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I have read countless fics in my time and never I mean NEVER have I been this engrossed in a world that is so well written. I swear you truly are one of my favorite writers currently (fics and novels combined).

The world building, the characters, the emotion behind everything reader and other characters do is so beautiful written and translated into this work of art. I can’t stop gushing about how amazing everything about this series is.

Im a sucker for supernatural and this beauty delivers in EVERYTHING you could ask for. Drama, angst, creatures, lusty lust, dark, gritty, sadness. I LIVE FOR THIS SERIES.

Not only does this series deserve 9,000,000,000 reblogs but show your love to @haliiimede for creating this wonderful piece of art that we are consuming.

Carved | Four | jjk (m)

→ Summary: Hundreds of years after the Underworld wins the war, Vaesen - demon kind - rule the Realms. The Vanir - creatures of light and the Heavens - are hunted and enslaved by Vaesen. When the demon prince Jungkook is given one of the Carved - angels who have been stripped of their wings - he has no idea what to do with you. You, however, have plans you are determined to see through. Even if it means death in the end.

→ Pairing: demon!Jungkook x angel!female reader

→ Rating: NSFW & 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging with this content. Any minors discovered interacting with adult content will be blocked immediately.

→ Type: Series

→ Genre: dystopian, urban fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst

→ Pairing: 8,254

→ Warnings: Graphic depiction of violence and fighting, graphic depiction of death and gore, depictions of death (including, but not describing the death of a child and family members), semi-complex fight scenes, mentions of manipulation and power imbalance, reader purposefully seducing Jungkook to get what she wants, mentions of something similar to subspace and reader taking advance of Jungkook in a subspace like state mentally, explicit language, power imbalances and mentions of enslaved creatures, Jungkook and reader get a little violent with one another but like.. in a pleasure able way so here we go for the sexually explicit warnings, reader goading Jungkook, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, Jungkook kinda gets right too it, rough, slapping and biting, Jungkook being pretty rough and slamming reader around and shoving her into things, vulnerable mental states and manipulation, mild dirty talk tbh this sex scene is incredibly mild in terms of what I usually do, ummm I don't know guys it's a dark urban fantasy with weird shit, unedited should be a warning because I did a grammarly check and nothing else oops. ALSO PLS KEEP IN MIND THIS SEX SCENE IS BLAND BECAUSE OF THE SPECIFIC SCENARIO THEY ARE IN. I ASSURE YOU MUCH MORE DETAILED AND EXPLICIT SMUT IS IN THE FUTURE, BUT IT WASNT THE VIBE HERE

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A/N: IT'S FINALLY HERE. Sorry this was so delayed. I was dealing with writers block pretty severely, work has been really crazy and demanding, I've been really tired and also my mentally manipulative ex-boyfriend decided to unalive himself so that was a weird week, I was trying to find new apartments and yeah this chapter has been re-written at least 5 times. Also I apologize I said fuck it we ball and this is absolutely only edited with a grammarly check. I will edit in full tomorrow but I do not have the brain capacity to do it right now, she is Tapped Out but I promised I would post this mf chapter tonight. Does any one have any theories as to what's going on yet teehee.

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios. Moreover, none of my works accurately reflect, represent or take a stance on the nuances of Korean culture, cities, people etc. BTS is not BTS culturally, intellectually, physically or representationally in my stories, and should be considered name and face stand-ins for made up characters.

/ PREVIOUS / NEXT CHAPTER /

Screams split the air. For a second, you hesitate, turning to the source of the chaos. It erupts beyond the door, startling several Vaesen inside of the room. You react first, shooting toward the door with Taehyung and Jungkook on your heels.

The sound that greets you is a symphony of shattering glass, surprised screams and varying degrees of carnage. A table flips in front of you as you enter the main ballroom. You sidestep it easily as it fractures against Taehyung, who hardly flinches before vanishing into the surging crowd of running and swarming Vaesen and Vanir.

With careful movements, you slid out of your heels, feet pressing against broken glass. It doesn’t bite or cut your skin – only real weapons can do that – but it’s uncomfortable as you take a defensive stance, aware how vulnerable you are in a tiny, sheer dress and no weapon.

Blood-slicked floors greet you. The screams of the Vaesen make your lips twitch upward slightly. Chaos has erupted in a tableau of overturned tables, shattered champagne glasses, pearl-draped demons hiding behind fractured, round tables, and a dark, wet hissing sound.

Whatever creatures have entered the room smell wrong, like honey gone sour or sweet cream curdled. Your eyes sweep the painting of chaos before you.

And then you see them.

Your heart stills for one painfully long second, stretched like skin pulled too tight over bone. They’re… seraphim but not.

The creatures have dark, pitted eyes with black veins rippling over sallow skin. They’re naked and feature no distinct gender, appearing stitched together. Their ribs are prominent and you’re unsure if it’s by design or emaciation. There are mismatched wings on their bodies, opening and closing uncontrollably at awkward intervals and angles like they don’t know how to use them - or maybe can’t.

A creature lets out a screech and cuts a vampire lord in half, blood spraying the wall like watercolor on canvas. There is a dozen of them, and they all have swords, crudely shaped but you can almost taste the adamas in the swords.

Fucking hells. They have swords of Heaven.

Jungkook appears at your side, dark eyes scanning the room as the Not-Seraphim spread throughout, cutting through screaming party goers who are unarmed beyond their own fangs and teeth. You can scent gore in the air and your blood hums: it smells like a killing pitch.

“Reaper.” Jungkook says the name like a command. The name is both yours and not yours. It is one of many names. One of many people you are. His voice slithers down your back, eliciting a shiver. He holds out a dagger. Reaper is the person Jungkook needs you to be. “Find my niece.”

You take the dagger and come alive. The hellstone throbs in your hand, metal carved from the deepest pits of the underworld and forged in hellfire. You tighten your grip and move forward.

One step and you’re in front of one of the Not Angels. It cocks it’s head and pauses, a series of clicks slipping through black, jagged teeth and a weeping mouth.

A second step and death follows you.

Flesh burns. It singes your nose, something like spoiled flesh and rotten eggs. You can taste the sulfur as the creature wilts to the floor, body still twitching after decapitation. You bend over, snatching up the poorly made sword. It’s sharp enough, but the handle is crude and the blade is splotchy, mixed with many metals.

It hums in your hand, a pulse of power crawling through your palm and fingers like an electric current. You recognize the feel of adamas, a metal only found in Heaven realms deep in cloud-ringed mountains. For a moment your mind drifts, suspended between memory and imagination. You can almost see it: tangerine pink skies, the smell of orange blossoms, wind that is neither cold nor warm.

A creature lunges at you and the dream melts away. You duck under the blow, striking out with the dagger. It plunges to the hilt, a wet crack sounding as you puncture its ribcage. It screams and spittle flies. It doesn’t react to the knife, clawing toward you and opening a split maw of blood and black.

Cringing backward, you push with the dagger, shoving the creature away to provide space for the swing of your sword. The head severs, hitting the ground with a thud before rolling away. The body jerks, remaining vertical for a moment. Ripping your knife out, you send the lifeless body to the ground where it remains dead.

Interesting.

Another creature replaces the felled one, no weapon in hand but claws raking out at you. You shuffle backward, ducking away from the swiping talons. The creature flaps its wings once – the only one with functional wings, it seems – and surges forward, catching you off guard.

It knocks into you with the weight of a brick wall. The air leaves your lungs and you go down with the creature, it’s talons catching the flesh on your right bicep. You scream at the burn and fuck it burns. You look at where your skin burns black and wilted in three, jagged lines.

A blue-sparked flame catches your attention on the creature’s hands as it gnashes at you. You grab it around the throat, keeping razor teeth away from your face as drool and something else drips on your face. Your eyes zero in on the flame that comes and goes like it can’t control the heat on the tips of its fingers.

Hellfire, you realize.

Your mind expands, a searching radar for Jungkook. You sense him immediately, his mind like mist and rain tinged with hatred. His emotions are in turmoil, a churning storm of icy rain that bites into your thoughts and razor-sharp wind. There is a sense of no control, Jungkook’s churning storm ripping through his energies with something like feral-laced panic on the edges.

Jungkook, you call to him, feeding him your emotions as you shove back at the gnashing teeth of the creature pinning you down. He ignores you, his storm too volatile to sense you. You push harder, imagining that you’re brushing cool water down the bridge of your connection.

Jungkook flinches when he feels you. The storm pauses, like passing into the eye as the chaos settles around him. You use the opportunity to speak again. They can use Hellfire.

It takes a moment for him to respond. Understood.

Pulling away from the connection, you keep your minds tethered. The crackling energy and harsh storm stirs again when you pull from his mind, but it’s not as out of control as before, the thread between you an anchor as he refocuses on his own task.

Lightning crackles under your fingers as you shove with your hand, putting all your force into where you push back on the monster above you. The creature topples backward as you roll to your feet, movement fluid. Your dress is ripping near the throat, threatening to tear. You curse, begging the fabric to stay on a little longer.

You have no intention of fighting while spilling out of your dress.

Electricity charges in the room. Unchoked, you feel the thunder of your power looming on the horizon. Every time you call the lightning to you feels like a rush of adrenaline, the sparks dancing along every nerve of your body, lighting you up from the inside out.

This is your power. There is a moment where you consider letting it all go. You could supernova right where you stand, destroying everything within several miles. You know you have the capability – it's something you’ve dreamed of doing for years.

But it’s just a dream, and your dreams do not align with your goal.

Reigning in the urge to destroy destroy destroy, you instead focus the lightning on the creatures closest to you. The bolts let out a loud crack as you direct the energy to your targets. There is a flash and the smell of burnt skin and corpse, but you ignore it, pushing toward a forming group in the corner of the ballroom.

There is a concentration of fighting Vaesen, screaming and creatures near where you remember seeing Jungkook’s niece last. A body topples in front of you, and you step over it- later you will remember that it was a collared Vanir, naked and still tied to a chair on its leash.

You see Jihoon– he's covered in something black and slick, kicking out at one of the creatures. He has a single dagger in his hand, a retinue of guards dead at his feet, and you can hear the high-pitched scream of his daughter behind him. A single step in their direction is blocked by more creatures, hissing and clicking at you.

Jungkook appears at your side, covered in gore. His hands are black to the wrist, dripping in... something. You realize he’s fighting without a weapon.

“Are you ripping through them?”

“I gave you my knife,” he snaps. His mind brushes against yours, a torrent of chaos and loud noises and anger so hot you waver. You toss the dagger to him, spinning your new sword in your hand. “I think beheading them is the only thing that works.”

“Yeah, I discovered that thanks.”

A vampire gets turned to mist and splatter in front of you. You feel the hot blood hit your face. It smells metallic and like Synth from his last meal.

“Can you-”

You see it in his mind. The lightning that you can summon to destroy worlds. You nod once, summing the crackling energy inside of you.

A high-pitched scream interrupts you. Your eyes zero in on Kita, hiding under a table as her mother pulls the girl tight against her chest, baring her teeth. There's a red aura around her as she snaps her teeth at one of the creatures, a red arch of fire snapping out.

Fox fire.

Kita tries to imitate her mother, crying through barred teeth and a tiny flicker of flame humming around her. There are creatures closing in and you feel the snap of your power, targeting the creatures in a large area.

Power ripples in the room. You feel the urge to kill kill kill again. To destroy. To light the entire room up and burn it all down. You’ve done it before. You know the taste and smell of annihilation. You know the feeling of death brushing past you as he collects his dead.

The crack of a whip. A scream of agony. Blood in your mouth your hands your ears your neck, your arms-

You push away the desire to rebel. It burns bright, a hot coal ready to catch fire but you smother it. Pretend it isn’t there.

Rising up at the wrong time does nothing. Freeing yourself a long game. Giving in to your rage means failure, and you have failed and failed and failed and failed and -

The room flashes bright. Colors dance behind your eyes as you let go of the power. For a moment, everything is silent. The world is warped, the sulfur air charged with electricity. You feel the static tickle the nap of your neck, your arms, your mind.

You look around. There are no more creatures standing, black wisps of smoke curling toward a scorched ceiling. Dust motes float down. You stick out a hand, finger pointed as one lands on your finger. You realize it’s soot, the leftovers from the creatures you’ve thoroughly crisped.

Around the room, life – or what’s left of it – begins to stir. Glass crunches beneath feet and the sound of tables being righted sounds booming in the silence of destruction.

Jungkook and Ji-Hoon are on their knees, ducked under the table as they coax Kita and her mother from their hiding spot.

You assess the damage, eyes scanning the room and catching on golden collars. Diamonds resting on the hollow of still throats. Snapped gossamer wings under a broken body. A platinum leash tangled in a chair, its nymph counterpart missing her lower half.

There are more Vanir than Vaesen among the dead. Caught up in leashes and collars. Stuck in a brass birdcage. Shackled to a table. Your stomach turns but you don’t focus on the faces. Committing them to memory makes them mean something and nothing means anything to you.

“Reaper.” Jungkook’s voices radiates the space between you and the space unseen, echoing in your mind. You turn to look at him. He has a firm grip on Kita, the child pressed to his side as Ji-Hoon argues with his wife silently. “We are escorting them out.”

“We’re with you.” The oily voice makes you stiffen. You don’t have to turn to see Taehyung among the aftermath. You do see the kitsune lingering off to the side, his dark eyes flickering from the ashes to you. “Both of us.”

Jungkook bows his head. “They were concentrated around Ji-Hoon and none of his men remain. It’s safe to assume he’s a target. Reaper and Yoongi with Kita and Daiyu. Taehyung with us.”

Taehyung moves past you, no longer interested in teasing you. Jungkook presses close to his brother and you press Kita and Daiyu between you and Yoongi. The huli jing looks at you skeptically, holding her daughter’s hand fiercely. You don’t give it much thought, following Jungkook’s lead as he leads your group through a service entrance.

It smells like sulfur and rot. Damp air clings to your skin, forming a sticky second layer. You grimace. The clack of dress shoes is loud against the tile floors. The hall is too narrow for you to walk in groups, meant for only a few Vanir to come and go at a time. You move quickly in single file line, Yoongi at the front with Kita and Daiyu between you.

Jungkook’s mind waivers on the edge of yours. You can feel that he’s aware of you, as though he is turning over his should to see if you’re still there. You can’t see him from the back of the line, but he doesn’t severe the connection.

Probably don’t know how.

Servant corridors are long and complicated. When Jungkook approaches a split, he takes one hall over another confidently. You peek into his mind, seeing the flash of blueprints and memory of a layout on a screen.

You know the layout of the servant halls, you observe. Down your connection, you sense him flinching. You knew you would be attacked?

No. His voice is curt. His mind is a dark storm, words cutting through hissing rain. But we are always prepared. It’s not often that someone tries to assassinate us, but...

But what?

Focus on your task.

Your lips twitch and you feel him draw away from you a bit. But what? You wonder. He was hiding something and that just wouldn’t do. Cutting into his mind would be as easy as clipping the wings of a butterfly. But you leave Jungkook alone for now, following the dark hall, Taehyung and Jihoon’s hushed voices drifting toward you.

A small door in the hall, nearly invisible leads to a tunnel. You can still see flitting images and thoughts across Jungkook’s memory. He has no control to his thoughts, no way to block you out. He is unaware of the danger you present to his mind, laid open for the taking.

And yet you don’t.

The ground slopes beneath your feet. Your press your fingers on the wall, casting your senses. There’s damp, empty air on the other side of the wall and you can hear the hush of slow floating water. Above you, the ceiling vibrates. You’re in a tunnel in the sewers.

Your eyes drift to Jungkook. He was trained in escape routes in the building. And seemed to be one of the few Vaesen armed at the party.

Unarmed Vaesen. The thought leads you somewhere between pleasure and contempt. Only the creatures of the Underworlds could be so arrogant as to think they have nothing to fear. In a way, they don’t. Demons and their kind are the apex predators, the top of the food chain.

But even among themselves, enemies lurk.

The sheer stupidity is comforting – the knowledge that it comes at the expense of how little of a threat Vanir pose, is not.

A cool awareness brushes against the nape of your neck. You pause, the echoes of shoes and Kita sniffing silently ahead reverberating off the walls. Your instinct flickers and you turn your head a fraction, angling your ear toward the way you came.

Silence stretches and stretches. You frown, stretching out the net of your mind. It’s a strange feeling, opening that barrier and sense of other. It’s not a psychic ability as much as it is sensing energy, magic, and existence, something many Vanier and Vaesen alike can do.

At first, there is nothing but empty space. Ahead of you, your group pushes on. They don’t notice that you’ve stopped entirely, head cocked and tense.

Then you hear it – or at least perceive it. A soft hiss, the smell of death.

They’re here, you hiss down the tether between you and Jungkook. You feel his surprise and then his anger as you turn to face the back of the tunnel. Keep going and let me know when you’re out of the tunnel. If I light up in here, you’re going down too.

Good to know you care.

You scoff. I still have use for you, Dominus.

Something like irritation and resentment slithers down the connection from Jungkook. It makes you smirk, pleased at offering opposition. It’s been a long time since you could openly oppose someone the way you now can. It’s a risk, but it’s a calculated one.

Sometimes you must let the monster in to give it a sense of comfort. You remember the lesson. You think about the Vaesen who so easily move about the world without weapons.

Yes, letting Jungkook see parts of you is necessary. Dangerous, but ultimately worth it.

Shuffling, stilted movements echo toward you. Sliding your feet apart and bent slightly at the knee, you wait in a defensive stance. You leave the connection to Jungkook open. As you wait for the creatures to reach you, you periodically drift to observe Jungkook and the others. They’re making quick work rushing through a network of tunnels, moving faster now that there is a threat.

Lightning will do you no good in an enclosed space. While you won’t kill yourself, the walls of the tunnel are reinforced with metal rods and bracketing, a perfect conduit for electricity. With the running water crisscrossing in the sewer system just behind, you’re positive you’ll light up half of the underground network if you try it.

So you wait. Sword in your hand. Poised.

The first creature slides into your line of sight. The corridor is dark and without light, the shapes of the bent wings in a small space almost comical. They cannot move more than one at a time, a single file line of twisted limbs and rotten smell.

It sees you and pauses. There are soft clicks, the sounds bouncing back and forth. You frown, watching as they all stop moving, the clicks drifting between them at different intervals and cadences like… a language.

They’re speaking.

Whatever they are, they have some sort of intelligence. The humanoid shapes are all wrong, but you can vaguely sense something thrumming inside of them that is both like you and not. Your stomach flips at the implication that you can sense the creatures the way you sense Jungkook stopped at a fork in the tunnels, unsure of which way to go.

The clicking stops. You turn your attention away from Jungkook, narrowing that feed of awareness tied to him to the barest thread. For a moment, you and the first creature stare at one another. The next moment, it’s charging forward faster than you expect.

You duck as the creature slams into you. The breath leaves your lungs, feeling as though you’d been hit with the force of a thick wall, but you push up with your back as the creature topples over you, sending it sprawling. Your sword hand is fast, flicking in an arch to sever the head as the creature stumbles to regain balance.

The narrow space immediately becomes a problem. The next creature is on you, teeth snapping hungrily as you back up, stepping and slipping slightly on the ichor leaking from the dead body beneath your feet. There’s no room to swing your sword, so you’re forced to twitch the blade back and forth, parrying sharp stabs from your assailant.

Just like the creatures in the ballroom, these are uncoordinated. Their stabs aren’t fast enough, joints cracking and twisting awkwardly in lurching motions as they attack. Cutting through them is difficult in the lack of space. They press in on you, making you track backward to give yourself more room to fight. It’s not ideal – you’re leading them toward where Jungkook and the others have started moving again.

“Fuck,” you snarl, tasting foul ichor on your tongue as it sprays you from a sharp wound on the neck of one of them. It bellows and claws forward.

Summoning air in the tunnel you thrust a hand out, punching toward them with wind. It rips through the halls, whistling as the air rushes past you in violent torrents. It slams into creatures, propelling them backward.

While they’re crumpled and disorganized in a pile, you take ground back, advancing on them. They clamor over one another, shrieking and twitching their wings as they regain a sense of control. You summon wind again, ready to send another blast when a raw scream rips down your mental tether with Jungkook.

It’s violent and invasive, prying open your connection and funneling unfiltered pain and wrath into your own mind. Your vision goes white for a second as the emotional tidal wave of Jungkook overwhelms you, unexpected and uncontrolled.

A spark of blue is the only warning you get from one of the hellish creatures. You barely react in time, summoning wind again at a greater force. It screams toward you, quick enough to meet the blue flame of Hellfire as it fills the hallway.

Heat scorches against air. You scream in alarm. For a moment, you think your makeshift airwall won’t be enough to keep you from being turned to soot.

It holds, a steady wind current coming down the tunnel. Dust, dirt, and mice get picked up in your vacuum, spinning and slamming into the solid, opaque wall of air. You keep your energy focused on the wind as much as you can, Jungkook’s mental screaming almost too much of a distraction as you try and close the mental door between the two of you.

But Jungkook is untrained and the son of Sariel. His connection to you is strong and whatever he’s experiencing on the other side of the tunnel system is a deeper well than you knew he was capable of.

Gritting your teeth, you dig down into your well of power. It’s always there, a bottomless pit of energy and ability to use your gifts. Some witches call it magic. Faeries call it glamour. Angels call it grace and there is a spark of it there, tiny and imperfect, but enough for you to sustain the wind and shut the door on Jungkook just enough.

Snippets rush by you. They’re at the mouth of an entrance somewhere – almost out of the tunnel system. But they’re fighting – you sense more creatures and… others. Demons. Jungkook’s rage is a storm, battering down on your connection to him and exploding out of him as he fights.

Get out of the tunnels, you demand. Jungkook I need you to at least get out of the tunnels.

There is no acknowledgment that he’s heard you. There’s only screaming wind, the song of his fury, and heat building up on the other side of your wall. You smell molten metal and realize the creatures are going to bring everything down.

Jungkook, you scream at him. There is nothing on the other side, just anger threatening to swallow him whole. Jungkook!

Nothing.

Gritting your teeth, you shift a few steps back. You take a deep breath, feeling the heat on the other side of your air wall, and you shove hard through your mental tether. You feel Jungkook’s awareness, fire and rain. He feels you now.

Get out the fucking tunnel or I will kill all of you. This is your last warning.

And it is. Jungkook is useful. Using him is easier than the alternative, and having to come up with an additional plan after killing him while trying to escape the city is far too complicated, and near the realm of impossibility.

Sweat begins to form on your hairline. You feel the slick on your legs and your palms, the air over-warm. It continues to get hotter and hotter, kicking up several notches. Azure swims on the other side of the air you feed into your protect. It flares, growing stronger off the oxygen you provide it, but you have no other choice.

Silver drips from the ceiling. You look up, spotting liquified metal oozing through the earth’s ceiling.

Go. Jungkook’s voice is nearly a whisper. You realize you’re screaming with the force of the power you’re feeding into your wind. His words are like a release, a flip switching as you dive headfirst into the electric current of your lightning.

It’s an explosion. Heat and electricity meet in a caustic battle, the walls and floor rumbling as your lightning pulses from you more like a wave than bolts. You hear the crack, feel it vibrate your ears, and then there is only loud ringing as you stumble backward.

Dust, ash, and metal fill the air. You’ve brought down half the tunnel and you’re splayed on your ass.

