts into your clenching pussy. You were besides yourself with pleasure, almost in tears at all the stimulation.
Jimin wasnât doing much better. Five months without even masturbating was proving to be his end far too quickly.
âY/N, Iâm going to cum. Are you close?â He asked, reaching down to push at your clit gently.
âYes! Right there, pleasepleaseplease! Jimin,â you cried. Your walls tightened beyond belief, causing Jimin to freeze in his thrusting. He watched your face as you fell apart for him, causing him to reach his end as well. A cry of your name on his lips as ropes of hot cum painted your walls milky white. Jimin shuddered in overstimulation as you continued to clench yourself around his spent cock.
The pair of you lay there, clutching each other in the afterglow as you tried to catch your breath. Jimin decided to move first, pulling his still twitching length from your abused center. You watched as he stood on wobbly legs and came back with a towel to clean you up with. A soft smile took over your features as you spread your legs easily for him.
After he was satisfied, you opened your arms for him. Jimin moved forward without hesitation, wrapping your exhausted body with his own. He kissed the top of your head, then around your jaw and finally a firm kiss was placed on your lips.
âI love you so much my darling,â he smiled, resting his head on the pillow.
âI love you too, we both do.â
â
Youâd never thought that giving birth would be a pleasant experience.
But never in your entire life did you imagine it would hurt this much.
The contractions had started early in the morning. Making you wake Jimin with a frantic push.
âMy love what is it?â He asked, sitting up in the bed with a bewildered look on his face.
âGet Father Jin right now,â you demanded, leaning forward to hold your severely swollen stomach. Jimin was out of bed and quickly called the guards to get the Priest from his room as fast as possible.
They yelled back their confirmation before they hurried off. You felt the distinct cramping from your groin and moaned low in pain. Jimin came back over to you, looking at you with worry etched onto his features.
âDo you want anything? Anyone? Iâll call for whatever you need,â he said, taking your shaking hands in his.
âGood morning,â you whispered, giving him a weak smile.
âGood morning,â he smiled back, kissing your knuckles gently.
Soon you were in a different room entirely, getting settled into the blankets and all the people close to you had been summoned.
Jungkook and Taehyung had gotten there first, both excited and ready for the proceedings.
âLady Y/N! Itâs really happening? Oh my gosh! Iâm so excited for you,â Jungkook said, coming over to place a gentle kiss on your hand out of respect.
âThank you Jungkook, how is training the new recruits going?â You asked, trying to distract yourself from the pain.
âOh thatâs all boring! We donât want to hear about that!â Taehyung said, coming next to you and also kissing your hand.
âMaybe she does my Lord,â Jungkook sneered. You knew the two of them had always had a friendly competition going on. But, right now you shushed them and told them to go sit down.
Hoseok and Namjoon were next, coming in shortly after Taehyung and Jungkook.
âMy lady,â Namjoon said, taking to his knee in front of you.
âThereâs no need for that right now, Namjoon. How are you? We havenât had tea in a while, and I fear if this babe comes now we might not for a long while yet,â you teased and Namjoon just smiled as he stood up.
âWe can sneak some tea in soon my Lady, leave the child with the King to see how he fares,â he smirked. Jimin was pouting. You knew it without even looking at him.
âI might have to do that,â you smiled. Hoseok came over quickly after, kissing your hand a few times before looking at you with excitement.
âIs there anything you want? Anything you need? I know youâre not supposed to eat anything right now but maybe some water?â He asked.
âItâs so sweet of you to offer, but right now Iâm just tired and a little cranky,â you laughed, trying to keep yourself in good spirits.
Hoseok seemed to understand, giving your hand a soft squeeze before walking over to talk with Namjoon and Jungkook.
âWhereâs Yoongi? And Father Jin?â You asked, looking around.
âWeâre here!â Father Jin said, a bright smile on his face as he escorted a grumpy looking Yoongi through the doorway.
âYeah, here,â Yoongi said, yawning and scowling at the older man.
âIâm sorry to wake you,â you whispered, reaching out for the stoic man. His resolve quickly melted as he came by and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.
âIâm sure youâd rather be sleeping now too, but Iâm fine. Are you alright?â He asked, looking at you with an intensity you always forgot he possessed.
âYes, just some contractions right now. My water hasnât broken yet,â you said. Yoongi nodded and looked at Jimin with a soft smile.
âHow are you faring, feeling okay?â He asked, looking at the father to be with kind eyes.
âNervous, but happy,â he confirmed, taking your hand in his.
âWonderful,â he yawned, going to sit down and hopefully doze off while you were still in the early stages.
Father Jin gathered everyone up and they all listened attentively to whatever he had to say. The day progressed and your water hadnât broken yet, but the men all stayed, asking if there was anything you needed, holding your hand if you felt a particularly rough contraction.
But most importantly, Jimin was right by your side the whole time.
When your water did finally break, it was like hell also had broken loose.
It was later, probably afternoon when you felt it happen.
Father Jin was suddenly on his feet demanding towels and hot water for you, as well as some herbs that would help numb the pain as much as they could. Jimin looked panic stricken when you clutched onto his hand.
âItâs okay,â he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.
âIâm scared,â you whispered, another wave of pain crashing through you without remorse.
âIâm scared too,â he confessed. âBut I know you can do it. Youâre already the perfect wife, now youâre going to be the perfect mother... Our child is almost here,â he said, kissing your cheek.
âJungkook, Lord Taehyung each of you grab a leg and hold them please,â Father Jin said as he sat in front of you. Both men looked shocked at the idea, but you and Jimin both nodded, giving them permission.
Jungkook gently placed his hands on your calf and pushed your leg back holding it in position for you. Taehyung did the same, each of them keeping their eyes respectful.
âWhy do we have to hold her legs?â Taehyung asked, looking at Jungkook.
âGives her more leverage and relieves some of the pressure on her back,â Jungkook answered.
âThe only problem is it can close off the birthing canal at an awkward angle, but for now this is the best position to give her a break,â Father Jin said.
When you started pushing, you felt your lower back ache with how much strain you were under. Jimin could only watch as you cried out in pain when Father Jin urged you to keep going.
Everyone in the room was tense with worry.
Your health had always been fragile, even after coming back from the dead you still fell sick easily and had trouble with your lungs. But Father Jin was focused on the baby, while Jimin was focused on you.
âI never expected it to hurt this much,â Namjoon whispered, watching on in horror as his Queen and dear friend struggled to keep conscious through the pain.
âI think Iâm going to be sick,â you wailed. Hoseok was quick to grab a bucket that was formerly filled with water and held it as you threw up. Jimin smoothed his hands down your back, trying to keep himself from crying. Jungkook and Taehyung had given you a break with your legs so you could turn as you emptied your stomach.
âY/N,â Jimin murmured, kissing your shoulder gently.
âSit back straight, Y/N, you need to keep pushing,â Father Jin said. You were delirious with pain and exhaustion. You needed something to keep you grounded. The one thing you knew would always keep you grounded.
âMy love, talk to me, just keep talking to me,â you pleaded, voice hoarse with how much youâd been crying.
âY/N, itâs alright,â Jimin soothed, kissing your sweaty forehead with worry. âTheyâre almost here, weâre so close to meeting our baby. Weâre so close to being a family.â
âAlright your Majesty another big push on the count of three, one... two... three!â Father Jin said, you pushed hard and felt nothing but sheer agony as the child started crowning.
âI can see the head!â Hoseok said, standing behind Father Jin, now hanging onto Yoongi tightly.
âOh my God,â you cried, head falling back on the pillows.
âKeep pushing Y/N!â Father Jin said, preparing a cloth.
âI canât, I really canât, Iâll die if I keep going please,â you stammered. Taehyung and Jungkook shared an anxious look. Namjoon looked at you with fear written all over his features.
âMy love, look at me,â Jimin said softly, bringing your eyes to his.
âIt hurts, I canât... Please donât make me, ah!â You cried out as you felt another contraction.
âY/N you need to push! Hard as you can,â Father Jin said, looking at your situation.
âKeep going Lady Y/N,â Jungkook said, looking up to your weary face. Heâd seen several women give birth in his village, his mother being a midwife. But, to see someone he cared about going through this was difficult.
âYouâll be alright, you will. But if you stop pushing youâre putting you and the baby in danger,â Father Jin warned.
âHow much longer?â You cried, giving another hard push.
âYouâre so close,â Yoongi said, watching you with concern.
âYouâre doing great!â Taehyung chirped, watching on in amazement.
He couldnât wait to have his own family...
âThe head is almost out, come on Y/N, keep going,â Father Jin said.
âJimin,â you whimpered, clutching his hand as you gave the hardest push yet.
âI love you so much, keep going Y/N, I love you,â he whispered into your ear. You pushed again and finally, finally there was some relief.
âOh my God!â Hoseok yelped, gripping onto Yoongiâs arm so tight he was certain that he was going to break his limb.
âYouâre going to rip my arm off! Father Jin is a little busy right now!â Yoongi growled.
âCan you give me one more push? Just one more,â Jimin asked, kissing your shoulder. Looking at him with tears in your eyes you nodded, giving another strong push before soft cries filled the room.
âItâs a boy!â
âA prince!â
âCongratulations your majesties!â
You slumped back onto the bed, breathing heavily when a small bundle was placed on your chest. Looking down you saw your son, wiped off haphazardly and clutching your nightdress tightly.
âOh Y/N,â Jimin whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
âHeâs so handsome!â Hoseok cooed, looking on at you and Jimin both. Father Jin had you push a few more times to deliver the afterbirth, but nothing was as intense as giving birth to your son.
âJi...min...â you breathed, eyes growing heavy.
âCan she rest Father?â Taehyung asked, looking at the little prince attached to his mother with tear filled eyes.
âNot yet, Y/N, stay awake,â Father Jin warned.
âWhy...?â You asked, slowly taking in deep breaths.
âI need to check you and the baby over, and he needs to feed,â Father Jin said softly, cleaning you up still. Your eyes were still heavy, but you heard your baby crying softly on your chest.
Instinctively you shushed him, bringing him to your chest so he could latch on. After a little struggle, he was feeding eagerly. You brushed his hair gently, watching with sleepy eyes as he ate his fill.
Father Jin came over, congratulating you on a wonderful delivery. He did tell you everything you needed to do for the coming days, encouraging you to stay in bed and keep the baby close to form a relationship. He also told Jimin to take the baby and have time as well.
âItâs important that you two stay together for this coming week, Iâll make sure that the advisors and everyone just leaves you alone unless it is absolutely life or death,â Father Jin said, looking at your babe with a tenderness that made your heart swell.
âWhatâs the babyâs name? Hmm? What do we call our new prince?â Namjoon asked, raising a brow.
âJihoon?â You asked, looking at Jimin for confirmation.
âItâs perfect,â Jimin agreed, giving you a kiss on the forehead.
âPrince Jihoon, Iâll let the advisors and everyone know,â Taehyung said, running into the hall.
âLord Taehyung! Just hang on a second!â Namjoon yelled, chasing after the excited noble.
âWeâd better go and make sure they donât get into any trouble,â Yoongi said to Jungkook, patting his shoulder before guiding the younger male out the door.
âAs much as Iâd love to spend time with my Godchild, I have to make sure that my brother and friends donât cause a scene,â Hoseok said. He came up and gave your hand a gentle kiss. âCongratulations Lady Y/N, Iâm truly happy for you.â
With that he left the room, followed shortly by Father Jin.
You and Jimin were alone with your baby, the soft sound of his gurgles filling the room. Jimin looked down at you, eyes watery as he kissed your childâs head. You brushed the tears away from his face, even though exhaustion was flooding your aching body, you wanted to make sure he was okay too. He had also been through a lot today.
âI love you,â you said, watching as more tears fell from his eyes.
âI love you too, both of you... So much,â he whimpered. âThat was the most beautiful and heartbreaking thing Iâve ever had to experience.â
âHeartbreaking?â You wondered out loud.
âTo see you in so much pain, and there was nothing I could do about it,â he said, looking at your child, hands shaking.
âItâs alright, Iâm okay now,â you said, holding his hand in your clammy one. Jimin pressed a delicate kiss to your wrist, looking up at you with so much love and adoration.
âIâm sorry you hurt so much, if I could take your pain I would,â he said, brushing your hair back.
âDoesnât hurt anymore,â you mumbled, eyes closing slowly. âJust tired now...â
âSleep my love, weâll be here when you wake up.â
And they were.
And they always would be.
Forever.
A Witch's End

Oh my wow, hello everyone.
I am here, with an update. I'm sorry to make you wait so long but I've had a tough year in regards to my mental health and things of that matter. So i'm sorry for going ghost on ya'll for so long.
I can't promise it won't happen again, but my creativity is stronger these days so I'm hopeful.
Thanks for being here, everyone.
Thank you especially to Hali @haliiimede for betaing this for me, you're a peach and I appreciate you so very much <3
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Romance, Smut (Like a lot I'm pent up okay?), Fluff
Warnings: Violence, major character death (I'm sorry just read it I promise you'll be okay), angst. Smut warnings: Oral sex (fem!receiving), so much cum play I'm sorry-, creampies, unprotected sex (hey I see you don't do it), dirty talk (seriously they be filthy in this), impreg kink, breeding kink, Jungkook is so in love.
Words: 19.5k (don't look at me like that)
Rating: 18+
Summary: You and Jungkook had been seeing each other for a while. But when new challenges block your way, will you be able to hurdle to obstacles? Or will your differences be too much in the end after all.
*NOTE: This is a continueation of an older one shot I wrote called Witch's Brew, you can read that one if you want but you can also read this as a stand alone.
HOPEFULLY THIS FIXES THE FORMATING ISSUES
You and Jungkook had a little arrangement going on between you two for the last seven months. Heâd come to your forest while he was out on patrol, or something along those lines and you two would go at it like bunnies before heâd leave and return to his king.
And over this span of time, youâd become rather fond of the royal guard. His sense of duty was honorable, his humor was light but sometimes dangerous, he was sweet as ambrosia in the spring and deep as the oceans to the East. When he was away you longed for him to come back and spend the days with you in your little hut.
Whenever you two would be done with the more... debauched activities of your time spent together, Jungkook would watch you make concoctions, potions and salves and sometimes even charms. But you were an old being, and you were fickle. You didnât like the prospect of being tied to this hut for much longer.
It was starting to grow stuffy and cramped in the space you called home. Youâd been here for roughly a century, perhaps it was time to find a new forest? With new animals and new plants to experiment with.
But doing a relocation spell was tricky, and you never knew where youâd end up... Your mind wandered back to the young Knight whoâd spent many nights wrapped up with you in your sheets. Never before had you been so infatuated with a human. Let alone a high ranking official like Jungkook. But, you couldnât help the way you felt. He was an addictive little sprite, always doing what he could to get what he wanted.
A chill ran down your spine as you thought back on your most recent encounter with the man, making your thigh clench out of desperation to feel him all over again. Heâd been gone longer than usual. Normally youâd see him every week, but it was going on near two since the last time youâd felt his hands wandering over your frame. Your body was wired to react to his touch, it felt like. As if Jungkook was the only one that could bring you to the edge of bliss and back again over and over until the two of you were sated.
But there was a darkness growing... You could feel the change as time went on. More murders happening, more plagues and more death. It was all so overwhelming, especially for a creature like you who was so tied to the energy here. You were certain that she had returned... Your damned sister that had been around just as long as you, but more hell bent on causing trouble.
You liked a little bit of mischief here and there, but it was only to make fun never to harm. Your sister on the other hand, she was dangerous... You werenât sure what youâd do if she was actually back and on the prowl for souls once more. Your mind wandered to the villages nearby and the tragedy that had been striking them. You were able to help curb the plague, with medicinal herbs and potions they had survived. But just barely. You had always been the weaker one of you two and your sisterâs magic wasnât something to be sniffed at.
She was always more driven than you, wanting power and more power until there was nothing left but ashes in her hand. You had taken a more lax approach to your magic. Letting it grow with you instead of forcing yourself at a young age. However, that did mean you were constantly thrown against each other to fight and see who would come out on top.
Sometimes sheâd win, other times youâd win. But for the most part, it was her that reigned victorious. Not that you minded, you werenât overly competitive for the most part.
It was a dangerous world if your sister truly had returned. The last time you two had been together youâd managed to trick her into a magic circle that was supposed to bind her for two thousand years. That was probably a century ago now, seeing as how youâd made your home here shortly after.
But what couldâve caused the circle to break? Lost in your thoughts you didnât hear the tell tale signs of the hutâs door opening and closing. The sound of armor being removed and you didnât her Jungkook call out to you.
So when you felt a pair of warm arms encircle your waist, you panicked. Throwing your elbow into the abdomen you whirled around to kick them in the face when you saw the pained expression of your lover looking back at you as he gazed at you in awe.
âOh! Jungkook!â You gaped, placing your hands on his face and shoulder. âIâm so sorry! You startled me!â
âI... announced myself,â he huffed, rubbing at the tender flesh of his stomach.
âI was lost in thought, are you alright? I didnât think I hit you that hard,â you tutted, moving his shirt up to look at his flesh. There was a bandage around his middle, it was older. Although it wasnât there the last time he was here.
âIâm alright, it doesnât hurt that much anymore,â he said, standing up to his full height above you.
âNo? Where have you been?â You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck and falling into the comfort that was him.
âMmm, got sent out to the outer reaches of the kingdom. Thereâs been some strange happenings out there and we were dispatched to see what was going on,â he said, bringing his lips down to meet yours for a moment.
âHow did you get hurt?â You asked, pulling away to better assess the damage.
âOne of my men got... I donât know, possessed? Something overtook him and he attacked us,â he said.
