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We All Float | JHS

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➳Pairing: yandere!shapeshifter!hoseok X fem!Reader

➳Genre: Yandere, Horror

➳Warnings: Swearing, strong impacts of graphic depictions of violence & gore ( a ton of it ), exploration of fear, mental/emotional manipulation, mentions of suicide, physical abuse (like broken bones, bruises, scars, etc.), choking, mentions of domestic violence, Agora-phobia (fear of helplessness/embarrassment, etc), bullying, Atelo-phobia [insecurities/ fear of imperfection), Claustro-phobia (fear of tight spaces), auto-phobia/mono-phobia (fear of being alone), hypnotism, blood, more blood [like srsly a lot of it], stalking, supernatural creature (s), illusions, mentions of death, NON-CON touching, NON-CON kissing (Nothing sexual happens)

**Note: This fic has extreme themes of violence and gore, including sensitive topics. If you are NOT comfortable with this, please proceed to not read it.

➳Synopsis: ‘Come one, come all, for today is the night!’ It’s Halloween, and people in town have start to gone missing. You ought to be cautious but what’s better than mucking around at a haunted house carnival with your friends? Only you should be careful around the one gorgeous looking actor who’s ready to have his horrific fun with you tonight.

➳Word Count: 9.26k+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR IRL.

We All Float ©Copyright -2022- themochiverse

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➳A/N: THIS IS THE MOST I HAVE EVER WRITTEN IN MY LIFE. I hope it's good and I'm super sorry for the delay! Anyway, I hope this gives you a thrill :p

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"Please, someone, somebody help!"

The yell for help disappears every second, and the blood-curdling screams ripple through the forest. The intention to run and seek safety was impossible at this point, especially when she was right at the hands of the masked killer.

Red, abraded cheeks, muddied hands, smothered all over her beautiful ripped, ragged clothes, the wet soil sank into her fingernails, and the painful twist that came from her ankle obviously meant more than a gruesome warning.

She whimpered when the masked person, oh so deadly, inched a foot or two, only to crouch down to her eye level. Their eyes searched hers, fear consuming those innocent orbs that would soon no longer blink.

Her hands moved backwards, pulling her body with all the strength that she had left which had only lasted seconds.

It was a clear, audible scream. A bellowed howl that had a tremendous impact, shaking the nerves of creatures who were hidden, awakened by the high-pitched shrill.

The regular kitchen knife that had now sunk deep through the girl's left hand dripped with fresh blood, coating the reflective silver material. It had gone through the soft ground, her hand pinned painfully when the warm tears sprang out of her begging eyes.

The knife now pulled out, like ripping out a bandage left a silent gasp on the girl's lips. She brought out her bloodied hand to her chest weakly, the red colour continuing to stain the girl's dirtied dress. It was not just bright enough though.

Her sobs were caught in her throat, repetitive broken cries that couldn't escape properly like broken melodies with their broken notes. It was music to him though, a lullaby he could listen to all night and sleep without any disturbance.

He shuffled towards the girl, whose breaths became hot and heavy, the beads of sweat that trickled across her forehead, in other words, a quivering figure.

Or soon be the victim.

He scrutinised the crying girl, her eyes following the knife that was lightly tracing the features of her face.

"I don't know what to do with you," the man paused "should I start here?" The knife smears the blood on her dry lips, slowly getting wet by the substance, as it made its way to the tip of her tongue. A salty, metallic flavour drove through her hard-bitten taste buds, not even close to soothing the sting which had popped everywhere.

"Or here?" This time the knife points to her chest, right at her fast- beating heart. The man puts a little pressure on the spot, digging the tip of the knife into the girl's skin to receive a response from her.

She squeezes her eyes shut out of agony, her hands scraping against the ground, making it even ten times worse.

"P-please." The response is so gentle it makes the man rethink his choices. But. But it seemed so fun, no, it was really fun. This was his excitement, his happiness, his relief, his way of living. No one could stop him, and no one would be able to save this poor little, pathetic girl.

He removes the knife before it drives deeper into the skin. The man groans, standing up as he circles around the helpless girl who could not do anything but cry.

He goes to crouch again, his noxious breath fanning over the girl's ear.

"Do you want to see my face before you die, my little girl?" Her widened eyes meant so much to him that the glee shown on his face would have been horrific to even consider. His hands grab the mask he wore, lifting it off to reveal his true identity.

"Surprise."

The girl's eyes enlarged in a stupor as she scrutinised the man in front of her. Pale cheeks with sharp cheekbones, chocolate hair that fell on their eyebrows, and that scar. That faint scar ran against his eye to his eyebrow. The scar that she created.

"Does this ring a bell?" The man chuckles, his cold hand reaching out to the girl's wounded one. She struggles to move hers away from his but the grip he had on her was immense. And at this state, this girl was soon about to die.

The man hums, his fingers drawing vague circles around the red splotch that was formed on the girl's palm. In a flash, before the girl knew it, a wet thing made her palm sting. She hissed and realised that the wet thing was actually a tongue. Disgusted, she pulls her hand away as it thuds on the ground.

She watched those rosy lips now drowned in crimson red, a deranged smile that made her sick in the stomach when he said the next words.

"I'm sorry, I was just thirsting my hunger."

The man beams with his teeth out and the knife in his hand prongs at the girl.

"Aw, don’t be afraid. Dying is much easier than living."

She knew what was going to happen next, she knew, but she attempted her last opportunity of staying alive.

"P-please, please d-don't do this."

The man draws in a breath, muttering a 'no'. The knife plunges deep into her chest, the dark blood soaking her dress as her hands also held onto the knife. She stared him in the eyes, final words choked from her bloodied throat.

"Why?"

The man observes her breathing as her hands drop onto the ground, those pretty eyes of hers stay open, and that voice he could never get tired hearing of was clamped shut. Gone forever.

He inhales her dead scent and replies thickly, "Because.. you never loved me, my love."

The man stood up before wearing his mask again, viewing his lover one last time in satisfaction. Now her dress was bright enough.

The screen goes completely black, and a loud whine erupts from your friend.

"Y/N! I was up to the best part!" You put the remote away, as you held a bowl of colourfully wrapped lollies. Black and orange for the packaging, obviously.

"Eden, please get your ass up and stop getting distracted for god's sake." You motion your friend to follow you, an irritated moan coming out of her mouth.

"But, I was up to the best part, the best part Y/N!"

"What is this? The new ghost face movie or something?"

"It's called 'Scream, Baby', and yes it is new."

"Imagine actually having a psycho killer boyfriend." You mumble to yourself before talking to Eden again.

"Good thing I stopped you or else you would've spoiled the whole thing to everyone."

"But-"

"We have the last bit of decoration left, come on, once we're done with this we can get ready to go to the carnival."

The cold air hits you both as you go to the front of the house to help each other hang the streamers and fairy lights.

"I thought your mum said she wasn't letting you go?" Eden asks, grabbing less than a handful of lollies as she pops one into her mouth, dropping the rubbish onto the ground.

You fiddle with the lights, untangling the mess that was situated.

"Did you really think I was going to listen to her?" You shake your head disapprovingly (well, actually sarcastically) finally undoing the knot.

"I think she's scared, like other mums'."

"Yeah, I get what you mean, with the drastic news and all." Eden sighs, grabbing one end of the fairy lights while you grab the other.

"Can't believe people are going missing in this small town. This shit-town, Derry." You almost scoff in disbelief as Eden silently agrees with you with a nod of her head.

You both finish off the remaining decoration, satisfied with how it turned out. Bright, flashing lights danced vibrantly, the purple neon light that hung at the door made it look extra cool. And the Jack O' Lanterns. How could anyone forget those?

Those funny, supposedly scary-looking pumpkins glowed by the warmth of candles, all of them menacingly staring at the neighbourhood. The fake cobwebs stretched over the windows and fence. Skulls at the side of the entrance sat there with the grim reaper, its skeleton dangling.

It was not the best, but at least the house looked spooky enough for little kids. You check out the other houses on the street, some almost looking like haunted mansions while others left theirs unbothered with only one Jack O' Lantern and a bucket of candies. The regular sign says, "Please take one."

"Didn't the Jefferson's give away toothbrushes instead of chocolate last year?" Eden points to the last house on the street, which was not decorated at all.

"They're not here, heard they went to Hawaii for vacation a week ago."

"Dang, wanted to pull one last prank at them, and how'd you know?"

You snort, covering the laugh with your hand.

"You've always said that Eden, and word spreads fast here, especially with the internet and all."

You stretch, the moonlight shining on the darkened roads as clouds block the wonderous image in the night sky. Oh boy, today was going to be a fun night.

"Now, who's ready to attend the carnival?"

The cheers of exhilaration and laughter surge far from the entrance of this year’s Halloween extravaganza, and more than hundreds of people had attended to deem the levity chills of fear and excitement. The air had never felt much colder than when you and Eden just arrived at the town's biggest festival.

Even though you wore a black, puffy jacket with the fluff tickling your neck, you could still feel the subtle breeze singing along with you. The black shirt with shoulder cuts made your skin shine gloriously beneath the night sky. Your dark blue jeans glistened from the shiny stones that were neatly attached.

A great outfit for a great night.

“Where are the others?” You ask as you glance around for your friends.

Eden glances at her watch, the time ticking away slowly.

“They should be here, let’s go in and see if we can find them.”

An arch was made just for this festivity, painted red words dripped displayed, 'The Carnal Fear'.

The carnival was bombarded with people, stalls of all types of games set up, the aroma of fresh food just swinging by, and oh my, the prizes. How could anyone forget the prizes? Bright lights and music filled up empty lanes as more people started to come in.

"Y/N! Eden!" Young voices yell from afar, two people running like if it were the end of the world. A pair of arms wrap around your shoulders, the wispy air already replaced the warmth that was radiated by the touch.

Min-ho and Jina smiled at you and Eden, their cheeks widened every second.

"Oh my god, I can't believe we finally got to meet up!" Jina exclaims, her giggles wandering around your ears.

"Don't tell me you guys started without us." Eden folds her arms across her chest, a fake scoff erupting from the corner of her lips as they quirk up.

Min-ho rolls his eyes jokingly, his fluffy hair being swept away in the chilly weather.

"Of course not, we were just looking for you guys."

You squint your eyes at him as they trail down to his shoulder.

"You sure you didn't play any games without us?" Min-ho follows your gaze, an 'o' expression formed on his lips.

Startled, he tries to send a signal to Jina, confusion taking over.

"Nice bear, there's one that looks exactly like it, right over there." You point to a water gun stall, little kids crowding the line as each of them were frantic for a prize. And one received the duplicate teddy bear Min-ho had darned on his shoulder.

“Alright, we did play, but it was only one!”

The giggle that abrupted from your lips fluttered in the air, a tingling sensation that flew into his ear. A wonderous, unhinged smile paved its way out of control. He stared across at you and your little gang, worthless in fact, but he just knew that the four of you were going to make his night the best. A night he would never forget.

Your steps on the pathway walked in every direction out of excitement as screams and joyous laughter mixed in delight- out of order. Your eyes fall into fascination with the decorative rides, and the food stalls- just the festival itself was amazing.

You viewed common games that are played on Halloween every year, like the classic 'Apple Bobbing'. Red apples were floating in a brown barrel, usually used for beer, and the spectacular green water rose up and down whenever a person was participating.

"How's it green?" You ask your friends out of curiosity.

"Not sure, they probably got lights in there or they actually coloured it." Jina replies to you as her fingers point towards a specific fun ride.

The Merry-Go-Round

"You want to go on a kids ride?" Minho says.

"Why not? Unless you want to be a loser and not reminisce childhood memories!" You stick your tongue at Minho, laughing as you and Jia run to hop onto the ride.

Minho gawks at Eden as they both share an awkward silence.

"Well, they're not wrong." Eden mentions as she goes to join them. Minho's ready to go but a loud whisper and slight yelling prevented him from taking a step further. He finds a couple pulled into a quiet area, both of them arguing.

"I told you not to talk to him!"

"I ain't lying, I didn't even talk to him!"

"Fucking whore, knew I shouldn't have brought you here."

"What did you just say? What the fuck did you just call me you son of a-"

Whack

Silence pours in like a waterfall, and a surprised, light-hearted gasp turns into a tremble. Hot air starts to burn onto the marked skin, too hot for breathing. Angry eyes turn into frightful ones, and they soon turn into a puddle of tears.

"Go act like a pretty bitch and wipe those fucking tears off your face." The man spits at his girlfriend's feet, walking away with a hot head. Her sniffles slowly die down, as she walks out too, her eyes landing on Minho.

He's frozen, gazing at her red cheek and puffed, eyes. He doesn't move, doesn't utter a word but is stuck. His breath hitches, taking a step back before the woman trudges away.

Fucking helpless.

"Minho! Hurry up!" He hears your voice, and it's filled with so much pleasure, it's something he hasn't truly felt in a while. Minho joins as he sits on the galloping horse. A clear, distinct white color reflects light and the red and blue patterns disguise its true beauty. The ride begins and fun-like music tunes in, the galloping horses going up and down as your laughter and cheers are in unison with your friends.

Except for Minho.

He's lost in his personal thoughts, gazing at the ground. The woman that looked at him, he thought about her eyes. How they were deceiving, bewitching and untrustworthy. Sure she had fat tears in them, everybody cries though. That woman could have simply, or even possibly tried talking to him. Had she needed help? Of course, she did, she was just scared, frightened. That was all.

Well, maybe she did not need to talk to him but could have told security or gone to the police. The woman seemed shocked at first, the slap had gotten her startled, yet quiet. It was a physical act that put her in her place. It was a toxic relationship. Perhaps it started as verbal, continuous arguments. Then those arguments altered into the man calling his girlfriend indecent names. Financial problems or blackmailing could be part of the list too, and this list could go on forever.

Minho knows all about this. This kind of stuff. It was hard to tell if he suffered in his life, but he was living way better right now. But back in the past? The most important time of living life? It was his precious childhood/teenage days that were too fragile for anything. Especially graphic.

Everything was going well.

Minho was halfway through high school, an A+ student, healthy, and athletic, his mother got a job, and his dad was working as an architect. The family was rich and financially great and Minho's life was normal. Just like everyone else.

Everything was going well.

It was just one fucking night that changed everything.

From normal to chaotic.

"Minho, try calling him again." His mother's panicked voice rang through the dining room as she paced back and forth.

Minho pressed the numbers, but the call didn't go through.

"Where could he be?" Her mellow voice was shaking in worry and fear for her husband. She knew he had an important, huge meeting and that he was supposed to be back by 9 or at least 10.

But it was fucking 1 in the morning. Minho remembered the time perfectly. The more he thought about the scene he just witnessed, the more he travelled back in time.

Minho was 16, he looked a little skinny, but had a fair look. In fact, he recently found out that one of the girls in his class had a crush on him. But now was not the time to think about that. He observes his mother still pacing back and forth, biting onto one of her nails as she gnawed on it. It wasn't a good habit of hers, and Minho smiled at that.

The door clicked, and heavy steps were taken into the house. Minho's mother jumped as she ran to see her love. She hugged him dearly, relieved that nothing serious had happened to him.

She was gently pushed off by him, her questions following her.

"Where were you?" Yes, where did his father go?

The response comes out as a grunt as he takes off his coat, loosens his tie and gulps a glass of cold water. Minho doesn't know if his mother took notice, but his dad's hair was a little messy, a little too messy for his liking.

"Honey, is everything okay? I was worried sick about you."

Minho's dad ignores her again, it's until she tugs his hand. It was this strong, bitter smell that she whiffed at. Alcohol and a mix of perfume, a perfect combination like chaos.

"Where the hell were you?" His mother says sternly, eyes narrowing within a second as her voice grows loud.

"Whose perfume is this? Who the fuck did you meet?"

"I was at the meeting."

"No you did not, you told me the meeting ended at nine to be exact and that you would be at least an hour late. What were you doing in that one hour that made you come home so late?!"

"I was at the god damn meeting!" Now his father's voice grew as he intimidatingly went up close to his wife.

"You fucking liar! I can smell the perfume, it's a woman's perfume. Just tell me who you were with!"

"You said it yourself you bitch! A woman."

Minho stared across at his parents, the tension growing and growing further like poisonous roots. He blinked and the next thing he saw made him sick in the stomach like his worst nightmare on a happy day.

His father's hands were around his mother's neck, her face swelled red and her eyes were tearing up. The nails that dug into her neck were crushing her fragile throat and she felt the world around her closing in.

Without any control or sense, Minho grabbed a vase and-

"Minho!" He's out of his thoughts, and they withered away like blowing a candle. You stare at your friend in concern as the ride had stopped and he just happened to zone out.

"Everything okay? You wanna do something else of your liking or-"

"No, I'm good." The response comes out as bitter as death, wicked like hell. You could tell something was wrong. A change in his expression, coupled with an uneasy tone, that gave it all away.

Was he not enjoying himself? Or was there something beyond this? Something out of your hands? The four of you stroll around, looking for something else to enjoy as you tell your friends to go ahead and that you would catch up to them soon.

Your hands fiddle around the white laces on your shoe, groaning as you bump into someone.

"I'm so sorry, I did not see you there." You gape at the tall person in front of you, their Halloween outfit as black as the devil's blood, and their little hat on top looked exactly like a jester hat but just black. Its silver balls illuminated in the night, chimes ringing here and there. The man in front of you gave a light- tipped smile, grinning with his teeth out.

"No, it's okay, I'm just glad I bumped into you."

You open your mouth but the words get stuck in your throat once you process his response. Glad I bumped into you? What the hell was that supposed to mean? You catch him still staring at you with those endearing eyes, dark circles underneath them until you notice something off about his right eye.

It was a very faint, red line that stretched across his eye. A scar.

"I don't mean to creep you out, even though that's what everyone in Halloween is doing," he muttered, still giving you the exact light-tipped smile from before, "but I what I mean is for you to come over to the circus that will start soon in about fifteen minutes."

Oh, he must work here.

"A circus? Well, that's new."

"Yeah, it's a new addition you know? Be there by the way and bring your friends along too. You'll seek thrills there."

"Right, uh thanks."

Suddenly someone grabs your arm from behind, staggering you as you see Eden.

"Y/N, what's taking you so long? Jina and Minho are waiting for you."

"Sorry, this man here was talking to me." You turn around only to find him gone. Huh.

"Yeah, let's go."

You gotta be careful you know,

It's like dust falling into snow,

You won't notice it for a while,

It just so happens right before you go.

"Oh my lord, why is the line so long?" Jina frowns with her hands across her chest. She was so pumped to experience actual jump scares from her point of view, but it had been simply crushed by the number of people who also wanted to do the same thing as her. A sign had been nailed to the ground, wet paint displaying, "One Pair at a Time."

"Are you kidding me?" She grows irritated, asking one of the workers why it was only one pair at a time.

"Too many people ma'am, worried a fright can turn 'em into a stampede. Don't want history to repeat itself do we?"

Right, the 1980 'Death Joke'. Like any other Halloween, the haunted house was a classic for everyone. It was until a mysterious actor decided to scare the crap out of everyone that was in there. Realistic screams rang through, and wails of pain ruptured within the walls. The people outside had stopped their personal conversations only to see a pack of people running out of the frightening house. There were so many of them that some had died by being stepped over or just simply their heart jumping out of their sockets. The blood was the true witness of all.

But, the most shocking thing was the way some died. Ripped arms, punctures all over the bodies, so many of them headless. Blood had dripped down the walls, splattered, dried out. Those who came out alive spoke the unspeakable.

It was a giant spider. Bigger than a human with legs as pincers, and terrifying teeth. They were all pointed outwards, with sharp edges with a ton of them in spirals. The only thing that was so unnatural about it was the head. It was a human head with deep, red scars, scathed along its eyes. It was a human that turned into the spider, the actor.

They didn't know what to call it, so they called it, IT. The media had labelled them as crazy and psychotic. It was bullshit that no one would ever believe, a fake tale just to get the suspicions of murder away. Some of the survivors were either convicted or sent to asylums. Months later, all of them died by committing suicide. Stabbed, jumped out of a window or hanged themselves to death.

No one wants history to repeat.

Loud sighs drew from your friends, Eden spoke, "Let's get some food first? My stomach is growling and that's a sign of 'you're gonna die if you don't eat'," she laughed sarcastically as the others followed her. You're tagging along until you hear a whisper.

"Pst."

It was almost a stern whisper, nothing electrifying or hot, it felt like ice. Like dead bodies.

"Pst." It repeats again, and the same feeling is there again. The wisp of cold air, but when you turn around you find no one. Those large pair of eyes that narrowed, glowed dangerously.

Oh, Oh, you were so so stupid.

Such a pathetic being, yet so distinct and beautiful.

If Hoseok had the opportunity to snatch you away right now, he would.

But, he can't do this in front of everyone, after all, for the first time in years he's revealing himself to a group.

And that was specifically yours.

Only then, you noticed the floating balloon that sat in the quiet alley. As red as a cherry, the bright colour flashed in front of you. Alluring, hypnotic thoughts drag you in there. You get a hold of the string, not thinking much about it.

"Boo!" You don't know if it was the same noise but they both happened at the same time. You jump back, the popped balloon now flat on your hands as you stared at the glowing eyes that glare at you.

The person comes to light, and it's the same man from earlier.

"I'll give you a tip," he chuckles deeply, "go to the circus, and the line here will be gone, once it's done come straight here and I'll allow you and your gang to go in."

"W-wait, you work as an actor here?"

"A professional actor, professional enough to scare you." The man winks as he walks out of the alley. And then, he's gone.

You somehow managed to convince your friends to head over to the circus as it turned out that the man was right. Nearly everyone had gone to see the show and most of the rides had no lines. You all jog in whatsoever, a man with a black jester hat-

Him again?

He smiles gleefully at you again, but it now felt a little off to you. It wasn't just the way he smiled but also how you took his words into consideration. Go to the circus, and the line here will be gone, once it's done come straight here and I'll allow you and your gang to go in.

Hang on, if the lines were going to be empty, why couldn't you go now?

"Take a mask, take a seat and enjoy the show!"

You glance around and find the massive tent you guys are in had enough space to fit everyone that came. Solid, brown wooden benches smelt like fresh pinewood and mint. Red and yellow stripes licked the tent in all directions, and the rainbow lights lit up the place.

It's deafening to the crowd, but the audience settles down when dramatic music starts to play. The lights dimmed, and everyone hushed as the show was about to begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen, girls and boys, welcome to this year's Carnal Fear Circus!" Whoops and cheers surge in the air, thunderous clapping now softened.

"Stay in your seats, eat up your food and feel amused and overwhelmed by this show as it's not one to miss!" Magicians play fantastic tricks, the audience going 'ooh' and 'ah.' They bring monkeys in and then the monkeys start doing tricks. You see acrobats and clowns doing their own little thing. Everyone claps and laughs in jubilation. But something is off.

It's like time slows down and you can hear ticking. Everything around you is in slow-mo, including your friends who were munching on cheesy hot dogs and corn on the cob. The hairs on your neck stand, anxiety crawling through.

When you think you're alone, someone watches.

And he's staring right at you. No smile this time, but a dead look like he's about to murder someone. Behind him, an object flies into the air. And it's a red balloon, as red as a cherry. It goes higher and higher till it bursts.

"Let's pick some volunteers! Who will help Mick the mysterious in his performance?" Hands fly into the air, and multiple people yell over each other to be chosen.

The magician, Mick, points over to your area. "You two there! Pretty ladies with hot dogs and corn, why don't you come over?" Eden and Jina glance at each other, giggling as they jog off to the pit. You and Min-ho watch silently, and you observe how his mood had slightly gotten better. He finally had a smile on his face.

"May I have your names please?" The mic is passed to them, and both of them speak.

"What gorgeous names! Now, Jina, I have a task for you to do, in fact, you get to work on this one." The magician uses his wand (yes, the wand with the white tip and its black midway) to display the glistening, black rectangular box in front of him.

"I want you to get inside of this box while your friend Eden will be looking for a key. She'll be given clues to get you out, and you'll see the surprise that comes by."

Jina mutters a sure, entering the rectangular box that almost looked like a coffin, the lid shut closed. Eden covers her face with her hands, her ginger hair helping too. Mick hides the key right under the heavy box, slipping it ever so quietly. Inside the box is completely dark, and Jina's breathing was the only thing she heard. Maybe the box was soundproof? It was so dark, dark like on a Christmas Eve night.

"8..9..10, here I come! Ready or not."

The floorboards creak, faint little footsteps stomping around the house. Jeremy was scavenging for his younger sister, Jina. It was a Christmas Eve night, and the adults were all laughing, having sips of rich, bubbly champagne. His cousins, Tim and Tilly had joined them to play hide and seek.

It was Jeremy's turn to seek his cheeky cousins and of course his sister. He entered his room, crept up tacitly and looked under the bed. He found two pairs of eyes peering right at him. Tim and Tilly crawl out of the bed, giggling at the silly idea to hide in the most obvious place. The only person left was Jina. Now, Tim and Tilly could help but they cannot tell Jeremy at all, even if they find Jina themselves. That was part of the rules.

"Achoo!" The noise comes from across the corridor, the trio running right past Jina. She was tucked in the old, dusty cupboard that her mother used to put ancient things in. Like some of the Christmas decorations that were in here, and the wine cups too.

The cupboard was empty this time, and it was enough room for Jina to hide in. When she had run in and closed the cupboard's door shut, it was as black as night. She wasn't scared, she was a brave girl. Time passed, and Jina heard her cousins talking with her brother loudly downstairs.

"Where could she have gone? We looked at all the hiding spaces."

She chortled, tiny hands pressing against her soft cheeks. It felt like forever all of a sudden. Her palms began to sweat, her body feeling uncomfortably hot. Maybe now was the time to get out, and her butt had been aching from sitting the whole time.

Jina reaches to push the door, but it does not budge. She tries again, and again. The door rocks instead as if it were stuck on drying cement. Her heart races, blood pumping ridiculously, grunting as she uses all of her power to push the door open.

Nothing.

Then everything gets too dark, too dark that for a moment she thought she was blind. Her breathing gets heavy, and her forehead is sweaty too with a blistering temperature. The cupboard starts closing in on her and she starts to feel alarmed.

Her hands touch the back of the furniture and it felt incredibly close to her. She does the same with the other sides, her mind striking her that the walls were going to crush her. The space was too compact, feeling like she couldn't barely move at all. She feels her lungs constrict, blood pumping faster, and the oxygen around her slowly dissipates away.

"Mommy? Daddy?" She cries out, tiny teardrops plummet from her green eyes. She can't move her legs, barely an inch to move and it gets much harder to breathe. Jina starts to bang on the door vigorously, screaming for her mother and father.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

In a couple of seconds murmurs and yells come from outside the cupboard.

"Jina, sweetie, where are you?" A silky voice drifts and Jina realises it's her mother.

She hits the door again, sobbing.

There's grunting at the door, and groans of pain as the door swings open with massive power. Jina is lifted off of her feet swiftly, crying as she speaks with broken sobs.

"I c-couldn't b-breathe mommy, it was too dark."

It was too dark.

Abruptly the memories wash in and Jina starts to find herself in the same situation. Her vision blurs, getting clammy and her breathing becomes rapid. Rapid short breaths as she's wondering what might be taking Eden so long?

"Ooh, you're hot..cold...ok now warmer.. extremely hot." Jina can hear them, her hands sticking onto the black box's lid, trying to push it open. But it's locked. She starts to experience the exact feeling, the dark walls closing in, she might be locked in here forever.

She endures the space surrounding her, feet touching the very edge of the box. She clangs the lid, hoping to get a response.

"You're right there!" Jina makes out the comment, and her heart pumped briskly. It was starting to get suffocating and she couldn't take off the jacket she was wearing. Jina bangs at the lid again, yelling to get out.

"Open this! Open this shit right now!" She begins to pant as her vision starts to lose focus and witnesses stars in front of her. She tries kicking with her legs, but she's so weak, the oxygen getting harder and harder to reach her lungs.

"And she did it, ladies and gentlemen! A round of applause for these two." Roaring claps swell in the tent and the crowd cheers. A wave of chilly air brushes against Jina, and her eyes flutter. She recognises Eden pulling her up as she stumbles against her. She gazes to find you and Minho on the benches, but a twisted feeling punches her stomach.

Right behind you is a red balloon, bright and smooth, floating with a white string. It twirls around and black writing is formed on there.

"Jina."

It pops and Jina cowers out of nowhere, frantic eyes probing whether or not the crowd saw that at all. And it seemed like you didn't too.

You notice Jina's red cheeks, her sweat shining across her forehead. You watch Eden comforting her as they reach the steps to talk to you and Minho.