Rolling over on your stomach, you try and push yourself to your feet. You slide in dirt and darkness. It’s difficult to breathe, the air filled with static and heated enough that your skin feels like you’re on fire. You manage to find footing and retreat towards where Jungkook and the others have gone.

Nothing follows you.

The high-pitched ringing does not leave you. A bit dizzy, you follow the thread of Jungkook’s existence, feeling the thread between you pull you toward him. His rage has turned to agony, and you know someone is dead, though you cannot discern who.

When you finally reach the surface, you understand.

There are masked Vaesen littered around an empty warehouse. You’re close to the Celadon River, the taste of salt in the air as it filters in from the sea. You cannot hear beyond the scream of your damaged ears, but the wind here is cool, coming in through a giant hole in the ceiling, freshly singed.

Similar creatures that hunted you into the halls lay in pieces. Jungkook stands expressionless, ringed by bodies. It seems the fight was centered on him, death laying quietly at his feet. Yoongi and Taehyung stand a few feet away, expressionless. Watching.

A single shaft of moonlight shines on Jungkook through the broken ceiling. It paints half of his face silver, his eye rimmed silver. The rest of his face in shadow. It’s an eerie picture, half of him light and dark, split between two worlds. A child slithers down your spine as your eyes drift away from the thunder in his expression to his feet, where his eyes are fixed and you see the source of his unending agony.

Jihoon and his family are no more.

Namjoon is the only other person at the apartment. You eye him warily as he stands in the living room, arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the holoscreen. Images of the party flash on the screen. There are videos from security cameras, starlets filming the chaos while at the party, and media drones outside of the building as the police force descended on the scene.

Reporters stand in the carnage. There are still broken bodies of Vanir, stepped over as the reporters lead their filming drones through the rooms. You can see Vanir tied to leashes on chairs. Again, you don’t look at their faces.

After appearing from the tunnel to find Jihoon and his family dead, you were ushered home immediately. You went without negotiation, casting a single look at Jungkook. He wouldn’t meet your eyes, his expression flitting between exquisite pain and nothingness.

Sensing your presence, Namjoon turns his head a fraction to look at you. His eyes harden and his jaw flexes, onyx eyes not leaving you for a second. You remember your perceived place with him, casting your eyes to the screen to ignore the way he burns holes through you with just a look.

“Go away,” he grunts. “Your presence is bothersome.”

“I’m sorry, dominus.” You make your voice light and airy. “Why has master not come home with me?”

Calling Jungkook master burns your tongue. You make yourself look small, tucking your chin to your chest and curving your shoulders inward, like you’re bracing to be hit. You play with the hem of your shirt, which is too big like the rest of your clothes.

Namjoon scoffs, not buying it. “Because he has to deal with this fucking mess.”

“I should be with master- “

“Drop the act. Whatever you are, it isn’t Carved. If Jungkook wants to keep you and do whatever he wants with you, that’s fine.” You glance up at him. He stares you dead in the eye. “But I don’t like you and I don’t trust you. Stay in your lane, I’ll stay in mine.”

Namjoon leaves the room, the holoscreen casting blue light on the empty space. You listen to him go. He goes to his own room at the far end of the apartment and shuts the door loudly.

“Dick,” you mutter, entering the living room proper to look up at the screen.

The sound is muted, only showing the chaos. “Elide, volume on.”

“State access name,” the apartment system responds, voice cool and clear. You recite your name. “Unregistered user.”

You snarl. “Elide, volume on.”

“State access name.”

“Jungkook.”

“Voice recognition failure.”

“Just turn the fucking volume on!”

The elevator door opens behind you. You whirl on your heel, teeth bared in frustration. Jungkook walks through the door, barely sparing you a glance as he says, “Stop yelling at the technology. I didn’t program you into the system.”

“I noticed.” He walks into the kitchen, tapping the corner of a cabinet. It unlocks and pops open, revealing shelves of liquor. He removes a bottle and taps the cabinet shut. “Didn’t think you needed it.”

“Well if you’d like me to get bored and burn the apartment down, that is an option.”

“Be my guest. I have others.”

“Humble.”

Dark rage hums under the surface. Jungkook moves around his kitchen slowly. He places a glass delicately on the counter, pulling the cork from the bottle before pouring himself amber liquid. You sniff. Whiskey of some sort.

Jungkook is silent, but his mind is a torrent of emotions. Blood pounds beneath the surface, a beast begging to escape. You can almost taste the chaos within him and yet… he keeps it there. Sipping his drink and leaning on the counter as he looks at the floor.

“Namjoon thinks I should kill you,” Jungkook mentions.

“Unsurprising.”

“Yoongi does too.”

You shrug. “The way of the fox is unknown to me.”

Jungkook’s mind is wide open. You reach for it while he sips his whiskey. He doesn’t register as you brush against his thoughts, trying to sort through them. His mental is in chaos, thoughts racing through his head and flashes of his brother being cut down. Of Kita’s screaming.

“Do you know what those things were?”

You picture the creatures at the party. Their staggered steps, their rotting breath. “Something made, not born.”

“What does that mean?”

“That means I’ve seen a lot of creatures for the hundreds of years that I have been alive, but I’ve never seen whatever those were. Those things are not natural.”

“Most of what is in this world isn’t natural.”

“They are not natural to any plane. I felt…” You trail off and shrug your shoulders.

Navigating his mind while it’s in chaos is hard. You’re looking for the thread of conversation from earlier that night, trying to understand what Jungkook had been talking about when he trailed off about being prepared for assassination attempts. But it’s convoluted and murky.

Jungkook glances up at you. His face is a mask. You must admit you’re impressed by the way he looks calm and collected with the storm raging inside of him, threatening to crack the façade at any moment. “Felt what?”

“You didn’t feel them? Like the way you feel me?”

“Are you telling me you’re one of- “

“No,” you cut him off. “Not in the sense of they are me. But you couldn’t feel them like… dots on a radar. Little signatures of something?” He shakes his head. You hum for a moment, letting the silence hang in the air before you say, “Your untrained mind nearly got me killed.”

A ripple of anger goes through him and his thoughts become more confusing. You sense him boiling under the surface, a steady tremor building and building and building.

A frenzy. Jungkook is nearing a frenzy. If you could get him to fall into it…. you examine him. Coming down from a frenzy would put him in a state of compliance and exhaustion, making his mind open to sift through like forgotten paperwork.

You decide to incense him.

“I mean it,” you snap when he doesn’t answer you. You square your shoulders and let your power drop into the room. “Your level of incompetence is worse than seraphim children. Total lack of discipline and an embarrassment to someone who was sired by Sariel.”

A flip switches.

Jungkook is pushing off the counter and moving toward you but you stand your ground, chin lifted, gaze cutting. His mask has slipped a fraction, lip curled. “What did you just say?”

“I said that your utter lack of control is insulting and beneath your station.”

“You are in no position to speak to me like that.”

You splay your hands. Jungkook heaves a few feet away from him. You see the wheels turning, sense his adrenaline shooting upward. You needle him further. “I think we both agreed that here, I’m in a position to do whatever I want.”

Jungkook is fast. He’s in front of you in moments, hand shooting out to grab you by the throat. You’re not surprised by the action as he slams you against a wall, sneering. But you are surprised by the giddy delight that shoots up your spine as his fingers close tightly around your base.

When he squeezes, it isn’t to cut off your air supply. You recognize the sign of dominance, the grip he has on a vulnerable part of you. It’s the most instinctual form of an alpha trying to regain the upper hand and you’re so delighted that you laugh.

“I own you,” Jungkook whispers. “Whether you want it, or whether I want to. I signed your papers. You are legally mine.”

You lift a leg and wrap it around Jungkook’s waist, tugging him toward you. He balks, hand going slack around your throat as your hips press against his. A wave of pleasure rolls through you but you focus on the way Jungkook stutters, pulling back from you.

“Yeah?” you ask, tilting your head to the side. “You have the upper hand, dominus?” His fingers tighten but he doesn’t respond. You roll your hips into his, feeling the confidence from a moment ago slip through his fingers like sand. “What happened? I thought you owned me?”

“You are walking a dangerous line.”

“You’re doing nothing about it.”

“What do you want from me?” he grits out, teeth clenched. He’s shaking, loss of control so near.

“You own me?” you goad. “Then fucking use me, Jungkook. You’re two seconds from a fucking demonic frenzy and you don’t even have the sense to fall into it.”

“I don’t do that.”

You lean forward. He leans away but you crowd his space, eyes searching. You notice a mole just below his flush mouth, something you’ve never seen before. It’s soft. Endearing. You ignore the observation as your mouth brushes close to his, sharing breath.

“You’re afraid of your demon,” you purr. He says nothing, breathing heavily as he watches you, pupils dilated. “Weak.”

“I’m not afraid.”

“Then feed the demon, Jungkook.”

Jungkook hesitate. You watch him, his jaw working and his eyes staring at you. You see the moment he gives over control to the demon part of him, pupils turning into saucers as his hand grips your throat tight. He leans forward, pressing in on your space until you’re chest to chest and his mouth is at the shell of your ear.

“If you wanted me to fuck you, why didn’t you just ask?”

Your hands go to his biceps, digging your nails in. He hisses, fingers pressing into the sides of your neck to restrict your breathing. “I thought you owned me,” you taunt. “I’m allowed to ask?”

It’s the final push he needs.

A shift happens in Jungkook. Swiftly, he drops you and flips you, slamming you chest first into the wall. It knocks the wind from your lungs, making you gasp as he crushes himself against you, nosing your ear. His breath is hot, sending chills down your spine. You grin, knowing you’ve got him going in the right direction.

You press your ass backwards into him, feeling his semi-hard cock in his pants. In his state, it doesn’t even need to be you Jungkook is attracted to. His demon side is wild, hungry to do anything to destroy, to fuck, to kill.

Demon frenzies enhance lust and violence, like adding fuel to a fire. Jungkook’s flame is stoked, his agony over his family members and his frustration blinding him as he rips the back of your shirt open, your scares and flesh on display for him.

“You want to be fucked like I own you?” he asks, voice low. “Fine.”

It's nothing new, being fucked like you’re owned. But this is different – it feels different. When Jungkook’s hands brush up your spine, they’re not violent. They’re inquisitive. Callused. You shiver under his touch, eyes shutting as he pulls the fabric of the ruined shirt off you.

Your nipples are pressed to the wall, providing friction. You give into it, letting that blissful stimulation bloom inside of you as he nudges your head to the side with his nose.

“Spread your legs,” he demands. His voice is barely a whisper. You do. “Not so talkative now, are we?”

“Is my commentating part of fucking me like you own me, dominus?”

A loud rip splits the air. Jungkook tears through your sweats, warm hands seeking the flesh of your ass. He grips your cheeks firmly, massaging the flesh as he ruts against you slightly. You moan, surprisingly not for effect but at the way you feel.

Rare is the occasion in which someone made you feel good during sex. It isn’t what you’re after, but it’s a bonus, letting Jungkook slip his hand between your legs to brush his finger through your folds. You're not dripping for him, but you let out a breathy sound as pleasure unfurls low in your stomach when he does it.

Even out of control Jungkook shows restrain. Your fascinated, split between panting against the wall as Jungkook’s skill fingers circle your clenching hole, gathering your wetness to slip toward your clit, applying light pressure as he circles the bundle of nerves.

Jungkook dedicates time to getting you worked up. His breath is warm against your ear, low grunts shooting more arousal straight to your core. For the first time in years, you’re dripping for someone. You can feel the slick on Jungkook’s fingers, your pussy warm and swollen for him as he continues to play with you.

Taking control of Jungkook’s thoughts is far from your mind now. You're distracted, fists pressing into the wall as Jungkook slips a finger into your entrance. You gasp, the pad of his finger brushing against your front wall, massaging your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you swear, seeing stars.

It becomes clear Jungkook knows what he’s doing, fucking his finger into you. You can hear the wet-slap of his hand against your pussy, worked up for him now as his clothed cock presses into your ass cheek.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he mutters. He doesn't seem to be talking to you as much as himself. “Cock is never gonna fuckin’ fit in here. Hmm. Oh well.”

He pulls his finger from you. You let out an angry sound, eyes flying open to glare at him over your shoulder. He pops the finger in his mouth, momentarily dumbing you as you watch him suck the shine from his finger. He doesn’t look at you when he’s done, hand working to pop the button on his jeans and tug his cock out.

When you look down, you realize that Jungkook is right. He might not fit, and it sends a little thrill through you, watching the way his heavy cock bobs against his shirt, dabbing it with precum as Jungkook only pulls his pants down enough to fuck you.

You’ve spent years tirelessly bouncing on a variety of cock and diving between the legs of mistress after mistress. Sex is not a stranger to you. Sometimes you remember vaguely enjoying a thing or two. Sometimes even when you didn’t like it, your body at least orgasmed.

Being used is something familiar – but you’re not being used now. Even if Jungkook thinks you are. Even as he thumbs the precum from the redden tip of his cockhead to spread it down his thick shaft, Jungkook isn’t in control.

You remember that as Jungkook leisurely pumps himself before brushing the tip through your now sticky folds. You press your cheek against the wall, sighing as he teases you. It feels good. You reach out with your mind, brushing Jungkook’s sightly. His walls are down, vulnerable. Your sneer turns into a loud moan when Jungkook pushes into your pussy on the upstroke.

The stretch is painful, your stomach plummeting as Jungkook splits you open. The glide isn’t slow. His instincts take over and he immediately fucks into you hard and deep, slamming your hips into the wall with his full weight with every thrust.

Jungkook fucks the breath out of you. One hand presses your face into the wall, your cheekbones and jaw throbbing with the force of it. His other hand grabs your hips, holding you in position as he fucks himself into you hard.

Pain-laced pleasure shoots through you. The sounds that drip from your mouth isn’t for show. Your toes curl and your head swims at the way he takes control, fingers pressed into your flesh, cock pressing deep deep deep.

You lose yourself in the slap of flesh on flesh and curses. He spits insults at you, and you growl in response, biting one of his fingers that strays too close to your mouth. You taste blood, grinning as the salt and iron tinged with honey pulls on your tongue. He smacks your mouth, the stinging making you trill with high-pitched laughter.

“Crazy Carved bitch,” he slurs. “Is this what you fucking wanted? To be fucked like this?”

“Fuck me harder, Jungkook.”

He presses your skull harder into the wall. For a moment, you think it might crack under the pressure. But you don’t break, and Jungkook listens, driving into you at a pace that would break anyone else. Anything else. But it doesn’t break you and it feels good to know that it doesn’t. To feel the way your pussy flutters around him as he fucks you with abandon.

So many people have tried to break you. So many. Many have almost succeeded, and yet you prevail. You keep going. You survive. You move on. You wait. You win.

Your orgasm mounts. You feel it building inside of you like the same electricity that gathered in that small hall to destroy. It coils and coils and coils. You become short of breath, sucking in hair as you tremble under Jungkook’s weight. His mind is flayed open and raw for the taking but you wait. Not yet not yet not yet.

Jungkook picks up speed. You feel his pace get sloppy and the change in rhythm pushes you over the edge. You come around him with a scream, vision going white as you hold your breath. You feel your entire body seize up, thrashing under him. Jungkook presses you against the wall, trapping you and making you take it as he thrusts one – two – three more times before coming with a curse.

The pace slows. The sweaty tension between you begins to dissipate. You feel Jungkook pull himself out, cum immediately running down your legs. His energy is lower now and when you manage to catch your breath and look at him over your shoulder, he’s swaying on his feet, fucked out expression on his face. He’s flushed, tip of nose red.

Your legs are shaking and sticky. You take a step toward him feeling the slide of your thighs against one another, made slippery by cum. You hold out a hand and he stares at it, eyes wide, expression blank. He’s in the fall after a frenzy, somewhere dazed between thoughts in his head.

Tentatively, Jungkook takes your hand. You leave the torn clothes on the floor, you leave everything. Namjoon surely heard everything, but the Hellhound minds his business as you lead Jungkook to your room. The half demon, half angel is suddenly pliant for you. Soft at the edges. Mute.

You sit him on the bed and he stares at you. Unmoving. Unthinking.

Brushing your mind against his, you feel nothing but static. The buzz of his thoughts is unorganized and sleepy. You keep the connection open, stepping into the bathroom to wash the cum from your legs, the sweat from your back and the blood from your face. You had not even realized that he split your lip.

In your room, Jungkook doesn’t move. He is listless and calm, steady breathing letting you know that he hasn’t gone to sleep just yet, but that he’s not entirely present.

Slipping into clothes and back into the room, you stand in front of him, eyes flickering over his face. Jungkook looks at you but he’s not really there. A tiny part of you hesitates. Knows that to violate his mind has always been your greatest fear of yourself.

But life isn’t fair, and you have been a slave for hundreds of years. You have suffered and you will suffer again in the future. And though you see something in Jungkook that you recognize, you know that to spare him is to admit weakness.

Pain is inevitable. Pain is constant. Pain is power.

Jungkook knows nothing of these tenants. Knows nothing of the life his mother lived before him, her principles, her heritage.

Sympathy is something you cannot afford to give him. So you push into his mind, seizing his thoughts. He doesn’t put up a fight. He hardly knows what you’re doing as you begin sorting through what’s there.

Minds are unique to each person. Though some of your fallen companions had similarities in the way their memories and thoughts were laid out, everyone had something unique. Jungkook’s mind feels like a thunderstorm at night, soft with the threat of something more. Something melancholy plays there, a tune that is familiar, but you cannot place.

You sift through the night's events. You see things through his eyes. Feel the contempt for those around him. Feel the apathy for the Vanir leashed to chairs and in cages. Feel the unfettered spark of adoration when he sees Kita. Feel the love for his brother, though you had not sensed it upon meeting Jihoon.

And there is love there. Maybe not in the form that humans or texts perceive it. But you taste the sweetness of the affection, and you understand that there are positive emotions when Jungkook looks at his older brother, no matter how complicated.

You sift through to running through the tunnels. Jungkook feels glad that he prepared. They had been worried as of late – there were confirmed movements of the rebel group Libram in the city. Confirmations of assets destroyed and vanishing members of the local government.

This surprises you. You were not aware that the rebels were so familiar with the city yet. The thought of the free cities is so distant from you that it feels odd to conceptualize that there are members of their organization in Lythos.

You follow the thread of Jungkook’s conversation with you from earlier.

But we are always prepared. It’s not often that someone tries to assassinate us, but...

But Jungkook had known that there was a growing presence of Libram in the city. And Belial had tortured you repeatedly for information on Libram, looking for any connection to the rebellion. To Michael. To the last remaining seraphim across the worlds.

You take a sharp breath. Jungkook’s feelings regarding Libram were wary. Laced with uncertainty and fear. You follow those thoughts, flipping through his memories looking for more information. Four assassinations on government officials. The destruction of one of the Kim’s synth mines. Liquidation of accounts that belonged to Belial through unknown methods and hackers.

For as long as you had belonged to Faustus to fight, you had kept your head down. You focused on living. Small moves and counter moves. You had not been looking for any news of Libram or their existence in the city, and until now, you had thought there weren’t many in the city. Whispers of the potential but nothing like what you’re seeing in Jungkook’s thoughts.

Carefully, you extract your mind from his and sit on the bed. With him tired and swaying, you offer him a nudge to go to sleep. He lays backwards, dark lashes fluttering shut. You watch him for a while, thoughts ruminating on the new information.

Libram being in the city is a factor that you did not calculate. You chew on your lips as you think of your next move. One way to gather the information you need would be through your Vanir contacts. You have so few. But the best way to get good information is through your Vaesen contacts, which are even fewer.

You think about the twisted creatures that killed Jungkook’s family. They did seem like... angels and demons twisted together. Like the stitching together of things that didn’t belong. Half-demons, half-angels were rare to begin with. But it was like they were trying to make something else.

Belial’s question comes back to you about Lilins. The children of Lilith herself, born from her savage rape of the Heavens, but specifically, the archangels. Unique creatures, with the perfectbalance. Enough demon blood to hide the angelic blood, and enough angelic blood to hide the demon.

The flicker of familiarity you felt when fighting those creatures sends a sinking feeling to the pit of your stomach. You look at Jungkook, asleep. He looks gentle in his sleep, lines smoothed out on his face. Round and childlike.

In the morning, you’ll go back to pretending. But for now, you pull your knees to your chest, setting your chin on top of them as you consider the options before deciding that you need to follow the sick feeling that twists your gut.

Because if you’re suspicions are right... Libram made those creatures that killed Jungkook’s family tonight, targeting Belial and his children. It puts you in a dangerous position, but also a favorable one if Libram discovers your existence and grows curious about how useful you might be.

Yet none of it relieves you. Because if those creatures are what you think they are, there are seraphim in the world that are trying to bring Lilins back to the fight. Lilins, the creatures solely responsible for bringing the Heavens down.

D E F I N I T I O N S

Adamas - metal made from the Heavens, favorite in weapons used by angels and fae

Carved – angels who have had their wings surgically removed and sold for ownership. The possession of an angel’s wings gives the owner power over the angel’s grace, thereby giving them power over the angel.

Collared – a Vanir who is owned as a slave. They are often identifiable by the custom collars their masters put on their necks.

Dominus – term used by a slave to their male identifying master

Huli jing - Chinese fox spirit; similar to the Kitsune

Lilins - the offspring of the First Demon, Lilith, an the seraphim, most notably with the angels Uriel and Raphael. They are the perfect balance of Vanir and Vaesen and were used as spies during the war.

Seraph - a single angel, one of the seraphim

Seraphim - species of angels associated with Christian heaven, soldiers of God

Triumvirate – the three Lords who rule the Realms – figures of the Underworld

Vaesen – creatures associated with Underworld Realms such as demons, daevas, sorcerers, vampires, wraiths, and monster-like creatures

Vanir – creatures associated with Heaven Realms such as angels, faeries, witches, dragons, demigods and any heavenly-like being

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Yes, 1,000,000 times yes

if you have time to create a “tea” blog or even send in terrible hot takes you need to seriously go outside and touch some grass. let people be. if you have an issue with someone deal with it in dms with them, don’t hide behind the face of the anon feature. do you think you’re doing the community a favor? by creating yet another divide? do you think bts would be proud of you? are you proud of yourself for creating this ‘fear’ (for lack of a better word) around making mistakes online? we live in an age where we can do so much more than what we settle for in terms of our online presence and creating “drama”. allow people to grow from their past, mistakes have been made - yes, but a lot of this that keeps coming up is the same shit that circulates every couple months, has already been dealt with, apologies made, etc. like move on already. instead of trying to run people off of tumblr you should be encouraging change. fuck cancel culture. no one here is a tumblr god who gets to decide who stays and goes, who is ‘cool’ and who is ‘toxic’. like cmon we can do better than this. how many more content creators do we have to lose on this dying platform before you realize that this hatred you have is coming from somewhere else internally. fix yourself before you try to fix others, and stop ruining this experience for those you have a personal issue with. block and forget about them if it’s that hard for you to accept change. there are worse things in the world that you should be worried about than who is friends with who, and what they create. if you have a big mouth maybe try to join something local that does good, like a prochoice protest or a group that spreads awareness about sex trafficking.

