what i am trying to say // the love is ours to make so we should make it // everything else can wait // the time is ours to take so we should take it
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Sunlights streams through the window softly, painting glowing streaks of warmth across her skin as she furrows one eyebrow and forces her eyes open. Bringing one hand up to protect her gaze from the light, the other reaches out to grasp at the spot next to her, the once-occupied sheets now empty and cold. The only trace of him left is the slight dip in the bed where she had found him the night before, curled up and already sleeping by the time she got home. She hadn’t said anything then, allowing him to fill the space as if it were his own. And it seems she won’t say anything now, considering his unsurprising absence. But this isn’t the first time he’s done this, so she’s learned not to question it.
Smiling to herself as she sits up and stretches, she ignores the shiver that runs through her when the balls of her feet touch the cold floor, moving slowly toward the kitchen to make coffee. Passing the living room, she takes note of the dark coat laid carefully over the back of one of the chairs. Running her fingers over the material, she hums to herself.
“He must have forgotten to take it with him when he left…” Moving into the kitchen and heading straight for the coffee maker, she almost misses the plate sitting on the counter, covered lightly in aluminum with a sticky note placed on top. Lifting it from the plate, she can’t stop herself from laughing lightly as she reads it.
Why don’t you have any damn groceries around here? I’ll stop by after work with real food. - Y
Peeking under the aluminum, she smiles at the eggs and toast sitting there, still a bit warm under the protection of the foil. Taking the plate with her to the living room, she eats slowly as she flips through channels on the TV. When she’s done, she’s about to pick a movie to kill time until he stops by when she spots something sticking out slightly from the pocket of his coat. Leaning forward to look at it better, she realizes with a roll of her eyes that he’s forgotten his wallet there, too.
“How did he manage to go all these hours without noticing?” Shaking her head as she grumbles, she runs her plate to the kitchen before heading into her room to change. Scooping up his coat as she’s putting on her own, she steps out of her apartment quickly, locking the door as she goes.
Jogging down the street in the direction of his job, her feet turn corners and cross streets on nothing but muscle memory, completely used to the trek to the restaurant after a few years of doing so. She slows as she approaches the building, moving to cross the street toward the door when she sees him. He’s standing at a table by the window, smiling down at the old couple struggling to decide their order. Leaning down to point at the menu for the man, he explains something before laughing politely when the man nods happily at him. She watches as he does the same for the woman, feeling her heart flutter when she realizes she’s only seen him in this light once or twice before, so peaceful and sweet. She smiles as she looks at him, and it doesn’t leave her face even when he happens to glance out the window and meet her eyes. He disappears from view, and she crosses the street just in time to meet him as he steps out of the restaurant, the smile still lingering there.
“I didn’t notice I left my coat behind… thanks.”
“How did you plan to bring me real food after work when you don’t even have your wallet?” He makes a noise of surprise before patting his pockets, blushing lightly and averting his gaze when he realizes he had indeed left his wallet behind.
“I would have figured something out…” She rolls her eyes with a smile and shoves the coat into his hands.
“I was gonna order a pizza later anyway, so you don’t have to worry about buying me groceries.” He huffs at her.
“That’s not real food, Y/n. You need groceries, like vegetables and shit.”
“I’ll get green peppers on my pizza.” He shakes his head at her argument and huffs again, a sound she’s grown almost fond of over the years.
“Whatever, just leave your spare key where it always is. I’ll come by later.” Leaning into his face teasingly and laughing when he gives her an ugly look, she wraps her arms around his waist lightly.
“Stop acting like I’m a nuisance and just admit you enjoy my company.” Nudging her away with a grimace, he blushes heavily when he notices the old couple staring out the window at them, the woman smiling sweetly at the scene. He jerks his head down the street in the direction of her apartment.
“Go home before I kick your ass.” She laughs loudly and concedes, patting his butt with one hand and jumping away when he swats at her before moving back across the street. Ignoring his grumbling, she skips across the street before turning to wave at him.
“See ya later, Yoongi!” She turns back and jogs down the street again, completely missing the way he stands outside the door and watches her leave, missing the way he waits until she’s around the corner before releasing a sigh and heading back inside, his face still flushed lightly as he thinks about her.
Jungkook dating is “fake”? I don’t believe any of them are single anyway 😂. They’re banging somebody, 100% sure it is other girl idols and it’ll come out and be the end of their careers when someone turns up pregnant or something. They only would be with female idols cuz they are plastic and that’s what they like. Love yourself is bullshit when you only see beauty in plastic idols. Also, Suga totally banged Suran, Jin fucked Solbin. BTS fucked Twice and Blackpink. 😂 Yep. Trash
I meant the news that people are spreading is fake not his real life because I wouldn’t know 🤷🏻♀️ they can ‘bang’ anyone they want, date who they want. Be bolder next time and don’t hide behind anon. You sure know a lot in regards to who they’ve had associations with lol, if you wanna be a hater please go somewhere else.
Calling someone plastic because of your own insecurities is low. Whether they’ve done anything procedures doesn’t make a person anymore and less beautiful. You yourself could be the most stunning person out there but with a poor personality it only makes others pity you and it doesn’t make you any more superior or nicer.
Side note; love yourself isn’t ‘bullshit’ and I’m sorry you can’t seem to love yourself. But honey, you should try it 😂 get off my blog whilst you’re at it, please :)
the essence of yourself that you put into your work
> Genre: Resident Evil 7!AU
> Pairing(s): Namjoon x OC
> Warning(s): Violence
> Word Count: 2.5k
| 0ne |
The blaring sounds of sirens shook Namjoon from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open as the sound seemed to ricochet around his brain. Snapping his head up, he realized he had fallen asleep at his workbench. Again. With a brief sigh, he stood, shaking his head in efforts to remove any fatigue from his mind.
A flash of white drew his attention from the corner of his eye, he turned seeing various lab technicians running down the corridors. Namjoon walked over to the doorframe, reaching his arm out to stop a passing petite woman. "What's going on?"
The woman opened her mouth, ready to reply when she was cut off by the loud overhead intercom. "Special Agent Kalon, please report to Quarantine Zone 1, I repeat; Special Agent Kalon please report to Quarantine Zone 1."
"EunJi." Namjoon sighed, nodding curtly at the woman before rushing away in the opposite direction. His shoes echoed against the tiled floor of the bleak corridors as he rushed around corners, heading to the quarantine zones.
Bursting through the metal double doors of Quarantine Zone 1, Namjoon watched as multiple scientists around the area freaked out around the machinery. Out of all the faces in the room, Namjoon only recognized one. "Sable!" He shouted, pushing past technicians and walking over to a tallish woman with long dark hair.
Special Agent Sable. Namjoon had been introduced to Sable when he first began working at BioTech Industries. Special Agent Sable was the most intelligent person Namjoon had ever met. Her ability to solve complex problems in a matter of seconds, whereas Namjoon would still be milling over the conclusion a few minutes after, entranced him.
She was also one of the most beautiful human beings Namjoon had ever had the privilege to lay his eyes upon. Sable, much like her codename suggests, was a mysterious person. She cloaked herself in her own intelligence, shielding herself from any threat. Namjoon sighed as he approached her, he took a short moment to notice her long, dark hair was pulled back into a sleek low ponytail. Emphasising her unique facial features. "Sable, what's going on?" He asked, pulling her back slightly.