"Jina, oh my god, what happened?" She sits with a huff, slithering off her jacket.

"Just got a little conscious over tight spaces, again."

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air, we can just chill-"

"Dear ladies and gents, the mask you have brought in, please wear them for the next act!" The speakers' screech from corners, everyone whispering and teasing each other when they wore their masks. Except when you rummage to look for yours, it is not there. And it's the same with Eden, Jina and Minho as well.

The masks everyone put on looked horrendous. There were the classic X eyes and lined smiles, hollow faces with white teeth, fake blood splattered on fake bandages, and the word 'god' and the cross were written on it. They reminded you of purge masks, just like the ones in movies.

Promptly the lights switch off, and everyone is dead quiet. Your friends eye behind you, and you do the same. The masks start to glow, all of them staring at the black pit. No one moves, and no one talks until a red light glows. And you see him. You don't see the magicians or the acrobats, but him.

The man is grinning again, presenting a wide smile that can charm anyone.

"Eden...you don't look too splendid today." He draws out her name, and it echoes in her ear. She widens her brown orbs, parting her lips as she looks at the jester man.

"Don't you remember? Eden, you better not come to homecoming."

It’s the gasp that reminds her.

"Eden, you fat doll! You better not come to homecoming you ugly piece of shit." Spit falls on her brand-new, polished shoes by the bully, Sophie. Her blond hair swishes and she gives Eden a nasty stare, pushing her aside as her gang snickers.

Eden doesn't know what's wrong with her. Is she that awful? Is she that bad looking that everyone in her class makes fun of her? Didn't her diet help her? Probably was, and it made sense. No one liked her anyway, not only her looks but her personality too. She was too shy or extremely weird, not sporty or athletic. Life does take a lot of turns for the worst.

Homecoming was near and the endless threats that were sent Eden’s way made it an obvious decision to not attend the party. Even though she had prepared a beautiful dress, it wasn't worth it.

She sighs at the beauty she created, a dark navy blue ball dress attached with stick-on diamonds, faint silver glitter and the pale ends of sky blue. Fake blue carnations were affixed to the corset and golden linings were hemmed along the way. God, she even had matching jewelry too.

“Why aren't you going?” Her mother had asked her as she cleaned the dishes.

“I don't know, I just don't feel like going.”

"Nonsense, you will prevail homecoming with that dress. And it doesn't matter if you don't go out with a guy, as long as you're having fun then it's okay." Her mother optimistically said, hoping it would convince her daughter to go.

"I seriously don't know mom, and my dress is not that appealing either. I feel like it's going to be tedious." Eden's mother raises her eyebrows at her, and the delicate dishes clang as she takes off her wet gloves.

"You better wear that dress in five minutes, and I don't want to hear it from you." She points a wooden spoon at her, sipping a bit of hot chicken soup she had made. Eden whined, stomping to her room and grabbing her dress. She slips it on easily, fixing the ends of the dress and did a little twirl. She glanced at the mirror, her ginger hair curled at the ends and never minded- her dress actually looks gorgeous.

A knock is heard at the door, and Eden's mother comes in with a smile on her face. She started to help Eden with her hair, added a couple of extensions and did her nails. Eden giggled when the makeup brush tickled her eyes, the blue eyeshadow sprinkling. When they were done, Eden's lips parted, an 'o' shape formed and she was in shock.

"You look like Cinderella." Her mother told her, and Eden replied she wasn't in a fairy tale and that she was all grown up now. The drive to her school didn't take too long, and the blast of music thundered when they parked their car.

"Have fun, and if you need anything call me okay?" Eden's mother gave a swift kiss on her daughter's cheek. She waves and enters the school, and Eden discerns laughter and conversations in the hall. It was bright, a disco ball shimmering its sparkles and people were dancing. As if they were hypnotised, the conversations ceased and everyone stopped to look at her. Whispers and murmurs rang through Eden's ears and for a second she thought they were gonna tease her again.

"Jesus Eden! You look beautiful." A girl complimented her, and then a lot of people started to do the same. Eden never felt this type of appreciation in her life. People invited her to dance, to eat with them and she had proper chats too.

"Dear students of Drightfall High, thank you for voting and we hope you all are having a great time. We have calculated the votes to announce this year's homecoming king and queen!" Hoorays and clapping were occurring and a slap of drum rolls happened.

"This year's homecoming king and queen are-" the announcer pauses, opening the envelope in their hands, "Noah and Eden!" The room yells in congrats and hugs are given. To experience the feeling of the homecoming crown on Eden's head was truly an honour.

Once the party was over and everyone was saying their goodbyes, someone pulls Eden into a quiet corner.

"You bitch!" A slap smacks Eden across her cheek, and she stumbles.

"I told you not to come to homecoming, and you just took my fucking win."

"You disgusting whore, what is this piece of shit anyways? Made it yourself from the dollar store? Bet it couldn't compare to my designer dress." Sarah simpers, her friends following her too.

Rrripp.

"Woops, my hand slipped." A tear in Eden's dress and pull on her carnations- it was too much to handle.

More rips and more delirious moves were made and Eden pushed them off. Her salty tears wiped the makeup off of her face, and she wobbled on the road.

Fuck.

How the fuck did he know?

Within a second Eden runs away, her sobs loud and clear when she exits the tent.

"Eden wait!" You yell after her, and then they snap their heads toward you. Your heart thumps against your rib cage. Every single individual stares at you with their purge masks and Jina and Minho halt too. Your eyes trail to the pit and the jester man that stood there cackled wickedly.

"You better run." He said in a sing-like way, and he vanishes. The red light continues to radiate and there's an ear-splitting grind. The audience stands up, hands forming into fists and weapons come out of nowhere.

Your breath hitches as you and the others take slow steps.

"Run."

You all hop off of the benches, feet pressing against concrete and you look for Eden to leave.

"Eden! Eden where are you?!" You stick with Minho and Jina, their voices colliding.

"What the fuck is happening?!"

"I don't fucking know but there's fucking murderers coming after us!"

"We need to find Eden, right now so we can get out of here." You inform them, and instantly a pack of heavy stomps carry on the ground.

You all turn around in sync and it's the audience cracking their necks, holding axes and knives.

Shit.

You sprint as fast as you can while Minho shouts.

"Where do we go?!"

"We're on the opposite side of the exit, it's gonna take us longer if we take a detour." Jina mentions, your breaths are in sync.

What's one place that will be hard for them to find you?

Your eyes broaden and you have an idea.

"The haunted house- let's go there!"

"Are you insane? It's going to be easier for them-"

"It's the biggest ride to easily hide, and we need to find Eden right now."

They look at you with hesitation set in their eyes, but with no choice, they agree and follow you.

You all huff and pant when you enter the house, and it's perfectly decorated. The dark wood, with carvings and cobwebs, barely any light escaping through. Various stairs and corridors are planted, old dry paintings hang on the walls and a wail erupts upstairs.

Eden.

The three of you run up to find her, hearts racing faster every time you thought about dying at the hands of these people.

"Eden! Where are you? We need to leave right now-"

"Y/N in here!" Jina shouts, and you hurriedly go after her. You identify Eden sobbing quietly, her eyes red and swollen from whatever she beheld.

"Eden, we need to leave right now. You're not gonna believe it but there's a like a whole fricking mob coming after us."

"What?"

"Y-yeah, we have to get out now." Eden teeters on her feet, and finally, the four of you prepare to leave when-

"FUCK!" A yowl erupts from Minho, and behind him stood one of those masked people. A knife was stuck deep in his shoulder, blood coating his denim jacket. He can feel the weapon drive deeper and deeper into his skin, the tendons and muscles- it's all pain. You dash to him but Jina gets a hold of your wrist, pulling you back. Behind Minho, there's...more.

No, no, no.

"Minho!" You scream and he wails in agony. You, Eden and Jina trip out of the room and the door shuts close. You grab onto the door handle, unable to open it.

"Leave him alone! Don't you fucking touch him-"

A head-splitting slice hangs in the air, and you're mute.

No...

"Y/N, let's go. I-it's too late." Jina murmurs, and hot tears sprang from your eyes. Eden peers downstairs and even more arrive.

"We need to get up higher." She tells and you obey.

You're all panting again with contended hearts and clammy clothes, pushing yourself into the first room you find.

It's wide and massive, and dust reeks from the ceiling-

Oh lord. The ceiling.

Like an ancient movie, sharp spikes are pointed, as white as day. In front of you were solid, cobblestone steps and one mistake could result in death.

You catch Eden pulling the doorknob but the door is locked.

"We're all going to die at this point." Jina whispers to herself, never feeling this scared in her life.

You ignore the disastrous emotion, and carefully observe the steps in front of you.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

You step on the first stone, and nothing happens yet.

"Just follow me, and don't step on any stone that is raised a bit higher. It'll trigger the trap."

They silently stick with you and you're halfway there.

"Woah!" You snap your head, looking at Jina who had accidentally stepped on the wrong stone. It goes deep into the ground, grinding against it and everything goes soundless. The ceiling begins to shake like an earthquake and it was getting extremely difficult for you to keep your balance.

"Just go!" You yell, jumping on every random stone just to get out of this death trap. You get out of the horrendous room, and the lights start to flicker. Eden comes out too, panting when she sees you.

"Where's Jina?"

A scream bellows, and you see the walls closing in on Jina.

"Y/n! E-Eden, fuck help ME please." She chokes out, her body getting squished by the rough walls. The ceiling starts to drop closer and closer to her, and you both can't do anything. There's no button to turn it off, nothing.

You wince when you start to hear cracks, and her screams echo in your ear. The spikes sink into her forehead, and her skull gets demolished. Blood splattered, some of it landing on you. The walls oppose each other, and Jina's body was stuck on the spikes. She hung loosely, and nothing of her was noticeable anymore. Her face was completely gone and bones were out in all the wrong places. It drops with a thud, more blood spilling and the puddle grew.

You stare at the scene like a dead person.

A dead person.

"Y/N..." You feel Eden heave on your shoulder as she dragged you away. You're both at the end of the corridor, and a glimmer of hope arises. Right in front of you was a door with an exit sign and you and Eden rushed in.

Except, it wasn't an exit.

It was a mirror maze.

You apprehend the door slam and the ground shakes slightly. You and Eden glance at each other, nodding heads as you take steps. It's clear, and blue lights reflect. Copies of you and your friend are at every angle and direction, and you bump into one of the mirrors.

"Fuck." You groan as you soothe your head with your hand.

"Eden, do you know where to go next?" You question her but there's no response. You gaze at the mirrors and your heart jumps out of your chest.

"Eden?"

"Y/N!" You hear her calling you and you start taking haphazard control. You collide into more mirrors until you find her.

"Eden, oh my god, are you okay?"

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just got lost, sorry."

"Don't be, come on, I think we're near-" You jolt straight away, your head impacted by the clear wall in front of you.

What the-

You form fists at the door, sweaty palms greasing the clean glass. Eden tries to leave but she also hits her head. Oh god, she's stuck.

And then you hear this disgusting noise behind Eden.

It's the man.

His tongue glides smoothly along the glass, and you start to see his red scar more vividly now. Out of nowhere, he bangs his head on the glass and both you and Eden jump. He does it again and repeats it until there's a crack.

Hell, you were realising what he was doing. You try breaking the glass with your shoulder but pain waves in. The crack starts to get extensive, and you keep trying to somehow fracture the glass from your side.

The banging stops and you look at the man grinning again, with a red balloon behind him.

He opens his mouth wide, and spirals start to form, and so many teeth jagged are coated with blood.

"No! Stop, stop, leave HER ALONE!" You scream, as your fists rap at the wall.

"Don't do this to her! PLEASE, I'm begging you, don't do this to-"

Clink.

Glass shatters everywhere, and fragment of pieces graze Eden's face. A crunch is heard and you see blood explode on the walls and you fall back, not realising the tears had already dropped. The man is gone again.

Your head takes time to process the things you just saw, and all of your friends were dead. They were never going to come back into this world ever again. You manage to exit the room and find a pair of stairs that lead back to the start of the house. You're so tranced in your thoughts that you trip on a step, tumbling down and you hear a twisted crack from your ankle.

The shriek that bursts out of your dry lips tells enough of a gruesome warning. You peek at your leg and you shake your head. Part of the bone is cracked and it pops out, blood enriching the wound. The torment is killing you and you have no other option but to crawl out of the place. You haul yourself out steadily, wincing and hissing every time the bone gnawed at your skin.

You're in the middle of the path, behind you was the exit, but it was sealed with red balloons and a wooden board. Everything is so quiet, and dead. No one was here except for you and the man.

You were so alone.

"Hey Y/N, wanna play truth and dare?" Your friend asks you, wiggling her eyebrows when you say yes.

"Okay... I pick truth."

"Aw man, I had a good dare. Anyway, what's your biggest fear?"

You take time to answer this one, what was your biggest fear?

"Hmm, I think it's being alone."

"Alone? What type of fear is that?"

You try to explain to her, "It's like you're scared of being alone in this world, and you're the only person who exists in a certain place."

"So that's your fear?"

"Yeah, I hate being alone."

You hated being alone, and you were so fearful about it.

Sweet, melodious music dances in the breeze and only one ride smoulders in front of you.

The Merry-Go-Round

The man dressed in all black stands there watching you. Your breath hitches and you see him crack his bones and do weird movements with his body. His legs begin to extend and they become...pincers? The same goes for his arms and the body part that remains normal is his head.

Everything starts to connect... the 1980 Death Joke, and the missing people from previous festivals-

He was the actor.

And he even told you at the beginning.

He's so proud, and he's played such a mind game with you all. And he's finally going to have you, and keep you forever.

"Y/N, my darling, how was the carnival?" The name throws you off, and you whimper when you move back with your broken ankle.

Hoseok catches this and he pouts.

"My poor girl got hurt while trying to survive? Well, isn't that heroic?" He crawls with his pincers, coming towards you, and you try to move backwards. You're slow and weak, unable to move an inch when you move your leg. He, on the other hand, runs at a pace that even you could not muster.

"No!" You scream, hands swatting at him.

He cradles you in his spider-form arms, and brings you extremely close to his face.

"I forgot to introduce myself, forgive me. But the name is Hoseok, or as others like to call me, IT."

You tremble under his touch, as you uncomfortably writhed around. Everything is silent and it feels like it's just the both of you that exist in this world. His world.

"I want you to scream for me."

It all happens in a flash and you screech at the pincer that struck your chest. Blood drips, and crimson floods in. You gurgle and spit out blood when it goes even further. You can feel yourself breathing slowly, the breaths now soft and steady, and your eyes become blurry.

They stare directly into Hoseok's eyes, and he opens his mouth. Three circular balls glow yellow and your eyes fall into his spell. Just right before you get hypnotised, you see the bodies of your friends float in the night sky. Blood dripped from each of them. The amount of fear he consumed from them was fresh, and it was like a full buffet. Hoseok is always in your head and was always inside your friends' heads too. Sure, he enjoyed fear, but the best part of all was death. Just seeing the way they all die.

Hoseok gives you the exact same light-tipped smile from before, and he was right, you did make his night the best.

His lips fall onto yours, capturing the liquid, murmuring to you.

"You're not alone anymore, Y/N."

He chuckles before diving in again.

"Once in a while... we all float."

#We All Float #yandere hoseok #yandere shapeshifter hoseok #horror #yandere #tw: violence and gore #yandere writing #yandere hoseok x female reader #yandere kpop #yandere bts #hoseok smut #bts smut #jhope smut

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writersrealmbts · 4 days

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Treasured Hoard: Part 6

Part 5

Description: Dragon Hoseok! You’re spelunking when you come across a dragon, and suddenly your life is a lot more complicated as he adds you to his hoard.

Posted: 04/20/2024

Tags: Dragon!Hoseok, Shapeshifter!Hosoek, Hoseok X Reader

Hoseok was going to have a coronary.

You had ventured outside because it was a beautiful day and waiting for him to get home in the evening was making time pass so slowly that you decided to explore the area, just a tiny bit!

You were lost.

And quite possibly concussed.

This didn't look like your home cavern, but there were dragon tracks that looked like the right size for Hobi's.

And there was a dragon hiding in the shadows of the ceiling.

Could be Hobi pouting because you weren't home when he got back?

Continue Reading on Ao3...

Part 5 ~ Part 7

Masterlist ~ Hoseok Masterpost

Tagging: @alex-awesome-22 @missmoxxiesworld @bryvada @knjhe @i-dont-even-know-fck @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered

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trina864 · 1 year

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Kingdoms and Wars | Park Jimin

Summary; You always thought it was your fault what happened that night, but when you find out what really happened and that something much bigger is going on it brings you closer to the one you thought you lost.

Paring: Panther shapeshifter Jimin X Peregrine falcon shapeshifter f!reader. | E2L

Genre: Fanfiction, romance, Fantasy. || Angst, Fluff. | ROYAL AU

Word count: 16k

Warnings: It’s a war, so lots of fighting - also against Jimin. Mentions of blood, killing, torturing, manipulating. We’re talking wounds to the bones here. Very chaotic in a way. Reader is a confused mess, yet strong lady. Jimin is pretty mean at the beginning.

Spotify Playlist: Here.

‣ A/N: Hi, so I’ve had this story in my drafts for soooo... long! I picked up on it a while ago and it took me some time to find out which way I wanted to go with it. But here we are! I want to be honest with you and say that I’m not very good at keeping a blog, and it takes me some time, lots of time actually to write stories, but I’m practicing to write faster and better. With that being said I’m always up for a chat, and I hope you like this story! Love from the author. <3

This was the moment.

Your moment.

Your soldiers moment.

The moment you had spent months on planning. Every detail was set and the thirst for victory had never been stronger.

It was strange, a war between two different shape-shifting races.

One being birds of prey; your kind.

The other being all cat animals you could think of. From the smallest lynx to the biggest lion; Jimins kind.

Shapeshifters were always friendly, keeping to themselves in the background. Compared to other creatures as dragons and elves shapeshifters were very calm.

But this field only showed that there were layers to things.

Jimin stood at least 40 meters away from you, his black triangle ears ever so slightly moving at small sounds you couldn’t hear.

Even if he was that far away you could still see every detail of him. His black strands of hair, his nose twisting, his golden skin, his lips…

Every detail on him was clear for your sight to see, cause even if he had the best smell and hearing of the two of you, your kind had amazing sight.

This moment was the silence before the storm. The only thing to be heard was the howling wind impatiently telling you to attack.

You turned your eyes to the right side seeing your soldiers start to shift into all sorts of birds, hawks, eagles even owls. They were bigger than normal birds with the human genes in their dna.

You sighed as you too shifted into your animal. With your big wings you calmly flew higher into the sky were you had the advantage.

You could feel all the cat eyes follow you like shadows follow at your feet. It was somehow giving you more confidence, you couldn’t help the smirk that reached your lips.

You soon made eye contact with the one and only Jimin. He had too changed form into his mighty black panther.

Your good sight caught everything about him - the muscles underneath his fur, how they clenched and unclenched, his claws poking through his heavy fur layered paws, his eyes trying to catch up with what you were seeing, how his pupils extended just the slightest when he realized the eye contact.

He was overwhelming.

It was a rare sight, black panther shifters are rare and also extremely powerful, you didn’t linger on why Jimin was king of the cats.

But you were powerful yourself.

When you hovered about 24 meters in the air you howled and spread your abnormal big wings.

When Jimin saw your peregrine falcon in the air he began hissing soon turning to growling. The other cats followed him.

Not even a second after their growls you howled and dove towards the ground. Your claws were out, ready to grab one of the cats and rib them apart.

The birds had a big advantage. They could start the attack. Jimin and his cats wouldn’t be able to reach you in the air, the only thing they could was to defend themselves and try to snap out after you.

When you reached the cats, claws out, you had the first cat in your grab. A cheetah at that - cheetahs were very hard to catch as they were extremely fast.

The cheetah snapped after your claws, wings, everything that would result in you letting go, but it couldn’t reach you.

You bended down to bite at its neck, you knew exactly which nerve to bite to let it faint in your grasp.

You didn’t enjoy killing, never had, therefore you agreed with your soldiers to only knock them out.

Dropping the cheetah to the ground you took a look at how it went for your soldiers. There were some down trying to fight them on the ground, you were worried for them. They didn’t have the advantage.

You dove into the fight faster than the eyes could travel with you, no one saw it coming. You let out a squeak.

Your bird enjoyed setting her claws in flesh. You didn’t hunt often which annoyed her very much.

You got a grip at two cats one being smaller and a regular cat, the other being a white tiger. Wait, you knew that tiger.

Jimins right hand man. Taehyung.

You could also feel the struggle with the tiger knowing he would be much more trained than the others.

You were quick to let the cat become unconscious and drop it, it was another story with the tiger.

The tiger snapped much more than the others and nearly got you many times. He was wriggling so much in your grab that it was becoming difficult for you to keep a straight phase, you nearly hit the ground many times.

You knew there was no good ending to this, you were too close to the ground and Taehyung wouldn’t let you bite into his neck.

You were about to drop him and find another prey when you felt it.

You let out a defeating howl knowing this wasn’t good. Sharp claws were boring into your back pulling you down and smashing you to the ground.

The moment you hit the ground you heard your birds howl for you. You could hear them losing. This wasn’t good, you needed to win it meant everything.

The only way was to take out the leader.

And just as the thought crossed you saw a big black paw pinning you to the ground you were so awfully lying on.

Your weakness showed when you turned back into human, some of your animal features still present, such as the long claws on your hand, and feathers broke through your skin here and there.

When a shifter couldn’t keep their shift it was because they were tried, which was weakness.

You felt his breath on your neck feathers. Only a bite and you would be dead, it was so fascinating to him.

Jimin was arrogant not believing in your power. He never had believed in your power, not since childhood. He hadn’t even made a real plan for this fight knowing he would win.

But arrogance kill.

In the blink of an eye you had gathered all your energy and you made an attack.

Flipping around, your sharp claws tore over his face. You saw blood drip from his chin when he roared and threw himself away from you.

Taehyung beside you didn’t hesitate before jumping in, but you outsmarted him and dodged away from him with ease before letting your claws sink into his leg.

He roared too kicking you away from him.

Your own back was hurting. The ten claw marks on your back had opened up for blood and you could feel it drip down from your back.

You could see that Taehyung was hurting surely not coming back for more, it was another story with the panther in front of you.

He growled, eyes filled with hate and blood as he began circling around you.

“Come on Jimin..” you whispered waiting for his attack.

The air was filled with anticipation, this was the final battle between you two, a battle which had been going on for a decade. If he lost it would mean victory, but if you lost it would mean death.

Jimin let out an amused growl hearing you whisper at him. He liked being the one to start the attack.

“Come on Jimin..” You said again this time with more annoyance in your tone.

You were literally getting dizzy turing around yourself like this… but maybe that was his plan?

You stopped turning with him instead using all of your senses:

Hearing, smelling, felling, tasting and seeing.

You were strongest in seeing, but a second place would be feeling, you could feel every movement around you, also Jimins.

So it didn’t surprise you when he finally launched out to attack your back.

You dodged by turning to your right and Jimin was left with nothing between his claws as he had hoped.

It made him growl feeling the emptiness in his paws.

It didn’t take two seconds before he again launched at you, this time in front of you.

You dodged with ease again almost bursting into laughter seeing his struggles.

It was as if you were playing with a kitten. It was annoying him how little care you gave into it, but still managed to dodge him, and it made his anger stronger.

Anger which he used precious energy on.

This time when he jumped at you again claws out and teeth sharp you only fell to the ground and watched as he jumped right over you.

But playtime was over.

Instead of not attacking back this time you let your claws sink into him while he jumped over you resulting in them cutting him open.

His growl turned weak, but still the anger was now keeping him up as the only thing.

He attacked again but with all the weakness in his body for tiring himself you didn’t even need to dodge.

Taking a grip around his paw you smashed him to the ground. He didn’t resist, he couldn’t find the energy.

You ended it by letting you claw find the place where he would faint and the moment he did, his cats stopped fighting and your birds won.

“Your majesty!”

You looked up to see your medical doctor who was also your really good friend run over to you.

He had noticed the claw marks on your back and was already trying his best to stitch them up before you would pass out from the loss of blood.

“Hoseok! Glad you’re here.”

“Yea yea, but I can’t help much if we don’t get you back to the castle.”

Hoseok and you had grown up together on the castle. Hoseok had been a village boy who worked his way up as he was studying medical records, and as he was only a few years older than you a friendship quickly bloomed between you.

He too was a shapeshifter like all who lived in your kingdom, his bird being a hawk.

“We’ll take Jimin with us, the rest will be handled by Seokjin. I need to try and get some informations from Jimin before we deliver him to Seokjin.” You commanded.

Before you knew it, you were back to your own beloved kingdom. You and your soldiers walked in the little village just before the castle, you saw many familiar faces greet you with respect.

Everyone was relieved that you had won, cause if not it would have meant destruction for your part of the shapeshifting country, and that was something you couldn’t bear.

The war had been going on between you and Jimin for many years. Jimin hated you and you hated Jimin, he was arrogant, selfish and whenever you met he would insult you.

As the queen of the bird-shifters you weren’t used to insults and you didn’t take them easily.

But this battle was not just about Jimin stepping over line by disrespecting your part of the shapeshifting realm, Jimin was starting to interfere with vampires. This was alarming, and not only to you, but to the other shapeshifters as well.

Vampires and shapeshifters had been in war for over centuries, people often thought of the war between vampires and werewolves, and werewolves so happened to be part off shapeshifters.

Shapeshifters no matter the race had always been against vampires and their ways of being extreme in torturing, manipulating and killing. You yourself loathed vampires, they had taken more of your people than any other race had. Whenever you thought of vampires it would bring back memories you were trying your hardest to forget.

This was why it had alarmed the shapeshifter community that one of their own was starting to interact with vampires. It was documented with spies that Jimin had talked with vampires on shapeshifter ground, and that was very illegal.

You were alarmed, because you didn’t understand his motives behind it, Jimin was the last person who would be interfering with them.

A meeting had been held between your kingdoms, there were five in all with Jimins. But the meeting had been held with only four kingdoms.

Your kingdom, Felan. The sea creatures kingdom, Havini. The reptile kingdom, Josumi. And then the biggest kingdom known as Tefany, the biggest cause it was really just a mix of creatures.

Tefany had races from every corner of the world, and they made sure to brag about that, but you didn’t blame them for that, you blamed their king, Seokjin, he always loved to brag about his kingdom.

The meeting had been held in Tefany without Jimins or his kingdom’s, Valsinto, knowledge. It was Seokjin who had called all of you for he saw just like you how Jimin was starting to rule.

“I have called you all here because we need to discuss Valsinto’s status.” He had started as you all were seated at a round table.

“Is something happening with Valsinto?” Selina, the queen of Havini had asked, her voice small compared to her fierce killer whale shapeshift. You had witnessed how her anger could burst out of her making her one of the most dangerous shapeshifters in water.

She besides you was the only women to rule over a kingdom.

“I’m afraid Jimin is starting to become a threat to all of us.” Seokjin had stated.

“What do you mean? Jimin is only a threat towards Felan.” The ruler of Josumi, Yoongi, had remarked his split eyes looking over at your form.

“I’m afraid that is not the case anymore.” Seokjin had replied with a sigh.

“Jimin is interfering with vampires.” When Seokjin stated that the two others gasped with fierce looks in their eyes. No one was allowed to meddle with vampires, that was the law of peace between the shapeshifter kingdoms.

You were the only one not surprised, not scared, when Seokjin had stated the meetings reason. The other two turned to you and it was Yoongi who stood up and raised his voice.

“You knew about this, Ms. Y/N?!” His eyes shifting color as his split tongue came out in a sneer.

Your own nails grew relentlessly as your anger took over. You and your race had always been treated with little to no respect from the other kingdoms. They had never liked the way your kind observed instead of talked, unlike Jimin and his kind, his talking and charming person had convinced the others.

The cats and birds had been at war since your teenage years, there had never been any help from the other shapeshifters.

“As you yourself pointed out Mr. Namjoon, Valsinto has always been a threat to Felan, you can only expect me to have spies on Jimin.” Even in your anger you kept your cool, there was a slight venom in your tongue, but nothing which would rile the situation up even more.

“But why didn’t you share your information with us, Ms. Y/N?” Again Selinas small voice quivered.

“I don’t see why Felan should bow for your kingdoms when there has never been respect for our kingdom as deserved.” You answered shuting them all.

It was Seokjin who broke the silence.

“Ms. Y/N is right.” His voice broke as he looked down from you gaze.