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Yes JUST A HUNDRED TIMES YES. Not only did you write the Smut amazingly but for it being your first time writing it, I’m in awe! I can’t wait for this series to progress and I can’t help squeals I’m letting out <333

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Getting off with one of your closest friends is the last thing that you would imagine happening, especially in the dead of night and in the most pathetic way possible. [SMUT]

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Getting fingered by Kang Taehyun inside the cabin that you and your friends had rented out was anything but what you had expected to come out of the trip that was seemingly falling apart the few weeks before it started. Maybe all the weeks of recurring obstacles such as the weather turning out to be horrible, 4 of your other friends cancelling and the cabin owners not showing up to give you guys the keys at the scheduled time was all put in place for this one piece of strange luck to take place.

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Seance Season 3

Chapter 3: Strength be in thee

It’s been SO LONG SINCE I UPDATED AND I’M SO SO SORRY, I had a ton of life events happen and I hope to once again start writing regularly as I have so many plans for Seance Season, Arrangements and other upcoming fics!

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Afab Reader. May have other BTS members paired with reader but that hasn’t been decided yet

Summary: You repeatedly told yourself you did not have Magick. But one evening has you fearing for what you’re starting to become. In the middle of all of that, you have this pull to Jungkook that you both can’t quite explain. This new season of your life is Seance Season. Will you come out the same person?

Words: 9,700+

Rating: PG13-M’ish. Some Sexual scenarios but not the full Snex.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Tags/Warnings: Strong mentions of Magick and spells. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the idea of wicca and anything of the sort as certain remedies and ‘spells/chants’ are in fact real to some. Drinking. Fighting. Blood. Destruction. A man harms y/n. Horror to some degree. Extremely religious folk be wary. A fight scene and some gore.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anyone to scan for anything like that <3

Fic Inspired Playlist that I highly recommend while you read each chapter as they set the mood. Link is here.

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5MtUQrFY03hPtVdVQiGszw?si=2b203cfc1c1a46e7

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad @mwitsmejk @ggukkieland

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Not a word was shared as you quickly took the bag from the side on the floor and practically ran to the bathroom to not only change but to clean up the wetness you knew your little grinding session had caused.

Stuffing your panties that you had tried to wash off in the sink into an inside pocket of your bag, you threw your hair up and sent a prayer to The Goddess that Jungkook wouldn’t be in your room when you left the comfort of your bathroom. Not wanting to deal with a possible talk of what had just happened.

To your delight the dark haired man had seemed to have already joined your parents downstairs as no traces of him being there in the first place were seen. Slapping the palms of your hands over the apples of your cheeks to hopefully calm you down and get your ‘shit together’ you slung your bag over your shoulder and made your way out of your room to the delicious smells and murmured talking coming from the kitchen.

Avoiding Jungkook’s eyes, you returned the calls of Good Morning from both of your parents with your own semi grumbled ‘morning’.

You set to work on fixing your plate full of fresh cut fruits, scrambled eggs, crispy maple bacon and a thick piece of toast. Jungkook had been sitting next to your father engaged in conversation that had seemed to preoccupy him, Thank the Diety's.

A shallow knock was heard followed by someone letting themselves in. You almost spit the piece of toast you were crunching between your teeth when a pair of arms wrapped around the back of your chair and pulled you into a tight embrace.

A slew of coughs was made from your throat earning a mumbled apology from Taehyung. Despite the small sting in your throat as the crusty pieces of bread stuck to the back of your esophagus you welcomed Tae and Joon’s company, engaging in friendly conversation with them rather fast over your plates of breakfast.

The thick cut crispy bacon was almost enough to make you moan as you happily savored the flavor. “Jin’s serious about moving, he already sent me like 3 possible living options last night.” Namjoon chuckled. A small whine was heard as you sat your chin on your palm. “I know he is. You guys know I love you and I understand your worry but I don’t want to be a burden.” Namjoon set a large warm palm over your shoulder and you felt the care in his eyes. “You’re never a burden and you know damn well if it was any of us, you’d not only do the same thing but your ass would hop in the car with them and not let them out of your sight”. He was right and you could do nothing but nod in response.

“Thanks for breakfast Mrs. y/l/n.” Taehyung exclaimed with a hug to your mother who had been beaming at him and Namjoon who had helped clean the dirty dishes as you and Jungkook cleared the table in silence.

“You all are more than welcome! You know you’re welcome here anytime.” Your mom smiled happily. Jungkook had followed the boys out of the house with your bags in tow to pack up the car.

An arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you watched the dark haired man from the front porch of your parents house. “He’s a pretty good man from what I can tell.” The signature scent of your mothers perfume invaded your nostrils as you nodded. “I’m thankful for his help.”

“You know y/n, you’re single and have been for a little bit and well it seems as if he’s available.” Your eyelids closed before you could roll your eyes. “Mom please stop, I’d rather not talk about my lack of romance with you and oh my god! mom he’s coming this way please hush.” You pleaded with the woman in front of you who had looked as if she was suppressing a chuckle.

“Jungkook thank you for bringing y/n and helping her. Not only are we in your debt but know you are welcome here anytime.” Returning a handshake and half hug from your father, Jungkook then turned to your mother who had pulled him into a hug as her many bracelets jingled together.

“I can’t thank you enough, please contact us with anything you may need or if anything comes up. Also, pay y/n no mind when she’s grumpy, she’s just a hard shell to crack.” A large smile was spread across Jungkooks cheeks which showed his bunny-like teeth and made him look as if he was a child.

Your mothers arms moved to wrap around your shoulders and you returned the warm embrace as your father joined the hug. “I gave a few bags of herbs, incense, crystals and other Magick goodies. I know this is all scary to you but if you could try and hone into your power and study the craft maybe it will help you. We love you baby, please stay in touch and if you need us you bet your bum we will close up shop and break many speed limits to get to you. Let me know when you get home ok?”

An I love you and an ok left your lips as small tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Pulling from the embrace you willed your legs to take you to the sleek car that Jungkook had currently been sitting in to give you your time with your parents.

The car ride had been awkwardly silent at first but after a stop for coffee you both seemed to engage in small comfortable conversations of your favorite drink choices. It was almost as if what had happened in the morning had been forgotten which left you thankful yet a little disappointed as Jungkook hauled your bag over the cushions of your couch.

“I know you probably want your time alone but call me if you need anything okay? I just sent you a text with my home and work address if for any reason you need them. Hobi and I go way back and I know how much of a good guy is, so if for some reason you need time off from work or just need to blow off steam, tell him. It isn’t my story to tell but he is aware of Magick and can be a person you can talk to about it.” Jungkook had offered to stay again but you said you needed time to be alone and made sure to thank him profusely for his kindness and help.

As you walked the taller man to your door you bid him goodbye with a small wave. The click of the deadbolt locking in place gave you a small bit of comfort, from what you weren’t sure. The mention of Hobi knowing of Magick came as a small shock to you. He didn’t have power, that much you could tell. But a small smile spread over your lips at the possibility of being able to talk to someone else about Magick until your best friends came to the city, someone who hadn’t set your insides aflame every time you thought of him.

The smell of Frankincense and Dragons Blood Resins invaded your nostrils as you opened one of the canvas bags your mother had sent you with. You didn’t want to dwell on everything that had happened recently so you connected your favorite spotify playlist to your Home Speaker Device and got to work on organizing everything your mother had given you.

A forkfull of spaghetti noodles was shoveled into your mouth as you texted Jin back when he sent you a list of simple charms and spells he felt you should have a try at. The tang of marinara was just what you needed when dinner time came around and what better meal to have than spaghetti?

You had placed several small warding charms on the window’s of your apartment and a large piece of purple Lepidolite now sat on your nightstand in hopes of keeping the nightmares at bay despite Jin and your mother telling you nothing would stop the dreams as they were part of you, not a curse or something to ward. But the thought of having such items in your home gave you a small semblance of peace. If they didn’t help with your nightmares and new found power, then maybe they would help against the man who attacked you in the alley.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep slumber. The blankets curled around your body like a cocoon and the scent of lavender soothed your mind.

Eyes fluttering open to the sound of nearby construction, you momentarily thanked the Goddess, for your sleep had been peaceful and nightmare-less.

Pulling your hair up into a haphazard bun, you got to work on making your morning coffee. The smell of the beans wafted throughout the kitchen and your plate of toast and jam clicked against the table as you sat down to enjoy your breakfast.

Your fingers felt pruney after you finished washing the minimal dishes you had had in the sink after your breakfast and the couch cushions caressed your bottom as you enjoyed the already late morning.

The chime of your phone signaling you had gotten a text message brought you out of your mid after noon nap.

Jungkook : Hello, I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing? Any nightmares or issues today?

A small smile crept over your face as you read the message, your thumbs tapping away at the screen. It was sweet of him to check on you. For such an intimidating looking male, he truly acted like a sweetheart sometimes.

Y/n : Hey! I actually did sleep pretty amazing if I say so myself. I’ve gotten to enjoy my day off.

Jungkook : Thats great (: Do you work tomorrow?

Y/n : I do, I go in at 9. Did you work today?

Jungkook : I did a little bit of delegating at the office but nothing serious. Maybe I’ll stop by Lennons tomorrow, I’m sure Jimin will want a drink after work.

Y/n : Ooooh fun fun. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow then.

Jungkook : Enjoy the rest of your day y/n and remember if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to text or call.

Texting a quick thank you, you sat up and tossed your phone onto the cushions next to you. The light of your room illuminated the space as you corralled any dirty clothing that had needed to be washed. You had been fortunate that your apartment had a washer/dryer combo in the unit.

A stream of lavender scented fabric softener entered the small space marked ‘softener’. With a gentle push of your index finger against the start button, the machine started with a low hum and a short rotation.

The sizzle of your cut chicken breast cooking in the pan sounded throughout the kitchen as you got to work making a quick and filling salad. Lana Del Rey’s crooning vocals covering ‘season of the witch’ had you swaying to the beat.

You’ve got to pick up every stitch

Adding a pinch of paprika to your sizzling chicken, you watched as the spice sprinkled the poultry with a beautiful color.

Must be the season of the witch

A sharp pang resounded in your temples causing you to grip the kitchen counter between your outstretched hands. Your eyes shut tight as the pain radiated, making your head pound.

Visions of an old shed situated in a field of dying grass fluttered beneath your lashes. The silhouette of a woman running through the field was blurry but you could clearly make out her form. She looked terrified but suddenly came to a halt seemingly staring something or someone down. You could see her expression turning stone like before she smiled so radiantly you swore it was like the sun itself. Her hands shot out in front of her as a beam of blinding light was cast before you and suddenly the pain ceased and the vision was gone, your closed eyes only meeting darkness.

Your eyes slowly opened and you felt tears prickling the corners of your eyes. You’d hadn’t recognized the woman but there was something familiar in the way she smiled, a beautiful strength in her eyes.

Turning the knob on your stove before the chicken could burn, you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Questioning what just happened could be put on hold for later, for now you just wanted to eat. You had had enough questions and life changing realities lately and today was the first day that truly felt normal and you intended on keeping as much of that as you could.

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Shoveling mouthfuls of cinnamon toast crunch into your awaiting mouth, your thumb hovered over the screen of you cellphone as the device dinged, signaling a notification.

Hoboss Man: Hey y/n, I was wondering if you could come in earlier tonight? about an hour earlier. There’s going to be a live band tonight and they are sure to draw a big crowd so i need help pre-making mixes and making sure we are stocked up on the necessities.

Y/N: Of course! I’ll be there (:

Hoboss Man: TY TY TY Y/N!

You smiled as you set your bowl on the drying rack near the sink and made your way to your living area. A few episodes of Criminal Minds sounded really good right now.

Time passed by faster than you thought it would; with television episodes and texts from your best friends to keep you busy, you hurriedly jumped up from the couch realizing you had a little over an hour and a half before you needed to get to work.

You fluffy robe hugged your body as you got to work on blowdrying your hair. The lavender and argan oil in your styling products smelled divine as you pulled your now dry hair back and set to work on your makeup for the night.

Opting for a neutral soft smokey eye, you created a thin yet long wing with your liquid liner and coated your lashes in waterproof mascara before plopping a pair of lashes atop. A good amount of waterproof and anti-humidity setting spray later, you coated your lips in a honey colored lip gloss and popped them together to make sure they weren’t sticky.

Your eyes switched from the left to the right as you eyed the two outfits laid on on your bed. If it’s busy it might get too hot for velvet you thought as you nodded and placed the black velvet dress back on its hanger and into your closet.

Pulling the medium washed denim dad jeans over your legs, you fiddled at the button and watched as the black fishnets showed under the big holes situated on your thighs, shins and under your butt. The cropped black tank top ended just above your belly button and the lacing on the back pulling the top together was surprisingly easy to tie up, the black lace of your bralette showed under the back of the top but you didn’t care.

Short combat boots fit snugly over your socks and completed the outfit. Pulling an oversized denim jacket over your body, you threw your cellphone in your small crossbody bag and made sure to lock your door on your way out.

A crowd had already formed at the side of the building when you got there and you had to pull your phone out of your bag to tell Hobi to let you in.

“Y/n thank you once again for coming in early. How are you?? Jungkook kind of told me you were going through something and that you may need to talk to me.” Pulling away from the big hug he enveloped you in you smiled at the sunshine-like man.

“I’m okay, I just.. it feels like my life has truly been set upside down but i’m slowly coming to terms with the changes. I just hope tonight can be fun and busy so I won’t have to think about myself or my life or anything really.” Hoseok was tempted to ask if you were sure you didn’t want to talk about it but he didn’t want to push it, so with a small nod he led you behind the bar so you could set your stuff down.

Twenty minutes until the bar would start letting patrons in and you were standing there quite proud of yourselves. Between you and hobi, you had restocked all the domestics and IPA’s, made 3 bottles of simple syrup, various fruit syrups and additives you needed for mixed drinks, Pre-mix for margaritas and had the different types of ice ready for cocktails.

The crowd was being ushered in by the bouncers while you wiped down the top of the bar and Hoseok started placed various shaped glassware to your left in preparation of the ordered to come.

The dance floor was expanded to a bigger than usual size for tonight, some tables being taken to the back to make room. A mix of soft RnB and acoustic rock sounded over the speakers as the bands staff got to work setting up the stage.

Sienna enveloped you in the biggest hug when she came in for her shift and you smiled against her taller form. “HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?? I missed you. I was worried about you but Hobi said you just had some things to deal with back home.” After assuring her that you were in fact alright she pulled you in for another hug before going to her usual tables to take orders. It may have only been around 7pm on Friday but the place was busy as you watched Sienna, Katrina and Brenda flitter across from table to table. A busboy brought freshly washed glassware and placed them in rows behind you.

Nearing 10pm, the heat of the bodies packing the bar was getting to you, with a shrug of your shoulders, you draped your denim jacket over one of the dressing hooks. A cheer from the crowd was heard as the band started walking out onto the stage. The opening thumps of the drums followed by the strums of the bass set into a rhythm.

Shoving your bottle opener back into your back pocket, you placed the ice filled bucket of coronas onto the awaiting tray and smiled as Sienna sauntered off to deliver them.

Your head nodded to the music as you filled two glasses of whiskey and handed them over to the awaiting customer. Hobi emptied the tip jars into a larger container behind the counter and placed them back on the bar. One of the busboys was called over to help with the draft beer selection while you and hobi set to work of various mixed drinks and shots.

Wiping the sweat from your brow with the towel set over your shoulder you took a sip of your iced cold water bottle.

“Two frozen strawberry margaritas, one mojito and two lemon drops please” A brunette woman called out as she squeezed between the awaiting patrons. Nodding you accepted the cash from her outstretched hand and lined up your glassware by the two blenders. A squirt of strawberry syrup, a few frozen strawberries, some margarita mix and tequila was poured into each blender and you watched as the colored turned a delicious deep pinky red shade. Topping each glass with a few sliced strawberries you then got to work muddling the mint and sugar for the mojito. Placing each drink down in front of the brunette you handed her her change only for her to tell you to keep it as a tip. With a thank you, you got to work on your next big order.

At around one the band announced this would be their last song. You quite liked how busy the night had been and the band sounded amazing but all you wanted to do was get home and step into a steaming hot shower to rinse away all the sweat you felt stick onto your body.

The bass resounded off of the walls and you could feel it in your body as the band put their all into their last song. Hobi thanked the busboy for his earlier help as Sienna came behind the bar to take a sip of her lemonade. “That table over there, yeah the one with the older guy. They tipped me $200 just for two crawfords and a piña colada.” She pointed a bright orange manicured nail to the said table and you clapped your hands against hers. “FUCK YEAH!”.

The final hour was filled with last minute drink orders and Hobi got to work on cleaning up while you handed the last round of drinks to customers. You even met the band as they came to sit at the bar and ordered a few beers after their set.

Handing you a wad of cash, hobi smiled as he announced he would walk you home. The crisp air outside had you clutching your jacket to your frame and you thanked the redhead for walking you home. Bidding Hobi goodbye with a hug, you pulled out your keys from your handbag and headed into your apartment building.

Throwing the cash tips onto your dresser I’ll just count it tomorrow, you peeled off your clothing and practically jumped into the shower after putting your hair into a bun. The almost scalding water felt amazing against your skin as you worked your soap into a lather and rinsed away the grime and smell of smoke from the busy night.

Slipping your fuzzy sweater over your head, you tried your best to avoid it sticking to the moisturizer you had just patted into your face. The scent of patchouli wafted into your nose from the burning incense and your sheets felt like butter against your skin as you laid down.

but don’t forget y/n, through the darkness a simple flame can light the way.

Your alarm blared through the space of your bedroom and your eyes screwed shut as sunlight bled through your curtains. Your comforter felt so fluffy against your limbs as you scrolled through social media.

An hour was spent in bed before you finally decided to haul your body up and to your bathroom. Your morning skincare routine and cold water is what finally woke you up from your groggy state. The cool fabric of the sheet mask over your face felt invigorating as you set to work on making some toast and tomato salad.

With a drizzle of olive oil and a small squeeze of lime you set the prepared tomatoes next to your toast and ate your breakfast while a frantic namjoon chased jin around his room on your cellphone screen.

“y/n tell him to put my modem DOWN!!”. Namjoon stood with his hands on his hips as he huffed out air from his parted lips. “y/n, tell him that he needs to be packing, NOT PLAYING GAMES ALL DAY.” You shook your head as you truly couldn’t believe that in less than two weeks, they would need to be packed and fully ready for the trek to the city.

“Jin be nice and Namjoon, you need to help Jin with the packing.” You smiled as your teeth sunk into a crunchy bit of toast, the tart cherry tomatoes and lime juice coating your tongue.

With another huff, Namjoon put his hands up in a sign of defeat and plopped back down onto his desk chair while you listened to Jin go on about what would need to be done the next few days. Some days you truly loved how meticulous Jin was, but you knew it was exhausting at times having to listen to him drone on and on about how and what he needed and that’s what led you to giving the younger man a sympathy look.

You felt accomplished, you had swept and mopped and tidied up the living room all before your upcoming shift. The hot water from the quick body shower lined away any sweat that accumulated on your skin.

Running the curling iron over your hair, you set the soft curls with hairspray and some hair fragrance. Swaying your hips back and forth to the music coming from your speakers you got to work on your makeup. A bold and smokey cat eye accentuated your eye shape and the deep red lip tint that you wore gave your lips a tantalizing look.

The slick leather of your pants slipped over your legs and you tucked one side of your sheer black button up blouse into the waist, snapping them close with a pop of the button and a pull of the zipper. The strappy lace bra you wore underneath was visible through the material but you took it one step further as you unbuttoned the top three buttons to show off a good amount of the black scrappy undergarment, which had also shown a great amount of cleavage. “Eh it’s Saturday, might as well look good”. You thought and smirked as you spritzed a few sprays of your favorite fragrance. Dabbing a few drops of dragons blood oil behind your ears and on the middle of your neck to help ward off negativity.

With an inhale of the smokey resin oil gracing your skin, you pulled the laces of your chunky heeled boots and tied them tight. You stopped by your kitchen on the way out and paused to mutter words of manifestation.

Tonight would be great, negativity will be banished and danger will not be tolerated nor would it beat you.

The walk to Lennons was filled with crisp evening air and a few catcalls from passing men that you reciprocated with a roll of your eyes, for it was way too early for that.

A slip of your key and the bar was opened to you. Hoseok was dancing with a broom in his hand in the center of the open sitting area to what you recognized as a Justin Bieber track.

I get my peaches out in Georgia (oh, yeah, shit)

I get my weed from California (that’s that shit)

I took my chick up to the North, yeah (Badass Bitch)

“I get my light right from the source, yeah YEAH THATS IT.” Hoseok dropped the broom as your voice came out louder than the music he had been immersed in. With a chuckle you set your bag on a hook behind the bar counter. “Dude, you’re such a talented dancer.” Hoseok swept up the debris into the small dust pan and shot his head. “I was just messing around.” Pumping soap into your hand you lathered up your fingers. “Still, if that was just you messing around, I can only imagine how great you truly are. I saw how good you danced with Sienna that night.” The mention of Sienna made his cheeks redden and a soft chuckle to escape his lips causing you to smile with a knowing look in your eyes.

Tonight there would be a DJ serving as the main entertainment for the later hours of the night so if last night had been any indication of how busy it would be you knew you and Hoseok had to get your asses in gear with the prep.

The busboys helped get all the glassware clean and ready and one even helped you align the ingredients for your most popular drinks like margaritas and but Hawaiians.

Guests started walking through the doors slowly but surely around 9 but by 10pm the DJ was setting up and throngs of people filled the space on the dance floor and nearby tables were already being crowded. Orders kept coming in and you thanked the Goddess that Lennons had an amazing air conditioner system.

Hobi sent you on a little lunch break after Sienna got back with some burgers and much needed crispy fries from the restaurant nearby with the words of “GET YOUR ASS SOME FOOD, YOU’LL NEED IT TONIGHT”. Puckering your lips against your beautiful coworkers cheek you thanked her as she placed your bagged order in your hands and practically ran to the back office to scarf down your food as you didn’t want to waste more time than you needed.

Taehyung served as your entertainment while you facetimed him and ate. He gave you insight as to when Jin and Namjoon would possibly be in your city and you chuckled around your burger as he quipped about how Jin truly acted like Namjoons spouse when they argued like an old married couple.

The cheese tasted like heaven on your tongue as you relished the last few bits of your greasy meal. Bidding Taehyung goodbye you cleaned up your mess and shoved your phone in your pocket, accidentally missing the ding signaling a text from Jungkook with the noise of the bustling bar.

As you rounded the corner behind the bar, Hoseok placed an order of martinis and a strawberry daiquiri on the counter and shoved the cash payment in the register, with a thumbs up he quickly ran to the back with his own bag of delicious greasy food.

Glancing at the customers that were sipping on their last dregs on whatever drink was in their glass you got to work on the patrons that seemed to be new and hoped they were easy orders. A busboy by the name of Trent helped you with any glass bottle beer orders and you made a mental note to remind him to take his share of the tips at the end of the night as he had been an immense help while Hoseok enjoy his food.

Flipping the shaker upside-down you strained the cucumber martini mixture into a glass and plopped a sliver of the green vegetable over the rim. A quick rinse and the shaker had been cleaned and ready for your order of royal fuck shots. A cheer resounded as the DJ called out to the crowd that the show was about to begin.

The opening lines of Girls in the Hood sounded over the speakers and you wiggled your hips along to the remixed beat as you ran from customer to customer.

“Four mango mojitos and a round of blue kamikazes please” A man you swore you recognized called out over the music and you took out outstretched $50 bills into the palm of your hand.

