Nadii

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ '𝟎𝟓 | 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐣 | 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 me ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

[theothernads]

── .✦ REVERIE : 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

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༻❁༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ guidelines ༻❁༺ dream library ˎˊ-ˋ ༻ me!-ˋ ˏ ༻❁༺ recs ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁༺ yapping ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ--ˋˏ ༻❁

⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ — 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝒎𝒆. 𝖲𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌? 들어봐 𝖭𝖾𝗐𝖩𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌. 𝖲𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃

[theothernads]

Trust, imma jump his ass omg

[theothernads]

۶ৎ─ LIFE AND DEATH || ♡ [TEASER]

ᯓ��.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: After shooting down Grim Reaper Yang Jungwon's ego, he made sure he would never see you, a Soul Bearer, again. However, when the land is infected with freak accidents that seem too much like murder, everyone around him suggests following the centuries-old prophecy. It would be no problem if it didn't include uniting with the very person that he loathed--You, and taking a life-altering gamble just to solve who is taking innocent lives. As much as you and him hold a grudge against each other, will duty keep you apart or will they see past each other's differences, and create a spark?

ᯓ PAIRING: 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻! 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

ᯓ WARNING: death, murder, eventual smut (but only 2 scenes lmao and nowhere in the beginning. Individual warnings will be given in the chapter), politics, arranged marriage, lots of angst if I'm honest, MAGIC. MDNI 𖹭.ᐟ

ᯓ NOTES: I said I would make it happen! Grim Reaper Won and Soul Bearer reader. I do need to edit the first chapter lol. This will be a series btw. But a few. Not too much. I should be out with the first chapter in a day or two. Thank you for your patience. Lastly, Jungwon is hot.

ᯓ [DREAM LIBRARY] °❀⋆.ೃ ᐟ.ᐟ

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“How are we supposed to fulfill something almost imaginary?” You asked quietly, fingers digging into your lap.

“I don’t know,” he replied after a few, quiet seconds. It was a gamble, and he knew you knew it too. Some common ground there.

“Then, what does it entail? To… make this prophecy true?” You asked carefully. Your parents never told you in full how one connected to it. All you knew was that a wand and scythe was needed for it.

His gaze wandered a little before landing on you like he was trying to creep into the territory without scaring you. “My parents have said it a few times…” He got to his feet, cautiously approaching with a generous slowness. “We need to let the wand and scythe touch, and they say you fall into a ‘trance’…” he stopped for a second, searching.

You spared a look at his shadowy cuff that shone. “Or?”

“Some say in bed,” he stated casually.

“What?” You exclaimed with pinched brows, disbelief flashing up.

He shut his eyes regretfully before opening them. “Not like that. I mean, in a sleep state in bed. You know how sleep works, right?”

“When we sleep, our souls are detached from the body.” You nodded.

“That means, outside the body, our souls can interact. That is one of the ways.” He watched as you stood just opposite and began to saunter to the big windows. Following, he scanned the curve of your waist, how your hair draped flawlessly behind your back, and the delicate jewel sat in the sea of your strands.

He stopped just behind you.

You realised how stupidly tall he was. “What happens when you… take a soul for death?”

Jungwon was surprised at your interest, considering you wanted to burn holes into his head the other day, but he looked past your face and to the florals bobbing by in the wind outside.

“When I’m delivering them to death, I go to this specific place. Death Meadow, is what I call it. Dark, vast—a field, and it’s where Reapers go,” Jungwon replied, recalling the dim skies and the long grass that would brush his knees.

You frowned. “Is that all it looks like?”

“Did you expect a castle?” He mused, his deep voice rippling down your spine.

“A field is hardly exciting,” you mumbled, crossing your arms almost in defence. He chuckled curtly.

“Death is hardly exciting,” he said back quietly. Your profile exposed the curve of your nose, or your lips which, he had to admit, complimented your… facial harmony.

“I know,” you muttered back, sighing. After a few terse seconds, you rolled out your right hand, letting the bracelet morph into mist to the signature wand. “We should try, shouldn’t we?”

Jungwon’s chest sweeled with the anticipation of it. If there was something, though he didn’t know what, then a marriage was inevitable. A wedding. A life with you. The person he had nearly cursed out loud sixteen days ago. Thinking back to it, maybe he was overreacting, but then the thought crumbled as his ego ached.

You watched his face shift with thoughts, probably knowing how real this all was. The finality pounded through your chest, hammering screws into your muscles until breathing felt tiresome. There was only one way to truly find out.

Wordlessly, you inched the wand forward towards his scythe, ignoring the apprehension twisting violently in your guts.

You shared a look that he mirrored: this would seal their fates into one path.

The scythe touched first. Blade met gem and instantly, a heavy wave rippled from your chest to the base of your spine, activating some other part within you had no experience with. It thrummed in your ears and smoked the space behind your eyes. Bewildered, you glanced at Jungwon and froze when his irises glowed.

No void. His eyes had a corona of something white that haunted his now brown irises. He looked personal. Human. Normal.

Jungwon’s breath hitched as blue slithered and lit your own eyes homed the mist that felt as if they had always been there in the shadows. Inside, his body rattled like fabric shifting over one another, creating a friction and warmth that only felt too energtic to handle as of now.

You departed first, wand clutched to your chest with ferocity. Jungwon’s scythe fell back into a cuff, catching his curt breath that escaped his control. The silence was a sentence on both you and him before Jungwon sighed.

“You felt that, did you not?” He asked, eyes averted.

You nodded once. “Yes.” Your tone eroded by anxiety.

“And you know what that means?” He glanced at you again where acceptance was absent from your stance. Your shoulders were stiff when you tentatively returned his gaze, which was a void once more. “My parents shall talk to yours. For a union.”

He turned, ready to walk out, but your uncertainty followed after him a few steps. “Do you want to get married?” You couldn’t help it. This whole thing had to be turning his axis too.

That made him stop, shoulders shifting beneath like he was preparing a practised answer. Though, it was a second late. A second of hesitance you spotted in yourself. You thought he would be real for a second, but he straightened like a stone wall again.

“I don’t have to want to. I need to,” he answered in a resolved tone before continuing his stride towards the closed doors. Though, his heart protested in angry stomps, which he ignored.

You felt it, however. The worth anchoring his shoulders, fragile as it was huge on him. It curled, a monster he efficiently tucked away.

That was enough to tell you he wasn’t going to back out.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

⋮ ⌞𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗶𝘀 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 (𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄)⌝ ⿻

≽^•⩊•^≼

[theothernads]

۶ৎ─ LIFE AND DEATH || ♡ [TEASER]

ᯓ��.ᐟ SYNOPSIS: After shooting down Grim Reaper Yang Jungwon's ego, he made sure he would never see you, a Soul Bearer, again. However, when the land is infected with freak accidents that seem too much like murder, everyone around him suggests following the centuries-old prophecy. It would be no problem if it didn't include uniting with the very person that he loathed--You, and taking a life-altering gamble just to solve who is taking innocent lives. As much as you and him hold a grudge against each other, will duty keep you apart or will they see past each other's differences, and create a spark?

