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The Magicians - Chapter 3

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: near death experience with water Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

Tagging: @justbangtanandjams @och-ako @trcvias

SERIES MASTERLIST

Jungkook was usually pretty good about waking up before everyone else; being the youngest and all. However, this morning proved to be an odd exception. The events of last night’s dinner must have worn him out more than he originally thought. Speaking of last night, his eyes shot open and he immediately looked over to the other side of the bed only to find that you were no longer there. But his panic didn’t last long as he shot up in bed only to notice you were simply sitting on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the fireplace.

You looked so small all curled up in on yourself as you sat there. Knees to your chest hugging yourself. The male couldn’t help but sigh as he noticed how miserable you looked. Of course, he couldn’t really blame you. He went through the same thing once upon a time. But how to approach you? Surly you were still upset over everything from last night. Clearing his throat, he watched you jump a bit as he spoke sheepishly,

“I can light the fire if you’re cold.”

“I’m good. Thanks, though.”

Well at least you didn’t bite his head off. That much alone was a plus for him. However, you did keep your response pretty short. Mentally sighing in....well....defeat? Annoyance? Sadness? He didn’t know, but all the same, Jungkook felt heavy as he climbed out of bed and padded into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. He felt gross for some odd reason. Perhaps a good, hot shower would help wash everything away.

Meanwhile, you remained sat there on the circular sofa in front of the cold fireplace. Brooding, stewing, and dare we say even pouting. This sucked. This sucked majorly. Here you were, stuck in a haunted house with a bunch of loonies who believe they’re magicians. Like actual magicians. Magic didn’t exist. It just didn’t. But you couldn’t explain the events from last night. If Jungkook didn’t use wires, electronics, or trick mirrors.....and magic wasn’t real......then how did he make all that stuff happen last night? It just made no sense.

But magic wasn’t real and that was that.

Soon after, Jungkook came out of the bathroom looking squeaky clean and feeling much better. Now dressed in what you would have personally called rags, he looked so......different. More boyish than when he was dressed all nice and sparkly and flashy for dinner last night. His hair wasn’t styled up either. It was quite flat and you noticed his bangs were parted straight down the middle, almost showcasing his forehead. Those sculpted eyebrows of his had you staring a bit.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Do you want.....something to eat?”

“Nah I’m good. Not really hungry. But thank you though.”

Boy---Looks like your walls were incredibly as well as exceptionally strong and sturdy this morning. Should he have expected anything different? Probably not. But it still saddened him to see you so closed off. Even more now than before. Biting back the sigh of frustration and defeat, he tried speaking up one more time.

“Well the bathroom is all yours. I’m going to head down and grab a bite and then I’ll be back up.”

“Okay. Thanks. Have fun.”

Now he could finally pinpoint what was making his heart ten times more heavier. The lack of emotion in your voice and your responses. It was like you had just.....given up. As if you had accepted your fate of being stuck here with seven strangers who you probably thought were delusional and certifiably insane; claiming to be magicians and all. He had to admit, if the roles were switched, Jungkook would probably think he was crazy too.

“If you need anything, just come find me, okay?”

“Will do.”

Still not feeling right about leaving you in this room all by yourself, the young male reluctantly left and closed the door behind him. Just when he thought he might have been making some progress, you had to go and build those wall twice as high and twice as thick. Hardheaded feline, you were.

“Finally. Never thought he’d leave.”

When you were one hundred percent certain Jungkook was down the hall and out of earshot, you sprung into action. Not bothering to shower, you simply threw off the pajamas and changed into the outfit you had worn for dinner last night since it was the only thing you really had to choose from right now. The haunted house didn’t seem to be providing you with clothing like it did the guys but that was because there was no such things as real haunted houses.

Exiting the room carefully, you made sure Jungkook was truly nowhere to be found and gently closed the door behind you. This was it. This was your golden opportunity to get the hell out of here. You weren’t delusional and insane yet. Best to try and find the exit before you started to believe that you were a magician too. Magicians, what a bunch of nonsense.

Walking down the hall that you knew was the opposite direction of the kitchen and dining hall, you started to inspect as much of your surroundings as you could. Taking every small detail. Part of you wanted to just smash one of the windows but this weird, nagging feeling told you that wouldn’t be a very smart idea. Because surly these nut jobs of seven males would have tried that already......right?

It wasn’t that you had forgotten all of Jungkook’s own futile attempts that he had so kindly and selflessly shared with you two nights ago. It was just......there had to be a route he wasn’t taking. Wasn’t thinking of. There had to be a way out of here. And now the poor boy was so delusional that there was no way he was going to find it. So now it was up to her. The only sane person in this god forsaken building.

This place could certainly pull off for a haunted house. You were just waiting for some cheesy and corny looking ghost to come flying out from a corner or something. After walking down three more hallways and not finding a single exit sign or even a door for that matter, you were starting to get really really frustrated. Huffing in said frustration, you were finally given some kind of reward for all your walking when you finally, finally, came up on a door.

Shocked that you were actually able to open the door, you were a bit hesitant to walk in. However, pushing that fear of the unknown down where it couldn’t stop you, you pushed forward and entered the room. It was quite the sight, honestly. A sight that you didn’t quite know how to describe.

The first thing you noticed was that it was empty. However, you also noticed it was meant to be a bedroom of some kind. But it hadn’t always been used as a bedroom. No way. The room looked like an abandoned classroom for dancers. It really was quite creepy looking, in fact. Closing the door behind you, sounds of water dripping could be heard but you had no idea where it was coming from.

If it hadn’t been for all the furniture, it would have definitely looked more like what the room had originally been intended for. There was of course a bed, some dressers, what looked like a closet, but what you couldn’t tear your eyes away from was the umbrella resting in some kind of holster that was part of an elegant coat rack. That weird mechanical umbrella. Or at least that’s what you still firmly believed it was. Magic umbrella, pfft. Please. As if.

“Is my bedroom to your liking, cutie?”

A small scream had involuntarily fell past your lips as you quickly spung around only to lay eyes on the male known as Jimin. The guy with the creepy weird umbrella. So this was his room? The male could have been upset. Heck, he would have had every right to be. But instead, he was standing there smiling with a head full of damp hair; having just gotten out of the shower. Thankfully for your sake, he had already dressed before coming out of the bathroom. It would seem all their rooms had an en suite bathroom of some sort.

“Um.....I um.....thought this might have been an exit to the building. Sorry for intruding.”

The blonde male smiled warmly and gently shook his head while waving a hand in the same fashion as if to literally wave off your apology. You couldn’t help but noticed how.....nice he looked today. He looked dressy yet comfortable all at the same time. And that face. His eyes and lips, even his nose. Everything about him was really.....mesmerizing.

“Don’t worry about it, cutie. It’s only natural to be curious about the place. Especially having not been given a proper tour.”

Jimin then added with a sad and apologetic smile, “But I am sad to say, there are no exits that we know of yet. Otherwise, we would have been long gone by now.”

You refused to believe that. You would continue to refuse. Everything from the magic to the haunted house with no exits. It was all crazy and unrealistic. It was stuff that you only heard or seen in movies and this was not a movie. It was real life. Reality. The only state you lived in. But you wouldn’t tell him that.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you, so I’ll just be going.”

“Ani. Please stay. I’d like to talk and get to know you better. Jungkookie has hogged you all to himself for too long. If it’s not too bold to say.”

You didn’t know why, but your cheeks tried to warm up in a blush. Were you seriously blushing right now? No one was hogging you. That’s for sure. Or at least that’s what you were telling yourself. You were just.....you. That’s it. Not some toy that these boys were trying to hog all to themselves or some nonsense like that.

“Um.....I mean.....I guess I could.”

“Great! I’m just going to go grab a bite to eat and then I’ll be back. Make yourself comfortable, cutie! Would you like anything brought back?”

You were a bit taken by surprise at how he seemed to almost literally light up. A smile that was wide and even a little gummy, you watched as he literally skipped towards the door but still waited for a response from you. Snapping out of your surprised state, you shook your head and said softly, almost timidly,

“No thank you.”

“Alright. I shall return shortly!”

And then you were left alone. Alone again. And what was your first instinct? To get the heck out of here. As usual. However, upon looking around, you couldn’t help but find yourself curious about what all was in Jimin’s room. Was there a reason his room was an abandoned dance classroom? Subconsciously humming in thought, you found yourself heading further into the room and further away from the door.

Jimin’s room definitely wasn’t as cozy and homey like Jungkook’s was. But then again, you had recalled RM commenting on how the house liked Jungkook better. But were you actually going to believe that crap? Nope. Not one bit. Refocusing, your eyes landed on that cursed umbrella. Now was your chance. This was your golden opportunity to prove them all wrong and how you were right. It had to be mechanical. Just had to be.

Walking over with renewed determination and solidifying your resolve, you reached out straight for the handle of the umbrella only to get the shock of your life; quite literally. Feeling like you had just put your whole hand in a light socket and gotten electrocuted, you almost choked on your cry of pain and stumbled backwards only to fall on your bum with a soft “Oof!”

Okay. You’d rationalize that in a minute. Right now, you had to try and get your whole arm to stop tingling from the shock. But seriously, what the hell was that? You eyed the umbrella suspiciously with narrowed orbs. That wasn’t just your imagination. But yet you couldn’t explain what would have caused the electric shock. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a whole lot more time to think about it because you suddenly had bigger problems to deal with.

Water. You could hear it earlier but now it was getting increasingly louder. No longer a drip but more of a trickle. Heaving yourself off the floor and looking around, you realized it was coming from vents way up on walls. Did Jimin know he had a leak in his room? Walking slowly and approaching the leaking vents, you got another shock of your life when suddenly the same exact vents started gushing water; nearly tearing one of the hanging ceiling lights and it’s shade from it’s cord.

“Whoa!”

