Ø A/N: Hey guys, this is just something random I wrote!! I didn’t know who it was going to be for or what it was going to be about, but it ended up being something for Kim Seokjin!! There will be a second part to this, and it might take a while for it to happen but I really hope you guys like and support this!!
The things people would do for money in this day and age. She was born in that grey area that wasn’t exactly a Millennial but also not a Gen Z, drifted between both in an everlasting fight between existentialism and nihilism.
It might be why she does what she does.
It was a generation that had one defining factor, a trait that made her numb to the world and her own personal suffering. Until the sun rises and the smile on her face lets people believe they can change the world.
And maybe they can. She wouldn’t personally know, not with where she stood now.
Or it was the simple fact that her father was an absolute asshole who never shouldered on inch of responsibly.
No, that was her job. To take care of herself. To make sure that what happened to her mother never happened to her.
It was the main reason, the only reason she worked 2 jobs and took online classes. One of her jobs was all together fun, easy and it was honestly the reason she hadn’t packed it all in and just left. Working in a library isn’t something people around her normally think is something good and fun. Actually, she was never seen as someone normal who came out of the town she lived in, anything but, and yet she knew how to survive this life.
There was always something around her that no one, not even she could explain to them. Found at 8 years old, wandering the woods that surrounded the town, dirty, cold, no shoes and no will to talk. She sat under the root of a tree, surrounded by a pack of wolves who seemed to have taken her into their pack. One of the bigger mothers had wrapped herself around Y/N, shielded her from the cold of the forest floor.
When police found her, it was because a wolf had led them to her, recognising that she was one of them. Y/N never spoke a word, never looked anyone in the eye, barely accepted the food they tried to give her. Not until the woman who would become her mother walked in the door, a motherly smile and shock to see an 8-year-old with no shoes on in the middle of winter.
She did what any mother would do, fussed over Y/N, getting her showered and into the warmest clothes an 8-year-old had felt. She cooked her food, watched as she ate, brushed her hair, and stayed with Y/N until she had fallen asleep. It was only a matter of time before Y/N’s mother adopted her, and Y/N had a family in such a small town.
Then there were the reoccurring unnatural disturbances that happened when Y/N was around. A freak storm could be written off as just that, a freak storm; though a freak storm to only hit one small town in the middle of nowhere after a girl was attacked by others. Y/N had muttered something under her breath the kids hadn’t heard and the next thing they knew her eyes glowed.
It only solidified her status as some freak who didn’t belong in such a small town. Her eyes glowed, whenever it rained it seemed her skin started to turn a lovely blue, and someone swore once she had scales.
Though Y/N was always the least of the towns worries. The biggest concerns being the gangs that seemed to run the town completely over. Violence and all out wars happened on the streets and suddenly a girl whose skin turned blue when it rained was nothing to worry about. The spike in dangerous animals around the forest edge, every single one of the predators, every single one of them dangerous.
Doing a final round of the library, Y/N was kinda annoyed. It was supposed to be her day off from her second job, she was supposed to leave the library with a warm smile, stop at her favourite restaurant to pick up her favourite food. Then she was supposed to drive home, draw a warm bubble bath, set up a movie to watch as she ate and soaked in the bath.
But there was an unfriendly word there… “Supposed”.
No, on her one day off out of the month, she had been called into work because some of the other girls couldn’t work today. She understood why the girl had asked for the day off, but Y/N was always a last resort to call. Then she heard the others were either working as well or out for something else.
The girl she was covering for was taking the next few months off, needing to be at her grandmothers bedside, she wasn’t doing well. Another girl was out being 7 months pregnant; their boss having put in a rule when he took over nearly 3 years ago that after 4 months, he would happily pay maternity leave. Another girl had fallen in love, her boyfriend didn’t want her working anymore, and with the line of work they were in, Y/N could see why.
With so many girls on roster and even replacements if needed, somehow on Y/N’s one day off, she was still called in.
Park Jimin would so owe her.
Finally saying goodbye to the older ladies of the library, Y/N walked the few blocks to a small diner that her mother owned and worked at with her best friend. Smiling as she walked into the familiar smells, she remembered growing up around, seeing the familiar people working.
“Y/N, how have you been sweetheart?” Y/N was greeted by Mrs Kim, her mothers best friend since they were children.
“I’m good Mrs Kim.” Y/N took a seat at the counter.
“How many times do I have to tell you, little miss.” Mrs Kim smiled, a flash passing across her eyes that Y/N never missed but never bought up, a motherly smile at the young girl who looked like her childhood best friend. “One, I am your aunt, two, where have you been?”
Y/N laughed a little as she got comfortable in her seat before speaking; “I’m sorry, Aunty. I’ve been working and studying a lot lately.” Y/N’s eyes were wide, trying for innocent. “I promise to visit you more often.”
“Aish… What am I going to do with you?” Mrs Kim laughed a little as her hand moved to cup Y/N’s cheek, warm, always warm, like her mother’s hand used to feel. “You’re working too much, sweetheart. You need to take some time off.”
“I know. When everything is fixed,” Y/N knew Mrs Kim knew about everything she was going through, her mother having asked her to take care of her only daughter. “I promise I will take a holiday.”
“Good. You deserve it.” Mrs Kim leaned over the counter to kiss Y/N on the forehead like her mother used to before standing back. “The usual?”
With a grateful nod, Mrs Kim moved to the kitchen to put in her order as Y/N pulled her phone out. She saw that she had a message from Jimin, no doubt making sure she doesn’t back out on her shift tonight. Reading the message and reading it again and again for good measure, Y/N understood why Jimin was so on edge about her coming in tonight.
They were coming in tonight, the members of what the girls called, the 7. Her friend and boss, Park Jimin, was apart of the 7, but he was the man in charge of the entertainment tonight. It always put him on edge when his friends came to town, there was usually only one of two reasons for their visits.
One being someone had died. Two being someone was going to die.
Y/N had made it her mission to never have to work the days the 7 were in town, and not for the reasons people normally thought. They were known as ruthless killers, the only affection they had were for each other and a strong drink at the end of the night. They had fun in their work, enjoyed what they did and always looked the part of a group of men who did bad things for a living.
Though like any woman who grew up around here, she knew them, or at least knew of them. Y/N was thankful that it was the latter in her case, she knew off them, knew of the danger they possess. She knew that once all 7 were together, all bets were off.
Y/N had been, rather lucky to have meet Jimin nearly 3 years ago when he was by himself without the others. He had been assigned the clubs that they owned and he particularly like the one she now worked at. It became easy to see why in her first few weeks of service to the 7, it wasn’t the girls or the alcohol or the money or the gambling. It was the connection, the communication the club allowed Jimin to have with his own and with those in other gangs.
With her food ready and messaging Jimin to tell him she was on her way, Y/N hugged Mrs Kim before walking the 6 blocks to the club. Y/N could see people already lining up, the bass of the music already on the street as the sun set. The illuminated letters on the front of the club “Eternal Rest” was supposed to be funny, at least that’s what Jimin insisted.
And maybe, the clientele they receive it might be funny to them. But to Y/N it was plain and simple… it was where she would die. She was already working there against her will, to pay off debt her father had happily acquired as he stole her life away from her. It was also a place that would drag her to hell.
Moving around the building and to the back entrance to the club, nodding at the security guard before he allowed her in. Going straight to the dressing rooms, knowing full well that the other room would be occupied by now, Y/N took her time getting ready. Savouring her food, she ate slower than normal before getting ready, the last thing she wanted was to look bloated on the floor and having one of the important clients complain. She knew the type of pressure Jimin was under, hosting such important clients, and she didn’t want him to be in trouble.
Y/N could see herself in the mirror as she leaned over her leg, raised onto her chair to slip her shoes in place. So much skin was revealed, the skin-tight black lace that clung to her body like a second skin was surprisingly easy to breath in, the amount of cleavage that showed was due to the lace. Or mostly due to the fact that her breast had grown larger than she ever wanted, but it helped with this job, it helped when they tipped her. Every part of her body, every part she would frown upon looking at, was always used to her advantage to get one more step closer to freedom.
Placing her other leg onto the chair as she slipped her second shoe on, there was a knock at the door; “Are you decent?”
“Everything important is covered.” Y/N allowed Jimin to come in the dimly lit room before standing tall in the red bottom boots.
“Wow, you’re not messing around tonight, are you?” Jimin’s eyes lingered on Y/N’s breast, the lace following the curve of them.
“You said you needed me on my best behaviour.” Y/N shrugged, sitting back on her chair, finishing her final touches.
“Well remind me to ask for you to be on your best behaviour more often.” Jimin gave an appreciated nod to Y/N in the mirror before moving closer to sit at the chair next to her, seeing the question in Y/N’s raised eyebrow. “They arrived 10 minutes ago. I greeted them and the girls did what they do best, swarmed them to entertain.”
“But...?” Y/N knew there was more to it, seeing him hesitate. “Jimin we’ve talked about this, you don’t lie or keep things from me,” Y/N put the last of her jewellery on her fingers and wrist. “And I don’t make up bad lies not to be here.”