“We have never had respect, none of us has had respect for any of the five Kingdoms, especially Felan has been treated poorly. I want to give you my deepest apologizes, and thereby offer my cooperation. We need to stop Jimin from being manipulated by the vampires, and we need to do it fast.”

At the meeting it had been decided that your kingdom would lead the fight against Valsinto as it was your people who had experience at fighting against the cat shapeshifters.

There were more reasons to it, you had requested to lead the fight because you had to figure out Jimins motives, his planning. You were in war with Jimin, but you knew him, he wouldn’t meddle with vampires at his own will. but also because you felt as if you had something to prove, your kingdom, and you as a leader had to prove that your people were strong.

You needed to prove to the others that you had earned enough respect.

As you walked the hallways of your castle you felt yourself getting dizzy. The bandgade Hoseok had made was drenched in your blood. You felt yourself fumble as you took a turn in the hallways.

“Your majesty!” Hoseok immediately ran up to you and held your arm in support.

“Take Jimin to the dungeon... Hoseok will lead me to the nursering hall.” You muttered to the guards behind you.

They walked past you as you leaned on Hoseok. Not even a step further you felt yourself faint from the lose of blood and a whisper of Hoseoks voice could be heard in the back of your mind.

When you awoke it was to the sun shining through the window at the furthest wall in the room. At first you felt no pain, but that quickly changed as you tried to sit up.

“You need to be careful Y/N.” Hoseok said as he pushed you down again.

“Your wounds are healing well, but you lost a lot of blood it will take some time for your system to adapt to that.” He explained while mixing herbs in a mortar.

“And Jimin? Did he awake yet?”

“Yes, he woke up the day before yesterday.” Hoseok answered making you flinch, how long had you been out?

“How long have I been sleeping?” You asked turning towards Hoseok who was still fidgeting with the herbs.

“Three days.” He mumbled.

“Three days?! I have to get up, the others will want Jimin in their custody.” You exclaimed as you stood up, for a moment the world spun around you and you fell to the bed again.

“Y/N! You have to stay in bed and let your body heal!”

“Hoseok, I agreed with Seokjin and the others that Jimin would be transferred to Josumi, 6 days after we got him. I have to see him.” You sighed and ruffled your already messy hair.

“And? Isn’t that good then we don’t have to worry about him.” Hoseok stated as his herbs were finally done. He turned you so your back was facing him, and started smearing the mix onto your wounds. You almost moaned when the cold mix touched your skin immediately relaxing it.

“Hoseok you know Josumi’s ways with people they deem traitors, they tortur them. If Jimin goes to Josumi it would mean even more chaos. Jimin would feel betrayed and he would make sure a war would start. I can’t let him go to Josumi.” You muttered in a small voice. You felt Hoseok slow his movements behind you. A sigh left you when you knew what Hoseok was going to say.

“Don’t tell me... Y/N? Do you still have feelings for the guy?” He asked his voice quiet.

You stayed quiet before Hoseok, not knowing how to answer. Did you have feelings for Jimin? You didn’t know, all you knew was that Jimin would not be going to Josumi. Josumi was a warm place filled with deserts of sand, and no places to hide. Jimins kind was not meant to be in an environment like that. Further more Yoongi was known to be a fair yet ruthless ruler, if he deemed someone unworthy of his time or trust he would make sure to find that persons weakest link and use it against them.

Even though Jimin had disrespected your kind, your pride and your feelings, you never wanted the things going on in Josumi to happen to him.

“Y/N, he betrayed you, he used your feelings against you! How can you still care about him when he doesn't deserve you?!” Hoseok ranted behind you while fuming around in the room.

You couldn’t blame Hoseok for being angry with you. It had been him who had seen you the queen of birds of prey at your worst, he had comforted you the night Jimin had made sure to tear you apart.

Jimin and you had known each other much longer than most people knew about. Your fathers had been good friends when you were younger. They often met in Tefany where they would put you and Jimin together to practice your training skills. You grew up each summer in Tefany with Jimin by your side. And each summer each of you bloomed even more. You were always so impatient for the summer break where your father would take you to Tefany and you could see your beloved friend, and crush.

You remember the long summer days with practice in the rose filled garden, and Jimins loving smiles. And the nights where you two would shift to your animals and run wild in the beautiful nature.

You also remember the summer where everything crashed, you were 17 then, Jimin 18.

“Jimin! What’s happening?!” You asked as you ran up to the fuming boy. The guards from the palace had woken you up and hurried you out of the castles walls. They had dragged you to the garden filled with roses of different colors where you found Jimin racing around.

“You let them right to us!!” Jimin roared at you his eyes turning yellow in the evenings darkness.

“W- what are you talking about?” Your voice quivered. You had never seen Jimin this upset before, his hair messy and his eyes filled hate. You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared.

“The vampires! They are inside now! You let them to us when you insisted on taking that evening walk!!” Jimin shouted walking up to you and pushing you into a rose bush. Their thorns bore into your skin, you whimpered in pain and quickly fiddled out of the bush.

“What..? But we always take evening walks. I- I-” Childish tears of broken love rushed to the surface of your eyes and spilled on your blood kissed cheeks.

“I told you we should stay at the castle tonight! That there have been rurmors of vampires! And now look what you have done!!” Jimin had never looked at you like that, hate filed eyes just like the thorns in your skin.

“Y/N!” You heard your father’s secure voice yell as he came running from the castle with a few guards. You ran to his embrace crying into his shoulder. He didn’t know the true reason for your tears, only you and Jimin knew.

“My father?!” Jimin begged, and you felt your father’s embrace loosen as he looked over at the young boy’s hoping eyes.

“Jimin... H- he didn’t make it.”

That summer changed everything between you two, and your kingdoms. Jimins hatred towards you started wars. He was the new king of Valsinto, and only two years later when your father died you became queen of Felan.

Your pasts were unknown to the people, but between you two it was the reason for the wars between your kingdoms. The other rulers never understood what had started the obstacles between two well held kingdoms, suddenly there were just two rulers who hated each other.

Your biggest fear was for people to discover your past. That you were the reason for a kings death. And even if you had been told to not believe those words you could not stop believing in them.

It was your fault that Jimins soul was broken, and you were afraid to try and do anything about it. You hated him, and you hated yourself.

He had made sure to let the other kingdoms know that the reason behind the wars was you. He never told them anything about the night, only that you were the reason for it all.

You were done believing that you were at fault. And you were even more done being afraid of your past, it was time to embrace it.

On the nursing bed your tears spilled from your eyes just like that night so many years ago.

Hoseok sat down beside you and patted your arms. His anger always vanished when he saw his friend’s tears.

You had spent many years believing Jimins words, because you cared for him. It was that care that broke you over and over again.

He was blinded by his anger, he needed something to punch, and you so happened to be his punching bag.

but you were done being a punching bag, you were a proud creature, you weren’t weak anymore.

“Y/N, if you really love Jimin, you need to wake him up from his anger. You can’t keep standing by and let him hurt you.”

You knew that, but how were you supposed to make him realize what he was doing?

The day after you found yourself circling the entrance to the dungeons where you knew Jimin would be.

You had always played a big game in front of Jimin, never letting him see how his words hurt you. You may have feelings for the man, but you were first of all the queen of the kingdom Felan. If you showed your weakness to any of the four rulers it could have been used against you.

Now things had changed. If you didn’t show your weakness now, it could be catastrophic. Yoongi would be here tomorrow to pick up Jimin, and you had to figure out what Jimins plan was before he was taken away.

You knew he wouldn’t meddle with vampires no matter what, but you also knew that there in fact had been vampires on shapeshifter teoritory.

When you finally walked down the cold corridor you wanted to run up again. Yet you felt yourself move forward with a determination you didn’t know you had.

“Your majesty.” The cold hall was filled with guards by each of the cells housing the worst kinds of traitors and killers. As you walked by each of the guards bowed their head in respect, filling your heart with confidence.

The prisoners each yelled when they saw you who was the reason for their capturing. They rushed to the doors trying to break free and get the enjoyment of killing you. The look in their eyes frightened you deep down, but the royal blood which floated in your core forced you to lock eyes with them. Your eyes would never show the fear you had for them.

Fear for yourself had never reached you, it was the fear for others that really terrified you enough to show.

You reached the door at the end of the hallway too quickly for your own liking, you knew behind that door was your greatest everything in one person, your greatest war, greatest insecurity, greatest love, and all was placed in Jimin.

The door was opened for you by one of the guards and the sight behind it wasn’t idyllic.

Jimin was hung up by his hands, his head lulled forward and his legs barely standing. You could faintly hear drops of blood hit the floor. In the living light hung beside him his skin was painted in warm colors.

When you looked over the claw marks from your own hand you felt a pang of guilt, yet it was overwhelmed by the sadness he had caused you.

“Get a doctor. Take your time.” You said to the guard who had opened the door.

You stepped towards him with echoes following your high heels.

“Come here to mock?” You slowed as you heard his voice. It was deprived of water, yet there was still poison in his mouth.

You said nothing as you walked closer to his cage. When you were stood in front of him you waited till he lifted his head and looked at you. You weren’t sure how you looked in his eyes, if you look scared, sad or full of pity, all you knew was that finally for the first time you were truly angry at Jimin for the pain he had caused you.

All the anger you had never felt came rushing to you when you looked at him like this. All his punches had been for nothing? His malicious words was in vain, he had lost this battle.

And the worst thing: he lost the battle not to you, but to himself when he started engaging with vampires.

“Why...?” You hesitated, as if to keep your anger to yourself.

Jimin didn’t say anything, all he did was lift his weak lips into a smirk. The claw marks from his jaw to his cheek dripped blood to the smirk painting it in red.

“Why Jimin?!” You punched the bars in front of him, yet he didn’t flinch.

Jimins smirk faltered just the slightest, something you noted into your mind for later.

His head once again lulled down to hang from his shoulders, as if he didn’t want to carry the weights on his shoulders anymore. In your anger you opened the door in front of you and fumed over to him. Griping him by his jaw you heard him hiss, a thing which would have slowed you before, yet you kept pressing into his skin making him look into your eyes.

“why...” You whispered. The black in his pupils crumbled before you as the hurt in your eyes showed itself for the first time.

There was an unspoken understanding between you two, an understanding you had only ever felt 10 years ago. This new yet old connection between you two made a seed of hope bloom inside you, maybe he was still there.

Yet you didn’t know if it would change anything between you two, the damage was too big and your kingdoms had suffered because of your childish behavior, people had died.

You couldn’t allow yourself as the queen of your kingdom to fall for the man who had caused parents to die.

You sighed as you threw his face out of your hold.

“Why did you engage with vampires Jimin?” You demanded but like before he stayed silent before you. It irritated you.

“Look I am trying to help you here, tomorrow Yoongi will come to take you and we both know that his ways of getting information is much more remorseless than mine.” Your heels clicked for each step you took on the stone covered floor.

Jimin was dressed in clothes from the battle as he didn’t get a chance to change.

“Why should I believe you want to help me?” His raspy voice groaned as his shackles rattled. He tried to stand, but you saw how his legs gave up under him.

Suddenly you regretted saying the guard could take his time.

You walked up to him by his side and placed your arm on his back lifting some of his weight from the ground.

“Because I don’t hate you like you hate me. And unlike you I remember the times before that night.” You expressed making him look at you.

The two of you held the eye contact. His black ears atop his ebony filled hair twisted ever slightly.

“Y/N I didn-”

“Your majesty the doctor is here.” The guard interrupted making you sigh. You almost had him hooked around your finger, one more minute and you could have learned about his plans.

You knew Jimin didn’t corporate with vampires. But what he was doing with them was a mystery.

After you had let go of Jimin the doctor went up to the weak man and started tending his wounds. You stayed in the room together with the guard, keeping an eye on the panther.

Jimin had often made it clear he hated bird shifters, he didn’t deserve your trust yet.

You could see the struggles from the doctor when he had to tend the big wounds on Jimins stomach. His clothes was made of amor, something which was placed tightly to his body.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t get his shirt off without taking the shackles off your majesty.” He said with a bow.

“Take the shackles off.” You said to the guard beside you. The guard turned to you with a bewildered expression.

“But your majesty he could try to-”

“I said Take. Them. Off.” You commanded locking eyes with the guard who immediately followed your orders and walked over to release Jimin.

Jimin fell to the ground with a thud. He groaned as he took ahold of his sore wrists and massaged them. They were red with bruises all around from the shackles. You almost felt sorry. Almost.

“Hurry and stabilize him before he loses to much blood.” You said to the doctor and sat down on a small chair placed in the corner of the room.

Your own wounds were starting to feel sore, you would have to find Hoseok after and get some of that magical herb mix he had made. When you looked at Jimin and the way he twisted on the floor you considered lending him some of the mix as well.

When the doctor was finished Jimin had fallen asleep on the floor, his body shivering from the pain and the cold.

“His wounds doesn’t look to good, your majesty. I will have to keep check on him for a week or two too see if the medicin is working.” He said after cleaning the blood of his hands.

You cursed yourself for not having given him a doctor instantly after the fight, yet Jimin had given you no reason to care for him and he still hadn’t. But with Yoongi arriving tomorrow and Jimin being in such a bad condition, you knew there was a risk of him not making it through his visit in Josumi.

“We don’t even have two days doctor, mr. Yoongi will be arriving tomorrow to take him. Isn’t there something we can do now?” You urged. But the look on the doctors face said it all. Jimin would be dead if he didn’t get the right treatment, and it would be because of you.

“Hoseok what should I do?!”

After the incident you had gone straight to Hoseok searching his perspective on the situation. You needed a hawks eyes on this matter.

“First you need to calm down, you’re stressing your body with all this marching around.” He emphasized. His eyes followed your moving form marching around in his room.

You groaned as you took a seat on his bed.

“I still don’t understand why it’s so important to you. Jimin has done nothing to deserve your distress.” He said.

“I know.”

“Then why are you stressing so much over it?!” Hoseok exclaimed standing up from his old armchair making the legs of it squeak against the floor.

“Because Jimin knows something!!” You screamed at Hoseok as you too stood up facing him.

You saw how his anger slowly retreated and his shoulders relaxed. His eyes looked over your face- scrunched in absolute chaos, sadness, confusion, anger, confidence, determination, there were to many emotions on your face which Hoseok rarely saw, it scared him in a way.

You composed yourself, letting your hands sweep over your face and down your dress, after seeing your friend sigh.

“Hoseok I know you think I’m only this distressed because it’s Jimin, and we have a past...” You frowned remembering back to a few nights before you got to know of Jimins vampire business.

“But Jimin really does know something.”

Hoseok who had turned away from you frowned hearing your words. They sounded so serious, and in a moment he got the idea that there was something you weren’t telling him.

“What do you mean ‘Jimin knows something’? Is there something you’re not telling me Y/N?” He said still not looking at you but crossing his arms over his chest. It was clear he was hurt by you yelling at him.

“... There is.” You finally admitted making him spin towards you. His face was scrunched up, skepticism visible.

“You mean to say to me that there are informations you didn’t tell me?! For how long have you been keeping secrets?”

“Hoseok I’m not keeping secrets, you can trust me.” You walked towards him, but he walked backwards.

“You clearly have been keeping secrets if there are things you haven’t told me.” He yammered.

“I had to! Hoseok believe me when I say that the things going on right now is dangerous! It’s bigger than you, me, even Jimin! I was trying to protect you and Naia!” You begged fumbling towards your most trusted friend.

Hoseok and you had been friends ever since you could remember, your past went back to the same time as yours and Jimins. Hoseok had stood by your side through thick and thin, yet you knew that the one thing Hoseok hated was dishonesty, and right now it looked like you were the dishonest one.

When hearing your words and swallowing what you were saying Hoseok forced himself to calm down. He knew you wouldn’t try to hurt him on purpose.

“...Tell me what’s going on Y/N and I will help you figure out what to do.” He reasoned and sat down again. You could still see the anger in the twists of his eyebrows and the fiddling of his hands, but your happily took what he offered of peace.

You sat down in front of him on his bed.

“You remember two weeks before the news of Jimin interfering with vampires?”

Hoseok shook his head and looked to you with a questioning look.

“No, what does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything.”

In a fresh night of spring laughter could be heard from a small cottage placed in the outskirts of the village placed in the kingdom Felan. It was you, Hoseok and his wife Naia who finally found time to get together and enjoy wine over a meal.

“So you’re telling me, my husband flew straight into a tree when you played catch?” Naias light voice said making a laugh spring from your mouth.

“Yes! He was so into the game that he flew straight into the trunk.” You exclaimed making Naia roll over with her wineglass in hand.

“Hey! To my defends we were only 14 and I wasn’t very good at maneuvering!” Hoseok defended, but it only made it worse for himself, as Naias laughter intensified.

“Yea yea keep telling yourself that... Wait, is the time so many? I have to get back to the castle! They’ll be expecting me to a meeting at 9 o’clock.” You exclaimed getting up from your comfortable seat.

Hoseok and Naia both complained, but none the less followed you to the door to say their goodbyes.

That night you had on purpose let you horse stay back at the castle as you still loved your night walks. The night walks had followed you since you and Jimin had started doing them.

Thinking of him would always make your heart clench with sorrow. You never understood how he could get so angry at you, keep you at such a big distance, had he never felt anything for you?

You had walked through the woods in your own thoughts being totally lost in your head, when you had heard a weird sound. The sound didn’t only awake you from your thoughts it made hairs rise on your arms.

The sound had sounded like a vampires teeth sinking into flesh, a sound which had all your senses alert.

Though scared you walked towards the sound, you weren’t queen for nothing and if one of your citizens were in danger you would sacrifice your life.

“...what do you mean you don’t know?...” A voice you had never heard before said. It was a horrid voice, high pitched, only a vampire could have such voice.

“I mean I don’t know! The person won’t reveal themself, they write there’s too much at risk.” Another more well known voice whispered. You felt your nails grow when you heard the voice of your own royal adviser and how he was whispering together with the vampire.

The adviser had been in your family for years, he had served your father before yourself. You couldn’t understand what he was doing with a vampire.

The voices became louder as you came closer to the culprits. Your dress was lifted in your hands to not make a sound. You would’ve shifted into your falcon if it wasn’t because they would hear you.

“Find out who it is! I need more information! The last piece and we got them.” The voice spat.

You tried to get closer to get a look of the vampire, but it was limited how close you could get before the vampire would smell your blood.

“All our planning for years will finally be fulfilled. We just need him dead.” The vampire whispered before eventually it was gone in the blink of an eye. You couldn’t feel the presence of it anymore.

“Wait! What does this even mean Y/N?” Hoseok wondered out. Even though he understood the words coming from your mouth he couldn’t connect the dots.

You sighed sitting on the edge of the bed with your fists full of hair.

“Don’t you understand Hoseok?! There are spies everywhere giving information to the vampires! Hell we didn’t even realize Jasper was on their side, yet he has been giving information to them always!” You whisper-shouted at your best friend.

It was as if a light opened in Hoseoks eyes when you put it that way.

“They have been planning for years Hoseok... Every little attack which has happened was planned, every detail in our meetings they know, they know everything about every of our kingdoms.” You whispered your voice hopeless.

Hoseok walked over to sit beside you and you felt his arm give you a squish into him.

“When I found out about Jasper I took him and a few trusted guards with me to a safe house no one but I knew the location of... There I got him to talk.” You explained.

The memories of Jasper in that house still filled you with horror. The things you made yourself do to get information out of him disgusted you, but you knew it had to be done, he couldn’t be trusted.

“Did you know that the attack all those years ago was planned? The attack back in Tefany...” You said and Hoseok quickly caught up to your words.

“Wait... but that means-”

“It wasn’t my fault. Me and Jimin didn’t lead any vampires back with us to the castle, they already had everything planned. It wasn’t me who killed Jimins father. That’s why I’ve been so chaotic- Everything I believed was false, I don’t know if I hate Jimin, love him, or if i hate myself, love myself. I just don’t know anymore.” You said tears finally prickling underneath your eyes.

To think that you had blamed yourself for so many years, that Jimin blamed you, and finding out it wasn’t your fault made all the weights on your shoulders float away. It was as if someone pulled you up from overflooding water and made you breath again, but then they dumped you in all the chaos.

“Well this is both terrific and good.” Hoseok said and you could only chuckle in agreement. Good for you that it wasn’t you who was at fault, terrific because if it wasn’t an accident it meant something bigger was roaming around. Something messed up in the royal activities.

“You said the vampire mentioned someone having information, I assume a traitor or spy? But wasn’t there also another person they wanted dead? Someone who knew too much maybe?” Hoseok asked whereas you nodded.

“Do you know who any of them is?” He asked.

“No... Jasper didn’t know who the traitor was and he wouldn’t tell me who the vampires wanted to kill... I did get- get some kinds of hints though.” You said uncertainty in your tone.

“Now listen to me Jasper... We can do this the easy way or the hard way. As far as I’m concerned the easy way isn’t as hard to clean up afterwards, but you decide.” You explained making the old man before you gulp.

“You don’t scare me Ms. Y/N. I’ve known you since you were a baby, you won’t hurt me.” Jasper said his trembling telling you of his hypocrisy.

“Tell me who is it that shares important information with the vampires?” You demanded, but Jasper stayed silent.

You took ahold of his wrinkled hands tied to the chair, and there your nails grew to their full extent cutting into his skin slowly and painfully. His cries echoed in the room, making some of your soldiers turn away.

“Let’s try again. Who shares our information with the vampires?” You again commanded this time your voice stronger and closer to his ear.

“I don’t know who it is! I was trying to find out for the vampires so they could get some specific information they needed!” He whimpered making you retreat your nails from his hands.

“Surely if you’ve tried to solve this, you must have a clue. Tell me.” This time you grabbed around his neck. Beneath your fingers his pulse was beating in the mercy of your hand, one cut and it was over for your old adviser. He whimpered louder than before.

“Alright! Alright! All I know is that it’s someone from high ranks! The information they had is top classified.” He shouted.

“How high ranks?” You asked letting your nails touch the thin skin on his neck.

“Ranks as in the kings and queens!”

You had stopped there taking two steps back. Your soldiers had look confused of the snippets they were hearing. You had known this vampire thing were serious, yet that there was a chance at your own collogues being the culprits- that took you by surprise.

“There was someone who the vampires wanted to kill, who?” You continued. Jasper saw how your eyes darkened when he revealed that your royal friends weren’t as friendly as you originally thought. He saw the child he had known fade away in front of his eyes, and that frightened him.

You never had mercy for traitors.

“I- I won’t tell you.” He stammered. You slowly walked over to him and leaned your sleek form over him. If he wasn’t going to tell you, then you would make him.

“If you don’t tell me... I will make sure to paint my white roses red with your blood, whereafter I will make the vampires lick the petals clean.” You said making a promise to him which you would not break.

You would make his skin open like a zipper and watch the blood flow out of him, like classic vampire style. Only you didn’t do it for your own pleasure, you did it for your people.

“You can do what you want, I fear the vampires more than I fear you. But it’s funny to know that you’ve already seen the cry of help, from him.” Jasper said a hysterical laughter running out of his mouth.

“So, what does that mean? ‘You’ve already seen the cry for help from him’?” Hoseok phrased making you shrug.

“I’ve tried to figure that out for weeks now. Ever since the night I heard the vampire and Jasper I’ve been alert of the royals, I have my own spies in every kingdom, but they haven’t gotten anything.” You explained as you again started marching around in Hoseoks room.

“Why didn’t you inform me of this sooner Y/N? You’ve been going around with this on your shoulders, it has been stressing you out.” Hoseok said as his eyes followed you.

“I didn’t want to drag you into this game. For them it’s all a big game of thrones which they laugh at when they play. For us it’s life or death. If the wrong people find out that we know this much it’s over. We don’t know who we can or can’t trust.” You explained.

“Let’s sum up what we know so far.” Hoseok said making you stop and nod in agreement. There was so much to keep track of.

“We know that the vampires is planning something, and that they have been planning for years. We know that Jasper was a spy for them, and he’s dead. We know that there are two people who is very important to us right now: One who is a traitor, and one who could have informations which might give us the win.” Hoseok listed one after another, you nodded for each thing he said.

“But I don’t understand what all of this has to do with Jimin, you said that he knows something.” Hoseok recalled.

You walked over to his desk leaning your form on it and crossed your arms over your chest.

“If I’m honest I don’t know if he knows something. But it was all just too suspicious, two weeks after I found out about Jasper and Jimin is found corporating with vampires. I know he would never work together with vampires. He hated me for thinking I lead a vampire to his father, he hates them even more for actually killing him.” You explained not looking into his eyes. You knew Hoseok would be skeptical of your reasoning, but he hadn’t known Jimin like you had.

Jimin was a man of honor, even if he had hurt you in ways you couldn’t forgive he still had dignity. He wouldn’t ever corporate with vampires.

“Y/N did you ever consider that maybe Jimin is the one giving informations to the vampires?” Hoseok asked. He noticed how your face frowned just the slightest bit.

“Think about it, maybe he blames you so much that in his hatred towards you he forgot who the real enemy is. He could have been the one leaking informations.” Hoseok explained trying to convince you. You shook your head refusing to believe what he was saying.

“No because I think that’s what they wants us to believe.” You argued, but you could already see that none of you were giving up.

You were about to give another argue when a light bubble lit up in your mind thinking back to your words.

If you were right and the vampires wanted you and the other royals to believe that Jimin was the villain, then maybe it was truly because he was the victim.

You stopped yourself from continuing making Hoseok frown. He could see on your face that you thought of something, as if something important flashed in your head.

“Hoseok I just got an idea.” You implied. You walked with determined steps over to his chamber door and was about to walk out when he stopped you.

“Wow, hey stop! What are you thinking Y/N? Tell me!” He grabbed your arm and made you turn towards him.

“Hoseok I swear I will tell you, but I need to find out if my theory is true. I’ll come back in an hour or two.” You said as you wriggled out of his hold and ran out of his door.

Hoseok stood quietly and looked after you as your dress flowed after your retreating form. A curse left his lips when he realized that you were slowly slipping out of his reach to save.

After the episode with Hoseok you ran straight to your own room to find the letter Jimin had send you not too long ago.

After it had been discovered that Jimin and the vampires were working together and it had been settled that you would go to war against Jimin, he had send you a very hateful letter.

At that time you had been confused with all that was going on, you hadn’t known what to believe.

Now that you finally figured out what to believe and what not to believe you understood the words of Jasper. ‘You’ve already seen the cry of help, from him’

If Jimin really was the victim, and you had seen a cry of help from him, then maybe this letter was more than just hateful words. You hoped that there was a message in it you hadn’t seen before, a message like you and Jimin used to make when you would send each other letters after each summer.

If there was that would mean you were right, and Jimin was targeted to die because he had discovered something he shouldn’t have.

You ran around your room throwing your drawers open to find the letter. You knew you had kept it, you kept everything Jimin send you.

After the third drawer you finally found the letter. You remember the first time you read it. It had been in the silence of the night with only one candlelight to keep you company. At first you had screamed in anger while throwing it away. A little later you found yourself biting into your thumb to keep your sobs to yourself.

As you read through it again there was still the same hurting feelings somewhere, yet they were hidden by your determination.

To miss Y/N, ruler of Felan.

.I curse your name to the devil every time I .need to hear it. .Your kind has always been a disgust. Always begging others for .help. And it is you, .Y/N, who rules over that race.

.I .am sickened by your .innocent act. .Please, it was you who killed my father, and that the others .trust you is a mystery to .me.

.Don’t think that I will ever .trust you again. .Anyone .else could hurt you and I wouldn’t care.

- .Jimin.

When you were done reading the letter a laughter escaped you. How could you not have seen the message?

I need your help, Y/N. I am innocent. Please trust me. Don’t trust anyone else. - Jimin.

Knowing Jimin was the person the vampires wanted dead terrified you. Right now Jimin was set to go to Josumi tomorrow, he had some heavy injuries because of you, and everyone in the five kingdoms was suspecting him.

You couldn’t prove him innocent. Only if you found the true traitor who had been giving the vampires clues about royal affairs, if you found that person, then it could prove Jimins innocence.

You ran with the letter in your hand down through the big empty hallways of your castle. The guards who usually would stand and keep and eye of the castle weren’t anywhere to see. You knew something was wrong, someone had ordered the guards away from their posts.

When you reached the dungeons you felt shivers hit your skin, the coldness from down there seemed to be more relentless than before.

Your steps echohed in the corridors, just as before there were prisoners shouting at you, you hurried past them finally reaching Jimins door and when you pulled it open you were about to greet him, but stopped suddenly.

“Hoseok? What are you doing here?” You asked in the doorway. Hoseok was standing in front of Jimins cage his back turned to you.