Blood magic...
That was your sisterâs specialty.
âOh no, is he okay now?â You asked, but you already knew how blood magic ended.
âHe, uh... Didnât make it,â Jungkook said, trying to keep from wincing.
The price of blood magic was steep. The victim would do the masterâs bidding, and then kill themselves to ensure that the master wouldnât be persecuted. Your sister had perfected the skill at the tender age of 120, it had taken you almost twice that to even grasp the concept.
âIâm sorry, that mustâve been hard,â you said, smoothing your hands over his broad shoulders. Jungkook sighed and placed a tender kiss to your forehead.
âYou lose people in my line of work, I shouldnât be so affected by it but... What can I say? Iâm a bleeding heart,â he whispered. You knew that he was upset, you could see it as plain as day on his face. So you gave him a soft kiss on the lips, pulling back to assess his features again. Another kiss. And you kept going until he was smiling under your lips.
âThatâs better, youâre much cuter this way,â you giggled. Jungkook pressed forward, kissing you deeper this time. You could feel the stirrings of arousal starting in your stomach as he covered your mouth with his eagerly.
âWhat if I donât want to be cute? What if I want to be tough?â He asked, raising a brow.
âYouâre very tough, kook. But youâre also very cute,â you smiled, pinching his cheeks.
âOw, let me go,â he pouted.
âBut what if I donât want to?â You asked, wrapping your arms around him tight.
âThen donât,â he smirked, picking you up. You grinned as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on your sheet before crawling over you. Just as he was about to devour you, he got a weird look on his face. You noticed that heâd stopped moving, so you sat up and leveled with him.
âYou alright?â You asked, putting your hand on his cheek carefully.
âI-I donât want you thinking that all I want from you, is this?â He said, gesturing between the two of you.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI-Iâve been thinking about it, and, I-uh, want us to... maybe, um... Iâve been thinking about, courting you,â he blushes, face turning pink at the words.
The wind was knocked out of you. He wanted to court you?
âJungkook,â you began, and he whined immediately.
âThis is why I didnât say anything,â he sighed, sitting up on his knees.
âJungkook, Iâm a witch, if youâve forgotten,â you said, gesturing at yourself.
âAnd? Y-youâre a good witch,â he reasoned.
You frowned and looked down at your hands. âI didnât used to be.â
âWhat?â Jungkook asked, raising a brow.
âAnd Iâm far from perfect Jungkook. I wonât obey you, I refuse. I donât want to be tied down to one place. And... Youâll be long dead before me,â you swallowed. That was another thing that was hard to come to terms with. Your life was going to be longer than Jungkookâs. As he aged, youâd look relatively the same. It broke your heart that someday, this loveable man wouldnât visit you... Heâd eventually have to settle down and get himself a wife that would bear him children, something you werenât able to give... A normal life, a good life. Something that would make him happy.
âI donât want you to obey me, I donât want to tie you down but... I want you to be mine, please, please think about it,â he begged.
âDo you really think in these seven months I havenât thought about you in that way? That I havenât thought through every scenario in which we could be together? All of them end with death, Jungkook. I donât want to see that happen to you. I canât watch you die in front of my eyes,â you whispered, eyes starting to mist with tears.
âIf you want me too, then why canât we do this? We could be together, the King would approve of you I promise,â he said, smiling lightly at the end.
âI seek no one's approval, Jungkook. Not even my own,â you said sharply. Jungkook frowned at your statement.
âWhy are you so hell bent on this failing? Do you have so little faith in me?â he asked, looking genuinely hurt by the prospect.
âNo, Jungkook. This isnât about you... Itâs about me, I-I have nothing to offer you. No money, no title, I canât even give you children.â
This gives Jungkook pause.
âWhat do you mean? Youâre barren?â he asked, sounding hurt. But not for himself... For you.
âJungkook, magic doesnât come without its consequences. The world must have order, have balance. And if you meddle with the natural order, eventually, the price will come due.â
Jungkook saw the first tears falling down your cheek and he felt his own heart shatter. You were doomed to be alone. Everything you had done together, would just be a memory for you down the road. And eventually, he would become one of those memories. The thought of not seeing you made Jungkook more restless than heâd care to admit. But you were here now, he could comfort you now.
âY/N,â he breathed, kissing your cheeks gently. âLook at me.â
You really couldnât. If you did the dam would burst and you could agree to anything he says. Because, you wanted a life with him. You really did. It was killing you to sit here and deny everything youâve ever wanted and more. But if it got him to realize... Youâd say anything.
âI canât, I canât do this Jungkook,â you said, wiping your tears. âYou deserve a wife who will always be there for you. Someone who can give you what you want.â
âYouâre what I want,â Jungkook said, biting his lip.
âNo... Iâm not Kook,â you said, smiling sadly. Jungkookâs eyes filled with tears of their own.
âI do. I do want you,â he whispered, taking your hands in his, placing them on his chest. âAnd you want me too.â
You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from bursting into uncontrollable tears. He wasnât wrong. You did want him, you always did. But this attraction, this draw to him... It would only end in heartbreak, it already had.
âJungkook,â you started again, when he cut you off with his lips.
âYou want me, you need me,â he breathed, pulling your hair back from your face. âIâll give you anything you desire. Money, a title, children. Whatever will keep you with me.â
âJungkook, this isnât about you not being enough. Youâre more than enough. I-Iâm the one who isnât enough for you. I-I donât-I canât be with you.â
âThen why? Why did you continue to see me? Why did you give me hope?â
âBecause,â you said, looking into his eyes. âBecause I wanted hope too.â
This broke him.
Jungkook came forward and embraced you. âIâm not giving up. Iâm in love with you. Youâre more than enough for me. Youâre smart, youâre funny, so beautiful and kind. You make me feel things, Iâve never felt for someone. My heart, it beats for you.â
âWhat happens when it stops beating, Jungkook? What happens when you die? I'm forced to watch my happiness disappear from my eyes? Itâs not fair, Jungkook! W-Why must I always be alone? I-I didnât know what I was getting into with magic. Itâs given me a new life, but itâs a life where I walk alone,â you whispered.
âYou never walk alone,â Jungkook said, bringing your head to his chest. His heart was beating hard against his ribs. You clutched his shirt.
âI must...â
âNot with me, never with me,â he said, sounding so sure.
âMake me believe it,â you breathed out. Jungkookâs eyes sparkled for a moment.
âI will,â he growled, pushing you back down onto the bed. âIâll show you how much I care for you. How much I want this. Want you.â
Jungkookâs lips were soft as ever, taking your breath away with his kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer so that your bodies were pressed against each other tightly. Goddess, this was it. This was going to be the last time you felt him. You had to put everything into this. Remember every detail. The way the light makes his eyes shine. The look of wonder he gets every time he sees your center, dripping and ready for him. You moaned as he ran his thumb against your slit.
âFuck youâre wet,â he moaned.
âNeed you, Kook,â you pleaded.
âYouâll get me,â he encouraged.
âHurry,â you whined.
âSo eager, I love that. Every time...â
He dropped to his elbows on the bed and brought his lips to your center in a chaste kiss. You let out a shaky breath at his tenderness. Normally it was you who took control. But not tonight, Jungkook was in charge of this exchange, and you were more than happy to oblige him.
Slowly, Jungkook pulled your undergarments off and threw them away from the bed. You sighed in pleasure when Jungkookâs lips met your center. Jungkook didnât like using the potion to eat you out anymore. He got off on the taste, the sweet feeling of your lower lips against his tongue. Fuck, he couldnât get enough of it sometimes.
His tongue laved against your swollen clit as he gathered your flavor. He moaned into your center, moving his tongue from your entrance to your pearl, taking fat licks to get every ounce of nectar you let him have. âFuck, Kook, so good baby.â
âI could do this for hours. Until your legs shook and you couldnât take anymore,â he said, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you closer, so he could get a better angle on your sex.
âJungkook!â you cried, head thrown back against the pillow. He took his tongue and probed at your hole, testing the waters.
âYou taste so good,â he said, nosing your clit gently causing your hips to buck against his face.
âY-Youâre gonna make me cum,â you moaned out, hands grabbing at his hair to urge him along.
âWant you to cum baby, wanna taste it, get you nice and ready for my cock,â he groaned, palming himself through his trousers.
âF-Fingers, Jungkook. Give me your fingers,â you begged. Jungkook wasnât in the mood to deny you or tease you. Carefully, he slid one finger into your cunt.
âShit youâre tight,â he whimpered. âWant to fill you with me.â
âI want it, Jungkook, please baby!â you said, trying to keep yourself from falling over the edge too quickly. You wanted this to last. You wanted him in your bed, in your heart, forever... Something told you it had already come true. That he would be in your heart forever... It was so hard giving him up like this.
âWant another one?â he asked, teasing your center with another finger.
âYes! Yes please!â you cried out.
Jungkook nodded and pushed a second finger in, stretching you out deliciously.
âGoing to stretch out this pretty cunt for me. Then, Iâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât ever think about leaving me. Youâll need me to fill up this beautiful pussy with cum over and over.â
His words sounded strained, like he was trying to keep himself from crying. But, you kept quiet. Let him believe this would save your doomed romance.
He was beautiful.
You donât think the world had created such a beauty that could rival his. It made your heart ache to know that youâd have to give him up. To let him go, but you couldnât be selfish. You couldnât let you stop him from becoming everything he could be. But for now?
He was yours.
Jungkook was licking your pussy with fury. He groaned and continued to pump his fingers inside of you faster. So much so that he was making a mess of you. Your body tensed up, cunt pulsing from his work. You could taste your orgasm. He was so close to giving it to you.
âCum for me my love,â he moaned.
You gushed at his words. You hoped that he wouldnât notice, that those words were the ones you longed to hear from him. Even if youâd never hear them again, youâd commit his husky tone now to memory. Youâd never forget him, ever.
âJungkook!â you cried, leaning your head back into the pillows as you came on his fingers.
Jungkook smirked and took his fingers in his mouth, cleaning himself up before licking you gently to clean you as well.
âAre you alright?â he asked, placing a warm palm on your thigh.
âYes, give me more, Jungkook,â you pleaded.
Jungkook nodded and pulled his pants down. He was far too impatient to remove everything, he just wanted to feel you. He wanted to be buried deep inside of you, he didnât want to waste anymore time struggling with his clothes when your perfect cunt was right there eagerly waiting for his cock. Jungkook wasnât patient as he grabbed you, pulling your hips flush against his as he lined up himself with your entrance.
You gripped his forearms as he entered you with purpose. Your pussy stretched to its limit always left you breathless. Jungkook left you gasping for air, regularly. He wasnât huge, but his girth and length mixed together were a deadly combo.
Jungkook reached behind your head and grabbed the pillows and arched his back, rutting into you gently. You moaned as he pulled out, leaving you desperate for more. Jungkook seemed to understand your feelings because soon he was making a rhythm with you, pushing forward as you came down on his dick perfectly. Your body was on fire with the sensations he was pulling from you, making you tremble in his hold.
âItâs alright, Iâve got you pretty girl. Just focus on me, how good do I feel?â he whispered.
âSo good Jungkook, so good,â you cried, rocking your hips forward, eager for more.
âYou too, your pussy is so tight, love when you clench down-yes, just like that,â he moaned, letting a surprised gasp escape him when you tensed up your muscles for him. He felt so good, he was brushing against that one spot that made you want to scream. It was so good, so perfect.
âFuck, right there Jungkook,â you pleaded, bringing his lips to yours again. It wasnât a sweet kiss by any means. It was hot, passionate and full of biting and teeth. Jungkook moaned as he lifted his shirt slightly, giving you a glimpse at his side, his injury not stopping him from pounding you into the bed.
âWant to make you cum again, want to feel you,â he groaned, head falling back as he pistoned his hips forward into you.
âSo close, Iâm-ah!â you cried as he started going harder.
âWant to see you cum and then Iâm going to fill you. Over and over with my cum until youâre stuffed to the brim so much so that you canât move. Say I can do it, let me have it precious, tell me how bad you want my cum,â he said, leaning forward so that his head was cradled in your throat.
âWant it so bad, Jungkook. Iâll take all of it, pussy wants it so bad. Fill me up, come and fill me up please,â you mewled, feeling another orgasm looming over your head. But that didnât make you eager, if anything, it scared you. What do you say to him after? How do you tell him?
You got so far into your own head Jungkook could see it on your face.
âDonât think about it, not now beautiful. Focus on me, only me,â he pleaded, bucking into you faster. Your head was almost hitting the headboard of your bed, but you couldnât let up. He was going to cum, then he was going to leave forever...
âJungkook, fuck!â you hollered, running your hands under his shirt and raking your nails down his stomach. His hips stuttered under your dangerous move.
âMake me cum, make me cum,â he chanted, pushing your dress up until your chest was revealed to him.
âOh fuck oh fuck,â you said, feeling the emotion rising in your throat.
âCumming!â he cried, fucking into you sloppily, placing his finger on your clit to push you over as well. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks as you finished. Jungkook was shaking against you, no doubt still in the throes of his orgasm. You could feel him twitching and throbbing inside of you.
The sensitivity caused him to hiss as he pulled out.
He watched as his cum pooled underneath you, wetting the sheets.
âFuck,â he groaned, pushing his sweaty hair off of his forehead.
You swallowed hard as the tears didnât stop. You knew what this meant. You knew what you had to do. And you were certain it was going to kill you.
âI think you should go,â you whispered, looking at him with watery eyes.
âIf I walk out that door now, I may never come back,â he said. âIs that what you want?â
You remained silent, letting the tears fall from your eyes. The silence was deafening. Jungkook gave you a curt nod, before standing up from the bed. He pulled up his pants and walked out the door, not sparing you a glance. The door shut hard, and you felt yourself fall into the sadness that surrounded you.
You were alone.
Again.
--
Jungkook never left your mind. These past months have been so hard, so lonely.
You struggled to do your regular tasks.
But you knew in your heart youâd done the right thing. He could move on, and he could be happy with someone who was deserving of him. Even though thinking of him in the arms of another made your heart ache with jealousy. You knew it was the last kindness you could do for him. Let him go.
There was a knock at your door. Quickly, you jumped up and headed there, not sensing any dangerous energy.
When you opened the door there was a tall man standing there. His hair was peppered with white strands and he was handsome. His head was also decorated with a fine crown, showing his status very blatantly. You swallowed hard, as you bowed your head to the King.
âYour Majesty, with what do I owe the pleasure?â you asked, raising a brow.
âWhat do you know of the witch Annalise?â he asked, saying your sisterâs name with an edge.
âSheâs my sister, what do you want?â you questioned, keeping your door cracked so they couldnât see into your little hut.
âSheâs been spotted off the southern reaches of the kingdom. Sheâs been terrorizing villages-sheâs killing people,â he said.
âAgain, what do you want?â
âYou dare speak to the King that way?â someone growled from the back.
âYouâve obviously come here to ask something of me, and if the King himself came then he must want it badly. So, what do you want?â
âWe want you to kill her. Youâre the only one we can think of that is close enough to her that would know how to take her down.â
âYou want me to kill my own sister? Thatâs a pretty brutal request,â you said, already knowing youâd help them. But watching them squirm a bit was never a bad thing. And maybe you could get something out of the deal. âWhatâs in it for me?â
âWe will pardon your acts of witchcraft,â the king said. âYou may live in peace here if you wish, no one will hunt you. If you refuse, however, I will send the captain of the royal guard here personally to dispose of you.â
Jungkook...
âSo you ask for help and then threaten me? This isnât usually how negotiations are supposed to go.â
The king seemed agitated.
âYou would watch our kingdom be burned to the ground because of your deranged bloodline?â he asked.
âTo be fair sheâs my half sister,â you said, crossing your arms.
âNo wonder, youâre the daughter of a harlot,â someone scoffed in the background. Your blood boiled at the thought of them disrespecting your mother. She was not a harlot, she was... she was in love with another. You brought a flame into your hand, the heat from it licking at your fingers.
âSpeak those words again and itâll be the last ones you ever utter,â you growled.
âFine, you wonât help? What if a different person asked,â the King stated. âBring him forward.â
âWhat?â you asked aloud, and gasping when Jungkook was brought forward, bloodied and weak looking.
Your heart thudded in your chest.
âIf you donât help us, Iâll kill him,â he said.
âWhat?! Youâd kill your own guard captain?!â you shrieked.
âHe lost his title when he decided to sleep with a witch,â the King growled.
âNo...â you whispered, eyes filling with tears.
âIf you help us, Iâll reinstate him. He will have everything heâs ever wanted. All you have to do is kill Annalise.â
âJungkook,â you whimpered.
His head was hung forward, like he was ashamed to even be standing before you like this. Your heart ached to know he was hurting, and from people that heâd trusted with his life. Theyâd betrayed him so quickly when they figured out that he was wrapped up with you... Were you that repulsive to others? Is this all your existence caused? Sadness and pain?
âIf you donât make your decision in three seconds, Iâll execute him now.â
âY-Youâre lying,â you said shakily.
âOne.â
âI donât believe you,â you said, wanting to know this wasnât true. This was a lie to get you to do their bidding. Jungkook sold you out. You should be furious...
But all you could do was stand there.
âTwo.â
You were silent.
âVery well,â the King said, raising his own sword and swinging it down. You screamed when the sword moved.
âNo! Please, I'll do it!â you cried, dropping to your knees. Jungkook was so close you could see the paleness of his lips. How they were dry and cracked. Nothing like the lips youâd kissed so many times.
âYou agree to our terms then? Help us kill your sister and weâll reinstate Jungkook into his former position,â the King said.
âVery well,â you said, looking at the man before you with a broken heart.
