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Hii author! I saw your post about drabble game, can you please make a drabble about jimin, the genre is smut and the troupe is office colleagues but can you make it in a law firm.đ
Title: No objection
Pairing: Lawyer!Jimin x FemaleLawyer!Reader
Summary: You've harboured a secret crush on your colleague Park Jimin for a long time, when he finally gets the courage to ask you on a date, you definitely didn't expect what happens next.
Rating: 18+ (NSFW - MDNI)
Genre(s): Smut / office au / colleagues to lovers / fluff
Warnings: Oral f.recieving / protected P in V sex / making out / groping / slightly orgasm denial / sex in the work place /
Word count: 2.2k
A/N: This one turned into more of a one shot but thank you so much for this anon, its as if you reached into my mind and found the fic I would have liked to write the most. I love your vibe. If you would like to take part in the drabble game, you can find it here: Drabble game
As co-counsel you no doubt have the best seat in the court room. Here, you get to watch Park Jimin at his finest - in his element - leading the defence. He remains quiet, some say too quiet for a lawyer. But what a lot of people fail to realise is, in his quietâŠhe's deadly.
He sits and listens while the prosecution produces seemingly iron-clad alibis, witness testimonies and expert opinions on the stand. When it looks hopeless for our side and he's begged by our client to make an objection, to do something, he simply lifts a finger from the desk and silences him.
While the client sweats, he sits, as cool as a cucumber in his perfectly tailored suit. You watch his side profile, the line of his nose, his full lips and chiselled jaw. His face is the type of face that should be in paintings, but you doubt even the most realistic brush strokes could do him justice. Even a sculpture made of the smoothest clay couldn't compare to his complexion. He's perfection brought to life in front of you.
He stands abruptly, his turn to question the main witness, he glances back at you throwing you a subtle wink, before asking only three questions. The stuttering responses and sudden change of story manages to absolutely destroy the prosecution's case.
Gasps from the gallery erupt around you, the judge hits his gavel on the wooden block to regain order and you lean back in your seat, astonished. It is not the first time you've witnessed Park Jimin's brilliance, but you feel it's not something you'll ever get used to. The way his mind works makes you hungry to know more of it, to get even deeper into the caverns and get lost in them.
Your heart pounds as you both leave the courtroom and when those elevator doors close leaving only the two of you in the tight space, you're met with his face looking at you from all the walls. He smiles shyly at you, a faint blush dusting his high cheekbones, so different to the calm, confident man in the courtroom, but you like that.
âWe should celebrate.â He says, an uncertainty in his tone that makes you want to roll your eyes. For months you've flirted with him, hoping he'd give you even a hint if he felt the same way and at times you're convinced he does, but others where you're not so sure. You don't think you can take much more of not knowing.
âDinner, tonight?â He asks, and before you have a chance to answer he's giving you an out, âunless you have plans, of course, then we can do it another time, you know, if you want to, and if you don't that's cool.â
You have to refrain from pinning him against the mirrored wall right then and there. When heâs nervous he has a way of making your core clench around nothing, especially as you watch his Adams apple bob against his collar when he swallows. You take a deep breath in through your nose, attempting to calm yourself.
âI would love to go to dinner, Jimin.â
He smiles, eyes widening with surprise, âReally? I mean, ok great. I'll come to your office at 5?â
Ordinarily, you'd want to go back home first and change, but you're worried he'd lose his nerve if you kept him waiting. You'll have to work with what you've got.
âSounds good.â you reply with a broad smile, unable to hide the glee you feel.
The journey back to the office is fairly quiet, mostly discussing the next case the two of you will be working on. He already wants to start going over depositions, something that takes up a lot of time and often ends up continuing out of work hours, the only perk was spending more time with him.
You part ways, him giving you another devastating smile before heading back to your separate offices. Once that door is shut behind you, you let out a sigh of relief. Another case closed and another one to begin but all leading to spending more time with Jimin.
The last hour of work drags, you retouch your make-up, check your hair twice, and throw some gum in your mouth to freshen up before spitting it in your trash can. At five oâclock on the dot, a knock sounds on your door, always the punctual prince.
âCome in!â You call out and Jimin's face appears in the gap.
âAre you ready?â
âSure, two minutes, let me just shut down.â
He steps in as you turn your computer off and the door clicks shut behind him. He moves nervously across the room to you as you grab your bag and round the desk.
He opens his mouth and closes it again.
âWhat's wrong?â You ask, worried he's changed his mind and just doesn't know how to tell you.
âIââ he pauses and takes a breath, âI want to be transparent with you, when I asked you to dinner I was actually asking you out on a date but then I started thinking I wasn't sure if you knew that or if you thought we were going out as colleagues,â he speaks very fast, eyes bouncing all over the room. âBut I wanted to clarify because if you don't want this to be a date, I am absolutely fine with that and we can just go to dinner as colleagues, not a problem. Sorry if I'm making this weird, I just didn't want you to think thatââ
You stride across the room, closing the space between you as he babbles on, and grabbing the lapels of his blazer you pull him into a desperate kiss. For a moment he freezes, enough to make you doubt yourself but when you break the kiss and start to pull away, he leans back in. One hand cups the side of your face and the other winds around your back, holding you in place. His lips touch yours again with a hunger so fierce it almost buckles you. You find yourself moving backwards without any thought until your calves hit the sofa, knocking you down and taking Jimin with you. In any other circumstance you would have laughed, but feeling his hands hesitantly traverse your body dissipates any humour and replaces it with a raw, consuming need for him.
âWait,â he whispers against your mouth, âhere? Are you sure?â
You chuckle and can't help rolling your eyes. âDo you always have to be such a good boy, Park Jimin?â
You're delighted to see a flush of red hue from under the collar of his shirt all the way up to his hair line.
âDon't worry,â you interject his embarrassment, âI like good boys.â
He bites his bottom lip and smiles, cheeks full of blush, âI just don't want you to think this is the only reason I asked you on a date.â
God, why does he have to be so damn sweet all the time. âHow long have we known each other?â
âThree years, six months and fourteen days.â He says, so matter-of-factly your breath catches in your throat. For a moment you think he's kidding but the longer you stare at his serious expression you come to realise you are wrong.
âDo you know the hours, minutes and seconds too?â you tease.
He chuckles, looking away, âI could work it out.â
A low moan sounds in the back of your throat as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and pull him down to you again, âYou're so sexy,â
âNerds turn you on then?â He jokes as his lips move down your cheek and find your jaw, but there's an insecurity there hiding beneath the surface you can hear it in his voice, a hope in his hesitation.
You cup his face and pull him up to look at you, âNot any nerd, just you.â
You notice the deep breath he takes, his eyes glittering with optimism, as he strokes the hair off your face.
âJimin, I've wanted you for a long time and I really do want that date. I've been hoping you'd ask,â you pause and he begins to lift himself off you, you can see the slight panic as he misunderstands. You pin him back against you, wrapping your legs around his waist. âBut please, if you don't fuck me right now, I may just loose my mind.â
A heat surges in his stare as his hungry gaze travels to your mouth, âIf that is what you want, then I must obey.â
He purrs that last word so seductively your core throbs, gaining its own frantic heartbeat. Then, his lips are on you, making you gasp in surprise, his tongue slides smoothly into your mouth, dancing sensually with yours. But you can't focus when his hands skate gently along your body, sending ripples of pleasure through you.
Items of clothing are removed quickly and messily, as his mouth decorates your abdomen with invisible lip marks. He pushes your skirt up around your waist as he slides down until he's kneeling on the plush carpet, slotting his shoulders between your thighs. Hooking a finger into your lace underwear and pulling it aside, his perfect lips envelop your needy cunt, moving with such expert precision your back arches and your toes curl. The air feels like it's been sucked out of your lungs when you try to gasp for breath, and instead let out a loud moan that has him chuckling against you.
âSomeone will hear you.â He says, his voice deeper than usual and thick with want, before licking a stripe up through your centre and flicking your clit at the end.
âI don't care.â You gasp, writhing beneath him, but he pins your hips down making you whine. You love this forceful side of him, taking charge and in command just like in the courtroom.
Your fingers find his hair, raking through them to get a better look at his face while he works wonders. His tongue swirls around your sensitive bud in a frenzy, and you can't catch your breath, and just as that band in your stomach begins to tighten he pulls away. His mouth glistening with your arousal stretches into a cocky smirk. Frustration leave you in the form of a growl and you sit up on your elbows, âI was just about to-â
âI know,â he cuts you off. âBut I want to feel you come around me.â
He sits on his heels, pulls a foil wrapper out of his wallet and breaks it open with his teeth. Sliding it onto himself, he crawls slowly up your body, making your heart race as you lay back again. Lining himself up at your entryway, you feel him pause, begging to be permitted entry and you respond, leaning up to pull him into a heated kiss. Tasting yourself on him brings a fresh wave of arousal blossoming inside you like a flower opening up to the sun.
Gently, he slides himself inside you, your whole body feels electric, a heat rampaging through you enough to destroy an entire forest.
Unable to control yourself, you hook your legs around his waist and use your feet to push him deeper inside, encouraging him to move faster. You roll your hips to match his movements as he angles up sliding in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot.
Slipping your hands underneath his shirt, your fingernails rake along the skin of his back as you desperately chase that high. His lips explore the expanse of your throat as his hands massage your breasts and the flesh of your hips, he cannot get enough of you and you relish in it.
Your moans and his grunts fill the space, you should be worried about people hearing but you're not. Not at all.
That familiar build up starts again, expanding inside you like a balloon, your legs are tense and your toes curled. Suddenly, it pops and wave, upon wave of pleasure rush through you. Your core spasms wildly around him, milking him of his orgasm too. His thrusts turn sloppy as he returns from his high, collapsing on you and panting heavily.
âFuck.â He says into your neck. âThat wasâŠâ he struggles to find the words.
âUnexpected?â You interject giggling.
âDefinitely.â He leans up to look at you, the heat and hunger sated and replaced with the usual sweet and gentle look you're used to. âBut I am not complaining.â
He presses his lips to yours softly before sliding out of you and removing the condom.
You sit up, fix your underwear and straighten your skirt. While he re-adjusts himself you turn to give him some privacy, attempting to smooth down your wild hair in the reflection of one of the photographs in your office.
âI meant what I said,â you start, turning hesitantly to look at him. He watches, waiting for you to continue. âI really do want that date. I know colleagues technically aren't allowed to, but I'm up for figuring a way around it, if you are?â
He beams at you, his cheeks turning pink. âOk, good, I was hoping you'd say that. Shall we, then?â He asks, holding his hand out for you to take.
Grabbing your purse, you take his hand and head off to enjoy a night with the man of your dreams and now, your reality.
Summary: Everyone thought finding your soulmate meant the start of your happy ending, but when yours happens to be an idol in one of the biggest kpop groups in the world all the secrets and the lies get too much. So you make a choice to put yourself first and leave. Four years on, you pick a random holiday destination to enjoy some time for yourself and who should you happen to run into?
Rating: 18+ (mature) NSFW
Genre(s): soulmate au / idol au / non idol reader / exes to lovers / angst / fluff / smut
Warnings: Talk of heartbreak, relationship break down and mentions of depression related to this / loss of close friendship / oral sex (female receiving) - not detailed / P in V unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) / creampie /
Word count: 6.5k
Beta: @lo1k-diamonds thank you so much for your always helpful suggestions
Banner and moodboard: by me
A/N: This is for @lapydiaries annual summer event 'An unexpected journey'
Taking your first mid-morning walk along the beach since you arrived here â toes sinking slightly into the warm sand and the cool breeze blowing gently through your hair â is the much needed break you'd been after. Something about the sun caressing your skin and the sea salt air makes you feel instantly rejuvenated.
Book in hand, you head to the coffee shop you'd seen when the taxi dropped you off at the apartment late last night. After a delayed flight and a stressful time at the airport locating your luggage, you wanted nothing more than to get into a comfortable bed and had definitely not felt like exploring. But after a good night's sleep, you were more than ready to begin this well deserved holiday.
The decked seating area on the beach looked like the perfect place to get lost in the pages of your novel, with a drink and a pastry. There were a few people already seated; two women chatting and giggling animatedly with each other, a couple holding hands as they looked at something on a phone and two men with their backs to you, sitting together looking out at the sea view.
Climbing up the wooden steps, you throw your flip flops down, wiping the sand off your feet before sliding them back into place and heading inside to make your order.