"EunJi is vomiting in amounts exceeding her body mass," Sable sighed, clicking a few times on the monitor in front of her.
"How many Molded have shown up?" Namjoon asked, looking over at the monitor, displaying EunJi's vitals.
"I'm not too sure, the only way to find out is to head into her quarters." Sable sighed softly, turning to examine the male in front of her. She cocked her head to the side slightly, a small smirk gracing her features. "You've been sleeping on the job again," She laughed.
"Wha? How did you-"
"Your eyes are all swollen around the edges, you forget, I know you better than you know yourself Kalon." Sable murmured the last part of her sentence slightly, turning away from Namjoon. Namjoon raised an eyebrow slightly, reaching out to pull Sable back by her forearm gently. Before he could, however, the pair were interrupted by one of the lab techs working in the quarantine zone.
"Special Agent Sable, EunJi's vitals are spiking every minute," Sable turned towards the blonde lab tech.
"Thank you Jimin, could you do me a favour and prep the QU-Pod for me and Special Agent Kalon to enter EunJi's wing?" Sable asked, smiling down at the boy in front of her. Jimin smiled back, his eyes turning into small half moons.
"Of course I can!" He beamed, walking off to prepare the pod.
"Jimin? Since when did you become so close to a lab tech?" Namjoon questioned, looking back at Sable after witnessing the exchange.
"He's not long since been brought in through the Future Minds Program. You know how closely I work with everyone in the program Kalon," Sable brushed off the slight jealous undertone she detected in his tone, turning to look at the taller. Namjoon nodded softly, regret worming its way into his stomach at the speed of which he questioned his colleague.
"Come on," Sable smiled, "We have to go find EunJi," Namjoon watched for a moment as Sable waltzed off in the same direction that Jimin had gone. He let out a soft, quiet laugh, he wasn't jealous, was he?
"Kalon! Stop daydreaming and let's go!" He heard Sable shout. Being broken from his thoughts once more Namjoon's legs propelled themselves into action, stepping forward and following the woman whom he refused to believe had knocked him off his feet.
Nothing was the same after that.
It was that day. Sable nearly slipped through his fingers.
It had been nearly six months since that day. But Namjoon could still not scrub away the image of Sable bleeding out like that. An image that had seemed to be permanently stained behind his eyelids.
He couldn't forget how vibrant the crimson liquid was against her pale complexion. He couldn't forget the way she clung to his hand, fearful for his life; despite being the one so close to death.
"Kalon..."
"No, Sable. I'm staying right here until the Alpha team get here." The words slipped from his lips as he cradled her head.
"Y-You need to go," She paused, taking a deep breath, wincing at the pain emanating from her abdomen. "We don't know how many of them are going to come through here."
"I don't care Sable. I am not leaving you in here to die," Namjoon dismissed, holding the girl a little tighter.
"Namjoon, I-"
That was the first time she had ever said his real name. Confusion how clouded his mind at that moment, the only thing coming to his head was the question of; How the hell did she know his name?
BioTech Industries used codenames for all employees. From the Senior Leadership Team right down to the Lab Technicians. They claimed it was a measure of safety, protecting all of their employees. Really, it was just another way for them to strip you of your identity. Employees were nothing more but tiny ones and zeros within the companies coding. Replaceable, anonymous, expendable.
"Namjoon~" He looked up at the familiar voice that broke his thoughts. His eyes meeting hers.
"Mari~" He chimed back with a small smile. Namjoon had founded a new form of confidence when talking to Sable. Now knowing her real name, it felt like such an intimate secret that they would keep only between themselves.
"Eunji wants you to play another game of chess. She said I'm too easy to play against," Mari smiled. Namjoon let out a soft chuckle, looking over to his left to see the small girl.
Eunji's thin, dark hair had been beautifully braided by Mari earlier that morning, before breakfast. He noticed the small strands of baby hair she was unable to gather up, sway gently in the wind. Namjoon took a moment to notice her focused expression as she began to reset the board after her previous game with Mari. Standing, Namjoon padded over to the young girl.
"Hey Eunji, a little birdie told me you wanted to challenge me to a game of chess for the seventeenth time,"
"Wait, you counted?" Eunji questioned, her voice soft. She didn't spare a glance at Namjoon as she set his pieces.
"Of course! I won all seventeen games," Namjoon gloated playfully, taking a seat on the opposite side of the table.
Eunji looked up once she was finished, a tiny smirk on her face. Mari caught her eye slightly, she turned glancing at the tall woman who had just taken a seat across the deck. "You play fairly. Mommy still treats me like a kid; she thinks I'll get upset if I don't win." Eunji complained softly. Namjoon furrowed his brows slightly at the nickname Eunji had given to Mari, yet he brushed it off for the moment; smiling once more at the girl.
"Game on then," He laughed, making the first move.
A sudden yell had woken Mari, her body sprung up from her seat upon reflex. Looking around for Namjoon and Eunji in the slight panic, she was put at ease when she noticed the two on the other side of the deck.
Eunji bounced up and down next to her seat as Namjoon sported a proud smirk. Noticing Mari, Eunji raced over to her side. "Mommy! Mommy! I won, I finally won against daddy!"
Mari, much like Namjoon, was knocked back slightly at the nicknames; she didn't even get to reply before Eunji ran back over to Namjoon. Pouncing on him and enveloping him in a tight hug. Mari smiled softly at the scene, watching as Namjoon's face lit up at the action.
Six months ago, actions like this would not have been possible. It was that day that E-Corp had managed to infiltrate the BioTech labs undetected somehow. They had sent a small team of operatives to steal Eunji. Her, abilities, made her a target for opposing companies who wanted to claim rights to her power.
Those bastards had slipped something into Eunji's food earlier that day, sending her vitals haywire. They had hoped to capture her and escape whilst she was weak, and also whilst the rest of the lab was in a state of panic at her shocking deterioration.
They just hadn't planned for Special Agents Sable and Kalon to make an appearance.
"We should take one wing each, we'll cover more ground," Sable stated.
"Call me on your codex if there's a complication okay?" Namjoon asked, looking over at the woman who had his heart racing so wildly. Sable hummed in return, loading a small handgun in case any of Eunji's "friends" showed up during their visit to her quarters.
Namjoon reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Sable," She turned, looking up into the male's dark eyes. "Promise me you'll stay safe."
"I promise Kalon," She whispered, lowering her gun. "You need to take care of yourself too okay?" Sable emphasized. The doors to the QU-Pod opened, revealing the dim hallways leading to the left and right wing to Eunji's quarters. "We'll canvas each wing and meet in her Room." She confirmed Namjoon nodded before watching her skip off into the left wing. He let out a soft scoff, placing his hands on his hips. How can one woman make him feel like this?
Namjoon hadn't even been in the right wing fifteen minutes before his the Codex on his wrist sprung to life. A soft vibration tickling the skin of his wrist. Namjoon answered the call, waiting to hear her voice. "Kalon? Kalon!" Sable whisper-yelled through the device.
"Sable? What's the situation on your end?" He whispered back. Understanding her hushed tone was because of something going on, and not her just being soft.