âLeave him here,â the King ordered. âHe knows what the job is, and what will happen if he fails me again.â
Jungkook was thrown to the ground and the King sighed before walking away with his entourage. Once they were gone you scrambled forward and brought Jungkook into your lap.
âKook?â you asked, brushing his hair away from his face. He was so pale. Fuck, what did they do to him?
âY/N,â he whispered, keeping his eyes shut.
âKook, can you hear me? Open your eyes huh?â you said, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. Jungkook was limp in your hold.
How could someone who claimed to love Jungkook as his own son do this? Someone he followed so dutifully. The only crime he committed was loving you... This was your fault.
âIâm so sorry,â you whispered, clutching him tightly.
Carefully, a hand wound around your waist.
âLet me go,â he said, moving to sit up.
You did as he asked, moving away from him. Jungkook sat up, licking his lip and cringing when he ran his tongue over a cut on his perfect mouth.
Jungkook was back with you.
âWhat happened?â you asked, moving to touch him when his glare made you stop.
âYou. You happened, Y/N,â he growled. âI thought I could... I thought I could convince them you werenât bad. I thought that, if I showed up with their approval... It doesnât matter, itâs a time thatâs dead now.â
Did he mean...?
He doesnât love you anymore?
âJungkook-â
âDonât. Itâs over, I just want to kill this witch and be done with it,â he said, grabbing his sword that one guard had thrown on the ground.
You swallowed hard, but you nodded regardless.
âVery well,â you said.
âYour sister, you knew it was her, didnât you. You knew all those months ago when I told you about my charge that had died. You knew it was her,â he said, keeping his back to you.
Was there any point in lying now?
âYes, I did,â you said.
âAnd yet youâll kill her now?â
âItâs not something Iâm proud of,â you whispered. âBut sheâs my little sister, itâs hard to just betray her like that.â
âSo it was easier to lie to me?â
âKook,â you started, ready to defend yourself when you saw his form shaking.
âDonât. Please donât call me that anymore... It-It still hurts,â he pleaded.
âIâm sorry,â you said lamely, trying to think of better words but they never came.
âSheâs hiding out in a village to the south. Fandolyn.â
âYou think sheâd hide amongst mortals. She hates them more than anything else in this world. Sheâs not hiding there, I-I think I know of a few places we can check.â
âWhere?â he asked.
âThere are a couple different places. Our old village was burned during the first war... It wasnât much but it's where we grew up. Where our mother taught us everything we know.â
Jungkook remained silent.
âOr, she could be in the grotto where we were given our powers. Thereâs also our motherâs grave... I donât know where she could be exactly, however. Sheâs... Sheâs unpredictable.â
âI told you, sheâs hiding out in a village called Fandolyn.â
âHow do you know? You saw her?â
âNo,â Jungkook frowned, trying not to get too frustrated. âBecause, a plague broke out there recently and the village was razed. Thereâs so much death there, we believe sheâs drawing power from it.â
âThatâs not how magic works,â you corrected.
âForgive me, I donât know much about this other than what was told to me during beatings,â he grit out.
You frowned now.
âIf I wouldâve known what would happen...â
âWe need to make a plan,â Jungkook interrupted.
âYouâre right,â you agreed. âShe wonât be easily defeated.â
Standing up you walked over to Jungkook. He stood up, not without difficulty, you didnât touch him though. You didnât want him to be more upset.
âI hadnât assumed so.â
--
A few days had passed and you and Jungkook had started searching for Anna. He was silent for the most part, not really interacting with you unless there was a question he had about Anna. You longed for him to look at you the way he had before. With sparkles in his eyes and laughter on his lips. But, those days were dead.
He was no longer the bright boy that had visited you...
He was a shell of his former self.
Youâd done this to him. Not even you, just the mere association with you had done this to him. And it had destroyed his life. Fuck, you wanted to cry.
But Jungkook was determined to get his spot back on the royal guard. It was all he knew.
Besides you.
It was hard to work so closely with him. Especially when you knew what it would culminate in. The death of your little sister. But, you knew this day would come eventually. You knew she had to be stopped, but... She was still your sister, even if she had lost her mind.
Jungkook approached one morning, with a letter in his hand. You recognized the lettering on it right away. Anna had sent it. But why? Why would she send you a letter? Did she know Jungkook was with you?
âLet me open it,â you said, holding your hand out for him.
âAnd have you lie to me about the contents? I donât think so,â Jungkook scoffed.
âJungkook, please, if thereâs magic in there it could kill you. I can take a hit from her, you might not be able to,â you pleaded.
Jungkook seemed to weigh the options in his head. But eventually he gave up the letter, handing it over to you with finality.
âThank you,â you said, opening it.
Dear Sister, I have no doubt that the kingdom has enlisted you in a hunt for my death. But you know, Iâve always been the more powerful half of us. And you were stupid enough to open this letter, I know you wouldnât let that guard of yours touch it. Enjoy the poison, you dumb cow. Insincerely, Annalise
You gasped when your veins started to turn black, pain shot through you. Itâs been a long time since youâve been hexed in such a way. Jungkook looked at you in panic.
âWhatâs happening,â he said, coming forward to look at your arms.
âDonât!â you screamed. âYou canât touch me, or youâll be poisoned too.â
Jungkookâs face was stricken with worry.
âWhat do I do?â he asked, looking around your hut for some kind of antidote.
âItâs black magic Jungkook, thereâs no cure ready made for this. I-I have to dispel it somehow,â you breathed, trying to keep your mind clear.
Moving your body was even harder. Itâs like your limbs had turned to lead. Jungkook watched silently as you tried to focus.
Dispel the magic.
Dispel it.
You drank one potion, then another, and another.
If you overloaded yourself with magic, perhaps it would all purge from your body.
âWhat are you doing?!â Jungkook hollered.
âItâs okay, Iâll be... alright,â you wheezed, feeling the magic taking over already. Your sister had gotten stronger in your years apart, and you had gotten softer. And she knew it too.
âY/N...â Jungkook trailed off, looking at you like he wanted to rush over. It made your heart beat quicken, knowing that he still cared, at least a little, for you.
âShit,â you breathed, collapsing to the floor.
âY/N!â Jungkook cried, coming forward, but keeping his hands off of you.
âIâm going to be sick,â you whined. Jungkook grabbed a bucket towards your front door and handed it to you. Quickly, you threw up all the potions you downed. And slowly, the black ooze from your sisterâs magic poured out as well. It took a while, and your body was still feeling the effects of her poison, but it was gone. For the most part.
Jungkook scrunched up his nose at the sight, but stayed dutifully by your side.
When you finally were done dry heaving, you collapsed to the floor. Jungkook yelped as he watched your body slump over.
âY/N,â he tried, not touching you still.
No response from you.
âY/N?â he asked, coming closer.
Your body remained still.
âFuck are you breathing?â he asked, more to himself. Looking at your chest for a few moments he realized, you most certainly were not breathing.
âY/N?â he asked again, feeling panic coursing through his veins. Were you dead? Was that it?
You still werenât moving. Jungkook noticed that you didnât have the black in your veins anymore. Could he touch you? Should he touch you? He tried to think logically, just being associated with you and being romantically involved with you had turned his life upside down. They didnât stand a chance against your sister if you died however...
âGod damn it,â Jungkook growled, before hauling you into his arms. âY/N? Look at me, open your eyes.â
You were limp as a dead fish in his hold, making Jungkook worry even further. He picked you up and took you to your bed, laying you down flat. He checked for your breathing once more. Still nothing. Jungkookâs heart was gripped in fear.
His only solace in that fucking cell they threw him in was you... The memory of you and what you two had shared. They tried to convince him you were evil, that you were only playing with him. The âloveâ he claimed to feel for you was a hex, a charm that you used on him.
But the panic he felt right now was very very fucking real. Your body, limp in his grasp, was real and he was scared.
âY/N? Please wake up,â he said quietly. Your hands were getting cold, Jungkook desperately rubbed them to encourage circulation.
âDonât do this to me. Donât do this, please not like this,â he said, looking at your body with concern written all over his features.
What was he going to do? What could he do?
âBreathe baby, please,â he said, lifting you into his arms, smoothing his thumb over your cheek. You were so beautiful to him. Ever since heâd woken up in your bed youâd always been gorgeous. He knew what you looked like in the height of pleasure, and you were beautiful. He also knew what you looked like when you were sick, and you were beautiful...
âCome back to me, please baby,â he begged softly, resting his forehead on yours, his hand cradling your neck. If you died here, the last thing youâd know was him being mad at you... When it might not even be all your fault...
Was there anything he could do? Any potion you made? You said there weren't any cures, was that just a ploy? Did you want to die here?
âY/N, my love... please open your eyes and look at me,â he hiccuped, trying to keep himself from crying. Fuck... Fuck heâd never been this scared.
Finally, finally, you regained some color in your face and Jungkook felt you shift on the bed. His heart was beating so hard against his ribs he was certain it would pound out of his chest.
You peeled your eyes open and looked up at Jungkook, who looked about ready to cry. âHey,â you whispered, looking him in the eye.
âFuck, you scared me,â he croaked, bringing you back into his embrace. You were shocked Jungkook was holding you so tightly. Did... Did he still care? Even after everything the King put him through because of you, did he still love you like he claimed to before? Your head was throbbing but you could feel him shaking as he gripped you.
âI-Iâm sorry,â you whispered, patting his back.
Soon enough though, Jungkook inhaled sharply and pulled back, holding you at arms length again. You tried to hide your disappointment. He was worried about you, it made your heart flutter slightly in your chest as you thought about him. Holding you tightly like this, always...
âDonât be so reckless,â he said, but instead of anger or annoyance you saw a different kind of pain on his face. He tried not to look at you instead choosing to look at the letter on the floor. âWhat did it say?â he asked.
âShe knows weâre working together. She knows that youâre here,â you explained.
âI see, that does put a bit of a wrench in our plans,â he said, rubbing his neck. âHow are we supposed to find her now,â Jungkook said, looking at you with confusion.
âWe donât need to find her,â you whispered, looking at the letter on the floor. âSheâll come for me.â You said, biting your lip.
âWhat do you mean?â Jungkook asked, raising a brow.
âShe does all of this, because she knows it hurts me. She charmed the King, she did all of this to... To show me what I have and how easily she could take it from me.â
Jungkook sputtered. âWhat do you mean, she charmed the King? How could that filthy wretch-â you snapped your eyes to his in a glare and he stopped.
âThat filthy wretch is my little sister, regardless of her actions. That doesnât change that fact... No matter how much she wishes it would,â she said, frowning.
âWhat happened? Why are you two so different?â Jungkook asked, coming closer. âOr are you the same and youâre just using me-â
âJungkook, Iâm not on her side. I just... I want to protect her, even if itâs from herself. Sheâs so hurt over the loss of our mother... a loss that I caused,â you said, quietly.
âWhat? You-You killed your mother?â he asked, eyes wide with fear.
âIt wasnât on purpose,â you said, tears catching on your lashes. âIt was an accident. I-I wasnât ready for the spell but I wanted to try, my mother got in the way so she absorbed the spell... that way it didnât kill me instead...â you stated.
Jungkook was silent for a moment.
âHow did you get your magic?â he asked. You didnât want to hide anything from him anymore. So, you opened the dark recesses of your mind and told him. Everything.
âI was born in a village in the North. It was called Dialade, my mother was an honest woman. Married to a farmerâs son. There was nothing special about us. Except... My mother was a witch. She practiced all kinds of magic, healing magic, defensive spells, runes. All of it. But, my father died of an illness and she ran off with the bakerâs son. He said heâd take care of us. He treated me as his own. But when Anna was born, mom... she changed. She became obsessed with us getting magic as well. Annaâs father didnât approve of us having magic. They argued and she took us, leaving him and everything behind... But, her mind was already made up. We would have magic, whether we wanted it or not,â you explained.
âHow did you get your magic?â he repeated his question.
âIt was a dark night in the fall. All hallows eve. Itâs the time when young children can be tested for their aptitude at magic. My sister had an abnormal aptitude for defensive spells and runes. While I had more of a knack for charms and potions. My mother wanted us to be strong, so she decided to offer up our fertility to the Goddess of the Hunt, Artemis. She accepted our motherâs terms and my sister and I would be barren, but we would be strong. Powerful. Exactly what she wanted,â you sighed.
âI-Is there any way to reverse it?â Jungkook asked, hoping you didnât get to the root of his question.
Would you ever be able to have children?
âAs far as I know, once a deal is struck with the Gods or Goddesses it is final. To ask for it back could be seen as defiance against them, and you really donât want a scorned God on your tail,â you explained.
Jungkook swallowed hard. âI canât imagine how hard that mustâve been,â he said.
âIt wasnât, at first. I didnât care, because I was young and naive. I thought that power would bring me everything I wanted. But, when I started watching my friends die. My own family members, and I stayed the same... It broke my heart. I didnât understand why my mother would do this to us, just for power? Not even for her, but for us?â You sighed. âBut it was all she had to offer us. Immortality and power, something she probably wishes she couldâve had. But, magic comes with a price. It always has and always will. My mother never told me how she received her magic...â
Jungkook was shocked. But he kept his face neutral.
âAnyways, when my mother died, Anna blamed me. Saying I shouldâve been able to control myself, that I shouldnât have done it if I wasnât able to handle that kind of power. Iâve been hiding from her for three hundred years. So, Iâve had to move around a lot,â you said, rubbing your arms. âMy wards and cloaking spells only work for so long. Eventually she can sense my magic and... and sheâll track me down and kill me,â you said.
âAnd youâre just going to let her?â Jungkook said, face morphing into frustration.
âI donât have much to live for, Jungkook. Iâm tired, I can give you an opportunity. Sheâll be more focused on killing me than you, use that and kill her. If I live, okay, if I die, oh well,â you sighed, adjusting so you could sit up a bit better.
âYou expect me to use you? As bait?â he clarified, like the idea was repulsive to him.
âItâs probably the only chance youâre going to get, I can hold her off long enough for you to get a clear shot at her,â you said. âIf sheâs back and sheâs dangerous? Then we need to stop her before she gains more power.â
âWith your life as collateral?â Jungkookâs voice rose in volume.
âIf thatâs what it takes, Jungkook. Then Iâll do it, the alternative isnât an option for me,â you said, moving to stand up. But Jungkook grabbed your wrist, freezing you.
âWhat if this isnât an option for me either?â he said.
You swallowed hard. Fuck, you wanted to kiss him to hold him... You wanted it so so badly. But you couldnât allow it. If you gave in now, youâd never let him go. And he deserves to have someone who can give him what he wants. A partner who isnât constantly on the run, a partner who can give him children if they want, someone who isnât scared to love him back...
âJungkook, if there is a chance of killing her we need to take it. That hex on the letter wasnât even a hair of the power sheâs capable of. I underestimated her, and if you do the same thereâs nothing I can do to protect you,â you warned.
Jungkookâs face turned stony. You swallowed, keeping your gaze fixed on him. He tongued his cheek in frustration, but it usually wasnât directed at you... He was upset, but he wasnât thinking about this logically!
âThen donât worry about protecting me,â he said, voice dark. âI donât have anything to live for either, Y/N. The King was ready to kill me for being involved with you, the Prince is the only reason he didnât. He said you charmed me, you put a spell on me to make me say the things I did. He made me lie, all because... because I said that I was in love with you,â he said. âThe King wonât forget that, neither will the Prince. They may reinstate me, they may give me all the rights I had before... But their faith in me isnât what it once was, I refuse to follow them blindly any longer... And no woman will want a man who bedded a witch,â he winced, like the words hadnât been said in a nice manner previously.
âThe world is bigger than this Kingdom, Jungkook,â you said. âAnd certainly bigger than me and my little hut-â
âThat never mattered to me,â he said.
You sighed and rubbed your forehead. âI canât keep doing this... I canât, Jungkook. I want to keep you safe and protect you, but-â
âBut what? I told you I donât need you to protect me, thereâs nothing for me here. I wonât lie to the King or the Prince, nor will I lie for them. You donât love me, you claim there to be no future for us, so... I have nothing to lose,â he said, eyes conveying his broken heart.
An orphan boy turned into the Captain of the Royal Guard for the Kingdom. Only to find love in the one woman he could never have. Does he lie to the Royal family? Does he lie to you? Or to himself?
When can he finally lay his burdens down and breathe?
âThatâs not fair,â you said, voice cracking with emotion. âI never said I didnât love you... I only told you the truth, we canât be together, Jungkook. No matter how badly I want it...â
âWhy not?â he pleaded, leaning his forehead on yours. âWhy canât we be together? Isnât there a way? Some way for us to be together? We donât have to have children, we donât have to get married... If all I get at the end of the day is you in my arms then thatâs all I want... I donât need anything else, or anyone else...â
You let out a soft whimper, tears falling freely down your face.
âYou should hate me, Jungkook. I took everything from you. I played with your heart, you were tortured because of me. You had a life before me, you had friends and-â
âThey donât know you, they donât know and they donât care to learn about something or someone they could never understand. But I will. Iâll wake up every day and look forward to learning something new about you. You gave me so much more than that life ever could. Walking into the barracks, exhausted and beaten after a day of training. Patrols that went on for hours and hours, the only thing that would stave off the boredom was the thought of you... Your smile, your eyes, the way youâd wake me up by playing with my hair. The way you touched me, the way I would touch you,â he said, moving to wipe your tears.
Your heart was hammering in your chest, his lips were so pretty. And the words he said were far more potent than any love potion you couldâve made. You wanted him... Youâd be haunted by him for centuries, if you lived that long. Everything in you wanted him. If this wasnât love, then you were frightened for what true love would be like...
What is love if not this?
Wanting to protect him, to keep him safe... Even from you.