The word was shouted out into the room before you could stop yourself. Well this was a drastic turn of events, wasn’t it? Okay. You had to pull yourself together. The shock of everything could wait later. Right now you had to find a way out of here before you drowned. Looking around frantically and trying not to let the roaring of the waters derail you, you noticed the door and immediately bolted for it.

And wouldn’t it be your luck that it was locked? Okay. This was fine. Everything was fine. You were in complete control of the situation. Or at least that’s what you were trying to tell yourself. The water was filling the room fast, as one could imagine. Try as you might, you just couldn’t get the door to budge. Looking around, you tired to find something heavy and or sharp that you might be able to break the door either down or apart or both. You were certain Jimin would understand about the damage to the door later.

However, it seemed like not matter what object you threw at the door (quite literally) it didn’t phase the entryway one bit. You tried the smaller pieces of furniture and everything but not even a dent was put in that stupid door. The water by now was rising to your waist and you were starting to genuinely panic. If fighting your way out wasn’t going to work, then you did the next best thing you could think of....

“Help! Jimin! Jungkook! Someone! Anyone! Help! I’m trapped! There’s water!”

You tried pounding on the door but your fists were just too small and your body was too frail from poor nutrition over a long span of time. Curse your poor financial status and your ability to barely put food in your belly. Letting out a rough grown of frustration, you just kept trying. You shouted and yelled and hit the door as hard as you could; hoping and praying with every fiber of your being that either someone heard you or Jimin was on his way back.

After grabbing some lunch, Jungkook decided to head back to his room and see if he could convince you to eat something. It was more than obvious that you didn’t get good meals. Like ever. Now it wasn’t his business but if Namjoon was going to put Jungkook in charge of taking care of you and watching over you, then the youngest felt the need to know why you weren’t eating. Whatever the reason may be.

Upon entering his cozy room, he couldn’t help but notice you were nowhere to be found. Trying not to panic on impact, he briskly walked to the bathroom but you weren’t there either. Perhaps you had gotten curious and walked into the spare bedroom? Nope. Not there either. Okay. So you weren’t here, and you hadn’t crossed paths with him on the way back from the kitchens......so that meant......

“Curious feline.”

Heaving another heavy sigh, Jungkook closed his door and even locked it before going on in search of you. This place was like a sick twisted maze and it was hard to tell where you were by now. How the hell was he supposed to find you? What would be the quickest and easiest way? Racking his brain, he decided to just keep pushing forward. Maybe he’d think of something along the way.

Meanwhile, you had long given up on trying to break down the door. In fact, you didn’t have a snowball’s chance in Hades of getting to the door now. Why? Because you were floating above it. This room, this makeshift bedroom was still filling with water and you had a sinking suspicion it wasn’t going to stop any time soon. You were going to drown here. This was where you would die.

“Help! Somebody! Anybody! Help!”

Occasionally the water would rock and wave and catch in your open mouth as you called for help. Choking, you sputtered and tried to keep your head above water; literally. This was quite the situation to say the least. You supposed now was the best time than any other time to say your prayers and hope your next life would be more enjoyable than this one.

Crawling through one of the large ducts that he often used to watch over his older brothers, Jungkook froze when he suddenly heard rushing water. Briefly panicking thinking the water was coming straight for him, he realized the water was gushing through other ducts and not his. And then that’s when he heard it. Or rather, her. You.

“Help! Please! Jimin! Jungkook! Help me!”

Bloody hell. The sight before his eyes was surreal. There you were, trying to keep your head above the crashing waves as an entire room filled with water. What the hell happened? This was Jimin’s room so where was he??? And that was when Jungkook started trying to shout your name, hoping you’d hear him and know that he was here to try and help you. But he could tell the roaring of the waters were too loud and you couldn’t hear a thing.

You could have sworn you heard someone shouting your name but with the water rushing and splashing all around you, it could have easily been your imagination. The water was getting closer and closer to the ceiling as you were. It was only going to be a matter of time before you ran out of breathing room. This was it. It was all over. At least there would be no one to miss you. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe this was meant to be.

Meanwhile, Jimin had a bounce in his step as he was coming back from the kitchen with some food for you. He himself was munching on an apple. Sure you had claimed you didn’t want anything, but Jimin was no fool. Sweet and kind, but no fool. It was obvious you didn’t get enough nutrition in your diet. So he was going to make sure you did. It had been so long since he had interaction with a female so naturally he was just a little bit excited.

But as he grew closer to his room, he could see.....water? Water was running all over the floor and it was coming from.......under his door!?! Your name fell softly from his lips and suddenly the food in his hands didn’t matter. The basket of food and the half eaten apple now abandoned and scattered all over the soaked floor, Jimin started shouting your name as loud as he could while he raced for his bedroom door.

“What the hell?!?! Open up! Let me in! It’s my room!”

He wasn’t shouting at you. No. He knew better than that. He was shouting at the house itself. This was all the house’s fault. But why it was acting this way, he couldn’t quite explain just yet. That would be a mystery for another time. Right now he had to make sure you weren’t in there. Because if you were.......god he didn’t want to think about it. What if he was too late? Despite those dark thoughts, he didn’t give up.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was running all throughout the building shouting for the other’s help. His magic was good but he knew being the youngest, he wasn’t going to be able to handle this situation alone.

“Namjoon! Jin! Tae! Everyone! To Jimin’s room!”

Thankfully most of the boys had been either close by or were already heading in that general direction for most of them were able to hear their youngest magician. Namjoon used his special unique ability to teleport from one spot to another and was beside Jungkook in an instant. They were like a little herd or a pack of wolves as they rushed for the blonde’s bedroom.

During all this time, it was too late for you. All of your breathing room had ran out and you were trying to hold your breath for as long as you could. But why were you fighting it? Since when did you care if you died or not? What exactly did you have to live for? And that was when the boys’ smiles all flashed in front of closed eyes. Sure you had no idea who they really were but......they were the first souls to show you any kindness.

And then there was Jungkook. That stupid brat who thought he was so clever and smart. You had yet to prove him wrong. Perhaps that’s why you weren’t ready to die? But either way, your already weakened state and your crappy lungs just couldn’t hold up to the challenge. Not able to hold your breath any longer, your lips parted and your body soon began to fill up with water.

This was it. This was the end for you.

“Namjoon! Break it down!”

“If I do that, we’re all going to drown.”

“Someone do something! She’s dying in there! I can sense her aura fading!”

No one liked hearing the youngest’s statement. It was his natural gift to be able to sense auras and how strong or colorful they were. Jungkook’s heart was pounding in his ears as he could feel your unique aura fading more and more with every passing second. It was like watching a ticking time bomb about to reach zero. Where in this case you’d flat line and he may never get to see you again. Or hear your doubts. Or the way you’d call him ridiculous. Your cheeks would never be rosy in a blush anymore. All of these little things he’d noticed in these last two days upon meeting you. They’d all go away.

Time seemed to slow down as Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi all stood in front of the door. Being the oldest three in the group, they had been working with magic the longest and knew the most about it. It was like they knew exactly what to do as they all gave each other a knowing nod and with a force Jungkook had no idea existed within his hyungs, he watched along with the other youngsters as the water was quickly gushing out from under the water instead of just trickling.

As if the house really was taunting them, the door suddenly flew open off its hinges and the rest of the water came roaring out of the bedroom. Now officially soaked to the bone, the boys picked themselves off the floor and scrambled to get inside the blonde’s room. Their blood ran could and some grew pale as they saw your small, frail frame laying spread out on the floor.

Jungkook was the first one to shoot forward but was grabbed on either side by two of his hyungs. Tears were unknowingly pouring down his face as he could no longer see or feel your aura. You were gone. And it was all his fault. If he had just forced you to come to the kitchen with him like he had wanted to, then you’d still be alive. You’d still be here. This was all his fault. He could feel one of the males holding him as he just couldn’t support his own weight right now. It hurt too much.

You looked so blue and cold. You looked.....well.....dead. But that wasn’t going to stop Jimin from rushing forward. He was the only one out of all seven of them who knew CPR. Now one would think magic could surely bring you back to life. But the panic and fear and all other negative emotions were blocking most of their common sense and so Jimin just reacted on instincts and that was to give you CPR like a normal human would. Dang. He just got first dibs on kissing you and you weren’t even alive to enjoy it. How bittersweet.

While Namjoon and Taehyung held a sobbing Jungkook, the others stood there frozen with held breath as they watched the young blonde try to bring your little frail self back to life. Jimin knew the risks to giving CPR. There was always the possibility of breaking a rib. But he could only hope you wouldn’t mind that compared to living once again. He briefly noticed how chapped your lips were. You definitely needed to be put on a more nutritional diet. Once this was all over, he’d make sure you got the right foods and ate properly. Because he wasn’t about to let you slip away so easily.

And it was like the pause button had been released and everything was playing and picking up once more. Your small chest heaved and water nearly gushed out of your mouth as you coughed and sputtered. Your aura was weak but Jungkook could feel it once again and that was enough for him right now. For the moment. He’d make sure your aura was nurtured and cared for from here on out. He would make it his own personal mission. Finally breaking free from his hyungs, he rushed forward and fell onto his knees on your other side that Jimin wasn’t occupying.

“You stupid girl. Why didn’t you just come with me to the kitchens like I wanted you to?”

“Jungkookie.”

“What?!”

The youngest looked up from your form to stare at the blonde in annoyance only to see a small, shy smile on his face. After giving a small chuckle, possibly from immense relief, Jimin said softly and yet simply,

“I don’t think she can hear you.”

Suddenly looking down, the youngest realized his hyung was right. There you laid, with your small chest rising and falling; taking deep and even breaths as you rested. You looked so peaceful compared to how deathly you looked only moments ago.

Well this day didn’t go according to plan at all. For anyone involved.