Drizzling the blue curaçao into your shaker you lined up your shot glasses with our other hand as you got to work shaking the mixture. The mango margaritas had already been handed to the gentleman and your row of 6 shots was pushed forward towards him as you watched him take the change you had given him and shove it into one of the tip jars.

Hoseok came and joined you as you filled another order and you sighed in relief to have your partner back. The three of you settled into a quick rhythm and you were actually able to sip your water and relax on occasion.

Awhile later a flash of familiar finger tattoos blocked your vision as you set down a mango mango tai and you felt your insides ablaze knowing who the inked hand belonged to.

Your eyes quickly darted up to Jungkooks face and you couldn’t help the smile that graced your lips. “Two old fashions” The black haired man called out and you nodded your head. Setting two rocks cubes into the short glasses you poured top shelf bourbon into each glass, watching as the amber liquid glinted from the bart top lighting.

Handing you a credit card he signaled to keep it open and before you could say anything else Hobi had engaged in a conversation with him.

It was nearing 1am and the dance floor was packed with writhing bodies as the heavy bass thrummed against your chest and the vibrations were felt against each glass you set down. The lights were turned to a mixture of red and pink and gave off a very sensual look.

“You should go dance with him y/n” You had been wiping down your shakers and bottle openers when Hobi’s voice was heard close by. “hmm? who?” for a second you truly didn’t know what or who the red head was talking about. “Don’t play dumb y/n, he’s been staring at you ever since he got here”. With a sway of his hand he signaled towards the man who set your insides aflame.

“But it’s a busy night an-“ You were quickly cut off “No no, Trent and I have the bar covered and we’re abut to close up soon so just go enjoy yourself a little, you need it.” You chewed your lip before finally placing your tools down and poured yourself a tequila shot, flipping Hoseok off at him chuckling at your need for liquid courage.

You patted your partners shoulder and quickly glanced at the crowded but maintained bar as you le your feet take you to the VIP table that Jungkook had been lounging at. His amber eyes shot up sensing your presence and a soft chuckle was heard from who you recognized as Jimin.

“Hey.” An awkward smile graced your lips as you instantly regretted listening to Hoseok but before you could make an excuse for your visit to the table or make your way back, Jungkooks melodious voice called out. “Hey, have a seat. I didn’t want to bother you while you were working earlier but i’m glad Hobi hyung let you come over and have a break.” Flashing his eyes towards the bar you shook your head at the little smirk Hoseok threw your way and you instantly knew they had both cooked this “little break” up and were most likely talking about it earlier.

Scooting over on the plush seating, you situated yourself on the edge near Jungkook. Katrina made her way over in an attempted saunter of her hips and you rolled your eyes Of course she has this table.

“Did you gentleman need anything else? Y/n aren’t you supposed to be working?” Her lips may have been smiling but her words were laced with sarcasm. To your surprise it wasn’t you nor Jungkook who answered, but Jimin. “She’s allowed a break and we asked her to come over to our table, but that’s hardly your concern. If you can get us two more old fashions and whatever y/n wants, Thanks.” His light grey eyes twinkled as they formed into cresent moons with his smile and the giggle you gulped down was extremely hard to hide.

“Mojito please and a bottle of water.” With a slight stomp that was reminiscent of a child having a tantrum, Katrina worked her way to the bar.

You had been in a conversation with Jerrod and Jimin when you felt your body sway to the music.

Jungkook had noticed your hips sway and he couldn’t help but down his drink needing to see you move more freely and not constrained by the seating. “Would you like to dance?” A deep voice was heard against the shell of your ear and you bit your lip with a nod. Scooting off of your seat you took a few big gulps of your refreshing mojito and took the outstretched palm into yours that was leading to the packed dance floor.

Your hips swayed to the beat and Jungkook’s palm found the back of your hips, pulling you in close.

You’re such a fucking hoe, I love it

Curling your fingers around his neck you felt the silk of his black collared shirt beneath your fingertips. He had been so close you swore you could feel his breath against your forehead as you looked down at your bodies grinding against one another.

You know you like it more, I love it

Turning your body around you swayed your hips and ass against his front and smiled as his hands practically dragged you closer to him with a hard grip around your hips. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, your hair swung and you reached behind you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

Closing your eyes you let your body dance to the beat and match the rhythm of the changed song.

The feel of another pair of hands around your waist caused your eyes to shoot open and glance at the person intruding your space.

Eyes meeting ice grey ones you felt yourself calming down a little bit and you cocked your eyebrow at him as he leaned in towards Jungkook before you could question what he was doing.

“Did you feel the presence? Don’t look now but near the alcove on the lefthand side” Jimin’s soft voice became hard as he spoke to the man behind you. Jungkook’s hands stayed planted on your hips and his lips came closer to your ear. “If it’s okay with you, Jimin and I are going to stay in this position with you. Don’t get scared okay? We’ve got you” With a confused nod your eyes tried to find whom Jimin had been talking about but his body literally blocked you from seeing anything.

Closing your eyes once again you focused on the feeling and aura’s of people in the bar, lust and happiness had heavily penetrated the air but a second later you felt it, something dark and cold void of anything but malice was felt further away and your body visibly shivered.

“Hey hey, relax” Jimin rubbed circles over your round cheek and his touch was soothing almost like the coolest of water streams was grazing your cheek and you briefly wondered if he had been a water conjurer.

A quick text from Jungkooks phone was sent to someone and before you knew it you were being dragged out of the bar by both men.

Turning a corner you felt the same dark presence following you as you three made your way to a nearby playground. Both men had their arms around your body, one around your shoulders and the other around your waist as you made your way onto the grass.

You could feel a shied of sorts similar to when the ice conjurer had attacked you envelop the playground.

“I was simply going out for a little drink but it seems I’v gotten something better.” A deep voice caused you to whip around and face the man that had emitted the malicious presence.

Dark eyes void of anything but cruelty looked into yours and a wide and wicked smile spread across his face. A taller body suddenly blocked your vision of the man and you were pulled against another body from the back.

“What do you want?” Jungkook barked out as the man took a step closer. “A taste of the girl of course, my oh my what an interested specimen! She feels like the darkness but smells like all the good in the world. Girlie dark magic isn’t something you just come by, tell me, where did you get it? Did you offer up a sacrifice? Natural born are not something that is known and our community is well aware of anybody with power. Who are you hmm?” A chuckle escaped his lips s he stepped even closer. “Now now don’t shield her, she feels divine. I suggest you move boy, before I make you.”

The lights from the area all went out shrouding the plagued in darkness and the air became chilling as her advanced on your trio. A tsk was heard as the men with you did not budge at his threat.

Tendrils of smoke curled around your bodies and you could feel something trying to crawl its way out of your own body. Clenching your eyes shut you curled your fists and stabbed at the flesh of your palms with your nails willing it to go away.

The feel of heat licking at your skin caused your eyes to snap open and a literal ring of fire was cast around you three, causing the tendrils to flick back towards their owner.

A nod from Jungkook to Jimin made the two men advance on the intruder. Flames engulfed Jungkook’s forearms and feet as his eyes blazed a bright amber. “A fire conjurer? ooooh i must admit I knew you were a magic holder but I guess I was too caught up in the feel of her presence to sense you. Nevertheless, I’ll eliminate you either way. A wicked glint of teeth shined against the darkness surrounding him.

Obsidian shards pierced up from the ground near Jungkook causing him to leap away and tumble towards the swinger to your right. Predicting where Jungkook would leap to, the man sent an orb resembling a blackhole towards him and Jungkook barely escaped with a front roll. Countering the attack Junkook sent a row of flames towards the intruder and one licked at the mans legs causing him to growl out.

This seemed to anger the man and suddenly his hands and neck were covered in inky black veins, his scleras tuning pitch black. A wall of obsidian shards was sent towards Jungkook who put up a shield of fire but obsidian doesn’t burn its ordinary flame and he was hit by two to his left arm. A hiss leaving him as the shards pierced against his skin.

A teleportation ward was cast and within a blink of an eye the man was closer to Jungkook, his arms shot out and inky black smoke out out from the veins around his hands, hitting jungkook on the left side of his torso and wrapping around his body.

The tendrils squeezed at his body causing him to choke out. You needed to do something and you could feel your body shake. Your veins throb and you could feel your vision blur. A call of your name caused your eyes to snap back towards Jungkooks kneeling figure who had a smile on his face.

Whipping your head around you followed Jungkook’s eyes. Jimin swung his wrist around and a long spear of ice was conjured into the palm of his hand. With a heavy throw, the spear was launched towards Jungkooks attacker. With a quick backwards glance the man narrowly escaped the piercing of the spear, but not without an injury. The blade dug into the flesh of his thigh and struck the ground causing him to be stuck in his spot. With a push of his arms Jungkook’s fingertips turned black and the flame singed against the attackers torso.

With a piercing scream he thrust his body backwards away from Jungkook and ripped his leg from the spear. Another teleportation ward was thrown and his body flashed away from both men. The shrillest of laughs was heard and his body was thrown into a fit of what seemed to be giggling. Claws seemed to form on his right hand as he thrust his fingers into the open wounds and singed flesh Jungkook had attacked him with. Black blood pooled around his hand as he brought his fingers to his face and licked at them.

With a flick of his wrist droplets of blood were sent towards Jimin and shadowed figures sprouted from the ground. Armed with a Sword of ice, Jimin sliced the blade in the air and fought off his attackers that seemed to be taking on a solid form.

The mans calf seemed to almost regenerate itself as an inky red liquid was poured over it. Jungkook stood as his eyes burned red. “You can cast forbidden black flame, you won’t be so easy to kill I see and a dual wielder to top it all off? It seems I underestimated things.” You snapped your head towards Jimin Dual wielder? Sure enough with his other hand Jimin had conjured orbs of water that he had launched toward the shadowy bodies. The orbs seemed to hold each of their bodies in almost a bubble as his sword swung and sliced their heads off.

Whipping your head back to Jungkook, the two engaged in a physical fight, two obsidian daggers clenched in the hands of the dark magic holder and a sword of black flame in Jungkooks right hand.

A clash of what sounded like metal was heard as they attacked and advanced upon the other. The smoke surrounding the man was trust towards Jungkook but his flame burned through the darkness. The smell of blood and signed flesh was pungent and you skin itched and the want to engage in the fight but you were so scared of losing yourself like last time, you needed more practice.

The sound of bone cracking was head as Jungkooks flame fight collided into the side of the mans and a piecing howl curse from his lips. Thowing his body over Jungkooks, the man wrapped his hand around Jungkooks throat and muttered a chant as smoke filled Jungkooks lungs and black veins sprouted over over face. The mans face was partially caved in and blood was matted against his skin as the flames had cauterized most of the wounds upon contact. Jungkook could feel his skin crawling as fear took over his form and caused him to almost be physically paralyzed and unable to move. The true power of a holder of dark magic was felt then and there and it scared him to no end.

Running towards his body, you were stopped by a large wall of clear ice seemingly blocking you in makeshift cage. Screaming out at Jimin you saw his form run over to Jungkook before tendrils grabbed at his ankles and he was taken down. Shadow creatures crowded over his body as he tried to fight them off.

Claws broke skin against Jungkook’s throat and he felt himself grow faint. Before he could close his eyes a scream that sounded like his mothers voice but he later realized to be you screaming at Jimin resounded in his ears. Clenching his fists he brought his knees up towards his chest and launched both of his feet towards the man causing him to go backwards. The man’s claws tore at Jungkooks skin as the were forced away from his throat.

Tendrils shot out from all directions and surrounded Jungkook causing you to lose sight of what exactly was going on next to the jungle gym slide jungkook had been lying near. A gruff scream caused panic to flood your chest and you thrust your hands against the crystal clear ice wall causing your dark tendrils to shatter the ice as the wall crumbled down around you.

Running into the darkness you prayed to the Goddess that both Jungkook and Jimin would be safe. Your nails turned into black claws slicing into the skin of your palm as you clenched your fists tightly. Vision clearing as your eyes adjusted to the thick charcoal smoke and you were ready to attack. Before you could launch yourself forward, your eyes rounded at the sight before you. Jungkook had a back flame covered hand thrust into the mans torso and Jimin sliced at his neck with an ice dagger promptly decapitating him.

The ice froze any blood from being able to spurt anywhere and Jungkook’s flame had cauterized the wound just leaving behind a sizable hole. Tendrils and shadows dissipated into the ground and the light from the moon lit the area once again.

“We have to go y/n.” Jungkooks hand curled around your wrist as the mans body slumped backwards. Jimin muttered words over his body and before your eyes it disappeared along with his head. A wave of Jungkooks hand caused the shield to drop and with it all the disarray fixed itself and seemingly went back to normal as if the fight had never happened.

Both men walked with you to your apartment but you had been in too much shock to even realize where you were going until you stood in front of your apartment door. Thanking your stars that you had placed your keys in your pockets that night you fished them out and unlocked the front door with shakes hands and it wasn’t until then that you realized your palms had been bloody.

With a wave of your hand, both men followed you into your home and Jungkook locked the door behind you three, murmuring an enchantment in the process.

“Wha..what the fuck just happened tonight?!” You questioned as your body shook and the sight of the headless man clouded your vision. You were scared but oddly enough satisfied and that scared you. Advancing to your shaking form Jungkook placed his hands on your shoulders. “Hey just breath okay? He’s gone and can’t hurt you”. The man in front of you trailed his eyes downwards as he caught a glimpse of your bloodied palms. Jimin happened to notice around the same time as well, his soft voice cutting into the silence that followed “Do you happen to have a first aid kit or perhaps some herbs around?”.

You caught sight of the dirty blonde flittering around the kitchen as Jungkook led you to the sink, a sharp sting following as the cold water made contact with your gashes. Your eyes watched as the crimson water flowed down the sink drain and soon the liquid turned a light pink as most of the blood had stopped surfacing long enough for Jungkook to press a damp washcloth onto both of your palms and press down, the pressure causing your eyes to shut tight with a slight wince.

A tin of the healing poultice you had made was fished from your fridge by Jimin and Jungkook uncovered one of your hands as the slightly shorter gentleman smeared an apple amount onto your left palm, the cold, thick and gel like texture felt soothing against your open skin before a thick wrap of gauze and bandage wrapping was tied around your hand. The process was repeated onto your right palm and a glass of water was presented in front of your lips by Jungkook. “Drink this and then we’ll talk, alright?”. With a slight nod you leaned forward and the rim of the glass was highly brought to your lips, a gently nudge forward caused the liquid to stream down into your mouth with each gulp you took. The cool water felt amazing against the walls of your throat as the screaming from tonight took a toll on your vocal cords.

When you finished your glass of water, hands wrapped around your wrists and brought you to your couch. Your body slumped against the plush cushions and Jimin wrapped the throw that had been hanging off of your seating around your form. Jungkook sighed at the way you three had looked, him and Jimin a lot worse for wear than you physically but emotionally he knew you were once again going through an immense amount of thinking and hardships.

Your eyes had snapped upwards to both men in front of you and it was then that you noticed the blood trailing from Jungkooks open gashes on his throat and his torso which had seemed to be leaking blood into the fabric of his shirt. Jimin has scratches and cuts all over his exposed arms, a few near his neck and a deeper cut her his left collarbone. “You guys need to wash up and we need to treat your wounds before any talking gets done! My palms were nothing compared to the shape you’re both in currently!.

Hands curling around both of their wrists you bit down on your bottom lip to keep your wince at bay but kept on walking them towards your bathroom. “Wash up while I prepare some clothing and items to treat your wounds! I won’t take no for an answer now get to it!” Your voice was strong despite your still fogged brain as you knew no good would come from the guys practically bleeding out onto your wooden floors Okay maybe that was a little overboard but still you thought as you practically shoved the men into your bathroom and shut the door closed before they could protest.

Leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door you shut your eyes for a moment and felt the drag of a large inhale fill your lungs as you heard the water turn on. Now was no time to cry, you knew you needed to get your shit together and be strong, not only to help the guys who helped you but for yourself. You owed it to yourself to be the strong capable person you were and you’d be damned if a psychopath wielder of dark magic would get into your mind!

With a push from the wall behind you by your left foot, you began to get any article of clothing that you had from your best friends together that would hopefully fit the men and folded them into a neat little stack. Eyes closed shut you gently open the door by turning the knob and slid your arm into the small gap you had made to lay the clothing onto where you thought the sink was.

A lights chuckle was heard and you felt the clothes being lifted from your palm causing you to squeak and push the door shut. “It’s fine y/n, I’m still dressed with Jungkook showers.” Jimin’s melodic voice was heard through the bathroom door and you nodded your head despite knowing he couldn’t even see you. “I hope those fit, they might be a little wonky in some areas but they should do, I’ll be in the kitchen when you both are done.” You called out as you rummaged through your cabinets and drawers fishing out some herbs for tea and mugs. You thanked the stars that the poultice and first aid kit had still been out on the counter from merely minutes ago.

You were stirring the steering liquid into three mugs when the sound of the bathroom door opening was heard and footsteps made their way towards you. Once again your eyes met the sight of a half naked Jungkook as he clutched a t shirt in his hands.

With a sheepish glance towards you he opened his mouth to defend why he had been half naked. “I didn’t want to get blood on the shirt before treating my wounds.” Y/n stop staring and realize that this man literally has rivets of blood pooling around the wounds on his neck and a trail has been streaming down his torso. STOP LOOKING AT THE ABS AND WHERE EXACTLY THAT BLOOD IS TRAILING TO.

With a nod of your head you motioned him over with your palm and began gently spreading poultice onto the gash along his torso thanking the Goddess it had been a shallow wound while he held a damp washcloth to his neck.

The wounds on his neck were much deeper and his skin was torn from each claw in a terrible manner. Your brows furrowed as you concentrated on slathering a good amount onto each gash made by claws, Jungkook gripped at the counter behind you as he winced from the pain.

Finishing each wrap of glaze closed with a pin you watched as he pulled the shirt over his head with a wince and you found yourself helping him pull the material down his torso.

A moment passed as you both just stared at each other seemingly trying to ask if the other was okay as Jimin came strolling into the kitchen. Stepping away from Jungkook you took in Jimins cuts and scratches.

There were only two that seemed to still be bleeding and deeper than the others, the first on his left forearm going towards his wrist and the other on his left collarbone going in a crooked line towards his neck.

Slathering your fingers with the ointment you trailed them over each wound, paying special attention to the deeper wounds. Jimin held the collar of the shirt down as you reached up to spread the poultice over the slightly bleeding wound. A shiver racked his body as he felt the cool poultice touch his warm neck. Helping him wrap the deeper wounds you then cleaned up the area with their help.

With a mug of warm tea you each made your way towards your couch and you found yourself sitting between each man. You felt safe despite everything that had just transpired.

“Ready to talk?” It wasn’t either of the mans voices that spoke up, but yours and that shocked them both but the fire in your eyes showed strength as you brought your knees to your chest.

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Thank you so much to those who waited for this chapter and to those who just started reading this series! I hope you enjoyed and ily.

-Potitties

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So so so beautifully written and I believe it sends a wonderful message <33

title track: i’ll make those insecurities disappear

i. hyunjin x thicker reader

ii. mentions of past fwb, talks of insecurities, mentions of sex, very suggestive so minors dni

iii. if you like this please leave a comment or reblog to show your support <3

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to sex?”

You felt your body freeze as Hyunjin placed the card onto the discard pile. Your eyes flickered between the deck and your drink, seriously, seriously, considering just drinking the liquid in your glass and not answering. But this was Hyunjin, your closest friend—your best friend even, and you knew he wouldn’t judge you. However, at the same time, you weren’t sure you should even be having this discussion with him, game or not.

‘That’s what it was, just a game. A stupid game but still a game nonetheless.’

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happy trans visibility day 💘autism awareness month! please help me, a trans nonbinary autistic black gay fix their car so i can runaway from my abusive family

march 31

hi friends, my names bonne, i’m a 24 year old black, autistic, nonbinary gay who needs help getting away from my toxic and abusive family members to get to safer housing for me and my pup.

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aside from that, i need help repairing my car so that i can get away from a toxic family member who has attempted multiple times to physically harm me and constantly abuses me verbally. so far, almost all the funds in my puypol pool have been put towards my car in the shop, and they said i would need roughly $700 more to fix it to where it would run good as new. i am currently talking with a family friend who is willing to let me rent a room, but they will be charging me a $350 rent as well as $100 upfront for bills for the rest of my stay with them.

i have lived in constant fear and anxiety since july of 2021 and want nothing more than for this nightmare to end. i am not safe, i am unwanted where i am and the people that do care about me live states away where i cannot reach them unless my car is fixed. i have a job and work as often as i can, but due to my current health issues and car problems i am unable to work full time or find a second job. all of my paycheck goes to bills, current rent, and supplies to take care of my pup. please, if you have read this far thank you. and to everyone who has sent me funds, i cannot have more love or appreciation in my heart for you.

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Hi! Are you not continuing with the sejun fic? Is one of the best smuts I have ever read 😩 I would love to see what else you can come up with and I really liked your writing style 💘

Hi, hi! I will def continue it! I’ve just been extremely busy this passed year and I’m trying to get my life together. I have pieces of my sejun fic as well as seance season already written. It’s just about putting the pieces together and finishing the chapters. Thank you so much for your kind words! I will hopefully be getting the chapters out before this summer🖤

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Preview, Seance Season ch 3

You’ve got to pick up every stitch

Adding a pinch of paprika to your sizzling chicken, you watched as the spice sprinkled the poultry with a beautiful color.

Must be the season of the witch

A sharp pang resounded in your temples causing you to grip the kitchen counter between your outstretched hands. Your eyes shut tight as the pain radiated, making your head pound.

#jungkook #@jungkook x reader #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #jungkook smut

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Literally EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS WORK OF ART IS PERFECT✨. I absolutely love how demon Yoongi just felt so human. From the way he flirted with the reader to his overall charm and demeanor. For anybody who can’t read fics that are particular spooky or “scary” I definitely recommend this lovely read.

Also side note but the way I was picturing the town was as if it was Salem from Hocus Pocus.

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS SO MUCHO 🖤

the dark. (m) myg.

‘So don’t swear to God, he’s never asked you’

pairing. demon!yoongi x reader genre. smut word count. 18k summary. your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors? warnings. some mentions of religion/demonic stuff, smut, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, stomach bulging, cum stuffing, slight praise, crying lol author’s note. this is part of the Nightmare On Tumblr.com collab with @underthejoon @hobidreams @junghelioseok @jungkxook @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster ! please go check out everyone’s story and give this fic some love. i loved picturing yoongi as a cheeky and flirty demon, don’t worry it’s not meant to be dark and spooky (just a little) it’s pretty light hearted imo. i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it. (this wasn’t meant to be this fking long so considering i wanted it to be a pwp….oops) I also made a playlist for the club here! HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN MONSTER FUCKERS🖤

If there was one thing your town did right, it was Fall, more specifically Halloween and all things spooky. The second the weather dropped, the foggy mornings lingering longer as the first touch of fall fell over, all of the decorations came pouring out of shops and onto porches. The typical pumpkins littered the sidewalks, scarecrows picketed up on front lawns, cornucopias painted on windows, every inch of your small town was covered in hues of orange and red to welcome the festivities.

Beyond the cutesy decorations were your favorite parts of it all. The origin of it was a little unsure, not exactly certain where the stories sprouted from, how they were twisted around to make the array of urban legends that allowed your town to thrive, but you loved it. You never fully believed them, bought into the idea of vampires, werewolves, and demons walking among you, but it was exciting to play along.

