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scattered stars | jjk (m)

Summary: “And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.“

It’s easy to despise Jungkook when your contradicting magic doesn’t allow you to touch each other without fatal consequences - but what if your eternal enemy turns out to be your soulmate with whom you, unfortunately, do fall in love?

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: enemies to lovers, soulmate!au, fantasy!au; fluff, a ton of angst, smut

warnings: characters fainting, near major character death, light swearing, some fighting, characters crying, explicit sexual content, oral (f. & m. receiving), bit of a handjob, fingering, temperature play, soft sex, rough sex (yes, both), unprotected sex (there’s magic, don’t do it irl, guys), breast play, marking/biting, ass grabbing, y/n and jk feel a lot of pain but choose to ignore it cuz loveee; uh i think that’s it?

word count: 17.9k (SORRY)

a/n: welcome back! this fic was created for the “spring will come again”-event hosted by @bangtanarmynet (prompts at the end of the post) and is also my submission for this month’s theme ‘bloom’ for @thebtswritersclub​! again, a big thank you to @dee-ehn for this beautiful banner and to my betas @missgeniality , @venusiangguk & @voiceswithoutlips!! you made this story what it is right now! and now, enjoy!!

uploaded to AO3, too (for those who prefer pdfs or mobile readings!)

listen to: out of love (alessia cara) | in the fall (hwa sa) | talking to the moon (bruno mars) | already gone (sleeping at last) | medicine (jc stewart) - recommended by @moonsetlover​ 

➳ read the sequel scattered stars: collision here! (both can be read as stand-alone fics!)

MASTERLIST | WIPs | MOODBOARD

Your flower hadn’t bloomed yet.

Despite having turned 21 quite a while ago, the lightly faded imprint of your tattoo - or birthmark? - hadn’t moved a bit. Every once in a while you’d give it a peek, seeing that all the blossoms, leaves, and colours were still the same, and it did nothing to ease your tension.

Your mother would always complain about this as if it was your, and your fault only. Remind you on a daily basis how Eva had already found her companion, the love of her life, and settled with him, an engagement ring decorating her pretty hand.

“Yeah, yeah. Eva and her perfect life,” you whispered to yourself, a hand drumming against your little side bag while your eyes scanned your surroundings.

Honestly, you weren’t in the mood for the hunting trip tonight at all - you’d rather wanted to stay at home, play a game with your sister while listening to your parents’ past stories that never ended, a new memory adding to an old one each time they began to talk. But as the daughter of the most important person of your little village, this trip was nothing you were able or allowed to miss.

Having the reputation of the most powerful, young sorceress of your big family always seemed intriguing to others. Little did they know how much of a toll it took on you, the responsibility on your shoulders constantly dragging you down as if it weighed tons.

You’d once told your father that you didn’t intend to take over his place - he was free to assign this to your eldest cousin or whoever. But being the responsible adult who adhered to all rules, he had declined your offer and insisted on making you take over his place as the head magician of the village.

And now, here you were, trotting through the soil to find the spirits that had haunted several civilians in the last few months. While evil entities torturing people’s sleep only happened once in half a decade, you felt exhausted already, all nervousness from last night having vanished as you tried to detect the last soul that was still hiding from you.

Your father had long returned home after he’d been injured a few hours ago - the pain wasn’t too bad, but it was enough to have his guardians drag him away to not risk further damage. So, now, you were alone, having volunteered to stay back like the idiot that you were - you didn’t even know enough about hunting.

You’d trained your magic skills for years, yes, anything water and ice-related burned into your mind, but facing an actual spirit was beyond anything you’d ever practised. And when you finally heard the sound of steps on leaves, you stopped in your tracks, eyes and ears sharpening.

The air around you grew colder, your breath visible in front of your face, and you lifted your hands as you readied yourself for a spell.

“Come on,” you whispered, knees bent slightly, waiting for something to happen.

And when it did, you were caught completely off guard - you flew against the nearest tree, back hitting the trunk so harshly that you felt your head spin.

Your hand automatically raised again, extracting the moisture from the ground to form a shield in front of you that you froze into ice. You knew it wasn’t the most effective method to defend yourself against a supernatural creature, but the idea of being vulnerable was even more daunting.

You could still hear the footsteps and the ruffling of the leaves, but it was impossible to say where the sounds came from. And if you didn’t concentrate now, you could end up as one of these nasty spirits.

Taking a deep breath, you emptied your mind, the thought of a tracking spell forming in your brain as you inspected the energy of your surroundings, trying to detect where the creature was lingering around. Your arm started to tingle, the urge to scratch strong - but you tried hard not to let your attention shift to the little games this devil was playing, scrambling for the spell instead.

And you were almost there - there was just a little more left to kill this spirit once and for all; but instead, you noticed louder and faster footsteps, breaking your focus as you felt the whole of your gathered energy falter.

Annoyed and slightly intimidated, you looked into the direction of the runner, only to see that it was a face you hadn’t seen in years - one that you’d avoided at all cost.

You couldn’t count on two hands how many times you both had fought over nothing, standing and yelling at a safe distance as you pointed accusing fingers at him for everything, be it a broken toy, accidental magic slips, or a squished flower.

But that was ages ago; that was when you’d still accompany your father to monthly visits to the other village when he and the leader of the other place would discuss details about your borders and what belonged to whom. This didn’t happen anymore, though. By now, the rules had been cleared, and in that sense, you hadn’t seen this particular boy grow up either.

He halted right in front of you, his eyes apparently seeing something that you couldn’t when he shot an invisible heatwave into one direction skillfully while you stood there in a useless manner, staring at his now long hair and broad shoulders.

And then, everything calmed down.

“This one was mine, Jungkook!” you yelled as you ran a half-circle around him, glaring at him.

But, fuck, the moment he looked at you, you were mesmerised. Jungkook had changed indeed - he looked so much more mature now, the curls put back in a bun and his muscles peeking through the tight shirt that he wore underneath his open jacket.

He stared at you without a care, shrugging before he answered, “You obviously needed help.”

You rolled your eyes. He’d been one of the reasons you’d been reluctant to even come hunting - you’d known for sure that he’d be here with his people, and just when you’d thought you wouldn’t see him anymore, he’d now suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And it irritated you.

Because Jungkook was someone who didn’t need to work around a lot of words to rile you up. He emanated so much arrogance and narcissism that you wanted to smash his aura with your feet and hope that his face came in between.

Unfortunately, you weren’t allowed to touch him. In any way.

And as you readied yourself to remark something, you suddenly felt your whole weight get pushed to the side and onto the ground, landing harshly on the floor only a few feet away from Jungkook.

The light around you vanished and darkness took its place, only leaving you with enough illumination to see as much as you needed to operate.

Seemed like the spirit wasn’t gone after all; because just now, it had trapped you in place.

That’s what spirits did to people: they’d lure them into their territory, a spot they were the strongest at - then, they’d cage them somewhere safe and make their prisoners either go insane until they could feed off their fear, or wait for them to starve to consume the soul that their bodies didn’t need anymore.

In most cases, people didn’t possess magical abilities - as for you, it was just as terrifying. But you weren’t as defenseless as others - you had a chance to survive. You just had to figure out how. At least the spirit had been friendly enough to grant you some time now - because the moment the walls around you had closed, you felt your magic slip, the barrier draining you for the time being.

“What went wrong?” you immediately questioned, glaring at Jungkook as you stood, clearing your clothes from the dirt.

“Don’t know,” he answered, inspecting the invisible cage with a float of his hands, “that was another spirit. Seems like there was one that we didn’t expect - this spell doesn’t have the same energy as the spirit I just killed.”

Jungkook could do that - detect energies this easily. His power derived from fire, the most furious of the elements, and seeing as his energy could be formed into heat, it was easier for him to hunt. These things came naturally to him, were his comfort zone since he’d been born.

That was also the reason why you’d found it so hard to find the presence of the spirit earlier - you with your water powers were more skilled in other areas; yet another reason why you hated hunting in the forest so much but loved to save a harmless turtle from its predator.

“What now?” you asked him, watching him sit down on a flat, knee-high stone.

“We have to wait until our magic comes back. And then think of something.” His tone was so calm, like he didn’t care about all of these at all - either this or he wanted to appear like this in front of his enemy, too stubborn to show that he might be scared, too.

Either way, you couldn’t deny that he was absolutely right. There was nothing more you could do but wait.

Another hard thump against the wall had you groaning in anger when you realised that it wouldn’t budge. Although you already knew, the final realisation hit you - you were definitely stuck with him here between the shadows of the big oak trees, and maybe it wouldn’t have been half as bad if you didn’t feel his glare boring holes into your back.

“What?” you snapped, looking at him as you shifted your weight to one leg.

He shrugged, his fingertips brushing the blossoms of the blue flower he had picked while you’d almost broken your wrist trying to break out from here. His gaze was blank, no feelings behind his dark eyes as he waited for you to calm down.

You sighed when you realized that anger would get you nowhere - you had to take a deep breath and work on a solution, so you could go home. In that sense, you headed to the nearest stone to sit down, surprised when you suddenly heard Jungkook clear his throat before he remarked, “I wouldn’t. It looks as if some animal… emptied itself there.”

Stopping in your tracks, you looked down to the pile of excrements on the surface of the stone, grimacing as you changed the direction. “Didn’t think you’d care about what happens to my clothes... or me.”

“I don’t. I just find it funny that you haven’t changed at all. You still don’t register what happens around you,” he stated with a slight lilt in his voice, provoking you further.

“Jungkook, you haven’t seen me in years. Don’t act like you know me.”

He rolled his eyes, brushing through his long hair. Looking at him like this, you had to admit that he looked incredibly handsome. Growing up, he’d gained some muscular weight, his facial features had become sharper and his height had shot up in no time. There was still no doubt that you hated him; but above all, you were mature enough to admit to yourself that you despised a man who was undoubtedly beautiful.

“Whatever,” came his reply, his eyes on yours pulling you out of your thoughts, “I have an idea.”

One of your eyebrows shot up and you leaned forward to put your elbows on your legs, hands cupping your face as you listened. Jungkook looked at you with a tilt of his head - when had you become so pretty?

“Uh. How well trained are your telepathic skills?” he asked, and you knew immediately what he was hinting at.

“I think I might be able to reach Dad, but since we’re stuck between magical walls, it will cost me a lot of energy to do so,” you admitted while already searching your brain for the right type of power that was needed for this.

Jungkook rubbed his neck in thought, trying to come up with something that could, would, work. “I can lend you some of my energy. I can’t do telepathy, but I know your family can.”

He was right. Despite channeling your magic from your element, telepathy was something that was practically your family’s core prowess. You’d always had it, just like Jungkook’s family had always had the ability to see for miles, a clear vision that helped when they needed to fight their enemies. You reckoned this was also the reason he’d known where you’d been when he’d helped you before.

Jungkook’s fire magic was extremely powerful - so it only made sense to let him aid you if you wanted to get out of here. You nodded after hesitating for a while, standing up and walking towards him.

“Do you know how that works?” he asked you, leaving his seat and raising his hands, palms facing the sky.

You nodded again, placing your hands right over his, careful not to touch him, but to hover near enough to feel the energy. Immediately, you registered another sting inside you, a pain searing in your hands and spreading across your arms, accompanied by the same weird tingle you’d felt when the spirit had attacked you.

“God. Hurts,” you simply said, looking at him and noticing that he, too, had contorted his face into a grimace. “Okay.”

You had to hurry up.

Closing your eyes, you sought out the spell to reach your father, mumbling the words in your head along with his name repeatedly until you felt the magic grow in you.

The darkness behind your eyelids got replaced by images of the forest, your house, your father’s eyes until it stopped right before you arrived. That was the moment you needed Jungkook. Instantly, you concentrated on your hands instead of your pain, feeling the warmth seep into you as if he was a fireplace, burning so hot that it almost overwhelmed you.