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The Magicians - Chapter 1

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure with a hint of Romance, some Comedy in there too Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None at the moment Pairing: OT7 x reader (but will eventually become Jungkook x reader) Notes: magicians!bts au. They are not the idols we all know and love. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This is raw, not proofread content you’re reading. My eyes are shot so I’ll proofread it once my eyes don’t feel like they’re going to burst out of their sockets. XD

SERIES MASTERLIST

Aimless. Pointless. You were walking around aimlessly with no particular point of direction in mind. A crossroads of sorts. That’s where you found yourself in this very moment. Both literally and figuratively. One path would lead you back to your apartment. Back to your normal, boring life. A boring nine to five job that barely paid the bills and gave you enough food to eat. Not really anyone you could call a friend. And your family? Well.....yeah. That’s another story for another day.

Purpose. You lacked purpose in your life. There was nothing exciting going on in your life but you knew deep down that was at least partly your own fault. Closing yourself off from others. Never opening your heart for fear of getting hurt. But closing yourself off......what was the point of existing if you weren’t going to live your life? It was all much too deep for you and every time you tried to think about it, it just made your mood worse.

“What’s the point? No one’s waiting at home for me anyway.”

And so you took the opposite path. The path that would lead you farther away from the only place you could remotely call home. Wasn’t like there was much there to miss. You lived on the shadier part of town anyhow. There wasn’t even much in your apartment worth stealing. Nothing you were going to miss, anyhow.

Pulling your thin jacket tighter around yourself, you noticed something up ahead. A building. And.....it was on fire??? Fight or Flight mode tried to kick in but your feet were figuratively frozen to the ground. Muscles tensed in panic and stress but never once made a move to carry your body away from the heated mess. There was a small voice in the back of your head telling you to......go inside? To check it out?

‘There could be someone in there. They could be in trouble.’

Well that certainly weighed on your conscience. Finding your ability to breathe, you took a deep breath and started running towards the burning building. What did you have to lose, right? It wasn’t like you had anyone to miss you. By the time you made it to what appeared to be the back of the building, you were already huffing and puffing. Exercise. Maybe you could take up exercising as a hobby? Yeah. Right. Funny.

Anyhow, it was hard to catch your breath properly thanks to all the smoke that was billowing out of the doors. One door had been flung nearly clean off its hinges as it was hanging by a thread. Meanwhile, there was another entrance where the door had apparently disappeared completely. Next to it there was a poster board sign that had THIS WAY written on it along with an arrow directing to the door itself. Well now......

The fire looked pretty bad and while she couldn’t hear any screaming or shouting, that didn’t mean that someone wasn’t in trouble or hurt inside. The real question was, why did she care so much? Why was she putting in all this effort and risking her life for someone who may not even exist? It was as if the building had called out to her; telling her to come and investigate. Weird. Really really weird. With a shrug, you took a careful deep breath and said a bit lazily,

“Well, here goes nothing. It’s been fun.”

Okay. Things just went from weird to weirder. Perhaps you were back in your apartment and just having a really crazy freaky dream and you’d wake up any second now? Nah. Something told you that was just wishful thinking. Instead of flames eating away at your flesh like you anticipated, there was......nothing? Yes. Absolutely nothing.

“What the----”

The flames.....they were just......gone. Had you not seen the damage the building was taking outside only seconds ago, you would have never known there was anything wrong with the place. Sure it looked and smelled dusty and musty but still. There wasn’t a trace of heat coming from any corner of the room. Speaking of room.....the place was kind of creepy.

‘Come forward, my child and claim what you so desperately seek.’

A small sound that....well you weren’t quite sure if you had uttered a squeak, squeal, or yelp. Heck, maybe it was a mixture of the three. Whatever sound it was, you nearly choked on it as you stumbled back a bit. Was that a voice inside your head? It certainly wasn’t your voice. And then you saw it. Or what you thought might be an it. Could have been a him or a her, you supposed.

Masked and menacing looking, sat a figure in what looked like some kind of....ticket booth? Okay. This had to be a dream. A really vivid and realistic appearing dream. And any second now, you were going to wake up and everything would be normal and boring again.....Right?

‘Did I stutter, child? Come forward.’

As if your body had a mind of it’s own, your feet started to shuffle forward towards the ticket booth. What on earth were you doing? This had trouble written all over it. But then again.....you were okay with dying and risking your life for someone only seconds ago, right? So why were you suddenly so scared to approach this masked weirdo? Squaring your shoulders a bit, you walked on your own this time and at a much more confident stride.

‘That’s a good girl. Here. Have this. It’s what you’ve been seeking after all these months. Your biggest wish has been granted. Congratulations.’

What the? Wish? What wish could you possibly have that he would be talking about? Yes, from what you could hear of the masked figure’s voice, it sounded male. By this point, you were standing in front of the ticket booth with your hand subconsciously stretched out and dragging the item closer towards you.

Wow. It was an actual ticket. Inspecting the piece of paper, you could see some strange writing on it. Looked harmless enough. But there was something odd about it. This wasn’t a ticket to any particular form of transportation or location. In fact, the location didn’t even register in your memory and you knew most of the city pretty well.

“The Magic Shop? Where’s that at? The other side of tow---nnn--? Huh???”

And just like that, the ticket booth had vanished before your very eyes. You had looked up from the ticket and everything was gone. The room stayed the same but there was absolutely no trace of a booth or a masked figure. Okay. Things were going from weird to downright creepy at this point. You needed to get the hell out of here and fast. Especially if this was not a dream which you were still feebly wishing it was.

Turning around so fast that the room spun, you started making a mad dash for what you had figured was the door you came through. However, all you were met with was.....nothing. Pitch black nothingness. No doorway, let alone no door. Just.....nothing. Great. You were trapped here.

“Okay. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. I’m going to wake up any second now and it’ll be fine.”

Just then, you could hear laughter. But not the warm, comforting kind of laughter. No. This was that classic sinister laugh that made the hairs on your neck stand up. Wonderful. Great. Fantastic. Just peachy.

‘Be careful what you wish for, child.’

And so there you were. Stuck in a room---a building with no way out and a creepy masked figure’s laughter fading into the darkest corners of said room. What the hell were you supposed to do now? If this wasn’t a dream......and you didn’t have anything to drink while being out......then something extremely weird was going on here. Something.....other worldly.

And that was when you felt a blow to the back of your head and your whole other worldly world went black.

Ouch. That was gonna hurt later.

Silence. That’s what you woke up to as you slowly regained use of your senses. Sense of smell, your sight and your hearing. Granted it was quite bright wherever the hell you were. Wait.....wherever you were........Whoa!

“Easy there. We don’t want you falling over and hitting your head again.”

“Says the guy who nearly cracked her skull open mere hours ago.”

“I didn’t hit her that hard, hyung. Besides. Look at her. She’s right as rain now. Right, gorgeous?”

Insane. You had to be. That’s what it was. Your life had become so bland and boring that you had officially gone insane and this was all just a figment of your imagination to make things interesting. Right? That had to be it. There was no way in Hades this could all be real. Not even close.

However, as your eyes adjusted to the bright, natural light of the room, which you happened to notice was quite different from the dark and musty room you found yourself in earlier, you noticed.....one, two, three, four.......seven??? Seven masked figures were standing in front of you?! Your heart sunk.

“There’s more than one of you!?!? Oh my god! Please! Just kill me! I can’t take this strange dream any more!”

“Hey, whoa whoa. Slow down there, babe. No need to be such a drama queen.”

This made your blood boil. Perhaps you really had lost it. Maybe you weren’t getting good night’s sleep. Well you knew that much. But perhaps it was really starting to get to you. The stresses of life having slowly picked away at you and now here you were, finally cracking under all that pressure. Letting out a bark of laughter, you looked up at the masked figures and bit back in bubbling frustration,

“Drama queen? I’ll show you drama queen. Do you have any idea what my last 24 hours have been like? All I wanted to do was try and save someone from a burning building and now I’m sitting here tied to a freaking cha----Huh???”

Looking down at yourself, you weren’t completely wrong. Yes. You were indeed tied to a chair but......where were the ropes? Or chains? Something? Anything? It was as if you were tied with something.....invisible? Good lord. Was the weirdness ever going to end?

“Jimin, would you like to do the honors?”

“Certainly, hyung.”

This was it, they were finally going to put you out of your misery. One of the masked figures lifted what appeared to be an umbrella. What? What’s with the umbrella? Was he going to stab you to death with it or something? Not exactly the way you pictured dying but you supposed it was better than nothing. Maybe he’d just beat you to death instead.

However, none of that came to pass. There was no stabbing or beating. Instead, you watched the masked figure named Jimin lifting his umbrella and pointing the tip directly at you. Before you knew it, those invisible bounds were falling off of you like actual invisible ropes. What???

“Allow us to introduce ourselves.”

As you sat there feeling almost numb with confusion along with a pounding headache, the seven masked figures slowly removed said masks and.....wow. That wasn’t what you had expected. Not at all. Dang. You could practically hear your own slow whistle in your head.

Seven men stood in front of you. Every single one of them young and freakishly attractive. Had they been sculptured by the gods or something? You honestly had expected them all to look like some kind of creepy looking goblins or perhaps the spawn of the devil himself. But definitely had you never envisioned they’d look so......wow.

“We are Bangtan. The Bangtan Boys. Otherwise known as Bulletproof Boy Scouts. My name is RM.”

“I’m Jhope! Nice to meet you!”

“My name is Jin and I’m the most handsome one here. Just to let you know.”

Some of the males rolled their eyes and if the situation hadn’t been so freaky and weird, you honestly would have laughed at his antics.

“Hmm. Name’s Suga.”

“Oh hyung don’t be such a sourpuss. Hi! My name’s Jimin. Sorry we had to knock you out. I told V not to hit so hard but he didn’t listen.”

“Yah! I was protecting us from witchcraft! You should be thanking me!”

“Oh now look who’s being the drama queen.”

“Guys guys. Just finish introducing yourselves.”

The two males known as Jimin and who you were guessing must have been V, both looked over at the taller male who if you recalled right, was named RM. Both sporting pouts, they nodded and said at the same time,

“Yes, hyung.”