With the aroma of your coffee filling your senses and comforting you in its warm embrace, you relax into your seat, letting the gentle breeze dance around you. And just as you begin to fall deep into another world, you hear your name from behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, expecting to see an interaction with someone that is not aimed at you, but instead frozen in shock to find yourself looking into the eyes of someone very familiar. Your heart, feeling like it's been jump started, hammers away loudly in your ears as you stare into the large, doe eyes of Jeon Jungkook.
âKookie?â you say quietly as you stand and place your book back down on your table.
His beaming grin has you mirroring him with your own; he always had that effect on you.
âI canât believe it's you!â he says, pulling you into a hug, and as soon as you squeeze your arms around his neck, he lifts you off the floor and spins you around. When he returns you to your feet, you're giggling and pinching his cheeks, making him blush a little, but he doesnât pull away, just stares at you in the same wide-eyed manner as he always used to.
Oh, fuck. Is he with him? The sudden thought has you frozen in place as your eyes dart around, landing on everyone you can see, searching for that familiar blonde hair amongst them.
âItâs ok,â Jungkook starts, âheâs not here.â
You release a breath you didnât realise you were holding, and just that sentence is enough to have you relaxing again.
You take him in, broader than the last time you saw him, his muscular arms particularly noticeable in his tight t-shirt. No longer afraid to have his tattoo on show, you notice appreciatively.
âCome, sit, join me,â you say, taking your seat again and pointing to the empty chair beside yours, glad when he takes you up on the offer. âWhat are you doing here?â you ask, leaning forward eagerly, wanting to hear about everything you've missed.
âWeâre shooting a music video for the lead single on our new album,â he says proudly, the wood of his seat creaking as he leans back.
âI have heard about the highly anticipated new album.â You grin as you bring your coffee cup up to your lips to take a sip.
Raising an eyebrow at you, he tries to rein in his smile but fails miserably. âSo, you've been keeping tabs on us, then?â
This makes you chuckle, what did he expect? âOf course. I loved your album too, I listen to it all the time.â
His eyes widen and mouth forms into a small âoâ, and it makes you giggle. âYou listened to Golden? What's your favourite song?â
Why did this feel like a test? No matter, you would pass with flying colours. âEasy, either âstanding next to youâ or âYes or noâ.â
He smirks playfully. âOk, well, don't I feel special.â
Shaking your head at him, a thought suddenly had a rock settling in the pit of your stomach. âIf you're here for the new album, that means Jimin is here too?â
He grimaces awkwardly, and a seriousness falls over his face as he studies you. âYes, but heâs back at our hotel, training. You wonât see him here, donât worry,â he insists, putting his hands up in surrender, attempting to ease your concern.
You fly halfway across the world, picking somewhere completely random and yet you end up in the same city as the person youâve been avoiding for the last four years. If you were honest, are you even surprised at this point? Soulmates are drawn to each other, after all.
âHow long are you here for?â he asks, fiddling with your napkin, the habit of fidgeting clearly still very prominent. Not that you've ever minded it.
âTen days, you?â
He smiles at you hesitantly. âJust a week.â
A week. A week of looking over your shoulder and searching for his face in every person you pass. âGreat,â you mumble to yourself, but when you look up and see Jungkook's sad expression, you know he caught it, and it's as if someone punched you in the gut. Guilt consumes you and a large knot forms in your stomach. âI'm sorry, Kookie, I really am happy to see you.â
Placing your hand on top of his, he grabs it and squeezes your fingers, giving you a false smile. âThere was a time when we were friends,â he starts, avoiding your eyes and staring at the napkin he's ripped up into small pieces. âDo you remember how close we were?â
You nod, your lower lip trembling with the thoughts of everything you miss. âI'm sorry, I should have stayed in contact with you. I wanted to - I justâŠâ your voice trails off, not even sure what to say at this point. Four years is a long time, how can you justify that?
âHey, it's ok,â he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, âI understand, I do. I know how hard it was for you to walk away. I justâŠI miss you.â
His words slice into you like a fast knife, so quick you barely saw it coming, and without warning, a tear escapes and trails slowly down your cheek. He sits up, sliding his chair closer to you and wipes it away with the back of his hand. âI'm sorry, please don't cry, I'm not trying to upset you,â he panics.
âI know.â Squeezing his hand tighter, you admit, âI miss you, too.â
âJungkook,â the security member with him steps in apologetically, âwe should be getting back, you'll be late for the schedule.â
He nods before turning back to you and rolling his eyes. âThe dreaded schedule.â He lets out a lengthy sigh and stretches his neck, making it click. âMeet me back here tomorrow morning? I'll have more time, and we can have a proper catch up?â
Thinking it over, you know the answer before you've had a chance to weigh up the pros and cons. You can't say no to him when he's looking at you so happy and hopeful. âSure. That would be nice.â
When he stands, you join him, and he quickly pulls you into an embrace. âI'll be here at eight,â he says quietly, holding onto you for a moment longer.
You nod into his shoulder. âI'll be here.â
He pulls back, smiling at you and pressing his lips briefly to your forehead. âIt's so good to see you.â
You cannot describe the overwhelming, safe, familiar feeling he brings you.
From the moment you and Jimin had started dating, and you met Jungkook, you had instantly clicked in a different way than with the other BTS members. You and Jungkook were as close as siblings; you teased him like a younger brother, and he looked up to you like an older sister, always confiding in each other and being that shoulder to cry on in your toughest times.
The night you'd had enough and made the impossible decision to leave Jimin, Jungkook was the one who ran to your side and cradled you in silence while you cried.
He stayed at your house for weeks, cooking to make sure you were eating, forcing you to get up and do things when you were catatonic. But the two of you remaining so close made it impossible toâŠthere isn't a word for it. Move on? How can someone move on from their soulmate? They can't.
When you find them, everything clicks into place, you become bound to one another, your souls intertwined forever. When you were with Jimin, you could breathe, you felt whole, you were happyâŠuntil you weren't.
Being the soulmate of an idol comes with its own cost, one you were more than willing to pay, for a while anyway. But after three years living your life with him, you had left.
If someone had taken a knife and stabbed you in the heart, it would have been less painful than what you felt, and so many times you ended up back at his door. Each night, comforting each other in the darkness, lips on his, body to body, searching for answers you were never going to find. And each time you left, it was torture.
Jungkook had stayed because he was worried. He went between you and Jimin, consoling both any chance he got, until you realised how unfair it was for him to be stuck in the middle. He was exhausted, dark circles permanently under his eyes, no time for anything other than the two of you. He neglected his training, his work, himself. Once you realised that, it was a huge wake up call.
You found an apartment in another country and left. You said your goodbyes to Jungkook, a final nail in the coffin and didn't look back, knowing him and Jimin would be better off without your presence hindering their lives. You plunged head first into your new city, new career, and new life for yourself. An incomplete one but a life nonetheless.
To find yourself back in Jungkook's presence has reminded you, not only of everything you miss but of everything you left behind. And you were not ready to go anywhere near that world. But being around Jungkook felt safe, comforting and loving. Things you have not felt since you left four years ago. You could enjoy it for one day, right?
âI have to go. Sorry.â He gives you a beaming grin and heads off down the wooden steps and onto the beach.
âKookie?â you call out as quietly as you can as you follow him to the steps.
He pauses and turns to you.
âPlease don't tell Jimin I'm here.â
His face falls, and he looks off, a worried expression furrowing his brow. âI can't lie to him.â
You sigh, hating the position you're putting him in, but you have no other choice. âIt's not lying, you're just not mentioning it.â
He gives you a curt nod, turns and jogs off along the beach with his security, leaving you with a rock in the pit of your stomach, having a feeling you won't be able to avoid seeing Jimin the whole week.
*
After a lovely meal in a restaurant on the seafront overlooking the ocean at sunset, you went back to your bed a little tipsy, enjoying your dinner with more than a couple glasses of wine. With your eyes heavy and begging for sleep, it wasn't long before you were pulled under its blanket and dreamt of Jimin. This was a regular occurrence, but the time between dreams of him has been growing longer recently, much to your relief and simultaneous disappointment.
When your eyes snap open to the bright morning light streaming through the thin curtains, a familiar ache in your chest makes you curl up into a ball and hug your knees.
Seeing his face behind your eyes every time you close them, and the feeling of his lips against yours felt so real, you could almost taste him. Licking your lips, you attempt to savour the moment before the fog of sleep completely dissipates, leaving nothing but the harsh reality of life without him.
Glancing at the time on your phone, you have an hour before you meet Jungkook. Maybe a morning swim in the ocean would start your day off nicely.
Throwing off the covers, you head into the bathroom to brush your teeth, shower and change into your swimming costume. Then, grabbing your towel, you rush off outside, trying to leave all thoughts of Jimin behind and back in that bed.
The whole stretch of sand as far as your eye can see is pretty empty, only a handful of people are already out. Finding a spot to leave your towel and belongings is easy on the vacant beach, then you race off into the water. As the tide laps over your feet, you give yourself a moment to adjust to the temperature; not freezing but not warm yet either, before heading further in. By the time the waterâs up to your waist, it almost takes your breath away, but the bright sun, already fairly high in the sky, warms your skin. Diving in, you swim through the gentle current. There's something different about being in the ocean, something that makes you feel at peace. When you start to get really tired and out of breath, you turn on your back and float, staring up at the sky and searching for shapes in the clouds.
âCare for company?â You recognise Jungkook's voice instantly and sit up to tread water as he glides towards you.
âYou're early,â you reply with a grin.
He smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. âAre you still as good a swimmer as I remember?â
âNo,â you say, shaking your head, âI'm better.â
He arches a brow at the challenge. âAlright, first one to touch that buoy wins.â He points to the bright orange marker ahead.
Grinning widely, you agree, âYou're on. Three, two, one, go,â you countdown quickly, hoping for a headstart, but he's on your tail in an instant. You remain in the lead up until a metre from the finish, and he swoops past you. But determination takes over, and you find yourself grabbing his shoulders and clambering onto his back. He shouts out to you and tries to knock you off, but this only makes you cling on tighter as you burst out laughing. He chuckles as his head sinks below the surface until he finds his bearings and powers through the water with you on his back, leaning forward, legs tight around his waist. Just as he's a foot away from the buoy, you lunge forward at it, touching it a couple of seconds before he does.
You erupt into cheers, watching the grin on his face broaden further.
âYou cheated, that doesn't count,â he argues, splashing you in the face with water, making you gasp.
âI beg to differ, all you said was âfirst one to touch the buoyâ. There were no specifications or rules, therefore - technically, it was not cheating.â
He rolls his eyes, a silent admission of his defeat, but before you can say anything else, he lunges towards you, grabbing you around the waist, lifting you and throwing you back into the water.
After a few minutes of playing around in the water, you both begin to head back to the shore.
âI came here early hoping to catch you,â he says, still trying to catch his breath as you wade through the water together. âI can't join you for coffee anymore, sorry.â He winces.
Nudging his shoulder, you say, âHey, that's ok, I know your schedule must be crazy. Playing around in the sea will have to suffice.â
He looks down at his feet as you walk slowly out of the water, his whole demeanor no longer relaxed and carefree like he was in the ocean. His shoulders are tense, and he won't meet your eyes. Your stomach sinks, a thought lurking deep in your mind that churns away inside. âWhat is it, Kookie?â you demand.
He sighs. âI wasn't going to say anything, I promise,â he starts rambling, âbut they all knew something was going on. They thought I'd met my soulmate, so I had to tell them. I'm so sorry.â
And just like that, the niggling thought that had been troubling you since you saw Jungkook yesterday became a reality.
âAnd, well, Jimin really wants to see you.â
âNo,â you say, staring at him flatly. âI can't.â
He grimaces then and looks up guiltily towards the beach. Following his gaze to where you left your belongings, the world around you seems to stand still as your eyes connect with Jimin, and my god, did he look even more beautiful than you remembered, your dreams had not done him justice. His shoulder-length blonde locks, much longer than when you last saw him, move in the gentle morning breeze and suit him in a way you couldnât have imagined. His plump full lips pull up into a smile so devastating, your knees wobble slightly as you remember the way they felt against yours in the dream you had last night. But you canât return it. Youâre already in panic mode, fight or flight. Your legs are powering you forward against your will, feet slapping against the surf and sinking into the wet sand with each step. Your heart, pounding so hard it hurts, desperate to be reunited with its other half, but you canât do it. You canât go through it all again.
