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Reblogging for the Holidays

A/n: just a quick Christmas romance inspired by Tae’s recent Pride and Prejudice photos and the It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas vid. Fluff, the only warning is that it’s probably not historically accurate.

Alright, everything was going to go wonderfully.

Besides, you looked perfect, well perhaps that was a little exaggerated… but certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

You tensely clutched the doorframe leading to the ballroom. As much as the corset made your figure look ravishing, you might have laced it a tad bit tight. It wasn’t letting you relax. The sparkling chandeliers and holiday garlands dazzled your eyes, and left you feeling a little dull.

Elaine, your new friend and neighbor was visible. Unfortunately, on the opposite side of the ballroom. She disappeared and reappeared, hidden by the myriad of colorful swirling skirts and elegant suits. You’d just have to make a mad dash- no. Your father had contracted a cold and mama was home taking care of him. They’d asked you to attend the Christmas ball and properly represent your family. You were new to the area, and though being a part of the aristocracy was something you’d been since birth, you’d never been the new girl.

The upperclass could be rather unforgiving. If you made an unfavorable first impression your social life would be ruined.

You nervously smoothed down the front of your silk lavender gown. The tips of your black velvet shoes with the mother of pearl buckles peeked out from the hem. You had pearls swinging from your ears and another on a black ribbon hanging at your collarbone. Half of your hair was pinned up by an ebony clip, while the rest fell in waves down your back. You checked the top of your dress, the flowing short off the shoulder sleeves left your shoulders exposed, but thankfully your bust was properly covered. (Though the neckline was tastefully and socially acceptably low enough to be alluring)

You took one timid step forward into the ballroom, only to immediately shrink back as an elegant old madam swept through the door. You let her pass, your eyes averted to the ground. She smelled rather strongly of roses. Well they do say that as you become older, your senses become dulled.

The little bit of courage you’d summoned began to dissipate.

“May I escort you into the ballroom?” a gorgeous baritone suddenly asked behind you. You flinched, clutching a hand to your chest and whirling about. The most entrancing pair of asymmetrical coffee eyes stared back at you. They were slightly crinkled in a kind smile. His eyes weren’t the only entrancing things about the gentleman. Honey toned skin, a perfect nose and soft looking lips, a tall slim and broad shouldered build made you feel small.

You hadn’t realized you were staring without responding. So he spoke again. “You looked frightened to enter on your own, so I wondered if I might escort you?”

It seemed as if his character was as beautiful as his looks. “Oh” you stuttered “yes, yes I was a little. I- thank you.” You nodded. Chuckling, he offered a hand. You slipped your hand into his. Your hand looked so small in his. You marveled at the warmth, and his long slender fingers.

With a swoop, he gently led you out into the ballroom. On second thought, this was perfect. No one would be paying attention to you when he was there to marvel at.

The ballroom was a bustling place, all kinds of hushed gossip reached your ears when you passed huddled groups of mothers. Men holding glasses of champagne boasted about their hunting dogs and race horses. The youths seemed to either be clustered against the walls or dancing without a care in the middle of the dance floor. The scene was almost overwhelming, your eyes catching on silks, gold, silver, pearls, crystal, and an abundance of gems.

Your eyes nearly leapt out of your head when you spotted two bunches of diamonds, some as big as marbles, hanging on gold wire from a particularly wealthy aristocrats wife. There were ruby necklaces, and a fortunes worth of emeralds studded into a silver peacock shaped broach.

Your charming rescuer let you weave among the crowd, drawn this way and that like a child in a sweet shop. First you had to get a closer look at the embroidery on that dress, then a spray of wisteria tucked in someone’s hair would entice you nearer. He simply allowed you to tug him about, face betraying nothing but simple amusement at your apparent interest in everything that sparked your curiosity.

Eventually you realized that you had been dragging him about by the hand. Your fingers were clasped tightly around his. He must have made you feel safe, based on the way that you had unthinkingly gripped his hand for comfort. Face suddenly red, you let go of his hand as if it burned.

“Goodness, I apologize for dragging you around. Oh, there’s my friend, thank you very much for escorting me.” You babbled.

“It was my pleasu-“ the gentleman began to say, but you spun about on one heel and scampered the last few steps to Elaine’s side.

When your eyes lifted from the floor to Elaine’s face you found a slightly sly expression on her face.

“Why do you seem to be fleeing from someone?” She asked, big lashed eyes narrowed at you.

“Fleeing?” You whispered. “I’m not!”

“Mhm.” Elaine hummed, she glanced over your shoulder. “He’s very handsome isn’t he.”

You couldn’t summon the words to either agree or defend yourself, so you offered a rather lame “He? Who?”

When in an awkward situation, play the part of the fool. People will leave you alone.

“Graceful attempt” Elaine laughed. “I’ll let you off the hook.”

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The party progressed. Elaine had her friends, all girls around your age. They were quite sweet and quickly accepted you into their ranks. For the Christmas ball, several of them had dresses in more festive than formal attire. From a bright red gown wrapped in holly garlands, to glittering snow like skirts. Your favorite had to be the miniature Father Christmas hat that one of them had pinned in her hair. She was particularly funny, keeping all of you giggling, stifling louder snorts of laughter in you handkerchiefs.