“One of them requested you.” Jimin watched how Y/N’s whole body seemed to stop, an uneven breath leaving her lips.
“Which one?”
Without so much as an answer from Jimin, Y/N simply nodded. He had been asking for her for months, having seen her around the club once, bought her one drink and he hadn’t let it go. It was just unfortunate for him that she was already on someone else’s arm that night, a rival man’s arm, but someone’s else’s arm, nonetheless. Every time they had come in, he had asked after Y/N, yet she was never working, smart enough to never let that happen again.
Tonight, she hadn’t been as lucky.
“What do I have to do?” Y/N asked, finally turning to look at Jimin fully.
“It’s just a candy night.” Jimin quickly took everything else off the table, holding up the necklace of the 7, of him. “He asked what you normally did, and I told him you don’t go any further than entertainment. He won’t push past candy.”
With a nod Y/N looked at the necklace, well more collar, before speaking; “Where is he?”
Jimin stood again, moving around her chair to hold the necklace against her skin, his touch was cold, it was always cold, clasping it behind her neck. He looked into the mirror, seeing Y/N looking at the pendant on the necklace, the small pearl seemingly shining against her tanned skin. It was even easier to see considering her outfit she had chosen was all black, and Jimin knew what it would give to everyone to see Y/N with this necklace and on his brothers arm.
She was the angel in the darkness.
“He’s in the VIP.” Jimin took a few steps back as Y/N stood, coming to her full height that was a little taller than Jimin himself. “He made one request of you though.” Y/N stopped before she had the chance to move, intently listening to her instructions before going to the floor. “He asked if you would go to the bar and…”
“And…?”
“And allow you to play the room. He wants you to have fun before he summons you.” Jimin finished the odd request from his brother, but he was never one to judge.
Y/N nodded, summon you, like a dog with a bone, taking it in before giving a few calming breaths to slow down her racing heart; “I’ll follow you out after 2 minutes and head straight for the bar.”
“Thank you, Y/N.” Jimin smiled sweetly before leaving her to herself.
xxx
Y/N had been sitting at the bar for around 10 minutes by herself, nursing the vodka soda she had ordered when she sat. The bartender had smiled when he handed her the drink but then looked over her shoulder to the pair of eyes that burned into them. He hadn’t looked Y/N’s way since.
It’s been happening the whole time. Someone would sit next to her, press against her, and offer to buy her a drink, whisper something dirty into her ear. Then she would have the pleasure of watching their eyes widen as they saw what sat on her next, the pearl a reminder to them all. They would soon turn to see the same pair of eyes staring at them before making a quick, fumbled apology before seemingly to run away.
Y/n never once had to say a thing, never once had to remind them of why she sat there at the bar, alone and nursing her drink. They all knew the boundaries that were placed on her, she was claimed, she was his.
Not even the other girls she had worked with for years had made a move to talk to her. They knew that not even they ran the club tonight, they had to do what they did best. The girls put on a show, sitting on the arms of the rich and famous, being the men’s lucky charms, being a pretty face. They knew when to cheer, when to press against one of the lucky men, what to whisper into their ear to get more money from them. They knew when it was time to offer one of the many luxurious rooms past the dark entrance to the left of the club.
But they also knew, that when another girl was claimed by the pearl, they did not disturb the waters.
So, Y/N sat alone at the bar, taking in the atmosphere around her. People were winning, people were losing, girls cheered when a man won a game, chips flicked together, diced rolled. There was even girls dancing on the many smaller stages around the club, girls dancing upstairs on the second floor, rich men ogling the women who performed.
Y/N wished she had been lucky enough to be one of those girls, just to dance where none of them could touch her. It was the rule of the club, no man could touch the dancers, the other girls were free game. But tonight, she was claimed.
“Hey, so,” A very handsome looking man came into Y/N’s view, leaning against the bar, resting his head on the palm of his hand as his elbow leaned on the bar. “You’re the girl my brother claimed for the night, huh?”
Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. Kim Taehyung, one of, if not the most dangerous executioner sat next to Y/N, all smiles, and bright eyes. She should have run away, especially from all the stories of the blood that ran along the streets, just from his hands.
Up close Taehyung looked so childlike, she could even see a small freckle on his cheek under his left eye. And his smile, boxy and playful, no wonder women fell for him, no wonder women never headed the warning to stay away from him.
“Oh right, Kim Taehyung, at your service.” Taehyung offered his hand for Y/N to take, something changed in his eyes, once a golden brown but seemingly flashing a dark red, then it was gone.
“Y/N.” Y/N offered only her first name as she shook his hand.
“Just Y/N?” Taehyung’s grip on her hand tightened a little, pushing his own body slightly against her right side.
“She doesn’t have to tell you her full name, Hyung.” Another voice, although not as deep as Taehyung, just as chilling, came from her left. “But I would love to tell you mine, Jeon Jungkook, at your service.”
Jungkook took Y/N’s other hand into his warm one’s, now Y/N’s arms were crossed over her body, trapped between two, although handsome, extremely dangerous men. Unlike Taehyung, Jungkook was an enforcer. He enforced the law of their ways, enforced punishment to those who are against them. He was the best fighter they have and a little too, uncomfortably, well versed with sharp objects.
“So, Miss Y/N,” Jungkook, like Taehyung, did not let go of Y/N’s hand but kept talking. “Would you mind if we kept you company until our brother comes to you?” Jungkook’s eyes becoming a golden stare.
“There are plenty of pretty girls around and yet you two stand around, in the hands of a claimed woman.” A voice behind Y/N caused both Taehyung and Jungkook to release her hands and turned to face it. “Now, beat it you two.”
“Aw, come on, Hyung.” Taehyung whined. “We’re simply keeping Miss Y/N here company.”
“We would never tread on the claims of a woman marked by our own brother.” Jungkook laughed a little, still leaning into Y/N.
“Well what did you slip into Miss Y/N’s drink then?”
The question caused Y/N’s blood to run cold, her wide eyes moving straight down to where her now warm drink sat. It was untouched and would remain untouched as she pushed it further away from her. Y/N pushed both men away from her as they laughed, seeing this as a joke, as Y/N finally turned around and came face to face with the unmistakable voice of Kim Namjoon.
Just like Taehyung and Jungkook, Kim Namjoon was unmistakeably handsome, taller than the others and a voice any woman would gladly throw her panties away for. As Jungkook and Taehyung joked, moving away and into the crowds of people, of women, Y/N was then left with Namjoon. His dark stare trapped her to her seat, but she had to move, standing as her heels touched the ground.
She was still a little shorter than Namjoon, but with her back straightened and her eyes steeled, she spoke; “Is he not coming down tonight?”
“He has asked me to come fetch you.”
“So, no cat and mouse game tonight?” Y/N boldly asked, stupidly looking the leader of the 7 in the eye.
“He did not say where for me to take you.” Namjoon smirked. “You are of course a little mouse, Miss Y/N. You just did not realise what game you were actually playing.”
Namjoon’s eyes were beautiful, dangerous, a golden that Y/N could never miss. They flashed a dangerous glint that told Y/N she was in the company of something not entirely human.
There were rumours, stories told that the men of the 7 were not entirely human, that they were something more. As were the customers of “Eternal Rest”, an ironic name was what they called the name of the club. They were something more, and it looked like Y/N was getting a firsthand look at just how true rumours and stories really were here.
“Come on, little mouse,” Namjoon smiled wide. “My brother is waiting for you.”
xxx
Namjoon had turned without looking back, expecting Y/N to follow him and she did just that. She knew when to fight and when to follow, and right now she followed Namjoon to the VIP area. Namjoon have pointed her in the direction she should follow, after that he had turned on his heels and moved away to where the rest of the 7 sat, loudly laughing and gambling with Jimin.
Making eye contact with Jimin, he gave her a nod before she walked off down a very dimly lit hall. She knew these parts of the club, the bedrooms in which the girls truly service the clientele. The VIP was just beyond the bedrooms, and from the sounds coming from them, the giggling girls as they stood at the doors waving off satisfied men, Y/N continued to walk.
Y/N was by no means a fool, she was no stranger to sex and nor could she be working here. Yet it was still something she shed away from when it came to this club, these men, this circumstance. She was not one of those girls, she was merely paid to be a candy girl, and at the door of the VIP, she looked upon the man who wanted her on his arm.
“Sir,” Y/N stood at the door, leaning down in a bow as she had been told to do when greeting a client.
“Someone ordered some entertainment?” A voice pierced through Y/N’s ears as she remained bowed. “Good.”
“She is not for entertainment.” Another voice spoke. “She is claimed.”
“It would seem our young, Mr. Kim here is going to be busy.” The first voice spoke again. “We shall leave you to it.”
Y/N finally stood back to her full height as 6 men moved out of the room and past her. Her eyes remained to the floor, like she had been trained to do when she first started there.
She never once spoke until she was spoken to; “Y/N, would you like to have a seat next to me?”
Y/N finally looked up and into the eyes of the man who claimed her for the night. Kim Seokjin sat on a leather couch, under the dim light his eyes flickered between a brown and a gold. His legs were crossed, his arms spread out over the back of the couch and a smile on his face. His gaze was predatory, watching Y/N as she moved closer into the room before standing in front of him.