Jungkook tries grabbing your hand, but you pull away, even after he calls your name. You canât stop, your feet charging forward with a purpose: to get you the hell out of here.
You glance at Jimin. His smile has vanished, replaced with a worrisome brow, even his security is watching you, full of concern. When you're a couple of metres away, Jimin says your name, and it makes you pause for just a moment. It's long enough for Jungkook to swoop in front of you, hands on both your arms, and his big, dark eyes searching yours.
âI'm sorry,â he says quietly, âbut I couldn't keep this from him.â He pulls you against his chest and holds you so tight you almost feel like you're not falling apart.
âI care about both of you, and I know how much you are hurting,â he whispers. âI've seen how much he's hurting, every day, and how much he misses you. Please, just hear him out.â
Closing your eyes for a moment, you think about the love of your life standing only steps away from you. You think about when you left; you didn't even say a proper goodbye, you simply said everything in the form of a letter and were gone, shutting him out completely because you couldn't deal with more than that. Maybe you owe him that much, the chance to say goodbye, the chance for closure, even though it's impossible. But then you also think about Jungkook, how he's stuck in between you both, and after everything he's done for you, you would do anything for him.
And so you nod. âFine,â you mumble against his chest, and he releases you, looking so relieved that he looks like he might cry.
âThank you,â he says, kissing your forehead and waving Jimin over.
Taking a deep breath to try and calm your frantic heart, you watch as he hesitantly closes the distance between you. A shy smile on his face, reminding you of that boy you first met years ago, insecure and unsure of himself but so sweet and endearing all at once.
âYou can walk me back to my apartment, which is just there.â You point a little way down the beach. âThat's it, nothing else,â you insist.
He nods and puts his hands up in surrender. âI hear you, I just want to talk, that's all, then I'll leave you alone.â
You know you can trust him, but can you trust yourself? Are you strong enough to hold onto your decision? You didn't feel it at this moment, not with his sweet face staring back at you so full of love. But you push that aside and throw on a shirt over your bikini before grabbing the rest of your stuff you left on the sand.
âDo you want me to stay?â Jungkook asks, eyes flitting between you both.
You look to Jimin, who gives you an encouraging smile. âIf it makes you feel better, I'm fine with it.â
You and Jimin alone â the thought terrified you, but you need to strap your big girl boots on and face this. Besides, you've put Jungkook through enough.
âNo, it's ok. I'll see you later, maybe?â
He nods. âI'll call you.â He gives you a grin before running off down the beach with his security, and suddenly the atmosphere changes. The air around you becomes thick and heavy, and you're sure the sun has disappeared behind the clouds, leaving a grey cast across the beach that doesn't match the warmth in the air.
Jimin walks over to his security, looking on a stoneâs throw away, and has a quiet word with him, sending him away before returning to you. âShall we?â
Nodding, you lead the way back along the sand towards your apartment. The silence is so tense it's almost choking, and in a panic, the words are out before you've fully thought about them, âWhat is it you want, Jimin?â
He smiles sadly, staring down at his feet. âI came to find you, you know, after you left. Four times.â
His admission stuns you and makes your feet pause.
âWhat? When?â
He sighs, âEvery year, around the anniversary of the day we met, I'd fly to the States.â He shoves his hands in his pockets, suddenly sheepish. âI contacted someone to track you down â sorry, now I'm hearing it out loud, I realise how stalkerish that sounds.â
You let out an amused breath through your nose, unable to do more than that while still reeling at this information.
âSo, if you knew where I was this whole time, why didn't youâŠâ Your thought trails off, trying to make sense of it.
He shrugs. âI wasâŠscared. You had already left once. And I understand why, I really do, I never blamed you for that. But the thought of knowing it was really over, of not being able to hope that you'd come back, felt too much.â
âSo, every year you came to find me and then what? You'd go home?â
His cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, that makes your heart beat a little bit faster, and he gently moves the sand with his sandal. âEvery year I came, it was with the intention to beg you to come home. I'd build myself up, so sure I could do it. I'd wait until I saw you; walking home from work, going to a coffee shop, taking a walk along the river. But as soon as I'd see you, more beautiful than ever, so light and free with this new life you created, I couldn't bear to come in and ruin it. I'd imagine you going home to someone who treats you good, someone who'll move heaven and earth just to see you smile. I'd think about your job, and how you dreamed of that long before we met and worked so hard to get it. I couldn't come in and ask you to stop your whole life just for me.â
You frown, confused and irritated. âLet me get this straight. You came all that way and ran off like a scared little boy?â
He flinches at that, looking uncomfortable, eyebrows turned up in confusion as this conversation clearly isn't going the way he thought it would.
âInstead of actually doing better and offering me a proper relationship, you just left again?â Your eyes search his desperately, looking for answers, but all he looks back at you with is anguish and helplessness. âYou are so full of excuses, Jimin. You always have been.â
With that, you turn and begin walking again, but he grabs your hand. âNo, wait, please.â
You stop, with your back to him and your eyes focused on your apartment, and give him a minute to continue, hoping and wishing he can get this right.
You want to come home to him, you always have. You want him to be there when you get home, but you deserve to be treated right, not tossed aside as if you don't matter.
âPlease, it's different this time,â he pleads, and you let out a bitter laugh.
âIâve lost count of how many times you've said that. It's never different, Jimin,â you sigh, pulling your hand out of his and stepping away, needing to put some distance between you as you can feel yourself being pulled back in. Just being in his presence is hard enough, but looking into his pleading eyes is almost too much to stay strong.
âBaby, please, I mean it this time.â He reaches out to you again, capturing your wrist and gently pulling it back towards him. âI can't live without you anymore.â
With his words, a dark cloud rolls across the sky, hiding the sun and covering the two of you in a grey cast. Your eyes dart to the water; suddenly, the waves are choppy, and the surf creeps faster up the sand than when you were just in it. The few people who had been on the beach were quickly vacating, giving you an uneasy feeling inside. The sand dances along the beach, making elegant patterns as it moves in the brisk breeze that's whipping your hair around your face.
A rumble in the distance draws both your attention upward, staring up at the gloomy sky, before he returns his focus back to you, stepping forward and leaving only a hairâs width of space between you.
âI will do whatever it takes to have you in my life,â he says, the words so intense you almost believe every single one. But you've been here before, and you know better. âI'm sorry,â he continues, taking your hands in his, and this time you don't pull away.
As you stare back into his desperate, pleading eyes, you feel your resolve start to falter. Something about the way he's staring at you and the need you see there that makes that wall you've built start to crumble.
âI'm sorry for all the times you felt like you weren't good enough.â He continues, âI'm sorry for not listening to your needs. I'm sorry for all those nights you waited up for me, and I didn't show. I'm sorry for hiding you and lying about you to everyone who asked, even other idols, when I knew how it hurt you. I'm sorry for not appreciating you enough because I expected you to always be there. I'm sorry for letting you walk out in the first place, I should have fought harder. But I have changed and I will continue to change, to be better, not just for you but myself.â He pauses to take a breath, eyes brimming with tears that yours surely mirror. âAnd I know that I donât deserve another chance of you loving me, but I'm begging you,â he lands on his knees in the sand with a thud, âplease, give me one last chance to prove things will be different and that I can be the man that you deserve.â
As he looks up at you, a tear finally breaks free from the dam and runs slowly down his cheek and as it does, a drop of rain lands on your head, then another and another. Suddenly, the drops are pelting down from the sky so hard around you, the landscape is but a hazy blur.
Collapsing to your knees, you can't help but reach out and wipe that tear away with your thumb. And as you do, he leans into your touch, closing his eyes and savouring the moment. The touch of his skin has your fingers tingling, a current running from him through to you, an invisible rope pulling you in again, just as his arms snake around your waist to keep you there. You can't deny how good it feels to be here, in his embrace, feeling all worries and concerns melt away into the background. Deciding to listen to your heart, pounding so loud it's practically screaming at you, instead of your head, full of questions you can't answer yet.
Water pours down your faces, but you don't care, all that matters at this moment is you and him. A flash of bright light across the dark sky is the green light you both need as he captures your lips in a fiery kiss so heated that even the devils at the gates of hell would be jealous. Thunder rumbles loudly around you, but all you can focus on is the way his hands feel against your back, holding you firmly against his hard body, and the way his lips feel exploring yours. You let yourself fall back into your bubble of love with him, even if it's only for tonight. Slowly, your guard comes down, and you find yourself exploring his mouth more fervently as if he could disappear at any moment, just like he did in your dream last night.
The taste of his lips is better than your memory has kept all these years, and when his tongue slides across yours, it lights a fire in you more powerful than a thousand suns. You're breaking the kiss and getting to your feet in an instant, pulling him up and leading him quickly to your apartment.
Shutting the door behind you, quelling some of the storm outside, you stare at each other fixed in place. The air around you is so charged you can practically hear the buzz of electricity between you, you can feel it pulling you closer, drawing you in. He moves towards you, every slow step deliberate and giving you an out, but you don't want it. You need him.
Both of you dripping, clothes see through and clinging to skin, now feeling too tight and uncomfortable. He fingers the buttons of your shirt before he peels it away from your skin and lets it drop with a slap on the wooden floor.
You follow his movements as he circles around behind you. When you feel him pull on the ties at the back of your bikini, your already pounding heart picks up pace. His fingers trace lightly across the skin of your back, sending a ripple of goosebumps down your spine, as he returns to you. He stares at you with a want so powerful you can feel it, a heat radiating from him that teases your skin. He pulls at your bikini top stuck to your breasts, and it joins your shirt on the floor. Your nipples harden instantly as the cool air hits your wet skin.
His fingers go to your hips, at the ties on your bikini bottoms. You're growing impatient to have him touch you, really touch you, to make you feel the way he used to, but at the same time, you can't take your eyes off him. He pulls at the strings on both sides and then tugs them down before taking a step back and marvelling at your naked body with an anguished brow, teeth finding anchorage in his plump bottom lip.
âGod, I missed you, baby,â he sighs, closing the space between you both and pulling you against him. He kisses you, softly this time, savouring the moment.
His hands roam your body, tracing every curve and making you shiver with desire. You mould against him perfectly, but the layer of fabric between your flesh frustrates you.
Your fingers race to his buttons with none of the patience he displayed, but with your hands trembling, the task feels impossible. You growl to yourself and opt for ripping the shirt off him instead. The buttons splat out all over the room, clicking against anything they hit.
He pulls back, surprised. âThis shirt cost me a lot of money, but that is so fucking hot.â His mouth captures yours again as he fumbles with his shorts, and you try to help as he pushes you towards the bed. A mess of hands and fabric, the desperation between you both so intense, you feel like you can't breathe.
As your back hits the cushioned mattress, he falls with you, his weight above you and his naked flesh against yours, taking you back to a time when you would get lost with him for hours, exploring every part of each other. Surprising how, in one moment, you can be back there again.
You feel his erection at your entryway, begging to be let in. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you use your feet to coax him inside you. You're so needy for him, he has no problem sliding inside. As he begins to move, each thrust sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to you that makes your heart swell each time, his lips move along your jaw, teeth grazing your earlobe. âSay you'll stay with me.â
Your moans echo in the quiet room, much louder than the rain beating against your windows.
âPlease, baby, say it,â he groans against your throat.
You can't think, let alone speak. All you want is him, every day, for the rest of your life. You can't possibly live without him now.
He picks up his pace, hips angling at just that perfect way you like, reaching just the right spot that makes your toes curl.
âSay you're mine, please,â he breathes.
As your insides pull tight, your breath ragged and heart racing, you call out his name as you unravel around him and tell him what he's so desperate to hear. âIâm yours, Jimin, I'll stay.â
With that, he releases himself inside you as he peppers eager kisses down your neck, and as his movements slow, he collapses on top of you, holding you tightly. He slides out of you, settling between your breasts.
âI'll talk to the company about releasing a statement,â he says gently, but in your blissed out haze, you can't make sense of his words.
âWhat are you talking about?â you say as you stroke his hair.
He lifts his head up to look at you. âA statement announcing I've found my soulmate.â
Your recovering heart suddenly slams back into overdrive, pounding so hard, you know he can feel it as he leans his chin on your chest. âJimin, you can't be serious.â
He smirks at you with a one sided smile that has your core clenching around nothing. âLet me show you how serious I am.â He replies as he begins a trail of kisses across your breasts and down your stomach.