Not only touching him was fatal - apparently it was dangerous to borrow his magic, too.

“Okay,” you whispered, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes as the discomfort became more intense with each word, your mind already starting to fog while you tried to hold on. “Okay.”

Sighing deeply, you let his heat flow through you, calling for your father, squeezing your eyes shut harder and concentrating until -

You knew you were connected with him when you heard your name in his voice, and you hurried to tell him what was happening, where you thought you were, sending your energy, so he could track it. With a promise to be there as fast as he could, the connection dropped at the same time that you did, and Jungkook was quick to pull his hands away before he could touch you.

On your knees and hands, you panted, feeling endlessly dizzy, yet proud of yourself for achieving this feat. You hadn’t obtained all of your magic back yet, and maybe you both had tried this too early, but you were glad that you had. Truth be told, you couldn't have done it without his help. Speaking of whom-

“Are you alright?” he asked, actual worry coating his deep voice as he kneeled.

“I will be. Just mind… hazy,” you managed, carefully standing up to approach your stone again, holding onto the edges of it to get yourself together. You looked at his questioning expression, clearly asking you what you’d said and gotten as an answer.

Your breathing calming down, you nodded softly before you mumbled, “Soon.”

Soon.

It felt like half an eternity since you’d contacted your father, and when you started shivering, goosebumps forming around your bare clavicles, time seemed to pass even slower. With the cold of the night approaching, you weren’t sure how long you’d be able to sit here without snapping yet again.

But trying not to shift Jungkook’s attention to you, you sat up straight, a nonchalant expression taking over your face as you put on the tough act again. Despite your efforts, however, your trembling was unmistakable, and a brief glance at you made Jungkook leave out a quiet chuckle.

He stood up, pulling his leather jacket off his shoulders and draping it over you unexpectedly. Your eyes widened in surprise the same time your arm started itching, and a quick look at Jungkook’s exposed arms had you nearly faint on the spot before you could ask him about his friendly act.

Not only was he as muscular as you’d expected, the biceps flexing each time he brought his hands to his hair; the beautiful flower mark that all your people knew had also captured your attention right away.

It explained in the split of a millisecond why you’d felt this burning sensation on your skin the whole night, the urge to scratch as strong as it would be with a rash. And as you stared at his glowing blue flower, extended to not only his wrist but to his upper arm, too, you were stunned, captured in a feeling that was something between awe and fear.

“You - Jungkook…” you whispered, shocked when you realized that he was hearing, but ignoring you. He knew.

In an instant, you lifted your sleeve just a little, seeing the sprouts and blossoms of your own plant spreading across your wrist as they glowed in the same cyan as Jungkook’s and your throat tightened, your heart unsure if it should allow you to cry or not.

“This is… a misunderstanding, right?” you inquired, your breath shaking.

Soulmates were usually bound to come and stay together, forced to entrust their life to each other. In a world like yours, falling in love voluntarily was seldom an option, given the fact that destiny decided your fate the moment you were born. While choosing someone who didn’t hold this title was easy, it mostly turned out to be a disaster over the course of time, making it practically impossible to stay happy with a non-soulmate.

But your oldest magic settling on someone from another village, especially someone you so long ago decided to loathe forever, was rare. You remembered the last similar case, and you knew that something like this had the potential to end in nothing less than a tremendous fight between your families, despite you both having no say in when your flowers bloomed.

No.

This wasn’t real.

“I wish,” Jungkook answered, shaking his head, “I wish it was a misunderstanding. But my skin has been tingling the whole time. So… yeah.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, if you knew?!” you inquired, standing up so abruptly that his jacket fell off of one of your shoulders.

You were furious, confused, but in contrast to you, he didn’t seem to be affected at all, only sitting on his stone and fumbling with his fingers while his naked arms rested on his thighs. “What for? It’s not like we’ll listen… and I figured, you might have noticed. Does your arm not hurt?”

A look at your now covered skin and you sighed, nodding before you said, “Well... tickles. Burns just a little, too.”

Jungkook didn’t answer, but focused on a butterfly instead, leaving you both in silence as you tried to comprehend what that meant for you. “How do we- what do we do? How can this be possible, if there’s nothing but hate between us?”

He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, chuckling lightly as he declared, “I don’t even hate you.”

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief before you scoffed, “I find that hard to believe.”

“Well, that’s not my problem, Y/N.”

“Listen, this-” you started, but were quickly interrupted by a loud thud behind you, having you flinch so hard that Jungkook’s jacket flew off completely now.

He didn’t hesitate to move forward, picking it up and putting it on you again before he approached the direction the sound had come from, voices suddenly echoing through the forest. You turned around to see that your father had finally arrived with some of his men, and you ran towards the faces you knew so quickly, as if you feared that the walls would close again.

Your father put an arm around you, his eyes squinting when his hand touched the jacket, gaze shifting to Jungkook before he sighed. Now was not the moment to interrogate about what had happened in their absence or what the jacket signified, so he let it go, focusing on bringing you home safe and sound instead.

Despite the cold of the night, you knew that it was right to give Jungkook his piece of clothing back - but when you turned around, he was already walking away, not sparing you a glance as his tattoo became fainter with every step he took. You stared at his confident steps and his hands in his pockets only for a few seconds before you turned around again, only one thought coursing your mind.

When had he stopped being completely terrible?

The weather still had a bite of cold, but warming sunrays tried their best to neutralize the effect. The forest was someplace you'd frequent often, either to get a break from life or stop yourself from melding into your bed out of indolence. Today being the latter, you'd decided to fight against the lazy urge and use your legs for your own sake.

The fact that you wore Jungkook’s jacket at all times, eyes searching for him, was a complete coincidence, of course. You didn’t want to keep it anymore, didn’t want to stare at it day in, day out. It just reminded you of the blooming of your orchids, the glow still haunting you when you slept, memories crashing back and confusing you. You really questioned destiny’s ways a lot these days.

And as expected, it took you several days to finally find him. It was one of the spots you occasionally escaped to, somewhere between your lands, but it was the first time you ever saw him here. On any other day, you would’ve turned around and gone away, eager to avoid him as much as possible - but today, you needed to talk to him.

“Your jacket,” you greeted, pulling the leather over your shoulders and throwing it in front of him. “Thank you for that.”

His eyes wandered from you to the jacket and back a few times until he finally laughed, shaking his head. “Good day to you, too.”

“We need to talk.”

“Then talk,” he said. His answers came fast, smooth and you prepared yourself for the following conversation as your hands tightened to fists.

Shifting from one leg to another, you said, “This soulmate thing. What do we do about it?”

Jungkook pressed his lips together, looking down as he picked some grass from the ground. “What do you want me to say? All I can think of is… you either stay away completely or marry me.”

Marry me.

He wasn’t being serious. Of course not - that stupid grin on his face didn’t indicate that he was, in any way, meaning what he was saying.

“Honestly, Jungkook.”

“I’m serious,” he told you, standing up to stand in front of you; coming just a little closer, you felt an ache in your lungs, “I can’t tell you what to do. I didn’t choose this.”

The burning inside you wasn’t new - you’d felt it several times when you’d met him as a child. It was something your parents had warned you of, something that every sorcerer and sorceress of your and Jungkook’s village knew about - but you had to endure it due to business between the families.

It was the biggest side effect of the decades old curse that your ancestors had bestowed upon you after a furious battle, ensuring that you’d never meet for long enough without feeling torment that could grow to the point that it destroyed you.

Fire and ice - your magic was contradicting in itself already. The distance between you that the generations had established was only the last and ultimate proof that you were never meant to be together in any shape or form.

You coughed a little, clearing your throat as you nodded. “Well, anyway. I wanted to give you your jacket back. Thank you for that and… for helping me that day.”

“You’re welcome. Have to help those who find themselves in trouble.”

You huffed at his words, folding your arms as you told him, “I could’ve done this myself, too, you know?”

“Oh yeah, sure. Definitely looked like you could,” he said, laying down on the grass as he put one arm behind his head and the other on his chest. “No harm in admitting that I saved you.”

“Please. I could defeat you if you challenged me right now.”

“Oh yeah? Almost seems like you want me to say it.”

“Say it,” you ordered straight away, causing him to open his eyes and shoot up within seconds.

“Defeat me then,” he said, almost whispering, but before you could do anything at all, you felt your hand burn up, having you yell out in pain.

You shook it with a hiss, the urge to slap him strong. “Starting without a warning is foul play! Especially if you boil my fucking blood.”

He shrugged, stepping a few feet away with an arrogant smile on his handsome face.

“A spirit won’t warn you, Y/N,” he clarified, hands coming up to form another spell - but while you watched him do that in slow motion, your arm shot up, summoning a sharp, long ice spear in your hands that you threw at him like a real weapon.

Jungkook escaped your attack easily, smoothly taking a step to the right before he shot forwards, his finger moving in a circle as another one in the same form appeared around you, trapping you between hip high flames. He readied himself for another strike, but you had long demolished his fire and prepared your next attack.

A few feet away, you spotted a shallow pit of mud, still wet from yesterday’s rain - enough for you to form it into a ball that you unexpectedly tossed into his face from the side without him seeing as he was busy thinking about more blood tricks.

“Are you fucking serious?” he yelled, hands coming up to remove the cold material from his face.

You laughed as you declared, “I can do unfair, too, mister.”

Blinded by the dirt and the pain it caused in his eyes, he stumbled backwards, and it gave you the perfect chance to use his own filthy tactics on him. Without hesitating for even a second, you used the liquid quality of blood to attack, focusing on his body with all the energy you could muster. 

And when you finally felt your control over him, you tossed him backwards, his limbs moving weirdly but the feeling being painless nevertheless. In comparison to heating up your blood earlier, your spell was harmless. All it did in this second, was throw him onto his back and pin him to the ground.

“Did you expect to go down this fast, Jeon?” you asked, hovering above him as you shot some warm water onto his face, helping him to clean up the mess.

You thought he might curse at you, but what you certainly didn’t expect was for him to start laughing as he opened his eyes slowly again. “That’s how you thank me for helping you and lending you my jacket?”

“This wasn’t about favours. You challenged me,” you teased with a raised eyebrow, almost offering him your hand when you realised that you shouldn’t.

“Whatever. I let you win,” he insisted, and for the umpteenth time today, you rolled your eyes. You weren’t even entirely annoyed, though. Something about this situation, about him, amused you more than anything had in the last months.

And when you turned back to continue your day alone, he watched you walk away; looked at the way your hips moved as you trotted through the world so confidently; admired your hair that flowed down your back as if it was liquid.

You didn’t know that he didn’t hate you, that he never had, no matter how often you made clear that you detested every fiber in him. In a way, he had always looked up to you - the strong, stubborn heir of your village who’d one day face him on the same level when he took his father’s place.

He knew he was supposed to dislike you, but no matter how much you’d used to fight as children, there was nothing in you he could hate.

“Bring some gloves next time!” he called out from behind you, and you halted, shifting your weight onto one leg as you smiled.

Next time.

“Why?” you asked, turning around to see him grinning at you as if you were actual friends.

“Figured I’ll need to fight for my honour. Can’t have you walk away with a win. So, what do you say? Shall we do that again?”

You licked the corner of your mouth, blinking once before you answered, “We just might.”

Since you’d first defeated Jungkook in your little fight, your meetings had become more frequent than you’d ever imagined they would. You would go out once a week to meet him at the clearing, your encounters now more similar to training than an opportunity to win against the other.

And with time, you noticed that you weren’t always the stronger one of you two - there were several days when he’d force you to your knees, laughing at your pouts and whines. With that, your weekly visits increased to meeting him twice a week, then every two days until it became a habit to see him nearly every day.