A couple of your friends at a time were frequently swept away to dance by pairs or trios of bachelors. They seemed to either be oozing confidence or nervous and sweaty handed.

You were blissfully left out of the awkward interactions.

It was much more fun to stand back and watch your new friends bat their eyes and blush, or politely decline, only to spin about and make a face the instant the poor young bachelor was out of sight.

“Come on Tae, you coward.” You heard a voice teasing. Ah here comes another shy bachelor you thought.

Then a familiar rich tone answered with an exasperated “I don’t need encouraging Yoon” your eyes shot up and you met the gaze of your handsome rescuer. Oh was his name Tae? A gorgeous boxy smile spread on his lip’s upon seeing you. “Hello again, I’m glad to see you looking at ease.” He greeted you. “I was hoping you’d join me for the next dance?” He offered politely. You gulped as his shoulders bent forward in a small but courteous bow and proffered a hand.

You gulped like a fish a few times, until

Elaine excitedly elbowed you in the side. A couple of your friends about you giggled.

Tentatively you placed your hand back in Tae’s, once again enjoying the warmth. Together, the two of you took the few steps to the dance floor away from the standing groups. For the moment, the swishing skirts had come to a standstill between songs, and you waited for the first few notes to begin.

Then there was a cheerful skipping ringing of sleigh bells, leading into a vigorous holiday dance.

“Oh! We’ll get behind!” You turned to him in a panic. Tae’s laughter was sudden and uproarious. He seemed seemed unperturbed, swiftly grasping you about the waist and practically tossing you into the dance. You let out a strange little screech, at the way you were suddenly in motion, and at his large fingers splayed around your middle.

You had to laugh at your own reaction. The dance was a joyful one, keeping you swirling, stamping, and kicking. You soon felt breathless from the ever frolicking rhythm and the way you kept finding yourself laughing as Tae would grab one of your hands, and use his other hand to almost forcibly whirl you about on your toes.

Never mind breathlessness, the wind was knocked out of you when at the grand crescendo Tae lifted you high into the air. You felt suspended in time, staring down at him in shock. His large hands were nestled firmly around your ribs. Your own hands were draped against his broad shoulders.

Then you dropped back to earth, Tae bracing you against himself so you wouldn’t topple over. His forearm was looped around you, your chest pressed to his and your arms locked around his neck.

His sparkling eyes stared down into yours, a bit of mischief contained in them. You gasped for air, finding it difficult to calm yourself while you looked at him. The air felt electrified, like crackling lighting might spark between the two of you.

So you ducked your head. Your hands retreating to settle on his upper arms(they felt quite firm).

Tae chuckled above you. “Why miss, I believe it proper to look at one’s dance partner.”

“Maybe sir Tae, but I find it hard to look into the eyes of anyone I do not know very well yet.”

“But I see you have already discovered my name, so I am no stranger. But I must admit that I do not know yours.” Tae chuckled.

You glanced up to find him grinning. “My name is y/n” you answered simply.

“Y/n” his voice made you shiver “it is my pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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Drat Tae and his friend. “Yoon” was it? Oh well. After a dinner that you had spent mostly talking to Tae, all the illustrious guests had been ushered into the parlor to sit and listen to music.

You’d made the mistake of telling Elaine about your favorite Christmas songs, and now you had been dragged into performing a never ending ridiculous song (that gave you no opportunity to breathe) in front of everyone.

You liked the song, really. But what kind of true love gave someone a partridge in a pear tree? Did they give just the partridge, or the whole entire pear tree? How do you give someone a tree? And by the 12th verse, the composer was certainly inconsiderate of your lung capacity.

Thankfully you were singing with Elaine and one other friend, but you felt awfully silly all the same. It didn’t help that Tae was watching you intently, hand clamped tightly over his mouth and eyes clearly laughing. His friend, Yoon, was smiling openly and gummily, frequently elbowing Tae in the side.

You pointedly furrowed your brows at Tae. In response, he tossed his head back and laughed silently. You could almost guess at his wheezing chuckles.

Blessedly, the song finally came to an end and you scampered back to your seat between Elaine and Tae.

“Did I sound so horrible that you had to laugh like that?” You pouted.

“No no.” Tae said through a wide smile. “Your singing was quite endearing actually. I just found your bashfulness rather amusing.” You turned to face him and skeptically stared back. “Really! I found your voice enchanting, it was by far the most melodious I have heard in all my life. The memory shall now forever tether my soul to earth, for it is far better than even the songs of the angels-“ you flushed, embarrassed by his comical overzealousness.

“Oi! Don’t tease her too much Tae!” Yoon scolded from the other side of him. “We have our own little piece to do.”

“Ah yes. Then milady y/n, give me leave to go sing in your honour “

“Permission given.” You answered, waving him off imperiously. “But do not complain if I laugh at you from my seat!”

Tae left his seat with a laugh, and he and Yoon took their places at the front. Yoon sat in front of the piano, while Tae stood in front.

Yoon’s long fingers gently began a delicate dance over the white keys. The beautiful notes of a slightly jazzy classic rang out. Tae joined him in song soon after. As expected from his deep speaking voice, his singing was superb. It was a rich baritone than floated effortlessly through the air. You doubt you were the only woman in the room who nearly swooned.