"There are E-Corp operatives all over the left wing,"
"Okay, stay put Sable. I'll circle back and-"
"No! You stay there, they could very well bring Eunji back through the right wing. I need you to stay put, I'll take care of the operatives over-" Sable was cut off by the sound of gunfire. Namjoon jumped in shock slightly. Hearing the sounds of shots being fired through the corridors echoing through the codex.
Namjoon waited for a moment before continuing deeper into the right wing, holding his own gun up ready to defend himself. The gunfire suddenly ceased, Namjoon paused, lifting the codex slightly. "Sable? Sable! Are you okay?"
"I'm okay Kalon," He heard her pant slightly, "I think I got all of them. Meet me in the atrium, that's where Eunji must-" Her voice was cut short by yet another gunshot ripping its way through the air.
The sharp bang was followed by a pained gasp, "Sable?!" Namjoon yelled, recognising her voice. She had been shot. "Sable answer me!" He demanded, breaking into a sprint towards Eunji's Room.
"H-He made a break for it," Her voice wavered, "He's heading for the atrium Kal, you need to get in there and stop him from getting to Eunji."
"But what about you Sable?"
"Get Eunji and bring her back through the left wing. Don't worry about me." Namjoon was just about to reply when Sable ended the call.
"Shit!" He yelled, running further and further until he came to the centre of Eunji's quarters. Kicking the door through, Namjoon lifted his gun. Laying his eyes on a tall male, his face covered by a black mask. He had Eunji in his arms. "Put the girl down. Now." Namjoon yelled, aiming his gun at the male's head.
"Girl? You mean your little bioweapon right here? You'll never be able to use her power to its full potential like this." The male taunted. "She's just a pawn here. Just like your other little girl I left out in the hallway."
"How fucking dare you!" Namjoon yelled, running over to the male and landing a harsh punch to the temple knocking him out cold. He managed to pull Eunji from his arms before he hit the ground.
Looking down at the young girl, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Noticing how pale she was becoming. He had to get them out. Eunji and Sable were his main priorities right now. Namjoon lifted Eunji over his shoulder, in a fireman's carry so he could lift his wrist, looking at his Codex once more.
Tapping a couple times on the screen, he initiated a call. "Special Agent Kalon, what's the situation?" He heard Jimin's cheery voice call out.
"We've been compromised. E-Corp operatives had snuck into E-001's quarters and tried to steal her. Special Agent Sable managed to terminate most of the team. I've managed to subdue one of the members, he's in the atrium now."
"What happened to Special Agent Sable? Is she not with you?"
"One of the operatives managed to land a shot on her. I'm heading to her location now. Last we spoke, she was on the left wing."
"I'll send the Alpha team to retrieve the operative and help you guys out." Namjoon ended the call, tapping again on his codex, pulling up Sable's location.
"Hang on Sable," He whispered softly as he ran out of the atrium.
"Namjoon, I-"
"Sable no, don't start saying goodbye. Your gonna get out of here. The Alpha team will be here soon."
"Mari," She winced, pressing her hand against the bullet wound.
"What?" He asked confused.
"My n-name," She breathed, tightly gripping onto his hand whilst the other cradled her skull. "My name is Mari."
"Mari~" He whispered softly, his voice cracking slightly at the thought he might lose her. "We're gonna get out of here." He rested his forehead against hers, rubbing his thumb soothingly against her hand. Comforting her, in what might have been her last moments.
> Genre: witch!au, angst
> Pairing: Taehyung x reader
> Warning(s): None
> Word Count: 3.1k
Parts: One | Two | Three | Four |
“So...witches...are a r-real thing?” You asked, running a hand through your slightly knotted hair.
“Everything is Y/N. Witches, werewolves, vampires, all of it. It’s all real,” Seokjin answered softly.
“Well, vampires are rarely heard from nowadays. They don’t really socialise outside of their clans,” Jungkook interjected. “Not after Vik started coming after the witches.”
“Who’s Vik?” You asked, looking around at the group. The boy’s eyed each other wearily. “Someone needs to tell me if he’s that dangerous, targeting witches and I’m apparently a freaking lunar witch or whatever then-”
“Wait, what?” A voice questioned, you turned seeing Yoongi looking at you questioningly. “She’s a Lunar Witch and you never told us sooner?” The blue haired male asked, looking at Namjoon and Seokjin, knowing the two would’ve had a conversation about this. Yoongi shook his head in slight disbelief.
“Hyung, don’t worry. I covered her energy trails from her apartment, and I’ve been in contact with Mrs Wu, she’s covered everything on her end.” Taehyung spoke up, eyeing you from his seat on the sofa.
“What’s Mrs Wu got to do with all of this?” You questioned, still confused.
“Mrs Wu was a close friend of your grandmother’s. Your grandmother made Mrs Wu promise to keep you safe after she passed. She’s a witch, a green witch like Hoseok,” Taehyung explained.
“I’ve known Mrs Wu my whole life, how could I have not noticed she was a witch?” You inquired, staring up at him. Taehyung looked towards SeokJin for a moment before sighing.
“Well considering you had no idea that witches were real, or that you are in fact a Lunar Witch, implies that you’ve been intentionally kept from being exposed to our world,” Seokjin noted.
Out of nowhere, you heard a faint gasp, spinning your head around you turned to see Yoongi’s eyes glazed over in a shade of milky white. You opened your mouth, ready to ask what was wrong before Yoongi’s pale hand clamped down on your wrist, hard enough to bruise. You let out a pained yell, trying hard to pry his hand away from your wrist. “Let me go! Please, it h-hurts,” You begged the male in front of you, your voice a hoarse whisper.
Slowly, you felt Yoongi’s hand release your arm. You looked up slightly, seeing Taehyung prying the older man's hand away. You could see the evident struggle Taehyung was having, trying to hold Yoongi’s arm back. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jungkook standing from his seat to come and help.
He took your arm, softly in his hand; pulling you back away from Yoongi's grip as Taehyung lifted his hand. You let out a sigh of relief when your hand was finally free from his grasp. You looked down, examining your wrist to find the faint purple outline of Yoongi's hands. It would be sure to darken, later on, you thought. "Thank you," You whispered to the youngest witches. Jungkook flashed you a small bunny-like smile, whilst Taehyung helped lift Yoongi to his feet.
"Kook, help me get him to the room," Taehyung muttered, completely disregarding your thanks. You blinked twice, unsure of why he had just completely brushed you off like that. You watched as Seokjin stood, helping the pair by opening the door to the lounge; allowing the pair to pull Yoongi through without much resistance.
"Y/N," You heard someone chime. Wondering who would sound so happy and calm after what just happened, you turned, eyes meeting with Hoseok's. The boy stood by the large mantlepiece at the forefront of the lounge, his demeanour so calm it almost made you feel totally relaxed. Almost. "They're going to need you upstairs," He smiled softly, walking over to your slightly shaking form. He held out a hand, you hesitated, but took it. Letting the red-haired boy help you up from your seat.
"What's going on?" You asked, completely confused by the whole situation. Hoseok sighed gently, wrapping his other hand around your bruised wrist. He paused for a moment, turning your wrist over in his hand, examining the bruising before he finally spoke.