Sunrises couldn’t come soon enough, your disputes and arguments couldn’t wait and the afternoon was always something you dreaded, always something you didn’t want to arrive as it meant an ultimate departure from your place.

As you laid on the meadow one day, already used to each other’s presence, the itching of your arms and burning in your lungs, you tried not to fall asleep. You knew he dozed off fast, often exhausted from your fooling around with magic, and to keep you both awake, you muttered, “I don’t want to become a leader.”

“Hm?” he hummed from the side, his breathing already too calm to be completely with you.

“I don’t-” you started, opening your eyes and turning to your side, your head leaning on your hand, “don’t want to do what my father does. It looks stressful. Annoying. Super busy. I want to be able to read books and play with my sister… and not be responsible for a whole community. I’m too lazy for danger.”

He laughed wholeheartedly, opening his eyes as he turned his head to you, his beautiful hair falling around his face. “You’re too lazy for danger? That’s not an excuse, sweetheart.”

Your heart started racing at the nickname he’d given you days ago, suddenly addressing you with it anytime he got the chance to.

“You didn’t hear all the other reasons? Also, don’t call me that.”

“Call you what, sweetheart?” he teased before he bit his lips; seeing you roll your eyes was so attractive to him, and annoying the hell out of you, only to see this little movement, delighted him anew each time.

“I’m serious,” you deadpanned, face as earnest as could get.

He sighed as he closed his eyes again, a tired expression taking over his profile. “If you don’t want that, tell him.”

“Well, I did. He doesn’t care.”

“Hey, I don’t know how much that helps, but even if you get forced to do it, I don’t think you’d make a bad leader at all. And I also doubt that you’re lazy.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, surprised that he actually thought this highly about you. “You think?”

“Yeah, of course,” he answered, nodding, “you come here every day and train as if there’s no tomorrow. That’s not lazy. And you’re hella strong and good at what you do. Don’t worry about things that won’t happen anytime soon, Y/N.”

Due to your hands being gloved, you were able to reach out to him, palm settling on his shoulder before you inquired, “You really believe in me like that?”

“Mhm,” he answered, still not looking at you, but registering your touch as he tried to calm down his heart, “I really do.”

It was so strange - not one person had told you anything like this before; not even your father had as much faith in you as he should have, telling you often enough that you still had to learn until you could take his place.

You wondered how Jungkook knew so firmly that you were good enough. It might have been because of your sessions at this clearing; but then again, he had also seen you struggle against the spirits, and the rest of the years not seen you fail in various other situations.

Questioning what it was about you, you looked at him in awe, admiring how only his words managed to make you feel better, stronger. He seemed to know you so well in such a short time.

But when you saw the delphiniums glow on his bare wrist, sleeves rolled up, you shifted your attention to the blossoms that were almost as beautiful as him - and you stopped wondering.

“I haven’t trained in quite a while, because all you want to do is talk. Does that not get boring? And for all I know, you might lead me somewhere dangerous,” you told him, standing against a tree trunk with folded arms. He looked at you patiently - in fact, he was always tolerant and composed with you, something you truly didn’t understand with how bratty you behaved at times.

"And talking is bad because...?" he asked, ignoring your last remark and raising one of his eyebrows as he waited for you to finally move.

You shrugged as you said, "It's not, but I'm not used to so much of it."

"That's total nonsense. We talk all the time. You never shut up, sweetheart."

You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes as your arms loosened, dangling at your sides. "I hate you."

“Come on. You don’t hate me. You’re just thinking that, because you’ve made it a character trait,” he teased, his mouth forming into a smug grin before he came closer and grabbed your covered hand.

You pouted, eyes squinting, but as you let him drag you closer to the big stone wall in front of you, eyes fixed on his long locks, you knew deep in your bones that he was right - whatever it was in you, had stopped giving in to your hostility, warm feelings spreading in your chest again. It might not have been what soulmates usually felt after losing themselves in each other, but it was in no way or shape distaste anymore.

“I found this a few years ago. My brother and I used to come here on bad days and nights,” Jungkook explained, carefully stepping over a wet patch of floor and offering his palm to you again. You smiled, placing your hand on his before he went a step further and intertwined both your fingers. “Be careful here, don’t slip.”

The air got chillier with each step, fewer and fewer trees in sight as the puddles reflected the night sky. Despite knowing the forest and your village like the back of your hand, you couldn’t remember ever stumbling over this part of land. It was dark here and your eyes darted around to check your surroundings for evil spirits. Fortunately, your radar stayed unalarmed, allowing you to focus on the man in front of you instead.

“Where are we, Jungkook?” you half whispered.

“Not telling,” he answered briefly, looking back at you, “you’ll see very soon.”

And he kept his promise indeed: stepping into the dark, wet cave, you followed his steps, your hand on the cold stone guiding you safely. From afar you could hear water splashing, a hollow sound that echoed through the cave, putting your mind at ease before you finally saw light beaming to the ground. You stared at Jungkook’s back confusedly, convincing yourself that you could impossibly be outside again.

But when you walked into the ray of moonlight, you saw where the illumination was coming from. Apparently, you had reached the mouth of the cave, and you were fairly high, able to overlook the valley that was part of your land. Your breath hitched as you came to a halt, your chest heating up so intensely that you felt tears sting in your eyes.

This had to be the most astonishing view you’d ever seen in your entire life - the lake you knew so well, had swum in several times, laid in front of you, stretching for miles as the clear water flowed peacefully. In it, you could see the glow of the moon and the glitter of the stars, the reflection causing your heart to swell. Surrounded by the forest, the sight looked picturesque and you blinked a few times to convince yourself that what you were seeing was actually real.

Somewhere in the near distance, you spotted a doe, and as you stared at it, it almost looked like it had noticed you, shying away into the woods before you could even shoot it a smile. From where you were standing, you saw fireflies floating in the air, mesmerising and hypnotising, and had Jungkook not pulled you back, you might just have reached out to them, tripping over the edge and falling into the depths that lay underneath you.

“Careful there,” he said, taking a seat on the cold stone as his legs dangled over the border and pulling you down with him before you gave him a breathtaking smile.

“This is incredibly beautiful, Jungkook,” you told him, your eyes still glistening before you took a deep breath. Despite living in a place that you had gotten used to, nature had never ceased to amaze you, always lighting a spark inside you that evolved into euphoria. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking me here. I’m not sure why you did, but I really appreciate it,” you answered, squeezing his hand before you let go, arms folding as you felt a light sting inside you again. Being near him hurt physically, and although your skin wasn’t touching, you could clearly feel your energy seep out of you the longer you wandered around with him.

He felt it, too, but the fear in him didn’t permit him to say it out loud, too scared that you’d run away if he admitted his pain to you. Instead, he nodded, laughing quietly as he declared, “I remember you being totally baffled every time you’d go swimming in the summer. You’d play with the otters and sometimes just stare into the distance and admire the beauty of the forest.”

You were speechless when you looked at him, eyes widening at his words as you realised that he knew so much about you that you’d already forgotten. He was right, though - you too remembered seeing the little boy on the other side of the bay, playing in the cold water with his friends and his brother. There were times when you’d come too close and back away in panic, yelling at each other for not being careful enough.

And as your eyes focused on one spot of the flowing lake, you laughed at the memory, biting your lip when you noticed how much had changed since then. You would’ve never in your life imagined that you’d ever sit right beside him, gazing into the night sky with the crescent moon smiling at you.

You stared at it for so long that you thought the light would burn itself into your eyelids; but despite this, you felt calm and at peace like you hadn’t in a very long time. With discussions about you being the ultimate heir, there hadn’t been many moments to yourself. You couldn’t even remember when you’d genuinely and wholeheartedly laughed about something that’d inspired and stunned you - not until Jungkook had re-entered your life.

“This is so amazing,” you whispered, lost in the glimmering sky.

You’d once learned that stars were scattered. Apparently, they weren’t as close as you’d thought half your life; in reality, they were eternities away from each other, yet seeming so close for the human eye. It reminded you of Jungkook and yourself: just like the heavenly bodies, you both appeared to be in ultimate proximity, as if you could easily reach out and touch each other, while you couldn’t be farther away, more scattered than anyone could see.

You didn’t detect Jungkook eyeing you with indecipherable affection, admiring the way your curls framed your face so beautifully. He adored the twinkle in your eyes, how your soft lips turned upwards to a smile, the faint light of the moon shining onto your profile - and he was awestruck. From where he sat, you looked like the fairy his mother had described when reading bedtime stories to him years ago: ethereal, breathtaking, and absolutely enchanting.

And when he breathed a, “You’re right”, he honestly couldn’t say if he was still talking about the sight or the woman right next to him.

It wasn’t until then that you shifted your attention to him, finally noticing his expression, his naturally fond eyes darkened, and the molten onyxes looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“What is it?” you inquired, slightly flustered by his intense gaze.

Jungkook sighed, breathing out the excitement that resided in his chest. There was this one thought that had been floating in his mind for days, a string of words endlessly repeating itself over and over again. And now, sick of keeping it to himself, he gathered his strength and courage as he admitted, “I want to kiss you.”

And your heart dropped.

It dropped so hard that you swore you could physically feel it, and the knot in your throat tightened as you looked at him in a haze. You didn’t know why your head was suddenly fogged and why the sight of him had you longing for his lips, for his embrace.

Feeling the itching burn in your arm, you looked down, the blue flowers yet again moving, blooming until they reached the back of your hands, spreading rapidly. Every movement coincided with a sting that slowed down their delicate expansion in your eyes.

You were gone.

Whatever had happened in the last weeks, he had ultimately, inexplicably, surprisingly captured you. And him saying out loud what his heart desired, left no doubt in you as you painfully admitted to yourself that you, in fact, were on the same page as him.

“You- you want what?” you finally stuttered, gulping hard when you saw him move closer. The torment in your lungs intensified. Yet, before he could do or say anything, you continued, “We can’t. Shouldn’t.”

“I won’t, Y/N,” he promised, fully aware of the aftermath.

And as it turned out, he did not kiss you. Instead, he raised his clothed hand and brought it to your cheek, his fingers touching the nape of your neck while his thumb brushed your cheekbones softly.

He didn’t do much. He only smiled at you fondly, the mole under his lips distracting you for a second until you leaned into his palm, eyes closing.

You were so astounding, so endearing. It took everything in him to not lean forward and press his lips against yours. And the fact that he couldn’t even properly touch you, along with the contradicting knowledge that you were meant to be together, tore at his heart.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he suddenly said and you opened your eyes to see that his passionate expression had turned melancholic.

You furrowed your eyebrows before you asked him gently, “For what?”

“I’m sorry that it’s me.”

You came home late.

For some reason, you’d expected your family to be asleep, and you were accordingly surprised when you found all of them still awake, sitting at the dining table as they glared at you. While your mother seemed rather calm, the anger in your father’s eyes was obvious, his jaw clenched as he looked at you.

“Where were you?” he demanded to know, having you feel insecure immediately.

“I- uh, I went out for a walk.” You took off your jacket, throwing it onto a nearby chair before you headed to the room you shared with your sister; but his voice made you stop mid-walk as you turned to face him.

“I know you were running around with that Jeon boy. Apparently not realising how dangerous that is,” he lectured in a firm and strict tone, and your gaze wandered from him to your mother as you pleaded for help silently, hoping she’d say anything at all.

But when she didn’t, you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes gently. “Yeah, so what? It’s not like we touched each other. You just hate the people of his village, because you made it part of your personality.”

Jungkook’s words still echoed in your head, and you found this the perfect time to quote them rephrased to your father. But that just infuriated him more. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! You, as the future leader, should be fully aware of what consequences your actions will cause. You should know that getting too close to him could kill you. What don’t you understand?!”