You glanced outside the windows at the fluttering snow in the dark. As Tae sang, it certainly was beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

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It felt as if your heart was melting. After a wonderful little finale, the two gentlemen returned to their seats.

Tae turned to you in his seat, resting an arm on the back of the chair. “Was my singing to your satisfaction?” He asked, a slight smugness lifting the corners of his lips. He knew full well that his voice was fair to listen to.

“It was… alright.” You whispered, crossing your arms and obstinately facing forward.

“Ah Alright?” Tae laughed. “High praise indeed.”

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For how much you had been frightened to step into the ballroom, you were rather sad to leave it. You were only really starting to become friends with the new people. Not to mention the fact that you greatly enjoyed Tae, and his friends company. Yoon seemed quite stoic, but in truth he was very funny.

But your carriage had arrived, as the footmen had notified you. You’d said your farewells and merry Christmases to the gaggle of girls in the ballroom, though Tae was nowhere to be seen and you had to leave without saying goodbye. At the moment you were swiftly making your way down the front steps, struggling with your coat. All around you large fluffy snowflakes leisurely fluttered about.

“Hello Mr.Driver, thank you for coming for me in the cold.” You called to your favorite old footman, wrapped up in a bundle of coats and holding the reins. The horses stood, rustling and chuffing in the cold. “I’m sorry to trouble to you, but do you think you could help me with my coat?” You asked, sleeve all twisted and tangled. Your mittened hands made it hard to grip anything.

“Hullo lass, I believe you have someone else to help you, or I would do so gladly.” He smiled in his grandfatherly way.

You blinked in confusion for a moment someone? who? But your confusion was short lasted, when you felt someone grip the back of your coat to help you into it.

As you clumsily wigged your arm into your sleeve, you turned to find Tae smiling down at you, his large hands helping you. His dark hair was adorned with snowflakes.

“Thought you could run away without saying goodbye y/n?” He asked quietly.

You suddenly felt terribly shy. “Well… I couldn’t find you… and the carriage was already here” you murmured.

“A poor excuse to rob a fellow of your company unannounced.” He smiled boxily. You noticed his warm breath puffing out as steam into the cold.

As you turned to face him, he gripped the front edges of your coat. “Here, let me button you so you don’t have to take your mittens off.” He pulled your coat securely around you before closing the top button, warm bare fingers brushing against your chin for an instant. It may be quite cold out, but your cheeks felt oddly warm.

Flustered, you squeaked out a “Well, no matter. You are here now. Goodbye, and merry Christmas. It’s been a wonderful evening.” You laughed.

As you turned(as if to run away) to climb into the carriage, Tae’s warm hand slipped into yours, holding you steady as the other hand tucked itself into the crook of your waist. You could feel the warmth through your mittens.

“Goodbye. Stay warm. I hope to see you again soon.” He answered.

“Thank you” you turned as you sat down. You thought he would release your hand, but he did not. Not that you minded.

Tae just stared into your eyes for a moment. A snowflake became caught in his long lashes and it glittered before disappearing. Tae suddenly leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your hand.

You silently gasped in a breath, and held it.

“Goodnight.” He said one last time, before closing the door of your carriage and your Mr. Driver started the horses.

You weren’t able to breathe until he was out of sight. When would you see him again. Maybe you could get Mama to host a party and invite him. To which family did he belong?”

“Oh no!” You exclaimed suddenly, smacking your hands onto the wall of the carriage.

“Lass?” Your Mr.Driver asked, startled.

“I- I don’t know his full name! How do I invite him?!”

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Happy Holidays!

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Thank you! (And pardon my poor photography)

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What Comes of a Wish Epilogue (nice version)

This is the version of this chapter with the worst violent descriptions made milder. Scary parts give you the emotional roller coaster and make you appreciate the happy parts, but if it’s not for you then that is 100% ok, however I did write the violent version because I’m a dramatic ass with an overactive and sometimes macabre imagination that I only let out of my head once in a blue moon.

It had been years. Things around you had changed. Jungkook had a fiancé, Hobi and Chia had two small children. But you only knew that from the letter Jungkook had sent you a few months ago. You’d never responded to the letters that Kook, Hobi or Chia sent and eventually they slowed to a couple a year. You were thankful that they hadn’t quite given up on you yet.

The last time you’d seen Jungkook was at a music festival at the imperial palace a year ago. Of course he’d been the star of the show. You’d been sitting on opposite sides of the room. After he’d sat back down after his performance, your eyes had met. You’d smiled, and clapped silently to show him you’d enjoyed his performance. It was all you could manage, you looked away as he had started to smile back. You wouldn’t talk to him after the festival was over, you had to maintain some distance. You knew him like a little brother. After seeing your approval, he’d come over to ask if you had any critiques. You couldn’t talk to him. It would remind you too much of what you were missing. And you didn’t know what you’d do if you had to see his face fall as you brushed off his attempt to talk.

They were all hurt that you had never confided in them about Yoongi. Obviously they were concerned about Yoongi, and disagreed with how you handled things. You’d debated over everything with Jungkook. But they cared for you enough to keep on sending letters, even if you never responded.

Anyhow you were stuck now. You rarely left the palace grounds. The imperial experience turned out to be horribly underwhelming. The handsome prince had a terrible reputation among the ladies of the court. He’d tried to get into your room once, but you had closed the door on his fingers.