“Anyway, the name’s V. Sorry I had to hit you with a frying pan but I had to make sure you weren’t a witch out to get us or something.”

“A frying pan?! You hit me over the head with a frying pan?! Couldn’t you have picked something a little less----violent!?!?”

“Yah yah. Calm down. We’ll take a look at the damage here in a minute. But we still have one more of us to introduce. Jungkookie?”

The male you had come to remember as Jimin face palmed at the young male next to him while V motioned for the male on the other side of him. Wow....he was kind of.....cute. Unsure eyes stared back at you and you found yourself blushing a little.

“My name is Jungkook. As V had mentioned.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and stared up at the ceiling as if asking why was he stuck with someone as blonde as V. Which that was exactly what he was doing. You would have laughed had it not been for the sudden pounding in your head. The pain taking you by surprise, the whimper slipped past your chapped lips before you could swallow it.

And just like that, the seven young men were all over you; fussing like seven mother hens. You were pretty sure Jimin was the one pulling back and apart your hair to try and inspect the damage while V was desperately trying to defend himself and his actions.

The one you were pretty sure was named Jhope dragged Suga with him; mumbling frantically about finding a wash bin along with a wash cloth. You could have sworn you heard the grumpy shorter male grumble something about......conjuring it up themselves? Huh? Whatever. Must have been from the headache you were struggling to deal with. Must be making you hear things.

Meanwhile, Jin (at least you were pretty sure it was Jin) told the male who you knew to be RM that he was going to be in the kitchen making dinner. Was it really dinner time? Huh. Apparently you had lost all sense of time while being stuck in this weird, crazy, creepy place.

It was then that you felt a hand take yours and you nearly jumped out of your seat. The jerk reaction caused the crown of your head to bump into Jimin’s gentle hands and you both made a sound of surprise. Blinking, you realized it had been RM who took one of your hands in his. After flashing you a warm and what he had hoped was a soothing, reassuring smile, he turned to the last male who had yet to make a move and said softly,

“Jungkook, you have the most accommodating space between all of us, the place seems to like you most, go make up a spot for the young lady here to lay down and rest will you.”

Silently nodding, the young male known as Jungkook spared you one last glance with those soft but hollow eyes of uncertainty and made his way for what you could only conclude must have been his room. After careful inspection by Jimin and V, they had determined that you would be fine and didn’t need stitches. Well at least you had that going for you.

Meanwhile, Jhope was treating you with extra care as he used a warm wet wash cloth to help get rid of the caked blood that had coated some of your hair around the crown of your head. To which V felt the need to vigorously defend himself again; claiming that it wasn’t a lot of blood. You were actually starting to find his desperate attempts to defend himself pretty comical.

“The spot is ready for her, hyung.”

“Excellent, Jungkook. How about you help her to your room, eh?”

“But wait----I have so many questions. What is this place? Why are there no doors to get out? And who are all of you? Why are we here? I don’t understand----”

Soft shushing reached your ears as the tanned male took your hand once again; offering you that same soft and warm reassuring smile.

“I know you have a lot of questions. Heck, we have questions ourselves. But now isn’t the time for that. Despite V’s heart being in the right place, you took a pretty nasty blow to the head. You were out for quite a while. Jin’s cooking dinner. How about you take a nap and when dinner is ready, we can all sit down and ask our questions and see what kind of answers we can get, okay? Jungkook, if you would, please.”

And before you could protest, you were being lifted out of the chair to stand on your own two feet and being passed off onto the young male known as Jungkook. His hand was a little calloused but otherwise gentle as he took your hand in his and started leading the way to where you guessed must have been his room. So it seems like they all have their own room. Were there no more rooms available for them to just dump you in? Why did you have to sleep in a male’s room? More specifically, a male who was a complete stranger to you.

“In here, please.”

You were taken out of your thoughts at Jungkook’s soft voice asking you to step inside first while he held the door open for you. After giving a soft, shy thanks, you stepped inside and was surprised with how roomy it really was. It was almost like a whole apartment. You could see what looked like a connecting bathroom suite and a king sized bed. There was a lounge area with a couple couches and an arm chair. It was nice. Cozy, even.

Stepping in with you, the male made his way casually over to the beanbag chair that he had placed near the foot of the bed and picked up the book that was resting in said chair. After making himself comfortable in the bean filled piece of furniture with book in hand, he glanced up at you as you remained rooted in place near the doorway.

“Well?”

“Um......huh?”

“Wow. V hyung must have really did a number on you. Do you need help getting into bed?”

Flustered. That’s exactly what you had become. Flustered. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you quickly shook your head which of course only made your pounding head ache worse. Your heart was trying to beat in your throat as you watched him raise a single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow in curiosity. Finally finding your voice, or what was left of it, you managed to reply weakly,

“A-Ani. I can get in the bed just fine. I guess the headache is making it a bit hard to think straight.”

“He probably gave you a concussion. The pabo. V hyung never really has known his own strength.”

By this time, you had manged to close the distance between yourself and the bed. This was his bed. He had been laying in it and now he was just going to.....give it to you? Glancing over at him, you noticed he had since then put his full attention on the book he was reading; looking perfectly comfortable in the beanbag chair.

“The pills on the nightstand are for you. They’re just normal painkillers. Figured it would help with your headache. I wasn’t sure if you were a water or milk drinker, so I got you a glass of each. I have juice if you’d prefer something sweeter.”

Gosh you were grateful that he had his back to you at the foot of the bed. You were blushing like crazy. But why? He was just being....nice. Right? After stuttering out a soft thanks, you took the glass of water and the two small pills and popped them into your mouth. Swallowing them both in one go, you carefully set the glass of water back down on the night stand and tried to lay down to get comfortable.

It was probably no more than 10 minutes but to you it felt like 20 or even 25 minutes. You just couldn’t sleep. And who could blame you? The last 24 hours had been quite the adventure. Especially since you could now determine that this wasn’t some crazy dream. Your head was spinning with questions and flashbacks of the creepy masked figure. With a heavy sigh, you mumbled shyly in defeat,

“Jungkook?”

“Hmm?”

“Could.......Could you read to me what you’re reading?”

He had been in the middle of turning a page when he suddenly paused like a statue. What felt like several minutes passing of nothing but silence, he finally turned the page and glanced over his shoulder at you; looking quite perplexed.

“You mean like......tell you a bedtime story?”

“Yah. Don’t make me sound like a big baby.”

Letting out a soft snort of amusement, the male smiled and stood up from his seat. You couldn’t help but notice his smile. He looked like a happy bunny rabbit whenever he smiled. Again, he was cute. It made you blush as you tried to fight off this weird sensation of giddiness. Perhaps you really were losing it. Watching him walk over to sit down on the edge of the bed, he rose one of those perfectly shaped eyebrows in a challenge as he asked you as much,

“What if you don’t like what I’m reading?”

“I’ll gladly take a cookbook if that’s what you’ve got.”

With another snort and a couple soft chuckles, Jungkook shook his head in amusement and replied casually,

“Ani ani. Not quite as dry as a cookbook. It’s.....well.....It’s actually my journal.”

“Oh---Oh I mean---You don’t have to read it. I’m sure that’s very personal and---”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind reading it to you. It’s basically a log I’ve made of my time here with the hyungs. I often look back on it for self reflecting purposes.”

Wow. Sounds like he’s been here awhile. You wondered just how long these boys have been stuck in this godforsaken place. And here you were complaining and whining about a mere 24 hours. Heck, probably not even that long. Timidly getting more comfortable, you courageously patted the empty space next to you and spoke shyly in a small voice,

“There’s plenty of room for the both of us if you wanted to lay down too.”

“I prefer reading sitting up. But I suppose I could at least sit next to you. You don’t have cooties or anything, right?”

“Yah, pabo. Shut up and read.”

After the both of your laughter mingled a little, you got settled in deeper into the covers while he himself carefully climbed up onto the bed and in a sitting upright position with his back against the headboard. After clearing his throat a little, you noticed he was starting from the very beginning of the book.

“June 13th,.....”

Wow......they really had been stuck here for a long time. For years. You couldn’t imagine being stuck in this creepy place for so long. And yet here they were. These seven young men trying to live their lives while being stuck in a building with no way out. How had they managed to survive for so long and not lost their sanity? Or even their humanity? Jhope had seemed really nice. Like a ray of sunshine. And Jimin and V were pretty funny when put together in the same room. RM, he had been so kind and gentle with you.

“I searched and searched and searched but couldn’t find a single door. I felt myself going mad. Insane. There had to be a way out. There just had to be, I told myself.”

If you had learned anything from this crazy day, it was that you liked Jungkook’s voice. He made a great storyteller. In fact, it was the very sound of his voice that finally helped lull you to sleep; your pounding headache having dulled tremendously with the help of the painkillers he gave you.

Maybe being stuck here wasn’t so bad after all.

You could learn to make the most of it.

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The Magicians - Chapter 2

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: panic attacks Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You awoke to a gentle shaking of your left shoulder. Someone was shaking and nudging you. Wait......Someone was touching you!

Survival mode flipping on like a light switch, you immediately started flinging your limbs in an attempt to strike at the intruder who was touching you. Why was someone in your apartment? Sure the lock you had on the door wasn’t very secure but still. Who would want to steal anything from you? You didn’t have any belongings worth swiping.

When you heard a male’s yelp of pain and surprise, you could feel them backing away from the lack of body heat radiating off of them. Finally able to sit up and properly defend yourself with fists raised, you were thrown for another loop when you realized----

Oh-----Oh.......

Guess it wasn’t some crazy dream after all. Your heart sunk as you looked around the new room you found yourself in. It was all coming back to you now. The burning building, the creepy masked figure handing you a ticket, the warning of being careful what you wished for. Then you recalled the seven young men who had knocked you out (with a freaking frying pan) and then tied you to a chair with invisible rope and just----it was all so much.