Fury boiling hot in you, your hands formed fists, and you yelled out in full confidence, “What I don’t understand is that you could easily marry someone from the other village, but can’t even allow me to look at my own fucking soulmate without raising hell!”

And with that, you stormed out of the room, enjoying the silence you had left behind. No matter how harsh you’d been, no matter how much you’d regret it later on, you were satisfied at the moment, having shut him up effectively.

It wasn’t until you laid under your blanket, staring out the window that you realised that his words held a certain truth. Being with Jungkook was dangerous. Having him near you hurt. You simply couldn’t stay with him without causing a chain of reactions that your magic had cursed you with.

But as you slowly drifted away, you couldn’t help but think of the clear night sky, the stars, the moon, and everything underneath them. And with that, a picture of Jungkook flashed into your mind, his fingertips caressing your cheek and his gentle and affectionate smile sending shivers down your spine as you admitted to yourself that yes - you wanted him.

You were drained this evening.

After your mother had bragged about Eva’s life again, urging you to be more productive, you’d already felt exhausted. And when your father had decided to one-up her and showed you off at a big family dinner, because, “Look, she’s going to be the next big sorceress of our village!”, you could ultimately declare that all of your energy had vanished into thin air, and you felt emotionally and physically tired.

But even through your exhaustion, you were happy to finally be able to see Jungkook again, understanding and ultimately confessing to yourself that it was always him who’d listen to you; who’d know what to say in the worst moments.

And today, Jungkook was waiting at your clearing near the border of your village again, sitting in a field of begonia flowers as he rubbed the blossoms of one between his fingertips, just as he had the night you’d been trapped by the spirit. Just as he had done when you were little.

Wrapped in his usual jacket, he added the gloves to his layers of clothes when he saw you walk towards him, breaking out in a grin. In some way, looking at the both of you was almost cringeworthy, given the fact that you were wearing way too much for today’s warm weather. Anyone would’ve broken out in a sweat at the sight of you, but unfortunately, there was a risk between you two that you were too scared to take.

“Hi, beautiful,” he greeted and you raised an eyebrow at the new nickname.

“Stand up, come on,” you ordered, stretching out your hand that he took gladly. Not that he needed your help - had he not stood up by using his own strength, he would’ve very likely pulled you down to him. “I’ve something planned.”

He laughed sweetly, his head tilting before he asked, “Oh, have you, now?”

“Yes, sir. Pond,” was all you said as you pulled him with you, heading into the direction of a small waterfall not very far away from here. The idea you had was probably idiotic, but you figured that nothing would happen as long as you stayed careful.

“Pond,” Jungkook repeated, shaking his head when he understood what you were referring to. “You mean-? What do you want to do there?”

You rolled your eyes at him, shushing him with a finger against your lips. “Let me surprise you for once, can you?” you scolded, smiling at him. “Oh, by the way,” you licked your lips before you continued, trying to stop your restlessness from leaking out, “this might be random, but I talked to my cousin Seokjin. His family is skilled in lifting curses and healing, so I asked him if he would be able to remove that… painful thing between us.”

You said this casually, as if it wasn’t the biggest news he’d received this whole week. He tried to speak, stuttering and stumbling over his own words until he finally met your curious gaze, noticing how you were waiting for an answer. “...And?”

“He said he might be able to. But it would be extremely difficult. I asked him a few days ago, so he might have started looking for a way already to fulfill his favourite person’s request,” you told him, laughing at your confidence, “anyway, I thought you should know. And don’t worry, he’s super skilled.”

“I- thank you?” A few moments, he stayed silent, but then he lifted his head again before he asked, “So, there’s a chance for us to actually touch without feeling like our lungs are filled with poison?”

“Might be. I hope so.”

And with that, you turned around, ending the topic while he stared at you in a mixture of sadness and excitement. He didn’t know how he could feel both, but the new information made him long for you even more while simultaneously making him anxious. Trying to get rid of his thoughts, he sighed deeply, focusing on the path you’d taken instead.

Pressing his lips together, he had a faint idea of what you were intending to do right now. And when you finally reached the little spot, the pretty, clean spring, you let his hand go, immediately starting to undress before his eyes.

Throwing your jacket, jeans, and shirt onto the ground, you enjoyed his eyes on you, his lips unable to stutter even a single word as he watched you intently, breathing becoming laboured.

“Y/N-”

“I know what you’re thinking,” you interrupted, now only in your shorts and undershirt, “but we can be careful. Come on, Jungkook.”

You dipped your feet into the water, shivering as you added, “So cold! Anyway. Listen. It’s so warm today - we don’t get that a lot, you know? This might be the only day pleasant enough for us to do this for a while.”

Jungkook shook his head again, looking at your figure as if you were crazy. In some way, you were - crazy to think that he would not lose his mind at the sight of your curves, your smooth skin, and bare limbs. In reality, there was nothing more that he wanted than to grab you by your waist, wrap you in his embrace, stare into the depths of your eyes before kissing you tenderly without ever backing away. 

But he couldn’t.

What he could do, however, was make you happy, ensure that your smile stayed right where it was. Soon, he slipped out of his pants, too, throwing his own clothes next to yours as he joined you. And when you turned around to face him, wet hands running over your hair, your heartbeat increased tenfold, eyeing the man who was now waddling towards you, his toned and muscular, bare torso eliminating any coherent thought you could’ve had.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a smug grin, and you shook your head to regain power over yourself before you sank into the water until your chin touched the surface, hair floating behind you.

“Shut up,” you demanded with a laugh, one so beautiful that he couldn’t do anything else but join.

And when you rose, splashing water onto him, his hand came up to cover his face as he turned around with a hiss.

God. His arms, his shoulder blades, the way his waist was built so slim and heavenly; he truly took your breath away, more than being underwater ever could have.

“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N,” he teased with a lilt, his eyes meeting yours as sparkles of the sun glistened on his wet chest.

“Or what?”

“Do it again and you’ll find out.”

Intriguing.

“What? It’s not like you can push my head underwater!” you scoffed, clearly meaning it as a joke, and yet, immediately detecting Jungkook’s little flinch. His expression softened quickly enough, and he laughed, his biceps flexing before he came closer; about an arm’s length away from your skin touching his.

And while he distracted you with an intense stare, eyes darting from yours to your lips, you suddenly felt the water around you heat up, almost boiling as you jumped backwards, swimming into a direction where you’d stop feeling like you were being cooked alive.

You screeched in playful fear, a swish of your hand regulating the temperature of the liquid and destroying the effect of the spell that Jungkook had clearly cast without you noticing.

“Using magic isn’t fair!” you screamed at him, sending a ball of water with a flick of your fingers in his face, wetting his features and hair until he was finally fully drenched, much to your pleasure.

“Says you!” he laughed back, his hand raising as he used a force to softly push you backwards until you stood directly under the waterfall, the sudden attack of the liquid burning in your eyes. “I told you not to provoke me!”

Right. He had warned you indeed. But you weren’t going to suffer alone.

Using your version of his spell, you pulled him towards you, the last of your energy seeping out of you; but his grimace as he flew into your direction making you laugh out loud was absolutely worth it. Distracted by the sound of your voice, he felt his focus falter, and he knew it was too late to defend himself anymore. Within two seconds, he was showering under the cascade, just like you.

And suddenly, you felt the familiar burn in your lungs again, having you choke for only one second without him noticing. You backed away behind the waterfall, your back hitting the cold stone as he rubbed his eyes.

Opening them, he realised how far away you had gotten, coming closer as worry crept upon his face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I am,” you lied, apparently more affected by the proximity between you than he was. You wondered why. Maybe it was due to the fact that his ancestors had been the original leaders. Or maybe, because he was clearly more immune to danger and evil than you were. And no matter how much you tried to hide it, he noticed and knew. He saw it in the way you pressed your fist against your chest, your face contorted only slightly but just enough to indicate pain.

His face was half lit by the sunlight, half hidden in the shadows. You could still see how beautiful he was, and focusing on only that, you felt the increasing torture fade away just a little as you watched him float even closer, ignoring everything your body was telling you except the tingling in your fingertips, the craving you felt to touch him.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly, and you almost didn’t hear him through the sound of the water splashing.

You nodded, leaning against the stone when you noticed that he was close - way too close. And you wanted to tell him to back away, your brain begging you to speak up - but you couldn’t. Whenever he was here, something in you just… couldn’t.

And when he was near enough, he pressed his palms against the walls, trapping you between his arms as he looked at you in pain, sadness, affection, and hunger, everything all at once.

“Me too,” he finally whispered, leaning in so much that you felt your heart burst in your chest.

And being the utter and lovesick fool you were, you gave in to your deepest desires, not caring what would happen to you as you arched your back from the wall, fingers burying in his curls when your lips interlocked with his impulsively. You felt sparks immediately - but not the good type that you experienced inside you whenever you spent time with him.

No, it was the painful kind, the one that had you gasping for air right after you’d begun - and yet, you didn’t find the strength within you to let go.

Jungkook felt like an idiot, too. You both knew what that meant; but still, he was unable to back away, the softness of your lips locking him into such a strange headspace that all his abilities to think straight had suddenly vanished, logic only seeming like a distant construct that didn’t hold any meaning to him anymore.

“Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, eyes tender as his hands came down to grab your hips and push you back again. His mouth pressed a chaste kiss against yours before it wandered down your jaw and to your neck, his tongue delicately licking your warm skin as you crumbled under his touch. That’s how his skin really felt - that’s what laid underneath all your layers. Overwhelmed with feelings, words failed him, and all he could chant was your name over and over again. “Y/N…”

Soon, he captured your lips again, kissing you so fervently that it felt like he was cherishing a moment he’d never experience again. And you were faltering, utterly caged inside your mind that was full of his face, his name, his lips, him, him, him.

You were about to tell him - god, you needed to tell him what he did to you. But before your mouth allowed you to speak, your lungs started burning like a searing hot fire, having you push him away suddenly as you gasped for air hard.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Oh god, what’s-” you heard him say as you felt your consciousness slip, the ache in your chest so heavy, spreading not only into your shoulders and stomach but to your head, too.

Your skull felt like it was splitting; paired with the early day happenings, your power was gone.

Largely unaffected and still filled with energy, Jungkook tried to reach out to you, only to realise that no, he couldn’t. This was the whole reason this was happening at all, because he fucking should’ve held back, refused, done anything else that didn’t result in him potentially losing you.

His throat tightened, tears threatening to spill when he saw you struggle and his hand intuitively stretched, the gathered energy targeting his gloves and jacket that came flying to him. His clothes flew through the waterfall, landing on the water with a splash and he wasted no time putting them on as you started sinking to your knees.

And just as you were about to fall sideways into the spring, close to going under, he pulled you up by your waist, lifting you to carry you out. He knew that being this close to you wasn’t the most helpful thing he could do right now, but there was no way he would leave you there, watching you hit the ground until someone came along to notice that you were drowning.

His warm touch burned on your freezing skin, your body getting colder as time passed although your insides felt like they were turning to ash. You felt him lean down to grab your clothes, draping the jacket over you and catching a glimpse of your contorted face before he began to run.

In his arms, clenching his jacket with both hands, he saw you whimper, your face now dry again except for the tears that flowed with no end in sight. Jungkook’s heart shattered at the view, a strong urge to press you closer to him - but instead, he loosened his grip around you, trying to leave as much distance between you as he could before he focused on warming your frigid skin through his gloves as much as possible.

“Y/N, please,” he begged, unsure how this would help improve the situation. His steps became faster with each second as he ran through the forest, focused on keeping you with him and growing frustrated when he saw you slipping away more and more.