âJungkook,â you breathed, leaning forward despite yourself.
âY/N...â he said, voice soft as your lips were a moment away from each other.
All the candles in your hut went out.
A dreadful chill ran down your spine at the icy presence that crawled over your skin.
She was here...
âGet behind me,â you said. Jungkook jumped over your bed and stood next to you, as you tried to stand up.
âY/N, you can barely stand-â
âYou heard me, now move aside,â you growled, voice darker than heâd ever heard it. Jungkook didnât argue, he just got behind you and helped you up.
âAnna, you donât have to hide, you can come out. Iâm your older sister and youâll respect me in my own home,â you huffed, licking your lips to hide your obvious anxiety.
In the front doorway, her visage appeared. She was just as beautiful as she had been the last time you saw her. She resembled your mother so much, it almost hurt. But, you swallowed hard and looked at her firmly. Even if your hands trembled behind your skirt.
âWell, it seems that you can still sense me,â she sighed, voice almost annoyed.
âIâll always be able to, Anna, we get our magic from the same Goddess,â you said.
âI didnât come here for a lecture, Y/N,â her eyes flashed crimson, a warning of the power she could unleash at a moment's notice if needed.
You inhaled sharply, she hadnât played fairly at all. She knew youâd be able to dispel that hex sheâd used on you from the letter. But it would make you weaker, and now sheâd have the opportunity to do whatever she wanted.
Because youâd protect Jungkook with everything you had.
Even if it killed you.
Which it probably would.
âWhat do you want, Anna?â you asked, even though you knew the answer very well.
She scoffed, face turning disgusted. âWhat do I want?â she laughed, a strained and maniacal sound, nothing like the joyous laughter that had filled your younger years in the grotto.
Suddenly, she was in front of you with her fingers damn near crushing your windpipe. She grabbed you and threw you through your front door, splintering the wood as you landed in a heap outside. The beautiful morning had turned stormy, no doubt her doing.
You heard Jungkook scream for you, and you stood up shakily. But you tapped into your power and felt a push in your body that had you standing with a stronger stance.
Anna chuckled, you could hear it in your head.
With Jungkook in tow you watched as she dragged him out to the front of your hut, throwing him on the ground harshly. You winced for him, but kept your pace even as you approached him, hand smoothing down his arm to help him up.
Anna snickered, watching you worry for the guard that had stolen your heart.
âHow pathetic of you, sister,â she said, twirling some of her hair around her finger. âI never pegged you for the type to fall in love with a human. A guard no less, someone who could be killed for even knowing you. Youâre far more brutal than I remember.â
Her voice held no humor, but the look on her face revealed her amusement.
âIf youâve come to kill me, then just do it, Anna,â you scowled, eyes turning fierce. âBut I wonât let you torture him. I wonât let you hurt him while Iâm still alive,â you said.
Jungkookâs hand shot to your wrist as you tried to stand up. âPlease, donât...â he begged.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered, prying your arm from his grasp as you approached your sister. âIf I let you kill me, do you promise not to hurt him?â
Annaâs head tilted, looking like a puppy who was confused. But her eyes were much darker, swirling with something other than the magic youâd been gifted.
âWhat have you done, Anna?â you asked, noticing the markings on her arms more clearly now. âDo you have any idea what dark magic like this can do to your mind? What it can do to your soul and your body?!â
Anna scoffed. âI donât think youâre in any position to be the righteous one here,â she warned, her voice turning far darker than it should.
âI may not,â you admitted. âBut Iâm still your sister, I still care-â
She growled before throwing a bolt of energy at you directly, quickly you diffused it but your shock was evident on your face. âDonât you dare claim that you still love me, that you care for me,â she spat, throwing another bolt of magic at you. This one much stronger than the last, you blocked it with a simple ward but the message was clear.
âYou left me!â she screamed.
Jungkook looked between the two of you, heart pounding in his chest.
âI couldnât watch you anymore Anna!â you yelled back. âLosing mom hurt me too, donât think I donât have any guilt over it because I do!â
You felt the tears in your eyes, but you fought them back.
âYou became obsessed with finding a way to bring her back, using black magic, using rituals that were dangerous! You were stealing bodies! Experimenting on peopleâs loved ones to try and find a way to bring her back, but Anna... You forget that you still had me! You forgot that I lost my mother too. I couldnât bear the thought of her coming back to see what weâd done. It breaks our vow to the Goddess, weâd lose our magic if we did that. And we might not survive it! Anna, you need to think. This isnât worth it,â you said, heart aching for her and for yourself.
âWe can make a vow to a new goddess to a new power. Iâve researched it, Y/N, we need both of our blood to make it work! If you give me your blood we can revive our mother. Youâd be so powerful, no one would dare take your guard from you. Heâd be all yours, we could turn him too! He could be like us and-â
âNo!â you screamed at her. âI couldnât live with myself if I forced him into this life, look what it did to us Anna. Look what magic has done to us, you hate me and I killed our mother,â you cried.
âYou shouldnât have done a spell you werenât ready for. That is your fault, and no one else's,â she said harshly.
âYou think I donât know that?â you scoffed, confused at her statement. âI never claimed it to be anyone elseâs fault but mine, Anna.â
She approached you, a dagger in her hand. âYou are weak! You claim youâve done wrong but you refuse to do anything to fix it! You can remedy what youâve done, just help me bring her back and all will be forgiven-â
âNo Anna, it wonât be,â you said, raising a dagger of your own. You aimed it at her and placed a basic defensive spell on yourself. âIf you need my blood for that ritual youâll have to take it as it pours out of my dead body. I wonât give it to you willingly,â you said. âAnd you will have to explain to your mother why you had to kill me in order to bring her back. Do you think that would make her happy? Do you think that us fighting to the death would bring her any kind of joy?â
âThatâs not fair!â she screamed, slicing at you with a staggering amount of force. The metal of your daggerâs clanged loudly in the air as she tried to swipe at you again. You managed to block it, but just barely.
âYou only think of what will satisfy you in the moment!â you warned. âYou never think of the consequences of your actions! What happens when my death doesnât bring the gratification you want? What happens if I die and our mother is revived but wonât speak to you because of my death!? Is that a life you want for yourself?â
Anna snarled, sending you flying with a painful jolt of electricity. You hit the ground hard, the wind knocking from your lungs as you struggled to breath.
Footsteps approached you. Your mind was swirling but you managed to sit up as Jungkook made it to you. Sheâd launched you damn near twenty yards.
âY/N!â he said, holding your shoulders. âCan you hear me?â
âMove!â you gasped, shoving him to the side as another shot of electricity rang through the air. Damn near hitting Jungkook square in the back. Your eyes locked on your sister, smirking as if sheâd just done something clever.
âYouâre willing to die, but you wonât let the little vermin get hurt? How noble of you, Y/N,â she sneered.
You climbed to your feet, heading towards her with purpose. You sent out a shock of your own, which she deflected quickly. Another. And again and again until you were maybe twenty five feet from her.
âYou will not touch him,â you growled, picking up your dagger that youâd dropped when she hit you.
âWhat makes you so sure, hm?â she smirked.
You sent a stream of fire at her, one she narrowly avoided.
âBecause Iâll either kill you first, or die trying. And if Iâm dead, you have no reason to hurt him,â you said.
âJust because youâre dead doesnât mean heâs safe,â she said, eyes narrowing at you. âIâd like to see the torture on his pretty face as you lay dying in front of him...â
You winced at her voice. âYouâve changed... I donât know what exactly you tampered with, Anna. But youâre not the same, and you never will be. Iâm sorry I left you, Iâm sorry I wasnât strong enough for both of us. But this is enough,â you said.
âI hardly think it is,â she said, sending a bolt of energy at you again. This one sharp as a knife, and you felt it.
You gripped your side, pulling your hand back to reveal scarlet blood staining your hand. You winced as you applied pressure, it wouldnât slow you down. You wouldnât let it.
âHurts? Use some magic to heal yourself then, little apothecary! If youâd trained with me, if youâd stayed youâd be just as powerful as I am now! Perhaps more so, but you didnât! You hid yourself away and became lazy, making potions and ointments for people whose days are numbered anyways! Do you enjoy giving the terminally ill hope? When you know theyâll die come winter? Well, I guess they do say kill them with kindness...â
You were appalled by her words. Helping those who didnât have much time left wasnât a waste, it wasnât unkind. You gave them time to be with the ones they loved, you helped ease the ache of their passing. It wasnât weak to help those who couldnât help themselves, and it wasnât a waste of time either.
With an angry cry you shot more energy at her, one that was more accurate than the others.
She deflected your attack but just barely, she was probably hoping you wouldnât fight back. At least, not this hard.
Your wound ached, and your body was tired. You didnât have the stamina to keep this up. With a pained expression you launched another bolt, and another and another. Each one weaker than the last, she dispelled them all easily and with a smug look on her face.
âYouâre pathetic, Y/N!â she laughed at you. âYou canât protect yourself, and you canât protect that handsome guard of yours either.â
You could feel the cold sweat trickling down your back. âMaybe not,â you panted, voice weak. âBut I wonât stop.â
Another sharp pain erupted from your shoulder. Sheâd done it so quickly you hadnât even noticed. Either that, or the exhaustion from being hexed then over using your magic was starting to catch up with you. You felt the blood seeping into your sleeve but you raised your hand and sent a large blast of energy her way. One she wouldnât be able to avoid, sheâd have to either protect herself or move back.
You watched her throw up a ward to protect herself, even though she got pushed back about fifty feet. Your head throbbed and you felt your knees starting to buckle. But at the last moment, you managed to steady yourself.
âImpressive,â your sister laughed, levitating her way towards you. âBut unfortunately for you, itâs not enough!â
With a large wave of her hand you felt the ground beneath you shudder. Your eyes quickly looked for Jungkook. He was still where youâd left him, but his feet were wobbly like yours were with the trembling.
âRun! Get out of here!â you screamed at him, but you left your back wide open.
âY/N! Watch out-â
Jungkook tried to warn you but your sister was faster.
The dagger plunged into your back.
You didnât feel anything for a moment, only shock as a ringing took over in your ears.
Your vision jolted and you realized youâd fallen to your knees.
Jungkook was closer now, he was running to you.
When you started to fall forward he grabbed you, pulling you into his chest desperately. âY/N, easy, breathe... Hey, keep your eyes open, focus on me!â
He looked at the dagger wound in your back and swallowed hard. It oozed blood and you were panting against his neck. âLook at me,â he begged, pulling you up so he could see your face.
Your pretty lips were dry, your brow was sweaty and you were trembling in his grasp.
âK-Kook,â you croaked.
His eyes ran over your body, your shoulder was cut badly and it was also bleeding. When he tried to adjust you in his arms he found another slash in your side. There were too many wounds and all of them were bleeding badly.
âIâm here, baby, Iâm right here,â he promised, brushing your hair from your face.
âI-Iâm sorry,â you said, mind reeling at the pain.
Jungkook shook his head, placing his hand on your back to apply some pressure. He could feel your blood leaking past his fingers as he tried in vain to save you.
âDonât be sorry... You have nothing to be sorry for,â he said, eyes filling with tears.
âI should have loved you more,â you said, eyes drooping. âI shouldn't... have held back... I shouldâve shown you,â you swallowed hard, thumb rubbing his arm as he held you. Even when you were dying you tried to comfort him. âI shouldâve shown you how much I love you...â
âYou can, you will... Please, Y/N,â he cried, holding your neck to keep your head up.
You gave him a weary smile. âI really do... I really love you, Jungkook,â you whispered, raising a bloodied hand to hold his cheek.
âI love you too, I love you so much so please,â he begged. âPlease donât leave me...â
Your hand fell from his face and your eyes fell closed. Jungkookâs heart dropped into his stomach.
âNo!â he screamed, pulling your body closer. âPlease, please... Donât go, I love you so please... Please look at me, baby.â
His heart ached at the sight of you, battered and bruised in his arms. Tears fell down his cheeks rapidly as he cradled your body.
Your sister sighed, wiping her dagger off before approaching.
âGive her to me,â she demanded.
Jungkook shook his head, unable to speak as he held you tighter.
âGive me my sister or Iâll kill you too!â
âThen kill me!â he said, eyes fierce with agony. âI have nothing left to live for if sheâs gone. So, kill me... I donât want to be in a world without her.â
Anna scoffed, rolling her eyes. âYouâre so pathetic. Sheâd never want you to suffer, sheâd never want to see you cry. So, Iâm going to give you a little present,â she said with a smirk. âIâm going to take my sister and leave you alive. And, if you try to harm yourself or get someone to harm you? Theyâll die instead.â
Jungkookâs face twisted in pain.
âYouâre vile. Youâre cruel and twisted. If you think any parent would wish this for their child youâre delusional!â he screamed at her.
âYou-â she started to charge up another bolt of electricity, enough to stop his heart when the clearing became eerily quiet.
The chitter of the forest animals dropped out and left the space feeling uncomfortably empty.
The sky turned dark, even though the day had only begun mere hours before.
Jungkook had almost kissed you.
He wished heâd done it now... Now that heâd never get to do it again.
A soft light emerged from the treeline, as a pack of white wolves all trailed out from the forest. One after another until a tall and beautiful woman approached. Jungkook didnât know why he looked, but now he couldnât look away.
The woman was tall, lithe and appeared to be strong. She walked barefoot across the ground, walking towards them with a purpose. Jungkook instinctively pulled your body tighter, even though he knew he didnât need to...
The wolves flanked the woman as she walked. Anna was silent, watching in amazement as the creatures approached.
âAnnalise LeBlanche,â the woman said in a deep voice, halting just a few feet from where Jungkook sat with you.
âThat is me,â she said, watching the woman with shifty eyes.
âYou are the half sister of Y/N Y/L/N, correct?â she asked.
Anna grimmaced before nodding. âCorrect.â
The woman raised a brow at this. âThen why, pray tell, have you murdered your own kin? Why have you besmirched my name?â she said, voice dangerously calm.
âShe murdered our mother, I am trying to rectify that... I have a ritual that could solve the mistake-â
âMistake? There is no mistake, child. Your mother died protecting her child, your sister, from a magic she couldnât contain. There is honor in dying to protect your own. Just as there is disgrace in killing your own,â she said.
âY/N shouldnât have done that spell if she wasnât ready for it!â Anna argued. âShe didnât have to die! Y/N make a reckless decision and-â
âDo you remember why she did the spell, dear Annalise?â the woman asked.
âI... It hardly matters, what she did was wrong-â
âI am the Goddess Artemis,â she warned. âYou will not tell me what is wrong and what is right. You do not dictate those terms, I do,â she said.
The goddess approached Anna, grabbing her wrist and pulling her sleeves up her arms.
On her arms were several markings and scars. Artemis frowned and dropped her limbs in disgust.
âYou have marred your body with black magic, you have killed your own sister forcing judgment upon her that wasnât befit of you. The only one who may cast their judgment upon your sister is me.â
Artemis turned and saw Jungkook with your body. Heâd kept his grip on you, scared that if he dropped you for a moment youâd be gone and heâd be alone.
âMy pack will take you Annalise LeBlanche, you will work for your penance. I am stripping you of the magic I gifted you,â she turned and her eyes were glowing bright white. âYou will serve under me until I decide you are free to go to the afterlife. If I decide that,â she said darkly. Artemis turned her head to her wolves. âTake her to the moon baths, bathe her and rid her body of that black magic... She will not taint our pack with such atrocities.â
The wolves descended on Anna, maws wide as they growled at her.
âBest not to watch this part. Unfortunately to get her into spirit form, her mortal body must be killed,â Artemis said, turning back to Jungkook.
Jungkook winced, but turned away as he heard Anna screaming and the snapping of bones.
Soon, it was over and the wolves had disappeared, as well as Annaâs remains.
Jungkook swallowed hard before making eye contact with the Goddess.
âKill me,â he begged her.
The Goddessâs eyes widened at his request, but softened when she saw who he was holding again. âYou ask me to kill you? Not to bring her back?â she clarified.
âI thought that could only be done with... with dark magic,â he said, face puffy from crying.
âFor those who arenât Gods, perhaps,â she said.
Jungkook bit his lip as he looked at you. âY-You can take her... Her soul was promised to you, right? Youâll... Youâll keep her safe wherever... wherever she is?â
Artemis looked at the young man and gave him a gentle smile. âHer soul was promised to me, yes,â she answered. Jungkook nodded, breathing in deeply so he could hand you over to her.
âThank you,â he said, looking at the Goddess. âSheâll be happy, wherever she is... Sheâll be free,â his voice cracked as he looked at your body. His hands were shaking and he was certain heâd still feel your blood underneath his nails well after heâd scrubbed himself clean.
The Goddess raised a brow at him, tilting her head. âI donât think sheâd be happy,â she said. âWhether she was free or not...â
âWhat do you mean?â he asked.
Artemis rose to her feet, looking at your body and then to Jungkook with a determined look in her eyes. âMake an oath to her,â she said. âSwear your love will remain true. No matter how long, how far you may travel... Swear you wonât love another,â she said.
âI swear,â Jungkook said without hesitation.
Artemis chuckled softly. âIf you prove yourself worthy, I will relinquish her back to you,â she said.
âY-You mean, sheâll be back? We could be together?â he asked.
âYes, child. If you prove yourself worthy enough, I will see to it you will be together if that is what you both truly desire.â
Jungkook looked down at you and then up to the Goddess.
âI swear, I will remain true,â he said, voice unwavering and his heart was soothed at the thought of you two being together in the future.
âThen it shall be.â
--
Days turned to weeks.
Weeks turned to months.
And soon, it had been almost three years since your passing.