“Sit.” Jin pointed his eyes down next to him, following closely as Y/N took a seat next to him. “Would you like something to drink?”
“As long as your brothers don’t handle the drinks.”
Jin raised his eyebrow at that, knowing about the mischief his brothers get up to, also liking the confidence she had. Jin had meet Y/N a handful of times and each time she had been the only woman to ever speak to him as if he were just another man. She was different, not liking how every other women to walk around this club, this town, treated him as if one wrong move and she would be dead.
“It’s okay, I’ll be the only one to handle your drinks.” Jin’s smile was breathtaking, absolutely heartbreaking.
He stood from next to Y/N as she leaned back into the leather couch, watching Jin move to the bar in the VIP room. She watched the way his wide shoulders shrugged out of his jacket, placing it over the back of a chair. He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling his sleeves up as he rounded the bar, his smile still on Y/N.
“Any requests?” Jin caught Y/N eyeing the straps around his body, the guns in the holsters just under his chest. “I’m surprisingly good with cocktails.”
“What’s your best?” Y/N smiled, leaning her elbow against her knees, resting her chin on her palm, engaged in Jin as he twirled and spun bottles around his hands.
“You seem like a whiskey type of girl.” Jin smirked at the slight widening of Y/N’s eyes.
“Am I that obvious?”
Jin shook his head as he picked up each bottle as he worked and kept talking; “No, not really. You just order a vodka soda when you sat down at the bar. It must be what they make you order here?”
Y/N was surprised. It was something that Jimin made sure every girl did, order something not too strong, enough to keep the men they entertain involved, but not to strong it makes the girl sloppy. Vodka soda was Y/N’s set drink, the one she would nurse as she (un)happily played candy. But she loved whiskey, it always reminded her of her parents at a happier time.
Maybe that was the worst part about it.
“So, I’m assuming you like something older, smoother, something that can hold up to the men you would never find around here.”
“Not all men here are that bad.” Y/N leaned back into the couch again, watching Jin pour the pale-yellow liquid into a glass with ice.
Now it was Jin’s turn to look at Y/N with surprise; “Do you really believe that?”
“Absolutely not.” Y/N watched the lithe movements of Kim Seokjin as he walked towards her again, a drink in each hand.
“Good.” Jin said as he offered Y/N her drink. “Whiskey sour for the lady.”
“Thank you.”
Y/N nodded before bringing the drink of her lips, taking a small sip. Jin seemed to be full of surprises it would seem, as Y/N took a better drink of the whiskey sour, savouring it as he sat next to her again. His leg pushed right up against Y/N’s own, giving off such a warm heat to her exposed skin. He was confident, confident enough to sit his hand on her knee, as he too took a swig from his own drink, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“What do you think?” Jin gestured to the drink in Y/N’s hands.
“It’s delicious. You really are amazing.” Y/N swirled the cherry around the glass. “How did you learn to make them?”
Jin shrugged, comfortably leaning back into the couch; “I wasn’t always where I was now. Everyone has a story of their beginnings.”
Y/N nodded, understanding that not everyone has a happy beginning, or a happy middle. But Y/N wanted to give herself a happy ending, and everything she was doing now was a lead up to her happy ending.
“Well however you learned, I’m kinda thankful for it.” Y/N moved her leg over her other, Jin’s hand moving off it for only a moment before running over her exposed thigh. “You were right, I do like whiskey.”
“I’m always right.” Jin smiled wide, bringing his drink to his lips again as he seemed to smirk over the glass.
“Well, Mr. Always right…” Y/N sat her smaller hand on top of Jin’s, stopping his movements as she stared into his eyes. “What exactly is it you want me to do for you tonight? I’m only a candy level, and a man of your status shouldn’t want anything to do with a candy.”
Jin shrugged, comfortably leaning into Y/N, both of their heads leaning back on the couch, lips mere inches from each other. Y/N could feel the warm breath of Jin on her lips, she could smell the whiskey on his breath. He was so close, and he seemed to have no thoughts of moving.
“Is it wrong for me to want to get to know you?”
Y/N could hear footsteps, though she didn’t move she could count how many walked with a purpose towards the room they sat it. She didn’t know what was going on, and she knew that Jin himself could hear the footsteps himself. Yet, neither of them moved, neither moved away from each other, neither moved to look at the door. They seemed to both only look at each other, almost like there was something familiar between them.
But Y/N only knew of him. So why did he look at her as if she had all the answers to every question of his?
“Very.”
As the door opened, only Y/N moved, looking up and feeling Jin get comfortable next to her. His hand never left Y/N’s skin, even as she sat up to look at Jin’s brothers as they walked into the room. They barely gave Y/N a second look, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook moving to the bar themselves, Namjoon and the final 2 of the 7, Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok, sat at one of the other chair.
“Hyung,” Yoongi sat on the couch next to Jin, handing him something.
Y/N knew her role, to stay quiet and only move when her client needed her to. Like now, she reached her hand out, taking Jin’s drink like it was normal as he took whatever it was that Yoongi handed Jin. She didn’t look at it, she knew better then that, instead, finding the contents of her drink fascinating.
“Seems we’ll need a females opinion after all,” Jin spook loud enough for everyone to hear, seemingly all turning to look at Y/N as he continued to talk. “What do you think, Jagiya?”
She didn’t realise straight away, but when she finally looked up, all eyes on her, Y/N finally looked back at Jin. He smiled at her, taking his drink back and putting into her hand a file. The rather thin file almost felt like she was holding the fate of the world on her shoulder, even if Jin gave a reassuring nod from his laid-back position.
Sitting her own drink in front of her on the small table in front of her, Y/N opened the file to find the last thing she would have thought.
Cakes.
There were 3 different cakes, with what looked to be intensive background information of the cakes in the file. Y/N looked over them each before looking at Jin again, raising her eyebrow in question.
“It’s my sisters birthday, apparently I have to plan it.” Jin laughed a little as he sat up, still leaned back enough Y/N had to turn her body to him. “I’m not the best when it comes to this. I could use a female’s opinion.”
Y/N looked back at the cakes, looking up and catching Jimin’s eyes. He gave a quick smile, looking over Y/N before nodding, to trust the situation, if not then to trust him. Taking a deep breath, Y/N looked back at the cakes before reading which bakery they were choosing from, the choice so much easier.
“The sponge from Serendipity.” Y/N handed Jin back the file, reaching to pick her drink up again. “If you’re not a fan of something too sweet then it’s perfect. If you want something sweeter, all you have to do is ask for Mrs Kim. She always makes it a little sweeter.”
“I told you Serendipity was the best.” Hoseok laughed, leaning back into his seat as Taehyung handed him a drink, all of them sitting with a drink in hand.
Jung Hoseok. All smiles and laughs and sweet words to the lucky woman he decided he wanted for the night. It was sometimes way to easy to forget about the small detail of his crimes. That had never once been proven that is. It was always too easy to forget that Jung Hoseok could hack your entire life and still play with sharp edges. He was, in short, a hacker, with a dangerous pass time of blades.
“You only like Serendipity because they give you extra tarts whenever you go in.” Namjoon spoke from Hoseok’s left, shaking his head as he sipped the scotch Jungkook had handed him.
“But now we have an outside opinion.” Jimin raised his glass in gesture to Y/N, winking at her. “Can’t be the worst place.”
“Aren’t you a little bias though?” Min Yoongi, who still sat on the edge of his seat, looked at Jimin with a smirk. “I mean we can all appreciate a nice pair of breast but even you shouldn’t be bias to the tits you see every day.”
“At least I have tits to stare at, Hyung.” Jimin leaned happily against the bar with his drink, seeming to toast to Yoongi. “Stuck on the streets where you are, I’d rather you shoot me now.”
Y/N didn’t recognising Yoongi until he saw the rest of them. He was a ghost, almost quite literally. You never saw him unless he wanted you to, he never let you know when he was going to attack. He was a sharpshooter; he was the type of man that you would always want to watch your back. Min Yoongi was the one of the most lethal men sitting in the room, and he was joking about Y/N’s boobs.
Before anyone spoke, Y/N noticed how the room suddenly shifted, it got tense and almost dark. Y/N saw how Jungkook sniffed the air, standing from his seat, a deep growl clawing from his chest. Jin, who was once relaxed, shoot up to his feet, pushing Y/N behind him, her eyes peaking over his shoulders as they all seemed to moved into a position, of sorts, around Y/N.
“Why do they always send corpses?” Yoongi, who was the closest to Y/N and Jin, sighed as if he were bored.
The door burst open, a blur rushed through the doors and a voice spoke from behind YN; “Because we’re bottles of fun.”
Y/N hadn’t turned around, but she knew what was behind her, could feel the cold, death of the body behind her. Everything happened so fast, fast enough that everything was sorted out by the time Y/N’s drink smashed on the floor besides her feet.
Y/N could feel it, the life forces in the room, only 5, which meant that 2 of the 7 were just like those who surrounded them. Vampires.
From the claws, the growls Y/N could feel Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook. Their own life force connected to one another, pack, protect the pack. Werewolves.