But when he turned there was a smile on his lips, the same loving look in his eyes and sigh leaving his mouth.

“I was just checking if you were down here. I couldn’t understand why you suddenly left before, but I knew it had something to do with Jimin.” He said.

You looked at your best friend, he was the same as always nothing suspicious about him, yet the feeling in your gut told every of your senses to run.

“Yea, well you were right Hoseok. I was blinded by my past with Jimin to see that it’s him who is leaking our informations. I should have listened to you, I’m sorry.” You lied as you walked over to him and gave him a hug which he happily welcomed.

“I will let Yoongi take him tomorrow, they will know what to do with him.” You said looking at Jimin who’s face was a little swollen from the scars you had given him.

His eyes begged you not to do it. You could see it clear as day in him how his fright shined through. Jimin was weak and dying in that cell.

“Please... Y/N...” Jimin whimpered, but you were pulled out of the room by Hoseok who shook his head.

“He really thinks he can manipulate you with his tears.” He said walking with you out of the dungeons hand in arm.

“Yea... What a fool.” You said with hurt in your eyes, but instead of it being for Jimin, this time it was for the friendship you knew you were losing as you looked over at the same old Hoseok.

You stayed up wandering around in your room till 12 at midnight wondering if it really could be true.

“What do you mean ‘Jimin knows something’? Is there something you’re not telling me Y/N?”

“Why didn’t you inform me of this sooner Y/N? You’ve been going around with this on your shoulders, it has been stressing you out.”

“Think about it, maybe he blames you so much that in his hatred towards you he forgot who the real enemy is. He could have been the one leaking informations.”

Could Hoseok really be a spy?

You didn’t want to believe it, he had always been there for you, always listened to you. Always managed to make you laugh. And then what about Naia? Was she a spy too?

But with every excuse you made it only confirmed the lie. When you really thought about it you remembered all his victorious smirks when you told him of news in the royal affairs, you remember how he was always overly sweet as if it was forced.

Naia too had always smirked evilly in the shadows of your eyesight.

Again your heart shattered because of the war, but this heart wasn’t going to come back, you knew you had lost your best friend - a best friend you never had in the beginning.

Hoseok was a spy, and he knew you were close to the truth, too close to the truth. If you didn’t run now you were just as dead as Jimin.

That was why you walked down to the dungeons one last time this night. Jimin and you had to get out of the castle. As Jimin wrote there wasn’t anyone else you could trust, you couldn’t even trust your own friends.

Your breath was quietly panting as you moved down the stairs of the dungeon. All the prisoners were sleeping, making it easy for you to slip past them.

At the end of the hall a guard stood guarding Jimins room. You walked over to him your chin high.

“Your majesty what are you doing here at this time?” He asked a surprised look on his face.

“That’s truly none of your concern, but if you want to know then Mr. Seokjin asked me to take Jimin to Josumi myself. I leave with him tonight.” You said and luckily it worked because the guard stepped aside and let you get through.

When the doors opened Jimin was already looking over at you confused. He had heard you two out there using his exceptional good hearing. He frowned looking at you running over to his door and realising his handcuffs.

“Y/N? What is happening?” He asked looking at your serious features. He knew you had been lying to that guard, but what your true intentions were was still unknown.

“No time for questions Jimin, we have to get out of here.” You said and hooked his arms around your shoulder which he happily complied to. You lifted him with all your strength.

“When we’re out of Felan you can shift to your panther once again and heal. Then we’ll run, you’ll have to follow me.” You explained as you together walked out of the dungeons. The guard kept looking after you, but he didn’t ask questions that wasn’t his job after all.

You could feel how Jimin was holdning onto you tightly almost begging you not to let him go. His ears atop of his head twisted in every way listening if there was anyone after you two.

“I hear Hoseok talking to someone in the hallway over there.” Jimin whispered and pointed to a hallway behind you two which you knew let to your chamber. Your eyes widened realizing that Hoseok was probably going to your room to kill you.

“We have to hurry Jimin. Hoseok can-”

“can’t be trusted I know.” He finished for you.

Jimin walked faster rushing the way you were leading him. He could feel how the stiches your doctor had made were popping up one after another, he wanted to scream in pain yet he had to stay quiet in order to not get attention.

You were almost running along with Jimin, your legs were throbbing from caring his weight, but you kept going.

You had just reached outside of the castle when you heard guards shouting orders around. You and Jimin locked eyes both knowing they had discovered your disappearance.

Both you and Jimin upped the speed to a new level. Even with your training as a soldier you were exhausted, there was a major wound on your back, which was still extremally painful and there was a moisty taste of iron in your mouth. When you looked over at Jimin he wasn’t doing much better.

The wound from his jaw was bleeding, and there was salvia hanging from his mouth. He looked as if he would faint in any moment.

You saw the edge of the somber forest just as Jimin informed you that the guards had found you.

“They have found us Y/N, they’re talking about how they can see us.” He said with his ears twisted backwards.

You looked behind yourself and Jimin and true enough, with your good sight you could see the guards some meters away from you. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear that some of them shifted into their birds to fly after you.

“You have to run Jimin! When you reach the forest you can shift and heal. I’ll keep them occupied.” You yelled pushing him forward and stopping yourself.

When you turned back feathers broke out from your skin and your mouth grew into a beak. It took seconds for you to shift.

Those seconds were enough for the first guards to reach you.

When the first one came they tried to dug under you to get to Jimin, but you blocked them and with your claws tore through one of the wings. The bird howled and crashed into the harsh ground with a bang.

You didn’t enjoy hurting your own guards, but there was nothing else to do but fight.

When the second guard came they took the fight with you instead of trying to get to Jimin.

The guard plunged into you with the strength of their harpy eagle and thereby flung you around in the air. When you finally recomposed he was already on his way to Jimin and more was coming towards you.

Jimin wouldn’t make it in time to the forest before the harpy eagle, so you quickly flew up into the sky and there dove down to the harpy eagle.

Your peregrine falcon was the fastest bird in the world, so with the dive you reached the eagle on seconds and with your claws ready to attack you took the harpy eagle out.

Jimin who had heard the fight not far behind him turned to see what was happening. Your feathers were splattered with blood as you tossed another bird away from you resulting in it crashing to the ground.

You kept fighting them one by one buying Jimin time, but more kept coming and you were getting tired. New scars had been made by the guards and the old one was slowly popping up in the stitches.

When you were at you lowest and there was a group consisting of 6 birds coming towards you all birds bigger than yourself you knew fleeing was the only option.

But as you turned a black stribe shot forward picking up the fight where you left it. You watched on the sideline as Jimin fought against the birds in his large panther.

His hind legs consisted of an incredible muscle, which made him able to reach absurd heights.

He would jump into the air and grib onto one of the birds while they tried to get some damage done, but it was impossible for them to take the panther down.

You on the other hand wasn’t doing as well as Jimin. Your body was giving up because of tiredness resulting in you changing back to human.

Jimin heard you hit the ground behind him with a thud. He looked back to your form lying lifelessly of the ground smudged in blood from your old and new wounds.

Worry filled his body when he saw you there on the ground, so when he had fought the last soldier of the big group he ran towards you and raised you onto his back.

Soldiers were shouting behind him as they tried to reach him, but he ran off into the woods with you on his back and a beating heart in his throat.

The sun streaming in through dusty windows and the smell of freshly baked buns woke you from a sleep you weren’t aware you were in. Your body were clothed in new more comfortable clothes than the ones you had on yesterday.

When you realized you didn’t know the place you were in panic erupted in you. You managed to get out of bed and take a few steps around before you remembered last night.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” A voice sounded behind you, when you turned it was to Jimins worried face. He was clothed in trousers and a beige earthly shirt. He looked good standing with the sun hitting his eyes coloring them light brown, his hair was damp with drops still dripping to the ground.

“W- where are we?” You asked ignoring Jimins question.

The room you were in seemed to be a living room with connected kitchen. Every corner was decorated with plants of different greens and small nips you usually would see in a witch cottage. The colors were earthly and balanced.

Wherever you two were it was homely and light, it made you feel good.

“It’s my mothers old cottage.” Jimin explained.

You had never met Jimins mother, it had always been his father with him in Tefany, but when you were younger Jimin would often mention her. He used to tell you stories of her cottage and how her genes made him available to heal extremally fast whenever he was shifted to his panther.

Now that you stood in the cottage you understood his joy for it. The home smelled like fresh flowers and buns which you could spot on top of the kitchen counter.

Your stomach growled loudly making Jimins ears twist. A smile lifted to his face hearing your stomach, he walked over to the buns and threw one to you, softly yelling ‘catch’.

You looked down on the bun in your hand, golden brown and still warm.

When you teeth sunk into the soft bun and you felt the bread on your tongue a low moan of approval left you. The bun was surprisingly good. When you swallowed it was as if your pain went away, your back no longer hurting and your legs ready to run a marathon.

“It’s my mothers recipe, it should cure scars and wounds of all kinds.” Jimin explained.

You frowned going over to a mirror standing by the couch you checked to see your back, and true enough when you looked there was nothing. You heard Jimin sigh in relief - he didn’t want to be the cause of a deep scar on your back.

Looking over at him there was a thankful expression on your face, Jimin melted just the slightest bit seeing your adorable cheeks full of the bread he had baked. When he looked at you like this remembering back to yesterday night he couldn’t understand how he ever could’ve caused you pain in the first place.

You saved him last night.

And now you were so pretty almost flimsy in front of him. When he looked at you standing in his beloved mothers cottage in one of her old dresses he felt his heart beat a little faster for each blink of your eyes.

“Did you find my message?... In the letter?” Jimin asked pulling himself out of the trance named you.

“At first no, but later I did.” You answered. Jimin walked past you to sit in the couch, he turned to you signaling you over to the couch before him.

“You know we have a lot to talk about.” He said and you nodded in agreement, taking the seat he had offered the two of you fell into an easy yet heavy talk about the things you had found out, everything that you knew of the kingdoms and their rulers.

There was still one ruler who worked together with vampires on the loose, and they had to be stopped.

“What is it you know that they wanna kill you for?” You asked, maybe he knew more than you, yet you had an idea that Jimin knew just as much as you did, and if that was true your name was now too on the list of wanted dead.

“I caught one of my servants getting a letter from a vampire, it smelled like death. When I read it there was written that their plans on destroying the kingdoms would soon begin. That was months ago. I stopped their plan by finding all the spyes they had in my kingdom and killing them for treachery. Without the spyes in my kingdom they couldn’t carry out their plans.” Jimin explained.

You nodded hearing him talk, yet there was one thing which you had to know, there was one thing that was bugging you.

“Did you know they planned that night? That night in Tefany 10 years ago?” You asked, Your eyes were plastered to your shaking hands, your breaths was heavy. Jimin could hear your breathing from his spot.

When you saw Jimins own hands sneaking on top of yours and holding them tightly you felt sparks in your stomach. The heavy breathing slowed with his own and your eyes finally looked into his soft brown orbs.

“I found out from one of my spyes a few months before they framed me for being in lead with vampires.” Jimin said.

“Th- then why did you never write o- or see me? You never apologized!” You exclaimed distraught. You tried standing up to walk away from Jimin, but he grabbed your wrist forcing you to stay.

“Y/N listen to me. I am truly sorry over the way I’ve been treating you all these years... If I could take it back I- I would. I wanted to apologize- to hug you even, ever since I found out that it wasn’t our fault that night. It was never your fault, no matter if it had been an accident or not, it wasn’t your fault.” You could hear his voice break a few times and you could feel the small droplets hit your skin painting it with sorrow, yet you couldn’t turn around to look at him.

You wanted to be angry at him, and to stay angry at him- him who had caused you so much pain and self-loath for the past 10 years. But there was no anger in you to be found, only regret that those years were spent like they were, in a lonely castle without a real reason for keep going.

“I would have written to you, but at that time I didn’t know who I could trust, maybe there was someone in your castle who would have read my letter and killed you for it. And then I was accused of working with vampires and I knew you would hate me. Besides it would be suspicious if I suddenly didn’t hate you anymore, maybe the vampires would have thought that I was working together with you. I- I couldn’t put you in that kind of danger.” Jimin continued. When you heard his reasoning his voice softly smoothing in through every cell in your body, you finally understood.

You understood that maybe you weren’t the only one with feelings for the other. You understood Jimin for the first time in your life. Because you and Jimin found each other there in the middle of a war surrounded by demons pulling and twisting you away from each other, but it wouldn’t succeed for them this time.

You turned around with Jimins hand still holdning your wrist and his hair still damp and dripping drops of water onto you, and there you hugged him. He hugged you back, he hugged you back with an intensity you never had imagined.

The suns waves were illuminating the two of you through the rose filled windows and making your shadows small under your feet.

The next couple days were filled with laughter and healing. You and Jimin had decided to take some days off, no thinking about the war, no thinking about the kingdoms - only fun times with laughter and times of resting to get back energy.

Today Jimin had insisted in introducing you to the forest around you. You had been curious to see the forest from inside which looked so enchanting from the windows of the cottage.

You were on barefoot feeling the damp grass under your feet. You could smell all kinds of different flowers and animals.

“Keep up Y/N!” He yelled from inside the forest. You stood outside of it admiring the pixels of dust there seemed to be soaring in the air.

“I’m coming!” You yelled back and softly ran into the forest.

When you spotted Jimin he was sat squatted down with his back to you. You walked up to him letting your hands rustle through his light hair, it was soft from the shower he took this morning.

“See.” Was the only thing he said as he leaned back into your legs, giving you space to see what he was doing.

Down in Jimins hands were a little beige colored rabbit, rubbing it’s head into his hands and making small sounds you could barely hear. You were surprised the rabbit was so comfortable with a predator like Jimin and yourself.

“How can it be so comfortable with you?” You asked looking at Jimin who was already smiling up at you.

“I think it’s my mother it can sense in me. She used to be protector and feeder of these small guys- all of them actually.” Jimin said and pointed out over the forest where you suddenly could spot all kinds of forest animals.

There were tons of rabbits jumping towards you and Jimin, there were dears walking around the trees, there were squirrels and foxes, and a variety of birds. The forest was full of life.

Jimin looked at your stunned face with an awe in his eyes, he could see your excitement yet it was dulled down by nervousness.

“You wanna hold one of them?” He asked and gestured to another little white rabbit jumping towards you and sniffing the air.

“Won’t they get scared of me? I don’t have your mother in my genes.” You explained making Jimin chuckle. He laid the rabbit he was holding down, picked the white rabbit up and held it out to you. You took a step back still scared you would stress the little thing in Jimins hands.

“They won’t get scared of you Y/N, they can sense you’re no danger. It’s just like us when we’re in animal form. You don’t get scared of someone who doesn’t want to hurt you right?” He reasoned and you nodded softly at that.

Feeling yourself relax you took a step forward again and held out your hands to welcome the little guy. When Jimin laid the rabbit in your hold, you couldn’t stop awe-ing over how small it was.

The fur was soft and fluffy and it’s tail wacked. There were small noises coming from it as it began to make itself comfortable in your arms.

When you looked up to Jimin to show him your excitement you were surprised to find him already going around and greeting the animals as if they were old friends. You had thought he stood by you all along and that that was the reason for the rabbit being so calm with you.

You sat down on the ground with the little rabbit in your hold and it wasn’t long before more rabbits came towards you. They overflooded your lap with small whacking tails and long ears.

You laughed looking at them fighting for a good spot in your lap. When they calmed you looked up to see where Jimin was, he hadn’t walked far away knowing you would probably like if he was in sight.

Jimin was stood in front of a big deer bug, it’s antlers reached over his head. You eyes widen seeing such a royal looking animal- just like Jimin. Seeing them stand in front of each others like that almost doubled the awe you had for Jimin.

You had always liked Jimin to an extent were you couldn’t forget about him even when it hurt you, but having been together with him these couple of days, seeing a new and softer side to Jimin was melting something away in you.

Suddenly you never wanted to go back to your beloved castle and your people, you never wanted to be the queen of Felan and have respect from everyone. You wanted to stay in this cottage with your animal friends, baked buns in the morning and herbal tea in the afternoon, and most off all you wanted to wake up beside Jimin every morning to a smile making moons in his eyes and the sun shining down on you to warm up your bodies entwined with one another.

That was what you wanted.

And maybe someday you would have that.

“Well I see there was nothing to worry about.” Jimin said laughing seeing your lap and arms full of fur balls in different colors and sizes. You smiled up at him and rubbed one of the rabbits behind it’s ear.

“That’s Jungkook.” Jimin told you and pointed towards a black rabbit a bit bigger than the others sitting beside you.

“He’s a shifter too, he protects the rabbits from danger. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in human form. Y’know it’s normal for some shifters to-”

“To stay in their animal form their whole life.” You finished smiling up at Jimin. Sometimes he forgot you were a ruler too, knowing just as much as he did about shifters.

“If this is Jungkook, then who was the deer bug?” You asked looking over to find the deer Jimin had talked with, but he was already gone.

“That’s Namjoon. A shifter too as you may noticed. He’s the true protector of this forest. He lives in it and always makes sure to keep unwelcome guests out. Some call him the king of the forest.” Jimin explained with a smile as he sat down in front of you and caressed Jungkook behind one of his black ears.

A little time with comfortable silence passed before Jimin again spoke.

“I was thinking if you’d wanna take a flight through the forest, then I’d be up for taking a run.” Jimin said making you look up at him with wide eyes. Was it really okay for you too shift when your animals were both predators?

“Yes, it’s okay for us to shift even though we’re predators Y/N.” Jimin said reading your mind. An embarrassed smile crossed your face.

You really did need to shift soon, you could feel your bird getting impatient to get some wind under the wings, and it would be nice to take a stroll with Jimin, like you used to.

The rabbits each hopped down from you when they felt you stir and when the last was down you stood up.

“Well I could really use the flight.” You said a smile on your face. And just minutes after you and Jimin were shifting.

Jimin watched as feathers broke through your skin, as you mouth formed into a beak and your arms grew into wings. It looked so painful, yet elegant. Your normal eye color splashed into jet black reminding him of his own fur.

He felt something homely every time you and him shifted together, it brought him back to the time before the war, to a time were you and him did everything together.

The times back in Tefany were you would look at him with adorable admiration, because he always managed to protect you from the guards whenever you did something you weren’t supposed to.

Childhood with you and him had been innocent and pure, the truest things he had felt in life was in his childhood with you.

Jimin planted his large paws to the ground looking over at you with a glint in his eyes - then he ran.

He was already far away when you shrieked and flew into the air.

You reached him quickly. The jet black panther ran beneath you on the forest floor. His muscles clenched and unclenched as large roots laid underneath his paws.

You couldn’t help but watch closely how his back muscles moved under that heavy fur. You wanted to paint your hands black with his fur. You wanted to get your hands through the fur and feel his skin.

Your wings carried you down closer to Jimin, you could almost feel his fur with your claws like this. You reached down to his ear and nipped with your yellow beak making a purr erupt from the panther underneath you.

The forest around you was quiet. There was no animals in sight, only trees and bushes.

After a while of running you could feel Jimin slow down underneath you. You looked down at him and saw his teeth out and his ears flipping around listening after something you couldn’t hear.

You knew something was wrong. Jimin wouldn’t growl at other animals, and you yourself felt movement around the two of you.

Jimin stopped under you and you found a spot in a tree to land.

His chest was low, almost touching the ground. He was in attack stance.

This wasn’t good. You couldn’t see anyone around, but you had a bad feeling, as if you were being watched from somewhere.

“I gotta say it’s impressive, how you two managed to avoid getting caught back in Felan. But the games end here.” You wanted to howl when you heard the familiar feminin voice.

Of the three rulers who stood back you had been sure it wasn’t Selina who was the traitor. She had always been to innocent, a little too sweet to ever be able to do such a thing, but apparently that had all been an act.

You thought back to the meeting between four of five kingdoms were you had discussed Jimins fate. Selina had been so genuine concerned, asking you why you hadn’t shared your informations with the rest of the kingdoms. She was genuine concerned on her own behalf.

“Y’know when Jimin found out that there was one of the rulers who couldn’t be trusted, I was so afraid if he knew it was me. I had to find a way quickly to get him out of the picture.“ Selina said as she finally revealed herself from a dark corner in the forest.

“I never told the vampires or any of the spies who I was, exactly for this reason, so no one could ever find out it was me. But Jimin knew it was one out of four, so he could easily find out it was me. At first I sent a trusted spy, one you knew well Y/N. Jasper was obsessed with finding my true identity, so I promised him if he killed Jimin I would reveal my name.” Selina said with a smirk playing on her lips.

She was confident, walking around without a weapon and she couldn’t shift without water.

“But then Y/N- you overheard his little meeting with one of the vampires, and you prevented him from killing Jimin. I knew I had to be even more careful now, I needed you to believe it was Jimin who was the traitor, so I planted vampires in his castle and made everyone believe he was the betrayer.” Selina hissed with bitterness in her voice.

She was aggressive in her stance, anger clear in her blue eyes.

“Why didn’t you believe the evidence when you even had it yourself, you had spies telling you Jimin was with the vampires, yet you didn’t believe it, Why?!”

She glared up at you her teeth in her mouth growing sharp.

You shrieked before flying down and landing beside Jimin. Your falcon was caring you now, taking over for you and forcing you to show her, to show yourself.

She nipped Jimin at his snout, kissing his cheek and leaning into his fur, which you had wanted to through the whole run, your bird did it for you showed everyone your true feelings for Jimin who purred beside you.

“Ah... I see. You still have feelings for him. Him who betrayed you when my mother killed his father. Him who crushed you to the ground because he blamed you for the killing of his father.” Selina mused. She laughed loudly bending over and mocking you.

You didn’t get hurt by it, but it was clear that Jimin beside you was getting angry. His teeth were out in a growl and his legs were clenching- ready to attack.

“Should I tell her about that night Jimin?” Selina asked with innocent eyes. He growled louder beside you, he took a step forth almost going for her throat, but you stopped him by jumping in front of him and turning to her.

You knew her words were poisonous, but one other thing about Selina- Her kind couldn’t lie.

“That night 10 years ago when you broke Y/N’s heart! You know which night right?” She asked looking at you. You knew exactly which night. There was only that one night were Jimin really broke your heart.

“It’s your fault! Your fault that he died! I lost everything because of you and your childish behavior!”

“I hope I never have to see your ugly face again! And your stupid feelings! Did you really think I’d want you? You and your stupid bird. I want someone who can handle themselves, someone who’s beautiful, intelligent, funny! You will never be any of those things. You’ll always stay an ugly murderer!”

“He really told you off didn’t he?” Selina laughed. Jimin jumped over you with a roar and launched out after her, but before he could even touch her Jimin was pulled away by a familiar bird.

“Ah Hoseok! Right on time!” Selina said and clapped her hands. Hoseok who too was in shift, carried Jimin away from Selina and with his claws held him to the ground.

You squeaked and flapped your wings looking over at Jimin getting dirt in his face and blood flowing from Hoseoks claws.

You were about to fly over and attack Hoseok when Selina interrupted.

“Ah ah ah, I wouldn’t do that Y/N! You see if you as much as move one step towards Jimin Hoseok will rip his face apart! And you know he will!” Selina yelled looking over at Hoseok and smirking.

You stayed put, not moving a feather as you looked with sad eyes over at Jimin. He was looking at you too, communicating with his eyes, telling you to run. But you couldn’t- you wouldn’t.

“Were was I? Oh! That’s right, I was telling Y/N about out lovely night together Jimin! You remember it, right? How your fingers traced my breast, my hips down to my legs. Oh how you moaned that night! ‘Don’t stop! Keep going!” Selina laughed like a maniac when she looked over the two of you.

You who had given up fighting only listening to her words while falling to the ground in deverstation, and Jimin who was roaring and scratching to get out of Hoseoks hold to rip herself into pieces.

Like the sun shining brightly and getting blocked by a million clouds filled with flowing sadness, that was how you felt when you heard that Jimin had gone to Selina that night 10 years ago. The words he had said was nothing compared to the thought of him being with anyone else.

“And to think that you would actually die for this man. Him who has caused you nothing, but pain.” Selina continued this time pity in her voice, and her pity hugged your form like slimy sweat.

“Y/N. Believe me or not when I say I don’t want to kill you. You and I... we’re the only women to rule over a kingdom, and those men has always looked down upon us! You deserve respect! We deserve respect! Join me and together we will rule all of the five kingdoms! We will, with the help from the vampires, throw the kings off their thrones and take them! You and me together is undefeatable!”

You could hear in her voice she was confident that you would agree, she knew you were devastated, angry, and she was trying to use your emotions against everything you love?! Your people! Your fellow rulers! The peace! She was trying to make you betray that... She was trying to make you betray Jimin.

Carefully you pulled your form up from the ground. Even with no scars on your body, it was hurting as if a million knifes were stabbed into you. But you stood up proudly like your animal.

There in front of Selina, in front of Hoseok- your former best friend, and in front of Jimin, the man who had made you like this- Proud, a fighter, loyal. He who in your childhood had showed you love like a soft rose being offered to you, and then ripping it away like the thorns on it’s stalk tearing through you, he had helped you to become the women you were.

And even if he had hurt you before, you were not giving up on him, cause deep down you knew who Jimin was, and you knew he was worth fighting for like he was fighting for you right now.

Selina screamed when you flew into her and bore your claws into her skin - lifting her up into the air you flew faster than you had ever done. You had to get her to Tefany.

Behind you there was sounds of squeaks and howls from different kinds off birds. Among them you could hear Hoseok. Beneath you on the forest floor there was a black stripe following you, and you were relieved to know that Hoseok hadn’t hurt Jimin when you took Selina.

Selina tried her best to wriggle out of your claws, but the more she moved the tighter you made your hold, it wasn’t until you could feel her bone that she stopped moving.

When you reached out of the forest and onto Tefany territory, you could feel the birds behind you getting closer.

You had the castle in sight yet you weren’t sure you could reach there in time.

You just had to get to Jin. You had to complete your mission.

Underneath you Jimin was running. He didn’t understand what you were doing or where you were going at first, but when he finally realized you were going to Tefany he sped up.

You could spot him speeding up and running ahead to get to get help.

“Ms. Y/N, Could I have a word with you?” You were shocked to see king Seokjin behind your chamber door after you opened it.

Having just been to the meeting regarding Jimin and his kingdom Valsinto, you were tired and wanted to be alone after ripping up in old memories, but you lead Seokjin in as he was the ruler here, and the eldest of you.

“You said at the meeting you have spies in king Jimins castle, right?” Seokjin requested looking over your face with a serious air to him. Normally Seokjin was to the playful side, accept when the situation was deadly important.

“I do mr. Seokjin, why do you ask?” You could see in him the shift in his demeanor, as if he was distancing himself from you.

“Because somebody here is lying. You know that, but the question is, is it you?” Seokjin said as he again took a step back from you, ready to shift into his lion.

You sighed knowing you’d have to give up your informations to save yourself, you still didn’t know if you could trust Seokjin, but you would have to for now.

After the explaining and you giving up your informations to Seokjin, he too had told you he had a clash with a spy who had tried to kill him cause a vampire had ordered him too do it.

Seokjin had told you if it ever was necessary you could come to him for help, and if you found out who was behind you should come to him, and he would help you get rid of the traitor.

You hadn’t trusted him enough to go to him without knowing who the real betrayer was, now you knew, you had to get Selina to Seokjin. He besides Jimin was the only one you could trust, there were still too many spies in yours and Jimins kingdoms.

When you could spot Jimin coming back with an army behind him and Taehyung by his side you were almost howling in victory. Your wings couldn’t carry Selina and yourself much longer, and the birds behind you were getting closer and closer - you could almost feel their breaths in your nape.

When the clash between Tefany’s warriors and the spies happened it send echoes through the kingdoms. There were bones breaking, blood flooding and screams ringing.

It was like water and fire hitting together and making an explosion. You were the starting point.

When you reached the warriors it resulted in Selina wrinkling herself free from your clasp and Hoseok diving down catching her.

You were exhausted, your wings so weak that you fell to the ground. Jimin caught you - jumping in the air and catching you on his back.

Deep inside you there was still the heartbreak of Selinas words, but you pushed it down. A war was not the time to cry about your love.

You jumped off Jimins back and flew up into the air searching for Selina and Hoseok. You pushed the weakness of your wings away and fought through it. You had to find her, if she got away it would mean an even bigger war and this time with the vampires there too.

When you caught the two they had already reached the treeline to the forest. You dove down to the forest reaching it in minutes with the speed of physics.

The forest was dark, the tress around you not letting you see much. Yet you could still see the figures of Hoseok and Selina. They weren’t far.