ᯓ PAIRING: 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗺 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝘄𝗼𝗻! 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿!

ᯓ WARNING: death, murder, eventual smut (but only 2 scenes lmao and nowhere in the beginning. Individual warnings will be given in the chapter), politics, arranged marriage, lots of angst if I'm honest, MAGIC. MDNI 𖹭.ᐟ

ᯓ NOTES: I said I would make it happen! Grim Reaper Won and Soul Bearer reader. I do need to edit the first chapter lol. This will be a series btw. But a few. Not too much. I should be out with the first chapter in a day or two. Thank you for your patience. Lastly, Jungwon is hot.

ᯓ [DREAM LIBRARY] °❀⋆.ೃ ᐟ.ᐟ

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

“How are we supposed to fulfill something almost imaginary?” You asked quietly, fingers digging into your lap.

“I don’t know,” he replied after a few, quiet seconds. It was a gamble, and he knew you knew it too. Some common ground there.

“Then, what does it entail? To… make this prophecy true?” You asked carefully. Your parents never told you in full how one connected to it. All you knew was that a wand and scythe was needed for it.

His gaze wandered a little before landing on you like he was trying to creep into the territory without scaring you. “My parents have said it a few times…” He got to his feet, cautiously approaching with a generous slowness. “We need to let the wand and scythe touch, and they say you fall into a ‘trance’…” he stopped for a second, searching.

You spared a look at his shadowy cuff that shone. “Or?”

“Some say in bed,” he stated casually.

“What?” You exclaimed with pinched brows, disbelief flashing up.

He shut his eyes regretfully before opening them. “Not like that. I mean, in a sleep state in bed. You know how sleep works, right?”

“When we sleep, our souls are detached from the body.” You nodded.

“That means, outside the body, our souls can interact. That is one of the ways.” He watched as you stood just opposite and began to saunter to the big windows. Following, he scanned the curve of your waist, how your hair draped flawlessly behind your back, and the delicate jewel sat in the sea of your strands.

He stopped just behind you.

You realised how stupidly tall he was. “What happens when you… take a soul for death?”

Jungwon was surprised at your interest, considering you wanted to burn holes into his head the other day, but he looked past your face and to the florals bobbing by in the wind outside.

“When I’m delivering them to death, I go to this specific place. Death Meadow, is what I call it. Dark, vast—a field, and it’s where Reapers go,” Jungwon replied, recalling the dim skies and the long grass that would brush his knees.

You frowned. “Is that all it looks like?”

“Did you expect a castle?” He mused, his deep voice rippling down your spine.

“A field is hardly exciting,” you mumbled, crossing your arms almost in defence. He chuckled curtly.

“Death is hardly exciting,” he said back quietly. Your profile exposed the curve of your nose, or your lips which, he had to admit, complimented your… facial harmony.

“I know,” you muttered back, sighing. After a few terse seconds, you rolled out your right hand, letting the bracelet morph into mist to the signature wand. “We should try, shouldn’t we?”

Jungwon’s chest sweeled with the anticipation of it. If there was something, though he didn’t know what, then a marriage was inevitable. A wedding. A life with you. The person he had nearly cursed out loud sixteen days ago. Thinking back to it, maybe he was overreacting, but then the thought crumbled as his ego ached.

You watched his face shift with thoughts, probably knowing how real this all was. The finality pounded through your chest, hammering screws into your muscles until breathing felt tiresome. There was only one way to truly find out.

Wordlessly, you inched the wand forward towards his scythe, ignoring the apprehension twisting violently in your guts.

You shared a look that he mirrored: this would seal their fates into one path.

The scythe touched first. Blade met gem and instantly, a heavy wave rippled from your chest to the base of your spine, activating some other part within you had no experience with. It thrummed in your ears and smoked the space behind your eyes. Bewildered, you glanced at Jungwon and froze when his irises glowed.

No void. His eyes had a corona of something white that haunted his now brown irises. He looked personal. Human. Normal.

Jungwon’s breath hitched as blue slithered and lit your own eyes homed the mist that felt as if they had always been there in the shadows. Inside, his body rattled like fabric shifting over one another, creating a friction and warmth that only felt too energtic to handle as of now.

You departed first, wand clutched to your chest with ferocity. Jungwon’s scythe fell back into a cuff, catching his curt breath that escaped his control. The silence was a sentence on both you and him before Jungwon sighed.

“You felt that, did you not?” He asked, eyes averted.

You nodded once. “Yes.” Your tone eroded by anxiety.

“And you know what that means?” He glanced at you again where acceptance was absent from your stance. Your shoulders were stiff when you tentatively returned his gaze, which was a void once more. “My parents shall talk to yours. For a union.”

He turned, ready to walk out, but your uncertainty followed after him a few steps. “Do you want to get married?” You couldn’t help it. This whole thing had to be turning his axis too.

That made him stop, shoulders shifting beneath like he was preparing a practised answer. Though, it was a second late. A second of hesitance you spotted in yourself. You thought he would be real for a second, but he straightened like a stone wall again.

“I don’t have to want to. I need to,” he answered in a resolved tone before continuing his stride towards the closed doors. Though, his heart protested in angry stomps, which he ignored.

You felt it, however. The worth anchoring his shoulders, fragile as it was huge on him. It curled, a monster he efficiently tucked away.

That was enough to tell you he wasn’t going to back out.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

⋮ ⌞𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 𝗶𝘀 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡 (𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘄)⌝ ⿻

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[cicadarequiem]

ENHYPEN DARK RECOMMENDATIONS + 18

a collection of recs sorted by dark themes, proceed with care, most contain very harsh trigger warnings and Nsfw contents and dark themes. More will be added as i read. proceed with care!

YANDERE

LUST KILLS by @ptolemaeiia therapist jake x reader

LACUNA by @eeunoia park jongseong x reader

MALL RAT by @gyuuberryy sunghoon x reader backrooms

DONT LOOK BACK by @gyuuberryy jungwon x reader backrooms

BARISTA by @erehkinnie30 heeseung x reader

RED LIGHTS by @gyuuberryy jungwon squid games au

BECAUSE I LOVED YOU by @viisator sunghoon x reader

YOU’RE MINE by @semisasseater sunghoon x reader

PARANORMAL

WRONG STOP by @gyuuberryy jay x reader

YOU REMEMBER WRONG by @swiftjay23 jay x reader

VAMPIRE

VELITE by @hooncifer sunghoon x reader

FACILITY OO7 by @theothernads OT7

SWEETEST SIN by @drkbl00d jake x reader

CRIME

KEEPSAKE by @unlocktxt niki x reader

LEVEL 4 by @gyuuberryy niki x reader

AROUND WE GO by @unlocktxt jungwon x reader

HORROR GAME MAID by @aalsbefr OT7

STALKER / OBSSESION

TRAPPED by @lassiie heeseung x reader

GOOD BOY by @nisc0 jake x reader

PRETTY LITTLE LIARS @en-lov OT7

NO EXIT JUST HIM by @elikajinnie heeseung x reader

MANNERS by @cherry-lala sunghoon x reader

LIKE YOU by @stvrrlau sunghoon x reader

CORRUPTION / RELIGION

PREACHERS DAUGHTER by @yinyjw jake x reader

[theothernads]

Thank you for adding Facility 007 !!🩷

[theothernads]

Someone educate Jungwon's ass pls.