Taehyung and Hoseok seemed to enjoy it most, they seemed to still be smiling and Y/N could feel why. They were connected to the earth and the stars and the water as much as she was. Fae Folk.
Y/N made eye contact with Jimin then, he seemed to be checking in on her. He and Yoongi barely moved, they didn’t even breath. Y/N had them figure out, so it was time for her to do what she was meant to do.
The glass in her hand dropped and no one could move a muscle. Y/N stepped back a little, enough to turn her body hold her hand out to the vampire behind her who had spoken. A beautiful woman looked into Y/N’s eyes with a smirk, before widening in fear as she saw the sparks fly around Y/N’s hands.
The sparks were purple and ancient and the death of many in that room that night. Y/N found it easy to lock onto who she needed to, her eyes changed as she whispered and incantation under her breath before she moved like the ocean would against the shore. One by one the vampires dropped, meeting a true death as they burned into the floor as if the sun had caressed their flesh. The molten puddles of blood drifted against the floors as did her drink now at her feet.
Taking a calming breath, Y/N centred herself before she looked back up to the room full of men who stared at her wide eyes. Only then did they see it.
The witches mark.
An ancient mark that had been lost over the centuries. The last known witch to ever walk the earth was nearly 300 years ago, the horns that sat atop the witches head now sat, forgotten, a prize to the vampire king. Yet here was Y/N, and her mark was clearer now than ever before.
The blue of her eyes had become clearer, like a storm on the sea. Around her eyes, like every time she used her magic, different blues graced her skin, her scales. Even her ears seems to point a little more like Taehyung and Hoseok they noticed. The water that was a current on her body swayed, sensing to feel if there were anymore coming, if they were in any more danger.
“It would see I have a bit of explaining to do.”
Y/N couldn’t hide anymore. She just sent out a very loud, very public signal to all who magic touched. She knew that everyone in the building, everyone within a 200-mile radius would have felt the shift in the air. She knew they would talk, would question, would find Y/N. She also knew that the men in front of her were the best option at protection.
And from the looks of each man staring at her, she needed to explain quickly.
✦ characters: warlock!yoongi x witch!reader ft. warlock!taehyung
✦ summary: you never wanted to be a part of a coven but sometimes you crave to be a part of one. they seem too structured and formal for your liking, so being a Solitary Witch seemed more appealing. a Solitary Witch is a witch that practices magic alone, without a coven. that and the last coven you were a part of kicked you out due to your refusal to practice the darker magic that they were so drawn to. this meant losing your friends and a boyfriend that you loved you deeply. but after meeting a Solitary Warlock, you found yourself wanting to be a part of something again - maybe a coven or maybe something more.
✦ genre/words: witchcraft. mild violence. death. drama. light flirting. | 5.3k
→ chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 → [mini series in progress]
✦ moodboard made by me ✦
What exactly does it mean to be a witch? You ask yourself that very question everyday. It has a different meaning to everyone. Hence why there’s 10 different types - that you know of. It’s only been a year since you left your coven. To be honest, it’s been very peaceful. The life of a Solitary Witch is sometimes frowned upon. What is a Solitary Witch, one may ask. Essentially, it’s a witch that chooses to practice magic without being a part of a coven - solo magic if you will. Some witches feel that you need a coven for protection and guidance. Your coven was leading you down a dark path, so you chose to leave rather than betray them by joining another coven. They didn’t take that choice very well either.
Leaving your coven meant losing your friends and a boyfriend you loved very much. They were your family for years and then...something shifted. Su-mi, the leader of your coven, started presenting new spells and incantations to practice. Small things here and there like making someone get a flat tire on the way to work, a pipe bursting in a neighbor’s apartment just because they always gave you a dirty look, but then it got bigger. The other witches wanted to get revenge on those that have wronged them - cursing exes, bosses, the barista who got a coffee order wrong. Things were getting out of control and when you spoke up about how wrong it was, they laughed at you. One day in particular pushed you over the edge.
“Tae, I still don’t think this is a good idea,” you said as you nervously watched one of your witch sisters lying on an altar. It was midnight, witches hour, and your coven was going to sacrifice your witch sister, Ara, for a ritual. Candles and torches decorated the sacred ground to illuminate the dark area. Ara looked over at you from the altar with a cute smile.
“Relax Y/N. It’s only temporary. There’s a spell to bring me back. I’ll only be gone for a minute.” You raised your eyebrow at how nonchalant she was being about the situation.
“Ara, that’s necromancy! Once you’re dead, you’re dead. What happens if we bring you back and your soul gets stuck in limbo or something? Or what if you pass because it’s too late?” Your boyfriend, Taehyung, stood in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders; leaning down slightly to meet your worried eyes.
“It’s okay, baby. We know what we’re doing. Don’t you trust us? We wouldn’t let anything happen to her, okay?” His deep voice and kind eyes were so soothing. You felt your doubts slowly fading but something didn’t feel right. Death was not something to play with and this was crossing into a realm of dark magic that made your stomach churn. What happened to innocent little spells to give someone good luck or cure someone who was sick, things that helped the greater good? Now we’re doing spells that require a sacrifice so your coven can heighten their powers to become stronger? Nothing good comes from magic that results in personal gain.
You took a deep breath and nodded your head slowly. Tae smiled at you and cupped your cheeks to press a gentle kiss on your lips. He lightly brushed your hair behind your ear after pulling away.
“That’s my girl. Now, did you bring the knife?” Reluctantly, you pulled the antique athame, ceremonial blade, from your bag. It was your job to find it for your coven’s use and although it was an easy task for you, it was easier than handing it over to your boyfriend. Behind him near the altar stood Su-mi, with a proud smile on her face. A part of you felt that smile was more deviant than anything else. Su-mi extended her hand towards Taehyung to get him to walk towards the altar. Your boyfriend was the strongest warlock in the coven. Naturally, she always chose him to do the dirty work, and you hated it.
Taehyung walked to the altar as you stayed back. Your brothers and sisters gathered to form a circle around the altar. They held hands together and began the incantation. One of your brothers turned around, always the sweet one who would realize that you were still left behind.
“Y/N, join us,” Jimin said kindly. All you could do was look between them and Ara lying on the table as Taehyung stood beside her with the knife in position above his head. Tears formed in your eyes and you shook your head, frozen in place. Slowly, you found yourself backing away. Su-mi scoffed.
“Leave her be. No one can force her. Her loss anyways.” Her words were so cold. She’s been questioning your loyalty to the coven for some time now and maybe she’s given up. There was no way you could be a part of this. Their voices became louder and louder. A breeze began to blow amongst the sacred ground and you could feel a stronger magical presence. Before you knew it, Taehyung’s arms dropped and the athame pierced through Ara’s heart without a single scream, only a small whimper that rang through your ears. The flames from the candles around the circle ignited in a stronger haze as a rush of smoke rose from Ara’s lifeless body and dispersed into the mouths of your coven. The spell worked.
Within seconds, the wind ceased and the candles returned back to their normal state. Everyone collapsed to the ground, which made you panic. Who would perform the revival spell to bring Ara back? Would Ara just rise soon on her own? As fear coursed through your veins, you ran over to make sure everyone was still breathing. They seemed to be unconscious but certainly still alive. When you turned to Taehyung, you shook him lightly, calling his name but he wouldn’t stir. You didn’t know the spell that needed to be performed to bring Ara back but even if you did, could you perform such a dark spell to bring someone back from the dead? Maybe you could take her to the hospital.
Your heart raced as you stood next to the altar to observe her body. The athame was still in her chest; a perfect stab into the heart. Blood stained her white dress, a dress to symbolize her purity. The youngest witch of your coven lies before you with nothing behind her open, lifeless eyes. Your hands shook as you attempted to lift her but you didn’t have the strength to lift her stiff body. Suddenly, you heard a voice.
“Y/N?” You froze at the sound and slowly looked up to find Ara standing on the other side of the altar. Your eyes widened at the sight of her. She looked at you and smiled.
“Did it work?” You looked at her in disbelief and shock. Your lips parted but you couldn’t speak, not knowing what to say or what to do. Ara’s eyes fell to the altar, realizing that her body still remained there. Reality settled in as she discovered that she was merely a spirit form of herself.
“A-Ara...I...I don’t know. I-I don’t know how to bring you back.” Tears streamed from your eyes as you could see worry flood over your sister. It looked as if she was going to cry but she smiled and shook it away.
“It’s okay. They will wake up soon and they will bring me back.” Always such the optimist, always believing in the coven; all the while, you could not. You looked at your brothers and sisters on the ground with no sign that they would wake soon. Your heart sank into your stomach. Ara followed your gaze and her smile slowly disappeared.
“Y/N...I don’t feel well,” she said with a shaky voice. When you looked back up, her form was becoming more and more transparent.
“No, no, no, no. Ara, stay with me,” you said as you rushed to the other side of the altar, “Wake up! Wake up please!” Your voice roared into the night but no one stirred. Ara stood before you with tears streaming down her face.
“Y/N,” she said with pure sadness in her voice. You reached out for her but you couldn’t touch her. Your lips trembled as you watched her fade away.