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Oh hi. After months of no new content, Seance Season is finally being worked on 🥺🖤🖤

#jungkook x reader #btsfic #fanfic #btssmut #jeon jungkook x reader

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Arrangements Chp, 2

Title: Arrangements. Chapter Title: A tumble in his bed.

Pairing: Lim Sejun x Reader. Mentions of Choi Byungchan and non romantic mentions of Do Hanse, Heo Chan, Kang Seungsik, Han Seungwoo and Jun Subin as well as OC’s.

All photo, music and other rightful credits belong to their rightful owners.

Summary: He was the aggravating fuckboy roommate of your best friends but maybe that’s what caused you to agree to such an arrangement. But will the arrangement work out? Between mutual friends, his other hookups and a certain romantic interest on your part, this could all be trouble.

Words: 6,500

Rating: M, there’s smutty smut in this chapter so avert your eyeballs. Jk, well unless you want to skip the smut which by all means.

Genre for this Chapter: College! au, Angst.

I don’t have a Beta so please excuse all grammatical errors as I try to correct them as I proof read but I do miss quite a few :c

Tags/Warnings: Drinking, Mentions of sexual scenarios, mentions of possible drug use (a roofie), Mentions of someone possibly wanting to take advantage of someone (While Nothing happens I need to put this as a warning as it can trigger some past experiences readers have had). Fighting, Bruising and blood, fingering (f receiving), slight cum eating, unprotected sex (wrap it up), light choking, pussy slapping O: , some dirty talk, creampie.

Fic Inspired playlist:

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad @rose-sereniteeth @for-his-dream-xciii

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Hands clutching your cool glass of water as you brought the water beaded rim to your lips, it was suddenly snatched from your hands by an upset looking Sejun. Holding the glass in his hands, Sejun turned towards the Wide Receiver that donned a shock expression on his handsome face and Hanse came from behind Sejun side to wrap a protective arm around your shoulders.

“You look like you could use some water, take a drink” the stern words leaving Sejuns mouth caused you to furrow your eyebrows. “Um excuse me? that’s my gla- mmhf” Your voice was cut of by the fingers and palm of one of Hanses hands as he softly ‘shh’d’ you.

“Bro, i’m not sure what you’re getting at but you all just interrupted my time with this pretty lady” Liam countered, reaching out to run his fingers down your arm that had been leaning on the counter. The movement caused Hanse to pull you further away from the man and you audibly ‘humphed’ annoyed by your best friend seemingly cock-blocking you.

“The fuck man! get your own girl to talk talk to!” Liams hand was clutched in Sejun’s empty silver ring clad hand as he reached out towards you again. “Don’t touch her! I know what you did” Hanse raised his voice as he clutched you protectively and your eyebrow rose in shock at the long haired man raising his voice in such an upset manner.

Roughly pulling his hand out of Sejun’s grip Liam scoffed. “What did I do exactly?” with a smirk on his lips the footballer continued “From what I saw, your friend here was enjoying my company so scurry along”. Gesturing towards the archway of the kitchen Liam once again reached towards you and to your surprise, Sejun stepped in front of you placing his empty palm of the chest of man in front of him and shoved him backwards a step or two.

The movement caused the Wide Receiver to lunge at Sejun and the glass that had been clutched in Sejuns other hand was placed on the counter as he braced the impact of the slightly taller man. Dodging a left jab, Sejun countered with another harsh shove that caused the man to stumble backwards as his back hit the counter topped with chips near the archway of the kitchen. Pulling himself up, Liam was caught off guard by Sejun landing a solid knee to his chest.

The fight was garnering the attention of nearby partygoers and like school children, shouts of ‘fight fight fight’ and ‘fuck him up’ were heard through the small crowd of people getting closer.

Launching his body at Sejun, Liam landed a left jab to Sejuns eyebrow and caused the skin to rip open at the arch. You had been trying to pull your body from Hanses as the fight got worse than just a shoving match but Hanse had a solid grip of both of his arms around your body and your side pinned against the counter.

With a harsh sounding jab-cross from Sejuns left and right fists, Liam was sent backwards again. Before either man could land another blow, the crowd that had now doubled in size parted slightly as Heo Chan and who you knew as Seungwoo followed by Byungchan burst through the archway. The first two men wrapped their arms around either one of Liams and Byungchan stepped in front of the Grey haired man.

What looked like the rest of the frat starts doing damage control as they tried their best to ‘herd’ the tipsy partygoers away from the scene with ‘BODY SHOTS!’ on the Sorority next doors members.

“The fuck is going on?!” Seungwoo raised his voice and Liam shrugged, a ‘this guy fucking started it man’ leaving his lips and he try to launch himself yet again at the bored looking Sejun. Hanse had stepped a foot away from the counter he had you practically pinned against and you used the opportunity to push against his body with your left elbow knowing he’d release you. You had won every wrestling match the two of you had over the last mini bag of hot cheetos and you knew the only reason he had such a good hold on you while the fight was happening was because your body had been anchored against the hard counter.

As your body pulled away from Hanses grip, Sejun spoke up with a serious tone in his voice. “He tried to Roofie her, Hanse saw it.” Liams eyes went wide and he stopped his movements in trying to launch at the man in front of him. “I..No he’s fucking crazy, We were just talking and he came in swinging!” Liam shouted and Chan looked towards Seungwoo as Sejun addressed his earlier question.

“Sejuns right, he dropped a white pill in y/ns water when she was getting something from the fridge. I seriously doubt she knew what he was doing.” Liams head shook as he denied the accusation from Hanse. “He probably has more in his pockets” Sejun suggested and gestured with a jut of his chin towards Chan who’s arm was still wrapped around the man he had been fighting.

Pulling Liams plaid shirt away from his white t shirt underneath, Chan reached in as Seungwoo held Liam still and pulled a small transparent bag from the man in questions inside breast pocket. As Sejun suggested, inside the bag was two small white circular pills.

Looking down at the glass to your right that you had almost drank, you felt your stomach drop at what could have happened had your best friend and Sejun not stopped it.

“Whatever man! She wanted it! I was just helping her get comfortable! Come on, you know how girls ar-“ Before he could continue your two best friends and Sejun launched themselves at him and the two men that had been holding him pulled away disgusted by his words.

No punches could be landed as you rushed forwards and shouted “STOP” as the three men in front of you turned around seemingly confused as to why you would stop them from giving Liam what he deserved.

“y/n he wa-“ Cutting Hanse off you stepped in front of Liam and pulled your first back before landing in on his jaw. The pain radiating in your hand let you know he’d need stitches or more. Launching your body on his you landed another punch this time to his cheek. “You fucking disgusting excuse for a human!” You shouted as you landed yet another hit his face before your body was being lifted off of his.

To say Liam was in shock when you hit him was an understatement, when you launched your body onto his trapping his hands under his own weight he had still been in shock but seeing your body pulled off of his and feeling the pain radiating from his face he pulled his right hand back and in a split second landed it heavily on your cheek in something closer to an open handed punch than a slap.

Liams body was hastily pulled away from his crouching position as Seungwoo held him up by his collar against the wall. “Piece of shit, get your ass out of this house. VTN house members have never and WILL never drug anyone or harm a woman in any way. As much as I’d love to have her further kick your disgusting ass or hell I’d love to give you what you deserve, I don’t think any of us need a case. I will be letting couch James know about what happened as well as the schools President. I can guarantee your expulsion, now you have five fucking minutes to leave out that door before I rethink the possibility of catching a case.”

Releasing Liam from his hold, you all watched as Liam hobbled his way out of the kitchen and through the still there partygoers towards the front door clutching his face with a string of curses leaving his swollen and bloodied lips.

“y/n right? I’m so beyond sorry this happened. His actions were inexcusable and as the leader of this frat I assure you I will make sure justice is served and after the proper authorities are aware he will never set foot on campus grounds” With an upset tick in his jaw, Seungwoo looked you straight in the eyes with his chocolate brown ones and you knew he wouldn’t go back on what he said, you could feel his anger radiating off of his body in waves.

Nodding your head you accepted his apology that you insisted he didn’t need to make as it was not his fault. The arms that were still holding your body after pulling you off of Liam earlier loosened and you turned your body to face them. Byungchan and Sejun had both been holding you and before you could thank Sejun for what he had done, you were being pulled into a tight hold by Hanse and Byungchan, the latter apologizing for showing up to the scene late and both apologizing for not being there to prevent it from happening.

“I’m fine, I’m honestly just glad he tried to do this to me and not someone else who was here along without amazing friends to stop him. That piece of shit deserves to rot, I can’t help but think about how he probably has done this before and a woman out there went through that” With a shake of your head you felt Hanse burrow his head further into your shoulder.

“Lets get you home and cleaned up, there’s no way were letting you stay anywhere but at out apartment” Hanse said as your best friends pulled back and you swore you saw him rub at a tear in his eyes. Byungchan nodded in agreement at you staying over and you shook your head “I’ll stay but Byunnie I need you to continue to spend time with Emi tonight, I don’t want you leaving her to go take care of me. You deserve to be happy” Your heart clenched a little as he shook his head no but as you steeled your gaze and hit his shoulder telling him to get his girl he finally nodded knowing you wouldn’t stay at the apartment if he didn’t comply with your wishes.

Emi had been standing in the crowd watching as everything happened, worry over the situation causing her face to frown. Seeing Byungchan pull you in for a hug she walked forward towards your bodies wanting to express her concern for you as well but she didn’t know how to word it. “y/n i..if you want to talk i’m here. I know we don’t really know each other but I saw what happened and I’m so sorry..” With her head downturned towards her pale yellow sneaker you placed your hand on her shoulder causing her to look up at you as you felt the genuine concern in her voice. “Hey, it’s okay. Nothing really happened and you don’t need to be sorry. I appreciate your offer but i think tonight i’m just going to go back and stay with Hanse. The night is still young! So enjoy time with Byungchan here okay?” you smiled and she nodded pulling you in for a slight hug which surprised you.

Pulling back, her and Byungchan walked you and Hanse to the front door. As you pulled the door open your body was encircled by a pair of arms you immediately recognized as Haleys. “What happened?! I was in the bathroom talking my roommate on how to work our new coffee pot and when I came back down I heard everyone talking about how Liam and Sejun were fighting and how you were in the middle and that Hanse had you in a chokehold!!” Laughing overtook your body at the second part and the seriousness in her voice, causing Haley to look at you like you were insane.

“Omg your cheek is swollen, y/n you have blood on the side of your lip! what the fuck?!” Pulling her arms away from you you shook your head. “I’ll tell you tomorrow okay? I just want to get out of here.”

“I’ll come with, I don’t want you alone” Leaning in to hug your friend you shook your head. “I won’t be alone, Hanse will be with me and no he didn’t have me in a chokehold. Please just stay and have fun okay? Chan is here and Byunnie is staying too. I’ll call you tomorrow” With a dejected look on her bronzed face, Haley nodded knowing how stubborn you were. With an I love you leaving her lips you bid your gorgeous friend goodbye and followed Hanse to his car.

Stepping out of the bathroom in one of Hanses plain white cotton crewneck t shirts and a too big pair of navy blue basketball shorts that you tied and folded over to fit properly, you headed to the couch that Hanse was already occupying in his pajamas.

Sitting next to him you let his left arm wrap around your shoulder and he browsed the Netflix comedy movies with the remote in his right hand. “Thank you” was all you uttered as he landed on 50 first dates knowing it would make you both smile. “I love you, don’t thank me. I’m just sorry I wasn’t with you earlier then this would have all never happened” Biting at his lip ring you knew your best friend was upset with himself and you shook your head adamantly. “Hanse, stop. You stopped Liam and were there for me when I couldn’t see what was happening. Thats all that matters” Pulling the blanket over your legs you saw him softly nod as his inky black hair bobbed slightly.

“Sese, you need to wake up and get in bed” your hands had been planted on Hanses shoulder, lightly shaking him. The movie had finished and he was snoring loudly with his neck bent slightly backwards propping him at what looked like an uncomfortable angle against the back of the couch.

“He had…co…cocococonut boobs on” Hanse mumbled about the movie in his sleep ridden state as you changed tactics, shaking him harder and flicking an ice cube at his forehead. With a jolt from the cold cube being flung against his warm forehead he sat up and opened his eyes to you standing in front of him with a glass of water in your left hand and your right settled on his shoulder.

“Why’s you do that? Sooooo cold” Pulling the blanket up to his shoulder he shivered exaggeratedly which earned a smile from you and a roll of your eyes. “I did what I had to do to wake you up so you could get to bed. Your ass was snoring hella loud and I think I see drool.”

Wiping at his mouth your best friend stood up, stretches his limbs as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulder and let out a loud yawn. Hugging you goodnight he headed to his bedroom and left you alone in the dim living room.

Scrolling though netflix you settled back against the couch cushions and clicked on the first episode of gossip girl to occupy your mind while you scrolled through instagram. Pictures of Byungchan with Emi loaded on his page and you softly sighed. You truly wanted him to be happy but it still stung and you knew it would for a little while longer.

Your thumb was scrolling upward as you mindlessly checked out posts from random people you followed when the sound of the front door being opened was heard. You knew it couldn’t have been Byungchan as he had just posted a picture of him and Emi on a couch that you assumed was Emi’s, their bodies entangled in an innocent looking cuddle. Preparing yourself for Sejun and one of his conquests to pass your form on the couch and moan the night away, you sighed deeply.

The sound of the fridge being opened was heard followed by the clinking of a glass against the countertop. Furrowing your brows you waited for the voice of a woman or possible giggle but the only sound you could hear was that of water filling a glass.

Your curiosity was piqued (by that you meant ‘your ass was nosy’) Standing up you grabbed your empty glass (so it looked like you had a reason for going to the kitchen) and walked your way to the kitchen.

Standing against the counter next to the fridge with a glass in his left hand and the pitcher of purified water in his right hand stood Sejun, his gaze snapping up towards your form as you entered.

You hadn’t gotten to thank him for doing what he did earlier and as you took in his slightly bruising cheek, his bottom lip that had been swollen and his split eyebrow that had already started healing your eyes went wide. You had seen the fight but hadn’t gotten a really good look at the grey haired mans face and the damage that Liam had done.

“I..thank you, I’m sorry” you mumbled softly as you stepped closer to the sink and placed your glass inside of the metal basin. “Why are you apologizing? You weren’t the one who hit me.” Your jaw clenched and you turned your body to face him. “You were hit because of ME! so let me apologize. If you hadn’t gotten involved you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”

Shaking his head he lightly laughed and sent you a dazzling dimpled smile. “I’m fine, I got into the fight on my own and I would do it again. I don’t like men who think it’s okay to violently lay a hand on women, even more so when that woman is one of my friends.” Your eyebrows shot up at his last statement. You hated half of his ‘sexcapades’ but him as a person hadn’t really don’t anything to make you fully hate him now that you thought about it. Sure he got on your nerves and had no tact, making you want to sometimes while that smirk he always donned off of his face. But you didn’t fully hate him. Friend was a bit of a stretch for you but frenemy you could maybe get behind.

“I don’t know if I would consider us friends. Maybe frenemies? or acquaintances?” You smirked and his upper lip curled up, his mouth soon resembling yours. “Fine frenemy world, makes me sound cooler anyways. Also, stop looking at me like I got the beatdown of my life, I literally didn’t even get hit that hard and Liam is worse off. I’ve been hit a-lot harder and my eyebrow is already healing. So stop worrying you pretty little head.” Huffing out a breath of air you turned to grab a wash cloth as he gestured to his eyebrow when he talked about it and as he finished what he was saying you dampened the cloth with cold water and maybe your way to stand in front of his still leaning form.

You had to admit from this close up he was significantly taller than you were. Clutching the cloth in your right hand you brought it up to his eyebrow and lightly patted in soft motions not wanting to rub and disrupt the scabbing wound.

Sejun watched your face as you worked on his eyebrow. “y/n you don’t have t-“ Your free hand came up to seal his mouth shut with your palm and you instantly regretted the action but didn’t want to pull away and show him how flustered you were by the press of his plump lips against the palm of your hand and his woodsy scent mixed with smelt like cashmere that invaded your senses as you inhaled.

Dabbing the still damp cloth against his eyebrow you kept your eyes on the hairs of his brow not wanting to look him in the eye. When the crusty rust colored blood had been fully cleaned from the closing wound you flipped the cloth around to a clean side and pressed it softly against the soft bruising of pink and red on his cheek to hopefully help the swelling subside so it hopefully wouldn’t turn into a nastier shade of deep purple and green in the morning.

“I’m surprised a woman isn’t clinging to your body right now” You joked trying to lighten the mood. “A woman is with me right now, I wouldn’t say she’s clinging but I do have one in front of me.” you felt his lips mumble against your palm and you quickly retracted your hand that you had forgotten was still there. Gulping hard you focused your attention to his cheek.

“I mean a hot chick” You tried to once against joke. A larger hand wrapped itself delicately around your wrist that held the damp towel and your gaze snapped up to meet Sejun’s grey eyes. “You are a ‘hot’ chick.”

“I..I meant like a hookup. I’m sure you had your pick of women at the party tonight..So I just surprised one isn’t with you right now…haha..maybe you already had your fill at the party, hopefully not in the bathroom cause that’s just unsanitary an-“ Sejuns free hand clamped itself over your mouth preventing your ramble of going on any longer.

“While I have hooked up in a bathroom at a party in the VTN house,” Cocking his eyebrow at your face "don’t judge me it’s the cleanest frat bathroom I’ve ever seen. I didn’t hook up at the party, I actually went upstairs with Seungwoo and played a few rounds of Fifa on his ps4. We both weren’t really in the partying mood anymore and he wanted to get started on typing out his message on Liam’s behavior and what went down tonight. Woo also wanted to make sure I didn’t ‘do anything stupid’ as he put it. Like go after Liam, as tempting as that was.”

You really don’t know what compelled you to do do what you did next. You couldn’t blame it on the alcohol you had consumed earlier as you were stone cold sober now. But something about the way his face contorted as he talked about Liam mixed with his gaze roving your slightly parted lips when he moved his palm away just made you feel a familiar tingling in your belly.

Surging forward, Sejun had just barely finished his sentence when you captured his lips in your own. A few seconds passed before you realized your face was inches from Sejuns and your lips were pressed against his. Pulling back rapidly, your eyes widened into saucers and you prepared your escape to Hanses room to hide from the man in front of you and to pretend you hadn’t just done what you did.

Before you could turn and side step away, Sejun gripped the side of your face in one of his large palms and pulled your face towards him. Looking from your eyes down to your lips you felt the heat in his gaze as he planted his mouth down onto yours.

You really didn’t know why but you found yourself reciprocating the kiss. Moving your lips against his, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as the damp cloth fell to the ground in a soft thud and you parted your lips for him as he flicked his tongue against the seam of your lips. Sejun’s free hand went to the small of your back and pressed your bodies together as he slipped his tongue into the entrance to your mouth.

Tongues fighting for dominance, you felt the kiss start to shift into a searing want that had you gripping his hair for purchase earning a low groan tumbling from his lips. Sinking his teeth into your bottom lip, his hand that had been on your cheek moved down to clutch the side of your neck.

Trailing a hand down from his neck, your nails lightly scratched against the top of his wide back under his leather jacket and shirt he had on. Fingers pressed into your lower back as his lips moved down to trail over your jaw making you tilt your head back to give him better access to your neck that he was starting to ghost his plump lips against.

You could feel the coldness of his rings against the side of your neck as his hand remained there while he kissed over the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You couldn’t help the soft whine that escaped your lips as his lips attached themselves over your skin, sucking in harshly causing a tingle to make its way up our spine.

Sejun let out a low groan at the whine that made its way out of your lips. Sliding both of his hands over your hips, he flipped you both around and pressed your body against the counter.

Lips attaching themselves back onto your neck, he continued to suck on different spots careful not to leave any marks. Your hand made its way down and pulled at the hem of his shirt. Slipping your fingers under the jersey material, you grazed the tips of your fingernails against his lower abs causing Sejun to pull away from the juncture of your neck.

You took in his heated gaze and kiss-swollen lips and you had to admit this man was fucking sexy. Pulling your hand from under his shirt he held it in his grip. “Y/n if you want to keep going i’m more than willing to continue, but if you want to stop let me know now before we go any further. You wen’t through something traumatic earlier and I need to make sure you not only know what you’re doing but you want to do this.” At the mention of the word trauma, his finger brushed over the slight bruising on your cheek.

You knew you should’ve stopped but you needed him and his asking of permission just solidified the fact that you weren’t making a bad decision when you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his in response.

With a kiss that was increasing in fervor, Sejuns hand that wasn’t clamped over the side of your neck gripped one of your wrists and led both of your bodies towards where you knew to be his room. Lips never leaving yours even when you both tumbled through his now open door.

Hooking a foot behind him, Sejun lightly kicked his door closed careful not to make it slam. Large hands made their way under the backs of your thighs as you were hauled up and lightly tossed onto a soft bed while the larger man stood in front of the bed pulling his jacket off of his wide shoulders.

You tried your best to suppress the sound that threatened to leave your throat with a bite to you bottom lip as his fingers slipped under his t-shirt and pulled it off of his sculpted frame. Deft fingers slipped under his belt loop as he successfully loosened the prongs.

Sejuns eyes never left yours as he undressed himself. Your eyes were filled with lust and your red swollen lips that your teeth hand pressed against caused his growing bulge to twitch slightly. You looked like sex and he hadn’t even gotten started, it excited him for how you must look with that post sex haze.

Climbing his body on top of yours, a plump set of lips attached themselves to your neck once again and you arched your back as his fingers slipped under the material of Hanses loose shirt.

Fingers making their way up your abdomen towards your chest and splaying themselves between your breasts felt hot against your skin. Sitting up slightly, Sejun pulled his lips from your skin. A look asking for permission graced his features as his fingers made their way back to the bottom hem of the shirt and pulled up a tad. A nod of your head was all he needed before he pulled the cotton fabric over your head and tossed it somewhere in the dark room that was only illuminated by the city lights through his semi sheer curtains.

The cold air that greeted your skin felt like ice as his fingers plucked against the hook of your bra causing the straps to sag over your shoulders as the cups no longer sat like a second skin against your breasts.

You hadn’t even gotten to feel embarrassed before his lips attached themselves to your right nipple that had hardened from a mixture of cold air and arousal. Fingers reached towards his head as you then tugged the strands between them.

A low growl grumbled from his throat as his teeth grazed over the hardened bud and you felt your body twitch at the contact. Fingers pinched at your bud that hadn’t been between Sejuns lips and you whined at the sensation.

You could feel his hardened member against your thigh as he switched nipples, a suction like sound leaving his lips as he sucked in a harsh motion. His unoccupied hand trailed its way down to the bottoms you had on and he played with the waistband by softly snapping it against your skin causing you to pull harshly on his locks. “Tease”. Chuckling at your name calling, Sejun smirked against your chest as he popped your nipple out of his mouth and flicked his tongue over the reddening nub.

Sejuns fingers moved under the waistband and over the fabric of your wet panties and you arched into the press of his fingertips. “Someones wet”, rolling your eyes as his comment you huffed out a breath of air and before you could mumble a response, he pressed the pads of his fingers hard against your hardened nub and lightly shook them in a left to right motion.