After hours of endless leg shaking ecstasy, desperate pleas and calling out names, you fall curled up against him, leaving the worries of decisions as a problem for later.
*
Waking from the deepest sleep you've had in a while to orange sunlight streaming in through the window, flashes from this morning play behind your sleepy eyelids. Your lips swollen from kissing, your muscles aching and your core sore but in the best way possible, you reach out to the other side of the bed to pull Jimin close, but your searching fingertips find nothing.
Your eyes snap open and look frantically around your apartment, could he have left already? Did he mean anything he said?
Your stomach twists anxiously at the idea of having to start life again without him, but in the midst of your spiralling thoughts, you hear a murmur of a voice in the distance. Your eyes are drawn to the double doors overlooking the beach, left ajar. Through the thin white curtains, you can see a figure standing on the porch.
Climbing out of bed and covering your naked body with your long white shirt, you wrap it around yourself and step outside. This morning's thunderstorm is a distant memory, the sand is dry and the sun hot and setting below the horizon, and the calm sea lazily laps at the shore.
Jimin stands on the porch staring at the ocean, phone at his ear, leaning on the wooden railing, his open shirt billowing in the breeze, looking picture perfect.
âYes, ok, thanks,â he says before hanging up. Your arms wrap around his waist, pressing your cheek to his back, and he instantly holds your hands tight to keep you there.
âGood evening, beautiful,â he says gently.
âHi,â you reply, smiling against him. He turns in your grasp, giving you the opportunity to hook your fingers behind his neck and him an excuse to grab your rear.
âI thought you'd left,â you admit, feeling a warmth tint your cheeks.
He looks pained for a minute before hooking your chin up to meet his eyes. âWithout saying goodbye?â
You smile sheepishly, a sadness beginning to creep in at the thought of him leaving. Any moment yet, he'll announce he needs to go or he has a schedule, some parting excuse.
âI take it you haven't checked your phone yet,â he says, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
This makes you frown, what on earth could he mean?
âNo,â you reply, bewildered.
âMaybe you should,â he says, fighting a smirk.
Breaking the embrace, you head back into the bedroom, looking in the obvious places for it, and quite quickly, you become frantic. Where the hell is your phone?
Suddenly, you spot it on the floor, sticking out from under the bed, and make a dive for it. Unlocking it, you see a usual amount of notifications, but it was the news headline that sat at the top that had your entire focus:
âGlobal BTS superstar Park Jimin finds soulmate.â
Your heart swells like a balloon in your chest, fit to pop as you click on the story and read.
âHe's officially off the market, army!â
The tagline makes you laugh as you skim through the words. You aren't mentioned by name, but you aren't a secret anymore.
âWe've not been told what that means for Jimin specifically, but in the statement released by Hybe earlier today, they assure army all members of BTS will remain together and continue preparations for the upcoming album release and world tour.â
Jimin's hands find your hips and turn you to face him. He takes the phone gently from your grasp and throws it on the bed. âI love you,â he whispers, touching his forehead to yours. And for the first time in a long time, you feel completely at peace. Everything feels how it should be, and you can't wait to start your life with him, however that might look.
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Synopsis: A case of Hanahaki disease shows up on your table, bringing with it a man from your past.
Pairing: Mafia Organ Broker!Namjoon x Coroner!F!reader
Genre: Horror/Thriller, Angst
Trope: Hanahaki disease, mafia inferences
Flowers Chosen: Anemone, Sweet pea (It's vague but I took some liberties in descriptions of the flowers)
Triggers/Warnings: Graphic description of an autopsy and equipment, overall cryptic environment of a morgue, inference to Namjoon being into organ marketing/mafia, mention of surgical scars. Angst with inferences of a past tragic relationship.
Submission for @lapydiaries Admin Dae's Drowning in Flowers event
A/N: Thank you to @sanjoongie and @pars-ley for getting me through writing this! I've never written or really known about Hanahaki disease before this beyond just vague ideas. I wanted to play with the idea of seeing the effects of it from a different pov than you'd expect. Thank you to @cafekitsune as always for the dividers and @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner! Written while listening to Dying To Love and The Grey by Bad Omens.
The familiar tingle of disinfectant stings your sinuses as you make your way across the chilly, windowless room. The soft ticking of the clock adds some ambiance to the silent space, and youâre reminded that youâve yet to cue up some music to get you through the long night to come.
You go about the beginning of your shift, paperwork, checklists, all of the things ingrained into your everyday routine. Pulling out your white lab coat, you turn to secure your hair then wash up before heading over to cold storage.
The stainless steel metal doors house those unfortunate enough to have ended up in this quiet morgue, in the hands of a woman whoâd come to terms with death long ago.
Your eyes search for one particular door, your heart heavy as you recall the documents listing her stats.Â
Door number 3.
Female, 25. Lung obstruction possibly leading to death.
A tingle races up your spine but you roll your shoulders to try to release the tension building slowly.
You push aside the technical terms youâd read off her chart, trying to clear your mind before you face the poor girl lying on the slab behind the door reducing her to a number in a refrigerator. Â
Pausing, you take a deep breath that tugs at your own past scars before you nod once. Perhaps youâd be wrong and itâd be a simple case of pneumonia that had killed her. Â
Forcing yourself into professional mode, you tug open the door and begin the steps for her autopsy.
All hope drains from you as your scalpel slices through her chilled flesh and tissue, cranking open the rib spreader to reveal the lungs beneath. The tell tale sign of the disease is automatically apparent as you notice the little barbs puncturing the lining.
The familiar floral scent permeates the air as you make an incision, so out of place in this sterile, sanitized environment. The once beautiful blooms are now withering in her chest, the fetid fragrance of sweet rot accompanying the decaying petals. Â
You set aside your scalpel and gently pick one up, rubbing the deteriorating tissue between your gloved fingertips. A sigh leaves your lips at the discovery, but before you can return to your work, soft footfalls catch your attention from the ceiling above. Â
Your hand hovers over your surgical knife, your gut twisting as the footsteps seem to hesitate.Â
As much as you will those shoes and the man connected to them to turn and leave, youâve been anticipating this since youâd read her chart.Â
To your dismay, heavy clomps descend the concrete steps before the morgue door is being swung open.
You blow out a long breath as your sanctuary is breached by the living, breathing figure youâd rather not have to face. Â
He seems to sense your unwillingness, but you both know it canât be avoided.
After a moment he clears his throat, the first note of your name brushing past his lips. But before he can even utter the syllable, you cut him off.Â
âNamjoon.âÂ
Bracing yourself, you keep your face stoic before turning to face him.
Tall, short hair slicked back from his forehead. Dark eyes behind glasses that just enhance his good looks, an expensive suit adorning his large frame that can only be purchased at the most exclusive tailors.
The rigid creak of leather cuts the tension in the air as his gloved fist clenches the handle of his thick metal briefcase.
His full lips twitch at the edges, that familiar dimple threatening to peek out and wink at you as if it could stir your heart once more.
Youâre aware of how ridiculous you both must look, two people standing in a cold morgue staring at one another probably reliving a lifetime of memories, yet you both have a job to do.
âIâll prepare it.â You turn your back to him, willing your hand to steady as you retrieve your scalpel and go about extracting the thorny mass from the cadaver's chest cavity.
Silence fills the room for a long moment as you work before he finally steps up across from you. You only give him a glance before returning to your removal, your sharp blade delicately separating plant from human cells as he observes. Â
As rare as it was for this to come across your table, itâs not as if itâs never happened. Youâre both well versed on this by now, an almost companionable quiet settling around you.Â
âYouâve gotten better at the roots.â The deep timbre of his voice draws you from your inner thoughts. You merely nod, finally withdrawing the compacted blooms from the thorax. Â
He settles the heavy briefcase on the table beside you, the sharp snick of the latches unlocking as you turn with the mass in your hands to gently place it inside. Â
Your gaze lingers on the beautifully horrific plant, wondering about the girl they came out of and the person whoâd caused her to birth them. If sheâd suffered much as they slowly suffocated her.
Namjoonâs hands linger on the lid, allowing you the time with your thoughts. A sadness washes over you as you tear your eyes away and look up at the man whoâd once-
âHave there been any breakthroughs?â You redirect your focus, voicing something more tangible and less melancholic.
That dimple peeks out again as he shakes his head, his tongue pushing out his lower lip the way he always does when heâs frustrated. Â
âYou know Iâm not privy to thatâŠbutâŠâ His gaze meets yours, dropping to your collar before quickly snapping back up. â...but you know if I ever know-â
Your smile is your only answer as he finally snaps the lid shut, sealing away the diseased blooms within now that your part in this is through. Â
With a nod, he lifts the case and turns to go, his footfalls a small relief as they signal that you can return to your routine without the intrusion of his presence trespassing on your mind.
Before you can turn back to the autopsy, he pauses at the door, his broad shoulders tensing.
Without looking back, he places a hand on the door, hesitating. Â
âIâll keep my promise. Until the moment I draw my last breath, I swear-â Â
His vow rings throughout the room, and you can only feel the remnants of your heart stir like a specter; a ghost limb trying to remember the place it no longer resides.
Without another word, he pushes the door open and ascends the stairs, his heavy footfalls slowly fading as you allow the cold silence to calm your weary bones.
Your turn back to the table, the clock ticking faintly as you resume your night.
Your hand drifts up to your torso, your palm settling over the fabric that conceals your surgical scars.
You canât help but wonder which is the preferable fate; the disease extinguishing your life like this poor soul on your table orâŠliving but unable to love again.
You grab the tiny remote and turn on some music to drown out the intrusive hope that Namjoonâs longing eyes held, focusing on what will hopefully be the last tragic case of Hanahaki to come across your table.
I loved every second of this fic. How you made something with less than 1500 words feel like pages and pages, is truly a gift. This reads like a dark, mysterious poetry and couldn't be more perfect for your comeback fic!
As soon as you step into your apartment, the quiet envelopes you, calming your chaotic thoughts and reminding you of the peace that exists in your life.
To say you'd had a bad day would be an understatement, you've had the worst day in a long time, but a bad day doesn't last, it is exactly that. One bad day. Tomorrow is a new day and you can start fresh but that hasn't stopped you needing to rant to your boyfriend on the way home.
Jin stands in the doorway of the kitchen, even in his pink dressing gown, looking like he just stepped off of a page in a magazine.
"Welcome home." he says quietly with a small smile and the words alone bring tears to your eyes. He's at your side in an instant, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you sob into them, releasing all your pent up stress from the day. He stands there with you, stroking your hair, keeping you close until you begin to calm down. His scent swirls around you, comforting you and warming your insides, the steady beat of his heart soothes your emotions, trying to mimic his breathing to calm yourself further, and it works.
As soon as the tears have stopped falling he tucks you into his armpit, holding you close to his side and coaxes you into the living room. He takes your bag and coat and leads you to your favourite chair. As you take a seat, he brings over the foot stool for you before he leaves the room. Looking at the table beside you, you notice your book laid out neatly on your page and a folded blanket on the arm rest of the chair. Your heart swells.
What did you do to deserve this man?
He's at your side again, holding a freshly brewed coffee, the smell, a goddess to your senses.
"You sit here and relax," he says as he lays the blanket across your lap. "I'm cooking dinner and when we're done I'm going to run you a nice bath with those pink candles you like."
"God, I love you." you sigh, making him chuckle.
"I love you too." he responds, leaning down to kiss you sweetly, his plump lips captivating you entirely. "And after you've relaxed in the tub, I'll make you forget all about today." he whispers against your lips, sending a heat down to your core you were not expecting. He presses his lips to yours once more and as he turns to leave you to it, he calls dramatically, "but first I must attend to the dinner."
Staring at the back of his head, you can't help but giggle as you hear him swear when he drops something, followed by, "it's ok, I'm ok!"
Shaking your head, you get settled with your drink, already forgetting about the burdens of your day and more thankful than ever for the man in your life.
Pairing: WitchHunterJeonJungkook! x WitchFemaleReader!
Summary: You like your cottage in the middle of the woods, away from everyone, and as a witch it offers you an element of protection. Until you find a witch hunter laying wounded and dying on your doorstep, you may be sworn enemies but you would not let him suffer the fate that awaitsâŠespecially not when you realise who he is.
Genre(s): Best friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / childhood friends to enemies to lovers / forbidden love / angst / fantasy au / witch/witchunter au
Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI
Warnings: descriptions of wounds and blood / mentions of magical powers / potion making / the grim reaper / main character wounded / witchcraft
Word count: 3.5k
Banner: me
Moodboard: @anyamaris thank you, it's perfection!