“I’ll find a way. I’ll bring you back somehow,” you promised desperately. But it was too late. Ara disappeared and the candles around you extinguished. Silence surrounded you and you felt more alone than ever. Your friend was gone and your coven remained unconscious. You knew this would happen and no one listened, not even the man you loved. Is this what they’ve become? Murderers for power? This isn’t what you signed up for. Without giving it a second thought, you found yourself running and never looking back.
It’s been a year since you ran away from your coven. Taehyung tried to see you but you would never open the door or respond to his calls or texts. In fact, you had heard recently that he was now dating Su-mi. That was all she ever wanted - more power and your boyfriend. Now she has both. Mazel tov. There was never any report about Ara’s death or disappearance. No one in town questioned it. It was as if she never existed but you could never forget her. Her death haunted you ever since. In fact, you haven’t used any of your magic since that day; at least nothing spectacular. Just small spells here and there. Anything more didn’t seem right.
Sometimes you still see Ara in your dreams. Whenever you passed by your friends on the street, they would give you dirty looks or simply pretend like you don’t exist. A few times, you’ve tripped over nothing and fell to the ground; knowing that it was their doing. You considered trying to speak to them and explain what happened and why you left but it seemed useless. They would believe anything Su-mi said and you were not her favorite. You were nothing more than a threat that is now gone. Your magical abilities surpassed hers and she couldn’t stand it. She especially couldn’t stand the fact that you did nothing with your powers except help others. She said you could do so much more, become all powerful, but you didn’t care. Now that you’ve chosen a life on your own, you’ve tried to live a normal life. At least until the anniversary of Ara’s death.
It was early May and the days were becoming warmer. Although the days were brighter, they seemed darker as your lost friend’s anniversary was approaching in a week. Living in a small town, it was always enjoyable to take little walks downtown as you always came across a friendly face. Friendly faces always put a smile on yours when you were feeling blue. Today seemed to be the exception. Today, there were fewer friendly faces and more appearances of your past coven. What are the odds?
“Screw this,” you mumbled to yourself as you saw your ex, Taehyung, and Su-mi walking hand-in-hand down the street. It seemed like a glamour spell of sorts. A spell that made you see things because it wasn’t just once that you saw them but it seemed to be about ten times within the same block. You stood in the middle of the sidewalk and closed your eyes for a moment, rubbing your temples to try to shake off the illusion. When you decided to keep walking, you bumped into someone.
“I’d say I’m sorry but your eyes were closed. Seems like it’s your fault, hm?” The voice didn’t sound familiar but it was deep and smooth. You opened your eyes and found a dark haired man before you. He wasn’t much taller than you but he had soft features, despite his eyebrow raised as he looked at you. You didn’t recognize him but you admired his grunge-style clothes.
“S-Sorry. I had a sudden migraine. I didn’t mean to,” you said as sincerely as possible. Witches were a best kept secret in this town, so you couldn’t explain what was really going on. Although you did feel a large amount of energy from him. The man chuckled lightly and presented you with a small smile.
“I’m just teasing. I can tell when someone’s having a bad day. I may have intentionally stepped into your path, so I’m actually at fault. I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Now you were the one raising your eyebrow at him. A bit forward for a strange meet and greet.
“That’s...kind of you, I guess. I’m fine. I just need to get out of here. Clear my head. It was nice to meet you,” you said the words as you stepped around him. He turned around and laughed lightly.
“Did you really meet me though? You didn’t get my name and I didn’t get yours. So, it would be more appropriate to say ‘It was nice bumping into you’.” You stopped and turned around with a look of disbelief on your face. Who the hell is this guy and who does he think he is? It’s hard to tell if he’s being nice or trying to cause trouble. Perhaps it would be best to try to get rid of him a different way. Harmless magic wouldn’t be too terrible. You scoffed with a smirk, folding your arms as you faced him.
“You’re right. My mistake. It was nice bumping into you,” as you spoke, the man’s shoes were becoming untied and re-tied together with the force of your telekinesis abilities without him noticing, “I’m not sure if you’re just visiting, passing through, or a new resident but enjoy your day. Have a wonderful walk.” You smiled sweetly and waited for him to take his step in hopes that he would trip on his shoes. The man looked at you and remaining in place. He put his hands in his front pockets and smirked.
“That’s impressive. Subtle movements and you didn’t even have to look at what you were doing,” the man said without a single stutter. Your heart felt like it dropped into your stomach but you tried not to show emotions. Instead, you tried smiling.
“What are you talking about,” you asked nervously but trying to mask your nerves with steadiness. The man mirrored your crossed arms.
“Do you usually practice magic so freely out in public? Someone could catch you, you know? That’s kind of careless, don’t you think?” And in that moment, your heart stopped and started beating faster. The only witches you knew of in your town were those in your coven. Other than that, there are rumored to be witch hunters around. So, does that make him a witch hunter? Panic coursed through your veins.
“Very funny. I have to go. Sorry again for running into you,” you said in a rush, unsure of what to do in this situation. You turned on your heels to continue walking away.
“Wait,” the man called out to you but it only made you walk faster. You wanted to make sure you lost him, so you turned down an alley to take a shortcut back to your apartment. Your stride was cut short when you turned back to see if you were being followed then suddenly bumped into someone. Again. When you turned, the man from before was standing in front of you. This made you jump back.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” he said with a slight laugh. The laugh made you only worry more and also become a little annoyed. This game wasn’t funny.
“How did you do that? Your shoes were tied together,” you asked to get right to the point. He raised his eyebrow and tilted his head a little to look at you.
“How did my shoes get tied together when they were perfectly tied before I bumped into you,” he asked with a cocky tone with a smirk that made your heart flutter a little. You couldn’t help but to smile.
“Touche,” was all you could say.
“I’m Min Yoongi and I did that the same way you did. Simple telekinesis can go a long way. I was untying them as you tried running off. As for my sudden appearance? That’s called Apporation. Different from Astral Projection because my whole living form can project to other places. Simpler term is Teleportation.” You looked at Yoongi like he had two heads. You’ve only seen people Astral Project, so this was completely new to you. Astral Projection is basically teleporting somewhere but only mentally while your physical body remains in its original place. A projection of yourself, if you will. He suddenly made you feel very insignificant but it wasn’t his fault; just your own insecurities.
“I’m Y/N. Telekinesis is really all I have, so. Not as cool as…” You stalled for a moment as you tried remembering the word.
“Apportation,” he said to help you with an amused smile on his face.
“Yeah, that.” The two of you laughed. You didn’t feel as nervous around him anymore. He seemed like a decent person nor did you sense anything off about him. Even though the weather was warm, you felt goosebumps on your arms, causing you to rub them slightly as you looked away.
“Do you want to go somewhere? You said you wanted to get away and I have the perfect place for that,” he saw the hesitation in your eyes, “I’m not a serial killer. I promise.” His comment made you snort.
“That’s exactly what a serial killer would say but sure. Why the hell not?”
It’s been so long since you’ve been out in the woods. Yes. The woods. Why did you agree to venture out to the woods with Min Yoongi? Because there was something about him that made you trust him with your life. Not only that, but this was the first person that has given you the time of day to this extent since the incident last year. Perhaps it was a coincidence or fate; either way, it’s worth a try, right?
Going to the woods ignites something in you. Perhaps it’s a sense of home or perhaps it’s a chilling feeling of suppressed emotions from a dark past. Leaving your own coven and staying away from a part of you that means so much to you - it’s been too hard; at least alone anyways. Thinking back, you don’t have regrets of leaving them but you do miss that sense of belonging.
The forest was just as beautiful as you remembered. There was a subtle eeriness that was somehow overwhelmed by a calm nature that made it more comfortable to be there rather than fearful. Now that spring has passed and summer has blossomed, the trees and ground that surround you are covered with greenery beyond belief. The tall trees provide shade from the blistering sun. Twigs graze your black jeans but it doesn’t bother you - not one bit.
As Yoongi walks ahead of you, you can’t help but to watch his stride. He didn’t necessarily seem like a loner; more of a wanderer. His porcelain skin in contrast with his dark hair and attire was alluring. He seemed gentle and calm, not threatening or menacing. With your past experience as a witch, you knew better than to follow a stranger into the woods but you felt as if you could trust him. The tall trees around you start to become more and more bare. Just tall stalks of lumber that are so symmetrical in every way that then leads to a clearing. Before you is a clearing of trees that create a large circle with nothing in the center; just dead grass and leaves and rocks. Yoongi slows to a stop. Now you can’t help but to become highly alert. You scoff with slight nervousness and laughter.
“Okay. This is officially the part when you kill me on some ancient burial ground,” you say loud enough for him to hear. He turns around and looks at you. His expression is calm but a part of him looks sad. In his eyes, you see something lingering within them. Your smile slowly faded as you could see that he didn’t think this was a joke. You felt a strong energy from this place - very strong. Something about this place seems all too familiar and not in a pleasant way. You take a look around all the trees and try to channel the energy you feel radiating around you. Suddenly, you feel completely drained; as if you’re going to be sick. Your eyes widen as you feel a cold chill brush over you. How strange to feel such a chill in the dead of summer. Yoongi remains the same, as if waiting patiently.