Pulling his fingers from your bottoms, he raised your knees upwards and tugged the material of your shorts and panties down your legs. Snapping your thighs shut you shivered as the air blown from his fan landed on your wet core.

Your legs were immediately pulled apart by your ankles “I need them open babygirl”. Sejun said with a tsk and the arousal pooling in your lower belly was almost embarrassing by the simple words.

A finger trailed around your weeping hole gathering the wetness on the pad as you gasped as Sejun brought it up to his mouth. His lips puckering around the finger as his eyes closed and a low moan could be heard. Holy fuck that’s hot, you were now full on ogling him as he popped the appendage out of his mouth and trailed his tongue along the seam of his lips. Opening his eyes, his lips quirked into a smirk as he took in your expression.

The finger that had been sucked clean was brought back to your nether region. With a squelch, the long index finger slid into your entrance and you hummed at the needed intrusion. A few pumps were made before a second finger was added, your walls tightening around the appendages.

“Need to get you nice and ready” Sejun murmured as he watched his fingers go in and out of your wet hole. Your eyes snapped shut as he curled the tips of his finger upwards in a come hither motion. The pads of his fingers rubbed against the spongey flesh of your g-spot and you gripped at the pillow that had been under your head.

Moving his fingers in semi circle motions to stretch you out further, Sejun pressed his thumb lightly against your clit as you got used to the stretching intrusion.

Your eyes snapped open as you felt a glob of wetness land on your pussy and the sight of Sejun with his lips puckered as he sat up watching his fingers work themselves in and out of your heat caused you to clench hard. Your mind was fighting with wether it was nasty or unbelievable hot how his split trailed once again from between his lips and landed on your pussy. The look in his eyes as he watched it slither down your clit over his fingers and mixing with your arousal at the crack between your ass and the bed made up your mind that it was one of the hottest thing you’ve experienced.

You could feel the slight widening of your hole as his fingers splayed open slightly inside of you before another finger was added. It was an extremely tight fit but the slight sting hurt oh so good as he slowly pushed into your entrance with all three fingers. “Tell me if it hurts okay?” His voice was oddly soft as he asked but it comforted you.

You widened your legs as he pumped his fingers at a nice and slow pace making sure you keep you comfortable but still stretching you out. The soft thrumming of his thumb over your clit added to the pleasure you were feeling.

Sejuns fingers formed a cone shape inside of you as he pumped in at a faster pace after he felt your walls starting to relax. Sejuns other hand splayed over your left thigh as he kept your legs open.

The finger on your clit started to move in tight circles and your back arched as you clamped a hand over your mouth to keep you from moaning. Your hand was pulled away almost immediately and your eyes met the darkening ones of the man pleasuring you. “Ah ah, no trying to conceal your sounds. Let me hear how you feel or I’ll stop. Got it?” You really wanted to roll your eyes and mumble a sarcastic remark but stern look in his eyes as he cocked a brow and curled his finger upwards caused you to nod furiously “Yes, yes jeez! Just fuck! Don’t stop.”

Your eyes rolled back as he spat on your pussy again and used his thumb to spread the wetness over your clit. A drawn out moan left your lips as he thrusted his fingers in and out of your tight hole at a faster pace and matched his circling thumb to the rhythm.

It was becoming all too much and as you trailed your eyes down his frame to his hips now bucking against your thigh, his hardened bulge rubbing against your flesh, your body tightened and spasmed every time his fingers curved against your g-spot. “Ahh,I.. I…m going to..c..c….cum..please don’t..stop”.

“I didn’t quite catch that” Sejun slowed his pace and smirked devilishly. “Fun..fuck you! I said I’m..gonna cum!” The same stern look returned to his face as he stopped completely and slipped his fingers from your spasming core causing you to thrash your head side to side as you pleaded with him. “I’m..sorry..please don’t stop…I need to cum..please…please…fuck please.” With a smack to your pussy a grunt left his lips as he thrust his fingers back into your entrance, your back arching at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s better princess.” Sejuns fingers worked themselves in and out of you at a fast pace and he began circling hi thumb over your clit once again causing your body to convulse at the stimulation. “Fuck…shit…shit! I need.. cum…need to cum!” You moaned out as your eyebrows furrowed and shallow breathes of air puffed from your lips. “You want to cum babygirl?”

A series of ‘Yes’ left your lips and Sejun curled his fingers upwards against the spongey flesh. With a harsh press of his thumb against your clit you felt your eyes roll back as your eyelids closed over your eyes and your thighs began to shake.

A hard grip on your chin forced your eyes open and Sejun was suddenly inches from your face as he squished your cheeks between his fingers as he pumped his fingers in and out of you at an intense pace. “Open your eyes and look at me when you cum! I better not have to tell you again!” Hot breath fanned against your face as you nodded as much as you could in his hold.

A series of ‘Fucks’ could be heard in the room as your walls tightened around his fingers and the familiar snapping sensation filled your lower abdomen as your orgasm approached. The fluttered of your walls squished his fingers but Sejun wouldn’t have it any other way. The lust ridden gaze Sejun had in his eyes as you came apart with his fingers inside of you was all that you could see. A buzzing filled your ears and you felt warmth spread throughout your body as you came.

Your knees knocked together as they shook and the feeling of overstimulation against your clit became too much as you begged him to stop. It wasn’t until tears pricked at your eyes that he pulled his hand from your core and popped each finger inside of his mouth, making sure to lick them clean.

With a cock of his head, Sejun sat up. “You taste like ripe strawberries, pineapple and something heady with a hint of salt.” A look of shock riddled your features and you couldn’t help the laugh that threatened to fall from your lips. “Are you a pussy juice connoisseur or what?” You fully expected Sejun to scold you or laugh with you but his face was completely serious. “You could say that.”

“I’m saying you taste good.” A shake of your head as you giggled caused him to slightly pout. “I know what you’re saying. Just an odd way of putting it”

The feeling of Sejuns bulge against your thigh caused you to stop your laughing. Even with his pants on, he felt thick and heavy against your flesh and despite the intense orgasm you had just had you needed more, you wanted to feel him inside of you.

Sitting upwards on your knees, you placed your palms flat against his bare chest and maneuvered you both until he was sitting against the soft pillows near the headboard and you were straddling him. With a harsh press of your hands he was sent into a laying position, hovering your body over his face a sinful smirk graced your lips. “You called me a princess earlier.” A cock of your eyebrow was made as you nuzzled your lips against the shell of his ear. “I’m anything BUT a princess.” Sejun could’t respond as your hand had made it’s way down his body while you spoke and when the last words left your lips you harshly palmed his length.

A grin spread over his plump lips and your wrist was suddenly gripped into a strong hold. With a determined gaze you slid your other hand down his body and popped the button of his incredibly tight pants. Surging forward you attached your lips to his neck and nibbled against the soft flesh. The smell of cologne and musk invading your senses as you lapped at his sweat slick skin.

Sliding your hand under the waistband of his briefs, your eyes bulged slightly at his size that laid heavily against your palm. Drool pooled inside of your mouth as you gulped and a deep chuckle resounded in your ears. “I told you I needed to stretch you out. Now. you’ve had your fun being on top but its time I fuck you the way you need to be fucked.” A hand weaved through your hair and pulled your face to his as your bottom lip was tugged between teeth. A wet pop was heard as the flesh smacked against your teeth and arms encircled you before turning you both around so that Sejun was seated on top of you once again.

The jingling of zippers and fabric against skin was heard as Sejun tossed his pants somewhere on the clothing littered floor. “I was only on top for like 5 minu- ungghf” Sejuns hard cock bumped against your clit and you swore you drooled as the thick head slid along your core. The drag of his hard cock felt intoxicating but you needed more, you needed to be filled.

“Fuck me already!” you growled out and Sejun tsk’d. “Demanding won’t get you anywhere sweetheart.” A slight push of his thick cock head was made against your weeping hole and you reached out to tug harshly on his thick locks. “Sejun! I’m not fuckin around! Now fuck man, just ugh just fuck me.” A harsh slap was delivered to your pussy and you swore at the contact.

“Ask nicely y/n, or my cock won’t fill you up.” It was a low warning but you ceased your brattiness if it meant getting to finally be filled. “Fine! Please, I need to be fucked. Please just film up alrea-“ You were cut off by the sliding of his cock head into your entrance, Fuck, he was just a few inches in but it was already a stretch.

Fingers brushed against the soft skin of your abdomen as he slid inside slowly before ceasing any movement. “Is this okay?” It was a simple question but the juxtaposition from his stern nature a few minutes prior had momentarily shocked you. Clearing your throat “Yeah, I can take it” You weren’t lying, sure it was a stretch and you could feel the sting but it wasn’t anything uncomfortable.

Placing his hands on either side of your shoulders, Sejun leaned forward slowly sliding all the way in until his blunt head felt like it bumped your cervix and your fingers curled into the sheets at the incredibly tight fit. “Fuck y/n, so fuckin tight.” Sejuns head was thrown back and his long neck was on full display above you.

Arching upwards, your lips attached themselves onto the juncture of his neck and he growled out at the feeling as your lips worked over his flesh. Fingers curling into his silky hair and over his shoulder you couldn’t say you’ve ever felt so full in your life.

A sharp snap of his hips was felt before he leaned backwards on his haunches and snapped forwards once again. The way your hole sucked his cock in was an intoxicating sight and Sejun groaned at the squelching noises your wet pussy made.

A nice rhythm was started as his thrusts were deliberately timed and every snap of his hips meant a flood of sensations for you. He filled you up and every slide of his cock was felt against your ridges as he snugly bottomed out inside of you. “Harder” The pace was great but you knew he could do much more and you wanted to feel everything he could give you.

An eyebrow quirked at your demand and Sejun smirked “Harder? Princess” The last word was punctuated bu a particularly hard thrust and you tugged harshly against his scalp. “Don’t. Call me. Princess” With each word you tugged at the strands and he growled at the sensation, taking your wrist between his fingers before slamming both of your wrists against the bed on either side of your head.

“Y/n you’re being bad.” The words tumbled from his lips in a low growl and your eyelids fluttered closed at the way it made you feel. With your wrists in his grip, he snapped his hips harshly as his cock filled you up nice and deep.

A harsher pace was set and each drag of his cock set your insides alight with new sensation, the way he leaned over you caused his pubic bone to drag over your clit with each thrust. Wrapping your legs around his lower back, your hips met Sejuns for every harsh thrust and pull.

Whatever stinging you had previously felt was replaced with nothing but pleasure as he went faster with every pump of his member. “More” Your legs were suddenly pulled up by your knees until your ankles were hovering in the air by your head. You felt like a pretzel and the stretch on your body hurt but the way Sejun managed to somehow get deeper inside of your tight cunt made it worth it. You were practically bent in half as his large palms pressed down on the flesh in the middle of the backs of your knees and ass.

“That all you got Sej..Sejunniee” Your harsh breaths made you stutter but you managed to still pull your face into a mocking look as the saccharine tone seeped from your lips. A sudden harsh smack against the underside of your ass cheek sounded through the room and the stinging flesh caused your neck to arch back into the pillows. “Be careful what you wish for Y/n.”

Another smack was delivered, this time to your ass cheek before Sejun bottomed out inside of you. Knees dipping into the bed, Sejun leaned forward with his palms on he backs of your legs as he set a brutal series of thrusts. The sensation of thick cock dragging against your walls until just the tip was inside before slamming back into your core was drool worthy.

Low groans left his lips and you dug your nails into his shoulder as you whined, begging for more. More of what? you didn’t quite know but more seemed to be the only word you could utter as his flesh dragged against yours.

Snapping your eyes open, the sound of the front door closing rather harshly was heard and you knew it had to have been a clumsy Byungchan. Fear set into your features and Sejun placed a finger over your lips. “It’s okay, Byungchan won’t come in, he most likely thinks I’m with a girl anyways. Relax Y/n.” The words were said in a soft whisper against your ear and while you knew they were the truth you still feared being caught. But something in the way Sejun’s cock bumped against your g-spot as he thrust and the way you were still feeling that stinging heartache of your one sided crush being happy with his crush made you nod.

“You can use me right now to help get over how you feel about Chan and Emi if you want.” The statement surprised you but you trailed your nails down his back as he delivered a hard thrust. “Fuck me” It wasn’t a harsh demand, more of a plea whispered into his ear. Pulling back from your ear, Sejun nodded in understanding.

A sharp move of his hips delivered a song thrust that you swore you could feel against your cervix and you cried out. “Louder princess.” Sejun smirked knowing the pet name would get to you but in an almost sick way you relished in the thought of Byungchan possibly hearing you. There’s no way he would know it’s you as you most likely sounded mumbled and different between the layers of walls separating Sejuns room from his own but it’s like part of you wanted to be like “this is what you’re missing” even though he hadn’t even been aware of your affections.

A loud whine left your lips as Sejun fucked himself into you and you scratched your nails down his back. You had earlier seen the faded pink marks on his back and while you both were careful not to leave marks with mouths in an unspoken rule you figured your nails on his back would be fine as he already had some from his plethora on conquests.

“Fuck how are you still so tight!” Sejun moaned out and a gush of arousal was felt between your legs at his normally softer voice being so deep and assertive. “Maybe you aren’t going hard enough” You barked in respond and the smirk that had made its way onto your lips was replaced with a small ‘o’ as Sejun snapped a hand up your body to clamp around the curvature of your neck. His grip wasn’t hard enough to fully choke you but the feeling of less air flow caused a tingling to be set throughout your body.

Fast thrusts caused the room to sound in skin slapping and wet squelches. The headboard banging against the wall as he drove his hips against yours cause your body you rattle. “Fuck Sejun!”

“Yeah? Is that hard enough for you? Or do you want more. Know what, i’m not giving you a choice, you’re getting more.” Large palms pulled your ass tightly against him and his balls slapped against your skin. The hand that was around your neck tightened its hold every few seconds before releasing causing a rush of air to fill your head. The hand that had pulled your ass up now lay flat against your abdomen pushing your body down onto the bed.

Your cervix was being battered by his hard cock head and a trail of drool leaked from the side of your mouth as you were being fucked ‘stupid’ “Shit!shit! I’m..cu..cu..gonna..cum” You stuttered as you felt your walls fluttering around his hard cock.

A harsh slap was delivered to your clit as Sejun spit a thick globule onto your cunt and you lost it, the pure dirtiness from the action caused your abdomen to clench and lust clouded your vision. “FUCK! Se…sej….omg..omg I’m…fuck yes!” Your legs began to shake as Sejun pressed his thumb against the hollow of your throat and your eyes struggled to stay open from the extract you were being thrown in but you couldn’t risk closing them and him stopping his actions as he had said he would earlier.

“Cum in..inside, I’m on the pill” You mumbled out feeling his cock twitch inside of you. The thought of a condom had slipped both of your minds earlier in the night and you knew you’d kick yourself about it later, for now you needed to cum.

“Fuck y/- babygirl! Cum all over my cock!” Your name almost slipped from his lips but Sejun effectively covered it up in case either of your friends had been awake. A coil felt like it had snapped and a loud growl left Sejuns lips as you clenched hard around his cock. “Oh my!omg! FUCK I..fuck. I’m cumming.” A flood of arousal gushed from your core as your body shook and your toes curled.

“Fuck yeah! Soak my cock! Sejun fucked his cock into you before halting suddenly. A loud moan escaped his throat as ropes of cum painted your inner walls with his seed. Your orgasm continued as he filled you to the brim and you cried out as his hand left your neck in favor of filling your mouth with his thick thumb. You sucked on the appendage as your body shook in overstimulation.

With a few shallow thrusts of his cock, Sejun’s could feel the last spurts of milky white leave his member. Softly pulling himself from your warm cavern, Sejun watched as a flood of white leaked from your core and he couldn’t help the low groan leave his lips at the mess you had made. The sheets were soaked from you squirting and the pool of cum that sat along the seam of your ass and the bed was enough to cause his softening cock to twitch alive again.

Taking in your fucked out state, Sejun willed himself to calm down as he really didn’t think you could take another round right now.

Sitting up with a huff leaving your lip your eyes widened as you took in the sight between your splayed out legs. “Holy..fuck.” Sejun who was seated in front of your legs smirked “That was so fucking hot.” With a shake of your head you looked at him incredulously. You had only squirted twice prior and both were from a long masturbation session where you overstimulated yourself with your favorite vibrator after a month of no cumming as a stupid self challenge.

Sejun pulled you up to a standing position before propping you onto his desk chair. “I’m just gonna change the sheets real quick.” Your legs felt like jelly but you knew you couldn’t stay in his room. His conquests rarely stayed the night, you knew that and you didn’t trust yourself to wake up and leave his bed before your friends awoke from their own slumber so you did the only thing that made sense. You stood up on your own as he finished changing the sheets and smoothed his palm over his comforter that had been in a heap on the floor during your ‘activities’. Finding your panties on the floor with Hanses bottoms your nose scrunched at the damp materiel.

Sejun’s eyes met you form as you debated on whether to wear the shorts with or sans panties. The sound of a drawer being opened was heard and a pair of briefs and a wet wipe were being held out towards you. “Here, I don’t think soaking panties are comfortable to wear and I know you probably don’t want to wear Hanses shorts without anything under.”

“Thank you.” After cleaning yourself up you threw the fabric away in the waste bin by his desk. The fabric of the briefs was quite soft, Why are mens underwear so fucking comfortable?. With a snap of your bra you then pulled the loose cotton shirt over your form despite your now aching muscles.

“I know you’re going to go sleep on the couch so nobody gets suspicious but know I couldn’t kick you out from my room in the middle of the night. That’d make me a shitty friend and I fancy myself not only a good fuck but a gentleman of sorts” Sejun smiled that genuine smile that accentuates his deep set dimples, your head shook side to side at how unfair it was that he looked like some sort of deity after that sex session and you most likely looked a mess.

“Thanks..I appreciate that haha.” You awkwardly laughed and Sejun shook his head. “Hey don’t be embarrassed or anything. We fucked and we can either talk about it or not talk about it whatever you want.” You really did appreciate how he was trying to make things less awkward as he sat on his bed in his clean briefs but you couldn’t talk about it right now. Too many thoughts were swirling in your brain and all you wanted to do was pass out on the couch you knew all too well.

With a fake yawn escaping your lips you waved at him before making your way to his door. “I’m actually super tired so I’m just going to head to bed.” Checking to make sure the coast was clear you slipped from his room and softly reciprocated the goodnight he called out.

The kitchen light had still been on from earlier and you noticed Byungchans shoes strewn across the floor and accompanied with how loud he had been entering the shared apartment you could bet he was probably quite tipsy which you thanked God for as drunk Byungchan was less likely to miss your supposed sleeping form on the couch.

A quick trip to the restroom, a flick of the kitchen lights and you were finally settled on the couch cushions with a soft blanket curled around your body. Pushing your questioning thoughts and oddly enough lack of regret to the back of your brain, you closed your eyes and let your now aching muscles lead you into a hopefully deep sleep.

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Whether you found this smut cringe worthy or actually not THAAAT bad, I appreciate you for reading this chapter and sticking with me <3

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OMGG!!! I finally read the second chapter to seance season, it was sooo good, I can't wait to read more. Keep up the good work !!

I’m so glad you liked it 🥺🥺 I haven’t been able to write much these passed couple of weeks as I lost a member of my family recently and have been busy with so much shit. But I’ll hopefully be writing more soon🖤 TYSM✨✨✨✨😩 This just makes me excited to share what’s to come in the third chapter 👁🕺🏻

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Seance Season Chp 2

Chapter 2: Worries and Answers.

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader. Mentions of OC x Hoseok. Non-Romantic mentions of other BTS members.

Words: 13,500+

Rating: PG13-M’ish. Some Sexual scenarios but not the full Snex.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anything to scan for anything like that <3

All rights to pictures, songs and other types of media respectively belong to their owners.

Fic Inspired Playlist that I highly recommend while you read each chapter as they sent the mood. Link is here.

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad @mwitsmejk @ggukkieland

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“Thanks, for uh..the ride home and you saving me..and just everything.” you were still visibly shaken from the events that had just transpired but you tried your best not to show it, your face hardening as you worried at your cheek with your teeth.

The heels of your scraped up boots clacked against the concrete leading to the front door of your apartment complex. You’d probably have to say goodbye to these shoes as they not only had had enough ‘excitement’ for their lifetime but the heels were wobbly to walk on and you knew they were close to just breaking off.

Stopping at the wooden door to the lobby you looked up to meet the intense gaze Jungkook fixated on you. It wasn’t the same intense gaze he had at the club, no, this was and intense look of contemplation, of fear, of intrigue.

You searched for the right words to say but as you opened your mouth he did the same. “Are you okay to stay by yourself? You’ve had a long night. I’m not saying I’d like..stay the night, but I could always stay for a bit if you want to talk about tonight.” His eyes held sincerity in his words and if you were being honest you really didn’t want to be alone. You we’re scared of so many things right now and you weren’t sure you could even sleep if you tried. The thought of the man who attacked you possibly finding you again made a shiver run up your spine. You knew he was badly injured from Jungkook and it would definitely take time and powerful potions to heal him up right, but it didn’t settle the slight tremble in your knees.

“If you would..I’d appreciate that” With a nothing but a nod, Jungkook opened the door to you and followed behind your walking body.

Reaching into your purse that Jungkook recovered from the alleyway for you while you were in a daze, you pulled out your key and turned it into the deadbolt mechanism until the locking ‘click’ could be heard.

Gesturing with a wave of you palm, Jungkook entered your ‘home’ and you closed the door behind you both making sure to lock both locks, even if it was just for peace of mind. You watched his eyes move over the entirety of your livingroom/diningroom open space and the kitchen nook that was only separated by a wall with a cut out alcove between the dining area and the actual kitchen space.

“Make yourself at home, I’m going to take a quick shower. I think I packed up some of Tae’s clothes that he left at my old house and brought with me here, when I get out I’ll check.” you watched the dark haired mans left eyebrow cock at the mention of ‘tae clothes’ but didn’t ask why as you just wanted to get out of these clothes and try to wash away at the grime and blood that covered your body.

Taking a change of undergarments and pajamas with you to the bathroom, you left them neatly folded on the sink and made quick work of your clothing. Deciding most of it had been damaged and it would be best to just get rid of it, you threw it all into a heap and tossed your non ruined undergarments in the hamper nestled inside your linen closet.

You finally took in your reflection in the mirror. Your hair was wildly matted in spots from when you were against the wall and on the ground wiggling about to break free. Your body was littered with numerous scrapes and scratches that you knew would bruise over the course of the next week. You cheek had bits of dried blood from where the Ice dagger cut at your skin and the cut on your palm still had beads of flowing blood mixing in with brown specs of dirt and debris you accumulated from the alley floor. Your tearducts and nostrils were black with soot and ash from Jungkooks fire and what was left of your makeup was smeared in different directions. You looked like hell and a part of you was embarrassed that Jungkook had seen you like this.

Steam filled the room as you lit the eucalyptus and peppermint candle settled atop a shelf to help with the tension that was running rampant in your mind and body.

Stepping under the hot water, you felt it start to string your skin with the borderline too hot stream that you needed to feel. The water swirling into a pool at your feet making it’s way to the drain was tinted a mauve color and you watched until it finally ran clear. It was almost therapeutic, clear was associated with purity and the water washing off the physical grime of tonight made you a little less on edge. Thanking the element of water you made quick work of working shampoo into your tresses.