Jungkook turned away from his Kingdom. The King and the Prince wanted to reward him for destroying the witches. But he merely asked for enough to travel out of the land. He turned down the offer of his former position, albeit respectfully.
And now?
He lived in a small hut in the woods, much like you had for years.
He wasnât in complete isolation.
There was a small village that he was able to trade with here and there, and he did mercenary work on the side to give him some money.
Temptations had come, but when he thought of you? The life you two could have together?
Nothing was worth risking that happiness for the both of you.
His heart never changed.
It was a cool autumn night as he rode his horse back from the village after having a few drinks in the tavern with the barkeep's son, Jimin. He was a good man, a bit older than him and an incorrigible flirt, but Jungkook managed to direct his flirting to a pretty maiden that had been eyeing him for two months at this point.
He smiled when he thought of the two of them together. She was kind and gentle, something that would do Jimin some good.
When he got back to his small home, he tied his horse in the stable and set out some feed so he wouldnât be hungry. Jungkook gave him a few strong pats before turning to head back in when the night became darker.
Jungkook grabbed the handle of his sword, ready to fight when a soothing voice called for him.
Hesitantly, he walked out of the stable and into the small clearing next to the hut.
Bright white wolves walked out from the treeline, much like they had those years ago. His heart hammered in his chest as he watched them file out one after the other.
The Goddess Artemis walked out from the trees with a calm look on her face. Jungkook jogged to approach her until he was roughly twenty feet away when he kneeled down with his head low before her.
âGoddess, I am humbled by your presence,â he said, voice soft.
Artemis chuckled softly before speaking. âRise, Jungkook, you do not need to bow to me,â she said kindly.
Jungkook rose as instructed before giving her a kind smile. âYou look well...â
Artemis snorted and Jungkook seemed surprised that the Goddess could make such a noise. âI am an immortal being, I hope I would look âwellâ, as you put it,â she said with a teasing smile on her face. âAnd you Jeon Jungkook? Youâre a long way from your Kingdom.â
Jungkook sighed. âThat Kingdom was not home for me. I could not be myself there, so I left. Looking for a place to become who I am meant to be,â he said.
Artemis nodded thoughtfully. âYou didnât fail,â she said. âNo earthly temptation won your heart, nor did any man or woman... Even though you couldâve given up, you didnât. There was no punishment if youâd failed,â she said.
âIâd have to disagree...â Jungkook said. âLiving without Y/N for the rest of my life would be a punishment.â
Artemis chuckled. âSome wouldnât view it in such a way, but I can see your point,â she said.
âGoddess,â Jungkook said, voice soft. âWhy have you come tonight?â
The Goddess smiled before answering. âI said that I would see to it that you and Y/N would be together if it was what you both truly wanted and if you remained faithful to her. I am a Goddess of my word, so I have come to reunite you two.â
Jungkookâs heart stuttered in his chest.
âR-Reunite us?â he asked, breathless at the thought of seeing you again.
âYes,â she agreed. âIf that is your wish, I already know what hers is.â
âPlease,â he said. âI-If sheâll have me then thereâs nothing Iâd want more.â
Artemis gave him a tender smile. âY/N?â she called, turning her head back to the forest.
You walked out, dressed in a beautiful white cloak with gold embellishments while dressed in a simple gray dress. You had the hood up as you approached the Goddess and Jungkook.
Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest.
Had it really been three years since youâd seen him last?
Jungkook fought against every ounce of his being as you walked to your Goddess. She smiled at you before she lowered the hood and kissed your forehead.
âMay the moon light your path as you walk forward in this life. May you be blessed with a happy home, good health,â her eyes flickered to Jungkook, âand a family of your own.â
You smiled up at her. âThank you, Goddess,â you breathed.
âI am happy for you,â she said. âHeâs very handsome. Make a lot of children, yes? Theyâll be pretty just like you two!â
You flushed and hid your face in your hands in embarrassment.
âThank you Goddess,â you said before dropping your hands.
âYou are welcome,â she said. âNow go, this is my favorite part.â
Without another moment of hesitation you turned to Jungkook. He stood still, waiting for you to come to him first.
Quickly, you rushed towards him. He opened his arms as you slammed into him, hands winding their way behind him as you held his head in your hands. Tears blurred your vision as you looked at him.
âY/N...â he croaked, clutching you to him.
âKook...â you said, feeling like you could finally breathe after so long apart.
âOh my love,â he said, kissing your temple sweetly. âIâve missed you so... so much.â
âMe too,â you said, pulling his lips against yours desperately. Jungkook returned your passion in kind, strong arms wrapping around your body.
âNever leave me like that again,â he begged. âI wonât survive without you...â
You smiled, before kissing him again. Your lips slotted over one another quickly. Your kiss was passionate and soothing. The ache of being apart slowly ebbing away until there was nothing but the memory of pain.
âI wonât leave,â you promised, arms wrapped around his neck.
Jungkook smiled before hugging you tight again. You sighed happily into his neck. He was much stronger than he was the last time heâd held you. Heâd also gotten older, he was barely twenty one when youâd first met. Now, heâs twenty five...
And heâs just as handsome as he was when youâd been separated. If not more so. His jaw was sharp, his lips still soft and pliant under yours, and his body wrapped around yours perfectly.
âWill you marry me now? Will you be my wife now?â he asked, eyes pleading. âOf course if you really donât want to still I understand but-â
You shut him up with a kiss. âYes,â you said. âIâll be your wife.â
Jungkookâs heart couldâve burst with joy in that moment.
âW-Will you still live longer than me?â he asked. âI donât want you to be unhappy, I donât-â
You shushed him. He gave you a pout for interrupting him a second time but you just smiled. âJungkook, Iâm mortal. I will age and die just as you will. Although, I still have some magic. And I still have knowledge of all my plants... Is there a town nearby thatâs in need of medicinal remedies?â you chuckled.
Jungkook smiled and nodded. âYes, and theyâll love you,â he said, brushing your hair away from your face.
âIâm hard to resist,â you teased.
âI wonât resist, Iâll give myself to you fully and without restraint forever,â he promised, kissing you.
You smiled into his kiss, mind swirling with joy and happiness and thoughts of your future together.
âIs this your home?â you asked finally, when you managed to pull away from each other.
Jungkook nodded, a soft blush creeping over his features as you looked at it. He pulled you inside and you found yourself smiling at everything inside. There were soft sheets and a large bed in a side room, another two empty rooms that hadnât been touched. A small kitchen and a nice place to curl up by the fire greeted you.
âItâs very nice, Jungkook,â you said with a soft gaze.
âIt was abandoned. I had to build half of it all over again,â he chuckled. âBut it was worth it, because I knew it wouldnât be abandoned anymore... Especially if you returned while I was here...â
âOh? You thought of me while making a home?â you said, poking his red cheek.
âOf course I did,â he huffed, hiding his face in your neck with embarrassment. You laughed softly until he moved his head enough to get his lips on your neck.
A quiet gasp left your mouth as you felt his eager lips touching you.
âJungkook...â you said, leaning against him more.
Quickly, he unlatched your cloak and carefully draped it over the chair near the door. He grabbed you and turned you to face him, taking your jaw in his hand before pressing his lips to yours passionately. You moaned in surprise but held him tighter. Jungkook backed you up until you were falling into his bed.
You looked up at him as he crawled on top of you, his mouth already descending again to kiss you. You held his face as he kissed you again and again. His mouth was soft, lips just as sweet as the last time youâd kissed him.
âD-Do we need to be careful?â he asked, resting his forehead on yours.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, raising a brow at him.
âA-Are you still infertile or do we need to be careful?â he asked, looking at you.
You gave him a kind smile, hands running underneath his shirt as you touched his warm stomach and chest. He shivered at the contact, but was waiting for your answer.
âI am not infertile,â you said. âBut, we donât need to be careful. If you want to wait then there is a spell I know but-â
âYou want a child?â he asked, holding your face so he could look you in the eyes.
âYes,â you smiled, blinking slowly in the candle light. âIf itâs with you then I want several children.â
Jungkook wanted to cry, he thought he might for a moment. The certainty on your face as you told him this made his heart throb with love for you.
âThen I will give you as many as you want,â he promised, kissing you deeply.
You lost yourself in his kiss, nipping at his lower lip to gain access to his mouth. He let out a soft gasp and you quickly slipped your tongue inside to curl against his. Jungkook moaned in your kiss, leaning himself on one arm while the other reached to grab your chest.
A soft groan escaped the both of you as he groped your breasts. âKook, baby, please,â you whined before he captured your lips in another messy kiss. He growled when you tried to move away from him to beg again.
âI havenât gotten to kiss you in damn near three years,â he said, breaths coming in short pants across your wet lips. âDonât be impatient. We have our whole lives, we have years of love to give each other. Let me kiss you just a bit longer. Then Iâll touch you,â he promised.
You huffed but nodded, accepting his mouth against yours again.
A feeling settled in your chest.
It wasnât the longing youâd felt for centuries, no... You finally felt complete. As if you were at peace. Jungkook was your home, your peace and tranquility. There was an overwhelming feeling of love in your chest.
The past year without him had been extremely difficult. Youâd waited and waited for Artemis to agree that he was ready. Youâd seen him cry at night while he was alone, missing you. Youâd wanted to wrap your arms around him, tell him you were there and that you loved him.
âJungkook,â you breathed when he finally released your lips in favor of nipping at your neck.
âYes?â he asked, sucking gently on your earlobe in a way that made your squirm.
âI love you,â you said, gripping his shoulders.
He froze, and for a moment youâd wondered if it was too much when he brought his lips back to yours desperately. âMe too,â he said while trying to keep kissing you. âI love you too...â
âTouch me,â you pleaded, tugging on his shirt. âI want you to touch me...â
Jungkook couldnât hold back anymore.
With a nod he grabbed his shirt and tossed it aside before he moved to push your dress up. You eagerly complied, lifting your hips so he could push your clothes up far enough to get to your center.
He placed soft kisses along your stomach before you were sitting up and disrupting his course. He whined at you, ready to complain when you threw the dress off and onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around him again, smiling when his lips descended to your breasts immediately.
âSorry-ah!â you cried when he wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking gently. âFuck...â
Jungkook ran his tongue around your peak with urgency. You moaned his name loudly, back arching a bit to press closer to him. He wrapped his hand around your other breast and ran his thumb over your nipple in a way that had you clenching your thighs.
âYes,â you gasped. âThat feels so good, fuck!â
He smiled before leaving your breasts and trailing his lips down to your center that was covered with a simple pair of white panties. Jungkook hooked his fingers in them before looking to you again for permission. You nodded quickly and he pulled them down your legs and left you completely bare for him.
You spread your legs so he could move between them. He wrapped his arms around your thighs as he pulled you closer to his face. Jungkook sucked small kisses into the soft flesh of your inner thigh with a smug look on his face when you cried out for him.
âSo wet,â he huffed as his eyes watched your glistening core.
âAll for you baby, want your perfect mouth on my cunt,â you panted.
Jungkook growled before kissing your clit. You reacted strongly, although to be fair you hadnât had any action like this in three years. His tongue was demanding right off the bat. He gave firm licks to your core, gathering as much of your slick on his tongue as he could. Jungkook clutched your legs as he devoured your cunt.
âMmm-ah~ Jungkook! Baby,â you cried, hands tangling into his now long hair to reveal his frowning face. But you knew that look was only when he was focused, or eating something good-
âYou taste fucking incredible, I could live with my tongue in this cunt for the rest of my life... In fact, I might just,â he said before diving back in for more.
His nasty words made you clench desperately around nothing and Jungkook chuckled as he felt your hole throb with need for him. Another round of firm licks hit you and had your back arching into the pleasure that was thrumming through your veins.
âAhh! Fuck, Jungkook, more... please baby,â you said, voice trembling in utter bliss.
He knew exactly where to touch you, he knew your body in ways you never could and he used it to his advantage.
âWant to taste your cum,â he said, sucking your clit into his mouth and tonguing it in a pattern that had stars blinding your vision.
âK-Keep doing that and you will,â you cried, hand clawing the pillow behind you while the other tugged on his hair in the way he loved. It always made him rut into the mattress in your small home in the forest. Your actions proved to still work wonders on the younger man as you saw his hips jolt at your eager pulling.
âHarder,â he whined when you gave a particularly sharp tug on his hair that had him humping the bed softly.
âI donât want you to cum in your pants,â you smiled teasingly. âI want you to cum inside me, if I pull harder you might just spill your load on the bed-oh!â
You yelped when he growled and sucked your clit so hard you were thrown into an orgasm you werenât prepared for. Your thighs shook as you struggled to breathe. Jungkook eased you through your climax gently, licking your slick much softer than before and rubbing soothing thumbs into your skin. Your heart was hammering in your chest and your vision was blurred from the intensity of your orgasm. The pleasure bringing tears into your eyes.
âHoly shit,â you said, voice weak and trembling in shock.
âFeel good?â he checked in, making sure you were still okay.
You nodded eagerly, pulling his face from between your legs to your mouth for a kiss that could barely be classified as one. Your tongues were intertwining and licking over each other as you tasted yourself on him and he felt your sweet muscle dip from his lips and lick wet kisses along his jawline.
His lips and chin were covered in your saliva but he couldnât care one bit. You ran your hands up and over his shoulders and down his back, dragging your nails across his skin while you kissed his jaw and nipped at his earlobe. Jungkookâs cock was throbbing in his pants and he wanted to skip the pretense and just fuck you stupid into the mattress.
But he was far too romantic, he wanted to be gentle... to show you how much he loved you. How much he wanted-needed you.
âPlease,â he croaked out, hand on your waist. âI want to be inside you, please, want to love you,â he said, turning to capture your impish lips that had been torturing his skin without regard to how much it fucked him up.
âOkay.â
You gasped for air when Jungkook pressed you into the mattress before he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes before joining you back on the bed. His lips met yours lovingly, gentle and soft pecks as he laid you back. Your eyes glowed in the soft light of the room. Youâd done a small spell to light the candles in the room, you didnât want to miss a single moment of this as you two finally got to make love to each other after so long.
âJungkook,â you breathed against his mouth.
âYes baby? Are you okay?â he asked, running his hands down your arms before squeezing your hands with his.
âYeah,â you nodded, intertwining your fingers together with one hand while the other snuck up his neck and held his cheek. âI just love you, Iâm glad to be here with you...â
Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as he leaned against your hand, his breaths hitting your wrist in soft puffs of air.
âIâm glad too,â he said through his voice cracking. âWhen I saw your sister stab you and you fell into my arms I-â he choked up. âI was so scared, and when you stopped breathing... Fuck Y/N, never do that to me again. Please, I canât take it,â he said, opening his eyes as tears fell down his cheeks.
You immediately sat up to hold Jungkook tight in your embrace. He cried into your neck as you kissed his shoulder to soothe him. It didnât take him long to calm down, but he looked at you and sniffled and rubbed his nose cutely.
âSorry, I donât mean to kill the mood,â he said.
With a sharp shake of your head you kissed him again. âThe mood is most certainly not killed for me,â you reached in between the two of you and squeezed his cock firmly. Jungkook grunted before his hips gave a sharp jut towards your soft and warm palm. âDoesnât seem to be for you either...â
Jungkook reached and pushed your hand away so he could pump himself as he kissed you once more. âLay back, spread your legs,â he encouraged.
You did as he asked, laying back into the pillows and warm blankets while spreading your legs happily for him. Jungkook shuffled forward on his knees as he brought two fingers to your entrance. With a gentle push he sank them into your wet core. You moaned as your head tipped back, hands gripping the sheets.
âFuck youâre so god damned tight,â he said, voice strained.
âMore~â you mewled, rutting your hips to take his fingers deeper. But it wasnât enough, you wanted his cock. âPlease... just go slow, but-you can put it in. I want you too,â you said, grabbing his arms.
âAre you sure? I donât want to hurt you my love,â he said, looking up at you for confirmation.
âItâs okay,â you said, locking eyes with him. âPlease baby, put it in, I want you so much.â
Jungkook didnât need anymore prompting as he slowly sunk inside you. With a sharp inhale you wrapped your arms around his neck for comfort. It stung and the sensation wasnât exactly pleasant for a moment. Jungkook felt you tensing and kissed your throat to ease the pain.
âMy sweet girl, my precious girl,â he encouraged. âTaking me so well, I love you, baby,â he cooed.
âTouch me, Koo,â you pleaded. âNeed you...â
He nodded, kissing a few of his marks as he trailed his fingers to your clit as he shallowly thrusted to open you up more. âThatâs it pretty, thatâs a good baby,â he whispered.
âLove your touch, you-oh!â you were cut off with a deeper thrust inside of your snug heat. Jungkook let out a deep grunt against your throat.
âSo fuckinâ tight, god damn!â he snarled, pushing further inside you as you clawed at his back desperately.
âYes!â you screamed. âJung-kook!â
He growled at your whining voice. âRight here precious, always right here for you, gonna make you my wife,â he said darkly, like it was his greatest pride.
âWant to be your wife baby!â you whimpered. âIâll always be yours,â you promised, kissing his jaw to keep yourself grounded as he started pounding into you harder. It stung a bit but the pain egged you on. The sharp pleasure coursing deep and dark in your belly as Jungkook growled and grunted as his hips pistoned into yours.
âAnd Iâll always be yours,â he panted against your lips as he searched for your kiss, desperate for the comfort of your embrace.
âMy baby~â you called softly after his needy kiss. âLove you, love you so so much,â you hiccuped.
Jungkook nodded, acknowledging your emotions while trying not to be overwhelmed by his own. You knew how hard being away from him was, but you werenât alone the entire time. Being a part of Artemisâ huntresses for a small time keeping you busy not only physically but socially.