Beta: @anyamaris I appreciate you!
A/N: This is for the @lapydiaries event âwitch huntâ, as last minute Ley strikes again. This will be in at least three parts.
Today started off as any other ordinary day in your cottage in the woods, shrouded by overhanging leaves from the branches of the trees that surround your home, caging you in and making you feel safe and unseen; just how you like it.
Little did you know, when you awoke and opened the wooden shutters on your windows, greeting the dull, overcast morning accompanied by the sound of heavy rain, that you would have a rather unexpected visitor.
Very rarely do you invite anyone to your home and even more rarely for someone to stumble across it accidentally.
So when you open your front door to call to your companionâan elegant raven who has been by your side for yearsâyouâre surprised to see a slumped figure, hunched over on your doorstep. Managing to catch yourself before falling over him, you straighten up and survey the landscape. Your eyes skim the trees for any other sign of life but sense nothing, before they fall back down to the man below you.
Crimson draws your attention to the top of his naked arm, a biteâwith teeth marks big enough to have only come from a dragon and your heart sinks.
It's not being eaten by a dragon that most people fear, the beasts don't like the taste of humans anyway, but surviving the bite is something else entirely, something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. From their teeth, a poison, slow but deadly, rampages inside until it's burning a pathway of fire in your veins, setting you alight from the inside till you're nothing left but ash.
Crouching beside him, you lift his long dark hair covering his face like a black veil, and place two fingers against his throat searching for any sign of life. A weak pulse throbs gently against your fingertips, he doesn't have much time and you don't have all of what you need to cure him here.
Placing two fingers in your mouth, you whistle loudly and your loyal bird swoops straight over, landing lightly on your shoulder.
âI need you to fly to the village, fetch Hester and tell her I need glacier water, ashes from the oak, and tears of the phoenix. Go.â
Her answering âcawâ echoes through the surrounding woodland as she flies away, quickly disappearing above the trees.
All you can do now is get him comfortable and try to limit his pain as much as possible until your friend arrives.
Itâs only then that your eyes make out a dark shape through the congealed blood that had cascaded down his forearm, a familiar pattern on his skin you recognise. A tattoo, one you'd watched him have and held his hand through the pain.
Your heart hammers painfully in your chest, the sound, so furious, filling your ears you can no longer hear the raindrops pelting the leaves around you, only the incessant panicked beating of the organ that once belonged to this man.
Willing yourself to be wrong, you gently tilt his head back to lean against your doorframe and with it, his long hair parts completely, only to reveal your worst nightmare.
Jeon Jungkook.
Older since the last time you saw him but still with the same boyish, handsome face you remember. Seven years since he had crossed your path, seven years since youâd stared into his eyes or felt his lips pressed against yours, seven years since you knew what it felt like to be held in his arms.
A tightness squeezes your chest, making it hard to breathe as you reach out hesitantly with a trembling hand, cupping his face. Cold, clammy skin feels unnatural against your touch, too used to Jungkookâs smouldering warmth, even after all this time.
He stirs slightly and whispers your name. You couldnât deny the pull it has inside you, not realising until this moment the lingering hold he still has over you.
âI'm here, Kookie. Let's get you inside.â you say gently, sounding much calmer than you felt.
Your chaotic thoughts bounce around inside your head, panic squeezing your heart in a vice but you have to move, he needs help and fast.
You place his uninjured arm around your shoulders and grab him firmly around his waist, hoisting him up, it uses all your strength, even with his feeble attempt to aid you. His legs buckle under him instantly and you yank him up with all your might to stop him from falling. The muscles in your back protest painfully from the movement but you ignore it and push through, leading him stumbling through your cottage.
You all but drop him onto your bed, lacking the strength for being delicate. Roughly, you pull off his vest, thick with blood which makes the leather look even darker, and toss it aside. You make sure he is as comfortable as you can, before you rush off, clattering about in your kitchen, bringing back your cauldron and as many vials and jars with exotic ingredients that could help him that you have.
Jungkook moans in agony, clutching at the gory bite on his shoulder and when your eyes dart back to him, the sallow grey of his skin and sheen of sweat that glistens across his body has your stomach tightening in sickening knots.
This only encourages your hands to move faster as you begin to pour things into your cauldron, making a start on a potion that might ease some of his pain.
Adding in chamomile and a sprinkle of lavender in hopes of soothing him, you quickly get a ladle of the unappealing wilted green mixture, thankful he's unconscious and unable to refuse you. Carefully you lift his head up and spoon small amounts of the liquid in, he drinks it slowly and when the whole spoonful is gone you lay him down again. There is nothing to do but wait for your friend Hester to arrive with the other necessary ingredients.
And so you sit and watch him. Watching his chest rise and fall slowly, listening to the sound of his laboured breathing, and as your eyes drift over him, you really notice how much he's changed over the years.
The skinny, awkward looking boy has been replaced by a man with solid muscle on every part of his body. His long hair splays out across your pillow, no doubt it reaches half way down his back. He now has three piercings in his bottom lip and a lot more in his ears, which he's decorated with small metal spikes that hang from the lobe, sharp enough to cut someone. Tattoos mark both his arms, his chest and stomach, patterns that you know are for a purpose to the Witch Hunters. Usually, for every witch they stop or kill, they get new markings and boy, does he have a lot.
For a brief moment you wonder what he would do to you if he were in better shape, but you have a history with him that dates back to your birth, and that has to count for something, right?
You were two souls who had been bound together since you entered the world. An agreement by your families that you would both make the strongest couple to continue on to lead the next generation of witch huntersâŠthat isâŠuntil your powers came in when you came of age and spun your world on its axis.
Being ostracised from your home and community, being shunned by your friends and family, including your parents, who looked at you like you were a repulsive insect theyâd rather squash than release into the wild, they were all bearable things compared to living without Jungkook. That had been something else entirely.
And now with his close proximity, you perch on the edge of your bed and reach out to touch your hand to his, hesitant but desperate for the feel of his warm touch against yours. Slowly your fingers brush against his calloused palms and almost as if it's instinctive, he weakly threads his fingers through yours. Looking back at him to see if he's conscious, his eyelids flutter open and find you instantly.
He whispers your name like it's the cure to heal him and your heart pulls to him so hard it nearly takes your breath away.
âHow are you here?â he says, voice coarse and strained.
Leaning down, you stroke a strand of hair off of his sweaty face, âDon't you remember?â you ask, wanting to keep him awake as long as you can. He shakes his head slowly and winces.
âYou were on my doorstep this morning.â you answer, watching him carefully but his eyelids slowly close again.
âIâŠdidn't knowâŠwhere elseâŠto go.â he responds, before the blanket of sleep pulls him under again and you repeating his name does nothing to rouse him.
Panic squeezes your insides, making your lungs feel tight and unable to get enough air in and when your front door swings open, slamming against the wall, you almost send a bolt of death to the culprit.
Hester rushes in, arms full of ingredients, eyes unwavering from the stranger in your bed.
âI could have killed you.â you scold, standing and hurrying to her side to help.
âSorry,â she winces as she quickly hands you vials and jars, âA dragon bite?â she asks and you respond with a curt nod. âI figured as much with the ingredients list Muninn said you need.â She nods her head towards the raven, now sitting on his perch in your kitchen. âHow did you find him?â
You tell her about your morning and just before you both begin mixing the potion in the cauldron at the bedside, she freezes.
âWait, he's a witch hunter.â
Looking up at her accusing stare, focused now on you, you pause briefly, âSoâŠI'm supposed to let him die?â
For a moment she hesitates, âIf he was awake, he'd slaughter us if he could.â
âHe wouldn't, trust me.â you continue mixing, as she speaks out loud in the order she places them into the cauldron.
âWater from the stream on the winter mountain, scales from the ice salamander,â with every vial poured in you get closer to helping him but your fingers shake around the wooden spoon, under the pressure of his life in your hands, âashes from the blessed oak tree, tears of the fire phoenix and dragonbone dust from the forbidden pit.â
You look at each other nervously when the mixture sparks and a cloud of smoke engulfs you both momentarily before dissipating in the air around you.
âI'll bind his wrists, he won't like you putting this on one bit.â she whispers, glancing nervously at him as if he's a snake that could strike at any moment.
âNo.â you say quickly, your heart making you weak, âI'll bind him, you apply it.â
She nods, getting it ready, as you pull out two leather belts from your wardrobe and wrap them carefully around each of his wrists. You tie his injured arm down, looping the belt under the bed, to keep his shoulder as visible as possible and the other, to your bed posts, tightening them as much as you can.
You nod to her to start. She reaches in and scoops the thick, grey mixture out with her hands and rubs it gently onto the wound. But the moment it touches the broken skin, his body jolts and he lets out a scream that turns your blood to ice. Pain seizes your heart, finding it unbearable to watch him in such agony but you force your frozen limbs to move, to hold his body still as he writhes and thrashes on your bed.
He calls out your name, begging you to stop and you don't miss the questioning look Hester flashes you with, as you try your best to calm him with false promises.
âDo it quickly, please.â you say through gritted teeth, blinking back the tears pricking at your eyes.
His muscles strain against the leather binds, veins bulging in his neck as he calls out to you. Inside you're screaming, wanting nothing more than to end his pain and if you could transfer it from him to you, you wouldn't have to think twice about it. But unfortunately, that wasn't in your power element, you were only able to bring darkness and decay.
âOk, done.â Her voice interrupts the screeching in your mind and silences it, just as Jungkook collapses back onto the bed.
Hester wraps his wound with bandages but you're unable to move, hands still on him where you were pinning him down. Eyes fixed on the wrinkle between his brow, still seeming tortured even in sleep.
She clears her throat, and snaps your attention back to her and it's only then you can feel the cold trail from tears on your cheeks. âWho is he?â she asks, almost as if she knows the answer already.
âJungkook.â
Your voice comes out in a horse whisper as you stroke back the hair slicked to his forehead, smiling when he leans into your touch slightly.
âWell, now this makes sense.â she says quietly.
Clasping your hand in his, your thumb rubbing gentle circles on his wrist, as an attempt to comfort him and to let him know you're still with him.
âI need you to be prepared that this potion might not work,â she says quietly, hand on your shoulder, âand if he dies, the witch hunters will be coming and they will capture and kill us both.â
The image of his face starts to blur from the tears filling your eyes, the idea of him not making it didn't bear thinking about but it is a reality you should consider, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You knew the ripple effect his death would have, not just within his community, but on you too. And you did not want anyone in your path if that happened, you dread to think of the devastation your grieving could cause. And whatever fate awaits for you, you would accept it. But Hester shouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of your choices.
âNo, you go. No one will know you were here.â
She squeezes your shoulder. âNot a chance, I'm not leaving you alone. I'll clean up, you sit with him.â
Her warmth from your side vanishes, as you hear her busy herself in your kitchen, deciding to settle into your armchair, pulling it as close to Jungkook as you could and taking his hand in yours again. You wait.
And wait.
Sometime later a blanket of darkness falls upon your room and Hester's footsteps are the only sound that fills the space as she lights all the candles you have scattered around your home. The amber light flickers against Jungkook's face making him look even more angelic where he lay. You watch his chest anxiously, ensuring there's still movement with each shallow, silent breath he takes.
âThe other witch hunters will be scouting the area for him.â Hesterâs voice whispers by your ear.
âI know, which is why you should go, you have the cover of darkness to use to your advantage. Muninn will accompany you and lead you out of the woods, he will tell me when you're home and safe.â
She hesitates, looking out the window. âI don't want to leave you.â
Your heart swells as you turn to her, taking her hand in yours and giving it an encouraging squeeze. âHester, I'll be fine. I can take care of myself. Please, go. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you.â
She stares off into the night and you can practically see the cogs turning in her mind, before her resolve falters and she gives you a tight nod. âStay safe.â she whispers, kissing you lightly on the cheek before grabbing her shawl and leaving you alone with your previous love, your raven hot on her tail.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Jungkook sits up suddenly with a gasp that has you at his side instantly.
âThe witchesâŠyour old covenâŠâ he gasps, chest heaving as he struggles for breath.
âHey, itâs ok, you need to rest, calm down.â you attempt to reassure him with your hand on his chest, easing him back down to the bed but he fights you, muscles straining under your touch.