Atop your head sat a bun of hair and conditioner while you washed your body. The mixture of hot water and soap licked at your body and you hissed at the pain but you scrubbed vigorously at your body with your loofah none the less.

The water once again spiraled with a pink hue as the grime that hadn’t been washed away with just the water finally made it’s way off of your body. With a sharp hiss, the cut on your palm opened further. The swollen pink skin around the crimson gash stung as you made sure to really wash it. The cut on your face re opened in the same way while you washed all traces of makeup, soot, debris and dried blood from the delicate skin.

You din’t know if it was the color of the water or the thoughts flowing in your mind but you broke down. Tears streaming down your cheek as your knees gave out and you sat your body in the tub curling into yourself.

Sobs wrecked your body as you shook violently and you held your knees to your chest tightly in search of some sort of stability. Water made its way from your head and into your mouth and a quick inhale from a sob caused you to choke out the liquid.

Why did this all happen? What was going on? Could this all please be some sort of horrible nightmare that you could wake up from? What was this overwhelming urge you couldn’t quite describe?

Scenes of fire fanning over concrete and chunks of rubble lying under gaping holes littered your brain and dances behind closed eyes as silent cries of why continued to escape your lips.

Jungkook had been using paper towels to dry at the cuts and scrapes on his arms he had just washed in your kitchen sink when he heard a heavy thud echo from the bathroom. He had thought you might’ve dropped something but the sound of a choked sob prompted him to hastily make his way to the bathroom door. He had called out to you multiple times but the sounds of streaming water and heart breaking sobs were all he got in response.

Warm arms and a fluffy towel were wrapped around your body as you finally registered that the shower had been turned off and you were currently leaning against a solid body of muscle as Jungkook secured the towel around your body.

You both stood there in silence with his arms secured around you as tears continued to escape your eyes and it wasn’t until you were finally taking in deep breaths to calm yourself that you took in the situation. Jungkook had not only seen you naked but he witnessed your break down and helped you yet again.

Pulling away from his body, you clutched the terry fabric closer to your body and he politely nodded his head while making his exit to let you dress yourself.

The soft jersey fabric of your lavender colored pajama shorts and old megadeath shirt covered your body while your fuzzy socks felt cozy against your toes. Covering the candle to extinguish the flame, you made quick work of brushing your hair with the etched wooden comb your mother had gifted you for your 18th birthday, the wooden teeth detangling your hair gently.

Your eye cream had aided in helping to de-puff your eyes a bit but they were still visibly swollen and red. Shaking your head at your yourself in the mirror you finally exited your bedroom deciding you had finally calmed down enough to not only face the man who had saved you twice already but make yourself some tea to hopefully aid in clarity of your mind, body and soul.

Upon entering the kitchen, you came face to face with Jungkook who had been leaning against the counter waiting for you. “Before you say anything, I didn’t see much I swear. It was so foggy from the steam that it was all a blur and before you apologize just know you don’t owe me one. I just wanted to make sure that you were..well..okay.” He had insisted before you could even open your mouth and attempt the apology that had been sitting on the tip of your tongue as you didn’t know what else to say. His words put you at ease but you still softly thanked him to which he smiled that dazzling bunny like smile that was such a juxtaposition to his ‘rebel without a cause’ look he had going on. The tattoo spiraling from the tips of his fingers up to his chest and neck didn’t really help- WAIT when THE FUCK did his shirt come off. Omg was he half naked when he picked your buck naked body off of your shower floor and into a towel? Jeez you really should stop with the leering y/n, you were literally having a mental breakdown like 15 minutes ago, a breakdown that this tall dark and handsome man had witnessed. Shaking your head of the ‘offensive’ thoughts, you opened the upper cabinets by your stove searching from your herbs you wanted to brew.

Turning on the high heat setting on one of the burners, you set your black kettle down and got to work on filling a small mesh bag with a concoction. A pinch of dried Lavender buds, a 1/2 teaspoon of ground chamomile, a few dried yarrow flowers. Hmm, I’m forgetting something.

“Tangerine peel would be a great addition for that tea.” The voice to your right called out, reminding you of Jungkook’s presence. He was right, Tangerine peel had been known in the ways of Magick for its aid in purification, protection and clarity. The uplifting scent was also a plus. Grabbing a Tangerine from your fruit bowl on your small dining table, you carefully separated the flesh of the fruit from its peel and sliced in thin strips.

Steeping the Yarrow separately as it needed more time than the other herbs, you munched on the Tangerine. The sweet yet tart juicy flesh burst between your teeth as you chewed making you realize how hungry you had been.

“Are you perhaps hungry? I just realized I haven’t eaten in hours.” You questioned Jungkook with a soft bite at your bottom lip. “I could go for some food, I actually know this 24 hour pizza joint that delivers if you’re up for that.” He asked with a smile and you nodded in return promptly telling him to order anything he liked when he asked what your preferred toppings were.

The scent of the steeping tea was soothing and you found yourself gazing at the man in front of you who was currently on the phone ordering a pepperoni, mushroom and black olive with garlic butter crust. The words along making you internally drool. The tattoo on his left side of his torso looked so intricate, the swirls of black ink with small bursts of crimson in the shape of what looked like dahlias made their way from mid torso over his defined abdominal muscles and down his hip disappearing into the waistband of his pants. Wait why is his shirt still off? Where is it anyways? OH FUCK You had forgotten to bring him some of Taehyungs old clothes. You had finally noticed that he had cleaned himself up while you were gone, his wounds hadn’t been bleeding but you could see the shadow of bruises starting to form over his bruised skin and decided after you found the clothing you would try to make a healing salve to aid in the swelling of the area. Passing his frame to head to your room you caught a glimpse of what looked like his shirt folded on one of your dining chairs.

Holding what looked like it would fit his frame you thrust your hands out to him.”Here, the clothes I forgot to get you earlier. They look like they’d fit. Tae isn’t as uh..’muscly’ as you but you’re around the same-ish height” Mentally cringing at the word ‘muscly’ leaving your lips you glanced to the right of his frame and noticed that your tea had been presented in a mug on the counter with a napkin folded next it.

Jungkook thanked you and assured you it was more than okay, even adding that he ‘forgot’ he had been without a shirt. When you look like that you can get away with ‘forgetting’ being half naked.

A drizzle of honey perfectly complimented the steaming tea as you brought it to your lips and blew a stream of cool air before taking your first sip. The herbal concoction did wonders to your palette. Tangerine leant a soft citrus note that had you quickly taking another sip.

Gathering a plethora of herbs based essential oils you quickly got to work mixing the right amount of each together in harmony of what was needed most. The oils had now been ready to put into the coconut and jojoba oil you had already warmed. With a 1/4 cup of bees wax to help harden the oil like consistency you set the mixture in the fridge for quick solidification. You had finished putting away the multitude of jars that littered the counter when Jungkook entered.

“Hey thanks for the clothes.” you noted Teahyung didn’t look like that in those dark grey marled jogger style sweatpants and plain black crew neck t shirt that sported more than a few holes. You liked distressed oversized tops and Tae and Joon always left clothes at your old house so finders keepers. I mean you had to admit your friends were beautiful creatures, but you always looked at them as brothers and not a man that had his hands on your hips dancing rhythmically a few hours earlier.

The sound of the doorbell ringing brought you out of your thoughts and Jungkook stated it must be the pizza. Pouring yourself a glass of ice water you took both your mug and glass to the coffee table situated in front of your couch. Laying two paper plates on the wooden surface, you stacked a few napkins from your roll knowing how messy pizza can sometimes get.

The smell of garlic and pepperoni filled your nostrils and you almost groaned as your stomach grumbled embarrassingly loud; good thing Jungkook hadn’t been too close to hear. While Jungkook set up the cardboard box in between the two plates you had laid out, you brought him a glass of water after asking what he’d like to drink.

It was a comfortable silence that befell the living area as you both munched on the greasy goodness on the comfort of your couch. Your legs stretched outwards from their previously criss-cross applesauce position as you reached for your ice water after finishing your first slice. You had to admit, Jungkook had been right about the pizza being delicious. His bunny like smile made your lips curl upwards at your admittance.

Three slices of pizza and half of your water later you curled your throw blanket around your legs and sipped on the now lukewarm tea. Clearing his throat, Jungkook turned towards you from his position on the other side of your grey couch, a napkin in his hadn’t as he dabbed at his mouth. “Are you..are you okay to uh…talk about what happened earlier?” You weren’t quite sure if you were to be honest, but maybe he had some answers to the questions you had regarding the events that had transpired in that alleyway.

With a long sip of your tea you nodded in answer with a swallow. “Y/n do you know what you did? Like are you aware of what happened?” your head bobbed up and down slowly as you took in the trepidation on his face.

“I could see the smoke if that’s what your asking. I saw the tendrils twist and curl into those obsidian looking spears. I couldn’t really control it, It’s like I saw what was happening but I was just a bystander of sorts as my body was taken over.” You paused trying to figure out the best way to phrase the next series of sentences. “I could..hear..voices that sounded like my own and something deeper almost sinister..telling me what to do, what I wanted to do, what I should do. As I was watching I almost wanted to give in to everything the voices were saying. I was so upset and frustrated that it all came out at once in a physical way. It’s like I was in one of my recent nightmares, just watching as I destroyed that wall. Whatever it was wanted me to do much worse but it’s like this light was cast and parted the smoke that clouded my vision and I was able to break out of that sort of trance. It’s like when the wall was destroyed, either the sound of seeing the concrete turn to piles of rumble made me realize what I did. I just..I j..just want to w..wake up and it all be some sort of sick nightmare. Jungkook I don’t have magick, I never have. M..maybe it was some sort of spell that I was under and it can just be broken. Maybe that man had some friend that cast a hex.. I don’t know.” Fingers shaking you reached for your mug and chugged the rest of the cool liquid hoping to calm yourself down.

“Y/n that wasn’t spellwork or some sort of hex. That was dark magic. Something I’ve only seen once and i..that was a long time ago. It looked like you were being consumed by it, not controlling it. Your eyes turned the color of Onyx and your veins looked as if they were full of ink and not blood. There was this shrouded aura around you that pulsated with power. I felt like lightning had struck next to you and I was..almost..scared. But then you came to and some part of me needed to help. You keep saying you don’t have magick but you seem to know a lot about it.”

With a nod of your head you gestured towards the framed picture atop the mantle that held your tv. After you had explained to him the magick your parents and friends held he nodded in understanding, his question seemed to be answered.

“So you didn’t come into magick before your 18th birthday?” A shake of your head answered his question. “I don’t know much more about how dark magic is obtained. I just know it is capable of so much hurt and destruction. You aren’t anything like the holder I’ve..come across.”

“I don’t want this Jungkook..I don’t want to be this way. What if it was all a fluke? Like, what if it all goes back to normal tomorrow?” His tongue poked at the inside of his left cheek as he contemplated what you had said. “I don’t think that’s how that works y/n, but maybe it will. We can hope. I really think you should ask your parents about it though, you said they own a magick shop right? They must have more knowledge on this than I do. I know you said you don’t want them to try and bring you back home but y/n you need to know what’s going on. Even if it was a fluke and never happens again you still can’t just run the risk of it happening again and without a magic shield protecting the area you could do actual damage to something or worse..” He was right and that thought alone scared you. Standing up you threw the paper plates into the brown cardboard box and took it to the kitchen for recycling.

Your mug had been placed into the sink basin by Jungkook. “How did you know to put Tangerine in the tea? You also must’ve known the brewing time to pour it before the herbs burnt and got bitter.” The questions slipped from your mouth as you washed the grease residue from your hands, in your defense not all active magick holders are well versed in teas, tinctures and the such. Thats why your parents shop had been frequently visited. Some witches finding things as simple as ‘human magic’ as they called it, to be just that simple, too simple for them to care to learn or worry about doing. “My mom taught me as a child before..she passed” A brief look of hurt crossed his face and you couldn’t help but regret asking.

“She was a fire holder like I am. She said Dad was too even though he passed around the time that I was born. Funny how we can have magick but still pass from disease and sickness.” His lips curled into a tight lipped small smile as you softly let out an apology for his loss. “Both passings were white some time ago. Don’t apologize for things you had no part in.” Jungkook’s front teeth showed as his smile widened and while you were put at ease you were still regretful of asking and having him relive parts of his past.

“But that’s why I really believe you should tell your parents what happened. You have someone to hopefully help you with what’s happening, to guide you. Earlier you asked about my Inferno Fire. When my mom passed..madness is a understatement for what I felt. I was consumed with the need to avenge her and my power..it was a lot to control. I still have my moments but what i’m saying is, you have the guidance I didn’t have. Let’s say your parents don’t have answers to whats going on, at least they know and can maybe try and be there for you.” You knew he was right, while you hoped it was a fluke of some sorts, there was no way you should risk it again without consulting your parents and best friends.

“I’ll check to see what time the trains leave tomorrow, or well later today since it’s passed midnight.” You figured the sooner the better and having the next few days off until Thursday night helped.

“You don’t have a car right? If you want, I can drive you. You said it’s a few hours out of the city? I just don’t know if you being on a bus alone before knowing what’s going on is safe. What is another holder comes after you again and this time you’re not only defenseless but other can get hurt as well. The shield can only do so much. We got lucky tonight that he and myself both put up shields that blocked the brunt of the power but a moving vehicle with people so close together is another story.”

To say you were surprised by his offer was an understatement but you agreed none the less as he had a fair point. You both agreed he would stay the night ‘his insistence and your obvious agreement’ and after you both rested for a few hours as it was already passed 3 in the morning, you both would go over to his apartment so he could change before heading over to your hometown.

“Wait are you sure you’re okay with that? What about work or a roommate or a..girlfriend. omg are they okay with you being at my place? or a club for that matter” Word vomit like questions escaped your mouth and you instantly regretted them despite the incredible smile they caused Jungkooks lips to form into.

“Well my work will be fine. I don’t go to the office as much since Jimin runs most of it now. The only roommate I have is a pet cat named Luna-“ A cock of your eyebrow “Don’t judge me, Stella Luna is an iconic children’s book and we can all learn from momma bat. Anyways Jimin will go by and feed you if I ask him to. I don’t have a girlfriend and if I did I surely wouldn’t have been at that club dancing with you like that.” You felt the blush creep up your neck to your cheeks, tinting them in a soft crimson.

“I..alrighty then, I should probably head to bed. Long day ahead of us and all. I’ll bring you some pillows. Before I forget, there’s a salve in the fridge for you. It should hopefully help with the swelling and bruising.” You didn’t give him the chance to reply as you bounded off to your bedroom in search of the extra bedding you had tucked away on the top shelving of your walk-in closet.

Two fluffy pillows and an extra blanket filled your arms as you made your way back into your living area where Jungkook was currently sitting while scrolling on his phone. Looking up from the glowing screen of his cellphone, Jungkook took the bedding from your outstretched arms while a polite ‘thank you’. “The salve feels great by the way. Calendula was used to make it right? and I thought I smelt yarrow too.” With a smile you nodded as his assumptions had been correct. “Peppermint to give the swelling a cooling sensation, Burdock root oil for skin circulation so the area can hopefully heal faster and a little bit of chamomile to soothe.”

“Feel free to leave the lamp on if you’d like. You already know where the bathroom is. Um, I’ll be setting my alarms to around 10 because I already know that if I don’t set them I’ll sleep all day. Goodnight Jungkook”.

“Goodnight y/n” With a eye crinkling gentle smile, the man in front of you tucked the pillows behind his head.

How long had you been laying there staring at the wall? 30 minutes? An hour? 5 minutes? Every time your eyes fluttered closed and you started to enter the dream realm, you snapped your eyes back open afraid of going back to the same nightmare you’ve had twice before. The tea had worked in calming you down and giving you a sort of clarity but it didn’t prevent you from still asking the what if’s and the fear that swirled around in your brain.

Tip Toeing your way to the kitchen, you blindly reached for what you thought was the wall separating the kitchen from the dining room and instead grabbed ahold of a fist full of air while leaning a little too forward. “Shit fuck” you hissed as your big toe came into contact with the leg of a dining chair. You hadn’t even heard Jungkook move from his spot on the couch when arms reached behind around you and you were suddenly placed in a chokehold.

Flailing your arms, you swung your right elbow backwards and hit the dark haired mans left ribs. “What the FUCK?” you yelled out and the man immediately let go of your body. Flinging yourself onto the wall behind you, you reached around for the light switch.

With the area finally being illuminated Jungkook’s eyes widened “I’m so so sorry, I just heard a voice and thought someone got in!” Shaking your head you dragged out a breath of air. “An intruder that’s short? I mean it could happen but you didn’t think of the height, mixed with the voice of a female mixed with you being in someone else’s apartment that maybe it was the owner of said apartment?” Top teeth bit into his plump bottom lip and you sighed. “I appreciate you for being on the offense with the ‘intruder’. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

With an adamant shake of his head and a promise of it being ok you slowly nodded your head. “Have you not slept yet?” You chewed the inside of your cheeks before answering quietly.

“I understand, but you need rest y/n. Would you like it if I..slept in there with you? NOT IN A SEXUAL MANNER.” His hands went up defensively and you held back the chuckle that threatened to escape your throat. “I just mean maybe another person being in the room will help you sleep better and if you have a nightmare I guarantee I’ll wake you up”. Studying his expression and glancing at the time on the stove fuck it’s already 5:20.

“Okay” was all you replied before he followed you to your bedroom after flicking the kitchen lights off.

You could feel the heat coming off of his body despite your shoulders being a whole foot away. It wasn’t an uncomfortable heat though, it was actually almost soothing. Like a heating pad on your back when that time of the month came, TMI analogy I know but it was true.

The sound of Jungkooks breath slowing down as he was brought back to sleep lulled you into your own slumber, thankfully before morning light streamed through your window.

The sounds of two alarms going off at once blared into your ears. With a groan you reached blindly forward towards your phone with usually lay on the nightstand. Instead of the cool plastic case that enshrouded your phone, your hair was met with a fistful on floppy hair.

Your eyes had never shot open so fast before in your life. Blinking slowly, you stared at the unmoving body that held you in his arms as you were pressed to his defined chest. How was he still so peacefully asleep with alarms blaring? His lips were softly pouted as he dreamt and his eyelashes looked like ebony feathers racing the tops of his cheekbones. The mole under his lip almost hiding beneath his bottom lip as he pouted. He was beautiful and you, you..oh fuck I probably have morning breath and look like shit.

The attempt at detangling yourself from his grasp proved futile as his arms only pulled you closer until his heated breath fanned over your neck. You pushed back the shiver that ran up your back with every breath he took. With a deep breath of your own you pushed yourself backwards with all your might and managed to flop right off of the bed and land on the rug covering your floor.

Pulling yourself up to a sitting position you watched as he clutched your comforter under his chin as he was still asleep. Wake you up if you have a nightmare my ass. He managed to wake up from me SOFTLY cussing but alarms blaring do nothing.

You took the time that he was still asleep to brush your teeth and hair and even put a light dusting of makeup over your face. With a pop of mascara and brow gel brushing over your hairs, you pulled away from your bathroom mirror and ran your finger over the now scabbing slice over your cheek. The tinted moisturizer and powder evening out your complexion but not covering your wound as you knew it needed to heal without possibly getting infected with anything covering it. A soft swirl of bronzer over your temples and the edges of your face made you look more awake than you felt as you were currently a walking zombie (no offense to zombies).

Walking back into you room, another of Jungkook’s alarms was going off and he hadn’t even budged from his position. Jungkooks eyes shot open as both of your hands gripped his shoulders as you leaned over him, his name leaving your lips in a sort of loud groan/growl. A lazy smirk pulled over his lips as he cocked his left eyebrow up at you. “You know, if you wanted to groan my name I could make it a lot more fun for you.”

The fire that licked at your loins was doused with water as you stepped back from his frame and cross your arms over your chest. “It’s 10:30 and your alarm has been going off non stop. How the hell do you sleep through that?!” Jungkooks smirk was quickly replaced with a sheepish grin. “I’m really bad with alarms. I promise if it’s like someone telling me to wake up or something urgent like what I thought was an intruder last night I’ll wake up but alarms go off for about an hour before I actually wake up. Luna usually jumps on my face and paws as my cheeks so I can wake up cause she’s so fed up with the sound.” The image of a cat squishing his soft cheeks caused you to giggle.

“You look nice by the way, not that you didn’t last night. I’m just saying you get ready fast.” Jungkook left to the bathroom after you thanked him for his compliment. Your feet pattered against the wooden floor as you searched through your closet for something to wear.

The light blue boyfriend style jeans being oh so comfy yet hugged your ass in just the right way. A worn grey/black Nirvana shirt with plenty of holes and gashes served its purpose in covering your torso and a pair of OG black checkered slip on vans completed your road trip outfit.

You slipped on your favorite birthstone embedded ring over your thumb when Jungkook entered your room in search of his phone. “I’m ready whenever you are” you nodded in understanding and grabbed an oversized navy blue hoodie in case you got cold. After a quick interval debate, you decided it would be best to pack extra clothes in case you stayed the night back home. Telling Jungkook of your decision, you hurriedly shoved a couple of random graphic tees, a pair of pajama leggings, an extra pair of socks and your back up travel size toiletries into a satchel along with your phone charger.

With a quick look through your purse to make sure you had everything you needed you followed Jungkook out of your apartment and into his sleek black luxurious vehicle. “I sent Jimin a text telling him I’d be gone for a day or two so he could watch Luna. Speaking of Luna, she’s very cautious of new people so if she avoids you please don’t take it personally.” you nodded your head in understanding and your eyes followed the passing high rise buildings from the window. While you hadn’t really explored the city you remembered this area being upscale from the few school trips and random road trips with the boys you had been part of.

The sunlight streaming through the windows was cut off as you all pulled into an underground garage that was attached to a high rise building, rows of expensive cars lined up in their parking spaces and you instantly felt underdressed. Picking at the holes in your jeans you softly nibbled the inside of your cheek as Jungkook pulled into his spot.

The garage level elevator dinged as you all entered the space and you let your eyes roam around. The walls were mirrored chrome, the rails looked as if they had been recently polished and the floor was a crisp white marble against your worn in shoes. “I could always just wait in the car..I don’t exactly look the part right now.” Your cheek was pulled between your teeth and the dark haired man shook his head adamantly. “You look fine y/n, plus I wouldn’t want to leave you in the dark garage while I took who knows how long getting ready.” He had been right, the garage lights seemed to be motion activated so they only lit up when a car pulled in or occupants exited the elevator or stairwell, so you would in fact be shrouded in darkness.

As the elevator doors opened to the 30th floor your eyebrows shot up at the modern design of the hallway. Marble floors seemed to extend over the ground here as well. The walls were a soft grey toned taupe color that was accentuated by the dark stained wood crown molding. Above your head, the ceiling had the same color as the walls except rows of squares were made with the crown molding and in the middle of each square sat a mirror which aided in making the space look large. In front of the elevator was a thin console table colored with the same wood as the molding, atop the counter stood a few silver toned vases that were filled with bunches of white hydrangeas and soft pink roses.

You had noticed that unlike your building that held many doors along the hallways of each floor, this building or maybe it was just this floor but as you turned right and followed Jungkook you had only seen one or two white wooden numbered doors. The glass and chrome mini chandeliers lit your way as you turned another right and ended up in front of another hall with two doors, one of either side.