Your sweet lover, however, hadnât been as lucky as you.
The time was spent mostly on his own. The temptation of socializing with others too much to bear at times. So he kept to himself to avoid any chance of a future without you.
âBreathe Jungkookie, deep breaths,â you soothed, running your nails over his back gently.
He listened, slowing his frantic thrusts into deep, passionate rolls of his hips. The fluid and firm motion causing your vision to burst with stars.
âYes!â you cried, one arm draped around his neck and the other gripping the sheets. âYou feel so good,â you encouraged.
âYou too,â Jungkook huffed, kissing your collarbone as he tried to soothe himself with your skin.
You held his face so you could look him in the eyes. âI love you, itâs okay. Iâm here and I always will be,â you promised.
He caught a sob in his throat as he took in your devoted words. âI love you too,â he said, holding your waist as his pace increased once more. The urge to cum was getting harder to ignore.
âAh! Baby~â you whimpered. You could feel the beginnings of another release coming, but Jungkook seemed a little closer than you.
âF-Fuck, I canât hold it baby, Iâm sorry!â he growled, trying hard not to cum this fast.
You giggled softly, rubbing his shoulders to calm him. âItâs alright baby, you can cum. Itâs okay, I feel good just want your cum now baby... Donât make me wait my love please give me your cum, wanna make a pretty baby for you,â you whined, a mischievous smirk on your face.
He wanted to hold off, just to spite you for that smug look on your face. But fuck you felt so good, too good. He hadnât felt anything but his own fucking hand for nearly four fucking years. And being inside of you? Well, thatâs an entirely different story. You begging for his cum so you can have his baby? Game over...
âYou are such a needy little slut,â he warned, grabbing your lower jaw and throat with his entire hand. He applied a decent amount of pressure. Just enough to make your breathing shallow a touch.
âYes...â you agreed pathetically. âI am for you baby... only for you...â
Jungkookâs possessive little heart thudded at your words. He loved you so much, and when youâd gone and heâd had to be loyal to you, he did understand that Artemis never mentioned you being loyal in return.
He hadnât asked because in all honesty? He didnât want to know. He knew he hadnât been your first and that already made him annoyed at times. But, the idea of being your only one from here on out? He could forget anything else. You hadnât needed to prove anything, youâd died protecting him. So, in all honesty he was honored to wait for you, because being inside of you right now? He felt like a god damned King.
âI know darling,â he breathed against your lips. âSuch a good girl for me, loving me so well,â he praised.
Your skin practically glowed with his compliments and sweet words. As much as you could be a hell of a dom and toss him around like a fucking ragdoll, there were times where you were such a pillow princess and he couldnât get enough of it. Your sweet flushed face and sweaty hair line as he hovered over you, pounding you into the sheets.
âJungkook... Baby,â you called sweetly.
âIâm here,â he said, kissing your temple as he felt himself starting to slip into a trembling orgasm.
âCum, please, want it Jungkookie!â you begged.
He couldnât hold it back anymore as he filled you up, hips stuttering in their pace as he emptied himself inside you. âF-Fuck... shit baby,â he whined. âD-Donât clench, l-like that-ah!â he winced at your tight walls gripping him hard.
âSorry honey,â you panted. âW-Was almost there,â you said.
Jungkook immediately looked guilty. âAh, fuck. Iâm sorry Y/N, I shouldâve tried a little harder to hold off,â he sighed.
âNo, no no no,â you shook your head, forcing him to give you gentle pecks. âNot your fault, itâs okay. Iâve come before you several times before, itâs been a while and thatâs alright baby.â
âWanna get you there too,â he said, giving a soft thrust inside you to see how fast he could go again.
âYou will, itâs alright, I felt good, I still feel good,â you said, kissing him again.
âYou too, you feel so fucking good baby, god damn I love it,â he groaned, amazingly still hard inside you. âFuck, I think I can go right now, are you okay? Think you can take it?â
You nodded desperately, but you were pushing him up and away from you as you switched positions. âFrom behind, want you like this too,â you begged.
âYes, yes okay,â he agreed quickly, just wanting to be back inside you faster. He didnât really have to wait long, you curved your spine just right and he slipped in with a firm push of his hips. âMmm-ahhhh~â he whined out.
âSo big, mmm! Jungkookie! Baby, so big in my pussy, keep going... give me more of you my love,â you pleaded.
Jungkook answered you with soft growls of your name against your shoulder as he caged your body in with his. One arm wrapped around your lower stomach protectively. âTake my cock precious, wanna give you that baby you want so much... Need to be a good girl and take whatever I give you... love you so much,â he said softly, dropping the soft dom act for a moment. âReally do, Y/N, I love you so much.â
You wrapped your arm around his neck and gently tangled your fingers in his hair. âI know honey, youâve showed me. I believe you. Always will when you say it.â
âThank you,â he cried against your shoulder. âThank you for believing me...â
âThank you baby,â you said. âIâm proud to be worthy of your love Jungkook. I wasnât always so fortunate, Iâm glad I am now.â
âYouâve always been worthy,â Jungkook said softly. âI was just mad that you rejected me...â
You scoffed softly before gasping at his thrusts turning sharper. âWas so mad that you loved me, but you wouldnât let us be together. I wanted you more than anything else, but you were so stubborn... But, I know why-argh!â he growled softly at your clenching walls. âYou thought you were protecting me, and in a way you were... I didnât know what I wanted quite as much as I do now. Now that I know what itâs like not having you...â
âBaby, I wasnât-ah, ah!â you whined as you gripped his arm that was locked around your waist. âPlease fuck me harder baby... But-but I wasnât being fair either... I shouldâve asked you... I shouldâve been honest with myself... But I have you now... And I love you,â you moaned weakly.
Jungkook was now pushing into you quickly, each thrust inside of your walls hard and aggressive. âI love you too, Iâll say it until Iâm stupid...â
âA shame that wonât take too long,â you snarked. Your lover sat up in a flash as he sent a warning smack to your ass as he started forcing your hips back onto his cock as he fucked into you.
âDonât test me you brat,â he growled.
âGonna dom me now? Huh? Gonna make me take it like your bitch?â you challenged. Jungkook snapped at you.
âShut up!â he growled. âI only wanna hear you begging for more you greedy little bitch, if itâs not about wanting my cock then I donât want to hear it,â he said.
Your skin prickled in arousal. You knew the words werenât true. If you truly wanted to say you loved him then you could say it, he would pick up on your tone. But, he wanted you to worship his cock? Fine by you.
âUuunnnh!â you whined pathetically. âCock so thick inside me, yes! M-More baby,â you cried with raw need. âGive me your big cock, kookie! Wanna cum on it like a good bitch, aaah~â
Jungkook purred in appreciation of you playing into his kink. âYeah? Gonna cum all over my big cock? Mmmm, I want it baby, wanna see your pretty pussy creaming my thick dick,â he said, a certain level of pleading in his voice.
He really wanted to feel you cumming around his cock, even though he was close again. Your clenching was so fucking hard to ignore, not only that but you were so warm and wet too. Fuck, he would live inside your pussy if you allowed it. He was definitely getting you to sleep with his cock inside you sometime.
What was that called?
Cock warming?
Whatever it was, you were doing it. Or, he hoped you would.
Quite desperately really.
âC-Cumming baby, making me cum Jungkook! Please! Oh make me cum baby, love you so much please-oh!â
Your thighs tightened around his middle as your walls clamped down on him hard. You got even softer and wetter around him, making the glide in and out of you was that much slicker and creamier. âMmm-fuck,â he grunted. âSo pretty when you cum, love watching your pussy cream all over me... good girl, oooh fuck... Gonna make me cum too, uuuuhhhh good fucking girl baby,â he called, thrusting inside you with deeper and more frantic snaps of his hips. âBeg for my cum baby, beg me to cum inside this pretty pussy.â
You keened out in sensitivity but your hips bucked back towards him regardless. Your body knew what it wanted, it wanted Jungkook to cum inside. Wanted to feel him filling up your now fertile womb.
âWant it!â you cried, reaching behind you to grab his hips. âPlease please please, baby,â you begged. âGive it to me... please... give it to me I want you so much.â
âYes baby, right here, gonna cum for you,â he promised, feeling his hips stuttering as another hot load of his cum spilled inside of your eager pussy. âUggh,â he sighed, kissing your jaw with tender love bites mixed in. âSuch a good girl.â
âThank you, thank you my love,â you sighed, falling into the pillows after his arm left your lower stomach. Jungkook huffed as he watched a single dribble of cum fall on your ass.
He growled softly as he gripped your ass and spread you so he could watch his cum drip out of your swollen and wet pussy.
âFuck you look so pretty stuffed with my cum,â he praised. âGonna give you more in a minute, give me just a minute and Iâll fuck you full again,â he promised.
âItâs alright,â you chuckled softly. âI-I think I need a while before I can go again like that... Pussyâs senstive, cock too big,â you whined as you looked at him with a small pout.
âDonât be a brat about it,â he warned, smacking your ass as you gasped in surprise. âIf you act up Iâm gonna smack your ass red.â
You almost dared him, but when he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, you could feel the exhaustion creeping into your limbs. âMmm, baby, sleepy,â you said, legs trembling as he ground his now softened cock against your sensitive mound.
âMmm, but you feel good... Canât I still have you? Even if youâre sleepy?â he asked, kissing your neck and shoulders.
âYes...â you sighed, eyes rolling shut as he ground his now firming cock.
âYouâre sure baby? We can be done, donât wanna hurt you,â he said, kissing your temple softly.
âSâOkay,â you encouraged. âWanna fall asleep with you inside. Stuffing your cum in me so we can have a baby,â you said.
Jungkook growled in agreement. âYes,â he said, finally able to push himself inside of you. âCan feel you clenching baby...â
âMmmm,â you encouraged, eyes closed as your breathing came in soft puffs against the sheets.
âFeels so good inside you,â he said.
âBig...â you murmured, hips twitching softly at his thrusts coming in harder.
Jungkook felt his balls tightening at your body naturally asking for him. Everything about you was tuned in to him, and he was the same in response. âFeels okay baby? Feels good to have my big cock like this huh?â
You mewled quietly, body submitting to the greedy rolls of his hips inside you. âMhmm...â
âClose my baby, close to cumming. So good to me, such a good girl and letting me cum inside you like this, I love you so much,â he whispered.
A soft whine came from you as you gave weak little ruts backwards, and Jungkook couldnât get enough of your submissive behavior.
âYouâre making me cum baby,â he said, finally giving a final deep series of thrusts before giving you a few more heavy ropes of cum.
âKoo~â you keened.
He kissed your head, holding your hip as he gently pulled out of you with a soft kiss to your cheek. âGood girl, I love you so much.â
You looked at him over your shoulder with a lovestruck gaze and a sweet smile. âI love you too baby.â
He squeezed your hip as he gave your head a firm kiss before standing up to grab a cloth to clean you up with. When he came back he was gentle as he carefully wiped your tender core with gentle kisses to your thighs and ass here and there.
âYouâre such a sweetheart,â you cooed, reaching out to run your fingers through his hair.
âFor you yes,â he said, kissing your wrist before tossing the cloth to the side after heâd wiped himself down a bit as well.
With a soft but happy sigh you felt Jungkook wrap himself around you. He snuggled into your body with a comforted huff. âYou fit so perfectly.â
âGood,â you said with a happy purr.
The two of you fell asleep that way, fingers intertwined and hearts beating softly, completely at ease in each otherâs presence.
Souls finally comforted at the appearance of the other.
You slept better than you ever had that night, waking to your lover between your legs again.
And life was only going to get that much sweeter...
EPILOGUE:
You were wondering how long it would take after you said the words to Jungkook.
âI was thinking of having another baby.â
Initially Jungkook had been hesitant.
You had four already. The oldest, Mathias, a carbon copy of Jungkook. Then the twin girls, Salem and Waverly. Then your sweet girl Evelyn. She had just turned five last month when you had proposed having another baby to Jungkook.
Your oldest was now almost eight, and that was a long ways apart to have kids.
And, you loved all of your children. But... You really wanted another baby around the house. You missed the little feet and the sweet snuggles.
Not that your older children werenât affectionate. They were Jungkookâs children so, naturally they clung to you like glue.
But, as you sat in front of your potion that confirmed your suspicions you couldnât help but feel nervous.
Jungkook hadnât outright said no to any more children, and he seemed to be playing into it the last few times youâd had sex.
But seeing the confirmed pregnancy was a little stressful. It was your fourth pregnancy but fifth child. âOh goodness,â you sighed, leaning forward and rubbing your neck.
âMama! Mama!â Evelyn shouted as she marched into your room with her pajamas on.
âHi my baby,â you said, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her in for a snuggle.
âMama!â she squealed.
âYes baby, what is it bunny?â
âDaddy comes home today!â she said happily.
It was true. Jungkook was due back from his most recent assignment. Heâd been taking small mercenary jobs to keep a steady amount of gold in your possession. Even though the goddess has blessed you well.
âThatâs right princess, your daddy does come home today,â you said with a soft smile. âAnd Iâm so excited.â
You picked her up and carried her out of your room and set her down so she could toddle away to find the twins. Those three were a menace to handle if they were all wound up, so you desperately hoped you wouldnât have to separate another fight.
Jungkook had been gone for about three weeks and you were so happy to have him coming home. Things always ran smoother when you two could work together.
Just as you started making some bread for an afternoon snack you heard a horse approaching.
Quickly, you found that Mathias and the girls were already out in the front, waving their hands quickly as Jungkook rode in on his horse.
âDaddy!â The girls shouted.
âDad!â Mathias called.
âAh, my kids,â he cried, hopping off his horse and dropping into a crouch before walking forward to wrap his arms around his four kids. âOh I missed you all,â he sighed, happily kissing each one on their beloved head.
You knew how much Jungkook cherished each of your children.
He was so happy to have them, especially with you.
âDaddy! Daddy!â they shouted, all hugging and squeezing him and each other.
âHey!â you whined. âI want my hug too baby,â you said, watching as Mathias and Salem separated everyone so you two could embrace softly.
âHello my beautiful wife,â he said, kissing your head. âI missed you so very much,â he said, sincerity aching in his voice.
You smiled and greeted him, having the kids all head inside while you and him gathered everything and brought it inside.
âI was preparing some bread, are you hungry? Thereâs cheese and fruit in the ice box, I can get something out for you,â you said, pulling your hair away from your face.
Jungkook came up behind you, molding his body to yours. âMy baby, Iâm hungry but not for anything like that. Wanna fuck you,â he moaned, gently pushing his hips against yours.
You flushed, squeaking in shock at his blatant groping and arousal.
âT-The kids baby,â you warned.
âMmm, told them to head to their rooms, said we needed to talk, made it sound very serious,â he chuckled.
âYou are such a sneak,â you complained.
âCome on honey, can we fuck? Please? Wanna be inside you already,â he whined.
âW-Wait, need to tell you something first,â you said, turning around to look at him.
âHuh? What? Are you alright?â he asked, face worried.
You gave him a soft smile before looking down. âBaby... Iâm pregnant,â you said, voice a little weaker than youâd intended.
Jungkook froze, eyes widening at your statement. âP-Pregnant?â he asked, tilting your head to look into your eyes.
âYes baby,â you said, eyes glossy with unshed tears.
âOh my love,â he said, wrapping his arms around you. âI love you... I love you so much.â
âI love you too,â you said softly.
âIs this what you want?â he asked, looking at you with worry in his eyes. âI know we mentioned it but we never definitely said we were or werenât trying.â
Your heart squeezed in affection for him. He was always so considerate of your wants in the relationship. âYes honey, Iâm happy. Iâm excited for a new baby,â you said, tucking some of his hair behind his ear.
âGood, Iâm excited too, Iâm so happy,â he said with a tender gaze in his eyes.
You never imagined life could be like this. When youâd lost him the first time you truly thought youâd never get to cross paths with him ever again. And he came back, and even better, he forgave you. And you forgave yourself as well.
As with everything, there is good and bad. Youâd had your share of fights, your share of tears and frustrations. But at the end of the day, youâd had each other. You both understood that your love was most important.
It hadnât always been easy.
But, the good moments were sweet. They were special and wholly joyful.
And they were worth everything.
Every ache, every ounce of pain or tears.
This life with them, your family, was worth it all and more.
This... was the most beautiful moment in life...
And it was all yet to come.

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 heâs 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 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 donât believe him
One word to describe him: Grace
Nimble, swift, elegant- on and off the field
Itâs 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 11
Kim Taehyung ~ Son of Hermès
King of shenanigans
Hermes kid through and through
Always pulling pranks on anyone and everyone
Seriously, NO ONE IS SAFE
Lighthearted and easy to entertain
While Tae is easy to amuse, boredom means entering the danger zone
Keep him entertained at all costs, we do not need another slime explosion in the Aphrodite cabin!
Put him and his siblings together and itâs a tornado of chaos
Between pranks, play fights, and downright torture, itâs a wonder the Hermès kids are still alive
And Gods help those in the cabin who arenât Hermès kids
The Hermès cabin is always filled with the sound of laughter (and sometimes screaming)
Tae can seem annoying sometimes (especially to Ares and Athena kids)
But DAMN is that smile contagious, you canât help but love him
Antagonizes all the creatures; Chiron swears a Pegasus will just drop him one day, mid-flight if he doesnât quit pulling their feathers
Sometimes takes things too far, but donât worry, Joon will put him in his place
Ropes his friends into partaking in his mischief, despite the consequences
Master of tricks
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; heâs 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
Itâs 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 kidsâ power, thus the weariness
Giving and kind; will sacrifice herself for her friends and siblings
Stays year round at camp; Chironâs favorite if he admitted he picked favorites
Known to have heated debates with her cat familiar (hence why campers think sheâs weird)
Shy but will stand up for others when things arenât 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 sheâll 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
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Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader
Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au
Summary: âThereâs 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. Itâs always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friendâs dare.â (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)
Warning(s): mild language
Word Count: 1.8K
Part I, Part 2, Part 3, ...