And no, I also had no idea that shirt was offensive but someone educated me, so can Jungwon get educated pls😭. Obviously, he may not have known, but that doesn't remove responsibility to get educated, even if it was a mistake.

This doesn't make him problematic (does smth repeatedly and being ignorant), it makes him uneducated asf (mistake without ill intent). Someone educate his ass lol.

Plus, educating isn't hating btw. It's having a productive conversation to make them grow from their mistake.

[theothernads]

He came live, apologised, threw the shirt, apologised directly to Kazakh people, deleted the tiktok video, and didn't shift blame. He said he would do better.

That's called being a decent human being. As he should.

[theothernads]

Someone educate Jungwon's ass pls.

And no, I also had no idea that shirt was offensive but someone educated me, so can Jungwon get educated pls😭. Obviously, he may not have known, but that doesn't remove responsibility to get educated, even if it was a mistake.

This doesn't make him problematic (does smth repeatedly and being ignorant), it makes him uneducated asf (mistake without ill intent). Someone educate his ass lol.

Plus, educating isn't hating btw. It's having a productive conversation to make them grow from their mistake.

[theothernads]

She's so

[theothernads]

.

[theothernads]

I'm not kidding, wtf.

[theothernads]

I'm going to post some edits that I've been drooling over. Genuinely, it's not fair I can't have these people for real.

[theothernads]

▬ ִֶָ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁵⁰ : 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗟 ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

☘︎ TWO CONNECTED FATES <3 — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

▬ ☘︎ SYNOPSIS 🪽 : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

▬ ☘︎. ┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask) ۶ৎ

▬ ☘︎ << M.LIST >> 💌 W.C: 1.1k

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── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE CURSE HAD RENDERED YOU MORE USELESS THAN YOU THOUGHT.

In the small dressing room, you faced the mirror, arms bent awkwardly as you stretched for the zipper. Unfortunately, to your dismay, the zipper kissed the middle of your spine, and leeched onto there. It was stubborn.

And now, you were embarrassed.

Sunghoon was in the Men’s section of clothing, on the opposite side of the fitting rooms. Even then, asking Sunghoon to help you would bridge this awkward distance between you and him. Quite frankly, you didn’t want that. His texts lived, barbed around your throat so that every word was pricked with caution.

You had no idea what to say to him. Or why you agreed for Sunghoon to tag along. Maybe an obligation to him after messing up his royal reputation.

Sigh.

A shuffle from outside alerted you to snap out of your thoughts. Grateful, you sighed loudly.

“Min, is that you? Can you come here? This zipper is so stupid,” you complained, the hollow gaps in your body from dim magic not helping your strength whatsoever.

The curtain moved, a hesitant footstep in with complete silence.

Minji was never quiet.

Your gaze lifted to the mirror in front of you and froze when you saw someone completely different.

Jungwon.

He was at the edge between intimacy and a barrier. Though through his wavy hair, his eyes met yours briefly in the mirror before dropping dangerously to your back. His eyes, intense in their brown pools, began to deepen as his eyes flickered over your spine, the strip of your bra visible in the crevice of the top you were losing against.

Despite the pocket of magic that remained dormant within, the pink flowers blossomed small and clear by your ears as much as you wanted to suppress them. But you couldn’t. His gaze burned like he was already touching you, sending a circuit up your spine.

Snapping out of it, you watched him in the mirror again.

Something in those eyes swam desperately, growing into a thought that never came to the surface before. You had no idea what he was thinking. If he was thinking of the photo. If he was remembering how you clung to him.

Jungwon exhaled quietly, a warmth stirring in his gut. He took a step in. You didn’t tense at all.

“We… haven’t talked since…” Jungwon began quietly, his voice firm but apologetic. He closed the curtain behind him, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“Since we… got drunk and did something stupid?” You finished just as softly, as if the subject was a dangerous territory to bring up.

Jungwon, at that, suddenly had a protest stitched into his sunken brows. “You could call it that, yeah.”

“You could have texted,” you replied as he stepped closer, footsteps stopping just behind you, his warmth practically rippling through the air to your bare spine. The zipper was still stuck.

“I didn’t want to,” he murmured stubbornly. Surprised by the raw honesty in his tone, your eyes snapped back to his face, locking gazes once more. The air knotted at the edges, the unspoken words only fueling the suffocation between.

He sighed, brows relaxing as he tracked your zipped lips. “I wouldn’t be able to comfort you over the phone.” He breathed, as if he knew more than you ever could. “It was my fault for letting anyone give you that much to drink.”

You bit your bottom lip in exasperation as your eyes took a dip. “I made that decision to drink. I could have stopped. Even if I lost.” You hugged yourself. “I don’t even remember what I said to you.”

“Neither do I.” Jungwon breathed, troubled in his tight tone. “I only remember you being sad about something.” He cracked the smallest of smiles despite the forgetfulness. Then, the reality rained on him as he stepped closer, a hand drifting to the zip. It was small in his hand. And his knuckles were a feathering heat to your spine.

You felt it all.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked. “For what?”

He hummed, digging through the multiple layers of stress you had been buried under. “For everything. Even if I’m not responsible for it, you don’t deserve any of this,” he replied, meeting your gaze again. In them, you found the sparkling sympathy he carried with him always. He tugged the zipper upwards, but it strained and made the top ride up a little.

Your arm tightened over the garment, heart hammering with disbelief and desire. His other hand found your hip, warm fingers bleeding through the fabric, and then boiled every nerve beneath your skin, all the way to your heart. All to keep the top in place.

This was worse than being drunk because, at least then, you could have blamed it on the lack of control. But this—you didn’t even stop it. Alarm bells were ringing for miles, down your spine, but then your heart was swallowing it all. You didn’t move.

Deliberately, he began to fight the zipper.

“You’re honestly the least of my problems,” you admitted, shoulder blades flexing. He tugged once. It didn’t give way. His hand flexed on your hip as he yanked the zipper up. It surrendered, and your whole body bolted with something illegal.

This whole thing was illegal.

The zipper began moving up, following the path of his knuckles, which momentarily grazed your spine. Another circuit came alive within, sparking another skip in your heart.

Jungwon swallowed harshly as he saw the lace of the bra. This was worse than nakedness, he had to admit in his head. Although he buried that heated thought underneath ice, and zipped it all the way up.

“Thank you,” you said, now turning to face him. Without the mirror, the heaviness of his gaze was an anvil marking your face. He stayed there as well. Resigned, you spoke. “Why are you here? Shopping?”

“I needed fresh air. And well, as for ‘here’,” he murmured, sparing a measure of the room with his eyes. “I just wanted to talk.”

You also wanted to talk. About so much, but also nothing. There was so much to say, but your actions were just a flicker compared to the scorching thoughts in your head. Silence knotted once more, making you realise that this suffocation wasn’t normal.

It was illegal.

And Minji was probably on her way already.