âNo, you have to listenâŠI donât have much timeâŠâ
You frown at his words, an urgency inside you to tell him heâs wrong almost interrupts him again but with each word he says his breath billows out in a mist around him and your heart plummets. The air around you becomes thick and uncomfortable, the candles seem to dim and the room shrinks into darkness as if being smothered in shadow. And when you glance down at your hands still against the hard planes of his chest you notice the goosebumps appearing in a rapid trail up your forearms, sending a shiver through your body that unnerves you. You know what's about to happen, youâve seen this before, many times but denial has you ignoring the dark presence that has appeared beside you.
âYou donât understand,â he turns to you, his large ebony pools open and desperate, pleading with you to listen. âyour old covenâŠI followed them last nightâŠto dragon mountain.â
This catches your attention but the shadowed figure looming beside you steals your focus as reality slips through the hopefulness youâre trying to will into existence.
Jungkook reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it and jolting you back to him. âI can see him and I know you can too, heâs here to take me, isnât he?â
Your mouth opens but you canât bring yourself to say the words, unwilling to believe them yourself.
âI need to tell you this first, please.â he frowns, wincing in pain as he lays down, and clutching at his shoulder, when you nod. âThe witchesâŠdid somethingâŠforbidden,â he gasps, each breath more ragged by the second. âI watched them slaughter a dragon.â
Your back straightens so fast itâs as if someone shoved a hot poker straight up your spine. A small part of you wants to disagree and say that it must be a mistake but remembering that the reason you left the coven in the first place; for their growing use of dark magic, it silences any other thoughts. The figure beside you reaches a disfigured hand out towards Jungkook and panic swells in your throat concealing a scream that hurts your chest.
He arches his back, writhing in agony but he continues on, âThey collected its blood in vials and took it.â he calls out, and suddenly your throat is contracting in a swallow in an attempt to wet your painfully dry mouth.
Glancing at the hooded shadow, face concealed in darkness as usual, now just as frozen as you are, youâre surprised when it nods at you, something itâs never done before. But this makes you relax a little, itâs giving you more time and your mind scrambles to think of a way to use it but what Jungkook is telling you has your blood curdling inside you.
âYou know what theyâll do with it, donât you?â he says through gritted teeth, panting and growling like a wild animal as his skin heats alarmingly beneath your touch.
You did. There was only one spell that required dragon's blood but it's so outlawed that no-one has tried to use it in a hundred years, not that youâre aware of.
Someone is trying to open a portal to hell, but why? And why would these witches do it, what could they possibly gain from that?
âYou have to stop them.â he gasps, his breath seeming caught somewhere in his chest, the panic in his eyes as he meets yours slices into you like a knife, cutting your heart open and bleeding love in the expanse of your lonely cottage.
As the entity continues to reach out, panic squeezes your heart, feeling like it could burst and take the entire world with it.
âWaitâŠnot yetâŠIâm sorryâŠI'm so sorryâŠâ he continues, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes, â...I have always loved you. ForgiveâŠ.meâŠâ his body stills and voice fades out before he says that last word. Words that any other time you would have been desperate to hear, but not now, not when you canât say anything back.
Your lungs burn with every raking breath, as you suck in air, in an attempt to release the suffocating pressure in your chest. Tears run wildly down your face, and the sound of a choked sob echoes in the room but something deep inside you boils, something youâve never felt beforeâŠrising up until a bloodcurdling scream escapes and silences everything else around you. And the shadowed figure stills, just before its icy grip of death clasps Jungkook's arm, and its head turns slowly in your direction.
AYO???? im suing u for this??? ( i have a long list of people to sue ig ) but omg this was everythinggspoilers uunder cut
The little hints to the reader and jk's pas together?? delicious11 I cannot WAIT to read more of their dynamic ughghghhghg
Plus dragon blood being outlawed?? Opening a prtal to hell????? PLEASE I NEED MROE FEED ME JUICE SAY YO im literally typoing all over the plae because my jaw is dropped to the ground!!i
gnawing on my fingers for the next partssss thank u so much for participating in our event ley <33
Pairing: WitchHunterJeonJungkook! x WitchFemaleReader!
Summary: You like your cottage in the middle of the woods, away from everyone, and as a witch it offers you an element of protection. Until you find a witch hunter laying wounded and dying on your doorstep, you may be sworn enemies but you would not let him suffer the fate that awaitsâŠespecially not when you realise who he is.
Genre(s): Best friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / childhood friends to enemies to lovers / forbidden love / angst / fantasy au / witch/witchunter au
Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI
Warnings: descriptions of wounds and blood / mentions of magical powers / potion making / the grim reaper / main character wounded / witchcraft
Word count: 3.5k
Banner: me
Moodboard: @anyamaris thank you, it's perfection!
Beta: @anyamaris I appreciate you!
A/N: This is for the @lapydiaries event âwitch huntâ, as last minute Ley strikes again. This will be in at least three parts.
Today started off as any other ordinary day in your cottage in the woods, shrouded by overhanging leaves from the branches of the trees that surround your home, caging you in and making you feel safe and unseen; just how you like it.
Little did you know, when you awoke and opened the wooden shutters on your windows, greeting the dull, overcast morning accompanied by the sound of heavy rain, that you would have a rather unexpected visitor.
Very rarely do you invite anyone to your home and even more rarely for someone to stumble across it accidentally.
So when you open your front door to call to your companionâan elegant raven who has been by your side for yearsâyouâre surprised to see a slumped figure, hunched over on your doorstep. Managing to catch yourself before falling over him, you straighten up and survey the landscape. Your eyes skim the trees for any other sign of life but sense nothing, before they fall back down to the man below you.
Crimson draws your attention to the top of his naked arm, a biteâwith teeth marks big enough to have only come from a dragon and your heart sinks.
It's not being eaten by a dragon that most people fear, the beasts don't like the taste of humans anyway, but surviving the bite is something else entirely, something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. From their teeth, a poison, slow but deadly, rampages inside until it's burning a pathway of fire in your veins, setting you alight from the inside till you're nothing left but ash.
Crouching beside him, you lift his long dark hair covering his face like a black veil, and place two fingers against his throat searching for any sign of life. A weak pulse throbs gently against your fingertips, he doesn't have much time and you don't have all of what you need to cure him here.
Placing two fingers in your mouth, you whistle loudly and your loyal bird swoops straight over, landing lightly on your shoulder.
âI need you to fly to the village, fetch Hester and tell her I need glacier water, ashes from the oak, and tears of the phoenix. Go.â
Her answering âcawâ echoes through the surrounding woodland as she flies away, quickly disappearing above the trees.
All you can do now is get him comfortable and try to limit his pain as much as possible until your friend arrives.
Itâs only then that your eyes make out a dark shape through the congealed blood that had cascaded down his forearm, a familiar pattern on his skin you recognise. A tattoo, one you'd watched him have and held his hand through the pain.
Your heart hammers painfully in your chest, the sound, so furious, filling your ears you can no longer hear the raindrops pelting the leaves around you, only the incessant panicked beating of the organ that once belonged to this man.
Willing yourself to be wrong, you gently tilt his head back to lean against your doorframe and with it, his long hair parts completely, only to reveal your worst nightmare.
Jeon Jungkook.
Older since the last time you saw him but still with the same boyish, handsome face you remember. Seven years since he had crossed your path, seven years since youâd stared into his eyes or felt his lips pressed against yours, seven years since you knew what it felt like to be held in his arms.
A tightness squeezes your chest, making it hard to breathe as you reach out hesitantly with a trembling hand, cupping his face. Cold, clammy skin feels unnatural against your touch, too used to Jungkookâs smouldering warmth, even after all this time.
He stirs slightly and whispers your name. You couldnât deny the pull it has inside you, not realising until this moment the lingering hold he still has over you.
âI'm here, Kookie. Let's get you inside.â you say gently, sounding much calmer than you felt.
Your chaotic thoughts bounce around inside your head, panic squeezing your heart in a vice but you have to move, he needs help and fast.
You place his uninjured arm around your shoulders and grab him firmly around his waist, hoisting him up, it uses all your strength, even with his feeble attempt to aid you. His legs buckle under him instantly and you yank him up with all your might to stop him from falling. The muscles in your back protest painfully from the movement but you ignore it and push through, leading him stumbling through your cottage.
You all but drop him onto your bed, lacking the strength for being delicate. Roughly, you pull off his vest, thick with blood which makes the leather look even darker, and toss it aside. You make sure he is as comfortable as you can, before you rush off, clattering about in your kitchen, bringing back your cauldron and as many vials and jars with exotic ingredients that could help him that you have.
Jungkook moans in agony, clutching at the gory bite on his shoulder and when your eyes dart back to him, the sallow grey of his skin and sheen of sweat that glistens across his body has your stomach tightening in sickening knots.
This only encourages your hands to move faster as you begin to pour things into your cauldron, making a start on a potion that might ease some of his pain.
Adding in chamomile and a sprinkle of lavender in hopes of soothing him, you quickly get a ladle of the unappealing wilted green mixture, thankful he's unconscious and unable to refuse you. Carefully you lift his head up and spoon small amounts of the liquid in, he drinks it slowly and when the whole spoonful is gone you lay him down again. There is nothing to do but wait for your friend Hester to arrive with the other necessary ingredients.
And so you sit and watch him. Watching his chest rise and fall slowly, listening to the sound of his laboured breathing, and as your eyes drift over him, you really notice how much he's changed over the years.
The skinny, awkward looking boy has been replaced by a man with solid muscle on every part of his body. His long hair splays out across your pillow, no doubt it reaches half way down his back. He now has three piercings in his bottom lip and a lot more in his ears, which he's decorated with small metal spikes that hang from the lobe, sharp enough to cut someone. Tattoos mark both his arms, his chest and stomach, patterns that you know are for a purpose to the Witch Hunters. Usually, for every witch they stop or kill, they get new markings and boy, does he have a lot.
For a brief moment you wonder what he would do to you if he were in better shape, but you have a history with him that dates back to your birth, and that has to count for something, right?
You were two souls who had been bound together since you entered the world. An agreement by your families that you would both make the strongest couple to continue on to lead the next generation of witch huntersâŠthat isâŠuntil your powers came in when you came of age and spun your world on its axis.
Being ostracised from your home and community, being shunned by your friends and family, including your parents, who looked at you like you were a repulsive insect theyâd rather squash than release into the wild, they were all bearable things compared to living without Jungkook. That had been something else entirely.
And now with his close proximity, you perch on the edge of your bed and reach out to touch your hand to his, hesitant but desperate for the feel of his warm touch against yours. Slowly your fingers brush against his calloused palms and almost as if it's instinctive, he weakly threads his fingers through yours. Looking back at him to see if he's conscious, his eyelids flutter open and find you instantly.
He whispers your name like it's the cure to heal him and your heart pulls to him so hard it nearly takes your breath away.
âHow are you here?â he says, voice coarse and strained.
Leaning down, you stroke a strand of hair off of his sweaty face, âDon't you remember?â you ask, wanting to keep him awake as long as you can. He shakes his head slowly and winces.
âYou were on my doorstep this morning.â you answer, watching him carefully but his eyelids slowly close again.
âIâŠdidn't knowâŠwhere elseâŠto go.â he responds, before the blanket of sleep pulls him under again and you repeating his name does nothing to rouse him.
Panic squeezes your insides, making your lungs feel tight and unable to get enough air in and when your front door swings open, slamming against the wall, you almost send a bolt of death to the culprit.
Hester rushes in, arms full of ingredients, eyes unwavering from the stranger in your bed.
âI could have killed you.â you scold, standing and hurrying to her side to help.
âSorry,â she winces as she quickly hands you vials and jars, âA dragon bite?â she asks and you respond with a curt nod. âI figured as much with the ingredients list Muninn said you need.â She nods her head towards the raven, now sitting on his perch in your kitchen. âHow did you find him?â
You tell her about your morning and just before you both begin mixing the potion in the cauldron at the bedside, she freezes.
âWait, he's a witch hunter.â
Looking up at her accusing stare, focused now on you, you pause briefly, âSoâŠI'm supposed to let him die?â
For a moment she hesitates, âIf he was awake, he'd slaughter us if he could.â
âHe wouldn't, trust me.â you continue mixing, as she speaks out loud in the order she places them into the cauldron.