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The statue was no doubt beautiful. At times, it looked as if it truly was just an incredibly pale living man standing still, transfixed by something the naked eye could not see. Stories, old wives tales, the likes, manifested around it, creeping their way into the homes of every person âluckyâ enough to dwell within the town. They graced the tongues of parents at each late night bedtime story to their children, snuck into the early morning gossip of elderly women topping off tea cups, and laid dreamily in the back of every young girlâs mind, each one hoping to be the key to end the curse.
Growing up in this small town, it was hard to ignore the incessant buzz surrounding the terrifyingly detailed slab of marble. However, the challenge intrigued you, spurring you on at a young age to scorn those of âchildishâ-enough mind to ever believe in such nonsense as the âStory of the Statue.â How ridiculous could one be to believe that the statue was once a man, and that the only way to return him to his âtrue formâ was the hand of his âone true love?â
If one should believe in such a thing as a living hunk of rock, it would make just as much sense to one day find half the townspeople deep in conversation with their hairbrushes.
Insane is a good way to describe it.
Completely and utterly bonkers another.
Much to your dismay, however, the entire town seemed to believe the exact opposite. Placing your hand upon the statueâs at midday became a reveled ritual for the townspeople. Men and women alike took their chance to entertain the mystery; to indulge in their deepest fantasy of being a part of the magic.
It was this 180 of belief from yours that ended in your own scrutiny. Instead of the âmagical statueâ being the center of ridicule, it most often times was you. You couldnât count on your fingers and toes combined the number of times youâd heard your name amongst the petty laughter of your neighbors, or caught the wicked smirks of the other girls your age as they hushed their voices as to be âundetected.â
It was painfully obvious that your reluctance to accept what has always been a town tradition made you an outcast amongst them all. The only friend youâd had to stick around being the quiet girl in the house neighboring yours.
In all honesty, she was quite drab at times, most of her vocabulary consisting of the words âsoulmate,â âstatue,â and âmagic.â Yes, she was just as deep into the mess of it all as everyone else, it seemed. As much as it pained you to sit through her lengthy airs on how romantic the whole situation was, that sheâd do anything to be the soulmate the man was waiting for, she was the only one that had stuck around to entertain your rants.
Maybe her head was so far in the clouds your negative words never truly reached past the tips of her ears, but you were nonetheless grateful to have someone to at least pretend to listen, and she never made you feel any less-than for having differing opinions. Though, it didnât stop her from picking fun every now and then, claiming that there must be a small part of you that was even slightly curious.
Her efforts to bring forth the inner-believer in you is what led to the present moment you find yourself in.
The face of utter disgust mixed with slight terror must have looked quite an odd combination for someone about to do the most mundane of things one could do in this particular town. It was as normal as walking your dog, or fetching the mail, yet this was a spectacle most could agree on as being anything but.
The nervousness could not be helped, no matter how desperately you tried to remind yourself that this was nonsense.
An intense burning sensation was the only thing your tingling form could truly comprehend, the eyes of nosy day-goers relishing in the sight of the known town hypocrite about to suddenly go against her beliefs. If anything, you seemed to attract an entire crowd, as if you were the main act in a thrilling road show that would come and go so quickly, the people rushed to witness it before it was gone.
A shooting star, a comet across the night sky, or an eclipse perhaps.
âGet ahold of yourself,â you thought, wiping your increasingly sweaty palms across the denim of your jeans.
âItâs just a silly story, all you have to do is touch it,â your mind reminded you. The more stares you garnered, the whispers becoming a loud buzz in your ears fighting above the rush of blood pounding through, the more your confidence seemed to crumble.
A tiny speck of a part of you wormed its way up through the depths of your being to call out to the reasonable part of your brain âwhat if itâs true?â
In the unbelievable off-chance that you were wrong, could you deal with the backlash of standing so firmly against it?
As you felt the warm push from the instigator of this whole affair, her face adorned with a slightly amused smirk, you realized that even if this whole story is true, there was no way in the universe that you would ever be the soulmate the story talks about.
Your experience with men is virtually nonexistent. The last time youâd indulged in the whirlwind of possible âromanceâ had been when your middle school crush had kissed you quickly on the lips after school on a dare, promptly gagging afterwards and swearing to the high heavens that âgirls are gross.â
Maybe you were traumatized from the whole experience, never mind the fact that the men of your town just werenât vying for the attention of the town laughingstock, but romantic relationships just werenât a part of your story.
It didnât really matter much to you anyways, considering all the eligible men are, have been, and always will be, meager farm boys living off what their ancestors have laid down for them. Not that there was anything innately wrong with that way of life, it just wasnât what you wanted for yourself and your future.
You have big plans, ones that include getting as far away from this place as possible, and no man was going to get in the way of that.
Youâd rather die a painful, lengthy death than be a little hometown wife the rest of your life, reduced to nothing more than mindless cleaning, cooking, and birthing children. To be the âpropertyâ of some man that could never understand your true potential; your true worth.
So, despite the twinge of fear lacing the edges of your mind, creating a rigidness in your limbs as you crossed the dirt path to the statue, you rose to the occasion, in a sense.
Maybe this would lay to rest the constant chatter of snobby folk, let them believe that, even for a moment, theyâd found a way to manipulate you into their way of thinking. Maybe theyâd finally stop whispering petty words when you passed, even begin to accept you into their society, not that you were desperate for that.
Or perhaps, it would give you a little more piece of mind, at least. Quell an unadmitted thirst to understand the hype so you could be completely unattached from this silly thing and hopefully move on with your life.
Those things would not change over the few seconds it would take to finish the deed, but as your mind raced through the possible aftermaths of what you were about to do, a change of sorts had definitely begun.
It was like all of time and space slowed around you. The closer the statue came into your field of vision, it was like entering a tunnel, or vortex, that sucked you in further and blurred reality around you.
And then everything stopped.
There, mere centimeters from you, lie the statue. Itâs intricate detail and craftsmanship a new level of divine when admired closely. This was the closest youâd ever been to it and it stole the breath right from your lungs.
It was a strange feeling, mixed with the stares, the heat of the summer day, the nervousness in your belly, and the charge floating through the air. An unnerving mix that, shockingly, calmed the thoughts waging war within you. Like everything was numb, quiet, peaceful almost.
âJust do it already!â A shrill voice called out, followed by the sound of agreement flowing through the crowd. It snapped you from your state, reminding you of the task at hand.
With a little less reluctance than youâd expected, your hand reached out in the direction of the statueâs. Fingers shakily outstretching, all at once, your palm slid into the cool marble one.
It was smooth, yet you could feel every ridge and line like that of a human hand. The cool feeling of the marble against your clammy flesh was surprising considering the temperature the day had suffered through.
You hadnât even realized your eyes were closed, breath held, until you opened your eyes upon the exhale, coming face-to-face with...
A statue.
You couldnât help the anxious giggle that slipped from your lips like a mad woman.
You were right, well, at least that was one possibility. Youâd touched the damn thing and nothing happened, just like youâd expected.
So why, among the rush of relief, was there an aftertaste of disappointment on your tongue?
The crowd, mildly satisfied and admittedly bored, had begun to disperse as you stood there, hand still placed in the statueâs.
Even though youâd bit the bullet, gotten it over with, you werenât sure what to do now that it was done. For some reason, you couldnât seem to pull yourself away, tell your friend âI told you so,â and get on with your life, finally free of the unknown.
That same familiar warmth that pushed you here found its way back to your shoulder.
âAlright, youâve proven your point...for now. Letâs go.â
Without turning your head to acknowledge her, you looked up into the face of the hunk of rock. For a fleeting moment, you felt as if you were staring into the eyes of another human being.
Without a word, you slowly turned to retreat back to your home, emotions a frenzy you couldnât quite understand, let alone share with another soul.
As you began to take that first step away from the thing, your hand slipping carefully out of its grasp, you felt the smallest bit of movement behind you.
Before you could turn around on your own, something warm wrapped around your wrist, spinning you back to face the creation that plagued your mind.
Only, you werenât met the the stark white of the marble, but the ivory tone of skin. Stiffly sculpted hair now flowing freely, dark, with the wind. Empty, pale eyes now filled with a deep rich brown, struck wide as emotion after emotion swirled within them.
Shouts and gasps echoed throughout the square, eyes of every villager as wide as their gaped mouths, returning to their prior posts, the show ending with a twist no one could have predicted.
Mind and body going into an immediate state of shock, there was no time to process anything at all before the weight of the now-man collapsed down from his pedestal onto you.
So the stories held some truth after all...

To Be Continued...
áž°ĚÎłáž°ĚĎΡ - Pt. II

Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader
Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au
Summary: âThereâs 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. Itâs always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friendâs dare.â (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)
Warning(s): mild language
Word Count: 2.8k
Part I, Part 2, Part 3, ...
taglist: @best-space-boyâ @maryelixabeth @mochimawâ @yeontanismypresidentâ @hannahantonette17â @ign-isâ @fanfuckingficâ @koala-wonderlandâ @suchgayaestheticâ @dulcaetâ
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For the record, youâd never once been so thoroughly stupefied by anything the entirety of your existence. Not that much has ever happened before this...debacle, but still.
Lying on the ground, however, draped with a recently statue-turned-man as the faces of every person whoâd openly mocked your beliefs sit painted with the same concoction of horrified wonder, it was safe to say, this was definitely a first.
It was like your mind was awake while your body lay paralyzed. Thought after thought, albeit incoherent, made rounds throughout your consciousness. Limbs splayed across the dirt, useless, like those of a rag doll.
Perhaps part of the initial stun could be blamed by the impact with which the body crashed into yours, as well as the force of hitting the ground.
Maybe, in your likely now-concussed state, you were not actually under a man who a mere moment ago was marble. Itâs believable that this was all just some brain-trauma induced hallucination. You probably just tripped on your way to the statue and hit your head. Really, really hard.
That scenario could have very much been the one you decided to go with, that is, until the man started to lift himself up, just enough to look down at you.
Even if you didnât want to lock eyes with the, admittedly, incredibly handsome man you found yourself in such a precarious situation with, it wasnât like you had any other choice.
Space only big enough for a single breathe lay between you.
His eyes, a lovely dark, warm brown shade that gave you such an odd sense of security, studied your own.
This close, every detail of his face was on HD display for you, from the length of his lashes, the slope of his nose, to the curve and plushness of his lips. Horrifyingly enough for you, that meant every one of your flaws must be painfully on display for him as well. Look at you now, suddenly worried about how you looked to a once-inanimate object.
It was an oddly intimate moment, one that you werenât quite sure you wanted to end before it had begun, or to continue forever, until the sun set and the stars shone and everything in-between. The way your head swam, thoughts torn between two opposing sides, a regular Capulet-Montague affair within, it was like losing sense of yourself.
There was no way this was really happening; that this man has come to life at your hand. However, you couldnât deny the tangible evidence that is the vessel hovering over you now. Oh yeah, thereâs a strange man on top of you...and everyone is watching.
Like a cadaver reanimated by a bolt of lightning, you shot away from the man, pushing yourself back on your butt and scooching like a child until you were satisfied with the distance between. Skin painfully alight with the burn of embarrassment, you didnât dare look back into the eyes of your âsoulmateâ just yet.
âSoulmate,â itâs like that very word incited an allergic reaction in which your body suddenly had the urge to convulse until whatever contents remained in your stomach were one with the earth.
Trying merely to catch your breathe, you almost didnât register the warmth of a hand pressing firmly to your back.
âI, um, think we should take this somewhere more...private, perhaps?â
That voice, the slightly monotone, yet strangely comforting voice of the girl you both tolerated and treasured. The only one that treated you as an equal; an actual human being.
âMira...â It sounded choked, weak, like saying her name was a laboring task you werenât sure you could handle. Turning back to look at her, you could tell how horrified you must have looked based on her own expression.
If anyone knew what to do in this insane situation, itâd be her.
Rising to her feet, Mira took in the way your body curled in on itself, to shield you from the alarming situation of which you had no control over and no clue how to precede. It stung at a piece of her that had been buried deep down inside for a long time.
Strange, was all she could pen it as, but you are her companion here, and it was her duty to aid you in this, especially considering the circumstances.
âââ
The walk home was quiet. One on the outside might almost call it peaceful, tranquil, but it was none of the above.
After suggesting to take this to her home, Mira helped you and the stranger to your feet and broke up the little side-show that had gathered. The townspeople were a mixture of curious, horrified, and smug; seeing the girl they taunted get stuck in this situation was irony at its finest.
While there were plenty of broken hearts staggering their way back to their homes with heavy souls, no one could deny that this was fate, and whether they agreed with the outcome or not, it was not their place to question.
Many, however, did get a good laugh in when you had paced frantically around the circle created around you, practically begging people to take the man instead. It was pathetic, sad, pitiful, and it left all with a disturbing sense of pride.
âServes her right,â they all thought, only speaking it aloud once they were sheltered within their own walls.
They werenât wrong though, you did look and feel wholly pathetic. On the verge of tears, begging people you loathed to help you, and right in front of the poor, confused man who was at no more fault than you. It wasnât your best moment.
Thus, the journey to Miraâs was awkward if anything. You strode a few paces ahead, mind foggy and emotions scattered like confetti. Mira made a comfortable wall between you and the man, who brought up the rear, taking in his surroundings with curiosity and a weird sense of familiarity.
Nobody dared say anything, not that there was much to talk about at the moment. Tensions were running high, and a calm, quiet, middle ground was needed before any successful conversations were to be had.
You couldnât help the slight tears pricking at your lash line, threatening to spill over any second. It made you feel dumb, crying over something as if you were a child who didnât get their way.
But the thought of spending the rest of your life otherworldly attached to a person youâve never met before was terrifying. It has always been you on your own. You have enough struggles as it is. Oh, how mother will get a kick out of this.
Your mind wondered if she would even understand what was going on. Sheâd been in the home on the east side for a few years now, after the dementia got to be too much for you to deal with alone. Sheâs doing better there anyways, and it wasnât like you werenât unaccustomed to going it solo anyways.
Your head slowly swiveled back to catch a quick glimpse of the man behind you. He was swinging his head side to side, back and forth, taking in everything like a puppy. His clothes, now that you were looking, were very outdated, things youâd never seen before except in history books or century dramas on Netflix. He didnât look real. Another irony, you guess.
Before you could turn back and focus on the road ahead of you, his eyes shot down to catch yours. He didnât seem scared, upset, or even worried. In fact, he looked almost sympathetic. It probably had to do with the terrified expression you had a hard time fighting every time he caught your gaze. The heat crept up your neck quickly and you shot your head forward to get away from his stare.
Before you knew it, you were standing shoulder to shoulder with the man as Mira unlocked and swung her front door open. The porch creaked under your weight as you shifted to gain some space, the nervousness making you antsy and unable to stand still. He didnât seem to notice you move away from him, but you werenât about to look at him and check.
Once inside, you placed yourself in one of the large wicker dining chairs you occupied often during long debates with Mira over the years. Her house was quaint and quite charming. A decent size, especially for her living alone, and giving off a rustic, bohemian air that made it feel homey to even the most distant of strangers.
Speaking of strangers, it was an odd sight to say the least, watching the tall man cross the room stiffly, dropping down onto the velvet couch with a sigh. The humanness he possessed after being rock only a few hours ago was unsettling. You donât know what you expected him to act like, but then again, any expectations were out the window and 100 miles downwind by now.
Considering how off-put you are by the whole thing, it both amazed and scared you how easy it was for your gaze to linger over him. What it was that pulled you to him, you couldnât put your finger on- no, you didnât want to put your finger on in fear of the implications. The longer you were in his presence, though, the more curious you became. And we all know how curiosity plays out, just ask the cat.
Again, as if you both really were connected in some fantastical way, his eyes instantly found yours. This time, however, the nervous heat that usually accompanied it vanished. Instead, locking eyes almost brought an innate sense of peace within you; comfort.
âSo, would either of you like some tea?â Miraâs way of easing the awkward air quickly broke the two of you from...whatever that was, and it immediately threw you back on edge. Grabbing the edge of the chair till your knuckles paled, your voice took on a defensive tone.
â Iâd like to know what the hell is going on.â Laced with a sharp venom you werenât even aware you were capable of, the statement immediately caught all attentions, air increasing in its thickness instead of dissipating like Mira had hoped.
You couldnât bring yourself to look back at the man, so instead you focused all of your negative energy, unfairly, on Mira. Her face twisted into an uncomfortable grimace as she thought of the best way to talk you down from your growing agitation, but before she could speak, a light chuckle wafted through the tiny room.
That snapped both of your heads towards Mr. post-statue.
Even with both of your uncomfortable gazes, he didnât seem affected. It wasnât like he couldnât read the room, or understand the gravity of the situation. It was more like he had this innate sense of optimism; that everything was going to work out and he just didnât see the point in getting so serious.
âI think itâs pretty obvious whatâs going on.â You wouldnât say you were surprised by the soft, honey-tone of his voice, or that you were entranced by it, but if you were to deny, youâd be utterly lying to yourself.
Maybe there was more to this soulmate thing than just waking him up and living âhappily ever afterâ. Was it possible there were physical and psychological changes that came along with it? It doesnât seem too far fetched considering the events that have taken place today. At this point, anything could happen and you wouldnât be any more surprised. Maybe itâs the shock talking.