"Well as you can no doubt guess by now, all of us possess different abilities as witches," Hoseok started, you nodded gently, letting the man slowly guide you out of the lounge and towards the stairs. "As Taehyung mentioned, I for one am a Green Witch. I possess abilities to do with plants and growth. The witch archetypes are quite large umbrellas if I'm honest."
"How do you mean?" You interrupted, confused as to what he was implying, still not totally used to the whole supernatural world.
"Well, a Green Witch could be a number of things. They could specialise in herbology, or botany, healing, weather patterns, etcetera. You can't paint all witches with the same brush Y/N. I specialize in both botany and healing. Mrs Wu, she deals with the lives of animals. You see, we're both technically 'Green Witches' but our crafts are completely different, no?"
"I think I kind of understand. L-Like in school, a class of advanced Maths students are all going to have their own speciality within the field?" She asked, unsure whether her parallel was in fact correct.
"Exactly!" Hoseok beamed, the girl in front of him was finally starting to understand their world. Even if it was just in small doses. "Yoongi however, has a different craft altogether. His is well, quite the opposite of a Green Witch. We deal with all things living, whereas Yoongi well..." Hoseok trailed off.
"Deals with the dead?" You asked Hoseok nodded.
"Necromancers such as Yoongi are often misunderstood. Many believe they're evil. Necromancers are often left hanging onto the bottom of the Witch hierarchy." Hoseok whispered, shaking his head.
"Just because he has a connection with the dead? That doesn't exactly make him some sort of monster."
"That's not how the rest of society views it, my dear. 'Tis quite rare really, seeing a necromancer socialise outside of their own. They usually travel about in covens of their own. Yoongi left his birth coven to join us, we're the only ones that have accepted him for him. Not just because he was born with the same affliction like he felt happened with his birth coven."
"But shouldn't that just show that not all necromancers are the same as what everyone's expectations imply?"
"It does. But it's still not enough for the rest of the Witch society. It will never be enough Y/N. Anyway, the whole escapade downstairs happened because Yoongi is a necromancer. It doesn't happen that often, but sometimes a particularly strong spirit will overwhelm him for a few moments. Like the two have just run into each other at full force. My guess as to why he reached out to you, is because the spirit that's attached themselves to him is linked to you."
"My grandmother..." You whispered. It had to be. She was the only one that you could think of that was greatly linked to you. Whilst yes, your father was no longer alive, he didn't exactly know you that long to establish a strong connection. Not like your Grandmother had. You looked around, realising Hoseok had talked you up the stairs completely unnoticed. "Where is he?" You asked Hoseok. The boy smiled, pushing open the door to your left.
Peering inside, the room seemed like something out of a Pirates of the Carribean movie. The walls were decorated with gorgeous crystals of varying sizes and colours, making the room seem more like a treasure cove; than a room, Yoongi used to talk to the dead. Your eyes settled on a table in the far corner of the room. You saw Taehyung leant against the wall, keeping a steady gaze on Yoongi. Whilst the older sat in a chair his eyes tightly sealed shut.
Hoseok nudged you into the room, following closely and shutting the door behind the pair of you. Looking back at the man, he nodded, motioning for you to go and sit at the table. Hesitating slightly, you shrugged, walking over to the table and taking a seat in front of Yoongi.
"Y/N," He whispered out, looking at both Taehyung and Hoseok your gaze settled back on Yoongi; who still had his eyes firmly shut.
"I'm here," You replied, Yoongi smiled, reaching out for your hands. You gazed at the outstretched palms, placing yours in his own.
"My sweet baby girl," Your brows furrowed for a moment, confusion lacing your every thought. That was until you realised that this wasn't Yoongi you were speaking to. It was the spirit caught of the edges of his sharp persona. "I'm so proud of you."
"G-Grandmother?" You called out, your voice barely a whisper.
"Yes, it's me, dear. I wish I could have come and talked to you more personally, but my grip on this world would not have lasted long enough for me to tell you. Yoongi here is helping me stay grounded."
"Tell me what? What do you need to tell me?" You blurted out, your grip tightening on Yoongi's hands ever so slightly.
"There are dark, dark forces at work Y/N. Witches are going missing, and you're in great danger."
"Danger from what?"
"Your power my dear. As beautiful and majestic as it is, it makes you a large target. Keep your essence safe my sweet girl. He draws near with every single day, he's searching for you, Y/N."
"W-Who? Who's searching for me Grandmother?" You asked, frantically.
You hadn't even noticed the tears rolling down your cheeks as Yoongi's face scrunched up, his hands clenching under your own. "I'm losing her," He mumbled, shaking his head.
"No no! Grandmother, who's searching for me? Please, don't leave me, not again. I-I...I can't do this on my own,"
"You can my dear. You're stronger than you know. The boys will help you if you need them. I love you Y/N, your parents would be proud of you. I'm proud of you..." The voice trailed off as every crystal in the room began to glow and flash. The crystals beginning to look like an endless string of twinkling Christmas lights. You examined Yoongi's face, noticing he had broken a sweat. He was trying his best to keep a hold on her.
But you knew he couldn't.
In the next second, Yoongi let out a large breath of exhaustion as his body slumped forward. All the light being drained from the room as his hands relaxed in yours. She was gone. You let a few weak sobs shake your form before taking a deep breath, willing them away. "I'm sorry, I couldn't keep a hold on her," Yoongi murmured, squeezing your hands.
You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head. "It's okay Yoongi, you tried your best." You shook his hand's side to side slightly, being careful not to discourage the boy in front of you. "Thank you, for keeping her as long as you could." You whispered, Yoongi looked up his eyes meeting yours.
"You know, usually people are angry I couldn't have kept a spirit longer," Yoongi smiled.
"There's only so much you can do Yoongi. How can I repay you?" You asked him, the boys head immediately perked up slightly.
"Oh no! That won't be necessary-"
"I'd like to do something. You kept her long enough for me to talk to her after what seems like forever, I'm grateful for that Yoongi."
A few days had passed since the incident with Yoongi, the boys refusing to let you out of their sights. Especially with the warning, your Grandmother had given you. Currently, you out in the gardens outside of the coven house with Hoseok. You were helping him pick vegetables and other various plants that were growing.
Hoseok had quickly become one of the boys you trusted the most. His personality was just one that never failed to soothe you and make you feel relaxed. He had become almost like an older brother to you, doing little things to make sure you were well looked after within the house.
Thankfully, the day was much warmer than it had been in the past week. The sun shone down from high in the sky, making your skin glow gorgeously under its rays. You hummed softly to yourself as you picked some ripe tomatoes, placing them in a medium-sized basket Hoseok had given to you. The scent of freshly baked pastries lingered in the air surrounding the house, Seokjin had been up early that morning whipping up a large breakfast, for it was the first night you had stayed in the coven house since the night you discovered your abilities.
The boys had been sure to make you feel quite at home, finding you a room at the back of the second floor that you could now call your own. There was still times you felt a little uncomfortable, of course. You were going to have to adjust to living in a large house with seven young men, and they were now going to have to adjust to living with a Lunar Witch such as yourself.