It was lonely. As a solo musician, you found it hard to make friends among the other artists. It felt like some sort of high class “survival of the fittest”, with everyone competing for the nobles’ favor. You were past the regular marrying age. You hadn’t been ready to move on from Yoongi, and now you were too old to serve as a child bearer and housewife (not that you had any interest in men who only wanted you for that). But you missed having friends and some sort of family.

Your admittedly luxurious room was full of scattered unfinished songs and lyrics you’d written. Nothing ever felt right. A part of you knew that any song that only had your part would feel dimensionless and bland. So you went foraging through the musical archives every time you were called on to perform and picked a few already popular pieces. The imperial court loved to show off their education in music and arts, they would ooh an ahh over a piece they’d heard a hundred times, perfectly content to praise and criticize your playing or singing in front of their friends.

Anyhow, you were relieved that you hadn’t been called to perform for quite a while. The court was too busy with the war to pay attention to lowly entertainers. You stared down at the palace gardens from the your room’s balcony, Jungkook’s most recent letter crinkling in your fist. The invaders had been pillaging and destroying their way through the empire. You had been terrified for your friends. Somehow Jungkook knew you’d be worrying about them and made very sure to reassure you that they had all successfully fled from the conquered lands and were quietly hiding in the countryside.

You sighed in relief. You should probably flee soon. The enemy had been drawing steadily nearer the capital and many court members had already disappeared with their tails tucked between their legs.

You nervously fiddled with the dragon scale necklace. A slight warmth coming from the scale made your fingertips tingle. The warmth never completely disappeared. You guessed it was a bit of Yoongi’s lingering power or the magic in it to make it a “lucky talisman”. So far, nothing extraordinary had happened with the scale. There were times when there were things you wanted. But the last time you’d wished on an object, things had ended… badly. So you left the powers of Yoongi’s dragon scale totally unexplored. For a while you’d buried it in the back corner of your closet to rid yourself of the memories along with it. One day when you’d felt especially lonely you’d dug it out, finding a strange comfort in the lingering evidence of Yoongi’s existence. It was the only warmth you ever felt now, and it never left your person.

Despite the fact that it was a reminder of wishes gone astray, it opened up a bottomless well of wishes in you. You wanted something you knew you could not have and you could almost feel the want slowly eating away at the edges of your sanity. It was the kind of want that would wake you in the middle of the night and have you digging your nails into your skin. It felt like there was a black hole in your chest. It pulled and pulled at every bit of warmth in your life and never felt satisfied.

You weren’t even sure exactly what you wanted. You wanted Yoongi. But did you want the relationship you had begun to build before it crumbled, did you simply want him to understand you, or did you just want to tell him you were sorry? You felt as if you did not really deserve forgiveness, but it would have been a load off your shoulders if he understood how much you regretted everything.

The thoughts swirled in your head as they’d done every night for years. Consuming a little bit more of your soul. The beautiful moonlight on the gardens did nothing to distract you. The echoing sound of something smashing accompanied by a horrified scream snapped you out of your nightly ritual of regret and wishing. At the sound, shadows of people materialized. And they moved silently over rooftops of the kitchens and low palace buildings like a colony of spiders. They were men- solid in stature, dressed in black, with what looked like weapons strapped to them.

For a moment you froze, then stumbled back from the balcony. As you ran out of your room the sound of fighting began to echo from all directions. Your only hope for survival would be to escape the palace and run for the woods. But the enemy had quietly infiltrated, and had only begun attacking when they were too far in for anyone to easily escape them.

You almost fell down the nearest flight of stairs, and sprinted around a corner and skidded to a stop. An attacker, with his back to you, who was much taller than you had captured a servant girl. She was quietly crying, staring at a guard lying on the floor. The attacker was ignorant of your presence, gloating over the body and his prize. Shaking with a mixture of rage and terror, you grabbed a heavy wooden lamp stand and knocked the attacker out.

“Come on” you grabbed the sleeve of the now free girl thinking to bring her along and escape, but she tore herself from your grasp. She desperately crawled to the guard, curling her body around his. Wordlessly she shook her head, tear stained face twisted in anguish.

Your pounding heart dropped into your stomach. “They won’t kill you, it’ll be worse” you whispered frantically. She winced, but stayed where she was. She knew she could not fight and win, but she refused.

You felt horrible, abandoning her to her fate. But you could tell from her expression that she would not change her mind. Who was the guard to her? Maybe a passionate love. Staying to try and convince her would only result in the two of you found huddled alive and distracted in the middle of the open hallway. You’d be taken captive and suffer a fate worse than death.

You begged her with your eyes once more, but her expression remained set. (If it had been you and Yoongi…?) Cursing under your breath, you launched yourself back into a run. You passed group after group of clashing guards and attackers. Sounds of metal ringing and screaming filled the air. You heard a crazed whoop. You had caught one of the attacker’s attention. You fled, running on and on.

Then you took the wrong turn, and you found yourself at the end of a dead end hallway. You could not turn back. You chose the last door, flung yourself through and closed it behind you. You were cornered and you both knew it.