“You should go,” you whispered, eyes dipping.

Jungwon swallowed once more. “Okay.” He nodded, stepping back once. As soon as that inch of distance was made, you felt the loss of him in the room. It was like you had lost a blanket in the cold.

Jungwon turned, and without saying anything, he left.

The phantom touch of his fingers breathed down your spine, forcing your head to spin once more. You hugged yourself tighter, facing the mirror again.

What the fuck were you doing?

The curtain moved again, revealing Minji with a smile. She spotted your perfectly done-up top and frowned.

“Hey, you did your zip!”

You sighed. “I didn’t.”

Minji pulled a face. “What?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🪽་༘࿐ << M.LIST >> ་༘࿐

۶ৎ───[NOTES] : This one is also a little bit of a filler, but it is a dressing room scene lmfao. I like being messy. Next one is super messy, I'll be real. But, the plot does get thicker!!

🎀 REBLOGS, LIKES +COMMENTS are appreciated <3

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[theothernads]

▬ ִֶָ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁵⁰ : 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗟 ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

☘︎ TWO CONNECTED FATES <3 — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

▬ ☘︎ SYNOPSIS 🪽 : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

▬ ☘︎. ┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask) ۶ৎ

▬ ☘︎ << M.LIST >> 💌 W.C: 1.1k

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE CURSE HAD RENDERED YOU MORE USELESS THAN YOU THOUGHT.

In the small dressing room, you faced the mirror, arms bent awkwardly as you stretched for the zipper. Unfortunately, to your dismay, the zipper kissed the middle of your spine, and leeched onto there. It was stubborn.

And now, you were embarrassed.

Sunghoon was in the Men’s section of clothing, on the opposite side of the fitting rooms. Even then, asking Sunghoon to help you would bridge this awkward distance between you and him. Quite frankly, you didn’t want that. His texts lived, barbed around your throat so that every word was pricked with caution.

You had no idea what to say to him. Or why you agreed for Sunghoon to tag along. Maybe an obligation to him after messing up his royal reputation.

Sigh.

A shuffle from outside alerted you to snap out of your thoughts. Grateful, you sighed loudly.

“Min, is that you? Can you come here? This zipper is so stupid,” you complained, the hollow gaps in your body from dim magic not helping your strength whatsoever.

The curtain moved, a hesitant footstep in with complete silence.

Minji was never quiet.

Your gaze lifted to the mirror in front of you and froze when you saw someone completely different.

Jungwon.

He was at the edge between intimacy and a barrier. Though through his wavy hair, his eyes met yours briefly in the mirror before dropping dangerously to your back. His eyes, intense in their brown pools, began to deepen as his eyes flickered over your spine, the strip of your bra visible in the crevice of the top you were losing against.

Despite the pocket of magic that remained dormant within, the pink flowers blossomed small and clear by your ears as much as you wanted to suppress them. But you couldn’t. His gaze burned like he was already touching you, sending a circuit up your spine.

Snapping out of it, you watched him in the mirror again.

Something in those eyes swam desperately, growing into a thought that never came to the surface before. You had no idea what he was thinking. If he was thinking of the photo. If he was remembering how you clung to him.

Jungwon exhaled quietly, a warmth stirring in his gut. He took a step in. You didn’t tense at all.

“We… haven’t talked since…” Jungwon began quietly, his voice firm but apologetic. He closed the curtain behind him, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“Since we… got drunk and did something stupid?” You finished just as softly, as if the subject was a dangerous territory to bring up.

Jungwon, at that, suddenly had a protest stitched into his sunken brows. “You could call it that, yeah.”

“You could have texted,” you replied as he stepped closer, footsteps stopping just behind you, his warmth practically rippling through the air to your bare spine. The zipper was still stuck.

“I didn’t want to,” he murmured stubbornly. Surprised by the raw honesty in his tone, your eyes snapped back to his face, locking gazes once more. The air knotted at the edges, the unspoken words only fueling the suffocation between.

He sighed, brows relaxing as he tracked your zipped lips. “I wouldn’t be able to comfort you over the phone.” He breathed, as if he knew more than you ever could. “It was my fault for letting anyone give you that much to drink.”

You bit your bottom lip in exasperation as your eyes took a dip. “I made that decision to drink. I could have stopped. Even if I lost.” You hugged yourself. “I don’t even remember what I said to you.”

“Neither do I.” Jungwon breathed, troubled in his tight tone. “I only remember you being sad about something.” He cracked the smallest of smiles despite the forgetfulness. Then, the reality rained on him as he stepped closer, a hand drifting to the zip. It was small in his hand. And his knuckles were a feathering heat to your spine.

You felt it all.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked. “For what?”

He hummed, digging through the multiple layers of stress you had been buried under. “For everything. Even if I’m not responsible for it, you don’t deserve any of this,” he replied, meeting your gaze again. In them, you found the sparkling sympathy he carried with him always. He tugged the zipper upwards, but it strained and made the top ride up a little.

Your arm tightened over the garment, heart hammering with disbelief and desire. His other hand found your hip, warm fingers bleeding through the fabric, and then boiled every nerve beneath your skin, all the way to your heart. All to keep the top in place.

This was worse than being drunk because, at least then, you could have blamed it on the lack of control. But this—you didn’t even stop it. Alarm bells were ringing for miles, down your spine, but then your heart was swallowing it all. You didn’t move.

Deliberately, he began to fight the zipper.

“You’re honestly the least of my problems,” you admitted, shoulder blades flexing. He tugged once. It didn’t give way. His hand flexed on your hip as he yanked the zipper up. It surrendered, and your whole body bolted with something illegal.

This whole thing was illegal.

The zipper began moving up, following the path of his knuckles, which momentarily grazed your spine. Another circuit came alive within, sparking another skip in your heart.

Jungwon swallowed harshly as he saw the lace of the bra. This was worse than nakedness, he had to admit in his head. Although he buried that heated thought underneath ice, and zipped it all the way up.

“Thank you,” you said, now turning to face him. Without the mirror, the heaviness of his gaze was an anvil marking your face. He stayed there as well. Resigned, you spoke. “Why are you here? Shopping?”

“I needed fresh air. And well, as for ‘here’,” he murmured, sparing a measure of the room with his eyes. “I just wanted to talk.”

You also wanted to talk. About so much, but also nothing. There was so much to say, but your actions were just a flicker compared to the scorching thoughts in your head. Silence knotted once more, making you realise that this suffocation wasn’t normal.

It was illegal.

And Minji was probably on her way already.

“You should go,” you whispered, eyes dipping.

Jungwon swallowed once more. “Okay.” He nodded, stepping back once. As soon as that inch of distance was made, you felt the loss of him in the room. It was like you had lost a blanket in the cold.

Jungwon turned, and without saying anything, he left.

The phantom touch of his fingers breathed down your spine, forcing your head to spin once more. You hugged yourself tighter, facing the mirror again.

What the fuck were you doing?

The curtain moved again, revealing Minji with a smile. She spotted your perfectly done-up top and frowned.

“Hey, you did your zip!”

You sighed. “I didn’t.”