And when he saw drops land on his jacket sleeve, he noticed that at some point, he had started crying, too. You tried to open your eyes at his words; but looking at him was hard, focusing on anything else even harder - the blurred world rushed by so fast that your eyelids fluttered shut again, trying to hold onto what he was saying to calm yourself.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, barely a cracked whisper - but he heard you.

“Y/N! Baby, please, stay with me. It’s okay, I’m here,” he sobbed, hearing your voice breaking him further. He watched both your flowers grow, extending into your neck gradually and he almost scoffed at the irony of the moment. Signifying that you both belonged to each other so intrinsically seemed like mockery in a moment that clearly demanded you to stay apart. “Almost there, please.”

He pleaded again and again; what for, you didn’t know. Probably telling you to stay alive. And by god, you were trying - you honestly were. You thought him talking to you could keep you awake, present, aware of his touch on you; but you could only ignore the pain for so long.

“Sorry... I…” you started, but when the ache overwhelmed your whole body, your words got stuck in your throat, the tears flowing down your temple as you eventually, slowly, started to drift off.

“No, no, no, please, we’re almost there!” was the last thing you heard, angry words becoming faint as darkness overtook you at last.

You had been unconscious quite an impressive number of times in your life. Each time had been the same, an identical nothing swallowing you whole for minutes or hours. Sometimes, someone would shake you awake; on other days, you’d wake up in Seokjin’s house, taken care of by your cousin as he mended your injuries. Fainting was always the same.

Dreaming, however, was new.

You somehow knew you’d taken it too far, were well aware of the fact that you’d been carried away, on the verge of death and in excruciating pain. You knew you weren’t in the water anymore, pressed against him, lips on his as you risked both your lives in the process.

So, lying here, you moved your body, your thoughts forcing the dream to fade, the picture of Jungkook and his firm body, the warm gaze, and deep voice becoming faint and distant. If you stayed in this place any longer, a new affliction would find its way to you, screaming at you what would happen if you just let things advance between you two further.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, a call so quiet that he wouldn’t have heard, even if he’d been here.

Instead, your wiggling and recurring whimper alarmed someone else, his head shooting into your direction as he watched you try to sit up. With two steps, he was at your side, putting a hand on your forehead before he declared, “Okay. Temperature normal. Let me help you.”

You opened your eyes, a blurred image of Seokjin greeting you as he put his palm on your back to aid you while his other thumb wiped your damp cheeks.

“How do you feel?” he wanted to know, handing you a glass of water from his night table.

You nodded gratefully, gulping it down in one go before you answered, “My head feels… heavy. But I’m alive.”

“That you are, my tough darling.” He smiled at you, ruffling your hair the way he’d always used to. 

You looked around, searching for the most important piece - but it was clearly missing. You wondered when he’d left, what he’d said, and how your parents had reacted; if they had reacted at all. Maybe he hadn’t told them, bringing you straight to Seokjin.

“How long was I gone for?” you asked, chest heaving heavily as you added, “Was he here?”

He hesitated for a split moment before he started to chew on his lip nervously, nodding slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, of course, he brought you here. But you weren’t getting better, so I told him to leave.”

“And how long was I unconscious?” you questioned again, impatience creeping up your throat as your heartbeat accelerated.

“Not too long. You woke up half an hour after he left. And he was here… for an hour, I guess? You did recover very fast.”

“With your help, I bet,” you muttered, taking his hand in yours.

He rubbed his calloused thumb against your smooth skin, eyeing your obviously heartbroken expression carefully. You could see that he was struggling to say something, unsure how to formulate what was troubling him inside. “What is it?”

His head shooting up, he licked his lips as he said, “I, uh - I tried something.”

“You did?” you asked with furrowed eyebrows, still contemplating why he was being so fearful of telling you whatever he held closed inside him.

“I tried to… lift the curse. The one that’s keeping you apart. I-I tried to use the same spells and all that Mom did back when your parents got married, but I’m not sure whether it worked or not. I looked for it for days, though,” he explained, your eyes widening with each word he uttered.

Your eyes filled with tears yet again as hope sparked in you. Lately, you didn’t even know anymore if you were sad or happy. But now, you were stuck between loving the possibility of being able to touch Jungkook, and somewhere else; somewhere where you were so scared that everything would end in sorrow again. What if nothing had changed?

“Where is he? Is he okay?” you continued your questions, a single tear escaping your eye as you waited for his answer. Given the shape you’d been and still were in, you wouldn’t have taken it as a surprise if Jungkook was hurting, too.

Yet, you felt your body relax when your cousin nodded. “He’s okay physically, but… he couldn’t stop crying. Almost didn’t leave until he realised that it might protect you to do so.”

You remembered his cries when he’d brought you here, the memory of his pleas of staying with him shattering everything inside you anew. All you wanted was to have him here, being able to touch him, tell him what you felt and that you didn’t know how you’d go another day without him by your side.

But he wasn’t here.

As if reading your thoughts, Seokjin squeezed your hand, reassuring, “He’ll be fine, Y/N. He’ll be back - from what I’ve perceived, he really seems to love you.”

Love.

No, not that word. Loving Jungkook and being loved by Jungkook meant pain - at least if Seokjin’s spell hadn’t worked. You were scared, so terrified of feeling this for him, of knowing that he might feel it, too. But before you could say anything more, the man in front of you stood up abruptly, expression suddenly awake as if he had remembered something.

“Oh, before I forget,” he said, walking to his desk to grab a neatly folded piece of paper, “he wrote that for you. I didn’t read it, of course, but he wanted you to have it.”

Eagerly, you took the letter from him, opening it in such haste that you almost ripped the paper. You smoothened the crinkles you had caused before reading the first words in his messy handwriting.

My sweetheart,

I’m sorry for not being with you when you wake up. And there’s so much I want to say to you, but I’m very bad with words when it matters. I will still try - there are few things that I won’t be able to tell you in person, simply because I… can’t.

And the first thing I need you to know is that I’m sorry. So, so sorry, for not being by your side as I should be, as it’s destined. For not protecting you better. For not backing away, thinking about the consequences.

But today was the most obvious proof that I shouldn’t be near you in the first place. Whatever the universe had planned for us seems nonsensical, doesn’t it? What was our magic thinking when it put us together like this? Damning us to this distance, unable to reach out to anything we could have? I wish someone or something would just deliver the answers to me easily, like the way I light my fireplace - just like that.

Seokjin told me you’d recover. We talked and we both thought that it might be best to keep myself away from you as long as our touch is lethal to each other. The way you crumbled in my arms today, Y/N, your cries, your pain - I can’t take that; I can’t cause it again.

It’s so unfair, though. You’re right here and I can’t do anything about it. You’re blinding me - I see you and my mind blanks entirely. You don’t notice the effect you have on me, and you certainly don’t know how much it hurts to think about not touching you, not staying with you.

I really tried not to feel all these things, but not admitting it all is worse than just saying out loud that I’ve fallen in love with you. I can’t help but want you. And I’m so sorry about that. So fucking sorry... but we have to stop being fools for each other.

Someday, all of this might work.

Until then - take care, my darling. I’ll be back for you.

Jungkook

By the time you stopped reading, your face was drenched in tears, your sobs echoing off the walls as Seokjin rubbed your back, trying to calm you down somehow. But you’d pressed the paper against your face, body trembling as you cried, head shaking desperately.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You’ll be-”

“No,” you interrupted, breaths unsteady as you tried to calm yourself. You wiped away the tears again, sure that your eyes were probably swollen by now. “Half an hour, you said? He can’t be far. Maybe at home?”

You nearly expected him to stop you - to grab your arm and hold you back, lecture you about some magical stuff that you’d heard several dozen times before. Instead, he stayed calm, eyes only following you as you slipped in your boots and jacket, combing your hair with your fingers. Grabbing the letter, you headed to the door, only halting when your hand had already enclosed the knob.

You sniffed as you turned around, your gaze meeting his before you told him with a smile, “Thank you. For everything. For trying. You’ll soon know if it worked.”

His lips turned upwards, eyes closing for a second as he nodded in recognition, turning away to signal that you could go, chase what belonged to and with you.

Stepping out, you let out a surprised gasp when a cold shower greeted you, pouring down on you relentlessly. It was a stark contrast to the beautiful weather this evening when you’d swam in the lake; with the sunshine gone, the only thing left were clouds and a grey sky.

According to what Seokjin had told you, it wasn’t that late yet, but the world was already growing dark. A look up made you predict that a storm was coming, one of the typical early spring happenings that you were used to. You usually loved it, cuddling up at your home with a book, sipping on tea, or simply staring out the window as the world got drenched in rain.

But today, it only restricted your view, not allowing your vision to look past a few feet. Yet, without any care, your feet started moving, picking up a fast pace straight away as you headed into a direction that you knew would lead to his village. And as you ran and ran, passing high trees and sweet, little animals, your mind scrambled for things you would tell him.

“Don’t leave,” was the only thought that repeated itself over and over again in your head, no other words finding their way to your tongue and consciousness.

After some while you were so certain that you’d left most of your village and land behind, but your lungs didn’t burn, no sound reached your ears except the soft melody of the rain. You were already soaked by now, your hair falling flat on your back and your clothes sticking wet to your skin.

With nothing in sight, you strongly hoped you’d find him at home if not on your way to him, if not at your clearing. Thinking about the possibility of getting closer and closer to him had your heart aching for him, and soon, you were crying again. You groaned, so sick of these tears flowing, never stopping, so tired of not being strong enough to pull yourself together.

Blurring your vision more than the rain had done, it seemed as if you’d missed a fallen branch on the ground when you suddenly tripped over something and lost your balance - within seconds, you found yourself crouching, knees hitting the wet soil and palms pressing against flowers you’d crushed.

You panted, your eyes fixed on your hands as you faltered, chest heavy from crying and running for so long. The same pictures that had haunted you in your dream came flooding back again: Jungkook’s lips on yours, your fingers buried in his hair.

You missed him, although you’d seen him just hours ago. But time felt endless at this moment as you thought of the feeling of his fingers on your face, the first and last time of him doing so replaying in your mind endlessly.

Indulged in the memories, eyes now closed, you didn’t notice the way your orchids had bloomed along your skin, reaching your fingers - something that had never happened before. The blue glowing light of the blossoms forced your eyelids to flutter open, and you took a deep breath before you lifted your head, looking around you until you noticed a figure slowly approaching you.

“Y/N,” he called out, standing at a safe distance from you and leaning against a tree.

You righted yourself, standing up slowly as you felt the mud trickle down your pants. He had his long, curly hair swept back, squinting slightly as the rain fell on his face; you reckoned that his gift of sight had allowed him to find you even through the trees and branches. His sleeves were rolled up and you could see his delphiniums glowing just like your flowers did, reaching his fingers just like yours.

And when you felt your insides ache again, you didn’t know if it was the heartbreak you felt at the sight of him or the magic that separated you so aggressively without relief. All you knew was that this time, you wouldn’t make the same mistake you had under the waterfall.

“Jungkook,” you whispered, and you thought he hadn’t heard - but his expression changed, eyebrows coming together in a melancholic motion as he looked at your beautiful appearance. You were right there, but still infinitely far away from him.

“You shouldn’t be here, Y/N.”

You tilted your head, stepping a little closer. “How could I not after everything you wrote in your letter?”

Mentioning his note, you felt the weight of the paper heavily in your pocket, resisting the urge to take it out and read it again, only to have it drenched and destroyed in the rain. His eyes looked at you softly, sighing once as he waited for you to go on. For the time being, he had nothing to say.

“You can’t leave me now,” you remarked, sniffing as you felt your head hurt from sobbing and dehydration. “Look at this,” you ordered, rolling up your sleeves, too, “you know exactly what that means. You can’t just… go.”