You looked around at the room you’d blundered into. It was mostly empty to your dismay. Maybe a guest room, waiting to be furnished when someone came to visit. You opened a closet door. Hoping to find something to at least hide behind. But you had no luck. In desperation, you slid open the cabinets above the closet that you could barely reach. There were a few old pieces of bedding and cleaning cloths forgotten in the back. You had to wedge your feet into the doorframe of the closet to climb up, fingertips grasping desperately at the edge of the wood.

The cabinet was barely tall enough for you to curl up on your side. After you had rolled your way in you spun about to close both the closet door beneath you and the sliding door to the cabinet, plunging yourself into darkness. You grabbed a blanket in the pitch black, wrapping yourself in it as much as you could. You curled tightly in a ball and faced the wall. As comical as the idea would have been during a childhood game of hide and seek, you were now trying to blend in with the bedding and cleaning cloths.

Frantically, you checked the edges of the blanket with your fingertips, making sure it covered you, and pulled your hair in front of your chest, in case it stuck out and gave you away. But you stopped all movement the moment you heard the door to your room open.

Trembling, you waited, listening to the attacker destroy whatever was inside the room. The closet door cracked as it was pulled out of its frame. When the cabinet door was similarly broken open you froze up. You heard the thump of the hand inches away from your head, grasping a stack of towels and throwing them into the room. Next, the hand grabbed the back of your blanket, Clinging on to the blanket and half on top of it as you were, it wasn’t pulled off of you, but your covered and curled body slid to the edge of the cabinet with a jerk.

He’d give one last pull on this oddly heavy bundle, and you would tumble to the floor.

By some miracle, the fall never came. A hoarse yell echoed from somewhere farther off, and your pursuer let out a disappointed huff before abandoning his search and lumbering off in a hurry.

For a few minutes you simply gasped for air, half expecting someone else to appear, but they did not. Around you, there were still the sounds of howling and fighting but they became fewer and farther apart. Instead, a different sound arose. A crackling that grew into a roar. You didn’t realize what it was until you heard the thundering of a nearby building collapsing in on itself. The enemy had set the palace on fire.

You struggled out of the blanket and clambered out of the cabinet.

You crept as silently as you could to the door of the room. Finding the hall empty, you began following the shortest route you knew to the outside. You passed hall after hall that was already aflame. You crawled the last hallway out to a courtyard. You staggered to your feet and turned to the gate in the wall surrounding the courtyard. Only to find yet another enemy attacker. You spun back to the door to the inside, but found that all you could see through the smoke was flames.

A particularly sharp sting of ash at your collarbones made you flinch, your hand instinctively flailing to brush the ash away.

It wasn’t ash. Instead your fingers brushed against Yoongi’s scale, it was painfully hot, as if it were responding to the fire nearby.

You snapped the chain off your neck, getting the scale of your skin.

The scale. You had no idea how the good luck charm was supposed to work. You would need more than good luck at this point anyhow. Maybe…

Maybe you could make a wish?

But would it work? Would Yoongi even grant your wish? What right did you have to ask anything of him anymore? You wouldn’t blame him if he simply ignored you. As far as you knew, whatever love you had shared was in his mind, a facade on your part. And in the long years he’s been alive, you can’t have been the only one he ever cared for.

It was foolish to start crying now, but you couldn’t help it. You had death by fire at your back and a short life of torture approaching you in front. You sniffled weakly, anguish and confusion riddling your chest.

The attacker simpered at you. ”why don’t you come with me?” He coaxed.

You whispered frantically.

“Yoongi, yoongi please. I’m sorry. Help- help me. Just get him away from me. Make him go away!” You begged desperately. “Yoongi please. I’m scared. I just want him gone. I wish-“ but the words stuck in your throat. You’d told yourself you would never wish again. “Please”

To your horror, the heat from the scale suddenly faded, as if the last bit of Yoongi’s spirit and power had abandoned you.

“Wishing won’t help you darling.” The man grinned growing ever closer.

It felt like all the fear and adrenaline suddenly drained away and you felt so unbearably numb. “I know” you murmured. You let your body give up. You threw the scale away in despair. It disappeared into the flames of an open window at your side. You didn’t particularly want it to become an enemies loot, useless as it was.

For a moment, you glance up at the moon, shining away as brightly as it had not long ago, though somewhat shrouded in smoke.

Numbly, you evaluated your options again. Death by fire or a short life of things far worse than death.

You made up your mind.

You spun, and broke into a mad dash for the door. Back the way you came. You lunged into the smoke, moving toward the heat that would set you free.

The enraged man behind you was faster. He grabbed you.

You screamed as loud as you could , and flailed trying to dislodge him.

Terror and and anguish overtook your mind, drowning out the sound of a huge crash overhead. The man’s grip suddenly disappeared, perhaps you’d had just enough luck for a piece of burning building to fall on him. If your were lucky enough perhaps another chunk of crumbling building would end you swiftly.

Blind in the smoke you turned back toward the blistering heat of the fire. It did not frighten you in the least now. Your escape was blocked anyway, there was no remaining wisp of clear air coming from the way you came.

“Wait!” A growling voice reverberated through the air, and you stopped in your tracks. Too much was happening and you couldn’t pick out what you felt from the overwhelming chaos roaring in your head. A billow of wind suddenly rushed past you, clearing the air for you to see. You spun toward the voice.