Taehyung still acted quite cold and dismissive towards you, and you were somewhat irked by his behaviour. Just that morning, Taehyung had given you a grunt in reply. You had only asked for the male to pass you the jam from across the table. From his actions, you just assumed the boy held a deep dislike for you, for reasons unknown. "What's got your face all knotted up like that?" Hoseok called from over the other side of the vegetable patch. The sudden shout made you jump slightly, snapping you from your thoughts.
"Oh um, nothing." You laughed, standing and bringing your basket over to sit beside Hoseok. The boy laughed and shook his head, obviously not believing your answer.
"I may not have known you long Y/N, but I can tell that look on your face isn't because of just nothing." You sighed softly. How the hell was he so perceptive? "Seriously though, what's wrong? You know you can talk to me."
You pondered over it for a moment before deciding to speak out and get some answers. "What's the deal with Taehyung?"
You looked down, focusing your eyes on the courgette's Hoseok was trimming off of their runner. Hoseok let out a brief laugh, flinging one of the vegetables into your basket; his now completely full. "Of course this is about Taehyung,"
"Hey!" You yelled slightly, hitting his arm gently. The boy faked an expression of hurt before responding with a giggle. "I'm serious! The kid acts like he hates me," You sighed, looking up at Hoseok.
"He doesn't hate you!"
"Then tell him to stop acting like he does!"
"You sound like a child!" Hoseok giggled even louder now, making you smile along with him. His laughter was goddamn contagious. "He doesn't hate you though, don't worry. He's always been a hard one to read. The kid's had a bad past, he rarely lets people get too close."
"So he doesn't trust me?"
"Hey, I never said that. He's a troubled kid, he dealt with too much at a very young age. It's left him struggling to bond with people. I'm not saying he doesn't trust you, you wouldn't have been able to stay in the house if he didn't. What I'm saying is that it's hard for him to be around new people. Especially considering the circumstances that have had you come into our lives," Hoseok smiled at you slightly.
He stood, blocking the sun from your eyes. "If you want to know any more, I suggest you should ask the boy himself. Now come on, let's get these inside and wash them for Jin to use,"
You let out a long childish sigh, making Hoseok chuckle. He helped you stand, making sure you didn't trip on any roots that were sticking out. He reached down, grabbing your basket and handing it to you before leading the way into the kitchen. Maybe Hoseok was right, maybe you should talk to Taehyung.
Your train of thought was yet again interrupted when you heard another shout, "NOONAAAAA~" Someone called out, in a comically over-exaggerated deep voice. You let out a laugh as a pair of arms were slung over your shoulders. You didn't even have to turn to know it was Jungkook.
"Hey, what have I said about calling me Noona? It makes me feel old," You laughed at the boy as he examined your basket's full of goods on the kitchen counter.
"No carrots?!" He yelled slightly, completely ignoring your statement. "Noonaaa you know I like my carrots."
"They're not fully grown yet Bunny Boy," Hoseok called out from the sink as he began washing the soil from off of his produce. "If you still want carrots then you should put them on Jin's shopping list, I think he'll be going into town tomorrow to pick up a few bits," Jungkook didn't need to be told twice before he was running off to find Jin, making you laugh at the boy.
"Has he always been like that?" You laughed as you brought your basket over to Hoseok.
"Not always, when he first joined he was a lot younger. His mind was just focused on becoming as strong and as able as he could be. He wanted to make his mother proud. But, he opened up to us after a while. He's been a cheeky little maknae ever since," Hoseok smiled. You turned your head slightly, being able to see through the large bay-windows of the lounge from the kitchen; seeing the maknae in question bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet in front of Seokjin. The sight made you smile so much more, and you couldn't be happier for finding your own little family.
“Y/N, when you get older you’re going to do great things. You are so much stronger than you know,” Your grandmother whispered into your hair. Your child-like figure nestled into her chest, holding her close. Your grandmother turned her head slightly, noticing your sleeping state. “So much stronger than you know. There’s a hidden strength hidden deep inside of you Y/N, and when the time comes you’ll need to use that strength. I hope and pray to the moon above that the time does not come soon.”
What did she mean? Hidden strength? You sighed softly, pushing the memory to the back of your mind for the meantime. Your grandmother always was a bizarre lady. However one of the strangest occurrences that happened with your late grandmother repeated itself monthly. Every time there was a full moon your grandmother would usher you into your bedroom early, insisting it was time for you to sleep. However, when she thought you were, in fact, asleep you would sneak out of your small bedroom to find her weeping in the moonlight in your back garden.
You never questioned your grandmother on the subject. Too scared of what the reasons behind her actions would be. Instead, you brought the subject up to one of your grandmother’s close friends who had insured you the secret would be kept between the two of you. Mrs. Wu was the owner of Granite Hills’ only flower shop. The same flower shop where you worked. All of a sudden, something twigged inside you. Mrs. Wu.
If what you overheard was true, then someone was after you. They had already tried to kill you with one of those, things. Spawn. And you guessed that they wouldn’t stop until you were dead. Breaking your slow walk through the woods, leaving the confines of the large house beside the lake, you began to speed up. If they wanted you, they’d find any way to target you. Which included the ones you cared for.
Step, breath. Step, breath.
You couldn’t hesitate if there was even the smallest chance Mrs. Wu could be in danger due to your actions. As far as you were concerned, you needed to get to the flower shop. And fast. Looking up slightly you could tell it was early in the morning; the fog hanging over the trees like a bleak blanket. You almost had the whole forest to yourself -just you, the woodland animals, and your own thoughts, all of you making your way through the thick morning air. You alternate each step with exhalation. Your breath clouds the air slightly in front of you as you race right through it.
Step, breath. Step, breath.
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“Mrs. Wu! Mrs. Wu where are you?!” You shouted as you barrelled through the front door of the flower shop. The shop was quiet, the only signs of life being the flowers poking out from their pots all around the shop. “Mrs. Wu?” You called out again.
There was a small shuffling sound coming from the storeroom, you froze slightly. You looked around, trying to see if there was anything you could use to defend yourself with. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a bright red fire extinguisher, almost glimmering in the bright light of the shop.
You rushed over to it and grabbed it, ripping it off its hook and walking towards the back room slowly. Taking short steps over towards the door, the shuffling sounds seemed to grow louder. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door over slightly using the bottom of the extinguisher. The room was dark, taking a step inside you saw the back of an unknown figure. Letting out a short scream you brought the fire extinguisher down across their shoulders. “Ow! Ow! Y/N quit it!” The figure yelled out in pain, making you pause slightly. You held the fire extinguisher steady in your hands ready to beat down the figure if they attacked you.
“Who are you?” You murmured, your voice coming out slow and strained.
“I’m Namjoon, you can trust me. It was me and Taehyung that saved you from the Spawn in your apartment,”
“B-blue,” You whispered to yourself, recalling the last things you saw that night before waking up in their house.
“That was me, well my magic at least.” Namjoon tried, holding out his arm to take the extinguisher. You let him take it, no longer feeling afraid in his presence. “I’m a witch, and so are you Y/N.”
“A witch?” You asked in disbelief. Namjoon nodded his head, taking a step towards you.
“You’re a Lunar Witch, I’m an Astral Witch. We’re basically siblings,” Namjoon laughed softly. “I promise you Y/N, I will personally explain all of this, but right now we need to get you someplace safe.” You shook your head rapidly.
