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the multiple me

pairing: ot7 x reader | 1.1k words

warning: angst

plot: your friend Jungkook has a secret and no one knows about it, he has multiple people in his head

a/n: this series is inspired by the drama “kill me, heal me” and i’m planning on releasing more parts of this so tell me if you like it!

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The library is quiet and empty, yet you know he’s in here. You’ve been wanting to inform him about his assignment for his english class. The teacher has informed you that Jungkook has been slacking off and you should very kindly help him if he needed help so you took it in your hands to check on him. Your steps are shallow and quiet almost as if you aren’t walking and the only other sound is someone breathing soundly. It almost sounds as if the person can’t breath and without a second thought you dash around the corner just to find Jungkook on the ground holding his head in his hands breathing harshly. Is he hyperventilating? Does he have something in his throat? With wide eyes you leap towards the man on the ground.

“Jungkook-ah, what’s wrong?” You screech in fear. His head rushes back with his eyes wide open. He lets out some choked up sounds and a pained squeal just to fall to the ground with a loud thud. You release the breath you’ve been holding. With fast movements you shake his body “Jungkook-ah! Wake up, please say something! Jungkook-ah!” you almost shout as you move the hair out of his face. “Jungko-” he sits up with such speed that both your heads butt together. You fall on your butt with your head hurting and Jungkook getting to his feet. “Who are you calling Jungkook, Young Lady?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “But-”God, no wonder he let me out. He has been studying for such a long time. I always have to take over when he’s not able to take care of himself” you rub your head as you get to your feet. “What the hell are you talking about, Jungkook-ah” you hiss at him and he gives you a wary look “Listen here little chick, my name is Seokjin and i am not Jungkook. I need to get some food into this body so what do you think about helping me clean up his mess and then we can go eat something good. I’m thinking about tteokbokki, huh?”

Did he hit his head? You don’t understand a single word he says. “Jungkook?” you whisper in utter confusion. He sighs and starts to pack his books away “Are you deaf or just stubborn? I’m Seokjin, help me. Come on” he gestures you to help him with his book. You take one of his books with a unsure look on your face. “Now now, don’t give me that look. I’ll pay if you want me to” he smiles and you give him a scared small smile back. He nods to himself and proceeds to put his stuff away. “Seokjin?” his head rushes to look at you and he gives you a smile “mh?” you smile at him “I’ll go the toilette before we go, okay?” he nods “But don’t take too long, I can’t eat to late we don’t want to ruin this pretty face, do we?” you shake your head “I’ll be quick” he nods and focuses his attention on his stuff again.

You almost run to the toilettes but stop right in front of the mirror. What the hell did just happen? It’s almost as if he was a completely different person. The way he talked or the way he moved was different and not to think of his name. Seokjin? You take a deep breath before you splash some water into your face to calm yourself down. You leave the toilettes and walk back to where Jungkook or rather Seokjin was when you left. There he sat with all of his stuff neatly in his backpack looking at himself in through his phone screen. “God, you took long. Did you take a dump?” you shake your head and hit his shoulder only to earn a angry look. Jungkook would never give you an angry look. “Come on now, i don’t have that much time.” You follow him outside to the parking lot.

You always take the bus to school with Jungkook since none of you two are good drivers but Jungkook doesn’t even have a drivers licence. “What are you thinking about? You seem a little out right now, get in the car” he puts his bag into the trunk and gets into the driver's seat.

With wide eyes you open the car door “You don’t even have a driver’s licence, you can’t drive” you yell almost. His eyes roll “Jungkook doesn’t have one but i do. I’m the oldest after all” he answers as he starts the engine. The oldest? Are there more inside of him? What-No way are you believing his play. What if it isn’t a play “Are you okay with tteokbokki?” You nod. “Yeah, I’m fine with that” he nods and drives the car perfectly. This isn’t Jungkook