Minji pulled a face. “What?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🪽་༘࿐ << M.LIST >> ་༘࿐

۶ৎ───[NOTES] : This one is also a little bit of a filler, but it is a dressing room scene lmfao. I like being messy. Next one is super messy, I'll be real. But, the plot does get thicker!!

🎀 REBLOGS, LIKES +COMMENTS are appreciated <3

╰┈➤ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask)

⋆.˚🦢⋆

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[theothernads]

☘︎ TWO CONNECTED FATES <3 — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

▬ ִֶָ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁵⁰ : 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗟 ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

▬ ☘︎ SYNOPSIS 🪽 : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

▬ ☘︎. ┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask) ۶ৎ

▬ ☘︎ << M.LIST >> 💌 W.C: 1.1k

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── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE CURSE HAD RENDERED YOU MORE USELESS THAN YOU THOUGHT.

In the small dressing room, you faced the mirror, arms bent awkwardly as you stretched for the zipper. Unfortunately, to your dismay, the zipper kissed the middle of your spine, and leeched onto there. It was stubborn.

And now, you were embarrassed.

Sunghoon was in the Men’s section of clothing, on the opposite side of the fitting rooms. Even then, asking Sunghoon to help you would bridge this awkward distance between you and him. Quite frankly, you didn’t want that. His texts lived, barbed around your throat so that every word was pricked with caution.

You had no idea what to say to him. Or why you agreed for Sunghoon to tag along. Maybe an obligation to him after messing up his royal reputation.

Sigh.

A shuffle from outside alerted you to snap out of your thoughts. Grateful, you sighed loudly.

“Min, is that you? Can you come here? This zipper is so stupid,” you complained, the hollow gaps in your body from dim magic not helping your strength whatsoever.

The curtain moved, a hesitant footstep in with complete silence.

Minji was never quiet.

Your gaze lifted to the mirror in front of you and froze when you saw someone completely different.

Jungwon.

He was at the edge between intimacy and a barrier. Though through his wavy hair, his eyes met yours briefly in the mirror before dropping dangerously to your back. His eyes, intense in their brown pools, began to deepen as his eyes flickered over your spine, the strip of your bra visible in the crevice of the top you were losing against.

Despite the pocket of magic that remained dormant within, the pink flowers blossomed small and clear by your ears as much as you wanted to suppress them. But you couldn’t. His gaze burned like he was already touching you, sending a circuit up your spine.

Snapping out of it, you watched him in the mirror again.

Something in those eyes swam desperately, growing into a thought that never came to the surface before. You had no idea what he was thinking. If he was thinking of the photo. If he was remembering how you clung to him.

Jungwon exhaled quietly, a warmth stirring in his gut. He took a step in. You didn’t tense at all.

“We… haven’t talked since…” Jungwon began quietly, his voice firm but apologetic. He closed the curtain behind him, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“Since we… got drunk and did something stupid?” You finished just as softly, as if the subject was a dangerous territory to bring up.

Jungwon, at that, suddenly had a protest stitched into his sunken brows. “You could call it that, yeah.”

“You could have texted,” you replied as he stepped closer, footsteps stopping just behind you, his warmth practically rippling through the air to your bare spine. The zipper was still stuck.

“I didn’t want to,” he murmured stubbornly. Surprised by the raw honesty in his tone, your eyes snapped back to his face, locking gazes once more. The air knotted at the edges, the unspoken words only fueling the suffocation between.

He sighed, brows relaxing as he tracked your zipped lips. “I wouldn’t be able to comfort you over the phone.” He breathed, as if he knew more than you ever could. “It was my fault for letting anyone give you that much to drink.”

You bit your bottom lip in exasperation as your eyes took a dip. “I made that decision to drink. I could have stopped. Even if I lost.” You hugged yourself. “I don’t even remember what I said to you.”

“Neither do I.” Jungwon breathed, troubled in his tight tone. “I only remember you being sad about something.” He cracked the smallest of smiles despite the forgetfulness. Then, the reality rained on him as he stepped closer, a hand drifting to the zip. It was small in his hand. And his knuckles were a feathering heat to your spine.

You felt it all.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked. “For what?”

He hummed, digging through the multiple layers of stress you had been buried under. “For everything. Even if I’m not responsible for it, you don’t deserve any of this,” he replied, meeting your gaze again. In them, you found the sparkling sympathy he carried with him always. He tugged the zipper upwards, but it strained and made the top ride up a little.

Your arm tightened over the garment, heart hammering with disbelief and desire. His other hand found your hip, warm fingers bleeding through the fabric, and then boiled every nerve beneath your skin, all the way to your heart. All to keep the top in place.

This was worse than being drunk because, at least then, you could have blamed it on the lack of control. But this—you didn’t even stop it. Alarm bells were ringing for miles, down your spine, but then your heart was swallowing it all. You didn’t move.

Deliberately, he began to fight the zipper.

“You’re honestly the least of my problems,” you admitted, shoulder blades flexing. He tugged once. It didn’t give way. His hand flexed on your hip as he yanked the zipper up. It surrendered, and your whole body bolted with something illegal.

This whole thing was illegal.

The zipper began moving up, following the path of his knuckles, which momentarily grazed your spine. Another circuit came alive within, sparking another skip in your heart.

Jungwon swallowed harshly as he saw the lace of the bra. This was worse than nakedness, he had to admit in his head. Although he buried that heated thought underneath ice, and zipped it all the way up.

“Thank you,” you said, now turning to face him. Without the mirror, the heaviness of his gaze was an anvil marking your face. He stayed there as well. Resigned, you spoke. “Why are you here? Shopping?”

“I needed fresh air. And well, as for ‘here’,” he murmured, sparing a measure of the room with his eyes. “I just wanted to talk.”

You also wanted to talk. About so much, but also nothing. There was so much to say, but your actions were just a flicker compared to the scorching thoughts in your head. Silence knotted once more, making you realise that this suffocation wasn’t normal.

It was illegal.

And Minji was probably on her way already.

“You should go,” you whispered, eyes dipping.

Jungwon swallowed once more. “Okay.” He nodded, stepping back once. As soon as that inch of distance was made, you felt the loss of him in the room. It was like you had lost a blanket in the cold.

Jungwon turned, and without saying anything, he left.

The phantom touch of his fingers breathed down your spine, forcing your head to spin once more. You hugged yourself tighter, facing the mirror again.

What the fuck were you doing?

The curtain moved again, revealing Minji with a smile. She spotted your perfectly done-up top and frowned.

“Hey, you did your zip!”

You sighed. “I didn’t.”

Minji pulled a face. “What?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

🪽་༘࿐ << M.LIST >> ་༘࿐

۶ৎ───[NOTES] : This one is also a little bit of a filler, but it is a dressing room scene lmfao. I like being messy. Next one is super messy, I'll be real. But, the plot does get thicker!!

🎀 REBLOGS, LIKES +COMMENTS are appreciated <3

╰┈➤ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask)

⋆.˚🦢⋆

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[theothernads]

▬ ִֶָ ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁵⁰ : 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗔𝗟 ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

☘︎ TWO CONNECTED FATES <3 — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

▬ ☘︎ SYNOPSIS 🪽 : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

▬ ☘︎. ┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask) ۶ৎ

▬ ☘︎ << M.LIST >> 💌 W.C: 1.1k

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

THE CURSE HAD RENDERED YOU MORE USELESS THAN YOU THOUGHT.