“I’m not leaving without Mrs. Wu,” You said adamantly; refusing to budge until you found the older woman.
“You’re in safe hands Y/N,” A voice came from behind you, turning around you spotted Mrs. Wu stood by the door of the storeroom, her black cat; Moonlight at her feet.
“Mrs. Wu we-”
“Hush child,” The older woman smiled, coming to stand in front of you, she placed her hands on your shoulders. “Namjoon will keep you safe,”
“But what about you? You can’t protect yourself from these things,”
“Oh child, you underestimate me,” Mrs. Wu laughed softly. “I’m one of you, honey. I’ll be able to protect myself pretty well.”
“W-Wait, you’re a-a,” You stuttered out, finding it hard to believe such things.
“A witch Y/N, don’t be scared to say it,” Namjoon whispered from behind you. “Now as lovely as it is to see you Mrs. Wu and you too Moonlight,” Namjoon bowed his head slightly towards Moonlight, who bowed his head back making you even more confused. “I really must get Y/N back to the Coven house.”
“Of course Namjoon, be sure to send my love to the boys and tell Hoseok that his recent flower shipment was amazing,” Mrs. Wu smiled, Namjoon nodded softly a small smile gracing his features. “Now, keep her safe Namjoon.” Mrs. Wu warned once more before flicking her wrist to the back wall where a swirling mass of green and white light grew.
Namjoon pulled at your wrist gently and you took a step towards the pool of light, behind Namjoon, not forgetting to turn and look back at Mrs. Wu one last time before being pulled through the light. In the next breath, you were back in the front hall of Namjoon’s house. Your legs shook slightly, you leaned against Namjoon for a moment, afraid that if you took a step forward you’d fall. “Don’t worry you’ll get used to portal travel soon enough,” Namjoon smiled before pulling you into the lounge where Jimin was pacing in front of the fireplace, Taehyung sat beside him in a plush looking armchair; whilst a third male you had not met yet, was lay on the larger than average sofa.
Jimin turned, spotting the pair of you entering the lounge. “Thank god you’re back! Do you have any idea how dangerous sneaking out was?” Jimin ranted.
“Jimin, she’s older than you. You don’t need to lecture her,” Taehyung spoke up from the side of him.
“Only by a month Taehyung!” Jimin argued with the silver-haired boy. Said boy just rolled his eyes at the ranting blonde in front of him.
“Oooh, we have a Noona in the house,” The other male smirked from the couch. Jimin flicked the boy's forehead, the boy in question flinching at the sudden pain.
“Yes. A Noona. Your elder Jungkook.” Jimin reprimanded. Jungkook shook his head before turning to look at you.
“For the record, I was joking,” You turned your gaze away from the boy, towards the floor. “Hey are those my clothes?” Jungkook asked, pushing himself up off of the couch.
“I gave them to her, she needed a change of clothes,” Seokjin said, entering the room with a steaming cup in his hand. “Tea Y/N, drink, it’ll make you feel better.” You took the cup out of his hands and took a sip of the drink tentatively. A burst of flavour hit you as soon as you took a sip, the flavour soothing yet also invigorating. “It’s fresh peppermint,” Seokjin smiled.
“It’s amazing,” You enthused, taking another small sip. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Taehyung eyeing you, never once moving his gaze to another part of the room. Those silver eyes transfixed on your figure in the middle of the room.
“She speaks!” Jungkook yelled with a loud laugh, making you jump slightly.
“If you had been what she’s been through in the past twenty-four hours, you wouldn’t be in so much of a hurry to speak to a group of strangers in the middle of the woods,” Namjoon argued slightly. Jungkook nodded, lowering his head.
“Sorry,” Jimin ruffled the boy's hair slightly, giving him a reassuring smile.
“So Y/N, how about you take a seat and we’ll explain everything?” Seokjin proposed, seating himself on the armrest of the chair Taehyung was sat at.
His long ago did you release the second installment of The Lunar Witch? I like the cockpit and have enjoyed what you have released so far, and I’m hoping you haven’t discontinued it and are planning to keep writing,
I posted the second part the other day! I’ve been in a mini writing slump so I wasn’t able to out out the next part as soon as I would’ve liked. Anyway, the next part is here! I hope you enjoy hun!
“Hey, freak! I wasn't finished with you!” Eunha’s voice echoed around the cloud of purple and silver you were trapped inside of. Your head snapped to the side as an arm gripped your shoulder, you turned seeing Eunha’s bloody face sneering at you. She screeched loudly, almost animalistically as her face melted away revealing the dark serpentine-like features of the creature that attacked you in your apartment.
The grip on your shoulder grew tighter, hard enough to bruise as you were shoved backwards; sending your body spilling onto the floor. Your body shook in fear as the creature shrieked once more, it's jaw separating a black ooze seeping from its open mouth; splattering onto the floor. You pushed back, sliding away before the creature's eyes snapped onto your figure retreating. The creature’s ink black face began to ooze; the dark liquid dripping down onto your small form.
The entire room went dark, a pair of silver irises loomed above you. They glistened gently in the dim lighting of the room you were trapped in, soft brown lashes fluttering slightly as they looked down upon you. In the distance you could hear a voice, a soft whisper almost. “Hyung! She’s waking up.” A bright light shone from behind the pair of iridescent irises, making you blink at the harsh light being cast upon you.
You tried sitting up, only to have a gentle hand press against your shoulder. You flinched back slightly, the hand disappeared from your shoulder at your sudden movement. Your eyes flicked over to the owner of the hand to see a fair skinned man with a head of fluffy blonde hair which had been pushed back slightly. He gave you a reassuring smile before helping you sit up more. “Take it slow, you’ve been out for a while.”
Now that your tired eyes had adjusted to the light, you were able to take in the small room you were in. The walls, ceiling and the floor of the small room were wooden, a string of white fairy lights hung over a window-frame, making the room slightly less dim. The window itself was slightly frosted around the edges due to the cold weather the town had been experiencing lately. Looking past the frost, you noticed the tall trunks of trees. You were in the middle of the woods, in a strange house, filled with strange people. To say you were a little freaked out, was a major understatement.
You didn’t even comprehend what the blonde had said before your eyes snapped to the other side of the room where a tall male stood, half leaning against the wall. His silver hair fell into his eyes slightly as he cocked his head, matching silver eyes staring back at you. Those eyes.
You jumped slightly as a cold cloth was pressed to your forehead, the blonde from before looking at the top of your head intensely. “Your wounds are healing nicely,” He smiled, his eyes turning into small crescents. You looked at him, confused for a moment until you remembered the events that had happened at your apartment.
“That...t-thing,” You stuttered out, pushing the blonde’s hand away from your head for a moment. The silver-haired man looked away from you, crossing his arms over his chest uneasily.
“We call them Spawns,” The blonde whispered, you looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t lying. “You’re lucky Taehyung and Namjoon showed up when they did, Spawns are relentless. They don’t give up on a target until they’re disposed of.” He sighed softly, lifting the cloth back up and dabbing at your forehead.
“Who are you, people?” You asked, surprised at how calm you sounded.