As you walk into the restaurant a older lady gives Jungkook a smile “Mr.Kim, the usual space?” he nods and you follow him silently. The lady brings you two into a own small room out of the sight from others. “You should order the soju, it’s the best i know” he smiles and you nod “Seokjin-ah-”Honey, I’m 27 years old. I’m either your oppa or your call me Seokjin-ssi. But since we aren’t very close yet you should call me Seokjin-ssi” you sigh and nod “Seokjin-ssi, i have a question i want to ask you.” he nods “Why are you inside Jungkook’s body?” he tilts his head and chuckles “No wonder he has a big crush on you, you are quite fast to catch on” you look at him with a bewildered look. “A crush, what?” he nods “This boy has been in love with you for such a long time but he hasn’t told you because of us. Ah,i shouldn’t talk about that! You know what, i’ll give Jungkook his time back and you two talk about him since he has a lot of explaining to do.” you sit up straight “What-”Promise me one thing Y/N-ah, eat some tteokbokki with me some time” he smiles and suddenly he’s holding his head in pain

With a strangled breath his unconscious body hits the floor. Your movements halt because to be honest you can’t comprehend what the hell is happening at the moment. Just as his body jerks a little you call out for him.“Seokjin-ssi?” his head lifts with his eyes wide “Y/N, what? Did you call me Seokjin?” you nod “I guess you have to explain some things to me” he sighs and lets his head hang “It’s a long story” you chuckle “I’ll listen”

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Majo

Majo, despite her name, has mastered both magic and spiritual energy. Even back when the Blackened Land was still living, she was one of very few who had done so. She spent most of her time as a hermit, and was away traveling when the country met its untimely demise.

Normally those with her power and strength were delegated to royal positions of the court, but she was far from liked. Even the people back then warned against mixing magic and spiritual energy. The legend is that this playing with natural elements like a god is what led to the land’s destruction. They saw her research as heretic and cursed. They were only happy to watch her distance herself away from them.

For all of the research she had done, Majo knew that she would never be able to confirm her hypotheses or theories; she sought knowledge, but never at the hands of cruelty or unknown consequences. Any necessary experiments, she performed on herself. This changed when she came across A.

She was forced to thrust a corrupted crystallized knife (of K’s) into A’s body; she was even supervised. When the supervisor left early, satisfied with the results and needing to tend to the emergencies of the camp, she knew A wouldn’t last long. She wound up imbuing A with spiritual energy, pure and neutral energy from the camp (the same that created F) so as to combat the corrupted energy that was rapidly spreading through A’s body. A’s hair turning silver was never part of the plan, but as the spiritual energy settled into A’s body, so did her hair change.

Years later, when she found a weakened M, she hesitated to do the same. To introduce spiritual energy into a body without any was often lethal. Perhaps luckily, M’s hands were scarred and tainted by the corrupted fire that raged throughout her village. It was both the source of her illness, as well as what ultimately led to the cure. Majo imbued Mage with just enough spiritual energy to combat the raging corrupted spiritual energy within, a few strands of her hair turning nearly white. Majo didn’t even realize it until months later, for Mage’s light blonde hair mostly obscured the difference.

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Fragments of a Memory

She looked so peaceful under the covers, only her head and her gloved hand sticking out. It was hard to believe that just moments earlier we had been engaged in a battle for our lives. More than just us. Perhaps the lives of many others, as well. Then again, she always had a peaceful aura around her.

For as much as she loved to talk about destiny, she was always thrust in the midst of trouble. What came out of believing in such a hurtful destiny? Always having to fight? She didn’t deserve to.

I couldn’t understand. I could never understand.

She groaned and shifted in bed, rolling over onto her back. I gently brushed her bangs from her eyes. Her eyes twitched, her brow furrowed in her sleep. She was probably lying on her hair. I carefully lifted her head and softly brushed out her light blonde hair from underneath. The strands of hair caught sunlight, the color far brighter than imagined.

Or was it...

Upon closer look, a few strands of her hair weren’t so much bright from reflecting the light, than actually near-white, almost...

Almost silver.

I stepped back, frowning. Idly twirling a strand of my own silver hair, I realized it would make sense. She had never given any indication as such. She must not have known.

I turned around and exited the room, closing the door behind me. It was too bright in that room. How apropos that she would be the sunlight, while I preferred the shadows.

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