Dodging tree after tree you caught up to them. You flew directly into Selina successfully knocking her to the ground. You made a sharp U-turn and again flew into them - this time not hitting any of them, but getting dragged to the ground by Hoseok.

He turned himself into his hawk and squeaked.

You and Selina were both up on your feet in seconds. Now you three stood opposite each other, waiting for someone to start the attack. You were outnumbered.

It was Hoseok who decided to start - shooting into you. You dodged by the skin of your teeth and again dodged as Selina ran to you with her claws out.

Now it was your turn - The two was lined up so you shot to them clawing Selinas arm, but missing Hoseok.

Selina screamed out as you again succeeded to hurt her. The wound on her shoulders with your claw marks already hurting. It was embarrassing her how easy it was for you to hurt her.

Hoseok blasted to you just after you had hurt Selina, catching you off guard he bore his claws into your stomach.

All the scratches, the tiredness, the weakness you felt, caught up to you when his claws ripped out of you again.

With a final squeak you were the one to fall first - you had lost this battle. Hoseok changed back and with a laugh stalked up to your form which was ripping back into human.

Selina came up behind him with a smirk and both looked down at your tired figure.

“Too bad. You would have won if you accepted my invitation.” Selina said a laugh on her lips.

She crouched down to you pressing her long nails into the fresh wound Hoseok had made. You screamed with the last energy you had.

“Instead I have to watch you die, die in the losing end of the Kingdoms.” She said.

Tears of pain came to your eyes as she pressed her fingers harder into the wound and laughed. But when she retreated her fingers in a rip and screamed you were the one to laugh.

“The only one to die is you!”

You wheezed in sorrowful happiness when you heard Jimins voice growl out in anger.

Jimin carried Selina by her throat and banged her into a tree. Behind him Hoseok was fighting in the tight grip of Taehyung.

“J- Jimin. You don’t want to kill me, remember all the good times we had!” Selina begged her voice messed up by his hands tightening around her voice cords.

“Oh but I do Selina. Ever since I discovered that it was your mother who killed my father, it was you who was the traitor and ever since you laid your hands on my mate! I’ve wanted to kill you for so long now.” He grunted through clasped teeth.

And there on the grass you watched as Jimins hands finally ended Selina and her whole plan of finishing her mothers works.

Jimin ran over to you, taking you in his arms he hugged you into him. You softly laughed when you finally felt his lips on you as he kissed your cheek.

“My love, I am sorry for everything.” He said tears in his eyes and blood on his hands.

“Don’t be. Everything will be good now.” You told him and held his cheek in your hand.

Jimin leaned down to you, and instead of kissing your cheek, this time he took your lips and caressed them in the best kiss you had ever had. And there in his arms with his lips to yours, you awoke.

When you woke up it was to a familiar feeling of sun in your face and sounds of various kinds of birds. The cottage.

Your eyes opened to the most wonderous sight you had ever seen.

In front of you was an angelic Jimin smiling down at you, and holding you in his arms. The sun was hitting his eyes making them sparkly.

He leaned down to you, catching your lips in a soft dance with his own. Your boyfriend had the softest lips you had ever felt - just like rose petals.

“Slept well?” He asked his voice hoarse.

“Better than ever.” You answered with a sweet smile.

“What did you dream about?” He asked as his hands caressed your waist with soft strokes.

“About kingdoms, and wars.”

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jeon-s-sins · 6 months

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Moon's Sun │12│ Shape-shifter

Synopsis: While the BBs was on a mission, you were alone at home. With no choice but to entertain yourself, a relaxing evening was your best friend. However, your moment of peace was interrupted by a disturbing element.

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After days of intense renovation on your rooms, it was all set for a calming night with your roommate. But now, you find yourself spending it alone.

To avoid lingering on conflicting emotions of confusion, solitude, disappointment, and interest, you treated yourself to your favorite pizza while you watched Naruto Shippuden.

You recently started watching anime. When you were younger, you'd occasionally watch a few Yu-Gi-Oh or Dragon Ball episodes when nothing else was on.

However, it wasn't a regular occurrence. You've been interested in anime for the last two years. The fascination started when your university required you to travel to complete your degree.

Two of your friends were in a similar situation, living in the same country and not far apart, so you spent a lot of time together. Both were big anime fans, and they tried to convince you to join them in watching it. However, you never took them up on their offer.

The following year, you went on a trip to another country, and one of your friends came along. You ended up sharing a room, and she made you watch a few episodes with her.

You watched Jujutsu Kaisen as your first anime and have been watching it since. SNK was your second, and while waiting for the release of chapter two of part three of SNK season four, you chose to watch Naruto.

You were already at Naruto Shippuden.

Naruto himself fascinated you. Despite his hardships, including numerous losses and mistreatment from his community, Naruto remained true to himself. Rather than succumbing to feelings of isolation, anger, and a desire for revenge, he aimed to be a reliable figure for the villagers. He repeatedly offered to sacrifice himself for their sake. If you were in the same situation as him, you wouldn't have shared Naruto's perspective and would have left Konoha to join the Akatsuki.

The dissimilarity between a genuine hero and a wrongdoer is their strength of will. As time passed, tiredness took over as one occurrence followed another, and you were suddenly transported to the dream world by Morpheus.

An undesirable event occurred in a desolate city area with few residences.

A paranormal occurrence caused the ground to tremble and the stones, gravel, and sand to twitch before hovering in the air. The once faint wind grew more vigorous and more forceful. The rocks, small stones, and sand suspended in the air formed a round shape, generating a huge whirlwind.

A previously unseen, non-human being emerged from this opening. The emerged creature is 9'8 feet. Its dark gray skin had many burns, and some spots revealed long whip-like scars. Two large, uneven horns decorated his forehead while his bright red eyes examined it.

The demon had sharp teeth that could tear through flesh and a smile that sent shivers down the spine. His body was heavy and muscular, surpassing that of an ox, possibly weighing 660 to 880 pounds, no exaggeration.

He didn't appear to have much on him, only carrying a large sword on his back, and only the lower part of his body was covered.

It was a shapeshifter, a dangerous and vicious creature, not just due to its craving for blood, but also because of its ability to approach and attack its victims unexpectedly. His power lets him change his appearance as a human, animal, or plant.

He was also incredibly strong and smart.

The swirling vortex disappeared into the darkness when the creature landed on Earth. Examining the area, the beast saw holy waves just a few yards away. The blast collided with the sensors and penetrated the city's shield, destroying one of its security measures against evil.

Fuming, the creature lifted its arm and fired a blast of energy towards the divine power. Upon touching land, the monster let out a deep, unearthly roar that shook the ground and shattered the surrounding lamps.

The portal still worked. It produced other beings who looked like humans but were smaller than the shapeshifter. More and more disgusting creatures were coming to Earth. Suckers, Onyx, Spotters, Ompals, and others were among them.

These enemies are quickly recognizable.

Suckers are demons that steal their enemies' energy. They become lifeless, pale, and crumpled when they lose their energy.

Onyx is the name for ancient fallen angels. They are skilled fighters, well-versed in hand-to-hand combat. Despite their human-like appearance, they are easily identifiable by a cut on their left cheek, which signifies their loyalty to their master.

On the other hand, the Spotters do not have physical forms; they are specters made of black smoke. They're not very intimidating, but they excel at sniffing and have an incredible sense of smell that can detect the energy of the chosen one.

Ultimately, Ompals are carnivorous creatures. Their skin is as thick as that of a crocodile, and they have sharp teeth and hooked claws resembling those of a velociraptor. They also stand at a height of 6'5 feet. Their tough hide allows them to move swiftly and withstand heavy damage. They never give up in pursuit of their prey and often work together to achieve their goal. There may be potential in that.

"This world is whole of positivity and affection, but it sickens me. However, I can still draw on negative emotions like bitterness, terror, and hopelessness." The creature rallied its army and reiterated its objective. It was time to destroy the chosen one and create an era of disorder and domination for humanity. The age of hopelessness was on the cusp of starting.

"Now go, and only come back once you ascertain the whereabouts of the chosen one. It's long overdue to eliminate them permanently."

The night was dark and stormy. The wind blew through the trees, and heavy rain fell. Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed.

Three spotters moved through the city streets, avoiding detection by camouflaging themselves from the humans venturing out in this weather and watching for patrolling guardians.

They searched in the darkness for their target.

The rain persisted while the spotters stayed committed to finishing their task. Since they didn't find anything worthwhile in the city center, they opted to explore outside.

They spotted some residences farther up in the hills and decided to take their chances there. After searching for a few hours, one whispered, "I found them. They're right over there."

The three spotters moved carefully to the balcony of your house, thrilled to finally find the chosen one. They could see straight into the living room through the bay window.

"This is it," the spotter who saw the objective stated. "They're inside."

"Great. Inform the master that our mission is complete. Meanwhile, we'll observe them while you return."

Following his companion's instructions, the spotter vanished to search for his master. The situation became severe, and the master could finally eliminate the chosen one, bringing forth the demonic era.

Your slumber was interrupted by a loud noise. The sound of shattering glass broke the silence of the night and startled you.

Your heart was pounding very hard. At first, you thought the commotion was coming from the television. But as you nodded off, Netflix had stopped playing Naruto - episodes you had yet to catch up on - and the screen went black.

The TV didn't cause the crash.

Looking around, you finally noticed where the noise came from.

"Well, well, well. I didn't think the Chosen One would greet me so warmly."

The voice was so deep and ominous that it seemed to come from hell, even though you had never been there and never intended to go.

A feeling of dread came over you as you heard a sound. On your balcony stood a tall being with broad shoulders, over ten feet tall. The darkness made it difficult to see him, and the dark clouds, wind, and rain made the sky threatening.

The night made it difficult to see him, and the dark clouds, wind, and rain made the atmosphere threatening. Suddenly, lightning flashed. It was very bright and illuminated the whole city. And that helped you clearly see the person standing on your balcony.

Thunder followed and covered your shocked sound. It was not a human being but a monster from hell. Although you accidentally said it, your assumption was close to the truth.

You felt the danger, and you were paralyzed and helpless. Your heart raced, and your breathing accelerated. You sweated and felt a rush of heat as you felt nauseous and shaky.

"Is this really mankind's best hope?" The creature entered your apartment without being invited, and its deep, mocking laugh sent shivers down your spine.

Even though it was your first encounter with this thing, you felt you had heard his laugh before. But where and how? It couldn't be. You would have remembered crossing paths with it before. Besides, you weren't even aware that such creatures existed. No one else seems to have crossed paths with them, either.

In the 21st century, where everything is easily accessible online, you are unfamiliar with their existence.

Some people would deny its existence, and even if they would be spotted and captured on video some people would affirm it was edited or from a horror movie. Only a few fans of fiction and the occult would try to prove its authenticity, but they pretty much risked looking foolish.

You had a gut feeling that his arrival was a bad omen.

You jumped off the couch and quickly stepped back to increase the distance between you and the unwelcome guest. Afraid of being attacked unexpectedly, you hurried toward the kitchen without turning your back to them, fearful of being attacked.

Even though you might have accidentally backed yourself into a corner, at least there was a chance that you could find something to use for defense. It probably wouldn't work, but you refused to give up without a fight.

"You're a weak human who doesn't know how to use her powers."

From the living room, you could hear the monster growling, getting closer and closer as it chased after you, intending to destroy you.

"Beating you will be easy." Why had the monster mentioned "your power"? You were just a frail human with no superpowers. But what kind of power was he talking about?

It's not physical since you can barely lift a 20-kilogram suitcase a few millimeters off the ground.

Suddenly, Onyxes appeared from behind the huge, balanced monster.

"I'm going to take a bite out of you." He grins like an animal and orders his henchmen to capture you.

All the attackers rush at you. You quickly grab a frying pan. When you think it's over, you miraculously defeat your enemies, even though they keep falling on you.

You fought fiercely like a lioness, determined not to give up until you made them weak. You struck forcefully, hitting one enemy on the head with a frying pan and another on the temple.

Blow after blow, your enemies tried to take you down. But your stamina was not decisive because you had not cultivated it for a long time. Now, it's beginning to show. Your strikes weakened, and your skills deteriorated, risking your life.

You had to find a solution quickly, but it was impossible to think of a strategy in the kitchen without a moment's rest. You didn't have Shikamaru's quick thinking, you couldn't devise an ingenious plan immediately. So you had to do as Naruto and improvise, forging ahead, hoping it would work.

You miraculously dodged the oncoming obstacles and made it safely to your room. You locked the door and barricaded it with furniture to buy time and find a solution against your enemy.

The only way you found and could work was to jump out the window, even though you risked an injury. You thought it was better than being killed by a monster.

Unfortunately, nothing happened as you expected. Some onyx heads appeared through the window before the glass shattered into a million pieces. They invaded your room, and now you're trapped in your home, a place where you should be safest. How ironic.

You retreat to a corner of your room to put as much distance between you and them as possible. Soon, you find yourself at a dead end. There's a deafening crash as the furniture you'd placed against the door moves across the room and lands heavily on the floor. The door suddenly opens, and more enemies, including the giant demon, enter your room again uninvited.

"That's it. You're pissing me off," he growls, and you realize this is finally the end of you. Clenching your fists at your sides, trying to stay calm. Your heartbeat accelerates, and your muscles tighten.

This was no time to be afraid. Dying here was not an option. Though you did not understand the muscle-bound demon's comment about your power, you were determined to prove him wrong.

"It's no use trying to escape, tiny human. You're like a rat. You cannot escape your fate." Suddenly, you felt a surge of emotion. It wasn't anger, but rather frustration, surprise, and confusion.

Your blood boiling wasn't just a metaphor. Something inexplicable was happening inside of you. You felt a strange energy coursing through your veins, giving you the hope and courage to face the situation.

"What the ?" they said, expressing both panic and surprise. The shapeshifter's eyes were fixed on your clenched fists.

His display of weakness before you made you smile. You didn't understand what was happening, the only thing you were sure of, was that the table had finally turned.

You hadn't acted yet, but he was already panicking.

"That's it. Take her." The shapeshifter commands, and his minions quickly attack you.

Suddenly, a loud scream pierced the air, and a bright light filled the room. It was strange, for though you had no idea the exact time, the darkness outside indicated that it was late evening or early morning instead.

The sudden bright light was strange to you but familiar to the others in the room. They recognized it immediately. When you raised your hands and saw that it weakened your enemies, you made it your strength and used it defensively against them.

You didn't have time to fully comprehend the situation. You had to defeat the enemy first and then try to understand what had happened.

Many demons ran away when you raised your hands, while others were burned by flames and disappeared. The shapeshifter warned, "You will pay for this," before disappearing into the darkness.

The light from your hands gradually faded, returning everything to normal. Silence and calm reigned once more. It might have seemed like a horrible dream if you hadn't seen your smashed furniture and open bedroom door, with other items scattered only a few feet away.

The draft from the French window in the living room and the broken window in your room swirled ashes around, leaving a grayish stain on the floor. It reminded you of when the demons were vanquished in the Charmed series.

After the attackers were gone, your body crashed. Your adrenaline rush subsides, and fatigue sets in. But before you could lose consciousness, you'd hear another noise.

The front door had just been forced open, and more people entered your home. You just prayed that it wasn't another group of attackers because you didn't have the strength to fight again.

You collapse to the floor, exhausted. Just before you pass out, someone says, "I found her. This way."

Then, it was the blackout.

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sashimiyas · 2 years

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i love reading/hearing about people’s selfships and all the different dynamics they have depending on their f/o. bc it’s like yes. you are complex. you can love and be loved in multiple ways. love is light refracted through a diamond and one sparkle is no prettier than the other. i hope you get all the affection and happiness you deserve

#reinas.inretrograde #it’s so cute and why i don’t believe in soulmates #like love is boundless and shapeshifting to whatever we need #anw i never got to write. i had to pick up my friend from the airport bc she went on a spontaneous trip for a concert #stray kids??? i think? and then i told her how i went to the market the other day and saw bts items and she screamed #so i had to bust a u and head over bc if my bsf wants to spend her money on all the bts memorabilia she wants i will absolutely let her #but i’m so tired now. and had to go on my run so late. and so i’m showering so late. and i’m gonna sleep with wet hair #no one yell at me please #k gn!

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disneymagics · 8 months

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In a post-apocalyptic world where monsters rule the earth, Jeongguk lives with the three hunters who rescued him as a teenager. Life is hard and humanity is only holding on by a thread. One day, when he’s out foraging in the forest, Jeongguk comes across an injured animal. His decision to take it home and nurse it back to health will change his life forever.

#jikook #bts fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #shapeshifter #hurt/comfort #light dom/sub

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keepsmilingbts · 2 years

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Hi, I was wondering if you can help me find a fanfic. It’s about VKOOk, where Jungkook is werewolf and Taehyung is human who was staying in his grandmother cabin in the middle of woods. He saved Jungkook who was hurt from hunter and later when the hunters returned they all fled to where Jungkook pack live. There’s also cameo from Lisa, Jennie and Kai!

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I'm sure this is the one you are talking about. If it isn't let me know. I'll find you the one you are looking for exactly.

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kingofbodyrolls · 4 months

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Learn to Love Again (m) | myg

Summary: People always leave. They become beautiful stars shining bright in the night sky. When life hands you lemons, you’ve been told to make lemonade, but that is hard when your soul and heart is breaking apart. When you rescue a tiny cat and meet a handsome stranger in the cafe, you finally feel yourself healing – but when they too leave, how are you going to learn to love again?

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female, mainly called pet names so no ‘Y/N’).

AU + genres: Hybrid!au (shapeshifter!yoongi), strangers to lovers, slice of life, heavy angst, a lot of sadness and grief (I’m sorry!), dark vibes, smut and fluff and some humor sprinkled in there too.

Rating: Mature/explicit/R18 – this is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.

Word count: 19,4K

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings (general) + triggers: Heavy angst, extreme heavy sadness and grief, death of minor characters, mention of previous character death (parents and siblings), mentions of su*cide, mention of m*rder, su*cidal thoughts. Mention of past car accident. Mention of past domestic abuse. Mirrors 👀👀

Warnings (explicit): unprotected sex (please stay safe!), choking, oral (female receiving), nipple and breasts play, one-time use of a degrading word (otherwise petname), hair pulling – I guess it’s pretty vanilla with a slight sprinkle of spice 🤭

Author’s note (1): I know it sounds hella sad (and it is), but it is also very sweet and heartwarming too 💜 I wanted to venture into the darker stuff again, and embrace all the feelings and sadness that I felt a few weeks ago (I’m fine, well I’m getting through it at least).

If you are triggered by any of the warnings, I suggest that you skip this. It’s not that explicit though, but the heavy subjects are still there and they feature in it a lot.

Also, the quote “people always leave” features a lot in this and I only now realize why I find it so familiar – it’s a famous quote from Peyton Sawyer from One Tree Hill.

Author's note (2): It’s only partly edited, so I’m so sorry about any mistakes or weird wordings (English is also not my mother language). When I read it again, I felt sad and like the whole thing is crap (why do I also feel like this adgadfjkhs), BUT, I still like it, it’s a piece of my heart in there… I can’t just let it sit in my docs to collect dust. So – I’ll just post it early and never look at the thing again (expect for the cover, because damn I’m so happy with how that turned out 🥹).

Taglist: @keshiadeija @viankiss @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad If you prefer to read on AO3 you can also find it there 🙂

The heavens are weeping again, unleashing a torrential downpour that drums heavy on the windows. Just like the heavy beating of your heart and the tears that just won’t stop falling down your cheeks.

For days now, the world has languished in this disquiet, a foreboding atmosphere that has draped itself over every moment, casting a shadow even before the haunting ring of the call that echoed through the silence.

A searing, heart-wrenching call that etched itself into the fabric of your existence, standing out as one of the most agonizing moments life has ever dared to deliver.

Caught off guard by the unexpected twist of fate, it blindsided you, sending shockwaves through your core and leaving you utterly rattled, as if the very ground beneath your feet had shifted without warning.

Your conviction in her well-being crumbled as swiftly as a sandcastle against the tide.

In your last encounter, she radiated joy—her infectious happiness casting a brilliant glow over her words as she spoke about her new job, her blossoming romance, and her boundless love for life.

A tear, heavy with the weight of the contrast between then and now, traces a lonely path down your cheek.

The echo of her laughter, the sparkle in her eyes, and the unbridled excitement that made her hands tremble with anticipation haunted your memories.

It's a heart-wrenching juxtaposition between the happiness she projected and the sorrow now etched into the fabric of your own emotions.

She wasn't just a friend; she was your confidante, a steadfast companion through the labyrinth of years and experiences. Your best friend.

In the tapestry of your friendship, she emerged as the resplendent thread, the one who consistently outshone the rest.

Even on her darkest days, she radiated a brilliance that surpassed the ordinary, a celestial glow that left an indelible mark on your heart. To you, she wasn't just a friend; she was a luminous star, a breathtaking celestial entity whose untimely descent felt like a cosmic supernova, casting a blinding light that left everyone in its wake awestruck and forever changed.

Like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, the day she chose to end her own life blindsided everyone.

The abruptness of her decision, the finality of calling it quits, left a haunting question echoing in the hollow chambers of your soul—why?

The puzzle remains unsolved, the enigma of her despair a perplexing maze you can't navigate. Outwardly, her life seemed like a canvas painted in hues of contentment, yet the invisible struggles eluded comprehension.

Despite the deep conversations that usually wove through the tapestry of your friendship, the darkness she harbored never surfaced in her words. Her choice to shroud her pain in silence remains an unfathomable mystery, a tragic paradox that still elicits a profound sense of bewilderment.

The haunting ‘what if’ lingers, an elusive specter of regret—what if she had shared her struggles with you?

The possibility that your words could have been a lifeline is an uncharted sea of sorrow. The uncertainty, the unfulfilled potential for intervention, claws at your conscience like a relentless tempest.

In the wake of this unanswered plea for connection, tears cascade down your cheeks, each drop bearing the weight of unspoken conversations. The dampness on your collarbone, where your shirt clings uncomfortably, is a tangible reminder of the storm within.

A mere few days have crawled by since that fateful call, the kind that alters the very fabric of reality.

The echo of your friend's voice reverberates through your memory—a seismic revelation that shattered your world. As the words unfolded, you crumpled to the floor, the phone nearly slipping from your trembling grasp.

A gasp caught in your throat, a palpable surge of emotion crashing over you like a tidal wave.

In that harrowing moment, your heartbeat quickened, each thud resonating with the weight of sorrow and anger. The air itself seemed to constrict, tainted with the bitter aftertaste of an impending storm. The onslaught of emotions clawed at your chest, a tumultuous dance between sadness and anger, each one vying for dominance in the chaotic symphony of your soul.

Powerlessness wraps around you like a suffocating shroud, the absence of your brightest star leaving a void that seems insurmountable.

In this moment of staggering loss, the future unfolds as a vast expanse of uncertainty. How do you navigate a world without the radiant glow she once brought to your existence?

Yet, as the weight of grief presses down, a resilient ember flickers within. Acknowledging the inexorable march of time, you realize that her memory, like a cherished constellation, will be a guiding light in the night sky of your life.

In the tapestry of your emotions, she, alongside your parents, becomes one of the celestial beacons you look up to during moments of sorrow or when life's burdens become too overwhelming.

You step out onto the balcony, enveloped by the velvety embrace of the dark blue sky.

The resplendent moon takes center stage, surrounded by a constellation of bright companions that twinkle in the vast expanse of the night. The beauty of the cosmos is a bittersweet solace, a celestial dance that captivates your gaze.

The night sky has always held a captivating allure for you, but in the wake of the profound loss of your parents, it transcends mere beauty.

It becomes a sanctuary, a cosmic tapestry where memories linger among the stars. Each celestial beacon now carries the weight of cherished moments, transforming the night into a sacred canvas where the brilliance of your loved ones continues to shine, casting a radiant glow that lingers in the quiet moments of contemplation.

The subtle hum of your phone reverberates in your hand, a clandestine messenger that disrupts the tranquility of your thoughts, setting loose a cascade of emotions.

The screen lights up with a message from a friend, its arrival like a seismic tremor in the landscape of your contemplations, shaking loose the delicate balance you've tried so desperately to maintain.

Yuna [20.31]: Iseul’s funeral is on Saturday. We’re all going. U coming?🌹

Dread settles in the pit of your stomach like a heavy anchor – the thought of attending the funeral feels like navigating a tempest of emotions you're not sure you're prepared to weather.

The prospect of confronting tears, raw emotion, and the grieving presence of her family looms before you, casting a shadow over the already somber occasion.

Yet, duty intertwines with reluctance; you were her best friend, after all.

The expectation to pay your respects becomes an unspoken mandate, tugging at the seams of your resolve despite the storm of discomfort that brews within.

Tears have become an unwelcome torrent on your phone, transforming the smooth surface into a slippery terrain that complicates every attempt to type.

The screen blurs beneath a watery veil, mirroring the tumultuous cascade in your own eyes. Distraction clings to each droplet, making it not only challenging to navigate the phone but also to see through the emotional downpour that clouds your vision.

But against the deluge of sorrow and the weight of grief, you summon the strength for a brief reply, a fragile lifeline tossed into the turbulent sea of emotions.

You [20.46]: Yes🌹

With a heavy sigh, you gently lay your phone face-down on the nightstand, as if shielding the illuminated screen from the weight of the world you've just momentarily set aside.

How do you navigate this desolate landscape that life has become?

The void feels more palpable now, a haunting echo of emptiness that had lingered even before.

It's as if the very essence of existence has been drained away, leaving you grappling with the profound question: What is the point when the world around you continues to crumble, and people around you just keep dying?

At Iseul's funeral, you navigated the somber scene alongside your friend group, bracing for the emotional maelstrom that awaited.

The atmosphere unfolded exactly as you had anticipated — a tableau of tears, grief-stricken family members, and the embrace of mournful hugs. Conversations echoed with memories of Iseul's radiant spirit, each word a bittersweet tribute to the bright and bubbly soul that once graced your lives.

Amidst the collective sorrow, the air hung heavy with the weight of loss, weaving a tapestry of emotions that spoke to the indelible impact Iseul had left behind.

It was agonizing, bidding farewell in the harsh reality of acceptance. The harsh truth of life unveiled itself – an unrelenting cycle of departures.

Yet, amidst the crushing finality, you find solace in the enduring promise that even though everyone leaves, the stars above will forever bear witness to her presence, a cosmic constellation of memories that will continue to illuminate the canvas of your nights.

Work persists in its mundane rhythm, the monotony punctuated only by the forced smiles you offer customers as you brew their coffee or recommend delectable treats in the cafe.

For you, work has forever remained a sterile landscape, devoid of passion or purpose. The unfulfilled yearning for a meaningful career tugs at the edges of your consciousness, a persistent ache exacerbated by life's unrelenting cruelty—your unfinished degree in astrophysics stands as a testament to dreams deferred. Maybe you’ll go back to school – you don’t know.

Your thoughts are abruptly shattered by a brash intrusion, a man’s voice slicing through the ambient noise with an unwarranted familiarity. “Hi, pretty,” he drawls, snapping your attention to the present, “can I get a black coffee, a muffin, and your number, please?”

The audacious request hangs in the air, leaving a charged pause that crackles with a blend of amusement and annoyance.

You stifle a silent scoff, a careful veil to conceal the simmering irritation within, though the indignation is palpable.

This flirtatious interlude is far from novel—far from the first time someone has attempted to weave charm into the fabric of your workday. Yet, a discomforting truth lingers beneath your composed exterior: you disdain these unwarranted advances, a sentiment you've carried with you each time such encounters stain the ordinary canvas of your work.

Forcing a smile that feels more like a fragile mask, you locate a muffin, navigating the familiar routine with practiced efficiency.

As you approach the coffee machine to craft the requested brew, you gather both items and, with a subtle sigh, slide them across the counter.

Your words, delivered with a polite cadence, carry a hint of firmness as you say, “Here you go. Apologies, but my number isn't on the menu.”

Turning men down has become a skill honed through the crucible of experience, a necessity etched into the fabric of your being, especially after the wreckage of your last relationship.

It wasn't just a breakup; it was a tempest that left you bruised, not only on the surface but also in the recesses of your soul.

To declare a dread of relationships, despite the quiet longing that flickers deep within, would be an understatement—the mere thought evokes the echoes of a tumultuous past, a cautionary tale etched in both physical and emotional hues of black and blue.

Despite the man's disapproving frown, he begrudgingly parts with his payment, snatching his coffee and muffin.

As he vacates the space, you extend a tight-lipped greeting to the next customer, the forced smile a delicate masquerade concealing the intricacies of emotion churning beneath the surface.