The yearning in his heart battled against the chains of logic, his fingers twitching, longing for your skin; but he knew he had to hold back. Instead, he tried to up his walls again, attempting to emanate nonchalance before he said, “I have to. And you should go home before you get sick.”

His tone was monotone, calm and cold, despite ice being your strength; not his. You felt a sting that had you biting your lower lip. “Jungkook, please.”

You moved even closer, only a few feet apart from him as you held your balance by placing your hand on a tree. If he kept talking like that, you’d break down - you didn’t want to in front of him, not here, not now.

A palm pressed against your churning stomach, you suppressed a sob, pleading with a piercing gaze, “Please, my love.”

Hearing this from you brought a new wave of frustration to Jungkook’s mind and it clouded his logical thought processes completely. Whatever he’d felt until now was gone or overshadowed - it was anger that crept through his body at that moment, reaching his torso and his limbs as they started shaking.

But keeping himself at bay, he gathered all his courage, his jaw clenching as he ordered, “Go home.”

And now, you exploded entirely, the dam of patience in you breaking as you slammed your fist against the tree trunk. Your motion caught Jungkook off guard, and flinching immediately, he moved forwards, only to back away abruptly again.

In your anger, you both didn’t notice that the usual pain was gone, had never appeared since he’d called your name a few minutes ago. Your lungs letting you both breathe perfectly was something that just became clearer to Jungkook now that he was so close to you, but he dared not speak it out loud.

If he turned out to be wrong, if the ache recurred, his hope would shatter into million pieces, and this feeling was something he’d given up on when he’d seen your body shrink in pain, right in front of him, right in his arms.

“Stop,” he demanded, seeing you let out your fury on the nature around you, breaking and yelling just an arm’s length away from him.

“How can you act as if you don’t care?” Your fist punched the wood again, bruising by now.

“Stop that.”

“I thought you’re in love with me!”

“Y/N, stop!”

Another punch, another striking flash of pain that you ignored. “You didn’t even give me a chance to confess back to you! You just left. Just…” And one last action from you caused your knuckles to reveal the red flesh under your skin. This was the last straw, making Jungkook finally dart forward and grab your wrists tightly, his enraged glare meeting yours.

“Fucking stop!” he whined, eyes moving from you to your hand, inspecting it as he covered it with his palm - and while the touch didn’t heal you, you felt instant relief to your injuries.

But before you could give in to the feeling of his wet hand on yours, you gasped, tearing away from him as you stepped back, realising that yet again, your skin had touched directly for too long, that you’d given in too easily. For some reason, though, he only smiled after looking at you with mild shock, his eyes glistening behind the soaked strands of hair.

It took you a second and a clearing of your mind to realise why he was staring at you like this, full of hope, expectation, and longing. The pain was gone indeed, not one trace of the burning sensation in your lungs or head that you’d always felt until now when you were near him.

Nothing.

Nothing but love. Nothing but affection.

And very soon, your muscles relaxed, your fists opening, the rain seeping through your clothes and down your fingertips as they twitched, your eyes watching Jungkook intently before-

Your body moved on its own accord, both of you dashing forward and into each other as his lips crashed onto yours, a hand immediately settling on the back of your head. Your fingers traced the light of his flower, along his skin until they reached his jacket and decided to rest on his shoulders.

His mouth moved vigorously against yours, his taste intoxicating you immediately. Lips pressed against his like this, without the pain, without the sting and burning, you tilted your head to deepen the kiss; there was a softness in your needy movements that had your heart swelling and your body pressing into his with even more urgency.

Whatever Seokjin had done, it had somehow worked, lifted every and any curse between you - and being able to finally be near Jungkook like this, skin on skin, no restrictions at all, felt like wonderful heaven on this godforsaken earth.

Not wasting any time, his tongue licked a stripe against your lower lip, using the slight gasp to make its way to meet yours, the gentle and wet touch sending a shiver through you - something that not even the coldness of the rain had managed.

It wasn’t until your lips had left his to catch your breaths that he spoke again, his forehead leaning against yours. “God, I need you.”

He did need you - and you’d felt it.

There was so much that he wasn’t saying, so much that he wanted you to know: he needed you to be happy, needed you to stay sane, needed your touch, words, presence. And despite being the fire to your ice, it was you who shone brightly in his grip, desperately showing him just how much he needed you - he couldn’t glow without you, just like a ray of sunshine can’t light up a room if there is no darkness to accompany it. 

You by his side forevermore, that’s what he needed, starting from now until the end of time.

His mattress was softer than yours, your body sinking into it when he pushed you onto his bed.

By now, the rain had intensified, the storm already here as you heard thunder growl outside. Every time a lightning bolt struck, his face lit up, his beautiful eyes looking at you in a manner that you'd never seen on him before. He gulped hard when he saw you lie there, only taking you in for a second before he leaned down, hovering over you as he tried not to crush you under him.

His lips brushed yours gently, gaze locked on yours and looking at you in such admiration that it melted everything inside you. His gentle touch and fingers buried in your still wet hair were enough to leave you breathless - he hadn't even done much, and yet, he was driving you crazy.

"Jungko-" you started, but he silenced you with a fervorous kiss, your lips moving slowly as you closed your eyes and indulged in the softness and sweetness of his mouth. His fist around your hair tightened, and you couldn’t understand how he was still holding back so much, kissing you so carefully.

But soon, his tongue slipped between your parted lips, seeking yours to savor the taste of you that he'd dreamt of so often now. Yet, all of this was so much more than anything his mind had hypothetically thrown at him.

And after a while of drowning in the breathlessness, the painless touches of him became needier, his hands wandering down your face and cupping your jaw before he backed away from your lips. Instead, he trailed the line of your jaw and the skin of your neck, licking and sucking your flesh until you were sure he was leaving small, purple marks on your sensitive collar bones.

You moaned at the feeling of his mouth making its way along your body, everything about his touches gentle yet greedy; soft yet longing; affectionate yet impatient. Your hands moved over his clothed back, your flowers glowing right in front of your face.

"Jungkook," you whispered, his head coming up to look at you, his eyes so hazy and gone that you wondered how long he was going to hesitate to go a step further, "I- I want you."

He nodded, his fingers brushing your hair away from your cheeks as he looked at you with bittersweetness again - as if he'd waited for this moment for an eternity. Sighing, he answered, "I know, my love. I want you, too."

And with that, he pressed himself closer to you, his lips returning to your clavicles until they reached the swell of your breasts, his hands settling on your hips and fingers digging into your skin. You whimpered at the intensity before you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it just enough to feel the warmth of his back despite the wet coldness of his clothes.

Taking it as a hint, he parted himself from you, letting you lift his shirt entirely before you threw it onto the floor haphazardly. Imitating you, he did the same and went even further as his hands reached the waistband of your pants. He tugged at it only a little until you lifted your lower body to allow him to slip the soaked clothing off entirely; looking at the way you laid there, his heart raced at an insane speed.

You were just as astounded, though - fingertips slowly running along his muscles, his chiseled chest and sharp jaw, you pulled him down again while he fumbled with your undershirt. In his urgency, he didn’t bother distancing himself from you again. Instead, he ripped the clothing in half and pulled it from under you as his hand cupped one of your breasts, a small moan escaping your mouth.

Jungkook gasped at the feeling of the soft roundness in his palms, slightly whining into your mouth, asking for more. He knew you were ready to give yourself to him, and yet, he hesitated. It was as if he had gotten so used to being hurt and hurting you that he feared every single touch.

“It doesn’t hurt, right?” he whispered with hooded eyes, and you shook your head, letting him know that you were finally okay.

Soon enough, his hand left your breast before he brought his lips onto your nipple instead as he nipped and sucked, teeth playing with it slightly while his fingers pinched your other. Despite your answer that you were alright, you winced, more in pleasure than in pain - and his ears immediately registered the sound.

Sudden memories of you hours ago repeated themselves, his mind now drowning in images of you in his arms, crying in pain and losing your mind as your fingers clung to his jacket. He had caused that; he was the one who had made you feel this way, and right now, he only wanted to destroy the ache - heal you instead. With only this goal in sight, he demolished the memories, kissing you so greedily that you wondered if he was still alright.

And when you felt wetness on your breast, you grabbed his face to bring it to yours, him breaking away from you hesitantly - and that’s when you noticed he had started crying, tears rolling down his cheeks silently, his expression pained, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned downwards.

“Jungkook,” you asked in worry, wiping away the wetness from his face with your thumbs before you put a hand on his scalding forehead, a silent spell cooling him down under a light glow, “what’s wrong?”

He gulped hard, blinking once as he sighed before he confessed, “I don’t want to let you go.”

“You won’t have to,” you assured, putting strands of hair behind his ears as he leaned down, his forehead touching yours.

“Be mine,” he breathed, his eyes closing and his hands cupping your face, “now and forever.”

His words sounded like pleas, laced with fear and insecurity, voice shaky. And you were fast to calm his nerves as you uttered words of comfort, “I’m yours, Jungkook. Look at me.” He opened his eyes slowly, waiting for you to continue. “I’m yours.”

You attempted to pull him down again, but he was reluctant, resisting as his mouth attached itself to the swell of your breasts, wandering down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your stomach and sides until he reached the part that was aching for him so desperately.

“Mine,” he whispered against your skin, reaching your thighs and kissing them, tongue licking your flesh, “and I’m yours.”

His finger pressing into your clothed core was the last thing you needed to break into a series of moans before you went insane under his circling motions as he separated your legs further, watching the soaked spot on your panties, making his cock twitch in his pants.

Removing his finger, he finally tugged your panties off of you, his breathing ragged and body tingling at the realisation that all of this was actually, undoubtedly happening and not just a wishful dream.

“So beautiful,” he said mostly to himself, eyeing you from top to bottom tenderly. And again, his fingers were on you, rubbing gentle circles over your clit for a few moments and eliciting a soft whine from you before they went further south. He ran his index and middle finger along your folds, testing how wet you were as he decided to increase your pleasure and slide one of his digits into you calmly, carefully.

You groaned, grabbing the sheets under you as you arched your back, calling his name so beautifully - it drove him crazy how you went crazy under his touch, and he bit his lips, his heart hammering painfully hard against his chest. More, he wanted to give you more - and not hesitating for long, he leaned down, lips enclosing your swollen bud. His eyes stayed on you to gauge your reaction, and when you cried out in ecstasy, gaze shooting down to meet his dilated pupils, he started sucking while his nimble finger began moving.

But you were dripping, so ready for him that he didn’t need to hear much from you to slide another digit in, pumping it into you harder and faster until he picked a steady pace that had you positively mewling. Soon, he curled them inside you, reaching a sweet spot that made you moan, mixing your sounds with the ones from the thunder outside, the latter not only making your body light up blue but also your mark that bloomed over your whole arm and right shoulder.

His own flowers were shining, too, even reaching his fingers that were currently buried in you. Soulmates - that’s what you were, and there was no moment in his life that he’d ever been so fast about confirming something as he was now, because yes, you definitely, without a single trace of doubt, were just that; a perfectly fitting puzzle piece.

Pulling out his fingers, they and his mouth switched places, and now, much to your pleasure, his digits were rubbing your clit diligently as his mouth settled between your folds, his tongue soon darting out to taste your sweetness.

“Jungkook, oh my god,” you managed, your fingers grabbing his hair as he picked up the speed, licking stripes up and down your heat before pressing his lips into it - and then repeating the process.

His moans vibrated against your pussy, making your legs tremble as you felt your muscles tighten, your high creeping up on you slowly. And when he noticed, his free hand held one of your thighs down, steadying you as he continued to suck and lick on your most intimate part.

You looked at him, biting your lips and when he opened his eyes, noticing your gaze on him and increasing the pressure on your clit, something in you snapped so effectively that you finally unwinded under him. Your legs shivered, body wriggling as you keened, tugging at his hair harder.