Huge, beautiful golden eyes stared back at you. A gigantic scarlet dragon sat, coiled and staring down. His wings were stretched over your head, shielding you from falling debris. There was a soldiers boot sticking out from beneath his body. You’d only seen this form once but you recognized him in an instant. You hated the way it sent grief ripping through you.

“Yoongi. I- thank you.” You whispered, hardly believing he was truly there. You didn’t know what else to say. So he had heard your wish. The dangerous man was away from you, exactly as you had asked.

“Where were you going?” He asked, eyes accusing and bewildered.

You swallowed nervously “that way” you mumbled pointing at the inferno behind you.

“… why?”

You would have thought it was obvious, you cringed a little, knowing it hardly gave a good impression. But you were blocked in without escape, and you wanted to get it over with. Somewhere inside of you a strange irritation bubbled up.

It was also hurting you to see him.

“Yoongi please go home. You shouldn’t be here”

“You are the one who wished for me to get rid of him.” he muttered, flicking his dragon head at the boot sticking out from underneath his scaled body.

“And you’ve fulfilled my wish. I’m extremely grateful. You can go home now.” You told him, voice wheezing from the smoke and your pain, both in body and mind.

For a moment you saw something like turmoil flit across his face, but why should it? Yoongi’s tail suddenly flicked out from behind him and it curled behind you, blocking your way to the fire. Your eyes widened, confused.

“Come with me!” He suddenly pleaded. Go with him? Why was he asking this, pity perhaps? “There are rules. I can’t just take humans to the world as I please. Make a wish- wish for me to take you with me.”

A wish? Every fiber of your being rejected the idea instantly. “I’m not wishing, I’m not sure I should have done it this time.” Your words came out strangled and cracked as you tried to hold back sobs.

“Don’t be foolish, you’d be about to be dragged into the enemy camp by your hair just about now. Or crushed and burnt to a crisp.” Yoongi snarled. Reproach apparent even on his dragon features.

Why, why in the world did Yoongi seem to care so much? Why did you deserve his care? Softly you tried to calm him, “Yoongi, I don’t have anything left. Not even my own peace of mind. I don’t know if I am capable of allowing myself to enjoy anything anymore.” It had been ages since anything felt anything but… empty.

Yoongi winced. How you were able to read sadness on a face that wasn’t human you weren’t sure, but it was clear. With his tail, he very gently nudged you forward, and curled his wings further to protect the two of you in a little bubble sheltered from the rest of the crumbling, flaming world.

He croaked out sad, and hesitant. “I know- Jin’s been keeping an eye on you for me. But you can go back just, wish to come with me. I’m not leaving you a second time, not without creating some understanding between us.” Your heart leapt into your throat, as the dragon rumbled out his words in a rush “I was furious and hurt at first, but it faded and then I understood, though I still don’t like it. But I miss what we shared. I miss you. I understand why you did what you did, and I forgive you. You didn’t even have to set me free and you did. Please, don’t tell me to go home again. I should have stayed and asked and listened all those years ago.”

For a moment it felt like the entire floor crumbled from beneath you, only to grow back with grass and flowers. He understood? And forgave you and missed you? You could hardly believe your ears, but oh it made your heart a hundred times lighter.

You managed a weak wet giggle. “How did I ever have the luck to meet you Yoongi?”

“You have not come to hate me?” He asked. Sounding as nervous as a child. “For the way you were whirled into a world you didn’t understand, and made to deal with me?”

“How could I” you murmured. “You never hurt or lied to me”

“Then wish, wish to come with me, and we can build something new.” The dragon head lowered, chin tucking around your back in a dragon-ish hug. His head was as large as your torso

Your fingers wandered along the scales on his neck, hugging him to you. He was warm in a solid, pleasant, calming way.

A wish for him to take you with him? That didn’t sound quite right. What if someday he grew tired of you, if you wished to go with him, could he end up stuck with you for the rest of your life? Somehow you did not want to bind him. You had to keep Yoongi free. But here he was, asking you to wish for him. And you yearned after this miraculous second chance. You searched through every way of wishing you could imagine, a wish to free, and not to bind.

“Then… I wish for us to act with each other without wishes and without outside rules, as nothing but ourselves. As it should be.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise, as you grinned. You knew full well that your wish allowed both of you to do anything you were physically capable of to each other. Considering you were human and he was a dragon, you were the terrifyingly weaker one. You’d stripped away the laws protecting your fragile mortality from Yoongi’s overwhelming power.

“I don’t need any rules to protect me from you. No wishes, no deals, no leverage, no lies, no magical laws. I’ll only make promises I can keep. I trust you in every way. You’ve never hurt me. If anything, between the two of us, I’m the one with the record.” You paused to grimace at the memory of your misdoings “I’m so, so sorry, for every time I- for everything. If I ever make the mistake of hurting you again… please just drop me off in whatever burning building strikes your fancy.”

The dragon’s eyes squinted, a slight cock of the head expressing his displeasure with that approach.

“That won’t ever be necessary.” He stated firmly before sighing, sparks flying out of his snout. “We need to get you out of here.”

You glanced at the burning building around you, it looked ready to collapse. “Alright” you murmured. Yoongi lowered his head and you clambered onto the back of his neck. Holding onto his horns.