A soft groan of pain tore you out of your little recollection and it was then that you realized you had been attacking one of the men who had captured you. Jung......oh what was his name again? You’d have to ask him in a minute but for the moment, he didn’t look too good. You watched as he stood there covering his nose and you could tell he was wincing in pain.

“You pack quite a punch, you know.”

“Sorry......I----I thought I was in my apartment and I thought you were trying to harm me or something.”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. It’s a lot to take in. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

You smiled sadly in apology at him as he finally removed his hands from his face but still gently tapping on his nose. Looking to you, he asked innocently but with a hint of worry in his tone,

“I’m not bleeding, am I?”

“Nope. Your face is still flawless.”

“You think my face is flawless?”

Great. Way to go, girlfriend. You opened your big mouth before thinking....again. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you let out a cough and tried to shrug off the question by attempting to smooth down your bed head. Knowing you needed to give him some kind of answer, you mumbled shyly in a small voice,

“Well I mean you all have nice faces. For being trapped in this place for so long.”

“I suppose that’s true. How’s your head feeling? Need anymore pain pills?”

He found you quite amusing, really. Of course he could have milked your response for all it was worth and tease you to no end, but he wouldn’t. Just your blushing face alone was enough to satisfy him. It was hard to believe that it had been so many years since the last time he interacted with anyone of the opposite sex. Jungkook had long forgotten what it was like to flirt with women so this little moment was actually quite golden for him. But he would never let you know that.

“Nah. I’m good. But I’m super hungry.”

With a smile, Jungkook nodded and replied casually,

“Dinner should be ready so I can show you the way to the dining hall. It’s not far from here but for a first timer, it might seem like a long trip. Do you want to freshen up in the bathroom first?”

Dang. You hadn’t even thought of that one. Since you didn’t exactly know what time it was, you had no clue how long it had been since you last showered. Not to mention the clothes on your back were the only clothing you now currently owned. You hadn’t exactly packed a bag in preparation to be taking a spontaneous vacation at the Haunted Inn and Suites. Blushing heavily and suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, you nodded and said sheepishly,

“Yeah I think that would be a good idea.....”

What else could you possibly say next? That you didn’t have any toiletries with you? Ask him if you could borrow his? And how did he even get things like that in this place? Was it really that haunted that.....ugh. Nothing made sense. Absolutely nothing. It made your head hurt all over again.

Part of you just wanted to skip all this polite, normalcy nonsense and just go straight to that leader guy and ask him what the hell was going on. But instead you were stuck here feeling like a down right rutter while the man in front of you.....well.....he looked gorgeous.

Every strand of hair was tucked perfectly into place. His outfit was quite flashy, really. The jacket he wore alone looked like it could have been made of blood colored diamonds. And the zebra printed shirt was a nice choice. Those pants.....wow. It was all you could do not to linger on them; more specifically his thighs. Wow. He had thighs like tree trunks. He looked perfect. And you? Well......you didn’t.

Sensing your torn emotions as they practically radiated off of you, Jungkook tried to offer a warm and reassuring smile as he took his hands out of his jacket pockets. With a nudge of his head towards the bathroom, he said casually,

“I’ll take a look in here to see if maybe the place left anything that might work for you. I highly doubt you want to use my stuff. But if worse comes to worse, it won’t be a problem for you to borrow my shampoo and such. I’ll be right back.”

“O--Okay. Thanks.....”

Of course he knew the building wouldn’t have anything for you. So he’d have to work a little magic......literally. Once in the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t followed him out of innocent curiosity. Once he confirmed the coast was clear, he turned back to the bathroom counter and took a moment to stare at himself in the huge vanity mirror. Perhaps he was a little overdressed for a simple dinner but with a female in their presence, he felt the need to look a little more.....presentable.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. With his hands out in front of him and palms facing the counter, he imagined what kind of products a young woman such as yourself might use in this day and age. Had anything really changed about the outside world since they had been locked up in this godforsaken place?

By the time he opened his eyes, there were several bottles in front of him. One bottled of shampoo, another for conditioner. Then there was the bottle of body wash. A bottle of body lotion in case you moisturized after a shower. Jungkook prided himself on everything he had managed to think of. If it wasn’t for him having at least one sister to grow up with, he’d have been screwed for sure. Clearing his throat, he took things a step further and asked casually in curiosity,

“Say----what’s your favorite scent for body wash?”

Well that question took you by surprise. Sitting there on the bed looking completely confused but knowing he couldn’t see that, you felt your eyebrow raise in curiosity before replying a bit hesitantly,

“Well......the kind I have at home is honey vanilla. It’s.....it’s cheap but I like it.”

Stupid. Why did you feel the need to tell him it was cheap? All he asked for was your favorite scent. Not details on your poor financial status. Blushing and hoping with all your might that he didn’t come out, it would seem the gods were not on your side (were they ever???) and you watched as the young man came out of the bathroom with a pleasant smile on his face and holding up a bottle of something in each hand.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day. I found a bottle of body wash and a bottle of body lotion and they’re the same scent. Must have been part of a collection line or something. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Ye-Yeah. Pretty lucky.”

Truth be told, he had used a little extra magic to make that happen. Originally he had made everything strawberry scented but that was just because he remembered it being his sister’s favorite scent when she was younger. But as soon as he found out what your own personal favorite was, suddenly everything became centered around those fragrances. He could tell you were a bit flustered which he expected. The two of you were still strangers and he was sure all of this was pretty surreal for you.

“Well I’ll give you some privacy. Take your time. I was able to find everything you should need to feel human again. There’s a towel and wash cloth sitting on the toilet seat next to the shower stall. But just shout if you need anything and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Th--Thanks.....um.......I’m sorry. I forgot your name already.”

“It’s okay. My name is Jungkook.”

The blush on your face was starting to feel permanent as you flashed the male a sheepish smile. With a nod and another soft thanks, you climbed out of bed and shuffled uncertainly into the bathroom. Considering what the rest of the building had looked like from the inside, you were shocked to see this bathroom in such great shape. Granted you could tell it had been abandoned for quite some time, but it was still in pretty good condition. Perhaps Jungkook tried to fix it up or something over time.

As you stood under the glorious hot water, your mind was full of....well.....stuff. Mostly questions. So many questions. What was this place? Who were these boys? What were all of you doing here? How did this even happen? Why did this even happen? Why you? And that creepy masked guy. His mask still flashes in your mind’s eyes and just like that, all of these questions started to build and so did the emotions as they bubbled up in your chest. The first sob that left you was soft and hushed.

Jungkook stood outside the bathroom door the second you had shut it. Despite the water of the shower running, he could still hear your soft, quiet sobbing. Of course you’d be crying. He did the same thing when he first found himself stuck here. Crying in the privacy of this stupid room. The real question was......why did it bother him so much? Was it because he just had that much compassion for other humans? Surly it wasn’t because of anything else. You were a complete stranger to him after all.

His heart ached to help you with your emotional pain nonetheless. Maybe because he could relate so well. Lightly shaking his head to clear it, he noticed the lack of running water coming from the other side of the door and quickly stepped away before he could get caught listening in on you. He already felt like he had invaded on your privacy by listening to you cry your heart out in the shower.

So he settled for sitting in the lounge and watching the fire crackle and pop within the fireplace gate. He really did have the best room out of the seven members of Bangtan. But he could never explain why the building liked him so much more than the others. It was something that irritated him to no end. Despite there being perks to being the baby of the group, this seemingly special treatment he was getting from the building just rubbed him the wrong way.

“J--Jungkook.”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by your small, timid voice coming from the bathroom doorway. His head whipping over in that general direction, he could see you now standing a few steps away from him; probably about halfway between the bathroom and himself at the lounge. He noticed you were wearing the same clothing you had been discovered in. Wait........oops.

“Oh gosh. I’m so sorry. I never even thought to see if we had any fresh clothes for you. Here. Let me go see if----”

“Ani ani. I’m okay. These are fine. Really.”

“Nope. Too late. I’m already up.”

“Jung----”

“Nope.”

“Koo---”

“Ah---”

When you realized he wasn’t even going to let you get a single syllable out, you huffed in annoyance while he beamed in victory. Plopping yourself down into an empty armchair, you waited like a pouting child with your arms crossed as he rummaged around in another room. If it wasn’t a spare bedroom then it was hard to tell what was in there. Apparently there had to be something that held clothing because you could hear drawers being opened and closed.

“Ah ha! Found something!”

Looking up from the fireplace with a pout still firmly in place, you see the male holding up a fresh folded set of clothing. Not that you knew this, but he had actually just conjured them while ‘rummaging’ around and ‘looking’ for them. Still sporting that bunny smile of victory, he handed you the clothing and gently shooed you back into the bathroom where you swallowed your pride and changed into them.

You felt quite.....out of place? Surprisingly enough, Jungkook had managed to find you some clothing that were actually female’s clothing. But the thing was.....they weren’t really your style. For so long you had just worn the cheapest clothing you could find but these threads......well......they were definitely out of your budget range.

Faded skinny jeans that hugged what thigh meat you had, a deep cut white tank top that tapered down in four corners, and to finish off the ensemble was a leather moto jacket that fit you as if it was made for you. The shampoo and conditioner that he found for you in the bathroom had really improved the health of your hair. Well....it didn’t look as straw textured as before. You had honestly never used conditioner in your life......you just felt like it was something you didn’t need to spend any spare money on.

“You okay in there? Does something not fit?”

“Oh!----No no! I’m okay.”

Feeling ridiculous for making him wait, you opened the door to the bathroom carefully and stepped back out into the general area of the room. A blush started to blossom on your face as you watched him look you up and down. The shirt was deep cut but since you didn’t really have much meat on your bones....and you had never really been.....well endowed, the deep cut was pointless to show off any cleavage. Not to mention you also bought the cheapest bras you could find so that didn’t help you any.

“You look much better. Feeling better?”