âWhat?â Once you said it, you want to take it back. God, could you sound any dumber? The first thing you say directly to him, and itâs an idiotic reiteration that makes you sound like you canât infer from context clues and common-freaking-sense what he means.
A quick urge to bury yourself somewhere far away from here shoots through your being, but itâs not a look of disdain that you are met with, but a sweet, soft, smile. Itâs not that he seems to pity you in any way, but that somehow knows exactly what youâre feeling without you having to say it. Although, now that youâve realized it, that small sense of fright wiggles in the back of your mind. A stranger should not be able to read you as easily as he is.
âIf Iâm awake, it means the spell is broken.â
You stare at him as his face lights up, as if remembering something wonderful; a long lost memory just now recalled.
Suddenly, he bolts up, coming straight for you. Despite your heart protesting, your body starts, pushing yourself as far against the chair and curling tight to protect yourself. As you flinch, your eyes shut and you suck a quick breath in. Like being charged by a fearsome beast, you react in such a way that you donât even have to open your eyes to know the affect.
The footsteps stop instantly, and when you do open your eyes, you see the man frozen in place, face paled and arms limp at his sides. He was only a few feet away, but even when he shortened the distance between you, he suddenly felt further away now than before.
The guilt of reacting in such a way was a feeling you werenât accustomed to, and you couldnât lie that you felt worse after seeing the pained expression on his face.
He slowly backed his way back to the couch, lowering down onto it while avoiding your gaze. Strange how quickly it went from you avoiding his, to him avoiding yours.
âIâm sorry...I know...I know how scary this must be, and I shouldnât have gotten so excited,â he started, voice low and cautious, like he was afraid to scare you again. Seeing the hurt in his eyes and hearing the strain in his voice affected you more than it should.
Carefully, your body returned to its original position, unfurling to show him that you werenât afraid of him. You donât know why it was suddenly so important for you to assure him but it was a natural reaction you didnât think twice about.
Brown eyes once again catching your own, you tried your best to give him an apathetic smile, something to rid his beautiful features of that sorrow you inadvertently caused. When his eyes shone with a newly-gained light as the corner of his mouth upturned the slightest bit to return your gesture, you knew that no matter the insanity of this situation, youâd probably do just about anything to keep that smile on his face.
âI just never thought this would happen.â A slight pink hue rises to the apples of his cheeks and it takes a strong part of you to hold yourself together and not swoon at how adorable he looked.
âThat what would happen?â Mira speaks up and reminds you that you are, in fact, not alone and you recompose yourself.
The man clears his throat and despite the increasing blush on his cheeks, he manages to look from Mira back to you, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck.
âThat my soulmate would find me.â This time itâs you whose blushing, the heat creeping up and spreading to every part of your body. The implications of being a soulmate, let alone to someone you donât know, made the uneasiness resurface. Even though you felt a growing warmth for this random man, you werenât about to throw your inhibitions out the window all for the sake of being âsoulmates.â
As clichĂŠ-fairy-tale-garbage as this whole thing seems, you werenât some dim-witted damsel whoâd fall for a man she just met.
âMaybe you should start with introductions, stave off the soulmate thing for a moment.â Mira sends you an understanding smile, knowing that youâd lack the frame of mind to conduct this conversation without her assistance.
A breath you hadnât known youâd been holding escapes your lips in a relieved sigh. Turning back to the man, you muster up enough courage to rise from your seat, cross the wooden floor, and stop before him. Shaking slightly, your right hand reaches out to rest midair in front of him, fingers open and waiting.
âIâm Y/N.â
He looks at your fingers, then up at you, then fingers again. Slowly, his hand approaches yours, gliding softly against the pads of your fingertips before lightly grasping your hand in his. Before you can signal your arm to start a shaking motion, he brings your hand towards him and delicately places a soft kiss to the skin of your knuckles. You can feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin, and suddenly it feels like the Sahara desert in the sweltering summer months.
âMy name is Seokjin. Itâs nice to finally meet you, Y/N.â

To Be Continued...
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A.N.,Â
 This part is more-so an establishing piece. I know not much goes on plot-wise, but I needed to develop the dynamic before any of the juicy bits can happen. I hope you all understand and like this newest edition to the story. I originally planned this to be a 3 part series, but there will definitely be more than 3 parts, oops. I hope you all stick around for the ride, and thank you for all the love and support!đ
-Moonieđ
áž°ĚÎłáž°ĚĎΡ - Pt. IV

Pairing(s): Cursed!Seokjin x Reader
Genre(s): Fantasy Au, Fluff, Soulmate Au, Angst
Summary: âThereâs 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. Itâs always been a silly old wives tale, until you give in to a friendâs dare.â (prompt idea from writing-prompt-s)
Warning(s): mild language
Word Count:Â 4.5kÂ
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âI understand, sweetheart, weâll talk again when you can.â
The guilty sigh youâd breathed out was louder than youâd anticipated, sending your body into a jerk response to cover the receiver. You didnât want her to hear it, to hear you sound so exasperated. She didnât need any more to worry about, not that there was any chance sheâd remember any of this, let alone something as insignificant as a sigh.
âAlright, Iâll call again soon. Love you.â
âLove you too.â
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 youâve made by pushing calls off until you figure out the other situation at hand.
Despite Miraâs assurance, you couldnât keep pushing your Seokjin issue on her (even though she seems to be just as involved as you).
Coming to terms that youâd 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 sheâs the one who pushed you to âawakenâ the stupid statue that is now apparently your soulmate and is behind this whole âcurseâ thing, and not only did she lie to you the whole time, but thereâs some looming backstory you havenât had the courage to ask about and thereâs no way out, no waking up from this dream, andâbreatheâ maybe you have lost your mind?
Spending the last two or three daysâtime seems to blur together at this pointâ trying to figure everything out, so far has just left you with more questions than answers. The only thing you could focus on that wouldnât 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 youâd 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 doesnât 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, youâd 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, youâd 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 werenât 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 Miraâs was rather short, only a mile r so down the road, so youâd 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 hadnât 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 thatâs the funny thing about life. One minute, itâs the simple things, peaceful and sweet, and the next, youâre 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.
âââ
âGood morning! Jin decided heâd break out an old pancake recipe he had once âperfected,â his words-not mine, for breakfast this morning, so I hope youâre hungry.â Miraâs 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 Miraâs home youâd 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 youâd 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 wasnât 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 didnât 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 wonât be so bad after all.
âGood morning Seokjin.â It wasnât like you to take initiative like this, but normalcy have been thrown out the window at this point. You just couldnât 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.
âYou guys are something else, I have to say,â 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 youâd 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, Seokjinâs 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 youâd long forgotten was even possible for you to experience again. A feeling that youâd grown accustomed to living without, but now that youâd had a taste again, you werenât going to let it go so easily this time.
âIâm just going to grab my bag,â 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.
Youâd 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 youâd been thrown together.
You hadnât 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 Miraâs soft gaze. As calming as it could be, it also made you feel a bit pitiful.
âIâm nervous...â you started, eyes flickering between Mira and the hall, âbut excited too.â 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 youâd 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 heâd 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 werenât going to lie, the curiosity of the story between them intrigued you to no end, but it just didnât feel like the right time to ask him about it. Mira still refuses to hash out any details, and you werenât 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, itâs a subject youâd put a pin in and promised to revisit later when you felt it was your place.
âReady to go?â 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 youâd grown up in had become just a house after Dad died and Mom went away. Now someone youâre only really acquainted with is coming in and disturbing your dynamic, but you canât say that that is a bad thing. After all, youâd hadnât thought of that place as a real home in a long time. Things really can change quickly.
To be quite honest with yourself, youâd 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 youâd 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. Youâd 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 youâd worked yourself into.
Itâs 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 thatâd been wasted away, you were no longer afraid of whatever the future may hold for you.
Maybe you were overthinking things, perhaps youâd 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 itâs evening descent, sky painted an array of wonderful colors that had your mind thinking of how beautiful itâd be to sit in your garden and paint it to your heartâs 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 youâd fought the idea of bringing this man into your life, and now you couldnât 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 werenât 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 youâd ever bear witness to.
When his eyes suddenly locked with yours, youâd become painfully aware of the fact that youâd 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 youâd been saved from an awkward conversation by the arrival to your newly shared abode, and double thank goodness Jin let it slide and didnât 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.
âWhat if he doesnât like the house? What if he hates his room?â Suddenly your mind was again racing a million miles a minute and you were scared heâd 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.
âUm, so...your room is upstairs, first door on the left,â the words were struggling to come out coherent, but you pushed along, âmine is the door across the hall. You can go put your stuff away and we can hang out, maybe start some dinner or something...â 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 itâd been since youâd had any real meaningful human interaction like this, and you wished youâd tried harder to socialize beforehand.
He chuckles, probably sensing your struggle, wanting to ease your mind, âIâll go put my stuff away and then we can make dinner together, how does that sound?â 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.
âOkay.â 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 didnât need to feel any different.
Pulling out a few utensils and pans from the cupboards, you werenât 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 youâd started in the kitchen windowsill, which youâd 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.
âIs that room really for me?â 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.
âOf course. Why, do you not like it?â Considering the trouble youâd made for yourself agonizing over his room, you couldnât help but ask him if not just to reassure yourself that youâd overreacted.
âI love it! Itâs just...Iâve never had a room that big before,â When he averted his eyes, you caught the slight tint of pink dusting his features and it gave you a surge of confidence.
Finally youâd done something right.
âIâm glad,â you smile, âmaybe sometime this week we can go into town and get a few things to make it your own.â
Jumping slightly, only to recompose himself as he crossed the floor to lean on the counter across from you, âReally? I mean, we donât have to. I donât want to be a bother or anything...â
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 arenât 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, isnât that hard to believe. Again, you had much more to learn about each other, but itâs 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 youâd have to get used to with Jin around. Genuinely smiling.
âItâs no bother at all, this is your home now too.â
You hadnât 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 youâd 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, âI said mince not mush,â- to the horrible yet charming jokes he cracked as he sautĂŠed, 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 youâd 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 youâd never heard of and stare at each other over a glass of wine like theyâd 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.
âThank you.â 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, âFor what? I should be the one saying thank you.â
âYou donât have to thank me.â You couldnât help the slight blush rising to your cheeks, hoping it was dark enough in the dimly lit kitchen that Seokjin wouldnât notice.
âYes I do. You didnât have to let me stay with you or accept me at all. You couldâve just said I was crazy and told me to piss off.â
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.
âWhy are you thanking me?â 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.
âI donât know... for making this whole thing easier. I wouldnât just let any old statue into my home, you know.â Another chuckle fills the air.
âYou know, Iâm starting to understand why the universe bound us as soulmates.â
âIâm glad it did,â he says and thereâs that little sparkle in his eyes again that makes your heart race a little faster.
Itâs 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.
âGoodnight Y/N.â Itâs simple and as mundane as it gets, but itâs different in ways you canât fully describe. Itâs not the first time heâd told you goodnight, but this was the first time you wouldnât 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. Youâd wake up and heâd be there, just outside the door. Knowing this left a warmth in your chest.
âGoodnight Seokjin.â 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 associateâs 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 Iâve taken to get this to you all. Iâm incredibly grateful for all of you and love you with my all my heart!Â
-Moonieđ
Rose & Thorns: 01

â summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.
â pairing: dragon!jungkook x reader / future!bts x reader
â genre: angst, slight fluff / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au
â word count: 3.4k
â warnings: orphan reader, bits of insecurities kicked in here and there

âHi there.â
In the dark and deep dungeon where Jungkook laid, his head perked up at the sound of a ladyâs voice and his brows furrowed. A girl? What was a girl doing in a part of the village where the villagers have deemed to be the most dangerous zone? Surely guards must have surrounded the area with tough security, right? So how did you manage to go past it?
âIâm Y/N,â he heard the voice again and a soft scoff left him.
You were probably just there curious to see the dragon those infamous soldiers have managed to catch.
âI amâŚâ you trailed off and he found himself waiting for what you had to say, âI am the keeper of the dragon.â
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âł Index [Chapter 40 - Finis]
Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader, Yoongi x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader
Warnings: utter heartbreak, loss, it then becomes more hopeful, also Tae & Kook are lowkey angry flirting with each other like my bOYS CHILL, emotional kissing, deep regret and not wanting to let go, listen this is a ride & wasnât planned at all it was supposed to end with the letter, this is the end of an era besties and this breaks my heart
Wordcount: 7k
a/n:Â i cried ugly tears throughout the entire writing process. No but on a longer note, there is pain and then there is having to watch Sanguis Alpha come to an end. I feel honest sadness right now and I will probably go into a complete state of grief for the next three months. Sanguis Alpha is my baby, itâs the longest story I have written so far and the world I created is so fucking dear to my heart. I am serious, Sanguis Alpha was my peak and maybe knowing that I will never again be able to feel the immense joy I felt during its creation process makes me feel as broken as I do right now and also maybe gives me such immense writerâs block. I donât want this story to end and to be honest with you, I may be crying right now as Iâm writing those notes. And maybe because I donât want this story to end, I refuse to write anything new. I just want to stay in this world, oh my fucking god I donât want to leave. Either way, thank you so much to everyone who stayed with me on this journey and who talked to me about it. I love you so much đ

âNo!â you fall to your knees, âno, nonono. No. Please no."Â
"Darlingâ, Taehyung has his arms wrapped around you instantly, âdonât cry. It will be alright. Donât cry."Â
"No, please no. Please noâ, you wail, clutching the letter to your chest with trembling hands.
Yoongi left. He left. Your safe haven left. Your comfort after a long day. Your arms to fall into when a nightmare plagues your mind. Your never faltering support. Your strong shoulder to lean on. Your sweet Yoongi Boongie.
He left.Â
Yoongi left.
âPlease noâ, you cry out, voice breaking in pure agony.Â
âDarlingâ, Taehyung presses you closer before you can hurt yourself. He tries to comfort you. He tries by kissing your hair. He tries by kissing your temple. He tries by holding you close. He tries and fails. He can smell it, hear it, feel it too.
Your heart is broken and there is nothing that can fix it. No hugs, no kisses, no embraces. And the only thing which would be able to fix it left.Â
âIâm so sorry my darling. Iâm so sorryâ, Taehyung cries with you for he truly understood your grief. After all, he also lost a part of himself not that long ago. And because he understood just how much it hurts right now, it breaks him even more.
You try to breathe but sob. You try to sob but choke on your tears. And as you choke and cough and wheeze for air, you cry more and more.Â
This canât be happening. You have just realised what you feel for him. You have just come to terms with the intensity of your feelings. You have just started to explore the love you and him share. This canât end now. Not now. Please, not now.Â
âItâs okayâ, Taehyung chokes out, pulling you into his chest as you begin crying even harder, âIâm here. Iâm here, itâs okay, Iâm here.â
You have just gotten Taehyung back. You have just begun your life again. And Yoongi was supposed to be in this life. He was supposed to grumble about Taehyungâs cooking skills and steal kisses from you when everybody is looking. He was supposed to train you to get better at fighting and kiss you as a reward. He was supposed to force Jungkook and Taehyung to make up in his typical way and later when Seokjin returned with Hoseok by his side he was supposed to tell them about his newfound humanity and then kiss you again just for good measure. And then life would have finally been great.Â
But now he is gone. He wonât do any of those things and you will never feel his kiss again.
âI wasnât doneâ, you wail, âI wasnât done."Â
You just began kissing him. You werenât finished with it. Oh, you wanted to do it until your lips would grow tired of each other. And even then you would have continued as, in truth, you could never grow tired of his kiss.Â
"Iâm sorry darling, truly it hurts me as well."Â
"He wasnât supposed to leave. I wasnât done. I wasnât done.â
âI know, I know darling, I know.â
âI canât anymore. I canât lose any more people. I canât."Â
"You wonât lose me. Iâm going to stay."Â
"Why am I so cursed? I just want to be happy, but it is always soiled by one piece of me missing or getting ripped away or leaving. Why? Please make it stop, I canât take any more. Please make it stop."Â
Taehyung struggles with keeping you upright, fearing that if he had to hug you any tighter, he would break you. And perhaps that is what you wanted to do. Break. Finally break so the world couldnât shatter you anymore.
"Please stop, please⌠please stopâ, you beg, hitting your own chest for it ached unbearably.
âI can, darling. Just tell me and I will make it stopâ, Taehyung offers in his last attempt to lessen your grief.
âPlease Taehyung please.â
âI will, look at me. Tell me what you want to forget and I will make you."Â
Your eyes meet.
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yoongi scenario | felix culpa

 felix culpa: a fortunate fall; an apparent error or disaster with happy consequences 
⸠prompt: Weâre both descended from feuding supernatural families, and to stop the centuries of fighting you and I are arranged to be married.
⸠pairing: incubus yoongi x fairie reader
⸠requested by anon | 4.2k words | fluff, angst
Stay on your side of the wall. Thatâs the most important rule, drilled into you since you were babbling in your cradle. Before you learnt what magic was, learnt about the power coursing through your body, you knew what the wall was. Itâs a constant presence, even when its golden bricks are out of sight, you can still feel its impressive and impassive force. All thatâs beyond it is an unending darkness, and darker creatures â some call them incubi, some call them devils. You call them a mystery.
Theyâre the reason the fairie government put up the wall, and the magic barrier that reinforces it. Faeries can get out, but nothing can get in. Below your artificial lights, your kind are free to live without fear of being snatched into the blackness of the wastelands next door.
But thereâs something about the wall that pulls you to it, curious about what lies outside. Maybe itâs your heart pulling you towards love, somewhere on the shadowy other side, in the shape of someone you were taught to fear.
You meet him in your eleventh year.
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