“W-where...did you bring me? Yoongi, what is this?” Yoongi remains. Panic starts to set in as you’re taking in the situation. Unsure of whether or not you need to take flight or fight. Either way, you find yourself bracing yourself for either.
“This isn’t funny. Tell me what this is right now or I’m out of here.” Your voice is stern but no matter how hard you tried to mask the fear in your voice, it was evident. Yoongi let out a somber sigh as sadness truly washed over him.
“I lost my sister a year ago. People have been telling me that she ran off and moved somewhere to discover herself or to live her own life but I know better. I knew her better than anyone. She would have never abandoned me. Not like this,” as Yoongi spoke, you felt your heart beat harshly inside of your chest.
“I went to look for her. Day and night. I couldn’t rest until I got answers. People in town wouldn’t give me a straight answer. It was always the same as everyone else as if it was rehearsed. I searched everywhere but something told me to try the woods. I didn’t find anything. Even when she was missing after 48 hours, the cops wouldn’t come out here with me to look for her. Then I noticed that here, in this clearing, I could feel something. To other people, this clearing was just filled with trees. No one could see that it was a symmetrical opening. Here in this spot, I felt my sister’s presence. She was here. She lingers here. Trapped. Now why is that Y/N? Why do I feel my sister here? Why is it that we can see the clearing and no one else?”
Yoongi’s words froze you. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. There was nothing but screaming in your head. Unwanted flashbacks from a year ago. It couldn’t be…
“A...c-cloaking spell. Only witches and warlocks can see it. It’s...sacred ground.” Every word that came out of your mouth was so difficult to voice. Now is the time to tread lightly. There’s no knowing what is about to happen or what Yoongi is trying to say. At least...you’re hoping that he’s not about to say what you’re thinking.
“Right. A sacred ground. Witches would use places like this for so many reasons. Rituals, cleanses...sacrifices. There’s a plethora of reasons. Right, Y/N?” His tone changed. The air changed. So cold. Shivering to your core. Sweat beading down your temple.
“Y-yeah… Various reasons,” you take a few deep breaths before speaking, “but why bring me here, Yoongi? Why show me this?” You weren’t sure what to prepare yourself for next but you started channeling energy in case you needed to defend yourself. It wasn’t your fault, no, but does he know that? Does he know what happened to Ara? Is she really his sister?
Yoongi let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head. A look of defeat on his face as he looks down and nervously drags his foot across the dry dirt on the ground.
“I don’t know… I-” He lets out a loud cry that makes you jump a little. He runs his hands down his face and lets out a huff.
“I don’t know, Y/N. I just thought maybe… Bringing you here… You’re the first witch that has actually been nice to me. No one would come out here with me. Everyone has their own coven and they’re so damn possessive of each other. I’m not trying to make my own coven! I just want answers! I thought maybe...nevermind. This was a waste of time. Why would you know anything? You’re a lone witch and...the nicest person I’ve met in this shit town,” he lets out a sigh and takes a step closer to you but you take one back in hesitation. He stops walking when he realizes you’re stepping away from him.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to scare you. If you want to leave, I get it.” Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair. Frustration is so evident on his face. You can’t help but to feel empathetic towards him. In that moment, you let down your guard and take a step forward.
“It’s okay, Yoongi... Do you...want to talk about it?” There’s genuine kindness in your eyes and Yoongi can easily see it. He sighs in relief; as if he’s been dying for someone to ask him this question. He sits down in the grass and crosses his legs to get comfortable. Your instincts tell you to follow suit as you approach him to sit in front of him. Your empathy can feel the dread illuminating around him.
“She was my twin sister. We were inseparable...are,” he scoffs, “I find myself talking about her as if she no longer exists but… I’m still hopeful, you know? She just vanished. I know damn well that the coven she was a part of knows where she is but they always deny it. I told her that she shouldn’t hang out with them but she never listened to me. At least after joining them…”
Guilt flooded your core. There was this bad feeling in the pit of your stomach that he was definitely talking about Ara. She had mentioned having a brother once but she spoke very little of him. It was as if she was trying to protect him. Su-mi was the only one that would bring him up from time to time; trying to get him to join us. She always said that the power of twin siblings was a force to be reckoned with. Your coven would be stronger, she would say.
“They wanted me to join too. Several times. But I don’t know. I’ve always been a bit of a loner, I guess. I only use my magic to help the Earth, you know. A Green Witch. Using my magic for good. As witches and warlocks, we shouldn’t use our magic for anything else besides protection. We’re protectors of the Earth. Not...manipulative, selfish, mischievous little...” Yoongi stopped as he realized he was rambling. His pale cheeks turned bright red. The sight made you smile softly.
“S-sorry… I didn’t mean anything-”
“You shouldn’t apologize for having an opinion, you know,” you interrupt with a warm smile, “You’re one of the few that remember what our true nature is as witches. That’s why I haven’t tried seeking out a coven to join. Most of them are...well, corrupted. Dark. Wanting to cause harm to others or use their magic for personal gain. It’s sad.”
Yoongi listened with the utmost interest in your words. There seemed to be a little twinkle in his eyes. The more time you spent with him, the softer he seemed to become. Something about his presence made you feel warm - given the current circumstance.
“Yeah, exactly. Glad I’m not the only one that feels that way around here. So, I’m curious. Have you ever been a part of a coven? Or have you always been solo?” His question made your cheeks flush.
“In the past, yes. But it wasn’t for me. Dark and corrupted, just like the others. Even left my boyfriend behind because of it. He seemed like one of the good ones but...I guess I was wrong.” Your head shifted downward as you fiddled with your fingers while playing with a leaf that you found on the ground. Yoongi could hear the sadness in your voice.
“That must have been tough. But...for what it’s worth, it seems like it was for the better. Maybe it was fate.” His words made you lift your gaze to his. He was being so kind. This stranger didn’t know you but it seemed as if he did in a way. The thought started buzzing in your head - if someone I cared about was missing and someone knew where they were, I would deserve to know. The urge to cry suddenly flooded over you. You couldn’t find the right words; as if your mouth was filled with cement.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Yoongi shifted as he could see your distress. To avoid crying, you shook your head and sniffled a little.
Suddenly, thunder cracked in the sky. When you looked up, you noticed that dark clouds were moving in very quickly. Strange how there wasn’t any rain forecasted for today. Simultaneously, the both of you stood up from the ground just as the rain came rushing in. To avoid the downpour, you ran to the nearest tree that had enough branches and leaves for coverage but it was too late. You were both soaking wet but couldn’t help laughing it off. Damp hair and clothes clung to your skin but the summer heat made the coolness from the rain more tolerable.
Leaning against the tree, your laughter faded as you looked up at the sky. The clouds were already starting to separate to let the sunshine back through but the rain continued to fall. Yoongi wiped the hair dangling over his eyes, revealing his dark eyebrows and brown eyes. He had such innocent features and yet so mature at the same time. A soft smile appeared on Yoongi’s pouty lips.
“We should hang out again. Only...not under such cryptic circumstances,” he said with a laugh that was infectious. You nodded lightly with a kind smile.
“I’d like that,” you said timidly, realizing just how close you were standing next to each other, “It’s nice to meet someone who actually seems like a decent human being for a change.” Yoongi scoffed.
“I don’t know about decent. Tolerable, maybe.” Yet again, he made you laugh as he did the same. The rain slowed to a stop as the birds began to sing once more. This seemed like a good opportunity to head home. One too many overwhelming things have happened today and you weren’t about to stick around for another phenomena. You wiped your arms of the excessive rain water and fixed your hair.
“Let’s grab coffee or something tomorrow. Meet at the town square say...at noon,” you asked in a kind tone. Yoongi nodded with a light tint to his cheeks; flushed it seems.
“Noon it is.” His response and tone was so smooth and deep. Chills ran up and down your spine. You didn’t intend for it to sound like a date but perhaps it came across that way. Heat filled your cheeks.
“See you tomorrow, Yoongi,” you said with a cute little wave before venturing off into the woods. Your encounter with Yoongi started off strange but somehow, it seems as if your bond will grow stronger. A new friend perhaps. No phone numbers were exchanged but you had a feeling that he would definitely be there. Call it a hunch.
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A/N: HEY, I’M NOT DEAD! I was kinda busy (i guess) and a lil bit sad so i didnt really found strengt to post anything... BUT I’M OKAY NOW SO LETS GET IT! Requests are open (i’m not comfortable with writing smut tho)
three words: tarot, tarot, tarot
the master of reading tarot cards himself
the boys often ask him to read to them (taehyung more than anyone)
he really likes reading tho
the more he reads, the better he gets
has about five cats
it started as only one cat but looks like the lil shit had friends
Jimin love them all tho
even when they lay down in the table during a reading
charges people for some readings
but they mostly go to him just to see his pretty face cause damn the boy is cute
like some people literally don't pay attention to the reading, just enjoy watching Jimin’s lips moving
even tho sometimes he tries to be mysterious and dark
loves going to the park with Jungkook and play with little kids
no particular reason, he just love kids
sometimes sees the ghosts that lives with yoongi and jin
it’s quite rare but they show up when they know some of jimin’s clients
aks favors, send messages… jimin makes sure to deliver the message even tho it’s not always nice
loves reading teen magazines horoscope cause he thinks it’s very funny
didn't thought it was funny when he caught namjoon reading tho
“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.