Day after day unfolds in this relentless routine, a relentless loop where, despite the suffocating weight of depression, you muster the strength to haul yourself into work.

The struggle is an unspoken battle, fought in the silent recesses of your soul, and each morning becomes a victory against the persistent darkness that threatens to engulf your spirit.

You maintain a lifeline to your friends, weaving a narrative of your somber mood and emotional tumult, acutely aware of the significance of vocalizing your feelings rather than succumbing to the perilous grip of silent suffering.

Recent conversations with your friends have taken an unexpected turn, steering into the realm of your dating life or, more accurately, its conspicuous absence.

Their fervent advocacy for you to reenter the world of romance echoes in your ears, their well-intentioned pleas urging you to cross paths with someone great and amazing.

However, you find yourself standing at the crossroads of uncertainty, unsure if you're ready to navigate the labyrinth of love once more.

Despite your reservations, you indulge them, allowing their words to wash over you like a waterfall of unsolicited advice, all the while steadfast in your understanding that a man is not a prerequisite for happiness or the completeness of your life—you've long recognized your ability to stand firm and flourish on your own terms.

An entire season has unfurled its tapestry, and while the vast void persists within the caverns of your heart, there's a subtle transformation underway. Amidst the lingering shadows, a sliver of the sun's warm rays threads its way through, gently illuminating the emptiness.

The caress of warm weather and sunlight manages to coax a faint lift in your mood, a subtle thawing of the emotional frost.

Yet, amidst the burgeoning warmth, there's a yearning for the crispness of cold, the kind that invites the comfort of wool sweaters and socks, beckoning a desire to cocoon on the couch and lose yourself in the embrace of solitude.

After withstanding the relentless onslaught of your friends' persistent prodding into the realm of your love life, you've yielded to the chorus of their well-meaning badgering. With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, you've made the bold decision to reenter the intricate dance of the dating game.

The prospect of discovering 'the one' remains shrouded in uncertainty, a delicate balance between the promise of profound connection and the potential peril of heartache from those who might not treat you right.

However, the ambiguity of the journey doesn't deter your resolve. To remain passive is to forfeit the chance at something extraordinary.

The echoes of Iseul and the silent encouragement from your departed parents reverberate, urging you to embrace life with all its intricate hues. Their unwritten wish for your happiness becomes the compass guiding your path, compelling you to take the plunge and give it your all.

You yearn for a life where the pursuit of happiness isn't punctuated by the haunting inevitability of departures and loss. You grasp the harsh truth that people leaving or departing through death is an inescapable facet of existence, a relentless current in the river of life.

Yet, the recurring tide of sorrow that washes over you each time someone departs feels burdensome, a weight that anchors your spirit. It would be a cherished reprieve if the ebb and flow of life's transitions didn't carry with it a relentless undertow that threatens to drag you down each time.

Your dating escapades have unfolded like a series of misadventures, each rendezvous more perplexing than the last.

One suitor wielded an aggressive tone that eclipsed any potential connection, while another was so absorbed in self-interest that your voice seemed but an echo in the conversation. Then there was the one who sought solace in your company to mend a broken heart, an unwitting participant in their quest for emotional repair.

With every disappointing encounter, your hopes wane like the dying embers of a once-bright flame. Yet, undeterred, you persist in the pursuit of connection, a resilient soul navigating the unpredictable seas of dating with unwavering determination.

Amidst the tumultuous sea of advice from your friends, the suggestion of a night out clubbing emerges as a potential remedy to jumpstart your dating life—a one-night stand, a shortcut to reclaiming agency over your love life.

However, the proposition fails to align with the essence of who you are. The neon-lit allure of the club scene doesn't resonate with your soul, and the idea of a fleeting encounter doesn't hold the promise you seek.

Nonetheless, you find yourself engulfed in a pulsating sea of sound, the music in the club roaring, the bass reverberating through the floor and into your bones.

The atmosphere is a maelstrom of heat and sweat, a suffocating embrace that intensifies your regret for being there.

Yuna, exuding an air of confidence, takes charge and orders a round of drinks for the group. Meanwhile, Nari's eyes scan the lively chaos of the club, a vigilant matchmaker on a mission to uncover potential matches for you.

Her finger extends with a pointed certainty toward a mysterious figure—a dark-haired man sporting a sleeveless shirt, the canvas of his arm adorned with an intricate tattoo sleeve. His dark eyes, scanning the crowded expanse of the club, carry an enigmatic intensity, hinting at a captivating allure that goes beyond the surface.

Your laughter carries a blend of amusement and skepticism as you dismissively remark, “Nah, he's giving off major fuckboy vibes.”

Amidst the cacophony of pounding music in the club, Nari practically shouts in your face, her words punctuating the beat as she insists, “Maybe that's exactly what you need!”

The intensity of her proclamation, a fervent plea for spontaneity, reverberates in the air, a challenge thrown into the whirlwind of the night's possibilities.

You shake your head, a firm yet polite rejection lingering on your lips, “No, thank you.”

Just as the tension subsides, Yuna appears with a tray of drinks, a timely distraction. Gratefully, you accept your drink, savoring the sweet and sour concoction that dances across your palate, momentarily providing respite from the charged atmosphere of the club.

The night unfolds in a rhythm of measured indulgence—a few drinks to chase a gentle buzz, steering clear of the edge of intoxication. Your gaze scans the crowd in search of potential matches, but amidst the pulsating lights and swirling music, none captures the elusive spark that ignites a genuine interest.

As the night deepens and the rhythm of the club starts to fade, you bid farewell to your friends, the weight of the evening settling in your bones.

Stepping out into the nocturnal air, you're greeted by the relentless cascade of rain, a torrential downpour that catches you off guard. Damn it, you realize, a surge of annoyance coursing through you, you didn't bring an umbrella.

Embracing a sudden burst of defiance, you make a split-second decision, a resolute ‘fuck it’ echoing in your mind.

Stepping onto the sidewalk without the shelter of an umbrella, you surrender to the unrelenting rain. In mere moments, your hair clings to your skin, and your clothes succumb to the downpour.

As you navigate the labyrinth of alleys and pass by numerous apartments, a peculiar low noise infiltrates the ambient hum of the rain. What is that sound?

It's a subtle yet persistent calling that arrests your movements, compelling you to strain your senses in an attempt to decipher its origin.

It's not just your slightly tipsy mind, is it, playing tricks on you?

The cadence of the noise feels like a desperate plea, an ethereal call for help that beckons you into a mysterious dance between reality and the unknown.

Undeterred by the absence of street lamps, you navigate a shadowy alleyway nestled between looming apartment complexes. The darkness cloaks the path ahead, but you press on, an intrepid explorer drawn to the mystery that lies beyond the veil of obscurity.

As you draw nearer, the enigmatic noise crescendos in intensity, a haunting melody that pierces the quiet of the alley.

Your steps quicken, and with each stride, the source becomes clearer. Could it be emanating from the depths of the dumpster?

A sense of déjà vu wraps around you, as if this eerie scene has been lifted from a cinematic reel. The dilemma tugs at your curiosity, tempting you to peer into the abyss of the dumpster, a choice that hangs in the balance.

Yet, before you make a decision, a glimmer of relief washes over you.

Nestled snugly beside the dumpster, a small ball of fur captivates your attention, its presence a stark contrast to the ominous shadows.

A silhouette emerges from the darkness, and as you inch closer, the mystery unfolds into a shivering, meowing figure—a black cat.

The frailness of the tiny creature tugs at your heartstrings, and you find yourself hunching down, extending a tentative invitation with soft calls, coaxing the small, ebony bundle to bridge the gap between its vulnerability and your outstretched hand.

The black cat fixes its gaze upon you, eyes mirroring a blend of uncertainty and wariness, as if it's attempting to decipher the intentions behind your outstretched hand.

The black cat stirs from its initial hesitation, uttering plaintive meows that seem to echo its distress. As it rises, the stark reality becomes evident—malnourished and shrouded in fear, it moves tentatively towards you. Each step seems to echo a history of abandonment and struggle. With aching slowness, the feline inches closer, navigating the wet ground with trepidation.

Softly, you beckon the malnourished feline closer, the words “Come here, you poor thing” carrying an invitation laced with compassion.

As the tiny creature inches nearer, its pitch-black eyes become an intense focal point, a gaze that transcends the physical realm, peering into the depths of your soul. In that poignant exchange, a silent pact forms—an unspoken promise of comfort and understanding between two beings, each seeking solace in the other's company.

As the fragile black cat draws near, an echo from your past resurfaces—the cautionary words of your mother reverberating in your mind. ‘Black cats bring omen and death,’ her voice, etched in childhood memories, had warned.

Yet, confronted with the stark vulnerability of this shivering, lost creature in the cold summer rain, you find your resolve tested.

Against the weight of your mother's superstitions, compassion prevails, and you make a conscious decision to offer refuge. You haven’t got anything else to lose, but yourself.

The cat's purrs resonate in the quiet alley, a melodic response to the tentative connection forming between you. Meows become a symphony of trust as it finally caresses your hand, a delicate dance of vulnerability.

With a newfound intimacy, it leans into your touch, climbing up your arm to find refuge in your lap. Despite your jacket's damp embrace, you pull the shivering creature closer, enfolding it tightly against your chest.

“I’ll take you home and get you some food.”

Rising from the damp alley, you cradle the tiny black cat in your arms, an intimate embrace that transcends the physicality of the moment. As you navigate the journey home, each step becomes a testament to the newfound connection—its fragile heartbeat resonating against your chest.

As you finally reach the sanctuary of your home, both you and the shivering cat are thoroughly drenched from the relentless rain.

With a twist of the key, you unlock the door to your small apartment, ushering in a breath of warmth that contrasts sharply with the damp chill outside.

In a choreography of relief, you kick off your sodden shoes, the cat nestled at your feet. Unburdened by the weight of the rain-soaked coat, you hang it on the rack, a visual symbol of the transition from the stormy world outside to the comforting refuge within the four walls of your home.

“I'll find you a towel and dry you off,” you promise to the cat, your words a tender reassurance before your feet. With a sense of urgency, you hasten to the bathroom, a quest for a towel becoming a mission to provide comfort to your newfound companion.

As you return, traces of wet footprints mark the path from the entryway to your living room, leading to the sight of the cat perched regally on your couch.

The unexpected image elicits a sense of awe within you, a silent marvel at the fortuitous encounter that has unfolded. With the fluffy towel in hand, you join the tiny creature on the couch.

With gentle strokes, you tenderly dry the cat with the fluffy towel, the rhythmic purrs and meows resonating like a melody of gratitude.

In this intimate act of care, a bond forms between you and the feline, its response a testament to the shared understanding that has quietly blossomed.

The dampness of the storm may linger outside, but within the confines of your home, a warmth permeates, forged through the simple yet profound act of offering comfort to a fragile soul.

Persistently, the cat continues its chorus of meows, its nearly obsidian eyes fixed on you with an intensity that transcends mere feline curiosity. In the silent exchange, a profound question lingers in the air—what does it want?

The gaze carries an almost pleading quality, an unspoken plea that invites you to unravel the mysteries hidden within those enigmatic eyes, and in doing so, embark on a journey of connection and understanding with this small, mysterious soul.

A revelation flickers in your mind like a sudden burst of light—food!

The realization washes over you, and a spark of understanding illuminates the unspoken hunger behind those pleading eyes. “You're starving, ain't ya?” you murmur, the words a bridge between the two of you, an acknowledgment of shared needs and the beginning of a silent commitment to provide not just shelter but sustenance to this small, hungry soul.

In a hurried dance between care and necessity, you dart into the kitchen, swinging open the fridge door to unleash a blast of cold air.

The realization that your wet clothes might lead to an impending cold nudges at you, urging a brief pause for self-care. As you contemplate changing into dry attire, the cat, now a nimble companion, weaves around your feet, a symphony of meows echoing its anticipation of the impending feast.

As your gaze sweeps across the contents of the fridge, a flurry of questions dance in your mind—what do cats like?

In a moment of culinary improvisation, you spot the remnants of yesterday's fish. A hopeful assumption takes hold—cats like fish, right?

Without a second thought, you snatch the container, crack it open, and ceremoniously place it on the floor.

The cat descends upon the fish with a voracity that borders on desperation, consuming it in a whirlwind of seconds.

You observe in silent fascination as the cat devours the fish with an almost primal fervor, each bite a testament to the depth of its hunger.

As the cat lifts its gaze, those dark, fond eyes fixate on you, a silent expression of gratitude that transcends words, forging a connection that lingers in the air like the sweet aftertaste of an unexpected bond.

You retrieve a bowl, fill it with water, and place it on the floor. The cat, having satisfied its hunger, wastes no time. It immediately dips its tongue into the water, each lap a testament to the thirst that had accompanied its hunger.

In the quiet aftermath of the cat's meal, you find yourself engaged in a one-sided conversation. While it laps up the water, you speak to it with a hint of longing, as if expecting the feline to reveal its name with a mere glance. “I don't know what your name is…” you muse aloud, your words hanging in the air like a silent plea for connection.

In the exchange, a profound yearning takes root—a desire not just to care for this creature but to unravel the mystery that shrouds it, beginning with the revelation of a name.

Hmm... A whimsical idea takes shape in your mind, and with a voice full of hope, you share your musings with the feline companion. “I don't know, maybe I'll give you one!” you exclaim, the words tinged with the excitement of a newfound connection.

Testing the waters, you propose a couple of names with a hopeful lilt in your voice. “Shadow?” you venture, eyes fixated on the cat, seeking any flicker of recognition.

Yet, met with a stoic demeanor, you playfully offer another option, “Licorice?”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, but the cat remains unfazed, engrossed in its culinary pursuits.

Embracing a sudden surge of inspiration, you think of a name that dances on the edges of whimsy and mischief. “You look like a 'Loki,' like a God of Mischief!” The words tumble out with a playful chuckle, a nod to the elusive charm that shrouds the feline.

To your surprise, the cat interrupts its feast, casting what seems like a dumbfounded expression your way.

A moment of shared acknowledgment hangs in the air before the cat resumes its meal, leaving you to wonder if, in that fleeting pause, you've glimpsed the spark of recognition in its enigmatic eyes.

An impromptu burst of enthusiasm seizes you, and with an abrupt yell, you christen the cat in a moment of whimsy. “Kitten!”

The exclamation is so sudden that it startles the cat, prompting a small leap in surprise. “That's your name. You're so small, like a little kitten,” you playfully jest, mimicking the affectionate cooing one might give to a baby.

In the imaginary realm where cats understand human whims, you half-expect a hypothetical eye-roll, as if the creature were a miniature human indulging in the theatrics of a quirky naming ceremony.

In the wake of your spontaneous naming ceremony, Kitten darts away, a streak of fur and energy leaving you in its playful wake. A fleeting attempt to follow its swift movements reveals the futility of keeping pace with this agile companion.

An earnest plea escapes your lips, “No, don't run away, Kitten!” A plea that halts not far from your bedroom, where a sudden idea takes root. “We're going to bed, and you can even sleep in my bed.” The promise hangs in the air, an invitation that sparks the cat's curiosity.

Without hesitation, Kitten races back to you, weaving through your legs and darting into the bedroom. It watches itself in the mirror in front of your bed, before it in a graceful leap, lands on the bed, transforming this impromptu offer into a shared moment of warmth and companionship.

A soft chuckle escapes you as Kitten, with a graceful twirl, transforms into a snug, fluffy black ball. It settles onto the bed, a picture of contentment and trust, the rhythmic rise and fall of its breathing echoing in the room.

In the sanctuary of your bathroom, the day's residue fades away as you delicately remove stained makeup and indulge in your nightly skincare rituals.

With a sense of quiet reverence, you return to the bedroom, mindful not to disrupt Kitten's serene repose. Nestled in bed, you prop yourself up, the rhythmic routine a prelude to the tranquility that envelops the room.

As you surrender to the embrace of sleep, the ethereal presence of the black cat becomes a silent companion in the journey between waking and dreams, a guardian of the night's secrets.

In the intimate company of Kitten, you find solace in the honesty of your own reflection. “He wasn't really for me, Kitten. I don't know why I keep going on these dates. They amount to nothing.” A sigh punctuates your admission, a subtle echo of the unspoken search for connection that seems elusive in the realm of human encounters.

As you delve into a shared meal with your newfound family member – Kitten, you stuff your face with delicious food in an attempt to keep your minds off your failing romantic life.

Kitten responds to your words with a series of gentle meows, a seemingly agreeable chorus that resonates in the room.

Over the past few days, he has transformed into an impeccable listener, absorbing the tapestry of your thoughts with silent grace.

In the quiet moments of your soliloquies, a yearning surfaces—a desire for more than a feline confidant, for words that echo back with advice and wisdom.

Yet, despite this unfulfilled wish, Kitten's silent companionship remains a source of profound comfort, his presence weaving seamlessly into the fabric of your daily life, a testament to the unexpected connections that emerge in the quiet interludes of solitude.

Consistent as the rhythm of a heartbeat, Kitten is there, a patient sentinel awaiting your return from the hustle of the day.

His presence becomes a cherished routine, an embodiment of comfort that transcends the mundanity of the everyday.

As you settle in front of the television, Kitten gracefully claims his place in your lap, his form snuggling into the contours of your warmth.

The scene unfolds like a silent ballet, a dance between two beings finding solace in the quietude of shared moments—a testament to the profound bond that has blossomed in the intimate spaces of your daily life.

On a day marked by what you'd deem a successful date, you decide to bring the guy home to your apartment.

Kitten welcomes you with joyous meows, but the moment his obsidian eyes lock onto the man, a palpable shift occurs.

The cat's once-hospitable demeanor morphs into a display of territorial assertion—he hisses, claws unsheathed, a guardian of the sacred space that has become both haven and sanctuary.

Unfazed by Kitten's display of discontent, the man follows you into the bedroom, a trail of unresolved tension lingering in the air. However, as you attempt to navigate the fragile balance between human relationships and the silent protests of your feline confidant, Kitten stalks in with palpable anger.

Kitten's claws assert their protest on the man's pants, a silent plea echoing through the room. “I'm so sorry about my cat. He's not usually like this,” you hastily apologize, attempting to navigate the tumultuous intersection of human connection and feline territoriality.

In the midst of the uneasy dance, the guy gently guides you down onto the bed, a kiss bridging the gap between words left unsaid and the uncharted landscapes of desire.

In an unforeseen twist, Kitten catapults onto the bed, launching a surprise attack on the poor man's back with unbridled ferocity.

The room erupts with a sudden commotion as the guy yells in pain, Kitten swiftly retreating to the shelter of your startled embrace.

Frustration and pain tinge the man's voice as he vehemently declares, “Fuck this. This isn't worth it! Your cat is a fucking psycho!”

The words hang in the air, a bitter testament to the unexpected turbulence that has unraveled in the wake of Kitten's feline intervention.

With an angry storm, the man storms out of your bedroom and through the front door, leaving behind a charged atmosphere and the unresolved echoes of a connection unraveling at the seams.

As the storm of emotions settles, Kitten finds solace in your lap, a contented purr resonating through the room—a feline sovereign basking in the aftermath of his territorial triumph.

Meanwhile, you remain seated, mouth agape, an image of stunned disbelief etched across your face.

You address Kitten with a scolding tone, attempting to impart a sense of reprimand into the air. “You can't do that, Kitten!” you assert, a firmness in your voice attempting to breach the language barrier between human and feline.

Amidst the aftermath, a hesitant chuckle escapes your lips, a soft attempt to diffuse the tension that lingers in the air. “Also, you're gonna leave me single forever if you do that,” you jest, the words bearing the weight of both humor and a subtle unease.

In the ambiguous space between laughter and contemplation, you grapple with the conflicting emotions stirred by Kitten's unexpected display of protectiveness—a complex blend of gratitude, amusement, and the uncharted territories of understanding the intricate dynamics of companionship with a creature whose language transcends the boundaries of words.

A solitary figure with raven-black hair occupies a corner table in the cafe, his presence shrouded in an air of quiet mystery that tugs at the edges of your memory.

Intrigued, you've stolen glances at him, an unspoken connection sparking curiosity within you.

The man, seemingly lost in a world of words and sketches within the pages of his journal, emanates a strange familiarity that dances on the fringes of your consciousness.

As he sips on his coffee, a poignant picture of solitude and anticipation, you can't help but wonder about the untold story woven into the fabric of his contemplative gaze. Perhaps he's a poet awaiting inspiration, or maybe, like you, he's caught in the delicate dance of anticipation, waiting for someone who may never arrive.

His long, pitch-black hair cascades in soft curls, framing a face adorned with dark, expressive eyes. The fair and creamy complexion of his skin, paired with lips tinged with the aftermath of fervent bites, adds an air of mystery to his features. His hands, adorned with prominent veins, move with purpose across the pages of his journal, translating the thoughts within his mind into tangible strokes. Clad in a black leather biker jacket and ripped jeans, he emanates a ‘bad boy’ allure that might not align with your usual preferences, yet there's an undeniable handsomeness that transcends the surface. As you observe, the truth unfolds—looks can be deceiving, you know.

As the hands of the clock inch towards the conclusion of your shift, you notice the enigmatic man with the pitch-black hair has vanished, leaving only the echo of his presence lingering in the now vacant corner.

The air is charged with the unspoken allure of an encounter that slipped through the fingers of time.

Packing up your belongings, you carry the weight of curiosity with you as you embark on the journey home, where the enigmatic enigma of Kitten awaits.

Kitten, sensing your return, greets you with a symphony of affectionate meows. Your hand instinctively reaches out, weaving a tapestry of gentle pats and strokes, an unspoken language shared between human and feline. With a contented sigh escaping your lips, you murmur, “Happy to be home.”

In the quiet sanctuary of your apartment, you find yourself recounting the day's enigmatic encounter to Kitten, the words lingering in the air like a shared secret between kindred spirits. “I saw the loneliest guy today, Kitten. It felt like he was waiting for someone, but destiny stood him up.”

As the words escape your lips, Kitten's attentive gaze reflects an unspoken understanding, a silent pact shared between you and your feline confidant.

Your fingers delicately dance behind Kitten's ears, a gesture that elicits a symphony of contented purrs, resonating within the confines of your quiet haven.

The next day unfolds like a familiar scene, the cafe's atmosphere steeped in the aroma of coffee and the rustle of pages turning.

Once again, the mysterious black-haired man graces the corner with his presence, accompanied by a steaming cup of coffee and the enigmatic dance of his pen across the pages of his journal.

Your curiosity, a flame flickering in the recesses of your thoughts, draws you to the edge of decision — to approach and unravel the mysteries that cloak him. Yet, an invisible barrier holds you back, a silent pact with yourself not to disturb the solitary poet whose verses remain unread.

The elusive man, shrouded in the mystery of unread words, remains a realm unexplored, as each coffee order becomes a bridge guarded by your coworker.

As the day unfolds, the mysterious man persists in his corner, a captivating enigma that draws your attention like a moth to a flame.

The rhythmic ballet of your daily routine continues, an intricate dance of serving customers while stealing glances in his direction.

In the quiet recesses of your mind, a burning question simmers – who could possibly stand up this captivating soul, adorned with the allure of dark hair and an air of mystery that commands the room?

After days of observing the silent saga of the man and his solitude, a week of unbroken routine, your empathy swells like a rising tide.

A magnetic force compels you to bridge the distance, and against the backdrop of the cafe's ambient hum, your feet, as if guided by an invisible hand, carry you to the table where he patiently awaits an absent companion.

With a mix of curiosity and compassion, you settle into the chair opposite him, breaking the invisible barrier that held you apart.

As your presence disrupts the solitude he had grown accustomed to, his intense gaze, reminiscent of a predatory feline, lifts from the pages of his journal to meet your own. The sharpness in his eyes feels like a calculated assessment, causing a subtle tremor to course through you. You gulp.

“Hi,” you start, the uncertainty palpable in your voice. Attempting to mask your nervousness, your fingers run through your hair, a feeble defense against the anxious tide.

“I’ve noticed you here alone for the past few days, and I just—” Your words stumble, caught in the rush, but before you can continue, he interjects with a voice sharp as a blade, his eyes piercing through you like he can unravel your deepest secrets.

“Are you stalking me?” The question hangs in the air, and his gaze feels like an X-ray, laying bare your darkest thoughts. Your body seizes, frozen in the penetrating gaze that seems to pry into the very recesses of your soul.

Why does his voice carry a hint of familiarity, resonating through the air like an echo from another time?

His very presence, too, feels like a distant memory, even though you're certain you hadn't laid eyes on him before he entered the cafe a week ago.

A subtle smirk plays on his lips, a realization dawning on you that he's asked a question. As you attempt to gather your thoughts, you find yourself choking on air, grappling to string together a coherent response.

“I'm kidding. I know you work here,” he chuckles, and you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Your shoulders ease, and in an instant, you respond with a soft smile, a subtle connection forming in that shared moment of relief.

“Are you waiting for someone?” you inquire, and a smile graces his face, revealing gleaming white teeth and pink gums. He looks cute. Dangerously so.

“Nah. She just arrived.” Your eyes light up. Finally, his date has shown up! You start to rise from your chair, eager to make space for his companion. He looks up at you, a curious expression on his face, and asks, “What are you doing?”

“Making room for your date?” you quip, utterly dumbfounded.

“Date?” he asks with a raised brow. You nod, adding, “The one you’ve been waiting for.”

“But I’m already looking at her.” Your mouth hangs wide open; did you just hear him right? Is this a pickup line? And why on earth is it working?

You chuckle nervously, the sound a stark contrast to his calm and cool demeanor.

You ease back into your chair, and the conversation flows so naturally that you feel like you've known him for years.

Upon returning home, you excitedly share the details of your day with Kitten, recounting the encounter with the handsome man with his curly hair and piercing eyes. While you stroke Kitten and he purrs contentedly, you express your perplexity about the strange sense of familiarity the man emanated, despite being certain you've never met him before.

Kitten twirls and purrs in your lap, savoring the gentle strokes as you recline on your couch.

“I can't help but wonder if he'll be there again tomorrow,” you muse, your voice a soft melody to the room, accompanied by Kitten's content purrs.

He returned to the cafe the next day, and the next and the next turned into weeks.

He dedicates every moment to his secluded corner, and during your breaks you find solace in the cadence of your conversations. His name, Yoongi, resonates with the soulful poems that he breathes life into with his well-worn guitar. You’ve never heard him play or sing, but you look forward to the day you might.

His question pierces through the hum of the café, abruptly pulling you from your reverie as you delicately nibble on your muffin. “Are you heading home for the summer break?” he inquires, the unexpected interruption leaving a sweet and curious taste lingering on your lips.

As his question hangs in the air, you lock eyes with him, realizing he might not grasp the gravity of his inquiry.

There's a momentary sag in your shoulders, a silent acknowledgment of the pain that lies beneath. Gathering the strength to respond, you share a piece of your past, “No. My parents died when I was young.”

Regret casts a shadow over his striking features in an instant, and you witness a profound apology escaping from his lips.

“I'm holding up okay. It's a tale from a while back. A car accident took my parents, leaving just my little sister and me as survivors,” you share, a poignant sadness threading through your words, your eyes misting with the memories.

He tenderly offers words of comfort, a soothing balm for your weary soul, and you allow him to lift the heaviness that clings to your spirit.

You beam at him, grateful for the warmth that radiates from his kind soul, a presence you've grown to cherish over the past few months. “And you, any exciting plans for the summer?”

“I might have to go home to my parents for a bit, but I’m not sure yet,” he shares, absentmindedly running his fingers through his soft black locks, a gesture that makes you yearn for the touch of your own hand in that sea of darkness.

“I'm telling you, bitch!” Nari slaps Yuna's thigh, a bit too enthusiastically, causing her to flinch in pain, as Nari adds with a sly grin, “She's head over heels in loooove.”

You roll your eyes at both of them, their playful banter fading into background noise as you savor the drink that Yuna ordered for you.

You've navigated downtown, finding refuge in a cozy establishment where the ambient tunes, board games, and drinks create the perfect backdrop for reconnecting with your friends.

“I swear, I'm not head over heels or anything,” you insist, batting away their teasing with a playful smirk, all the while sipping on the drink that Yuna ordered for you.

“He’s just nice,” you add with a soft smile.

“You sure do talk about him a lot,” Yuna adds in a chuckle as she rubs her thigh.

“Well, he's an interesting person, and the conversations just flow,” you reply with a grin, downplaying the significance, but your friends exchange knowing glances that hint at their suspicions.

Nari takes a sip of her drink, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Speaking of crushes, your little companion, what's his name again? Kitten?”

You passionately defend Kitten, your eyes sparkling with affection. “Don't bring Kitten into this! I adore him,” you gush, wearing your love for the little furball as a badge of honor.