“hold on” he warned. The next thing you knew, Yoongi had leapt upwards. Breaking what was left of the roof out of the way with his wings. You crashed through the wreckage, before shooting into the sky with an unbelievable weightlessness. The wind from his wings roared and beat on your ears, making you crouch down close to his scales and cling tightly.

The higher he rose, the steadier flight became. Soon enough it was calm enough to sit up and look around. The view took your breath away. The palace was not much more than a bright ember far below you. The capitol city boasted some of the busiest roads and waterways and you could see thousands of pinpricks of light, some of them reflected in the many rivers. Beyond the capitol city, the countryside was quite dark. You could only see the lakes and streams as they reflected the moonlight. The moon was as bright as before and you felt as if you could almost reach out and touch the stars. Jin must be somewhere about tonight, maybe watching through the moon. Maybe Tae and Jimin were on a joyride. With the weather so clear, Namjoon was probably relaxing with a book. Jungkook, Hobi and Chia, you imagined were going about their lives. Perhaps it was time you pay them a visit… try to regain the most precious friendships you’d ever possessed.

Maybe you’d regain the music inside of you that had lain dormant for so long.

Cautiously, you tucked your knees in tighter. Sitting up as straight as you could you slowly lifted your hands from Yoongi’s horns, letting the night breeze flutter through your clothes and your hair, carrying away the last bit of smoke and dust. The moment felt perfect.

No wish could have made it any better.

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What comes of a Wish Epilogue

Sum: You wished for for a fellow musician. The grumpy guy you dragged out of the garden pond isn’t exactly what you wanted. He’s an amazing musician, one you can’t help but fall in love with. But you’re hiding things from him. How long can you balance on the fine line between truth and lies before everything bursts into flames?

What comes of a wish Masterlist

Just to be safe: recommended 18+ for implied themes. Please be responsible with your media consumption.

BIGGEST WARNING!!!!! and explanation (spoilers too I guess):

Historically, when one side of a war invaded another side sometimes there was a “sacking”. Essentially, looting, violence, murdering, wanton destruction (like burning down a building), and r*pe. For this chapter, it is assumed that all of these are happening, but not always “on screen”. There are people trying to do these things to mc, it doesn’t happen, but I tried to convey the fear of someone being pursued.

I will write a nice version elsewhere for people who want to know plot.

Disclaimer that while this story is set in a vaguely Asiatic setting, the bad guys are not of any particular demographic.

You sighed in relief. You should probably flee soon. The enemy had been drawing steadily nearer the capital and many court members had already disappeared with their tails tucked between their legs.

You almost fell down the nearest flight of stairs, and sprinted around a corner and skidded to a stop. An attacker, with his back to you, who was much taller than you had a fistful of a servant girl’s hair. She was quietly crying, horrified eyes staring at the body of a guard lying on the floor. The attacker was ignorant of your presence, gloating over the body and his prize. Shaking with a mixture of rage and terror, you grabbed a heavy wooden lamp stand. The end of it swiftly slammed into the back of the attackers head, at the base of his skull. He dropped like a stone, out cold.

Your pounding heart dropped into your stomach. “They won’t kill you, it’ll be worse” you whispered frantically. She winced, but stayed where she was. Her hand dug into the side of her guard’s clothes, pulling out a long knife, and gestured to herself. She knew she could not fight and win.

You begged her with your eyes once more, but her expression remained set. (If it had been you and Yoongi…?) Cursing under your breath, you launched yourself back into a run. You passed group after group of clashing guards and attackers. Sounds of metal ringing and screaming filled the air. Your lungs seized when you heard a crazed whoop. You had caught one of the attacker’s attention. You fled, hearing the thudding footsteps following behind. Turning every corner you could find, lungs beginning to burn and muscles cramping in your sides, you ran and ran.

Then you took the wrong turn, and you found yourself at the end of a dead end hallway. The sound of pursuing footsteps followed a distance behind, so you could not turn back. You chose the last door, flung yourself through and closed it behind you. The footsteps in the hallway turned the corner and came to a pause. Then they began to slowly prowl forward. You were cornered and you both knew it. You heard the sounds of each door being opened and then closed. Slowly, one at a time.

A sick chuckle escaped the mouth of your pursuer. It was the last room to search, and you must be somewhere inside.

Trembling, you waited, listening to the attacker destroy whatever was inside the room. You flinched at the sound of the closet door cracking and splintering beneath you as it was ripped out of its frame. When the cabinet door was similarly broken open you froze up. Light flooded in and you could see the shadow of a head over your own lump of a shadow on the back wall. You clenched your entire body to stop your trembling and held your breath, not daring to twitch. You heard the thump of the hand inches away from your head, grasping a stack of towels and throwing them into the room. Next, the hand grabbed the back of your blanket, right behind your neck, and tugged. You suppressed a cry at the way a few strands of hair had gotten pinched in his grip and were yanked out. Clinging on to the blanket and half on top of it as you were, it wasn’t pulled off of you, but your covered and curled body slid to the edge of the cabinet with a jerk.

You could see it in your mind. Your attacker would give one last pull on this oddly heavy bundle, and you would tumble more than your height to the floor.

You sucked in a breath, preparing to jump up the second you could get to your feet and begin your desperate escape.