“Kind of? I’ve......I’ve never really worn clothing like this before. But the shower was very nice and it even helped clear my head up a bit.”

His heart felt heavy because he knew darn well you were just putting on a brave face for him. Putting up those sturdy walls of yours. If he hadn’t heard your hushed sobbing in the shower earlier, he would have probably believed you. But he knew better. Smiling all the same, he nodded and nudged his head towards the door of his room and said casually,

“How about we get you some food now, huh?”

“Yes. I’d like that, very much.”

The walk to the dining hall did seem rather long but you were sure it was for the exact same reason Jungkook mentioned earlier. Simply put; because it was all new to you. The place was still creepy as hell but you didn’t feel quite as afraid with a warm body next to you. Despite Jungkook being a complete stranger, he had been nothing but kind to you from the moment you guys locked eyes with each other.

Eventually the two of you came up to a set of double doors. On the other side, you could hear plenty of voices and it sounded pretty chaotic in there. You were pretty sure you heard names being tossed around and mild threats of starvation and....yeah. It sounded pretty crazy in there.

“Look.....I know you have a lot of questions but.......try to enjoy your first meal here. Don’t make the same mistake we did. This place is hell but.....we’ve made the most of it. And we’ll help you. I know that’s probably a lot thrown at you but......just trust me. If you trust no one else, you can trust me.”

The male’s voice had broken you away from the mess on the other side of the double doors and you found yourself staring up at a sheepishly smiling Jungkook. He was actually quite cute when he was all bashful like that. But then again, you thought he was cute the second you noticed him. But you couldn’t think about cute boys right now. You had to get out of here. You had to get home.

‘Sorry, Kook. But this girl flies solo.’

“Yah!! V! I swear to god if you break one more plate I’m banning you from the kitchen!”

“It slipped out of my hand! Honest!”

“I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been honest in your life, V.”

“Stuff it, Hobi hyung! You’re not helping!”

“Guys, guys. Can we all get along??? There’s a cute girl here now. I want to impress her and you’re cramping my style and ruining our image!”

“Poor Chim Chim. The dry spell has hit him hard now that a girl’s in the vicinity.”

You felt yourself blushing and you glanced over to see Jungkook awkwardly scratching and rubbing at the back of his head and neck; cheeks turning a brighter and brighter shade of pink with every passing second. Upon opening the doors, you two walked in on quite the sight.

Jhope had V in a sloppy headlock while Jimin was trying to clean up broken shards of what you guessed was the poor plate V had in his hands only moments ago. Meanwhile, Jin was bustling around with the help of Suga as bowls and dishes of all kinds of food were being placed on one of the huge, long tables. It really was a dining hall. When yours and Jungkook’s presence had been made aware, everything else went to crap.

“Princess! You look great!”

There was a soft ‘oof!’ as Jhope suddenly let go of V’s head; causing the male to fall to the ground in a heap. While Jhope and Jimin both rushed over to greet you, you could see over their shoulders an embarrassed looking RM coming over to help pick V up off the floor along with picking up the remaining pieces of plate that Jimin had left abandoned for someone to step on.

“Wow. Jungkookie you cleaned her up good! Nice choice in clothing! I approve.”

You continued to blush as Jhope gushed over how nice you looked. Meanwhile, Jungkook was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. Thankfully the two of you were put out of your misery (or at least Kook was) as Jhope took your one arm and Jimin took your other and they announced happily,

“You’re sitting with us!”

Oh boy.

“Alright, everyone! Take your seats and let’s eat. I refuse to let this food get cold.”

There was a male chorus of, “Yes, Jin umma.”

After having no choice but to sit between Jhope and Jimin, you watched as the seven boys started grabbing for dishes left and right on the table. Suga and RM were a lot more civilized about it while V and Jungkook acted like they hadn’t ate anything in three weeks. You were pretty sure you heard Jin mumbling something about ‘savages’.

Meanwhile, the boys on either side of you were helping by offering suggestions on what to eat and what tasted the best. Honestly, it all looked good. However.....with all the questions filling your head to the brim, it was hard to think about eating. And that was when Jungkook’s words from earlier rang in your head. Trying to take his word for it, you started to pile your plate with what looked good and even took some of the boys’ suggestions to heart and plated some of that too.

It was then that RM spoke in his leader-like tone of voice. Everyone knew to be quite while they ate.

“Okay. First off, thank you Jin hyung for another amazing dinner. It’s always appreciated. We appreciate everything you do for Bangtan. We wouldn’t be complete without you.”

“I know.”

Jungkook nearly choked on his food and V almost spat out his drink when everyone watched Jin give a cheeky smile and a casual shrug of his shoulders; clearly very proud of himself and everything he did. RM smiled and rolled his eyes playfully before saying,

“Your modesty sways me, hyung. Anyhow.....”

Okay. This was it. Here it comes. You were finally going to get some answers and get the heck out of here.....

“To address the elephants in the room, we’ll start by letting our new guest over here ask her questions as I’m sure she’s dying to get some answers.”

“Yeah, cutie. Ask away! The floor is yours!”

You felt the heat coming back to your face as Jimin had called you cute. You glanced over to see him smiling widely that it was almost blinding. Honestly, it was kind of cute how his eyes got lost in his smile. Looking around the table, it was a little unsettling at how many eyes were on you. All seven pairs looking at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, you shifted in your seat a bit and tried to figure out where the hell you wanted to start.

“What is this place? Do we know anything about it? Why is it here? Tell me what you guys know about this place.”

“Ooouuu. Demanding. I like it---ouch!”

You watched V rubbing his side from where Suga had quite swiftly jabbed him to be silent. Or perhaps it was to be more mature? In your opinion, it had to be both. Meanwhile, the boys all glanced at each other as if having a quick, silent conversation of their own.

Truth be told, while you had been sleeping off your headache (no thanks to V), the boys had all gathered down in the very same dining hall to discuss what all they wanted to share with you. And now was the moment of truth.....or lack there of. It had been a tough decision to make and since RM was their leader and best with words, he was nominated to be the one to answer your questions.

“We have been stuck here for several years but despite the time spent cooped up in this place, we still know very little about it.”

It wasn’t an entire lie. They had indeed spent a lot of time here and they still knew little about it, but from what they did know.....well......RM had to be careful with what he specifically told you. Just in case you really were a threat to them. He had to keep his pack of brothers safe.

“It would appear the building’s origins are still unknown. The biggest discovery we’ve made is that.....well......The building seems to have a mind of its own. As crazy as that may sound.”

“What do you mean by ‘mind of its own?’“

Knowing full well you would ask that question next, RM was prepared to answer but, again, he had to be careful.

“When we first got here, we had no idea where to start searching for an exit. So we decided to split up and try to find any door we could that might get us out of here. In our search we found......what would become our bedrooms.”

The leader gave you a minute to process what he had just said before continuing,

“The next thing we knew, we were finding closets full of clothing. Brand new too. We found toiletries in the bathrooms that didn’t have a speck of dust or mildew on them. Then we eventually found the kitchen. And sure enough, the cabinets were stuffed with food and dinnerware alike. The refrigerator was completely stocked. Nothing with expired dates either. It was crazy to process.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like for them. Or maybe you could? Speaking of them, the seven boys had since then started eating but this time more somberly. Jungkook and V had settled down a lot now that their leader was speaking. RM seemed to hold a lot more authority than you originally gave him credit for.

“It was as if the building knew our every need. Except our need to get home. Back to our homes where our family and loved ones are. Our entire world was outside of these walls and there was no way to get to them. To let our loved ones know we were okay. That we weren’t dead.”

That was something you couldn’t really relate to. The only person that might come close to missing you would be your boss who owned the diner you worked at. You didn’t really have any family left who would care what happened and aside from your fellow night shift coworker, you really didn’t have anyone. But seeing the look on RM’s face......you could tell the desperation to return home was still very much there.

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

“Good to know.........So who was the creepy masked guy who handed me the ticket? You guys looked almost just like him when I woke.......Wait!”

It all came rushing back to you as you once again recalled what had happened to you within the last 24 hours. The creepy masked ticket booth guy----And then them. The seven boys you were sitting here eating dinner so casually with. They were weirdos too!

Survival mode kicking in once again, you cursed yourself for letting your walls down and immediately picked up the steak knife that had been perched next to your dinner plate. Flying back out of your seat, you stood there brandishing the blade in front of you as you tried to put as much distance between them and yourself as possible. They all looked back at you with mixed expressions.

Suga looked the least bit bothered but he did seem a bit more alert than before. Jin looked concerned but tried to school his features. Jimin and Jhope were looking extremely worried for you while V was just in shock at your sudden outburst. RM remained pretty calm too; having expected something like this to come up. And then there was Jungkook. He should have known better than to think you’d trust him like he told you to. They were all complete strangers to you. But he had hoped you would believe him at least a little bit.

“You’re just like the ticket booth freak! He handed me a ticket and then you guys knocked me out! You’re working with him! Tell me! What is it you want from me?! And you!”

You pointed the knife at Jimin with wild eyes as you started to panic; your chest heaving and the room trying to spin a bit. The knife shook in your hand but you couldn’t help it. You needed answers. Things were happening that weren’t logical. They weren’t realistic at all and it was messing with your rationale. Everything you thought you knew was being put into question and that freaked you the hell out.

“What was with that crazy umbrella? And when I was tied to the chair----where were the ropes?!?! What’s going on here!?! What are you people!?!?

Jimin stared at you with sad eyes full of apology. Oh how he wanted to explain everything to you but he often spoke with his heart and let his emotions do the talking which was why he willingly offered to keep silent during this little questions and answers session. But the male’s silence only angered you as you shouted hoarsely,

“Answer me!”

You had no idea tears were starting to stream down your face. Everything was falling apart. You were tired, hungry, and nearly sick. It didn’t help that you had to ration your food on a meal to meal basis just to have enough money to make it day by day. You weren’t anorexic, but you also didn’t have a whole lot of meat on you either. It was just part of being poor. But having went for so long and not eating anything, well......it was definitely not doing you any favors. You always tended to cry at the drop of a hat when you hadn’t eaten in a long while.