Nari shares her romantic wisdom, her words dripping with affection. “Cats are fine companions, but you should find a man who can bring you warmth and happiness,” she says, her eyes practically turning into hearts if this were a cartoon. You can't help but chuckle at her earnest advice.

Yuna playfully nudges your shoulder and suggests, “You should totally ask out this Yoongi guy. I mean, come on, you practically light up every time you talk about him.”

You pause, a moment of uncertainty hanging in the air. “Maybe,” you finally reply, your words carrying the weight of contemplation.

Nari's enthusiasm rings in your ears, a bit too loud in the cozy ambiance. “You don't have anything to lose, only more to gain!” she almost shouts, her excitement reaching its peak. Her words, fueled by a touch of intoxication, linger in the air, leaving you to ponder as you consider whether it's time to call it a night.

“Okay. I’ll ask him tomorrow.”

As you step into your apartment, Kitten greets you with an extra dose of affection, weaving himself between your legs and trailing you with heightened attention. Tonight, he appears more attuned to your every move, purring and twirling around your legs with an endearing neediness. Settling down, you can't resist his charms and find yourself seated, offering gentle strokes to his fur-covered frame.

As you wrap up your nightly routine and slip into your comfortable pajamas, you turn to Kitten with a question that has become a familiar part of your routine.

“I'm heading to bed, Kitten. You joining?” Kitten promptly leaps onto the bed, taking his customary place by your side.

However, tonight, there's a lingering sense of affection in his actions. He showers you with gentle licks, a gesture that brings a smile to your face. As sleep gradually claims you, your dreams are adorned with vivid images of obsidian eyes and a dark, star-studded sky.

As you awaken from a restful sleep, the absence of Kitten by your side strikes you like a sudden jolt.

Your initial response is to sit up, calling out for him, yet there's only silence in return.

The quietness, once comforting, now carries an eerie weight as you realize the profound impact Kitten has had on your daily life.

The room feels emptier, and a sense of unease settles in, disrupting the peace you've grown accustomed to.

A wave of melancholy washes over you, creating a heavy ache in your chest as you scan the familiar corners of your apartment, desperately searching for any sign of Kitten.

The unanswered questions pile up in your mind, a torrent of worries threatening to drown you. Did he, too, decide to leave, slipping away like others from your life?

The uncertainty gnaws at you, pushing you to venture into the quiet streets, hoping against hope to uncover the fate of your feline companion. Each step is a mix of trepidation and determination, a journey into the unknown to retrieve the missing piece of your daily existence.

A sense of desperation tightens its grip as you scour every nook and cranny, but Kitten remains elusive, leaving you with the bitter taste of vanishing hope.

The echoes of your unanswered calls hang in the air, blending with the growing unease that clings to you like a shadow. The once familiar spaces now feel like a maze, and you can't shake the sinking feeling that your luck is slipping away, slipping through your fingers like grains of sand. The haunting question persists: where could he be, and what could have taken him from your side?

With a mixture of determination and trepidation, your feet instinctively carry you back to the cafe.

The familiar chime announces your arrival, drawing the attention of your coworker, who casts a puzzled look your way. The early hour has caught them off guard, their raised eyebrow mirroring the questions that dance in your own mind.

As you scan the cozy confines of the cafe, a subtle panic begins to creep through your veins. The absence of Yoongi creates an uneasy knot in your stomach, but you reassure yourself, clinging to the hope that he might stroll in later, as he often does.

The hours drag on, each passing moment heightening the anticipation. As the door chimes with every newcomer, a flicker of hope dances in your chest, only to be extinguished when it's not Yoongi.

The day becomes a symphony of disappointment, and the subtle hope you clung to begins to dissipate, slipping through your fingers like elusive grains of sand. The cafe, once a haven of warmth and comfort, now feels eerily empty without the presence of his familiar silhouette.

As your shift draws to a close, a heavy sadness settles over you like a thick fog. The absence of Yoongi, who always brought a touch of warmth to the cafe, leaves an emptiness that echoes through the familiar surroundings. The unanswered questions linger in your mind, and a nagging worry creeps in — what could have kept him away?

The air is charged with uncertainty, and you can't shake the feeling that something might have happened to him.

A sudden realization hits you like a wave, as you recall Yoongi mentioning the possibility of traveling to his parents for the summer break.

The initial sting of disappointment transforms into a pang of concern. Questions swirl in your mind like a tempest – did he leave without saying goodbye? Why didn't he share his plans with you?

The uncertainty gnaws at your thoughts, and you grapple with the unknown, desperately seeking solace in the memories of your time together.

A disquieting sensation twists in your stomach, an ominous premonition casting a shadow over your thoughts. The unease tightens its grip, leaving you with an unsettling sense that something may have befallen Yoongi.

Your mind races through various scenarios, each more distressing than the last, as you grapple with the haunting uncertainty that looms over his absence.

Regret echoes through your thoughts like a haunting refrain. The absence of contact details with Yoongi leaves you grappling with the repercussions of a missed opportunity, a seemingly insignificant detail now carrying the weight of your uncertainty.

A sense of loss and yearning wraps around you, intensifying the void created by the absence of a farewell. The realization dawns that in the midst of budding connection, you failed to secure a bridge to traverse the distance that now separates you.

Each step on the journey home feels like a weighted march, the heaviness of unspoken goodbyes sinking into your bones.

Sorrow, like a relentless tide, floods your heart, consuming it with an ache that echoes through each footfall. Familiar pangs of longing claw at your chest, constricting breaths into fleeting gasps.

It's as if the very air you breathe carries the weight of an unfinished story, leaving you to navigate the foggy terrain of uncertainty, the poignant residue of an incomplete connection lingering in the spaces between each step.

A tempest of thoughts unleashes in your mind, a whirlwind of self-doubt and abandonment. The notion that he, too, might have slipped away like others before him wraps around your heart, squeezing it in an unforgiving grip. The ache is palpable, resonating through every fiber of your being. It's an anguish that cuts deep, a symphony of hurt orchestrated by the haunting possibility that echoes in the chambers of your wounded heart.

In the intricate tapestry of your time knowing him, he wasn't just a passing figure; he had etched himself into the mosaic of your life, becoming a fragment that held the essence of friendship.

You step into the sanctuary of your apartment, liberating your feet from the constraints of shoes, and collapse onto the couch, surrendering to its plush contours that cradle you in a cocoon of solace.

In the midst of trying to regain control of your racing breaths, a subtle vibration resonates from your pocket, drawing your attention like a lifeline. Retrieving your phone, you cast an intrigued glance at the illuminated screen, revealing an incoming call from Yuna.

With bated breath, you answer the call, the familiar cadence of Yuna's voice instantly arresting your senses.

An unexpected wave of emotions surges through you, freezing you in the moment as her words weave a narrative you weren't prepared for.

The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, a heartbreaking tremor in her voice as she struggles to regain composure.

“Babe,” she utters, the tearful plea slicing through the silence like a dagger.

You can feel the gravity of the situation intensify as she reveals, “It's Nari,” the name echoing with a sense of foreboding that pierces through the air, leaving you breathless.

Dread hangs thick in the air as you muster the courage to ask, your voice trembling with fear and concern. “What about Nari?”

The words escape your lips, each syllable a hesitant step into the unknown, and as you sit up on your couch, a sense of urgency grips you, rendering you more alert than ever before.

The weight of Yuna's words crashes over you like an unrelenting wave, drowning your senses.

“She's gone,” Yuna sobs, her cries echoing in your ears.

A sudden chill grips your entire body, and the world around you blurs as your vision turns white.

Tears well up, threatening to spill over, and an indescribable ache settles in the core of your being. It feels as if the ground beneath you has shifted, leaving you suspended in a surreal and devastating moment.

Your voice quivers as you manage to break through the numbness, the question escaping your lips like a fragile whisper.

“How?” you repeat, the word catching in the tightness of your throat. Tears cascade down your cheeks, each drop carrying the weight of an ocean, a torrential release of the overwhelming emotions within you.

Your friend's voice wavers with sorrow as she delivers the painful revelation. “Apparently, she was sick and didn’t tell anybody…”

Each word, heavy with the burden of the unspoken, echoes in the emptiness of your apartment.

The truth, a bitter pill to swallow, lingers in the air, and you find it hard to comprehend the reality of the situation.

The walls of your sanctuary, once comforting, now press in on you, transforming your home into a claustrophobic cage of grief. The world outside seems to blur, and all that remains is the weight of disbelief settling on your shoulders.

The longing to share your grief with Yoongi intensifies, yet the barrier of not having his contact details becomes a painful obstacle. Your emotions, already tumultuous, now surge like a tempest within.

Frustration and sorrow intermingle, a chaotic dance that you try to contain.

As the weight of the news presses down on you, your nails unconsciously dig into your skin, seeking an outlet for the overwhelming emotions that threaten to consume you. The physical pain becomes a tangible manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within.

The abruptness of Nari's illness and passing hits you like an unforeseen storm, leaving you grappling with disbelief.

Memories of her last moments flash vividly, and you question the cruel twist of fate that snatched away someone seemingly healthy. The sounds of inconsolable sobbing echo in your ears, and only then do you realize that the mournful cries tearing through the air belong to you.

“Are you alright?” Yuna asks you in sobs.

The weight of grief presses down on you, suffocating and relentless.

As the tears stream down your face, each one carries a piece of the pain that now resides within you.

“No,” you whisper, the word a feeble attempt to encapsulate the magnitude of your despair.

Your body curls inwards, seeking solace in the fetal position, as if you could fold away the anguish.

The phone lies beside you, a lifeline to Yuna's distant sobs, but it offers little comfort compared to the absent warmth of Kitten, whose presence could once bring solace to even the darkest moments.

The weight of Yuna's words hangs heavy in the air, a shroud of truth that you're forced to confront. “Babe, she had cancer and didn't want us to know… She wanted to live a happy life until the end,”

Yuna sobs again, and though her intent is to offer solace, the revelation feels like a cascade of heavy stones on your already burdened heart. The bitter sweetness of her desire for a joyful life juxtaposed with the pain of her silent struggle adds another layer to the grief, leaving you to grapple with the complexities of Nari's hidden battles.

“Yuna…,” you cry, the anguish in your voice echoing the profound pain that seems to squeeze the very life out of your heart.

“Why does everyone leave?”

The question hangs in the air, more rhetorical than expectant, as if you're not seeking an answer from Yuna but grappling with the cruel patterns of departure that life has woven into the fabric of your existence.

Each departure, like a thread pulled from the tapestry of your world, leaves an unraveled piece that never quite knits itself back together.

“I–, I don’t know,” she stammers through her tears, the weight of the unknown echoing in her voice, mirroring the uncertainty that now shrouds both of your lives.

“Promise we’ll be there for each other,” you declare, the weight of the words hanging in the air. It's a poignant plea, an acknowledgment of life's unpredictable twists. You understand that you can't ask for an eternity, but in this moment, you're determined to hold onto each other as tightly as time allows.

“Count on it,” she vows, her response flowing effortlessly, a testament to the unspoken bond between you two.

Despite the tightening in your throat, a glimmer of happiness sparks within you at the assurance she just gave.

Why must life be so fucking cruel, robbing you of everyone you hold dear?

An overwhelming urge to reconnect with your sister washes over you, a deep yearning fueled by the ache of prolonged silence between you.

“I want to call my sister,” you manage to say through your sobs, a desperate plea lacing your words. “Will you be alright, Yuna?” you ask, your concern breaking through the waves of grief that surround you both.

“Yeah. I mean, I'm fucking sad, but go ahead and call her. Can I come to your place tomorrow?” Yuna's voice carries a subtle plea, a shared understanding that neither of you wants to be alone in the midst of sorrow.

“Yeah, I'd love that,” you respond, your voice carrying the weight of grief and the faint glimmer of gratitude for the companionship that awaits tomorrow. As you attempt to dry your tears with a throw blanket on the couch, the room feels emptier than ever, and the ache in your heart persists.

“See you tomorrow,” she says before the call ends.

The hollowness in the room deepens, and you draw in a shaky breath, your gaze fixed on your phone. The background image captures a moment frozen in time, featuring you, Nari, and Yuna.

God, the ache of missing her intensifies, and you can't shake the heaviness in your chest.

You tighten your grip on the phone, each tear that escapes your eyes a silent testament to the pain in your heart. Determination wells up as you locate your sister's number, fingers tracing the familiar digits, ready to bridge the gap that time and distance have carved between you.

The rhythmic ringing echoes through the emptiness of your apartment, each tone a reminder of the solitude that now envelops you.

Anxiety gnaws at the edges of your thoughts as you anticipate the warmth of your sister's voice, a comfort you desperately need. Yet, the unanswered calls amplify the distance that separates you. With a heavy heart, you decide against leaving a message, the weight of unspoken words settling as you slump back onto the couch.

The sudden vibration of your phone startles you, and as you glance at the screen, the sight of your sister's name sparks a mixture of relief and anticipation. With a soft sniffle, you muster the strength to answer, “Hey, sis,” your voice laced with a blend of vulnerability and longing, reaching out across the digital expanse to bridge the emotional gap that separates you.

A chill courses through your body, rendering you motionless, as a deep, resonant voice resonates through the phone, catching you off guard.

“Hey,” his voice echoes through the phone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Your trembling hand clutches the device, and you find yourself holding your breath, caught in the sudden intensity of the moment.

“I'm Detective Kim,” he introduces himself, his voice echoing through the line. It carries a calm demeanor, yet beneath its surface, you detect a subtle undertone of sadness, adding a mysterious depth to his words.

This can't be good, you murmur to yourself, the words barely escaping your lips as a chill courses through your veins, turning your blood to ice once again.

“Are you Jiho's sister?” The detective's voice remains steady and calm, but beneath the surface, you sense an undercurrent of gravity and anticipation.

“Yes,” you reply, your voice catching in a sob as you struggle to contain your tears. The ominous feeling intensifies, and you can't shake the sinking realization that a detective is the one answering your sister's phone.

The air becomes heavy with uncertainty and fear.

“I'm deeply sorry to be the bearer of this news,” he begins with a sympathetic tone.

You inhale sharply, bracing yourself for the impact of the words that follow.

“Your sister has passed away.”

The world seems to shatter around you as the weight of his message settles in, leaving you breathless and heartbroken.

In that devastating moment, it feels as if the very foundation of your existence crumbles.

Your body and soul plummet through a void, each passing second an agonizing countdown to the inevitable impact that will shatter you into a million irreparable pieces.

The weight of grief bears down on you, and you're suspended in a free fall of despair.

You become acutely aware of your breath, or the lack thereof, as if the air itself has turned into a suffocating force, triggering a torrent of violent inhalations, each one a desperate attempt to grasp onto a reality that has just slipped through your fingers.

A heavy silence envelops the room as the detective imparts the devastating truth, each word landing with the weight of a sledgehammer on your fragile emotions. “She was killed,” he utters, the somber notes in his tone resonating like a funeral dirge, casting a pall over the already dim reality of your world.

A suffocating wave of panic crashes over you, rendering your extremities numb and your breath caught in the grip of invisible hands.

The room seems to close in as the detective's voice on the phone becomes a distant echo, his words lost in the disorienting whirlwind of your own mental tempest. It's a struggle to comprehend the standard condolences and procedures he details, as if reality itself is slipping through your trembling fingers.

Fucking hell. Is this hell?

In the wake of your parents' departure, you believed you had tasted the bitterest sorrow, yet today eclipses that agony without a shadow of a doubt.

You cast your phone aside on the couch, retreating to your bedroom, collapsing onto the bed. The anguish within erupts into violent sobs, an unrelenting torrent of tears flooding from your eyes, your entire frame convulsing with the weight of your grief.

You bury your face into the softness of the pillow, muffling the guttural scream that tears from your lungs.

The sound, a primal release of anguish, reverberates within the confines of your room. Screw the neighbors; right now, the universe needs to bear witness to the rawness of your pain.

What the fuck is up with this world? Everyone around you dies! Everyone leaves!

You can’t take it anymore.

As you surrender to the torrents of grief, you hope that tears might offer solace, a fleeting relief that could pave the way for much-needed sleep. Yet, despite your desperate attempts, the embrace of slumber eludes you, leaving you trapped in the clutches of your sorrow-soaked thoughts.

In an impulsive surge, you opt for a nocturnal stroll. Snatching your jacket, you step into the silent night, the residue of dried tears blending seamlessly with the ones that refuse to cease.

The moon above, a silent witness to the turmoil within, as your footsteps echo the rhythm of a heart weighed down by grief.

As you traverse the familiar streets of town, a magnetic pull guiding you to a cherished park, your sanctuary. Swiftly, you arrive and gingerly settle your weary frame onto a weathered bench, the cool night air offering a gentle caress to your battered soul.

As your gaze ascends to the enchanting tapestry of the night, a celestial dance of stars unfolds above. Tonight, the cosmic expanse seems to cradle the spirits of your sister and Nari, their luminous presence illuminating the vast darkness, a celestial reunion among the constellations.

As your tears persist, you fix your eyes upon the star-lit canvas above. Each gleaming star appears like a radiant jewel, casting an ethereal glow across the night. The beauty is undeniable, yet a poignant sadness lingers in your heart.

Compelled by an unspoken yearning, you embark on the solemn task of counting the stars, each one a celestial tribute to the cherished souls who now adorn the heavens.

The question echoes in your mind: Why?

Why do they blaze with such brilliance, akin to a dying star igniting in a final, magnificent burst before consuming everything in its cosmic embrace?

Your heart pounds violently against your ribcage, each beat echoing through your chest, and the air feels elusive, slipping away as if you're caught in a suffocating grip.

Life reveals its cruel nature, leaving you to grapple with the relentless question: Why does everyone leave? Why does the world around you crumble, stealing away those you hold dear?

An emptiness envelopes you, a void so profound it swallows every ounce of light. Darkness creeps in, and an irresistible urge emerges, coaxing you to surrender to its consuming embrace.

Perhaps it's time to release your grip on reality and join the celestial dance of those who have departed before you?

As the tears flow, perhaps this haunting void within will dissipate, bringing an end to the relentless ache that permeates every fiber of your being.

As the weight of loneliness bears down on you, an insidious desire to surrender, to slip into an eternal slumber, creeps through your shattered heart. The yearning for an endless sleep, where the fractured pieces of your soul find solace, consumes you. It's as if the very essence of your being is crumbling into irreparable fragments.

The fragments of your soul lie scattered, and the daunting question echoes in the hollow chambers of your despair—can you summon the strength to mend them once more, to piece together the shattered remnants of your being?

In the depths of your despair, a resolute realization surfaces — a quiet but unwavering knowing that, despite the relentless cruelty, you're not ready to surrender to the void. Life, as brutal as it may be, still holds threads of resilience within its intricate tapestry, and you find an ember of strength glowing amidst the shadows.

You divert your gaze downward, focusing on your hands nestled in your lap, choosing the tangible reality of your own existence over the distant allure of the star-studded night.

You harbor too many aspirations to surrender to despair. Your desires paint a vivid canvas of dreams: to find solace in the embrace of a kind-hearted partner, secure a fulfilling career, and relish the simple joys that life offers. Nari's silent battle with illness inspires you to embrace life with the same gusto, celebrating its moments without the need for validation.

In the midst of your fragmented existence, amidst the shattering pain, you crave it all. Yearning for the entirety of life's tapestry, even when it feels like it's unraveling.

Despite life's cruelty, there's an undeniable allure in its intricate beauty, compelling you to seek solace and embrace the stunning contradictions that define your life.

Amidst the tear-stained path, your resolve solidifies.

The decision made, you tread back to your apartment, the silent witness to your inner turmoil. Each step echoes with the weight of your emotions, a symphony of sorrow playing in the background.

The sanctuary of your home beckons, promising the respite that only sleep, albeit restless, can bring. Sleep, like a long-lost friend, embraces you swiftly this time. Grateful for the solace it brings, you sink into its comforting arms, the reprieve from the turmoil of the day unfolding like a gentle lullaby.

The chime of the doorbell resonates through your apartment, and you're roused from the depths of sleep. Yuna, true to her word, stands on the other side, a beacon of support in your time of need.

Embraced in a tight hug, tears stream down both your faces, the shared weight of grief transforming the silent embrace into a powerful testament of mutual understanding and shared sorrow.

Seated on the couch, you engage in a heartfelt conversation about the unpredictable journey of life—its highs and lows.

As a comforting silence settles between you, you reach for the remote and, with a flicker of distraction, decide on a mindless show. Wrapped in the embrace of shared grief, you find solace in the soft glow of the television, its images casting a gentle veil over your weary souls.

That night, Yuna stays over, a comforting presence that feels like a blessing in the midst of your overwhelming grief.

In the vulnerable hours of the night, you pour your heart out to Yuna.

Tears flow freely as you share the ache of losing your sister, the void left by Kitten's absence, and the fear that Yoongi might be gone forever. In the solace of shared sorrow, you find a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows.

In the tender embrace of Yuna, you find solace. Her comforting presence is a lifeline in the storm of grief, holding you close as tears cascade. Though she's often your pillar of strength, tonight you yearn to reciprocate, to be the support she's always been for you. It's a quiet understanding, an unspoken pact between friends navigating the unpredictable currents of life.

In the quiet depths of the night, as you share your pain with Yuna, a flicker of determination ignites within you. You yearn not just for solace but to become the architect of your own joy. The realization dawns that your happiness lies in the unwritten chapters of your own journey, waiting to be explored and embraced. It's a moment of self-discovery, a commitment to forge your path to happiness, independent and resilient.

With the dawn of a new day, you decide to embark on a journey of self-discovery.

Despite the weight of sorrow lingering in your chest, you resolve to savor life in all its transient splendor—embracing its beauty, acknowledging its ugliness, and reveling in every nuanced shade in between.

Each moment becomes a canvas, and you are determined to paint it with the vibrant strokes of resilience and newfound appreciation.

With unwavering determination, you approached your boss at the café, advocating for a shift in your work hours. The goal? To rekindle the pursuit of knowledge, to step back into the world of academia and reignite the spark of astrophysics that had once fueled your passion.

As the prospect of returning to school looms on the horizon, you recognize that the journey ahead is both a challenge and an opportunity—a chance to sculpt a future that you can genuinely be proud of, with each completed course marking a triumph over self-doubt and a step closer to the constellations of your dreams.

In the wake of that poignant night where two cherished souls departed, a few months have quietly slipped away.

In a tender gesture of support, Yuna encourages you to embrace the prospect of love once more. Unlike before, hesitation has no place in your heart this time.

With newfound courage, you step into the realm of dating, a journey tinged with both vulnerability and hope, as you navigate through the tapestry of emotions woven by the threads of the past and the promises of the future.

Life, a relentless journey, doesn't yield to simplicity, yet within its intricate folds, a subtle transformation occurs. It doesn't unravel swiftly, but with each passing day, it stitches together a mosaic of improvement, a gradual emergence from the shadows into the dappled light of a better tomorrow.

With each sunrise, a symphony of healing orchestrates within you, crescendoing into a melody that resonates louder, and you find solace in the fact that every dawn gifts you a version of yourself stronger and more resilient than the preceding day.

As winter unfurls its icy embrace, you find solace in the familiar touch of your cherished wool coat, the cozy sanctuary of fluffy sweaters enveloping you like a hug from a dear friend, and the softness of warm socks cradling your every step.

With a steaming cup of tea in hand, you dive into your studies, the brisk air outside contrasting with the warmth that courses through your veins.

Embarking on the journey to reclaim an unfinished chapter of your life, returning to the hallowed halls of academia, you revel in the triumphant echoes of resilience as you strive to complete the narrative you once set in motion.

As you tread homeward, the city draped in the melancholy hues of twilight, a fleeting silhouette dashes through the alleys, a phantom of darkness.

For the briefest moment, memories of Kitten's playful escapades dance in your mind, a bittersweet symphony of nostalgia.

A sigh, heavy with the weight of longing, escapes your lips, yet you trudge forward, navigating the shadows toward the warmth of your home.

In the intimate glow of your kitchen, you conjure a culinary masterpiece, a symphony of flavors orchestrated only for yourself. The sizzle of ingredients harmonizes with the rhythmic beat of your heart, a ritual of self-love that has become your refuge.

Many a time, you've crafted these delectable creations, some shared in the company of fleeting dates whose presence, like autumn leaves, brushed briefly against the canvas of your life, but leaving no lasting imprint on your heart.

Midway through the mundane task of stowing away dishes, a subtle and mysterious hum reverberates through your abode, originating from the vicinity of your door.

The air is suddenly filled with a familiar, distant melody—a soft and rhythmic meowing that sends a jolt of excitement through you.

Abandoning your chores, you rush to the door, fingers fumbling with the lock, and there, in all his glory, stands Kitten!

In a flurry of warmth and relief, you scoop up the cold, shivering Kitten into your embrace, quickly closing the door behind him. His meows echo gratitude, and a tender lick against your cheek seals the unspoken bond that time and distance failed to break.

In a million moments, you never fathomed seeing him again. Now, as he rests in your arms, elation courses through you like a celestial symphony, leaving you over the moon with sheer happiness.

His return is a testament to a bond beyond time, a friendship that defies the measure of days. It's not about the duration of his absence; it's about the joyous truth that he returned to you, stitching the fragments of your heart back together.

You rush to your cabinet, your heart pounding with both relief and excitement. Grabbing a can of cat food, you swiftly prepare a feast for Kitten, watching as he eagerly devours the meal, his hunger echoing the void his absence left in your life.

As you stroke Kitten's fur, you can't help but ponder on the mysteries that shroud his disappearance. His body, while not emaciated, carries the silent tales of his adventures.

You yearn to unravel the chapters of his feline escapades, wishing you could converse with him, share the unspoken hardships, and assure him that he's found a forever home in the warmth of your embrace.

In a breathless whisper, you confess, “I've missed you so much,” the weight of your longing carried in the tenderness of your voice.

A solitary tear, a testament to the emotions flooding your heart, escapes and dances down your cheek, mirroring the joy of a reunion long yearned for.

As the echoes of your affectionate words linger in the air, Kitten responds with a gentle purr, a harmonious melody that intertwines seamlessly with the sound of him relishing the meal.

Amidst the soft cadence of Kitten's purring, you find solace in the familiar presence of your feline companion. With a sigh, you decide to share the intricacies of the tumultuous journey you've undertaken since his absence. “So much has unfolded, Kitten,” you whisper, your voice a gentle reassurance, “a lot of shit, but also a lot of good.”

As Kitten finishes his meal, he responds with a symphony of content purrs, gracefully padding over to where you crouch. With a playful nudge against your legs, he seems to convey a silent acknowledgment, a shared moment of warmth and connection between old friends.

In the span of a few days, the void that Kitten's absence left has been filled with the comforting rhythm of his presence. You've poured out your heart to him, recounting the events and emotions that unfolded during his time away, as if catching him up on the chapters of your life.

Kitten, with his attentive eyes and soothing purrs, seems to understand more than most, providing a silent anchor in the storm of your experiences.

As you sink into the soft embrace of your couch, a contented smile plays on your lips. With Kitten nestled beside you, you share a profound realization that has taken root in your heart: ‘I live, so I love.’ The words hang in the air, a testament to the resilience you've found in the face of life's unpredictable twists. The TV hums with background noise, but in that moment, the simple joy of companionship fills the room.

In the quiet solitude of your apartment, you confide in Kitten, the loyal companion who has witnessed both your joys and sorrows. “I don't think he's coming back,” you murmur, a tinge of sadness lingering in your voice. As if attuned to your emotions, Kitten responds with a gentle meow, a feline reassurance that transcends words.

In the rhythmic cadence of your words, a sense of vulnerability emerges. “I know, I know. I don't need a man in my life. I get that,” you confess, your voice carrying the weight of self-awareness.

The clinking of utensils against pots and pans provides a subtle percussion to your thoughts as you continue, “But Yoongi was special, you know? Like he just got me... and I just wish for him to be happy doing whatever he's doing.” The aroma of dinner fills the air, mingling with the unspoken sentiments swirling in the room.

As you delicately feed Kitten some steamed broccoli, the notion of reuniting with Yoongi lingers in the air. “If he comes back, you should meet him – I'll introduce you!” The words spill from your lips, carrying a hopeful melody.

As you reminisce about Yoongi, a fond smile plays on your lips. “He's such a wonderful person. And handsome? Oh, his hands,” you begin, tracing the air with your fingers as if you can feel the texture of his presence. Memories flood back, each detail etched in your mind like a cherished photograph. “Long fingers, veiny hands,” you murmur, the words infused with a hint of admiration that even surprises you. The love for this man reverberates in your voice, a quiet confession to the depths of your feelings.