“Fuck, that was…” you whispered, unable to finish your sentence as you attempted to steady your breathing. Still shaking, you sat up, watching him kiss your folds and thighs a few more times until he rose, too, his hands grabbing your face to claim your mouth as his again, making you taste your lingering sweetness on his lips.

You took the opportunity of him in front of you to finally tug down his underwear, not able to see the way his cock sprung out but feeling the veiny length heavy in your hand as you reached out. He gasped into your mouth without stopping the kiss and only broke away when you started gentle movements up and down his whole shaft, a quiet mumble escaping his lips, “God, I must be dreaming. This is - uh… absolutely…”

“Absolutely?”

Jungkook sighed deeply as he closed his eyes, fingers digging into your cheeks before he moaned out, “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

From what you were feeling right now, he was thick, big, but not uncomfortably much, hard as a rock and twitching in your fist. Pressing yourself against him, your arms wrapped around his neck and you pushed him flush against the mattress. You shifted to straddle him, your knees settling next to his and hand wrapping around his throbbing cock again as you took in his body - his fingers came up to dig into your thighs, his biceps flexing and abs hardening. The line of his chest was sharp, his waist narrow and his cock in your grip was leaking. Red, swollen, waiting for you.

Swiping your hair to one side with your eyes never leaving his face, you shifted again, your head coming down and your gaze fixed on his cock just for a moment before you wrapped your lips around his tip, drawing a heavenly moan out of him. Your tongue darted out to lick away his pre-cum, the taste salty and intoxicating, the feeling of him so arousing that it spurred you on to take him in deeper.

You sunk down as far as your throat allowed, focusing on licking his length along the way as you started moving up and down. The gag reflex kicked in fast, but you hollowed the inside of your mouth to hold on for longer, the sounds escaping you only causing his heart to race more relentlessly.

For a second, you lifted your head, fingers drawing circles on his stomach as you asked, “Is that okay?”

“More than okay, baby,” came his immediate response, his hips uneasy, but still doing their best to stay calm.

“Try not to look away,” you said and he nodded, fingernails bruising your shoulders harder.

Continuing, you licked a stripe along his length, gazing deep into his eyes as you put his cock in your mouth again, moving in a fast pace right from the start, slightly amused at how he’d shoot his eyes open immediately every time he closed them. He was careful to fulfill your wish, but it was so hard to do so when you looked at him like this, swallowed around him like this, your ass raised into the air and hair falling to the bed.

And as you moved so beautifully, so eagerly, your hand doing its work where your mouth couldn’t reach, he felt dizzy, feeling his cock move on its own accord and coming closer to his high when-

“Wait,” Jungkook spoke suddenly, reaching for your face to urge you to stop. Curious as to what he had to say, you halted your movements, waiting for him to speak; but instead of saying anything else, he sat up, dragging you with him. And before you knew it, he had his arm around your waist and had thrown you on your back yet again.

“I want you,” he merely whispered, only inches away from your lips, his thumb wiping away the saliva from your ministrations a moment ago, “so bad.”

“Then take me.”

“Can I?” he asked carefully, licking his lips, his eyes flickering from your face to your torso and back.

You smiled at him gently, shaking your head playfully as you answered, “Look at us. Of course you can.”

With a genuine smile back, he buried his face in the nook of your neck, lips ghosting over your skin as he aligned his cock with your sopping entrance while the other arm squeezed you tighter.

Rubbing his tip against your folds a few times, causing you to draw a sharp breath, he finally sank in, slowly, allowing you to adjust to the stretch. You let out the air that you’d inhaled, the breath you didn’t know you were holding, both your legs around him pulling him closer.

“Are you okay?” he wanted to know, warm breath brushing your neck, and you nodded. You were okay; nothing hurt anymore, and every touch mended your already healing soul.

And when he started to move, you let out a gasp at the same time as he groaned, goosebumps forming on your skin as he pushed in and pulled out in a steady rhythm. His lips sucked at your sensitive flesh, colouring it purple, blue, and red before they kissed your jaw, your chin, your cheeks.

His name slipped from your tongue - and this action reached his core, making him feel so much admiration for the way you called out to him, urging him to fuck you deeper and harder.

Limbs entangled, your hands squeezed his shoulders tighter, moans spilling out of you as you pleaded, “Ju- Jungkook... more.”

“More?” he repeated, his head shooting up to face you, a smirk decorating his features that reminded you of Jungkook, the boy you’d known your whole life. The boy you’d fought with, the one who’d teased you about the littlest things. The boy who was a man now, your man who you were so endlessly and unconditionally in love with.

“More, please,” you barely managed, pulling him in for a kiss, but soon wailing into his mouth when you felt him go much faster than before, pounding into you. Lewd and panting sounds filled the room, the rain serving as background music, and you took in his expression, so gentle and adoring that you felt your heart crumble right in his palms.

The stretch was impeccable, the feeling of him thrusting in and out so intense that you felt the coil in your stomach build up again. By now, Jungkook was in an ultimate haze, spiraling, and you knew he was losing control when his palm on your arm sent a warm wave through your body, your insides heating up so suddenly that you whimpered.

Copying his actions, you ran your fingertips over his spine, your ice-cold touch having him shiver and shake as he halted his movements before snapping his hips hard against yours. His thrusts harsher now, he let you cover his skin in goosebumps while yours burned up, having you whine and keen in delight, urging you closer to your high.

But before you could find release, he suddenly pulled out, the warmth of his chest disappearing, and you began to protest at the emptiness.

Sweat glistened on his temples and he slicked his long hair back with his fingers before he commanded, “Turn around.”

Your body listened immediately, moving effectively, and yet, he grabbed your legs, flipping you faster before he grabbed your ass, parting your cheeks as his cock slipped in again without a warning. Moans muffled by the pillow under you, you grabbed the sheets next to your head.

And then, he continued his thrusts, reaching even deeper than before. He pressed his chest against your back, fingers of one of his hands coming up to intertwine with yours, pinning your whole body under him as he proceeded fucking you, the whole mattress moving with you.

His other hand grabbed the head post hard as he fucked into you, and a few moments later, you faintly recognized the scent of burnt wood, your eyes darting up to see a steam escape through his fingers, veins visible along his whole arm. Jungkook was gone - lost in you so unfathomably that he didn’t notice what his magic was carrying out right now.

“You’re so beautiful,” he claimed as he covered your back and shoulders in chaste kisses, “so pretty, my love.”

Your heart stopped again at the name before it rapidly picked up its pace again, your head turning to his face right in front of yours, lips ghosting over your cheek, your erratic breaths melding. “God, I adore you so fucking much, Y/N,” he said, squeezing your hand tighter.

“Yours,” you whispered out of context, unable to think straight as he robbed any sanity you had left.

His movements never faltered, hammering into you relentlessly, and you tried to mutter rational sentences back - but words left you, failed you entirely. And as his hand let you go, somehow snaking under the congested space under you and reaching your clit to rub it deliciously, he brought his lips to your ears, softly confessing, “I love you.”

And that was it. From that moment on, you knew you were ruined.

Hearing just these three words, the knot in your lower stomach released again, your walls clenching and pulsating around him and making him growl; your arousal covered his cock, wet sounds reaching your ears, and your eyes burned from the emotional intensity you felt right now. You looked at him, begging for his lips, coming closer as you answered, “Jungkook, I- I love you, too. I can’t sto-”

He silenced you with a passionate kiss immediately as his legs started to give in, the movements of his hips losing their rhythm as his tongue danced with yours. And then, he ultimately spilled inside you. Using some more thrusts to finish, he groaned, mouth leaving yours to bite into your shoulder, teeth marking you as his, and his only.

He whispered again and again that he loved you, telling you that he’d stay for as long as you needed him as his lips covered your back in gentle pecks.

Still inside and on top of you, he waited until you both calmed down before he kissed your lips briefly and rolled off of you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, pulling you impossibly close and holding you tightly as you wrapped your leg around his waist, not caring that both your releases were dripping onto the bed.

“You’re so warm,” you told him, drowning in the way you could feel him, touch him without any pain taking over your body. You couldn’t believe that you were - even after everything had happened - in his arms, engulfed in him, watching as your marks glowed in the darkness. They’d become a little fainter - and one day, they’d stop glowing and growing altogether, indicating the true love you’d found in each other for all eternity at last.

“You are, too,” he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead before you both went silent. There were no words necessary to show each other what you felt, what had hidden in your minds for so long and finally escaped now.

And as you listened to his steadying heartbeat and the rain hitting the window, you drifted off.

The thunder struck you awake, your body flinching hard as your heartbeat increased. Your hands reached out but found the bed empty.

He was gone again.

You shot up - you adjusted to the place, confirming that you were still here, that you had not dreamt all of this, and feeling panic rise up in you, your shaky and sleep drunken voice called out, “Jungkook?”

No answer.

Your body quivered from the cold and a lot of your skin was still bare, your panties and a very thin shirt being the only clothing covering you. You rubbed your arms, biting your lips as your eyes searched your surroundings.

“Jungkook!” you said again, louder this time. The fear in you rose; you couldn’t lose him, not now, not again, not after all that had happened.

Where was he?!

A few uneventful seconds passed and you felt your throat clog right before the door finally opened and he came in, torso bare and a thicker blanket in his hands than you had on your legs. His eyes widened when he saw your expression, hurrying to you and tucking you both in as he pulled you in again before he asked, “Are you okay?”

“I thought you were gone,” you admitted, a few tears of relief spilling out as you hugged him close, “I thought I was alone.”

“No, my love. Was just getting another blanket because you were trembling. Still are. And I won’t be able to warm you while we’re asleep...” At the sound of a sob that escaped you, he squeezed you tighter, cooing, “It’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s okay.”

He pulled the two blankets up to your chins, pressing his palm flat against your back before you felt an increasing warmth spread across your body.

“Are you doing that?” you asked against his chest, fingers digging into his hot skin.

“I am.” His hand shifted and slipped under your shirt, his magic killing your shivers and helping you warm up effectively as you muttered a small “Thank you” back, lips brushing his chest.

You should’ve probably wondered about your parents and the reactions they’d give you when you came back home. You should’ve asked yourself if Seokjin had told them where you were, what had happened.

And maybe, possibly, you should’ve wondered about the growing thought in you more; that one that told you that being the leader of your people would only be half as bad if you got to reunite the villages with Jungkook by your side. Make history, change everything that could be changed.

Yet, all your mind brought to the surface was the feeling of delight that you felt as you melted in the arms of the man that was the light to your darkness, the sun to your moon, the fire to your ice.

And you swore to yourself - that would never change.

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A and B have contradicting magical powers that are incompatible to the point of them destroying each other if they get close. This doesn’t stop them from falling in love.

Everyone has a flower tattoo and it starts to bloom the closer your soulmate is.

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Map Of The Soul ON:E Setlist (Day 1 | 201010)

[cristalsnows]

yoongi week: {4/7} on stage - 180622 lotte family concert

(x,x,x,x,x)

[taehyung-bw]

prince.

[taegularities]

dirty | kth (m)

Summary: Your more than eager boyfriend helps you relieve stress after a hard day at work - and what better place is there to do so than the shower?

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship, pwp, fluff, literally mostly just... smut

warnings: explicit sexual content, soft dom!taehyung, dirty talk, handjob, marking/biting, fingering, praise kink, rough sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (reader is on the pill *thumbs up*), light choking, breast play, some pet names, teasing, orgasm delay, cockwarming kinda, tae is the bestest boyfriend! ... i hope i didn’t forget anything haaa

word count: 2.4k (RID. WROTE. SMTH. SHORT!!)

a/n: i wasn’t going to post anything, really - but SOMEONE (*cough* @kookie-chimchim) practically urged me to write this. damn these horny moods. also, thank you @kithtaehyung​, my love, for being my beta, banner-maker, title-giver and for listening to my tae-breakdowns for the past few hours LMAO i love you looootts!! 💞 okay, so - here’s another taehyung-filth (and this guy is definitely getting a break now); i hope you guys enjoy!