You heard someone calling your name softly and the next thing you knew, Jungkook was standing in front of you. He looked calm but sad. You couldn’t see it, but the other six men appeared to tense up as their baby of the group approached you. You were like a wild animal but all Jungkook saw was a scared puppy who had been abandoned by the world and had to fend for themselves for far too long.

“Give me the knife.....please.”

“No! You stay the hell away from me, you creep!”

“Please calm down. Please.....You can trust me. I promise. Remem----”

“No! I will not calm down! You people aren’t human! What do you want?! To pick my human brain or something?!”

Jungkook called your name again just as softly and soothingly as before as he took a step forward and watched you take a step back. He hated that he was literally backing you into a wall but you didn’t really give him much choice. The knife was ten times more dangerous with the way it was shaking in your hand. He knew you were becoming weaker and weaker; he could sense it in your aura. It was a gift of his. A gift of many.

“Please. I will answer all your questions but please.....give me the knife. I promise none of us want to hurt you. I promise. You can trust me. Remember last night? I shared some of my deepest and darkest thoughts to you. It was because I trusted you.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He did indeed share things with you but he was selective with what he shared. Things from his journal that he had already shared with the others. But still, he hoped it would be enough of a little white lie to get you to calm down. You were shaking so violently and he knew he needed to get some kind of nutrients in your system or you’d really fall ill.

“But you all----”

“Forget about them. They aren’t here. It’s just you and me. Just focus on me. You can trust me. I need you to breathe for me.”

He hated sounding like a broken record but he felt that if he would say it enough times, that you might actually believe him and just....trust him. He really couldn’t blame you for your doubts but he just really needed you to believe him. Meanwhile, the boys took the hint and Jin started giving out soft orders for the others to clean up while he went and made you something far more suited for your current state of health. Comfort food.

Suga went into the kitchen to help Jin with your new, revised dinner menu while V, RM, and Jhope started cleaning up the dinner plates and half empty bowls of side dishes. Although Jhope kept glancing at you worriedly with saddened eyes; clearly feeling guilty for having upset you so much. But did any of them expect this to go well? Not really.

However, Jimin was begging for punishment as he slowly and carefully made his way toward the two of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the blonde male approaching and you started to whimper and tried to point your shaking knife towards his way. But you felt a gentle hand grip your wrist and swiftly take the dinner blade from your hand. It had to have been Jungkook for suddenly the knife was handed to the older blonde. It was then that Jimin spoke in his warm, gentle tone,

“Cutie. I’m so very sorry for scaring you. I promise that my umbrella isn’t going to hurt you. In fact, I’ll show you some really cool things it can do later, okay? Just listen to Jungkookie and relax. He’s right. You can trust him.”

Your walls were crumbling and the two boys knew it. Even if Jungkook knew your walls better than Jimin did. The youngest locked eyes with you once more and he could see your resolve fading away. The whimpers falling past your quivering lips increasing in volume and your body shaking. He could see you trying to hold on but it made his heart heavy. Holding you up with one arm, he reached out his free hand and cupped your cheek while using his thumb to try and swipe away tears.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You can let go. I’ve got you.”

It was strange how you knew exactly what he was talking about. Were you really that much of an open book? Or were your walls just that poorly constructed? Either way, his words rung in your head and the next thing you knew, your body was falling and your world was fading to black. Jimin’s voice sounding like it was miles away as he asked Jungkook what was wrong with you.

You can let go.....I’ve got you.....

When you woke up, the first thing that registered was how you were a bit sore. Your head sported a dull ache and your muscles felt bruised. As you opened your eyes a bit wider, you recognized the room to be Jungkook’s. The curtains were all pulled in as they were before to keep the room dark and the fire was crackling over in the corner. That was where Jungkook himself was perched as he seemed to be quite entranced with the flames.

What the heck happened?

There was dinner......Which you had no recollection eating. Your stomach confirmed that much for you as it felt like it was trying to eat itself with the hunger pains you were experiencing. But what happened at the dinner table? You laid there trying to remember. Something major had to have happened otherwise you wouldn’t feel this crappy.

“How are you feeling?”

The soft spoken question made you jerk into high alert on the bed as you refocused your eyes onto the male who had since stood up and was slowly and carefully approaching you. It was then that you noticed he had changed into pajamas. Pretty simple ones; just a baby blue plaid set. It looked good on him. But then again.....he seemed like the type of guy where anything looked good on him. Lucky.

“I um........What happened?”

Seeing that scared puppy look in your eyes, he decided it was best to make you think you had the upper hand and had the control of the situation by crouching down at the side of the bed. This way you’d be looking down at him rather than up and feeling towered over. Which actually......that kind of made you more like a cat. He had read where cats like to feel in control by perching on higher ground so that they can observe and be in control of what’s going on around them.

Not to mention you got quite defensive like a cat. And.....you seemed like a loner. Perhaps you were part cat and you didn’t even realize it?

“You had a panic attack during dinner. It......It was a lot for you to take in, honestly. We should have approached the whole questions and answers thing a little bit better. I can see why Namjoon hyung approached things the way he did but.....well......you’re quite the unpredictable one.”

You stared at him while turning to lay on your side so that you could face him fully. He smiled that cute, sheepish smile he wore whenever he was growing nervous. When had you noticed that? Oh well. Back to the information he had given you. You had a panic attack? Had you ever had one of those? You couldn’t ever recall having one. Hearing a soft sigh along with the calling of your name, you refocused.

“Do you believe in magic?”

Well that was a strangely random and cliche question. What was this? Some kind of movie scene they were reenacting? Giving him a look that said as much, you felt your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion and your head shifted a bit on the pillow as you tried to figure out how to answer such a question.

“Um......no? Magic doesn’t exist. That’s just......well.....made up. It’s not real. There’s no amount of science that proves it to be real. Even those goofy, corny magicians admit that their tricks are all made up of carefully crafted illusions. So I guess to answer your question, no. I don’t believe in magic.”

The irony of your response was heavy and it was all Jungkook could do not to bust out laughing from it. And yet, he couldn’t say you were entirely wrong. It was true, there were a lot of phonies out there who tried to call themselves magicians when really all they were was a bunch of....well.....frauds. Phonies. Frauds. It all meant the same thing. They weren’t real magicians. Not like Bangtan.

“What if.......What if I could prove it to you?”

“What? That.......That magic is real?”

You gave him a look and it clearly screamed that you were questioning his sanity. Perhaps being cooped up in this creepy, haunted building for so long was-----

Haunted.........Haunted........

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

And just like a floodgate being opened, everything came back to you. The dinner table. The questions and answers session. Then----the knife----your heaving chest----the fear that had coursed through you. You could hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your little trip down memory lane.

“You remember, don’t you? You remember everything. If you would just relax, I can explain.”

“Explain? Explain??? Jungkook, don’t you dare try to tell me magic is real. Because it isn’t.”

“Then explain Jimin hyung’s umbrella. Tell me. What’s the science behind his umbrella.”

He didn’t want to have to do things this way but Jeon Jungkook had never backed down from a challenge in his life. The gloves were officially off and he was ready to prove you wrong. Lady or not. And so standing up, he flung his arm out and pointed his open hand to the lounge area.

With wide eyes, you watched as an armchair came floating towards the two of you; gravitating towards the male’s hand. He moved his open hand gently towards the floor and the chair went with it as it suddenly came to a soft thud at the side of the bed. Taking a seat and swinging one leg over the other with his arms resting comfortable on the arms of the chair, you watched him poke his tongue into the inside of his cheek; looking absolutely cocky.

“I’ll let you explain the science behind that one after you’ve explained the umbrella.”

Okay you had to admit, that was pretty cool. And really hot. However, your mind easily generated a cookie cutter response as you sat up in defiance and folded your arms.

“Wires.”

“Wrong. But feel free to check the room for them later. Now back to the umbrella.”

“Mechanical. It’s obviously a piece of technology disguised as an umbrella.”

“Clever response but still wrong. Try again.”

“Trick mirrors.”

“Wrong again.”

“Ugh! Jungkook! There is no such thing as magic! This place has caused you to go insane! Don’t you see that?!?!”

You were running out of rational explanations but you refused to back down. You knew darn well that magic wasn’t real. It just wasn’t. Simple as that. A known fact of life, even. But the male next to you sitting in the chair refused to back down either. After inhaling and breathing deeply out his nose, causing his nostrils to flare a little, he patted the arms of the chair once before sitting up straight and holding his right hand out to you.

Confused, you weren’t sure what he was doing so instincts lead you to reach out with your hand to grab his but he stopped you with his free hand. After making a sound to stop you as well, he simply said,

“Just watch.”

With a huff of annoyance, you did as you were told and watched his hand. This was pointless. What was he even trying to prove by doing all of this? However, you tried to pay genuine interest in what he was doing all the same. And as the two of you sat there in his bedroom, you watched as a small flame suddenly burst from his open palm.

A gasp left you breathless. The flame was small but it burned bright and strong. The flames licked at the male’s skin but it never burned or blemished the flesh.

“See this? See how closely huddled up we are watching this flame. Do you really think I have some kind of trick mirror wedged between us somewhere or perhaps wires hanging above our heads? And I can promise you, my arm is not mechanical or robotic. I’ll even break a bone if it means you believing me.”

You stared at his hand with a loss for words. Lips parted with a rational response that you were never going to find. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as your narrow human mind tried to logic it all out. But there was nothing to figure out. Nothing to explain. You couldn’t understand it. But maybe you weren’t meant to. Perhaps you were meant to just.....accept it for what it was. Magic.

Jungkook watched as those walls crumbled once again. Your eyes went from that guarded, hollow look, to something bright and alive like a child’s. In fact, you were leaning in and inspecting the flames closer much like a curious child. And yet again, another feline-like trait. Such a curious cat you were.