âWater from the stream on the winter mountain, scales from the ice salamander,â with every vial poured in you get closer to helping him but your fingers shake around the wooden spoon, under the pressure of his life in your hands, âashes from the blessed oak tree, tears of the fire phoenix and dragonbone dust from the forbidden pit.â
You look at each other nervously when the mixture sparks and a cloud of smoke engulfs you both momentarily before dissipating in the air around you.
âI'll bind his wrists, he won't like you putting this on one bit.â she whispers, glancing nervously at him as if he's a snake that could strike at any moment.
âNo.â you say quickly, your heart making you weak, âI'll bind him, you apply it.â
She nods, getting it ready, as you pull out two leather belts from your wardrobe and wrap them carefully around each of his wrists. You tie his injured arm down, looping the belt under the bed, to keep his shoulder as visible as possible and the other, to your bed posts, tightening them as much as you can.
You nod to her to start. She reaches in and scoops the thick, grey mixture out with her hands and rubs it gently onto the wound. But the moment it touches the broken skin, his body jolts and he lets out a scream that turns your blood to ice. Pain seizes your heart, finding it unbearable to watch him in such agony but you force your frozen limbs to move, to hold his body still as he writhes and thrashes on your bed.
He calls out your name, begging you to stop and you don't miss the questioning look Hester flashes you with, as you try your best to calm him with false promises.
âDo it quickly, please.â you say through gritted teeth, blinking back the tears pricking at your eyes.
His muscles strain against the leather binds, veins bulging in his neck as he calls out to you. Inside you're screaming, wanting nothing more than to end his pain and if you could transfer it from him to you, you wouldn't have to think twice about it. But unfortunately, that wasn't in your power element, you were only able to bring darkness and decay.
âOk, done.â Her voice interrupts the screeching in your mind and silences it, just as Jungkook collapses back onto the bed.
Hester wraps his wound with bandages but you're unable to move, hands still on him where you were pinning him down. Eyes fixed on the wrinkle between his brow, still seeming tortured even in sleep.
She clears her throat, and snaps your attention back to her and it's only then you can feel the cold trail from tears on your cheeks. âWho is he?â she asks, almost as if she knows the answer already.
âJungkook.â
Your voice comes out in a horse whisper as you stroke back the hair slicked to his forehead, smiling when he leans into your touch slightly.
âWell, now this makes sense.â she says quietly.
Clasping your hand in his, your thumb rubbing gentle circles on his wrist, as an attempt to comfort him and to let him know you're still with him.
âI need you to be prepared that this potion might not work,â she says quietly, hand on your shoulder, âand if he dies, the witch hunters will be coming and they will capture and kill us both.â
The image of his face starts to blur from the tears filling your eyes, the idea of him not making it didn't bear thinking about but it is a reality you should consider, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You knew the ripple effect his death would have, not just within his community, but on you too. And you did not want anyone in your path if that happened, you dread to think of the devastation your grieving could cause. And whatever fate awaits for you, you would accept it. But Hester shouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of your choices.
âNo, you go. No one will know you were here.â
She squeezes your shoulder. âNot a chance, I'm not leaving you alone. I'll clean up, you sit with him.â
Her warmth from your side vanishes, as you hear her busy herself in your kitchen, deciding to settle into your armchair, pulling it as close to Jungkook as you could and taking his hand in yours again. You wait.
And wait.
Sometime later a blanket of darkness falls upon your room and Hester's footsteps are the only sound that fills the space as she lights all the candles you have scattered around your home. The amber light flickers against Jungkook's face making him look even more angelic where he lay. You watch his chest anxiously, ensuring there's still movement with each shallow, silent breath he takes.
âThe other witch hunters will be scouting the area for him.â Hesterâs voice whispers by your ear.
âI know, which is why you should go, you have the cover of darkness to use to your advantage. Muninn will accompany you and lead you out of the woods, he will tell me when you're home and safe.â
She hesitates, looking out the window. âI don't want to leave you.â
Your heart swells as you turn to her, taking her hand in yours and giving it an encouraging squeeze. âHester, I'll be fine. I can take care of myself. Please, go. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you.â
She stares off into the night and you can practically see the cogs turning in her mind, before her resolve falters and she gives you a tight nod. âStay safe.â she whispers, kissing you lightly on the cheek before grabbing her shawl and leaving you alone with your previous love, your raven hot on her tail.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Jungkook sits up suddenly with a gasp that has you at his side instantly.
âThe witchesâŠyour old covenâŠâ he gasps, chest heaving as he struggles for breath.
âHey, itâs ok, you need to rest, calm down.â you attempt to reassure him with your hand on his chest, easing him back down to the bed but he fights you, muscles straining under your touch.
âNo, you have to listenâŠI donât have much timeâŠâ
You frown at his words, an urgency inside you to tell him heâs wrong almost interrupts him again but with each word he says his breath billows out in a mist around him and your heart plummets. The air around you becomes thick and uncomfortable, the candles seem to dim and the room shrinks into darkness as if being smothered in shadow. And when you glance down at your hands still against the hard planes of his chest you notice the goosebumps appearing in a rapid trail up your forearms, sending a shiver through your body that unnerves you. You know what's about to happen, youâve seen this before, many times but denial has you ignoring the dark presence that has appeared beside you.
âYou donât understand,â he turns to you, his large ebony pools open and desperate, pleading with you to listen. âyour old covenâŠI followed them last nightâŠto dragon mountain.â
This catches your attention but the shadowed figure looming beside you steals your focus as reality slips through the hopefulness youâre trying to will into existence.
Jungkook reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it and jolting you back to him. âI can see him and I know you can too, heâs here to take me, isnât he?â
Your mouth opens but you canât bring yourself to say the words, unwilling to believe them yourself.
âI need to tell you this first, please.â he frowns, wincing in pain as he lays down, and clutching at his shoulder, when you nod. âThe witchesâŠdid somethingâŠforbidden,â he gasps, each breath more ragged by the second. âI watched them slaughter a dragon.â
Your back straightens so fast itâs as if someone shoved a hot poker straight up your spine. A small part of you wants to disagree and say that it must be a mistake but remembering that the reason you left the coven in the first place; for their growing use of dark magic, it silences any other thoughts. The figure beside you reaches a disfigured hand out towards Jungkook and panic swells in your throat concealing a scream that hurts your chest.
He arches his back, writhing in agony but he continues on, âThey collected its blood in vials and took it.â he calls out, and suddenly your throat is contracting in a swallow in an attempt to wet your painfully dry mouth.
Glancing at the hooded shadow, face concealed in darkness as usual, now just as frozen as you are, youâre surprised when it nods at you, something itâs never done before. But this makes you relax a little, itâs giving you more time and your mind scrambles to think of a way to use it but what Jungkook is telling you has your blood curdling inside you.
âYou know what theyâll do with it, donât you?â he says through gritted teeth, panting and growling like a wild animal as his skin heats alarmingly beneath your touch.
You did. There was only one spell that required dragon's blood but it's so outlawed that no-one has tried to use it in a hundred years, not that youâre aware of.
Someone is trying to open a portal to hell, but why? And why would these witches do it, what could they possibly gain from that?
âYou have to stop them.â he gasps, his breath seeming caught somewhere in his chest, the panic in his eyes as he meets yours slices into you like a knife, cutting your heart open and bleeding love in the expanse of your lonely cottage.
As the entity continues to reach out, panic squeezes your heart, feeling like it could burst and take the entire world with it.
âWaitâŠnot yetâŠIâm sorryâŠI'm so sorryâŠâ he continues, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes, â...I have always loved you. ForgiveâŠ.meâŠâ his body stills and voice fades out before he says that last word. Words that any other time you would have been desperate to hear, but not now, not when you canât say anything back.
Your lungs burn with every raking breath, as you suck in air, in an attempt to release the suffocating pressure in your chest. Tears run wildly down your face, and the sound of a choked sob echoes in the room but something deep inside you boils, something youâve never felt beforeâŠrising up until a bloodcurdling scream escapes and silences everything else around you. And the shadowed figure stills, just before its icy grip of death clasps Jungkook's arm, and its head turns slowly in your direction.
Pairing: WitchHunterJeonJungkook! x WitchFemaleReader!
Summary: You like your cottage in the middle of the woods, away from everyone, and as a witch it offers you an element of protection. Until you find a witch hunter laying wounded and dying on your doorstep, you may be sworn enemies but you would not let him suffer the fate that awaitsâŠespecially not when you realise who he is.
Genre(s): Best friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / childhood friends to enemies to lovers / forbidden love / angst / fantasy au / witch/witchunter au
Rating: 18+ (NSFW) MDNI
Warnings: descriptions of wounds and blood / mentions of magical powers / potion making / the grim reaper / main character wounded / witchcraft
Word count: 3.5k
Banner: me
Moodboard: @anyamaris thank you, it's perfection!
Beta: @anyamaris I appreciate you!
A/N: This is for the @lapydiaries event âwitch huntâ, as last minute Ley strikes again. This will be in at least three parts.
Today started off as any other ordinary day in your cottage in the woods, shrouded by overhanging leaves from the branches of the trees that surround your home, caging you in and making you feel safe and unseen; just how you like it.
Little did you know, when you awoke and opened the wooden shutters on your windows, greeting the dull, overcast morning accompanied by the sound of heavy rain, that you would have a rather unexpected visitor.
Very rarely do you invite anyone to your home and even more rarely for someone to stumble across it accidentally.
So when you open your front door to call to your companionâan elegant raven who has been by your side for yearsâyouâre surprised to see a slumped figure, hunched over on your doorstep. Managing to catch yourself before falling over him, you straighten up and survey the landscape. Your eyes skim the trees for any other sign of life but sense nothing, before they fall back down to the man below you.
Crimson draws your attention to the top of his naked arm, a biteâwith teeth marks big enough to have only come from a dragon and your heart sinks.
It's not being eaten by a dragon that most people fear, the beasts don't like the taste of humans anyway, but surviving the bite is something else entirely, something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. From their teeth, a poison, slow but deadly, rampages inside until it's burning a pathway of fire in your veins, setting you alight from the inside till you're nothing left but ash.
Crouching beside him, you lift his long dark hair covering his face like a black veil, and place two fingers against his throat searching for any sign of life. A weak pulse throbs gently against your fingertips, he doesn't have much time and you don't have all of what you need to cure him here.
Placing two fingers in your mouth, you whistle loudly and your loyal bird swoops straight over, landing lightly on your shoulder.
âI need you to fly to the village, fetch Hester and tell her I need glacier water, ashes from the oak, and tears of the phoenix. Go.â
Her answering âcawâ echoes through the surrounding woodland as she flies away, quickly disappearing above the trees.
All you can do now is get him comfortable and try to limit his pain as much as possible until your friend arrives.
Itâs only then that your eyes make out a dark shape through the congealed blood that had cascaded down his forearm, a familiar pattern on his skin you recognise. A tattoo, one you'd watched him have and held his hand through the pain.
Your heart hammers painfully in your chest, the sound, so furious, filling your ears you can no longer hear the raindrops pelting the leaves around you, only the incessant panicked beating of the organ that once belonged to this man.
Willing yourself to be wrong, you gently tilt his head back to lean against your doorframe and with it, his long hair parts completely, only to reveal your worst nightmare.
Jeon Jungkook.
Older since the last time you saw him but still with the same boyish, handsome face you remember. Seven years since he had crossed your path, seven years since youâd stared into his eyes or felt his lips pressed against yours, seven years since you knew what it felt like to be held in his arms.
A tightness squeezes your chest, making it hard to breathe as you reach out hesitantly with a trembling hand, cupping his face. Cold, clammy skin feels unnatural against your touch, too used to Jungkookâs smouldering warmth, even after all this time.
He stirs slightly and whispers your name. You couldnât deny the pull it has inside you, not realising until this moment the lingering hold he still has over you.
âI'm here, Kookie. Let's get you inside.â you say gently, sounding much calmer than you felt.
Your chaotic thoughts bounce around inside your head, panic squeezing your heart in a vice but you have to move, he needs help and fast.
You place his uninjured arm around your shoulders and grab him firmly around his waist, hoisting him up, it uses all your strength, even with his feeble attempt to aid you. His legs buckle under him instantly and you yank him up with all your might to stop him from falling. The muscles in your back protest painfully from the movement but you ignore it and push through, leading him stumbling through your cottage.
You all but drop him onto your bed, lacking the strength for being delicate. Roughly, you pull off his vest, thick with blood which makes the leather look even darker, and toss it aside. You make sure he is as comfortable as you can, before you rush off, clattering about in your kitchen, bringing back your cauldron and as many vials and jars with exotic ingredients that could help him that you have.