Kitten's melodic meow serenades the room as he gracefully weaves between your feet, his tail coiling affectionately around your calves like a comforting embrace.

“If you meet him, please don’t claw his back out like you did with that other guy. Yoongi is nice.”

With a heavy heart, you confide in Kitten, the weight of your worry evident in the rhythmic tapping of the spatula against the sizzling vegetables. “It's been nearly half a year, and I can't shake the feeling that something might have happened to him,” you murmur, the crackling sounds of the kitchen offering a somber backdrop to your uncertainty.

As the warmth of the meal envelops you and Kitten, you sit together, a silent companionship settling over the room. The simplicity of this moment strikes you, and a quiet realization unfolds – you love your life just as it is.

In the shared silence, you feel a sense of wholeness, a testimony to the goodness found in life's simplicity. Though your heart may still ache at times, you've come to accept that, too, as a part of the beautiful complexity that makes life what it is.

You're keenly aware that time is the remedy for healing, a gentle but persistent force that gradually eases the ache until one day, the pain will be a distant echo of what it once was.

Your weary limbs protest against the demands of a full-time class schedule and cafe shifts, revealing the hidden challenges of your daily grind. Fatigue clings to you like a shadow, and an involuntary yawn escapes.

With a wearied sigh, you address Kitten, your loyal companion in fatigue. “Ah, Kitten, today's been a battle. I'm going to bed early today,” you murmur, dragging your exhausted body to the bathroom in a nightly ritual.

Upon returning to your sanctuary, you find Kitten, already nestled in his customary spot, a comforting presence in the silent embrace of the night.

Sinking beneath the cozy duvet, you surrender to its tender embrace, the fabric cocooning you in a haven of softness. With a gentle pat, you acknowledge Kitten, “Thank you for being here,” you murmur before succumbing to the enchantment of dreamland.

As consciousness tiptoes back into your awareness, the remnants of dreams linger like elusive whispers in your mind. Gently awakening, you open your eyes to find the absence of Kitten.

Your eyes widen in astonishment, and your body tenses as you absorb the scene unfolding before you—a man, peacefully lost in the realm of dreams.

Your gaze follows the cascade of long, slightly curly, obsidian hair that drapes over his shoulders, tracing the contours of his creamy white skin. The play of morning light reveals a well-defined back, drawing your eyes down the elegant curve of his spine until they come to rest on a small, soft, plum-like ass. The realization hits you like a bolt— he's completely naked!

Why is your heart orchestrating a rapid symphony, each beat echoing in your ears like a thunderous drumroll? And what in the world is a naked stranger doing sprawled across your sheets as though he belongs there?

He slumbers in serene oblivion, emitting soft, melodic sighs that weave through the air, his chest gracefully ascending and descending in rhythmic dance with each tranquil breath.

Wait.

He seems familiar.

A gasp escapes your lips as you take a closer look, and the realization hits you like a bolt of lightning – it's Yoongi!

Shock and disbelief intertwine in your chest as you stare at his peaceful slumber.

Confusion and a hint of panic surge through you as your mind races with questions.

Why is Yoongi in your bed, and why on earth is he naked?

How did Yoongi end up here, and where is Kitten?

A myriad of questions spins through your mind, a turbulent storm of curiosity. As you ponder the mysteries, you belatedly notice Yoongi stirring, gracefully shifting to lie on his back.

Your face burns with embarrassment as the realization dawns that he's still completely naked. Heat rises to your cheeks when his half-erect dick brushes against his stomach, prompting you to instinctively shield your eyes, flustered by the unexpected sight.

You wrestle with the dilemma of whether to disturb his serene slumber or let him continue resting peacefully. The soft innocence in his sleeping form makes the decision more challenging, and you lean towards allowing him to bask in the tranquility of his dreams undisturbed.

Gently, you drape the comforting warmth of your duvet over him, a shield against the chill of the room. With nimble movements, you extract yourself from the bed, careful not to disturb the delicate balance of his slumber.

Confusion seizes your thoughts as you grapple with the surreal scenario—Yoongi peacefully nestled in your bed. You wrack your brain, questioning every sober memory, desperately trying to unearth the missing pieces that would explain his presence.

You step into the kitchen, a fleeting sense of unease prickling at your skin as you scan the room for Kitten, but he remains elusive, leaving a trace of uncertainty in the air.

A twinge of melancholy washes over you as Kitten remains elusive, but you console yourself with the hope that he might return, his absence merely a temporary void in your otherwise comforting routine.

You embark on the simple yet intimate act of preparing two steaming cups of coffee—one for yourself and one for the unexpected visitor who occupies your bed.

You seize a handful of aromatic coffee beans from a vintage jar, letting the rich fragrance envelop you as you crush them under the steady hum of your machine. With precision, you measure out the perfect amount, combining it with hot water, allowing the concoction to brew into a comforting elixir.

While the coffee brews, your mind races with bewildering thoughts about Yoongi's unexpected presence in your bed. Puzzlement clouds your senses as you contemplate every conceivable scenario.

Did he let himself in? Was there some mysterious way he could have gained access?

With a touch of anxiety, you even venture to your front door, checking for any signs of unauthorized entry, only to find it securely locked, shrouded in an eerie silence.

You're grappling with the perplexing mystery of Yoongi's appearance in your bed, as if he materialized out of thin air, defying all logic and reason, leaving you spellbound by the inexplicable magic that seems to have woven its way into your ordinary reality.

In the quiet chaos of your thoughts, Yoongi's presence offers more questions than answers, an enigmatic puzzle that seems to defy the ordinary. The absence of Kitten only adds another layer of mystery to the unfolding scene.

As the coffee machine dings, disrupting the contemplative silence, you're left grappling with the surreal conundrum before you, seeking clarity in the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

With the warmth of freshly brewed coffee in your hands, you reenter the bedroom to discover Yoongi, now alert, draped in your duvet, a captivating silhouette in the soft morning light.

Your greeting falters as you nervously stammer, “H–, Hi,” setting the two mugs of coffee on your nightstand. Yoongi's gaze, sharp and feline-like, traces your every move, creating a palpable tension in the air.

An unfamiliar nervousness grips you in his presence, an unusual sensation considering your usual ease around him. Perhaps it's the fact that he's naked, his gaze akin to a predator eyeing down its prey, intensifying the air with an unspoken tension.

“Hey,” finally breaking the silence, he greets you with a low grumble, scratching his head and letting out a lazy yawn.

His body exudes a captivating blend of softness and defined muscles, a captivating sight that—

His voice, laced with a teasing smirk, breaks the tension. “Can't stop staring at my dick, huh?”

Your throat tightens as you realize you've been caught in the act, silently observing him. Panic sets in – does he think you're a freak now? Fantastic.

You let out a nervous chuckle, deliberately shifting your gaze away from the obvious bulge in the duvet around his lap. “What are you doing here, Yoongi? And why are you naked?” you inquire, genuinely puzzled.

He chuckles, a low sound that sends a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but feel a tinge of unease. “You haven't figured it out yet?” he teases, his words hanging in the air, leaving you in suspense.

You must resemble a walking question mark, because his chuckles only intensify. It's as if he finds your confusion amusing, and you're left standing there, desperate for answers in the midst of his enigmatic laughter.

In a soft tone laced with a smirk, he utters, “Kitten.”

Your gaze fixates on him, bewildered. Kitten? Is he referring to your cat?

Your jaw drops as he gracefully emerges from the bed, the duvet cascading off his frame. In his unabashed nudity, he strides toward you.

He inches closer, the proximity almost causing your lips to collide. A surge of warmth courses through you when he delicately tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m a shapeshifter,” his revelation hangs in the air, the weight of it palpable, and as he locks eyes with you, searching for any flicker of discomfort, the truth settles. Before you can process it fully, he leans in, capturing your lips with an irresistible surge of passion.

His lips, soft and inviting, embark on a slow yet passionate dance, as if reuniting with a long-lost lover. Responding eagerly, you part your lips, allowing the kiss to deepen, and in that electrifying moment, your entire body succumbs to a sensation akin to melting butter.

You yield to his touch, molding your body to his as you sense the undeniable hardness of his arousal intimately pressing against your core.

Fuck.

In the midst of the heated moment, you draw back slightly to meet his gaze, the question hanging in the air, “So... you're Kitten?”

He offers no verbal response, just a low, affirmative hum, before plunging back into another intoxicating kiss.

You surrender to the sensation, feeling the firm grip of his hands on your waist as they journey upward beneath the fabric of your well-worn shirt.

His touch ignites a trail of sensations, tracing a path across your body, sending electric shivers as he lifts your shirt, gently grazing against the contours of your breasts.

Under the intensity of his gaze, your body responds, a flush of heat spreading through you, your nipples hardening in response. He emits a low, satisfied hum, as if relishing the effect he has on you.

Effortlessly, he works to level the playing field, swiftly undressing you as if in a race against time. With a purposeful tug, he eases your shorts down, a silent declaration of his desire.

Bare before him, clad only in a simple black panty adorned with delicate pink hearts, you can't shake the vulnerability coursing through you. A sudden urge to conceal yourself washes over, a reaction to the raw exposure in this intimate moment.

“Don't shy away, you're stunning,” Yoongi murmurs, his firm grip on your hips drawing you closer to his naked body. The undeniable heat of his arousal presses against your core, a tangible reminder of the desire smoldering between you.

Gratitude escapes your lips in a hushed tone, your cheeks tinged with a warm blush.

“Now, let’s get these off you, yeah?” with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he hooks his fingers inside the fabric of your panties, teasingly tugging them down. He pauses, seeking your consent, before sensually sliding them all the way down your legs.

As he slides your panties down, a sudden awareness of your arousal hits you, intensified by the cool rush of air against your heated core.

As they fall to the floor, Yoongi swiftly snatches up your panties, bringing them to his face to inhale the intoxicating essence of your arousal, his eyes darkening with desire.

Why does that look so utterly sinful, setting off a delicious rush of arousal coursing through your veins, leaving you breathless in its wake?

As the intoxicating scent of you envelops him, he murmurs, “Damn, you smell good,” his eyes dilating with an unmistakable hunger.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

In the raw vulnerability of your shared nakedness, he guides your body back to the bed, gently laying you down, his presence a magnetic force, hovering above you.

He immerses himself in the expanse of your neck, a symphony of sensations unfolding – a delicate ballet of tender kisses, followed by the electrifying nip of his teeth grazing the juncture between your neck and shoulder.

You moan in unabashed pleasure, your hands instinctively seeking refuge on his chiseled pectorals, anchoring yourself amidst the rising waves of bliss.

Yoongi's gaze shifts to the mirror positioned strategically in front of your bed. “I've been meaning to ask,” he smirks, locking eyes with you, “why do you have a mirror in front of your bed?”

You squirm beneath him, breath catching.”'It's part of my wardrobe panels,” you admit, your voice a fragile melody.

He chuckles, a low and enticing sound, his smirk dancing on his lips. “I don't think that's why the whole panel is mirrors,” he says, sitting up slightly. His finger traces a slow, teasing path from your collarbones to your breasts, sending shivers of anticipation racing through your body.

He leans in, his breath sending a shiver down your spine, and in a deep, low voice, he murmurs into your ear, “You're a dirty one, aren't you?”

His degrading words make your breath hitch instantly, and you involuntarily clench your thighs together. As you shake your head in disagreement, he just smirks, unconvinced.

His chuckle resonates in the room as he asks, “Do you enjoy watching yourself in the mirrors?” Sitting up, he moves to the foot of the bed, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.

He gracefully steps out of the bed, casting a predatory gaze as he hovers over you, an aura of irresistible allure surrounding him.

With unwavering determination, he declares, “You're going to watch yourself in the mirror as I fuck your pussy with my tongue.” In a single, fluid motion, he seizes both of your thighs, pulling you to the foot of the bed, sending a thrilling jolt through your senses.

Despite the heat coursing through your entire being, a light chuckle escapes your lips. However, the mirth dissipates as you lock eyes with the intensity in Yoongi's dark gaze.

“Sit up,” his command echoes through the room, and as he gracefully lowers himself between your legs, a thrilling anticipation courses through the air.

From your elevated position, you admire the tousled chaos of his hair, a disheveled masterpiece that only enhances his captivating allure. His eyes gleam with a mischievous spark, a silent promise of the intensity that is about to unfold.

You seize his cheeks with urgency, your voice dripping with desire, a fervent plea escaping your lips, “Fuck. Yoongi, please eat me out.”

He moistens his lips with a teasing chuckle, descending eagerly towards your already soaked center.

He expertly widens the gap between your legs, creating a perfect haven for himself before delving into your pussy with fervent devotion.

With a tantalizing finesse, he starts with a subtle stroke of his tongue along your folds, gradually ascending to the apex of your clit, eliciting a fervent moan that echoes in the room.

As waves of pleasure cascade through you, your fingers instinctively entwine in his tousled locks, gently pulling as he skillfully devotes his attention to the exquisite dance of his tongue and lips on your pulsating core.

Gasping for breath, your anticipation mounts, every nerve tingling with pleasure, as Yoongi's rhythmic strokes across your intimate folds propel you toward a climax, your toes curling in ecstasy.

Pausing momentarily, he murmurs in appreciation, “You taste even better than you smell, Kitten,” his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You're on the verge of asking him about the nickname ‘Kitten,’ but his tongue explores your folds, leaving you breathless and unable to form words.

Your question dissolves in the heat of the moment, the building climax taking center stage as you lose yourself in the pursuit of pleasure.

Lost in the waves of ecstasy, you can't resist the urge to surrender, closing your eyes as Yoongi works his magic with undeniable expertise.

“No, no, no. Look at yourself in the mirror, Kitten.”

“Why do—” before you can finish your question, it fades away on your tongue as Yoongi plunges back into pleasuring your core with a renewed intensity, leaving your thoughts swallowed by the whirlwind of sensations.

As you glance at the mirror, you catch a glimpse of your own blissful expression, framed by Yoongi's tousled black hair nestled between your thighs. The sight is nothing short of breathtaking, a sight of pleasure that leaves you utterly captivated.

The provocative scene unfolding in the mirror intensifies your arousal, your breath hitching in tandem with the escalating desire pulsating through your veins.

“Yoongi, I’m—” your plea catches in your throat as Yoongi skillfully responds, his hand finding your pulsating clit, heightening the pleasure while he continues to ravish you with his insatiable tongue.

His fingers dance in rhythmic circles over your throbbing clit, coaxing the tension from your core. As the knot unravels, a wave of blissful release washes over you, leaving you breathless and trembling in its wake.

Ecstasy courses through your veins, your toes curling, muscles tightening, and in that moment, an unexpected surge of pleasure hits you like a sneeze that never comes. You release a symphony of moans, surrendering to the intense climax that Yoongi skillfully orchestrates with his talented tongue.

He continues to suck, savoring every drop of your essence, an insatiable thirst in his eyes matching the fervor of the intimate dance between your bodies.

As the intensity peaks, you gently tap his shoulder, signaling him to withdraw. He complies with a sensual slurp, leaving you breathless and tingling with the echoes of pleasure.

A mischievous grin stretches across his face as he licks his lips, “You're incredible, Kitten.”

You arch an eyebrow, curiosity coloring your tone, “Why do you keep calling me ‘Kitten’? You’re Kitten.”

He erupts in laughter, a symphony that resonates through the room, his chest rising and falling with the melody of mirth, and in that moment, he's a captivating masterpiece.

“Do I really look like a Kitten to you?” he inquires, a playful glint in his eyes as he gently nudges you back onto the bed.

Your words stumble as you search for a response, “Not really,” you admit, offering him a small yet tender smile.

“But you look cute and sweet, like a good Kitten,” he murmurs, his hands exploring the curves of your breasts.

A low moan escapes your lips as he teases your nipples with a playful twist, igniting a fresh surge of desire that pools in the growing heat between your thighs.

As you ache for the feel of his throbbing length, you attempt to grab hold of him, but like a fleeting mirage, he skillfully eludes your touch, leaving you yearning for the intimate connection that inches away with each evasive movement.

“Nah. I just want to fuck you silly,” he rasps, eyes tracing every bead of sweat on your flushed skin, reveling in the primal rhythm of your hurried breaths.

“If you want to, that is?” he teases, his voice a sultry whisper, as he takes control, guiding himself between your legs with a confident hand that promises a morning full of pleasure.

As you feel the weight of his gaze, you gulp, wondering how, in that heated moment, he could question what you crave. It's undeniable – you want him, and the intensity of your desire hangs in the air between you, palpable and unspoken.

Your breath catches as you respond, the words tumbling from your lips in a heated rush, “Fuck, yes, Yoongi. I want you inside me, now,” the urgency in your voice betraying the intensity of your desire.

A low, rumbling chuckle escapes him, the sound sending a shiver down your spine as he replies, “Please” with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“‘Please’ what?”

“Say ‘please’.”

You huff, incredulous at his audacity. The desire in his eyes is undeniable, and he seems to enjoy the game. Part of you rebels, tempted to be a brat just to irk him, but the need for his touch overrides any resistance. You crave his intimacy, aching for his dick despite the defiance lingering in the air.

“Fuck this,” you grumble, frustration evident in your voice. In that fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of Yoongi pulling back, as if reconsidering his stance.

“Please! Don’t leave,” you plead desperately, your sincerity laid bare. The smirk on his face deepens, as if savoring the intensity of your plea.

“Please fuck me, Yoongi.”

His satisfaction evident, he rewards you with a swift kiss before aligning himself with your eager entrance, anticipation humming in the air.

Your arousal has reached a point where there's no discomfort, just a perfect fit as he slides into you, your wetness welcoming and enveloping him seamlessly.

He hisses as he eases into your warm, tight walls, and you can feel him doing his best to restrain himself.

You release a breathy huff as he fully penetrates, his balls gently meeting the warmth of your folds.

He lets out a guttural groan as he steadies himself, withdrawing only to plunge back in with an intensity that sends shivers through your body.

In this intimate position, with him above you, every nuance of his pleasure is on full display—the way his nose scrunches in delight, his soft lips occasionally nibbling the bottom one in sheer ecstasy.

Between each thrust, he can't help but express his amazement, his voice low and husky, “Damn. You're so tight.”

You know. It’s been awhile.

As he moves within you with an increased rhythm, his hands find your breasts, skillfully massaging them in sync with his fervent thrusts, creating a symphony of pleasure that courses through your entire body.

Ecstasy courses through you, and in the midst of your fervent pleasure, you can't help but release a breathless exclamation, “Fuck, Yoongi!”

Every skillful thrust seems to find its mark, synchronized with the enticing dance of his fingers on your hardened nipples. Pleasure envelops you, clouding your thoughts in a haze of ecstasy.

Your pleasure intensifies as Yoongi skillfully pinches your nipples, eliciting a symphony of moans that harmonize with the rhythmic dance of his passionate thrusts.

Sensations ripple through you, and the desire to reciprocate Yoongi's pleasure builds within you. You yearn to give him the same ecstasy he's generously bestowed upon you.

Amidst the rhythmic cadence of Yoongi's thrusts, a bold request escapes your lips. Your gaze, laced with desire, meets his, and with a subtle plea in your eyes, you softly murmur, “Yoongi—, I want to ride you. Please.”

With a devilish grin, Yoongi withdraws from your embrace, reclining on the bed, his eyes ablaze with anticipation.

His voice, laced with desire, sends shivers down your spine as he commands, “Then you're gonna watch in the mirrors as you fuck yourself on my dick,” reclining with his head angled towards the mirrors.

Mounting him, you position yourself strategically, both of you reflected in the mirror—a tantalizing image of entangled limbs, the intensity of the moment etched in your heaving, sweat-glistened bodies.

Grasping his throbbing dick, he hisses in anticipation as you deftly align your eager entrance with his cock.

With a fluid motion, you descend onto his rigid cock, your velvet walls enveloping him in a tight, intoxicating embrace.

From below, Yoongi savors the view, his gaze lingering on the contours of your face, as if committing every detail to memory.

You guide the rhythm, your hands finding stability on his sculpted chest, setting the pace as you ride him with a mix of determination and desire.

Your movements cascade, a slow dance that gradually builds momentum, each rise and fall carrying a symphony of pleasure and anticipation.

As you gaze upon your reflection, the flush of arousal paints your cheeks, your disheveled hair framing your face like an unruly halo, and your breasts dance in perfect harmony with the rhythm of your passionate movements.

The person in the mirror seems like a stranger, a sensual revelation you never knew existed within you. The mirrors, always present but never before utilized for sex, now reflect a version of yourself that’s both thrilling and new.

Heat courses through your veins, an intoxicating blend of arousal and empowerment, as you observe your own uninhibited reflection. With newfound vigor, you escalate the rhythm, riding Yoongi more vigorously. His appreciative groans and tender gaze mirror the intensity of the moment.

Unbridled desire takes over as your hands instinctively find their way to Yoongi's neck. Without a conscious thought, your fingers glide over the warmth of his skin, gently encircling his throat.

An electrifying jolt courses through you as you sense Yoongi's involuntary twitch within you, and you catch the ragged rhythm of his breath.

Panic courses through you, and you hastily retract your hands, realizing with a shock that you had unintentionally exerted pressure on Yoongi's throat. “Oh my God! I'm so sorry!” you blurt out, your apology a mix of concern and embarrassment.

“It's fine, Kitten. I like it,” he reassures you with a devilish grin, seizing your hands and guiding them back around his neck, his eyes sparking with a hint of mischief.

You shoot him a concerned glance, pausing your movements to ensure he's okay. Once he reassures you with a nod, signaling his approval, you dive back into the rhythm you had before.

With a newfound boldness, you tighten your grip around his throat, drawing out another satisfying twitch from him. His reaction sends a surge of pleasure through you as he hits that sweet spot, causing a kaleidoscope of sensations that make you see stars.

Your unrestrained moans fill the room, a symphony of desire that intertwines with the rhythmic sounds of your bodies colliding. The sight of Yoongi unraveling beneath your touch fuels a primal arousal, and you revel in the raw passion that courses through every fiber of your being.

“Fuck!” you pant.

“I’m gonna come,” you confess, the words escaping on a ragged breath, as you impale yourself on his dick. You’re body trembling as you hold the moment, savoring the anticipation before the inevitable plunge into ecstasy.

With a tender touch, you withdraw your hands from his throat, leaning down to kiss him. Your lips meet his in a dance of passion, tracing a path from his mouth to the very spots your fingers had claimed on his neck moments ago.

His low, guttural groan harmonizes with the rhythm as you ascend, reclaiming your perch on him. The dance begins anew, your body moving with purpose, riding the waves of pleasure set in motion by each calculated bounce on his throbbing length.

Yoongi's hands eagerly envelop your breasts, his fingers dancing with the rhythm of your fervent movements. With each descent onto him, you feel a surge of pleasure building, the shared pursuit of ecstasy driving you both towards the brink of blissful release.

His fingers deftly find your sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. The sensation is so intense that a fractured, high-pitched man escapes your lips, your back arching involuntarily in the exquisite dance of pleasure and pain.

As your walls instinctively clench around his pulsating dick, you witness the pleasure etched across his face, a delightful scrunching of his features that mirrors the ecstasy coursing through both of you.

“Yoongi, I’m com—,” you gasp, a desperate plea laced in your voice. Your words are unnecessary; the vice-like grip of your walls and the erratic cadence of your breath already convey the impending release that hangs thick in the air.

“Come all over my dick,” he smirks through a groan, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Watch yourself fall apart in the mirror.”

How can this man ignite such an intense flame within you? The knot in your stomach tightens once more, and as you surrender to it, a primal, drawn-out moan escapes your lips, echoing the depths of your desire.

With unyielding eyes, you lock onto your own reflection in the mirror as ecstasy courses through you, marking the moment you climax on his d*ck. Your rhythmic bouncing falters, but Yoongi, sensing your need, seizes your hips and propels the pace, driving you deeper into the intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure.

Your mouth hangs open, breaths rapid and erratic, akin to the aftermath of a sprint, while every inch of your body throbs with the residual heat of a fervent blaze.

“So beautiful—FUCK!” he moans, powering into you with an astonishing velocity, sending shivers down your spine.

His hold on your hips tightens, your hands finding refuge on his sculpted chest for support. Your body teeters on the edge of weightlessness and grounding, as if you'd unravel if Yoongi's firm grasp on your hips faltered.

Despite the fatigue washing over you, a surge of determination courses through your veins. Summoning the last reserves of your strength, you entwine your fingers around his neck once more. You sense the impending release in Yoongi's every movement, and you're determined to be the catalyst that propels him over the edge.

The moment your grip tightens around his throat, a powerful surge reverberates through his dick within you, sending intoxicating waves of pleasure coursing through your body. It's an electrifying sensation, making every touch between you more intense and satisfying.

With an intense squeeze, you lock eyes with Yoongi, a plea in your gaze. “Fill me up, Yoongi.”

In a primal release, he surrenders to the moment, thrusting into you with an erratic rhythm, coating your walls with the warmth of his climax.

“Ahh,” he pants, the rush of air filling his lungs as you release your grip on his neck, both of you engulfed in the aftermath of shared release.

You watch him in amazement as his fervent thrusts subside, and he eases into the embrace of your bed, a portrait of passion painted across his beautiful face.

As he gradually softens within you, you take the initiative to lift yourself off him, both of your essences clinging to your skin, a residue of your shared passion that you welcome without reservation.

As you recline beside him, a soft chuckle escapes your lips, a shared breathlessness enveloping both of you. The air in the room is charged with the echo of passion, leaving a tangible energy that binds your entangled forms together.

Breathless and sporting a satisfied grin, he turns to you, his eyes filled with a post-passion glow. “Fuck that was incredible,”' he murmurs, capturing the shared intensity of the moment in the curve of his smile.

An undeniable contentment colors your voice as you respond, “Yeah,” savoring the echoes of pleasure that linger in the air.

Suddenly, a spark of realization ignites within you, propelling you to move with swift purpose. You crawl back on top of him, a burst of energy that startles him, like a surprise in the midst of shared afterglow.

“Why did you leave me?” you inquire, a tinge of accusation laced with the bitter notes in your voice. “Without a word or a farewell. Why did you disappear without a trace?”

His eyes widen momentarily before giving way to an expression of anguish and sadness. A tug at your heart intensifies, as his face alone tells a story you fear can't be good.

He begins with a heavy admission, meeting your eyes with earnest sincerity, “My brother died.”

Your words stumble out in a rush, “Oh, God! I'm so sorry!” The unexpected revelation leaves you fumbling for the right response.

His words flow, carrying a weight of anger and grief, “It's alright. ButI felt so much anger and grief, you know?” he explains, “so much so that I couldn't shapeshift and was stuck in my cat form.”

You exhale a soft ‘aha’ at his words, and the realization washes over you— he was grappling with his own demons, just as you were.

“When I'm consumed by intense emotions, I lose control of my ability to shapeshift, and, and—” You witness a tearful welling in his eyes, prompting you to gently cup his cheeks, reassuring him that it's okay.

“I just wanted to be alone and I didn’t want to burden you…” A few tears spill from his eyes, and you tenderly catch them with your gentle fingers.

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, finding solace in the curve of his neck, where his soft minty scent envelops you like a comforting embrace.

“I am so fucking sorry you had to endure that. I understand, truly. But you would never be a burden to me,” you express, gazing into his eyes with a tenderness that echoes your sincerity.

“I want to be there for you,” you declare, your own tears mirroring the empathy in your eyes.

“Ah, shit. I didn’t mean to cry. But, you know, I understand,” you say, your words accompanied by a wry smile as tears trickle down your face and onto Yoongi’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Kitten. I know. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

He seizes your cheeks, tugging you into a tender and unhurried kiss. Time loses its grip, and you're oblivious to the remnants of his seed mingling with your essence, creating a slippery trail between your pussy and his still-slick pelvis.

Lost in the rhythm of your kisses with Yoongi, you surrender to the moment, where every touch feels like a missing puzzle piece seamlessly falling into place.

The two cups of coffee are long forgotten.

Authors note (3): Thank you so very much if you have made it this far 😭 I know this story is a lot – I’ve been dealing with a lot of different stuff for many years, and some of it just got to be too much a few weeks ago, and this story popped into my head. It was therapeutic to write. I don’t know if people will like it or not, but in the end, that’s not what it’s about. It will just exist here.

If you struggle with any of these subjects or emotions, you’re always welcome in my inbox – I’m not a trained psychologist or anything, though! But sometimes it is better to voice your feelings, than struggling in silence. Everybody’s welcome 🫂

I hope you’re doing well. Thank you for you 💜

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