Having no idea what you were doing or what you were thinking, you felt yourself take an inhale of air and tried to blow out the flame in his hand. And just as you expected, the flame went out. His palm was flawless as always. No damage had been done while the flame sat there. This was when the male decided to mess with you a little; his bunny smile unbeknownst to you.

The flame suddenly popped up again. Burning just as brightly as it did before. Staring at his hand in confusion, you leaned back in again and tried to blow the flame out once more. And just like last time, the burning bundle of energy died out. Just as you were about to lean back again, the fire came back to life in his hand. You repeated this same scenario at least two more times before the male’s laughter started to fill the room; followed by your whine of frustration.

“Koooook!! Stop it!”

“Oh my god! Are we really sitting here doing this?! You should see yourself right now!! You’re hilarious!”

You sported the ultimate pout while watching him fall back into the armchair while clutching his stomach with both of his now free hands. Haha. Yes die of laughter. You thought to yourself as you watched him slowly recover. Taking deep breaths and wiping fake tears away from the corners of his eyes, he sat up straighter in the chair and flashed you a bright bunny smile.

“Now that you believe me, how about we get you some dinner. Jin hyung made you some soup and the bread is still really fresh.”

“Who says I believe you?”

He had started to physically lift the chair to carry it back to the lounge when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at you. His one eyebrow rising in challenge and dang......you could feel your cheeks heating up. That stare. Why did he have to look like such a freaking sex god or something??? With a shrug, he responded casually,

“I guess you don’t have to believe me. Just don’t be surprised when you see the guys and myself using magic in front of you. Now eat.”

By this time, he had put the armchair back and was carrying over a tray with a bowl of still steaming soup and a loaf of bread that had been perfectly sliced. You could spot a small dish of butter on the side along with a spoon and butter knife for silverware. A perfectly steam-pressed cloth napkin was the bed for said silverware. Dang. This was hotel style service.

The tray had legs so that it could be placed over your lap but high enough that you could eat comfortably. So there you sat with your pillows propped up against the headboard and a lap full of food with a glass of orange juice. Just the smell made your stomach growl in anger. Feeling a set of eyes on you, you began to lift a slice of bread and used your other hand to pick up the butter knife. But as you tried to get butter on the knife and then transport the butter onto the slice of bread, you noticed how horrible your hands were shaking.

How embarrassing. It was probably from your low blood sugar which you often fought with. But you supposed that’s what happens when you try to make meals last longer than they should. Feeling those same set of eyes on you, you huffed and said in annoyance,

“Please don’t stare.”

“Sorry. I just......do you want help?”

“No thank you. I appreciate the offer but.....I can do this myself.”

Jungkook bit back a sigh. And there went the walls again. Reconstructed and stronger than ever. But he honored your wishes and turned away to give you your privacy while you attempted to eat. How was it that you could make his heart feel light as a feather one moment, but then make it feel like lead the next? Why wouldn’t you let him in? Let him help you? He had a feeling he knew why, but.......It didn’t make him feel any better.

While you were determined to eat on your own, the male kept himself busy by bustling around his bedroom. Now that things had settled down and the mood had turned somber, he had went into that same mystery room as before and came back with a fresh set of pajamas for yourself. Why he didn’t just conjure them up in front of you was a mystery even to himself.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet and even a little subdued. You knew you shouldn’t have snapped at him. He was just trying to help. That’s all he had ever done from the moment you met him. But.....you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him in. You were too full of pride and to be quite honest......being on your own was....well......it was all you’ve really ever remembered. You were pretty sure you had shooed him away out of cowardice. You were scared. Scared to let someone in because......what if you got hurt?

After you had finally managed to eat all the soup and at least half the loaf of bread, you were forced to drink at least half the glass of orange juice before you were even allowed to look at the soft, pink pajama set waiting for you and practically calling for you at the foot of the bed. After picking them up, you went to the bathroom to change and use the toilet one last time before bed.

Now came the fun part. After having another stare down with the two of you crossing your arms in stubbornness and refusing to back down, it was decided that you’d share the bed. The reasoning being that the couch would be uncomfortable and the bed was plenty large enough to still keep distance between you both.

“Are you cold? I can warm things up.”

“Jungkook......try anything and I will magically kick you out of this bed.”

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The Magicians - Prologue

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure with a hint of Romance, some Comedy in there too Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None at the moment Pairing: OT7 x reader (but will eventually become Jungkook x reader) Notes: magicians!bts au. They are not the idols we all know and love.

SERIES MASTERLIST

They say be careful what you wish for. Loopholes. Fate will always find the loopholes in your wishes and twist those wishes into your worst nightmare while in the end you got what you wanted. Funny how that works out, right? Think about that one.

Be careful what you wish for.

Magic. They say it doesn’t exist. However, there are those few who still believe. Whether they entirely understand what they believe in remains to be seen. Magic has several different meanings in this new day and age. You can find something magical. An event will feel like magic. But those are all figures of speech.

Does magic----does real solid magic exist?

Yes. Yes it does. You just can’t see that it’s there. Magic will only reveal itself to you if it wishes.

Magicians. They lurk among us normal human mortals; blending in perfectly with society. But even magicians stumble sometimes. They find themselves stuck and no magic can help them.

Fate. Such a fickle thing. Something we try to control as if it’s a tangible item when in reality, we have absolutely no say in the situation. Fate will write our story, our sole job is to play the part accordingly.

What’s your story?

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BTS Series: The Magicians

After seven years of not writing, I’m back with something that I think could be a huge hit. I was inspired by the Fake Love Teaser 1 video. So here’s a summary:

You (the reader) stumble upon a strange looking building after walking aimlessly through the night; feeling lost with no sense of direction or purpose. Just going through the motions of life. You walk inside the building as it....calls to you. And just up ahead inside the entrance, is a booth. Almost like a ticket booth.

The creepy looking masked figure gives you something. It’s a ticket. An actual ticket. But for what? Before you can figure it out, the masked figure disintegrates and the ticket booth along with them. You’re now stuck in this building. And that’s when you meet......them.

Bangtan. A group of who you later find out are magicians. Seven young men who find themselves locked up in this strange building same as you. They are each unique in their own right.

Jin - the mysterious one that even Bangtan knows nothing about. His magical abilities are even unknown to them. Loves flowers and tries to take care of any that grow in the building, but alas, the conditions just aren’t fit for flowers to last long. A great cook too.

RM - wears a black hair tie around his wrist as a keepsake from a former lover. Is wise and very powerful. The leader of their little group.

Suga - Always has a lolipop on him. Trying to kick an old bad habit of smoking. Keeps to himself mostly unless he feels the need to include himself in conversation. A silent mastermind in the group.

Jhope - The baker in the group. Loves to bake. Loves sweets, especially Snickers candy bars. He’ll tell you they have a special place in his heart but he won’t tell you why. He’s like a ray of sunshine in the dark and musty building you all find yourselves stuck in. Very nice dancer too.

Jimin - Also a great dancer. Will often have dance battles with Jhope; kind of like sparing only for dancers instead of knights with swords. Their dance moves are their weapons. He carries around an umbrella that holds his magic. It acts as a wand or staff to help channel his magic as he pleases. Is very talkative and always seeking praise from you.

V - Has a real name but he’ll never tell you no matter how much you beg and give him puppy eyes. He carries around a backpack that contains....stuff. Most likely forms of magic. He likes to keep the contents a secret or he’ll selectively tell you what’s inside. He’s mischievous that way; a very playful guy. He often plays Hide and Seek with you and the other younger members of the group.

Jungkook - The youngest magician of the group. It’s obvious that he has a huge weight on his shoulders just from how worn out he appears most times. He will slowly but surly confide in you. Revealing that he has a key but that he has no idea what to do with it. He blames himself for him and his brothers being trapped in this godforsaken building. He believes the key is their way out. But where’s the door?

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BTS Series - The Magicians

Headcanons

So the Fake Love MV Teaser 1 video inspired the whole fic, but the actual music video itself is what’s fueling my imagination for this story. We’re talking magic mirrors, flooding rooms, quicksand made of Snickers candy bars. Plenty of near death experiences. And along the way in this adventure with Bangtan the Magicians, there are clues that await you. Clues that you help Bangtan figure out. It’s one big mystery. But will you all go crazy before you solve it?

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BTS Series - The Magicians

Shipping

I’ve got a good chunk of the plot typed out and what order I want the first handful of chapters to be written in. From the looks of things (which I have such mixed guilty feelings about) I’m thinking in the end, this is going to be a jungkook x reader ship fic.

It makes me grumpy because I don’t want my Jungkook Trash self influencing this fic but at the same time, it’s obvious that Jungkook plays a huge role in the Fake Love music video. It’s definitely going to be a slow burn ship. Because the reader spends plenty of time with the other boys. Plenty. In fact......Jungkook doesn’t even get to give the reader her first kiss.

But as the reader and Jungkook start working together to solve this mystery, they naturally grow closer and closer. The reader is bound and determined to help Jungkook figure out the mystery behind his key and try to find the door that it unlocks.

So I’ve decided that yes, it’s going to be a Jungkook x reader ship based fic.

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lizardsocial replied to your post: The Magicians - Chapter 1

I am hooked! I’m loving the mystery and the bits of humor in it. I can’t wait for the next part!

och-ako replied to your post: The Magicians - Chapter 1

LOVE IT

och-ako replied to your post: The Magicians - Chapter 1

when V hit her with a frying pan, I died

@lizardsocial @och-ako I’m so glad you guys liked it! X3 It’s really choppy for a first chapter but I’m gonna take my time with Chapter 2. Cause there’s going to be a good bit of dialogue and there’s going to be an action scene probably somewhere in there too.

But yes I was trying to figure out what he might use and I dunno. Frying pan came to my mind. I imagine it was probably one of Jin’s too. XD hahaha!