“My name is Jimin,” The blonde smiled, he motioned over to the silver-haired male slightly, “And that’s Taehyung,” You nodded softly, before realizing that the blonde in front of you was waiting for your name.
“Y/N” You whispered, Jimin smiled once more, his eyes turning into soft crescents.
“Nice to meet you Y/N” Jimin laughed, you noticed that throughout the whole encounter Taehyung was stood silently, observing. You were about to ask where the hell you were when a third male entered through the door, a large tray floating in the air behind him. You cocked your head to the side slightly, the tall male turning and smiling softly, almost sympathetically. “This is Seokjin, he’s the oldest of all of us here.” Jimin informed you, removing the damp cloth.
“All of us?” You questioned, looking at the three males. Seokjin nodded, black hair ruffling slightly at the movement.
“There are seven of us living here, me being the oldest and Jimin and Taehyung being two of the youngest.” Jimin nodded along in agreement. “Namjoon returned not long ago, he was able to take care of the Spawn, recently turned.” Seokjin informed both males in the room.
“That means he’s expanding his ranks,” Taehyung spoke for the first time, his deep voice catching you off guard slightly.
“And more concerningly, targeting vulnerable witches.” Seokjin murmured, motioning over towards you.
“Wait, what?” You asked, confused. “Witches, Spawn...What the hell is going on here?” You sounded exhausted, your voice cracking slightly.
Seokjin sighed softly, “We'll explain once you're all healed up,” he smiled softly, flicking his wrist gently sending the tray that was floating beside him across the room to softly rest in your lap. “It's my own recipe, an organic soup is always a great way to replenish your strength.” You eyed the soup warily before looking up at the three males in the room.
“We'll leave you alone for a while. Eat up, there's a bathroom through that door there,” Jimin motioned to an oak door shrouded with a white sheet around the frame. “There's a set of fresh clothes in there for you,” Jimin smiled once more before collecting the damp cloth and bowl of water and retreating from the room with Seokjin, Taehyung reluctantly following behind.
As soon as the door to the room was shut, you placed the tray of food down beside your bed. Taking a deep breath you removed the covers from your lower half revealing your bare legs. Your upper half was covered in a very oversized shirt and you were left wondering who's shirt it was, and who actually changed you.
Shaking the thought from your head you lifted your legs off of the plush mattress and placed your feet on the floor. Pushing yourself up from the bed was a struggle, your limbs ached and your legs shook slightly at the pressure of your weight on them. Pushing through the strange sensations, you took a step towards the bathroom, tripping over your pair of shoes that were peeking out from underneath the bed. Goddamnit. You sighed and carried on towards the bathroom, pushing open the door to show a medium sized bathroom with a tall shower tucked into the corner.
Resting against the sink you looked up into the mirror at your reflection. You looked pale, almost like you were sick. Your eyes carrying light bags underneath them and your hair was slightly knotted from being in bed for god knows how long. Sighing you looked to the side of the sink, noticing the pile of clothing Jimin mentioned.
A pair of grey sweatpants, and a white t-shirt. You didn't even question who the items belonged to before stepping into the joggers and throwing on the other shirt. Out of nowhere, you heard a loud bang from above you. Shaking slightly, you let out a short breath. I can't stay here.
Stepping back into the main bedroom you walked over to wear your shoes were, pulling them on quickly without bothering to properly tie the laces. Taking another deep breath you twisted the door handle gently, opening the door. Thankfully the door made no noise. Sighing in relief you stepped out into the rather dim hallway.
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed one of the doors in the hallway had multiple lights flashing beneath it. The house seemed quiet. Too quiet. Making your way towards the staircase you heard whispers, “She's one of them Jin,”
“What? One of who?” You heard Seokjin’s voice respond to someone you had never heard before.
“A Lunar. I could feel it the instant I portalled me and Tae into her apartment.”
“Namjoon are you sure?”
“Jin I wouldn't lie about this. You know Lunars are like my siblings. I can feel her energy, it's so freaking strong.”
“I believe you Joon. We just need to be sure. If she is a Lunar, that means we need to protect her. Vik probably already knows about her, which would make sense why that Spawn attacked her.”
You had heard enough. Tiptoeing down the steps, you caught eyes of the front door. A coat rack stood beside the door, a single denim jacket hanging limply. You wrapped the jacket around your form with one hand whilst opening the door with the other. And in that moment, you disappeared into the woods.
You trudged through the dark streets, your boots splashing through puddles as rain poured down on you. You tried wrapping your drenched jacket tighter around you, attempting to gain at least a small amount of warmth. You turned around suddenly, feeling like you were being followed. Shaking your head, you turned sharply, heading down a dark alley.
Out of nowhere, you were shoved to the ground, a group of laughs heard behind you. “Aww would you look at that, little Y/N is all alone.” A female voice called out, you turned onto your back looking up to be met by the face of your school bully and her group of minions.
“Leave me alone Eunha,” you muttered, trying to stand up. Eunha laughed sarcastically before kicking your feet out from under you, a yell leaving your lips as you collided with the ground once more. “Aww is Y/N going to cry? It's a shame you have nobody that cares,” One of Eunha’s minions asked in a patronising, high pitched voice.
“A dead daddy and a missing mommy, all alone with no one to turn to.” Eunha giggled, turning to look back at her friends. You clenched your fists standing up and leaning on the alley wall slightly. “How dare you bring my parents into this!” You yelled, tears escaping your eyes. Eunha let out a high pitched sarcastic giggle before landing a sharp slap across your cheek, splitting your lip slightly.
Your arms shook with anger as you felt an uncontainable force rush through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you turned ready to leave, “Hey freak! I wasn't finished with you!” Eunha yelled, gripping your arm and spinning you around. In a moment of blind fury at the girl in front of you, you spun around sharply flinging your arm out in front of you as a bloodcurdling scream ripped it's way from your chest.
In the next moment the alley was consumed by a bright purple light, the sound of a loud explosion ricocheting around your skull as the girls in front of you were consumed by the cloud of purple energy. The cloud of violet and silver faded to a soft smoke, drifting out of the alleyway. You stood, completely still as your eyes drifted over to Eunha and her friends.
The group of girls lay lifeless on the cold floor, red lines trailing down from their noses as their eyes were glassy staring up in horror at the night sky as the rain continued to bucket down. You shook slightly, taking in the carnage of what just happened. “Eunha?” You whispered softly, dropping to the floor to shake the girl. “Eunha wake up,” you muttered. Once the girls head lolled to the side you stood back, holding a breath. They were dead. You just killed them. With another shaky breath you ran your hands through your hair before backing out of the alley and running towards your home.
“I'm losing my mind, I'm going crazy,” you muttered to yourself, pacing up and down your floorboards in your small single apartment. “What's wrong with me?” You whispered, sitting down on your couch running your hands through your hair. “Someone would have found them by now, it'll only be a matter of time before they come knocking.” You cried, tears running down your cheeks. You had never meant to harm them. You had never hurt a person in your entire life. It was usually you being the one in pain.
Your father died when you were four, your mother disappearing a few months later leaving you to grow up with your eccentric grandmother who had passed last summer. With such tragedy a constant in your family, you became a known face in your small town. You were an easy target for bullies like Eunha, they fed off your suffering and pain like vultures. You never got a moment rest.