By some miracle, the fall never came. A hoarse yell echoed from somewhere farther off, and your pursuer let out a disappointed huff before abandoning his search and lumbering off in a hurry.

Your death was now approaching steadily, as inevitably as sand in an hourglass. Unless you could flip the glass. You struggled out of the blanket and clambered out of the cabinet, wincing at the splinters from the broken door pricking into your socked feet.

You crept as silently as you could to the door of the room. Finding the hall empty, you began following the shortest route you knew to the outside. You checked around every corner, but all you found were bodies and the wreckage of fights. You scampered past it all, hardly daring to stop in case you recognized a face. It made you feel nauseous, bile rising in your throat. Smoke billowed through the halls, and the temperature was rapidly rising. You passed hall after hall that was already aflame. The smoke scratched your eyes and made you choke. Coughing, you collapsed to your knees, crawling the last hallway out to a courtyard. In the open air, you hacked out the smoke from your lungs, staggering to your feet. You turned to the gate in the wall surrounding the courtyard and nearly screamed in despair as you found yet another enemy attacker, eyes glinting maliciously back at you. You spun back to the door to the inside, but found that all you could see through the smoke was an approaching wall of fire.

Turning toward the enemy, you found him creeping forward, cackling with an open mouthed leer, missing several teeth and face battered.

You hobbled back, retreating as much as you could, feeling scorching heat on the back of your neck. An increasing rain of burning ash fell from the still standing taller buildings, sticking to and burning your skin. A particularly sharp sting at your collarbones made you flinch, your hand instinctively flailing to brush the ash away.

It wasn’t ash. Instead your fingers brushed against Yoongi’s scale, it was painfully hot, as if it were responding to the fire nearby.

You snapped the chain off your neck, getting the scale of your skin.

The scale. You had no idea how the good luck charm was supposed to work. You would need more than good luck at this point anyhow. Maybe…

Maybe you could make a wish?

“Oooh poor girl” you heard. The attacker simpered at you with his face grotesquely twisted in a mockingly sad expression. “Everything is going to be alright, why don’t you come with me?” He coaxed.

You stared into his crazed eyes and your misgivings were ripped away by your fear.

Clutching the scale in your bare hands, even though it scalded your skin, you whispered frantically.

To your horror, the heat from the scale suddenly faded, as if the last bit of Yoongi’s spirit and power had abandoned you.

“Wishing won’t help you darling.” The man grinned growing ever closer.

It felt like all the fear and adrenaline suddenly drained away and you felt so unbearably numb. “I know” you murmured. You let your body give up, and the wish to survive disappear. You threw the scale away in despair. It disappeared into the flames of an open window at your side. You didn’t particularly want it to become an enemies loot, useless as it was.

For a moment, you glance up at the moon, shining away as brightly as it had not long ago, though somewhat shrouded in smoke.

Numbly, you evaluated your options again. Death by fire or a short life of things far worse than death.

“If you come along nicely, I’ll keep you to myself, you won’t have to entertain all the other soldiers too.” The man teased, only a few strides away.

You made up your mind.

You spun, and broke into a mad dash for the door. Back the way you came. You lunged into the suffocating smoke, blindly moving toward the blistering heat that would set you free.

The enraged man behind you was faster. A long nailed hand gripped roughly onto your arm.

“Play nicely now!” You heard him crow in your ear.

You screamed as loud as you could in the choking smoke, flailing out behind you to try and dislodge his grip. It felt as strong as iron, unmoving and tenacious. Like the grip of a someone who had been trudging through the wilderness without food, a bath or proper company for months, fed promises of loot and glory until it had rotted away his mind and human inhibitions, not much more than a rabid animal.

“Where were you going?” He asked, eyes accusing and bewildered.

You swallowed nervously “that way” you mumbled pointing at the inferno behind you.

“… why?”

It was also hurting you to see him.

“Yoongi please go home. You shouldn’t be here”

“You are the one who wished for me to get rid of him.” he muttered, flicking his dragon head at the boot sticking out from underneath his scaled body.

“And you’ve fulfilled my wish. I’m extremely grateful. You can go home now.” You told him, voice wheezing from the smoke and your pain, both in body and mind.

You managed a weak wet giggle. “How did I ever have the luck to meet you Yoongi?”

“You have not come to hate me?” He asked. Sounding as nervous as a child. “For the way you were whirled into a world you didn’t understand, and made to deal with me?”

“How could I” you murmured. “You never hurt or lied to me”

“Then wish, wish to come with me, and we can build something new.” The dragon head lowered, chin tucking around your back in a dragon-ish hug. His head was as large as your torso

Your fingers wandered along the scales on his neck, hugging him to you. He was warm in a solid, pleasant, calming way.

“Then… I wish for us to act with each other without wishes and without outside rules, as nothing but ourselves. As it should be.”

The dragon’s eyes squinted, a slight cock of the head expressing his displeasure with that approach.

“That won’t ever be necessary.” He stated firmly before sighing, sparks flying out of his snout. “We need to get you out of here.”

You glanced at the burning building around you, it looked ready to collapse. “Alright” you murmured. Yoongi lowered his head and you clambered onto the back of his neck. Holding onto his horns.

Maybe you’d regain the music inside of you that had lain dormant for so long.

No wish could have made it any better.

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