> Summary: Miya Lee had such a normal life. Taking over the cafe her family owns and runs, going out with friends, gossiping with her coworkers about the cute guy that sits in the window of her cafe, and practising magic that her mother and grandmother and great grandmother passed on before them.
Kim Seokjin was an anomaly. He was born, December 4th 1392, making him, to date, 627 years old. His family was murdered, his fiance murdered, their blood running over the ruins of his past. For 600 years he looked, searched and hunted for the witch that got away. He was trained for this.
Jin hesitated. Her face was the same... she was back to haunt him. Back to love him.
Miya was in trouble... she was at risk of truly falling in love.
> A/N: Hey guys, this is another fic for BTS!! This is for Kim Seokjin!! I have had this idea for a few months now and this is my first time in creating an original character for a fic like this!! So I would really appreciate your feedback on the OC and this story!! ALSO those who wish to be added to an eventual tag list, please leave a comment or an ask or message me!! Thank you so much for your support!!
This is the story of how he died. The only man she had ever loved.
A man who's name bought fear to the shadows. A man cursed with life.
This is the story of how he died. Her love. Her heart. Her Jin.
They found him on the streets, scared, alone, half dead and orphaned. They took him in and gave him a roof over his head, and they trained him. They trained him to be an assassin, to hunt and to kill. They honed his magic and skills until he was their ultimate weapon.
They did not ever think he would turn those skills on them... one by one... when he discovered the truth, when he found out who they really were.
"So full of fire, isn't he?" An aging man, closer to death then he would ever willingly admit, admired the young, strong man's skills. A glint in his eyes didn't go unnoticed, a wicked flared brightened his eyes, something untold in them. "It's going to be glorious to watch it burn him up."
600 years would soon blur altogether, making no sense, even with the seasons changed. As the green bleeds into red, orange and yellow, ultimately becoming old and withered, covered in the cold, Kim Seokjin would always return home. At least, if the council allows it.
What felt like the blink of an eye for him, was 12 years for a mere mortal, and he was finally home. As time changed, he was the only constant, forever remaining as he was, the man who never aged, the man who never died... the man who's heart was to beat once again.
Turning his jacket up against the harsh winds, Jin walked the familiar streets, his hands tucked safely from the cold in his pockets. The old streets almost gave him comfort, he had watch them being built, even helped with some of them if he wasn't called away on a job. They we're as much apart of him as anything he had built.
He would never be lost, not here. Not ever.
Jin easily picked up the trail, the trail that only magic could leave behind. The specks of impurity leading him as the sun still peaked over the buildings. He knew what to follow, he knew the signs, he was trained for this.
Seeing where it had lead him, Jin pulled his collar down, exposing his face. His eyes scanned, never missing anything as he moved towards the small cafe in front of him, where the trail ended... or maybe began. Bypassing the entrance of the small cafe, glancing into the windows, flashing a smile to the workers who watched him.
Before long, Jin was at the backdoor, well the entrance. 2 rather large bodyguards guarded the door almost bored. One stood, arms folded across his chest, tattoos covering his arm and what Jin could see of his neck. The smell radiating off of him told Jin he was young, if not for his eyes. A young wolf, no doubt his first day, Jin wouldn't have put it past it being his first job ever.
The other was a lot more relaxed, even opting to lean against the graffited wall. His eyes were sharp, half closed, but sharp. Anyone on the end of his glare would most likely burst spontaneously. His hair was the most eye catching to Jin, a vibrant green, not unlike anything he had seen in his many years. It didn't seem to go with the entire black he wore, or the dangerous glint to his eyes. A vampire... the only vampire who wasn't afraid to tell Jin to "Fuck off."
"Did you get lost or soemthing old man?" An unintered deep voice scoffed.
"Or something." Jin smirked, lazily shrugging his shoulders.
"You here to cause trouble then?" He asked, finally looking up from his feet, eyes meeting Jin's.
"Min Yoongi... when have I ever caused trouble?" Jin rocked slightly on his feet, hands in his jean pockets.
The unamused vampire, Yoongi, cracked a smile; "You really want me to answer that?"
"I guess not." Jin laughed, the sound echoing off the enclosed streets. "Who's the kid?"
"Jungkook." Yoongi's eyes pointed to the wolf, who stood silently and confused. "Jeon family."
"Ahh..." Jin nodded looking at Jungkook. "I knew your grandfather kid." Jin offered his hand, which Jungkook hesitantly took. "He still owes me a pig."
Jungkook's eyes widen in realisation. The dawning of who exactly this man was finally hitting him. He was Kim Seokjin, Famous Immortal Witch Hunter.
"Hyungnim." Jungkook bowed.
"Oh god please, none of that." Jin put his hands in front of him, stopping the young wolf.
"He's just one of us, kid." Yoongi pushed lightly on Jungkook's arm, causing him to stand again, his eyes lowered.
"I would like to get in though. If that's not too much trouble." Jin pointed to the rather large door, invible to those who didn't know it was there.
"Are you going to cause any trouble?" Yoongi finally stood to his full height, even if he was shorter then both Jin and Jungkook, he was still intimidating. "I just need to know if we should leave now?"
"Nah I'm here for business." Jin smiled easily. "Only to ask a few questions."
"I'm going to regret this." Yoongi moved Jungkook out of the way of the door, opening it and allowing Jin access.
"Have a little faith, Yoongi." Jin moved into the door.
"I do have faith..." Yoongi called after Jin as he moved into the dark room. "I have faith you'll cause trouble."
Yoongi could hear the dying ends of Jin's laugh as he moved further into the dark space. He hadn't seen his Jin-hyung in 12 years, there could only be one reason he was back. Min Yoongi hoped to every god that it wasn't the reason, but he never had that kind of luck before.
The almost pitch black corridor Jin walked soon lit up, small witch lights surrounded him, guiding him. The music soon followed, obvious protection spells placed around the building to keep the music in, and it was getting louder now.
The music followed the chatter, and as Jin finally made it to the open floor, pushing the beads covering the entrance, he could see tonight was a busy night. All manners and natures of people... creatures moved around the place. All looking for a good night. All looking to be someone else for the night.
Opening his jacket, Jin relaxed into the mix of people, moving towards the bar. Women, more specifically, the Fae threw smiles, soft caresses of their hands, legs, bodies onto Jin as he walked passed. Jin flashing his own smile as he made his way through the mass of bodies.
He was here on business... he could play when his job was over. It was the only thought that got him to the bar, slipping his body into a small open space. One look behind him and he could see a few people had recongised him, causing Jin to duck his head, trying to not draw attention to himself.
"Hyungnim..." Jin heard a familiar voice in front of him, looking up from under his lashes, an even more familiar smile caught his attention. "It's good to see you again Hyungnim."
"It's good to see you too, Taehyungie." Jin smiled, lifting his head slightly to make eye contact. "You're working the bar now?"
If anyone didn't know, they would have thought Jin looked almost concerned. In fact... Jin was concerned. Anyone willing to put Kim Taehyung behind a bar had a strong stomach... and maybe an unbreakable bank account.
"Yep." Taehyung nodded enthusiastically, pride shining in his eyes. "They put me behind the bar since Jungkookie got here. Said he looked more intimidating or something."
"The kid?" Jin pointed his thumb over his shoulder, back towards where he had just walked in.
"Yeah the kid." Taehyung smiled fondly. "And he does. Look more intimidating then me."
"But you're a lot more dangerous aren't you?" Jin smiled, almost proud at his friend.
"It's part of my charm." Taehyung's eyes wander over Jin's shoulder, sending a wink to, undoubably, a blushing woman.
"You get more tips here don't you? That's why you like it." Jin laughed, shaking his head at Taehyung as he focused back on him.
"Of course I do!" Taehyung smiled wider. "But I seem to be competing with the happiest pup alive," Taehyung pointed to another wolf behind the bar, who's smile radiated sunshine, hearing Taehyung mentioned him and throwing a smile towards them both. "And a man who's lucky to have magic on his side." Taehyung pointed to the other end of the bar where a tall witch stood, his dimpled smile looked a little embarrassed as a vampire woman slide her number across the bar towards him.
"You're pretty lucky then aren't you?" Jin chuckled as he looked back towards the simpled witch who almost tripped over his own foot, catching himself quickly. "Being a fae prince and all."
"Well... the royal part gets me bigger tips." Taehyung laughed. "I need to survive as much as anyone else."
Jin couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as Taehyung handed him a drink. Already knowing what he needed, perks of Taehyung's bloodline.
"I'll see you around Hyungnim. I've got to get back to work." Taehyung gave an extravant bow before moving to the next one.
Jin shook his head sipping his cold drink, a vibrant purple drink that seemed to smoke. Something new... or old. Either way it wouldn't have an effect on him, nothing ever would again.
"He enhanced it." A deeper voice moved in front of him.