You were snapped from your thoughts when a flurry of knocks pounded down onto your front door. You stood up, uneasy, “No,” you whispered stepping back from the door. You turned, glancing at the clock on the wall.
3:00am.
You walked towards the door warily, the knocks never letting up. You stood in front of the door, the knocks finally silenced, you leaned forward peering into the small spyglass that all apartments in your block had.
There was nothing there. With a sigh you moved your head back slightly before the door was suddenly kicked through, the wood coming off its hinges sending you flying backwards over your kitchen table and onto the floor with a yelp. You tried standing up, your body weak. Looking at the doorframe a tall dark figure was stood there, a dark smoke enveloping it's figure. The figures head snapped towards you, the features were not at all human like, serpentine like with beady eyes. The creature's jaw separated into three segments each jaw lined with razor sharp teeth.
You moved back, sliding across the floor in a panic trying to get away from the creature. The creature shrieked loudly before racing at you, you lifted up your arm shielding your face and turning to brace yourself for the impact. Out of nowhere a bright blue light engulfed the room as a tall male stood in front of you. He swirled his arms, creating a large ball of energy and shooting it towards the creature sending it flying backwards into the wall. “Taehyung get her out of here!” The male in front of you shouted, you turned to the side seeing a gray haired man walk towards you. “Take her to Seokjin!”
The grey haired, Taehyung nodded before helping you stand up. “C’mon princess,” he smirked before creating a large swirling mass of light and pulling you through into the unknown. Upon stepping through the pool of light your stomach felt as if it had been knotted a thousand times. You swayed slightly, Taehyung catching you and lowering you down to lie on the floor, as your head throbbed slightly. “Taehyung!” A voice called out, you heard footsteps come closer before the world faded into darkness.
You sighed softly as you placed down the last cardboard box in the large lounge of your new home. “Home sweet home,” you sighed once more, falling down onto a large beanbag chair in the centre of the room. You were the daughter of a wealthy family, and your parents decided to buy you a ridiculously large home for just one person in hopes they could bribe you into carrying on the family business.
You stood up, kicking a box out of the way before walking to the large double doors that led out into a large and beautiful garden that you knew you would be spending a lot of time in. You took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air. Slowly you reached up your arms, if you squinted slightly you seemed close enough to run your fingers through the cotton candy like clouds. You smiled softly before going back inside to unpack.
Over the next few weeks, you manages to settle in amazingly, your parents stopping by once or twice checking everything was going fine before rushing off again back to their busy schedule. It was during your 5th week at the new house when you started to notice something peculiar. In the middle of the day you could hear the light pitter patter of small feet coming from the upper floors of your home despite being home alone, strange shadows were cast in your kitchen as you were cooking a meal, and sometimes it was almost as if you could hear small voices talking in the garden despite having no other houses around for at least a mile and a half.
After you hit the six month mark of living in the house, and after having the awkward conversation with your parents of making the decision to not follow in their footsteps, you noticed that the peculiar happenings were becoming more frequent. You were confused as to why such things were happening to you until one particular day. It was a warm summer's day, a light breeze blowing through the large garden, you had just sat down on a small lounge chair, cold drink in hand. You were busy reading a new book that had just come out, when a large bush in the corner of the garden shook slightly, catching your attention. You paused, mid sip of your drink, placing it down gently and staring at the bush.
Once again, the bush shook. After having enough of these strange happenings in your home you stood up, hoping it was just a cat playing within the flower beds. Slowly you crept towards the bush, bare feet being tickled softly by the green grass. You eventually came to stand over the bush, taking a deep breath and bracing yourself for what was beneath the dark leaves.
With one quick motion you spread the branches of the bush, letting the sunlight bleed down into the flower bed below, to see seven small human beings staring back up st you. Seven small humans. You quickly removed your hands from the branches standing up and pacing by the bush. “I'm going crazy, actually going crazy. There's small humans in my garden. Oh my god what is mom going to say?” You panicked, thinking out loud when a small voice cut you off.
“Excuse me miss?” You turned seeing all seven mini humans standing at your feet. One with grey hair stood forward, a small boxy grin on its lips, it waved softly and you looked with wide eyes at the line.
In the next second you let out a long scream, the seven mini humans screaming along with you. After a moment you paused and so did the small people in front of you. “Please don't tell anyone miss,” One with small bunny like features whispered. You blinked gently before letting out a small laugh. Yours eyes fluttering shut as you fainted, falling backwards onto the grass with a thud.
That night you sat at your kitchen table, all seven of the small humans standing in front of you. “So let me get this straight,” you sighed, holding a bag of frozen peas to the back of your head. “So you're all real and I'm not imagining this?” You asked for the 27th time since you woke up. The orange haired human smiled softly and nodded, his face optimistic and kind.
You gave them another glance, each little human was around the same size as a rabbit, which made a hell of a lot more sense as to what the peculiar things happening in your home came from. “Do any of you have names?” You asked, placing the peas down next to them.
“What's a name?” The one that strangely looked like a cute bunny asked, whom you had also discovered was the youngest of the group.
“A name is something that humans use to identify themselves, but a name can be anything you want it to be,” you smiled softly at the youngest.
“What's your name?” The shortest of the group asked.
“My name is Y/N” You gave him an encouraging smile.
“Wahh, pretty~” He whispered, you giggled softly a light blush covering your cheeks. The small human smiled back at you, walking over to you, he moved his hand signalling for you to come closer which you did. You leant down far enough so he could whisper in your ear. You smiled at his request, sitting back up.
“So you’d like me to name you all?” You asked him, he nodded with a smile, looking back at the other humans. You placed your hand flat on the table, allowing him to climb on your hand. You lifted him up slowly, looking his face. He blushed slightly, a small smile gracing his features. “I'll call you, Jimin.” You smiled.
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“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! YAHHH, INSFIRESSS~” You heard a voice yell as you tried studying with Namjoon. You giggled softly, turning around. “It's ‘inspire’ Yoongi.” The blue haired boy paused before continuing to run up and down your kitchen surface now yelling ‘inspire’ to try and help encourage you.
“I think Yoongi has been in your coffee stash again,” Namjoon laughed, you nodded softly turning to look back at Namjoon whom was lying on his stomach reading your textbook.
“Y/N~ Jimin and Tae aren't letting me play with them!” A small voice cried out from beneath the table, you leant down picking up Jungkook softly. “Why don't you stay with us then bun? Or you can go and find Seokjin and Hobi? I'm sure they went out into the garden earlier.” And just as you said those words a loud crash of thunder echoed from above the house, buckets of rain pouring down into the garden. You placed Jungkook down onto the table, standing up and walking out into the garden, finding Hoseok and Seokjin taking shelter underneath a flower.
“Come on boys,” you called, shrugging off your jacket and letting them climb into the hood. You smiled and carried them back inside, finding a few small towels to wrap them up in. “Let's take a break from studying Joonie, how about I put on a movie in my room and we all cuddle up in bed?”
You heard an excited yell from behind you from Yoongi which caused you all to break out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. “You know for such small people, you all have so much energy,” you smiled, thankful that you found these small bundles of joy, for you could now never imagine a life without them.
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