In the small dressing room, you faced the mirror, arms bent awkwardly as you stretched for the zipper. Unfortunately, to your dismay, the zipper kissed the middle of your spine, and leeched onto there. It was stubborn.

And now, you were embarrassed.

Sunghoon was in the Men’s section of clothing, on the opposite side of the fitting rooms. Even then, asking Sunghoon to help you would bridge this awkward distance between you and him. Quite frankly, you didn’t want that. His texts lived, barbed around your throat so that every word was pricked with caution.

You had no idea what to say to him. Or why you agreed for Sunghoon to tag along. Maybe an obligation to him after messing up his royal reputation.

Sigh.

A shuffle from outside alerted you to snap out of your thoughts. Grateful, you sighed loudly.

“Min, is that you? Can you come here? This zipper is so stupid,” you complained, the hollow gaps in your body from dim magic not helping your strength whatsoever.

The curtain moved, a hesitant footstep in with complete silence.

Minji was never quiet.

Your gaze lifted to the mirror in front of you and froze when you saw someone completely different.

Jungwon.

He was at the edge between intimacy and a barrier. Though through his wavy hair, his eyes met yours briefly in the mirror before dropping dangerously to your back. His eyes, intense in their brown pools, began to deepen as his eyes flickered over your spine, the strip of your bra visible in the crevice of the top you were losing against.

Despite the pocket of magic that remained dormant within, the pink flowers blossomed small and clear by your ears as much as you wanted to suppress them. But you couldn’t. His gaze burned like he was already touching you, sending a circuit up your spine.

Snapping out of it, you watched him in the mirror again.

Something in those eyes swam desperately, growing into a thought that never came to the surface before. You had no idea what he was thinking. If he was thinking of the photo. If he was remembering how you clung to him.

Jungwon exhaled quietly, a warmth stirring in his gut. He took a step in. You didn’t tense at all.

“We… haven’t talked since…” Jungwon began quietly, his voice firm but apologetic. He closed the curtain behind him, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

“Since we… got drunk and did something stupid?” You finished just as softly, as if the subject was a dangerous territory to bring up.

Jungwon, at that, suddenly had a protest stitched into his sunken brows. “You could call it that, yeah.”

“You could have texted,” you replied as he stepped closer, footsteps stopping just behind you, his warmth practically rippling through the air to your bare spine. The zipper was still stuck.

“I didn’t want to,” he murmured stubbornly. Surprised by the raw honesty in his tone, your eyes snapped back to his face, locking gazes once more. The air knotted at the edges, the unspoken words only fueling the suffocation between.

He sighed, brows relaxing as he tracked your zipped lips. “I wouldn’t be able to comfort you over the phone.” He breathed, as if he knew more than you ever could. “It was my fault for letting anyone give you that much to drink.”

You bit your bottom lip in exasperation as your eyes took a dip. “I made that decision to drink. I could have stopped. Even if I lost.” You hugged yourself. “I don’t even remember what I said to you.”

“Neither do I.” Jungwon breathed, troubled in his tight tone. “I only remember you being sad about something.” He cracked the smallest of smiles despite the forgetfulness. Then, the reality rained on him as he stepped closer, a hand drifting to the zip. It was small in his hand. And his knuckles were a feathering heat to your spine.

You felt it all.

“I’m sorry.”

You blinked. “For what?”

He hummed, digging through the multiple layers of stress you had been buried under. “For everything. Even if I’m not responsible for it, you don’t deserve any of this,” he replied, meeting your gaze again. In them, you found the sparkling sympathy he carried with him always. He tugged the zipper upwards, but it strained and made the top ride up a little.

Your arm tightened over the garment, heart hammering with disbelief and desire. His other hand found your hip, warm fingers bleeding through the fabric, and then boiled every nerve beneath your skin, all the way to your heart. All to keep the top in place.

This was worse than being drunk because, at least then, you could have blamed it on the lack of control. But this—you didn’t even stop it. Alarm bells were ringing for miles, down your spine, but then your heart was swallowing it all. You didn’t move.

Deliberately, he began to fight the zipper.

“You’re honestly the least of my problems,” you admitted, shoulder blades flexing. He tugged once. It didn’t give way. His hand flexed on your hip as he yanked the zipper up. It surrendered, and your whole body bolted with something illegal.

This whole thing was illegal.

The zipper began moving up, following the path of his knuckles, which momentarily grazed your spine. Another circuit came alive within, sparking another skip in your heart.

Jungwon swallowed harshly as he saw the lace of the bra. This was worse than nakedness, he had to admit in his head. Although he buried that heated thought underneath ice, and zipped it all the way up.

“Thank you,” you said, now turning to face him. Without the mirror, the heaviness of his gaze was an anvil marking your face. He stayed there as well. Resigned, you spoke. “Why are you here? Shopping?”

“I needed fresh air. And well, as for ‘here’,” he murmured, sparing a measure of the room with his eyes. “I just wanted to talk.”

You also wanted to talk. About so much, but also nothing. There was so much to say, but your actions were just a flicker compared to the scorching thoughts in your head. Silence knotted once more, making you realise that this suffocation wasn’t normal.

It was illegal.

And Minji was probably on her way already.

“You should go,” you whispered, eyes dipping.

Jungwon swallowed once more. “Okay.” He nodded, stepping back once. As soon as that inch of distance was made, you felt the loss of him in the room. It was like you had lost a blanket in the cold.

Jungwon turned, and without saying anything, he left.

The phantom touch of his fingers breathed down your spine, forcing your head to spin once more. You hugged yourself tighter, facing the mirror again.

What the fuck were you doing?

The curtain moved again, revealing Minji with a smile. She spotted your perfectly done-up top and frowned.

“Hey, you did your zip!”

You sighed. “I didn’t.”

Minji pulled a face. “What?”

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▬⋆˖ . ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁴⁹ : 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘄𝗸? ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

☘︎ TWO CONNECTED FATES <3 — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

𐀔 💌 SYNOPSIS 🪽 : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

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SOMETHING WAS OFF.

Was it your period? No. You had it two weeks ago, and there were no twisting cramps.

Was there a chore you forgot to do for your mother? No. She would have been storming into your room already.

In your chest, something was missing. A pillar that held you up or gave your magic a sense to balance on. There, it was empty. Like it had been ripped out of your chest, leaving simply the torn roots. A wave of nausea hit your vision, blurring things in your dark room for a moment. Sluggish, you shuffled out of bed.

A red flag: you could barely walk without your joints losing momentum and buckling. You caught yourself on the bedside table, nails digging into the wood.

The second red flag: the silence of your plants. They usually hummed a little, a subtle twinkle in the depths of your ears, muttering nonsense about their own little problems. However, today, they didn’t even turn towards you. The hanging vines stayed still and pulled panic up your chest, where the emptiness remained.

You staggered to the window, headlight with confusion, and ripped the curtains open to your window.