"What?" Jin looked back towards the bar, one of his oldest friends eyed his drink.
"You're drink. He enhanced it." Namjoon gestured his head towards Taehyung who flirted with a group of pixies.
"He's still trying to see if he can get me drunk?" Jin asked, noticing the strong smell radiating off the drink now.
"Aren't we all?" Namjoon smiled wide. "So you're back?"
"Mmh." Jin hummed, taking another sip.
"For?" He pressed.
"I tracked them back here. I have a few questions for some people." Jin shrugged, noticing Namjoon's eyes widening.
"You need any help?" He asked, leaning over the bar towards Jin as their voices became hushed, downed out by the noise around them. "I have a few sniffer dogs if you need them?"
Jin laughed as Namjoon gestured to Hoseok who made his way towards them both. No doubt he would be the best to sniff a scent out if he needed. But there was no point, Jin had already found them.
"Nah, I don't need your sniffer dog this time." Jin spoke a little loud for Hoseok to hear.
"And here I was, about to offer my services." Hoseok pouted, jutting his bottom lip out. "Why don't you need my help this time?"
"I already found her." Jin finished off his drink.
"Her?" Namjoon asked surprised. "It's a her this time?"
"Yeah... I found the bloodline, everyone is dead, except her." Jin looked at his friends, seeing their minds already working. "No one had found her because she changed her name. But I recognised the magic...."
Namjoon and Hoseok shared a look, noticing Jin hesitate. That was the thing that worried them, almost scared them. Kim Seokjin never hesitates.
"What else?"
Hoseok finally asked as the music around them stopped, the lights going out except one single spotlight on a loan spot on the stage behind them. Jin turned around on his chair, Namjoon and Hosoek still listened, even as the crowds of people moved to get a good seat, to be able to see the stage, to witness the show.
"Only I would recognise the name."
Both Namjoon and Hoseok knew that was the end of the conversation, even if they wanted to press the issue. But they both know, if he needed help, if he needed their help, he would always ask. And they would never turn him down.
An excited hush had fallen over the room, wide eyes stare at the only light in the room, like months to a flame. The only thing that could be heard is the heart beat. The heartbeat played through the room, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom.
Then it started, over the heartbeat, rain started to fall, a crack of lightening, a snap of thunder. The room lit up with the flashes of light, as the rain fell, never quiet masking the beartbeat.
Out of the darkness came a shadowy figure, the rain quickly soaking them. The once oversized shirt that covered their small frame now stuck to their skin, hair stuck to their face, a strip of material covered their eyes. They walked, more stumbled out of the darkness and landed in the middle of the light.
She was in control. The stage was hers. And yet you would have thought she was in a panic as she struggled, reaching out, looking for something, something to hold onto. Her hands shooks, her lips trembled, the rain didn't stop.
A particularly harsh snap of thunder caught the audience by surprise, casing even Jin to jump a little as the music finally began. As the first few seconds of the beat started, the girl hit the stage, causing droplets of water to fly around her.
Then a very confident presence walked out behind her, even without seeing his face, anyone in the room could feel the smirk as he stalked his prey. Everyone could see he was not about to lose. Not now. Not ever.
"Do you understand what's going on?" Hoseok whispered to Jin from behind him.
"Huh? Jin's eyes wavered for a fraction of a second from the girl who was now wrapped in the arms of the man.
The two bodies rolled once, twice around the stage before she was op top of him. Jin could see the power struggle, in this moment it seemed like she was in control. But from the mans arms supporting her, maybe he was wrong.
"He's caught her. Even without her realising. Hence the blindfold." Hosoek's never left the stage, a small smile gracing his lips.
"Caught her?" Jin asked, watching the pair seperate, the girl falling back onto the stage alone, wet and confused, still trying to reach out for something, anything, to hold onto.
"Watch as he stalks her." Hoseok offered to Jin, who's eyes moved to the man who walked behind her, watching her. "He's the spider. And he just caught his prey."
The man slid on his knee, causing water to hit the girl, who tried to move back, but the man caught her wrist. Pulling her easily flush against him, his hands slowly moving the blindfold off her a little to see her eyes. Helping the girl to stand, the man stood behind her, first lovingly and thenhis hands push the blindfold back over her eyes, pushing her to the ground and walking away from her.
This time the girl reached up and towards the roof, where something had been lowered. Her trembling hands as she gripped it, tangling her hands in it before it lifted her off the ground. The audience's took a collective breath as she now hung in the air by her right hand, the man below her.
"She's in his web now. He caught her." Hoseok continued as they watched the girl finally move into the silks. "His movements are the same as hers..." Both the man and woman moved, one suspended in the air, the other on the ground, on the water. "He's waiting for her to tire before he strikes. Making sure she doesn't fight back. Almost making her trust him."
Jin watched as the woman climbed the silks, rolling and weaving her body in and out, always blindfolded. Then she pushed her blindfold off, as she spun upside down, her piercing eyes could finally be seen. They roamed the area, Jin felt like his heart speed up, his breathing stopped, his palm instantly getting sweaty.
"She can see now. Where she is and what she's doing." Hoseok and Jin watched as she climbed to the top of the silks. "She's accepting her fate. The spider is waiting..." They looked back to the man who waited now, open arms for his prey. "All that's left to do is fall."
At that moment, Jin watched as the women unravelled herself from the silks, going faster and faster, nearer to her ultimate death. At the ends of the silks the woman's hand reached the man.
And that was it. The end. She chose her fate, she allowed the spider to have her. The man triumph, holding his trophy with pride.
"She's now his." Hoseok finished as the stage went dark, the rain came to a slow stop and one last rumble of thunder, lightening filling the room before the two disappeared from the stage. "So... what did you think Hyung?"
"I can't say I'm much of a dancer myself..." Jin smiled as he turned back to face Hoseok. "But it was captivating."
"Their my favourite dancers to ever set foot in 'Moon'. Some of the best chemistry I've seen around here since I started working here." Hoseok proudly looked to the stage.
"You did that?" Jin motioned his head over his shoulder.
"Mmh." Hoseok hummed, his smile never faltering. "Noona needed a new choerogher, I volunteered."
"Noona?" Jin raised his eyebrows surprised. "What happened to Mister Lee?"
"No one told you?" Hoseok looked confused, his eyes getting sad when he realized Jin didn't know. "Mister Lee died 3 years ago. His granddaughter took over."
Jin was used to death, being a creature who constantly misses death, he saw a lot of it. Although he may be hundrends of years older, Jin had such respect for a man like Mister Lee, who lived his life to help every, including Kim Seokjin.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Jin bowed his head a little. "Mister Lee was a great man. I remember watching him grow up."
"It was a huge blow to the witch community." Hoseok remembered what his friends were like, espeically Noona when her grandfather died. "If it wasn't for his granddaughter, this place would never have kept open."
"I don't think I ever meet this granddaughter of Mister Lee. Is she here tonight?" Jin asked.
"As a matter of fact-"
Hoseok cut himself off. The air around them too tense, too quiet after such a performance. Looking up, Hoseok saw why, everyone in the room had gone silent, staring at the entrance.
A group, of at least 6, all stood, in customary hunter gear and weaponary. No one moved, even less they tried not to breathe, to not drawn attention to themselves. To not cause trouble.
"Jin-Hyung..." Hoseok whispered. "I think it's time for you to leave."
Jin looked over his shoulder, easily recognising the 6. They were known to the hunters as his "Handlers", making sure he's in the right place at the right time. They were probably here to collect him, Jin having give them the slip eariler to make his way to 'Moon'.
"So you found me?" Jin asked loudly, to no one in particular.
"Sir..." An aged voice spoke up.
"I was kinda enjoying this game of cat and mouse." Jin laughed loudly, looking up to where Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung had all gathered in front of him, scared.
"It's time to go, Sir." The aged man tried again, moving towards the bar.
"I'm just a man enjoying a drink." Jin gestured to the bar. "I'd ask you to join me, but..." Jin laughed again. "Well I don't like you."
Jin's laugh was the only thing heard in the room besides the almost deafening click of heels. Even Jin could hear them, espcially with his advanced hearing, but he hadn't turned around yet.
"Sir I think it's really time to go." The voice was almost panicked, causing Jin to spin around, the man too close now.
"I really don't think it's in your best interest to be
threatening me right now, kid." Jin never raised his voice, nor moved from his seat, and yet he was the most threatening in this situation.
"Sir..."
But it was too late. Like an angel in the the depths of hell, she moved out of the shadows and into the light.
Jin's world stopped.
Quickly, he stood from his seat, knocking it over. He couldn't believe his eyes. There she was. Back from the dead.
"Jia?" Jin whispered, and yet it carried to the other end of the room.
"Sir..."
But Jin wasn't listening anymore. Here she was. His Jia. Back from the dead. Standing there, looking back at him with the same eyes.
Jin made to step away from the other hunters, towards her, but they wouldn't let him. Quickly reaching out, the closest hunter caught Jin's wrist. Without missing a beat, Jin shook him off, but they kept coming and coming.
Soon enough Jin was fighting for his way to her, but one minute she was there, and like so many years before, she was gone.