Jungkook moans in agony, clutching at the gory bite on his shoulder and when your eyes dart back to him, the sallow grey of his skin and sheen of sweat that glistens across his body has your stomach tightening in sickening knots.
This only encourages your hands to move faster as you begin to pour things into your cauldron, making a start on a potion that might ease some of his pain.
Adding in chamomile and a sprinkle of lavender in hopes of soothing him, you quickly get a ladle of the unappealing wilted green mixture, thankful he's unconscious and unable to refuse you. Carefully you lift his head up and spoon small amounts of the liquid in, he drinks it slowly and when the whole spoonful is gone you lay him down again. There is nothing to do but wait for your friend Hester to arrive with the other necessary ingredients.
And so you sit and watch him. Watching his chest rise and fall slowly, listening to the sound of his laboured breathing, and as your eyes drift over him, you really notice how much he's changed over the years.
The skinny, awkward looking boy has been replaced by a man with solid muscle on every part of his body. His long hair splays out across your pillow, no doubt it reaches half way down his back. He now has three piercings in his bottom lip and a lot more in his ears, which he's decorated with small metal spikes that hang from the lobe, sharp enough to cut someone. Tattoos mark both his arms, his chest and stomach, patterns that you know are for a purpose to the Witch Hunters. Usually, for every witch they stop or kill, they get new markings and boy, does he have a lot.
For a brief moment you wonder what he would do to you if he were in better shape, but you have a history with him that dates back to your birth, and that has to count for something, right?
You were two souls who had been bound together since you entered the world. An agreement by your families that you would both make the strongest couple to continue on to lead the next generation of witch huntersâŠthat isâŠuntil your powers came in when you came of age and spun your world on its axis.
Being ostracised from your home and community, being shunned by your friends and family, including your parents, who looked at you like you were a repulsive insect theyâd rather squash than release into the wild, they were all bearable things compared to living without Jungkook. That had been something else entirely.
And now with his close proximity, you perch on the edge of your bed and reach out to touch your hand to his, hesitant but desperate for the feel of his warm touch against yours. Slowly your fingers brush against his calloused palms and almost as if it's instinctive, he weakly threads his fingers through yours. Looking back at him to see if he's conscious, his eyelids flutter open and find you instantly.
He whispers your name like it's the cure to heal him and your heart pulls to him so hard it nearly takes your breath away.
âHow are you here?â he says, voice coarse and strained.
Leaning down, you stroke a strand of hair off of his sweaty face, âDon't you remember?â you ask, wanting to keep him awake as long as you can. He shakes his head slowly and winces.
âYou were on my doorstep this morning.â you answer, watching him carefully but his eyelids slowly close again.
âIâŠdidn't knowâŠwhere elseâŠto go.â he responds, before the blanket of sleep pulls him under again and you repeating his name does nothing to rouse him.
Panic squeezes your insides, making your lungs feel tight and unable to get enough air in and when your front door swings open, slamming against the wall, you almost send a bolt of death to the culprit.
Hester rushes in, arms full of ingredients, eyes unwavering from the stranger in your bed.
âI could have killed you.â you scold, standing and hurrying to her side to help.
âSorry,â she winces as she quickly hands you vials and jars, âA dragon bite?â she asks and you respond with a curt nod. âI figured as much with the ingredients list Muninn said you need.â She nods her head towards the raven, now sitting on his perch in your kitchen. âHow did you find him?â
You tell her about your morning and just before you both begin mixing the potion in the cauldron at the bedside, she freezes.
âWait, he's a witch hunter.â
Looking up at her accusing stare, focused now on you, you pause briefly, âSoâŠI'm supposed to let him die?â
For a moment she hesitates, âIf he was awake, he'd slaughter us if he could.â
âHe wouldn't, trust me.â you continue mixing, as she speaks out loud in the order she places them into the cauldron.
âWater from the stream on the winter mountain, scales from the ice salamander,â with every vial poured in you get closer to helping him but your fingers shake around the wooden spoon, under the pressure of his life in your hands, âashes from the blessed oak tree, tears of the fire phoenix and dragonbone dust from the forbidden pit.â
You look at each other nervously when the mixture sparks and a cloud of smoke engulfs you both momentarily before dissipating in the air around you.
âI'll bind his wrists, he won't like you putting this on one bit.â she whispers, glancing nervously at him as if he's a snake that could strike at any moment.
âNo.â you say quickly, your heart making you weak, âI'll bind him, you apply it.â
She nods, getting it ready, as you pull out two leather belts from your wardrobe and wrap them carefully around each of his wrists. You tie his injured arm down, looping the belt under the bed, to keep his shoulder as visible as possible and the other, to your bed posts, tightening them as much as you can.
You nod to her to start. She reaches in and scoops the thick, grey mixture out with her hands and rubs it gently onto the wound. But the moment it touches the broken skin, his body jolts and he lets out a scream that turns your blood to ice. Pain seizes your heart, finding it unbearable to watch him in such agony but you force your frozen limbs to move, to hold his body still as he writhes and thrashes on your bed.
He calls out your name, begging you to stop and you don't miss the questioning look Hester flashes you with, as you try your best to calm him with false promises.
âDo it quickly, please.â you say through gritted teeth, blinking back the tears pricking at your eyes.
His muscles strain against the leather binds, veins bulging in his neck as he calls out to you. Inside you're screaming, wanting nothing more than to end his pain and if you could transfer it from him to you, you wouldn't have to think twice about it. But unfortunately, that wasn't in your power element, you were only able to bring darkness and decay.
âOk, done.â Her voice interrupts the screeching in your mind and silences it, just as Jungkook collapses back onto the bed.
Hester wraps his wound with bandages but you're unable to move, hands still on him where you were pinning him down. Eyes fixed on the wrinkle between his brow, still seeming tortured even in sleep.
She clears her throat, and snaps your attention back to her and it's only then you can feel the cold trail from tears on your cheeks. âWho is he?â she asks, almost as if she knows the answer already.
âJungkook.â
Your voice comes out in a horse whisper as you stroke back the hair slicked to his forehead, smiling when he leans into your touch slightly.
âWell, now this makes sense.â she says quietly.
Clasping your hand in his, your thumb rubbing gentle circles on his wrist, as an attempt to comfort him and to let him know you're still with him.
âI need you to be prepared that this potion might not work,â she says quietly, hand on your shoulder, âand if he dies, the witch hunters will be coming and they will capture and kill us both.â
The image of his face starts to blur from the tears filling your eyes, the idea of him not making it didn't bear thinking about but it is a reality you should consider, you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You knew the ripple effect his death would have, not just within his community, but on you too. And you did not want anyone in your path if that happened, you dread to think of the devastation your grieving could cause. And whatever fate awaits for you, you would accept it. But Hester shouldn't have to deal with the repercussions of your choices.
âNo, you go. No one will know you were here.â
She squeezes your shoulder. âNot a chance, I'm not leaving you alone. I'll clean up, you sit with him.â
Her warmth from your side vanishes, as you hear her busy herself in your kitchen, deciding to settle into your armchair, pulling it as close to Jungkook as you could and taking his hand in yours again. You wait.
And wait.
Sometime later a blanket of darkness falls upon your room and Hester's footsteps are the only sound that fills the space as she lights all the candles you have scattered around your home. The amber light flickers against Jungkook's face making him look even more angelic where he lay. You watch his chest anxiously, ensuring there's still movement with each shallow, silent breath he takes.
âThe other witch hunters will be scouting the area for him.â Hesterâs voice whispers by your ear.
âI know, which is why you should go, you have the cover of darkness to use to your advantage. Muninn will accompany you and lead you out of the woods, he will tell me when you're home and safe.â
She hesitates, looking out the window. âI don't want to leave you.â
Your heart swells as you turn to her, taking her hand in yours and giving it an encouraging squeeze. âHester, I'll be fine. I can take care of myself. Please, go. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you.â
She stares off into the night and you can practically see the cogs turning in her mind, before her resolve falters and she gives you a tight nod. âStay safe.â she whispers, kissing you lightly on the cheek before grabbing her shawl and leaving you alone with your previous love, your raven hot on her tail.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Jungkook sits up suddenly with a gasp that has you at his side instantly.
âThe witchesâŠyour old covenâŠâ he gasps, chest heaving as he struggles for breath.
âHey, itâs ok, you need to rest, calm down.â you attempt to reassure him with your hand on his chest, easing him back down to the bed but he fights you, muscles straining under your touch.
âNo, you have to listenâŠI donât have much timeâŠâ
You frown at his words, an urgency inside you to tell him heâs wrong almost interrupts him again but with each word he says his breath billows out in a mist around him and your heart plummets. The air around you becomes thick and uncomfortable, the candles seem to dim and the room shrinks into darkness as if being smothered in shadow. And when you glance down at your hands still against the hard planes of his chest you notice the goosebumps appearing in a rapid trail up your forearms, sending a shiver through your body that unnerves you. You know what's about to happen, youâve seen this before, many times but denial has you ignoring the dark presence that has appeared beside you.
âYou donât understand,â he turns to you, his large ebony pools open and desperate, pleading with you to listen. âyour old covenâŠI followed them last nightâŠto dragon mountain.â
This catches your attention but the shadowed figure looming beside you steals your focus as reality slips through the hopefulness youâre trying to will into existence.
Jungkook reaches out and takes your hand, squeezing it and jolting you back to him. âI can see him and I know you can too, heâs here to take me, isnât he?â
Your mouth opens but you canât bring yourself to say the words, unwilling to believe them yourself.
âI need to tell you this first, please.â he frowns, wincing in pain as he lays down, and clutching at his shoulder, when you nod. âThe witchesâŠdid somethingâŠforbidden,â he gasps, each breath more ragged by the second. âI watched them slaughter a dragon.â
Your back straightens so fast itâs as if someone shoved a hot poker straight up your spine. A small part of you wants to disagree and say that it must be a mistake but remembering that the reason you left the coven in the first place; for their growing use of dark magic, it silences any other thoughts. The figure beside you reaches a disfigured hand out towards Jungkook and panic swells in your throat concealing a scream that hurts your chest.
He arches his back, writhing in agony but he continues on, âThey collected its blood in vials and took it.â he calls out, and suddenly your throat is contracting in a swallow in an attempt to wet your painfully dry mouth.
Glancing at the hooded shadow, face concealed in darkness as usual, now just as frozen as you are, youâre surprised when it nods at you, something itâs never done before. But this makes you relax a little, itâs giving you more time and your mind scrambles to think of a way to use it but what Jungkook is telling you has your blood curdling inside you.
âYou know what theyâll do with it, donât you?â he says through gritted teeth, panting and growling like a wild animal as his skin heats alarmingly beneath your touch.
You did. There was only one spell that required dragon's blood but it's so outlawed that no-one has tried to use it in a hundred years, not that youâre aware of.
Someone is trying to open a portal to hell, but why? And why would these witches do it, what could they possibly gain from that?
âYou have to stop them.â he gasps, his breath seeming caught somewhere in his chest, the panic in his eyes as he meets yours slices into you like a knife, cutting your heart open and bleeding love in the expanse of your lonely cottage.
As the entity continues to reach out, panic squeezes your heart, feeling like it could burst and take the entire world with it.
âWaitâŠnot yetâŠIâm sorryâŠI'm so sorryâŠâ he continues, looking at you with wide, glassy eyes, â...I have always loved you. ForgiveâŠ.meâŠâ his body stills and voice fades out before he says that last word. Words that any other time you would have been desperate to hear, but not now, not when you canât say anything back.
Your lungs burn with every raking breath, as you suck in air, in an attempt to release the suffocating pressure in your chest. Tears run wildly down your face, and the sound of a choked sob echoes in the room but something deep inside you boils, something youâve never felt beforeâŠrising up until a bloodcurdling scream escapes and silences everything else around you. And the shadowed figure stills, just before its icy grip of death clasps Jungkook's arm, and its head turns slowly in your direction.
My goodness, it never fails to astound me how thorough you are with your reviews, honestly, I was grinning like a Cheshire cat reading through your feedback!
I'm so so glad you enjoyed it, pointing out all the little details I tried so hard to put in, the potion making, the ravens name! (Well done), and even guessing her power so I know it's come across how I intended it.
Thank you so much for reading, even if I've now filled your Jungkook quota for the year already đ€Ł