What greeted you forced you to take a step back, a bewildered gasp slipping past your lips.

Outside your window, where the willow tree stood, the green, cascading leaves had begun to wither into a grey cluster, curling and drying at the edges. It was the whole tree. Even the other plants in your garden had lost their colour, and some even lost their posture and lay flat on the floor like a line of victims.

You felt the worry sting and wrap around the hollow space in your chest.

Third red flag: when you tried to connect to the threads of your magic, it simply wasn’t there. You were reaching into a void. That never happened.

Your magic wasn’t there.

Rushing out of your room in alarm and down the stairs, you heard your family moving in the lounge with the blare of the TV. Expectedly, your mother and Jungkook were attentively watching the news anchor while your father talked and paced with someone on the phone.

Creeping to the doorway, you read the headline and felt your balance fade once more when you saw one bold word.

”…CURSE…”.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

COUNCIL WAS A MESS.

Somehow, you gathered enough energy and dressed for the emergency council meeting. In your seat, you held onto the arms of the chair to aid your posture. You, yourself, felt like a withering flower right now. Your head felt like it was vacant, and sleeping for a hundred years was an appeasing idea to conserve your energy.

For your mother, however, she was a metal fairy. She wasn’t that far off nature, but it was a different category in itself. Whatever had infected Linphea had targeted those who could connect to flowers rather than rocks.

“—if this goes on, Linphea’s crops will not be ready for harvest. One delay causes a setback in our final products. And our nature fairies will not recover easily,” said a nature minister with the royals. You could confirm. You felt like shit right now.

“Is it a disease?” someone from Eraklyon asked with concern, flinching back.

“What disease affects not only the plants, but the people, too?” Another from Solaria asked, one of Dani’s advisors.

“A curse. Domino froze over when those Ancestral Witches struck us with a curse,” Minji’s mother said, shuddering at the dark history written in every history book. Minji, from beside her mother, scanned you with brows sunken in worry. You simply sent a tired smile before focusing on Domino’s Queen once more.

“It was a hassle to break.” Minji’s mother added.

“It’s too early to decide what this is. It only came in the early hours of this morning,” said Queen Rosemary of Linphea. Her face was stitched with discomfort, eyes slightly frantic as her thoughts became a mess.

“But is it contagious?” Someone asked.

Rosemary shook her head, glaring a little at whoever said that. “A curse isn’t exactly contagious. It’s targeted.”

Melody’s Queen, Sonna, huffed in disagreement. “New magic exists every day. Who knows if it spreads.”

The room took that to heart because the room broke into chaotic little murmurs, some agreeing and many adding onto the unnecessary panic. There was a comment about food export, as well as resources that Linphea produced from crops. From where you drooped, your mother wrote frantically about the delay of new weapons because of this supposed curse.

King Sohyun of Eraklyon lightly tapped the table. Everyone silenced.

“I understand that Linphea are worried about their economy and yield. So, Eraklyon has agreed to form a temporary deal with them to restore lost supply due to this ‘curse’.” He said, sitting down as the declaration rippled through the room. Your mother perked up hopefully while Queen Rosemary thought in silence, eyes contemplative.

The curse was new and affecting the plants in the land, but if a few hours went by and it had poisoned the land more, the effects would be grave. None that anyone wanted to imagine.

Rosemary’s lips thinned, grateful in small doses. “It would be helpful.”

Sohyun nodded as his ministers got right to scribing a new contract.

“Even then, investigations will start as soon as possible to see if there is some other factor causing this,” Rosemary added, voice heavy with exhaustion.

Sohyun nodded before his gaze found your tired ones. Like a pin, you gradually straightened despite the interrupted balance rolling around your head. His gaze was cold when they scanned you, and the small blossoms by your ears flourished an anxious purple.

Your gaze flicked to Sunghoon, but his arms were crossed, his eyes were strict and curt, and you knew he was still mad at you.

When your mother found out about the photo orbiting the media, she unleashed her prickly lecture, talked for minutes about ruining opportunity, and then banished you to the bedroom. The tears were nothing to her. She didn’t care about how overwhelmed this made you or that they were tearing you apart with fake accusations.

Now, with Sohyun pinning his next topic on you, the familiar anxiety gnawed at your chest and ached into your dizzying bones.

“We can move on to the latest scandal,” he said.

“She is truly sorry. You know how teens are. They got tempted easily,” your mother said, leaning forward with conviction that felt like begging. You tensed, biting your inner cheek and the protests trapped in your throat.

“I see. Well, we tried to shut down as many articles as we could,” said Sohyun, upper lip flaring with small distaste. Sunghoon, on his side, said nothing, his arms tightly crossed. Your throat tightened again.

“However, media outlets are persistent, and it’s taking time,” Sohyun finished, doing nothing to soothe the prickling apprehension growing in your sternum.

Your eyes remained on the shiny table in front of you, embarrassment hitting the gaping void where your magic was missing, and without your powers to cushion it, the regret cut deep and fractured your breath.

“I’m sorry for the trouble,” you began, dipping your head forward in apology. “I promise to do better.”

You glanced at Sunghoon, hoping your sincerity somehow reached him, but his stoic expression was drawn to what would be his phone beneath the table. With a shaky breath, you lowered your gaze away from the judging gazes.

“Understood,” Sohyun said with a nod at you. “The week has been chaotic. Have we progressed with the attack on Jeon’s estate two weeks ago?”

The tattoo Riki saw resurfaced in memory, pulling your thoughts taut. Holding onto the edge of the table, you faced the crowd again.

“I saw a tattoo on one of the men. An arrow and a star,” you said quietly. The room clouded with shock this time, the silence teetering as you paused. Sunghoon finally looked at you. “I didn’t know who it was, though.”

Sohyun’s jaw dropped a little at the missing detail before he exchanged a glance with everyone. Then, to his scribbling minister. In their eyes, it meant a rebel group. To you, it was a lead to whoever was doing this.

First, the attack on your home, and now, a curse on the whole of Linphea.

While the adults talked about rebuilding Karunda, increased border control, and ‘containing danger’ with the wanted Melodian soldiers, you orbited the idea of who could be doing all this.

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۶ৎ───[NOTES] : Quick update! This one is a little bit of a filler, but the next chapter should be out in, like, a day or so. I hope you enjoyed, but the plot is going to thicken. If you get confused, please let me know, because I will explain it in the comments if yall want <3. Anyway, next 2 chapters are juicy as hell LMFAO.

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[theothernads]

▬⋆˖ . ❛❛ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ⁴⁹ : 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘄𝗸? ❞ ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

☘︎ TWO CONNECTED FATES <3 — (𝐘.𝐉𝐖)

𐀔 💌 SYNOPSIS 🪽 : With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

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SOMETHING WAS OFF.

Was it your period? No. You had it two weeks ago, and there were no twisting cramps.

Was there a chore you forgot to do for your mother? No. She would have been storming into your room already.

In your chest, something was missing. A pillar that held you up or gave your magic a sense to balance on. There, it was empty. Like it had been ripped out of your chest, leaving simply the torn roots. A wave of nausea hit your vision, blurring things in your dark room for a moment. Sluggish, you shuffled out of bed.