MASTERLIST | WIPS

“A little more to the left?”

The man behind you registered your request, his large hands moving to the spot that he knew always hurt the most. And after experiencing one of the most demanding days in a long while, it was an understatement to say that you needed to relax.

When you’d arrived forty minutes ago, you were met with more than you’d ever expected: walking over the threshold, you immediately noticed the calming and pleasant scent of lit candles, the softness of lavender wafting into your direction. Going in further, you soon detected that Taehyung’s preparations didn’t end here - a plate of fresh Pasta Carbonara awaited you on the dinner table, still steaming hot and ready for you to consume and having you break out in the biggest smile that he’d seen in the last week.

So, that had been the reason he’d called and asked you when you’d be home - his tone had been so casual that there’d been no way to figure that he’d had more in mind than just to check on you.

And now, your tummy full and satisfied, you sat between his legs, his skilled hands massaging your back and shoulders that were aching from hours of dancing and repeating the same routines to your students over and over again. You barely registered the voices of the characters in the terrible movie you’d put on, more indulged in Taehyung’s touches and how much relief they brought you.

He, however, was going half insane behind you - since he’d started putting just the right pressure onto the sensitive parts of your muscles, you’d started eliciting sounds that stirred something dangerous in him. He knew how exhausted you were, how much you needed a refreshing shower and sleep; yet, he couldn’t help but shiver a little at your moans that clouded his mind.

“Baby,” he whispered, forcing you to open your eyes at the unusual husky tone.

“Hmm?”

Taehyung pulled you closer until you almost sat on his lap, your ass brushed his unexpected erection and shaking you awake. His full lips kissed your shoulder softly, his arms stopping the massage and wrapping around your torso instead. “Just want to say that I love you.”

You chuckled, licking your lips as you closed your eyes, purposely tilting your head to reveal the smooth skin of your neck. You felt his warm breath graze your flesh, and you could vividly imagine his gaze on your veins, the urge to kiss, lick and bite you being expressed by the way his cock twitched under you. “I can feel that.”

“Yeah?” he asked, leaning his forehead against your shoulder to control himself - to not extend this night further but to make sure you fell asleep on time.

Little did he know that you had come up with entirely different plans just seconds ago. Moving your hips just a little, you smirked, soon feeling his hands wandering down to your hips to still you before he inquired, “What are you doing, Y/N?”

“Shifting, so I can go and take a shower,” you answered nonchalantly, moving to stand up and face him as you added, “Come with me?”

“To- to the shower?” Taehyung’s soft eyes widened, molten gems staring at you as if it was unbelievably hard to believe that you wanted to shower with the hottest man on this planet.

“Yes, baby,” you said, stretching out your hand for him, “to the shower.”

Hesitating and teeth worrying his lower lip, he eventually intertwined your fingers with his, following you to the bathroom as he felt his pants become uncomfortably tighter. You’d been together for years - and yet, your effect on him never faded.

The next minutes were a fog - in your excitement, you barely knew when the water had become scolding hot, when your lips had collided, your clothes thrown into a corner haphazardly, and you’d landed under the showerhead.

Things like these always started harmlessly: you’d giggle while undressing him awkwardly and screech when you’d step into the water that’d be too cold at first. It would always begin with you styling your hair with shampoo in a funny way and wash and clean each other until you were done enough to dirty each other again.

So when you traced the delicate muscles of his soaked, tanned stomach and chest, focused on the way he was still breathing steadily - his eyes fixed on your fingers -, you knew you were initiating the first steps tonight. Taehyung was weak for your touches - and the further down you went, the more he felt his heart beat faster, the urge to kiss every inch of your body growing.

“You’re so,” you began, eyes shooting up to meet his, watching you fondly, carefully, “so beautiful.”

A gasp escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock, starting to move slowly as he came closer, licking his lips suggestively. “Says you,” he whispered, breathing becoming erratic.

“Says I, the luckiest girl in the world.”

With a smirk, he gripped your hips, leaning in to crash his wet lips against yours, immediately molding you into one as his tongue sought out yours. He moaned into your mouth when you increased the pace of your hand moving up and down his shaft, pushing you back slowly until you hit the wall behind you.

“Tell me why you’re the luckiest girl,” he demanded when he parted from you, half-lidded eyes and his baritone voice, coated in lust, causing the coil in your stomach to tighten at a rapid speed.

“Well, firstly, you’re the most handsome man in th- Taehyung, wha-” Your words were cut short when his long fingers, suddenly and without a warning, reached your folds, skipping the tease and directly pushing two of his digits into your needy core.

“You were saying?” he mumbled as your grip around him loosened, mind clearly distracted by what he was doing between your trembling thighs.

“I’m just- I’m just gonna stay silent,” you breathed, chuckling under your breath as he pressed himself closer, his cock basically stabbing your stomach.

His teeth nibbled at your ears, eyes closing as he explored your walls, seeking that one spot that he knew would drive you crazy. And when he curled his fingers, pumping them in and out faster, you mewled as your nails dug into his bicep - and he knew he’d found it. “That doesn’t sound like silence to me.”

Before you could answer, he pulled his fingers out, turning you around and pushing you flush against the cold wall, your nipples perking up at the impact. His cock rubbing between your ass cheeks had you moan and your eyelids flutter shut. He leaned back for a second, turning the water off before he shifted his attention back to your beautiful, naked, perfectly sculptured body.

Admirable. You were so beautiful. The way you stretched your ass towards him, cheeks and palms pressed against the tiles, whimpering although he wasn’t even doing anything to you right now - it had his cock jerk, screaming at him to fuck you sore.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Taehyung whispered behind you, his lips pressing kisses and licking stripes onto the sweet spots of your shoulder. His hand found your clit again as he started to rub slow circles against it. Seeing you falter under his touch, he smiled at your expression - your lips were parted and eyebrows furrowed, and the promise to himself to relieve your stress entirely tonight burned inside him like a forest fire.

“Unfair,” you whined, opening your eyes to meet his hazy ones, “I wanted to finish what I- I started.”

His voice laced with lust, he told you, “Baby. I’ll make sure we both finish today. Just let things flow.”

He continued rubbing his cock against your ass, and you stretched it out just a little further, hinting at him to step up the game he was playing. Instead, he bit the soft flesh of your neck, his tongue lapping at your pulse making you yelp. The movements on your clit sped up, both of your breaths melding as you went crazy for each other, your hand reaching behind you to touch his face.

Taehyung leaned into your palm, kissing it while moving his hand to finger-fuck you hard and roughly - and just as you felt your high near, he pulled his digits out of you entirely, leaving you a whiny mess, sandwiched between him and the wall.

“You ass,” you complained, only to be provoked further when you heard his guttural laugh.

“Don’t worry, baby.” You were still pinned in place when you saw him lick his fingers clean and then reach for the lube that you’d placed in the shower caddy - just in case. “I’ll wreck your world.”

You laughed at his cheesy words, your fingers moving behind you to ghost over his thick cock between your ass cheeks. He sighed deeply as he thrusted in once, putting some lube into his hand before he backed away. He reached down to his cock before fingering your hungry pussy for a few seconds again to coat you both in the slick substance.

And soon, he gripped your waist again, pulling your lower body back just a little to bend you before aligning his throbbing cock with your entrance. His teasing self only rubbed himself between your folds, always pushing in a tiny inch, but backing away again. When he didn’t stop for what felt like an eternity, you exhaled in frustration, slapping his thigh which made him snicker anew.

“My impatient girl,” he said in the sweetest voice, pressing multiple chaste kisses on your cheek, “you’re so incredibly cute.”

“Hey, I’m here in front of you, splendidly naked. Can you not call me cute?”

“But you are. You’re the sweetest, little angel in this world.” He peppered your face with more gentle kisses, making the crease between your eyebrows soften while your pout didn’t falter. “That’s exactly what I mean!”

“Just fuck me,” you ordered, unable to control the grin that appeared on your face.

And with one last lick on your jaw and a quiet “As you wish”, he thrusted in powerfully, shoving his cock deep into you until he was completely buried and wrapped in your walls.

“What the fu-” you screamed out in pleasure, fingers grabbing his wet, black locks.

“Just listening to you,” he said in a shaky voice, starting to move slowly while his bruising grip on your waist tightened.

Your moans soon became a single melody as he stretched you with his cock, each thrust filling you up so perfectly; as if he was made for you, and you only. But his pace was so agonizingly slow, and although you could feel every inch of him that way, you rather wanted him to destroy you entirely.

Taehyung knew, and he was only waiting patiently for you to speak up, your twitching mouth amusing him more than he cared to admit. And then, eventually, his chest filled with pride and excitement as you stuttered, “Taehyung… baby - faster.”

“Such a dirty girl,” he said close to your lips before capturing them, kissing you so fervently as he increased his pace in an instant, going from soft and slow to relentless and unforgiving within seconds.

You moaned muffled into his mouth as his fingers snaked around your body to settle on your tits, squeezing them until you felt like you were losing your mind - just like he was right now. He bathed in the sounds that escaped you, making his hips snap harder against yours. His nimble fingers pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingertips, and drawing a cry out of you as a result.

Nearly slipping, not from the wetness of the bathtub but from his ministrations, you managed to say, “I love you. So - ah, so fucking much.”

Taehyung slowed his movements as he pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside; but then, he thrusted in sharply again, having your cheek slide up against the tiles and elicite a lewd groan out of you. He repeated his action a few times as his fingers found your clit yet again, a low growl rumbling in his chest at your whines as he confessed, “I love you, too, angel. My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. I adore you so much.”

His words had you tripping over the edge, the rubs on your aching bud combined with his lips on your neck and harsh thrusts leaving you gasping for air. You closed your eyes when you unwinded under his touch, and he fucked you through it, whispering sweet promises into your ear that contradicted his raw actions immensely.

“So good for me,” he told you, putting a palm on your neck to pull you back and press your back against his sweaty chest. “So hot. You’re everything to me, princess.”

The pressure on your neck rose slightly, having you gasp as the clenching and releasing of your walls around him made him moan loudly. His lips pressed more wet kisses on your cheek and jaw as he let go, too. Finally, you felt hot ropes of cum shoot through you, colouring your dark walls white as he groaned, nothing but clipped vowels leaving his tongue.

He laughed between shaky breaths as he pulled you close to him, hugging your body as you felt his cock soften inside you. You turned your head to face him, capturing his lips for a deep, delightful kiss.

“God, Taehyung,” you whispered, trying to catch your breath, “you’ll never not fuck me until I feel like I’m floating, right?

Still inside you, he went a few steps back, dragging you with him before he pulled you both down to sit in the bathtub, turning on the water again. As the warm liquid ran over your face, sitting here in his embrace, you noticed just how much at peace you were right now - no one in this world could make your stress vanish like he could.

“Why did you turn on the shower again?” you asked after a while, exhaustion taking over you again.

Taehyung’s steady breathing against your back felt like a lullaby, soothing and pleasant. He ran his fingers through your wet hair, calming your nerves further. “Figured we should clean each other for real. Again.”

You laughed lightly as you said, “We were supposed to wash up, not get filthy in here.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Do I look like I regret it?” you scoffed, looking back at him with a grin.

“Good. Because cleaning up will take some time today,” he said - and after a split second, you felt his cock move inside you again.

“We’re not done yet.”

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FILM OUT x FAKE LOVE

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Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon and Jimin finding out BTS has been nominated for a Grammy!

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yoongi week: {1/7} cute mannerism

insp.