A red flag: you could barely walk without your joints losing momentum and buckling. You caught yourself on the bedside table, nails digging into the wood.

The second red flag: the silence of your plants. They usually hummed a little, a subtle twinkle in the depths of your ears, muttering nonsense about their own little problems. However, today, they didn’t even turn towards you. The hanging vines stayed still and pulled panic up your chest, where the emptiness remained.

You staggered to the window, headlight with confusion, and ripped the curtains open to your window.

What greeted you forced you to take a step back, a bewildered gasp slipping past your lips.

Outside your window, where the willow tree stood, the green, cascading leaves had begun to wither into a grey cluster, curling and drying at the edges. It was the whole tree. Even the other plants in your garden had lost their colour, and some even lost their posture and lay flat on the floor like a line of victims.

You felt the worry sting and wrap around the hollow space in your chest.

Third red flag: when you tried to connect to the threads of your magic, it simply wasn’t there. You were reaching into a void. That never happened.

Your magic wasn’t there.

Rushing out of your room in alarm and down the stairs, you heard your family moving in the lounge with the blare of the TV. Expectedly, your mother and Jungkook were attentively watching the news anchor while your father talked and paced with someone on the phone.

Creeping to the doorway, you read the headline and felt your balance fade once more when you saw one bold word.

”…CURSE…”.

── ⋮ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ˎˊ˗ ✿

COUNCIL WAS A MESS.

Somehow, you gathered enough energy and dressed for the emergency council meeting. In your seat, you held onto the arms of the chair to aid your posture. You, yourself, felt like a withering flower right now. Your head felt like it was vacant, and sleeping for a hundred years was an appeasing idea to conserve your energy.

For your mother, however, she was a metal fairy. She wasn’t that far off nature, but it was a different category in itself. Whatever had infected Linphea had targeted those who could connect to flowers rather than rocks.

“—if this goes on, Linphea’s crops will not be ready for harvest. One delay causes a setback in our final products. And our nature fairies will not recover easily,” said a nature minister with the royals. You could confirm. You felt like shit right now.

“Is it a disease?” someone from Eraklyon asked with concern, flinching back.

“What disease affects not only the plants, but the people, too?” Another from Solaria asked, one of Dani’s advisors.

“A curse. Domino froze over when those Ancestral Witches struck us with a curse,” Minji’s mother said, shuddering at the dark history written in every history book. Minji, from beside her mother, scanned you with brows sunken in worry. You simply sent a tired smile before focusing on Domino’s Queen once more.

“It was a hassle to break.” Minji’s mother added.

“It’s too early to decide what this is. It only came in the early hours of this morning,” said Queen Rosemary of Linphea. Her face was stitched with discomfort, eyes slightly frantic as her thoughts became a mess.

“But is it contagious?” Someone asked.

Rosemary shook her head, glaring a little at whoever said that. “A curse isn’t exactly contagious. It’s targeted.”

Melody’s Queen, Sonna, huffed in disagreement. “New magic exists every day. Who knows if it spreads.”

The room took that to heart because the room broke into chaotic little murmurs, some agreeing and many adding onto the unnecessary panic. There was a comment about food export, as well as resources that Linphea produced from crops. From where you drooped, your mother wrote frantically about the delay of new weapons because of this supposed curse.

King Sohyun of Eraklyon lightly tapped the table. Everyone silenced.

“I understand that Linphea are worried about their economy and yield. So, Eraklyon has agreed to form a temporary deal with them to restore lost supply due to this ‘curse’.” He said, sitting down as the declaration rippled through the room. Your mother perked up hopefully while Queen Rosemary thought in silence, eyes contemplative.

The curse was new and affecting the plants in the land, but if a few hours went by and it had poisoned the land more, the effects would be grave. None that anyone wanted to imagine.

Rosemary’s lips thinned, grateful in small doses. “It would be helpful.”

Sohyun nodded as his ministers got right to scribing a new contract.

“Even then, investigations will start as soon as possible to see if there is some other factor causing this,” Rosemary added, voice heavy with exhaustion.

Sohyun nodded before his gaze found your tired ones. Like a pin, you gradually straightened despite the interrupted balance rolling around your head. His gaze was cold when they scanned you, and the small blossoms by your ears flourished an anxious purple.

Your gaze flicked to Sunghoon, but his arms were crossed, his eyes were strict and curt, and you knew he was still mad at you.

When your mother found out about the photo orbiting the media, she unleashed her prickly lecture, talked for minutes about ruining opportunity, and then banished you to the bedroom. The tears were nothing to her. She didn’t care about how overwhelmed this made you or that they were tearing you apart with fake accusations.

Now, with Sohyun pinning his next topic on you, the familiar anxiety gnawed at your chest and ached into your dizzying bones.

“We can move on to the latest scandal,” he said.

“She is truly sorry. You know how teens are. They got tempted easily,” your mother said, leaning forward with conviction that felt like begging. You tensed, biting your inner cheek and the protests trapped in your throat.

“I see. Well, we tried to shut down as many articles as we could,” said Sohyun, upper lip flaring with small distaste. Sunghoon, on his side, said nothing, his arms tightly crossed. Your throat tightened again.

“However, media outlets are persistent, and it’s taking time,” Sohyun finished, doing nothing to soothe the prickling apprehension growing in your sternum.

Your eyes remained on the shiny table in front of you, embarrassment hitting the gaping void where your magic was missing, and without your powers to cushion it, the regret cut deep and fractured your breath.

“I’m sorry for the trouble,” you began, dipping your head forward in apology. “I promise to do better.”

You glanced at Sunghoon, hoping your sincerity somehow reached him, but his stoic expression was drawn to what would be his phone beneath the table. With a shaky breath, you lowered your gaze away from the judging gazes.

“Understood,” Sohyun said with a nod at you. “The week has been chaotic. Have we progressed with the attack on Jeon’s estate two weeks ago?”

The tattoo Riki saw resurfaced in memory, pulling your thoughts taut. Holding onto the edge of the table, you faced the crowd again.

“I saw a tattoo on one of the men. An arrow and a star,” you said quietly. The room clouded with shock this time, the silence teetering as you paused. Sunghoon finally looked at you. “I didn’t know who it was, though.”

Sohyun’s jaw dropped a little at the missing detail before he exchanged a glance with everyone. Then, to his scribbling minister. In their eyes, it meant a rebel group. To you, it was a lead to whoever was doing this.

First, the attack on your home, and now, a curse on the whole of Linphea.

While the adults talked about rebuilding Karunda, increased border control, and ‘containing danger’ with the wanted Melodian soldiers, you orbited the idea of who could be doing all this.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊˚━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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۶ৎ───[NOTES] : Quick update! This one is a little bit of a filler, but the next chapter should be out in, like, a day or so. I hope you enjoyed, but the plot is going to thicken. If you get confused, please let me know, because I will explain it in the comments if yall want <3. Anyway, next 2 chapters are juicy as hell LMFAO.

🎀 REBLOGS, LIKES +COMMENTS are appreciated <3

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