Setting his palm over the electronic keypad, Jungkook entered 4 numbers followed by a green ‘enter’ button and the locking mechanism clicked as is unlocked. With a turn of the handle, the door was softly swung open and you followed Jungkook though the threshold.

With a flick of a light switch, the apartment was now illuminated. Damn, so this is how the other half live. The kitchen to your left was a completely open space, a large white marble topped island with silver metal stools separated the space from a long black wooden table and chair set that sat at least 6-8 people.

To your right was a large living area complete with a built in black wooden console and shelving that housed a massive flat screen in the middle. Atop a shelf to the right of the tv were multiple different gaming consoles and rows of what you assumed to be games and dvd’s. Encircling the area were plush medium grey couches that formed a large sectional, to the side were two light grey nailhead trimmed wingback chairs. In the middle of the couches was a coffee table that looked as if it was made of twisting large logs that were dipped in liquid silver with a clear glass square top. In between both wingback chairs stood an endurable that matched the coffee table but at a much smaller scale. Tucked against a wall next to one side of the sectional couch was a chrome finished standing floor lamp with square shaped glass encircling the lightbulbs. Along the wall of the open dining and living area were large dark grey curtains that seemed to hide massive windows that looked as if they were floor to ceiling from what you could see.

The walls in the dining area held various modern eclectic paintings but besides that, the walls were pretty barren. The soft light grey almost white of the walls made the space look exceptionally clean. A loud purr and something rubbing against your left ankle took you out of your thoughts and appreciation of the beautiful space.

A small black bundle of fur was circling around you leg as it rubbed itself against the tops of your shoes. Bending down you smiled softly at loud purrs that Luna was letting out. A big pair of green eyes landed on yours and Luna meowed up at you. Extending your hands towards her head, you softly scratched behind her ears as she nuzzled her head against your fingers.

In front of you knelt a dumbfounded Jungkook as he seemingly waiting for Luna to come to him but instead came to you for attention. “Luna, i’m your dad! How could you? I get that she’s pretty but didn’t you miss me?” A small pout graced the mans lips and you couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped your lips. He resembled a child that got his gameboy taken away from him.

“Well since she seems to like you, I’m going to shower real quick and change. Make yourself at home. Theres food in the fridge but I was thinking of maybe picking up something for the road if that’s cool with you.” You let him know that was more than fine with you as your tummy was starting to grumble. Standing from your previously knelt position you watched as he entered a room to the left of the dining area, only two doors lined the wall and before you could ask what the other was, his mop of hair entered your vision from a small space as the door re opened. “Theres a bathroom in the door to the left of the little hall next to the living room.” With that, the man closed his bedroom door again and you followed Luna to the massive couch as she seemed to want you to sit and give her more attention.

She said in your lap as you smoothed your hands over her sleek black fur. You noted her bowl of food and some high tech water system on the side of the kitchen island and smiled at the little plaque reading “Luna” nailed into the white wood of the kitchen island over her bowls. You loved your couch, you really did but as your butt sank into the cushions of the sectional, you sighed. What the fuck did Jungkook do to live this lavishly?

You scrolled through your phone with one hand as you pet the cute fur ball atop your lap with the other. You had sent a text to your parents and your friends asking if they were free this afternoon as you were coming back home and needed to talk. The text was answered immediately with worry from your mom and you assured her you were fine. Jin had asked if you needed a ride from the train station but you had let him know you were being driven by a friend to which your friends had a plethora of questions ready.

With another sigh you worked your fingers over the touchscreen, answering as many of the questions as you could with a promise of ‘i’ll tell you the rest when I get there’.

You didn’t knew how much time had passed but you assumed it to be a short span before a door opened and Jungkook emerged with slightly damp hair and a new outfit. The dark denim hugged his thighs and you tried your best not to drool. A plain black crew neck shirt and dark grey hoodie covered his torso and you internally were little jealous at how someone dressed so casually could look like they were walking the stage at new you fashion week. In your mind you were miss potato and he was a greek sculpture.

Slipping on a pair of black combat boots he gripped the small leather overnight bag between his fingers and planted a kiss to the top of Lunas head as she hopped off of your lap and stood on the back of the couch. “Ready?” Your feet followed his as he exited his apartment and before you both could reach the elevator door, a shrill voice called out to you both.

“Jungkook! You weren’t home last night, I tried to bring you a slice of tiramisu that I had ordered from Ronaldos but you weren’t home.” The blonde pouted her pink colored lips and her big brown doe eyes bat innocently. “Oh you had a friend with you.” The word friend seemed to be accentuated more than the others as she twist a strand of her curled hair between her manicured fingers.

“Oh, yeah I didn’t come home last night, thanks for the thought though.” Jungkook politely called out. “Another night at Jimins? I love a good bromance. Or perhaps a long night at the office? I told you that you needed to relax a little sometimes. You’re always welcome at my place.” Her lips grinned lasciviously as she stepped towards you both slightly and ran her fingers up Jungkooks fabric covered arm to his shoulder. She acted as if you weren’t even standing there not even a couple of feet away.

“No thank you Melissa, I already told you I’m fine.” Her manicured nails curled around Jungkooks bicep and she hummed. “But you seemed to be more than fine last time you came over. Why don’t you come over right now?”.

“No” Jungkook sternly answered and turned his back to her after shaking off her grip. Not a single step was taken before she gripped his bicep and moved to turn him to face her. Your eyes followed the movement as she leaned in close to his face. You told yourself the annoyance that filled your body was simply because she was taking up your precious time that could be spent driving not the fact that she so calmly set her paws all over the man that had you feeling all sorts of tingles when you were with him.

“Come on, we both know you had fun Jungkook. Just tell your friend you’ll hang out later” Her voice lilting as she drug out the ‘kook’. Her hand trailed to the side of his face and she thumbed his cheek.

You suddenly felt your wrist being pulled as Jungkooks large hand wrapped around yours and pulled you towards his chest which had now been turned to face you. A heated palm softly cup your cheek and you couldn’t even ask what was going on, Melissa’s large eyes being the last thing you saw before Jungkooks face took over your vision. Plush lips pressed against yours firmly yet so soft as the breath seemed to leave your body with a squeak. “Jungkook wha-“ Melissa’s lips snapped shut as he deepened the kiss with a palm flat against the small of your back. Your mouths now open against one another but no tongue was introduced.

As he pulled back, Jungkook hovered his mouth over yours, his breath coming out hot against your lips. “Melissa, I’ve said it before i’ll say it again. That won’t ever happen again and no I wasn’t at Jimin’s nor was I at the office. I spent all night with this ‘friend’ of mine. Speaking of which we gotta go, long day and night ahead of us.” At the word ‘friend’ Jungkooks palm moved from the small of your back to your hip and gripped softly. With the last word leaving his lips he winked at you and turned both of your bodies away from Melissa and towards the elevator.

When the doors closed and the garage button was pressed Jungkook let out a long breath he seemed to have held. “I’m so so so sorry for that y/n. You just don’t understand how many times I’ve let her down nicely. I made one fucking mistake when I was drunk off my ass from being depressed thinking of my mom’s death and I just I don’t know, I knocked on her door and it happened. I left right after and told her it was a mistake on my part for taking advantage of her kindness and offers but that it wouldn’t happen again and that I hoped she’d understand but obviously she didn’t understand. It’s been like 6 months since it happened and she still hasn’t stopped and I just wanted to shut her up. I’m so fucking sorry I pushed the kiss onto you, I just took the opportunity of having a female especially an attractive one at that being there with me to show her I meant it when I said no.”

Laughter filled the elevator as it dinged, the doors opening. “It’s okay. You’ve helped me over and over again these passed couple of days, I’ll just chalk it up to helping you. Plus it was just a kiss, don’t freak too much. You literally look like a ‘dear in the headlights’ except change the dear to a bunny.” Jungkook pouted his plump bottom lip as the lights overhead turned on while you both walked to his car.

You wouldn’t admit the tingles and butterflies you had around him were intensified when his lips met yours. You felt as if you were ignited from the inside out, the same way you had felt at the club and it took everything you had in yourself to not reach up and grip his hair to pull him closer as you slipped your tongue into his mouth right in front of the blonde watching.

A shiver ran up your spine at the thought and you bit down hard on your top lip, your teeth sinking into the soft flesh to keep you from dwelling on the situation that you had built up in your mind.

The smell of breakfast tacos wafted through the car as you both munched on your food. Bags of snacks and drinks sat at your feet and the soft hum of the radio gave the start of the trip a chill vibe as Jungkook connected his bluetooth to his stereo system.

The ride was peaceful even with the little bouts of Jungkook obviously speeding on the semi deserted highway. You noted that he had a beautiful voice as he hummed to Billie Eilish’s ‘You should see me in a crown’. The bottled espresso drink you chugged had helped awaken you and you found yourself bobbing your head along with his playlist of songs.

With a text of ‘Just got into town, will be there soon’ you gave Jungkook the directions of the streets he should turn onto to get to your parents shop.

Pulling up to the little shop you knew and loved, you lead the way up the pavement to the wooden door with the sign now saying ‘closed’. It had only been a little passed 4 when you both arrived but you figured your parents would have closed the store early when you texted them that you would be visiting. Your father had suggested the meeting place be the shop to which you all agreed. With a quick glance behind you, Jin’s small suv sat parked next to your parents car and Namjoons dark blue Jetta.

With a deep breath in your knuckles rasped against the wood of the door as you knocked. The door creaked open and you were immediately pulled from your spot to a solid body you immediately recognized as Taehyungs by his earthy natural scent.

Your hands shot up defensively as you quickly informed everyone that you’d explain the now scabbing small wound on your cheek and bandaged hand in a bit as that was part of the reason why you were here. At the word ‘cut’ your friends eyes shot open but before he could ask you shook your head to solidify the fact that you wouldn’t be answering his question until later.

A big boxy grin widened across his face as he pulled away and you were pulled into another pair of arms. Jin hugged you tight as his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you pat his back. The third pair of arms that encircled you belonged to Namjoons and you held him tight as it had been awhile since you had last seen the man.

Your mom and dad embraced you in a group hug you didn’t know you needed and when they finally pulled away you watched as your mom wiped away the stray tear that made its way down her left cheek.

“Everyone, this is Jungkook. He’s helped me while i’ve been in the city.” Your friends eyes scanned over his broad frame as your parents bid him a warm hello.

“Yours a magick holder and a strong one at that. Hi, I’m Jin.” With an extended hand he shook the mans tattooed one. “I am, you’re pretty strong too. Actually, you all are. I can feel your auras from here.” Jungkook’s hand waved as he gestured around the room. Namjoon introduced himself the same way Jin had and Taehyung stood there with a questioning glint in his eyes.

You knew that look, it was the same one he had on his face when they found out Joshua had been your first kiss, Brandon had asked you to prom and Chan had been you first boyfriend. Your friends were all protective of you but Taehyung showed it a little bit more, you knew he meant well and just wanted the best for you but it still sometimes got on your nerves when you had to remind him you were a grown ass woman. With that being said you were somewhat of a hypocrite, knowing you were super protective of the three men as well, you probably held that exact same look in your eyes when you met someone they were interested in.

“Jungkook, this is Taehyung. Tae this is Jungkook.” Taehyung nodded out a ‘hey’ as his right arms wrapped around your shoulders. With a shake of your head you followed your friends to the makeshift table and chairs they had set up near the bookcases, your parents already sitting on the two plush chairs that were always tucked into a corner in case shoppers wanted to sit down and read a bit before purchasing. Sitting yourself onto a lightly padded black folding chair you tucked your hands in front of you not knowing where to start.

“What’s bothering you honey? You’re biting the inside of your cheek and i know you do that when you’re stressed or deep in thought and not that I love that you’re here, I didn’t think we’d see you back so soon.” Your mom’s gentle voice questioned and you breathed deeply to center yourself before answering her.

“Mom, there’s so much I need to tell you well so much i need to tell all of you. But before I start. Jin, do you remember when I asked about those dreams ‘for a friend’?” Your fingers curled up into air quotes and he nodded with a seemingly knowing look crossing over his handsome features. “I think you already know but it wasn’t a friend, it was me.”

His chest rose and fell as he took in a deep breath as you confirmed his suspicions. You swallowed down imaginary saliva before you glanced around at your family surrounding you and opened your mouth to tell them about the nightmares and the weird feelings you’ve had to how you met Jungkook at your job and how he had saved you from the attack in the alleyway and witnessed your transformation of sorts.

By the end of your re-telling of events your moms face had paled and your friends donned eyes as big as saucers. Your dad gripped the edge of the table as his knuckles whitened and Jungkook sat beside you calmly.

With a shake of his head your father looked at your mom as you asked if they had any idea what could be happening. “You need to tell her.” It was cliche and straight from a teen fiction novel but the look in his eyes told you it wasn’t a light matter.

Reading the room your friends and Jungkook stood from their seats but your mom shook her head telling them to sit back down. “You all are as much of y/n’s family as we are. You need to hear this.” Moving her chair around, your mom moved closer until she was sitting right in front of you and half your hands into hers.

“When I was a little girl, I had met someone who would later become my best friend. Her and I met at the park you always loved as a child, the one where you’d swing and swing all day. Every week we met at that very park, we would talk and chase each other in a game of tag and just laugh like little kids do. I knew even back then that I’d had to hide my powers from her despite my younger self wanting nothing but to show her I could sprout a small dandelion front a pile of dirt. Back then Magick holders were even more strict with not getting too close to regular humans. It was out of fear that those thoughts were made, we would be cordial with them but never get too close.

As I grew older the want to tell her about Magick grew stronger. We would meet multiple times a week and confided in each other with so much but I was scared of how she would react. One day while waiting for her to meet me by the little dirt mound that was shaded by a big oak tree, I fiddled with the dirt. My fingers brushing the earth until I mindlessly let some of my magick out. A path of babies breath sprouted from the earth through my fingertips and before I could make it go away, shoes cam into my vision. I didn’t even have to explain as that little girl just smiled and sat right down next to me. I probably looked like a fish with how my mouth was opening and closing but she simply placed her hand on mine and asked if I could keep a secret.” A deep breath exited your moms lips before she continued.

“She held magick I had only heard about. As she brought her hands to cup over mine, a bright white orb of light manifested before bursting into golden butterflies. She told me her parents had taught her to hide her magick aura from others and that’s why I hadn’t felt her aura. She said she had wanted to tell me especially since I was a fellow magick holder but was scared of her parents finding out.

From then on our bond grew. I had been so happy when we found out we would both be attending the same high school. Your father- or well my husband and I met in a shared english class and she and him became quick friends after I had introduced the two. The three of us had become close friends but I always kept her secret from everyone. When her parents passed in our sophomore year she stayed over at my house to help with her grieving. They had been the only family she had and the only light holders she knew. After we had graduated high school she left with the promise of coming back and visiting despite me spending with her not to leave. With a bright smile she left for the city in hopes of finding other light holders and learning more about her magick.”

Your mom’s grip on your hands had tightened and your brows furrowed at how she had referred to your father as her husband. “I had stopped hearing from her a month in to her trip and I feared for the worst. I had even gone to the city in search of her but to no avail. About a year and a half later, a knock was heard at our front door and imagine my surprise when I got up in the middle of the night and opened the door to a very pregnant her standing on the porch of my husband and I’s new home. I let her in immediately after greeting her with a big hug. She looked terrified and clutched her stomach between her arms. She was sweating and looked as if she was having trouble standing. When my husband awake from the noise in the living room she took our hands into hers and pleaded that no mater what happened to her that we would take care of the baby she was carrying. I tried to ask her what she meant but she once again asked before taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth.

I throw car keys at my husband as I knew she had started to go into labor. Her water breaking and streaming down the legs of her sweat pants making me wrap my arms around her and guide her towards the awaiting car. When we arrived at the hospital she gripped my hand and please once again with me. With a yes I told her it would all be alright and she was wheeled to the birthing room.

A few hours later I was called into the room and she lay there with a bundled baby in her arms. She looked so tired not just from giving birth but like something else was weighing on her mind. She asked me if I remembered saying yes to taking care of the baby when something happen to her. She was so sure something would happen and it confused me.

A few days later she and her baby came to live with us as I adamantly gave her no other choice and she agreed as long as I kept ‘my promise’ she said. We were sitting in the living room a few days after she had been living with us and I asked why she had been saying something was going to happen to her. I told her I would go back on my promise if she didn’t tell me and with a shake of her head she looked at the little bundle of joy in her arms. She told me the father of the baby was a dark magick holder but was adamant he had not been a bad person. She said she was scared of some of the people that surrounded him and that when she had realized she was pregnant she started planning to get away in fear of what would happen to the child had she stayed around those people. While I was shocked to say the least, I just sat and listened to her.

It was approximately two weeks and one day later that she got up and left to what she said was the grocery store. Hours passed and at one point the baby I had been rocking to sleep started crying. There was an overwhelming feeling that took over my body and I knew something wasn’t right. We searched for her that night around town but came up empty handed, we had even filed a police report the next day. Two days later a body was found by the local river in a small shack that had been burned down. The body belonged to my friend, the police said it looked as if she had been in a burning building and died from smoke inhalation but the burned shack had been but ruins for years as the fire that took place had happened over a decade ago. Police searched for her killer but I knew it was dark magic, the soot the fear she had it all made so much sense.

That’s why I feared for you going to the city. Deep ties to dark magick lie within that city. Stories were told while I was in high school of light holders being hunted by dark magick holders in fear that they would try to stop their insidious ways. Dark Magick was not given like our other elemental powers were. A long time ago a group of Elemental holders; one of each element, came together in want for more power. They were power hungry witches with dark desires. They prayed to the dark Gods for immense power and even made sacrifices of living beings. In answer of their want, they were stripped of their elements as the Goddess did not want such people to hold power given by her. After their power was stripped, the dark Gods came together and granted them with dark magick. Like light magick, it is very rare, passed down by generations of holders who shared the same power. However, a person with enough wickedness can bring forth dark magick by sacrifice and doing the bidding of the Dark Deities wishes.”

Your brows furrowed as you took in all the information. “Y/n you were her child. I promised I would take care of you and I have. Believe me when I tell you I never told you of your birth because I wanted to protect you. I was scared they would take you from me like they had taken her. I never told you of your parents powers because you never showed signs of power. I had hoped you would be able to live a normal life.” Tears had streamed down your mothers face and you pulled her into a tight hug.

You had been crying as well and you reached for fathers hand. “You both are my parents okay? I don’t care that you didn’t give birth to me. You raised me, you’ve been there for me.”

“I’m so sorry y/n, I tried to keep you from all of this but it seems you’ve started showing signs of power. If we had told you then maybe we could prepare you.” You tightened your grip on your parents hands and you shook your head adamantly, telling them no. They had done what they thought was right and you were grateful for that.

“I felt it, a long time ago. When I had first practiced protection spells in your room with Tae and Joon. I felt this power trying to push through the barrier but I didn’t put much thought into it. Then when you were telling me about the nightmares I just had this weird feeling but you said it wasn’t you so I believed it.” Jin’s voice was shaken and you shook your head. “I told you it was someone else because I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest.” Jin stood from his seat and engulfed you in a big hug to which you reciprocated. His embrace felt comforting and you needed it as you took in all the information you had just been given.

A while later and more comforting embraces and conversations your father looked over the table towards Jungkook. “So y/n said you have the element of fire? Thats not very common, well not like air and water.” Jungkook nodded his head in answer and your father smiled. “Thank you for saving our daughter and bringing her here. You’ve been a real help and should she go back to the city like I know she will despite us asking her not to. I ask that you please keep an eye out for her.” You mother had been pleading with you to stay but you assured her you couldn’t do that to your lease on your apartment or your job. You told your parents you were going to learn more about your power should it come forth again and you weren’t going to run away from it.

You friends weren’t very pleased with your decision and as you all decided to go back to your parents for dinner, Jin stood. “If you want to go back, I’m moving too. I’m not okay with you being alone, even if you have Jungkook as a friend to help.”

Taehyung and Namjoon both stood in agreement and you shook your head. “Guys you all have lives and jobs here, I’m not that far away you could just vis-“. “Y/n we could just visit hight now and look what happened! What happens if that man comes back and Jungkook isn’t there or what if you need help controlling your powers. I can always apply for jobs there with my qualifications and my life here? I mainly just have you all as friends.”

Jin was going to budge and you knew it. “If that’s what you insist on doing then fine but you’re not moving in with me.” You all cleaned up the makeshift table and you followed your friends out of the store while your father locked up.

“I’ll apartment search.” Jin huffed out and Namjoon said he’d be able to transfer colleges easily to the city with his GPA. Taehyung added that while he’d have to wait for his semester to end he’d be sure to go when it ended in a couple of months. It was now apparently decided that Jin would be giving his two weeks for work when he went in for his next shift and that him and Namjoon would be moving to the city soon, with Taehyung in tow in the coming months despite your disagreement. They assured you that you’d live your own life and they wouldn’t crowd you, they’d only be there when you needed them.

The drive to your parents house was filled in silence as you mulled over the fact that you had had a different set of birth parents. You still hoped that your power wouldn’t arise again and that you’d be able to continue living a normal life but part of you knew that would never happen. Jungkook had asked how you were feeling while he kept his eyes on the road ahead of you both and you mumbled out an ‘I don’t know’.

Pulling up to the wood and brick home you had grown up in, you exited the car with Jungkook in tow as your parents invited you all in.

Dinner had gone surprisingly well despite the obvious stress that resonated in each of you and hung over the home. As your best friends hugged you goodnight with a promise of ‘see you tomorrow’ and ‘I can’t be here when you leave in the morning but you bet your butt i’m serious with moving to the city’. Rolling your eyes at Jin you waved them off and turned to enter the warm home. The heat of the house warming your arms from the chilly late night air.

Jungkook had been scrolling through his phone when you reached him. “What’re you looking at?” You asked. “Looking for a nearby hotel so that I can come pick you up in the morning.” Your mom had overheard his answer and placed her open palm on his shoulder with a shake of her head. “Nonsense, you’re already here, might as well stay the night and save the hotel fee. i promise we have better breakfast too.” A chuckle lit her face and Jungkook gave in, not wanting to argue with your mom.

“Perfect, you can sleep in y/n’s room or the couch as the guest bedroom is currently being renovated from a few days ago when my lovely husband exploded an experimental ‘sudden shower’ potion that went awfully awry. Your mother hadn’t mentioned that in your daily texts and she shrugged at your questioning face and scrunched eyebrow.

Jungkook entered the living room with both of your bags that had been placed in his back seat earlier that day clutched into his right hand effortlessly.

You hugged both of your parents goodnight and led Jungkook to your downstairs room that had been secluded from the upstairs bedrooms. When you were about 15 you had pleaded with you parents to give you the downstairs bedroom and make your then bedroom an office or the guest bedroom. You stated that you needed to privacy and with nothing but a wall between rooms, you weren’t able to live your ‘teen life’. After many days of ‘No’s’, your mother had finally agreed to the switch when you reasoned with her that blasting your Whitesnake CD had always annoyed her nightly meditation. She still had threatened to kick your ass if she found any boy in your room without her knowledge to which you retorted with ‘what if i’m a lesbian’ to which girls were then treated in the same manor as possible male ‘corrupters’ of her daughter.

The overhead lights illuminated your bedroom as you gestured your hand to the door on the right. “The bathroom is over there in case you want to freshen up or anything.” With a nod of his head, Jungkook took his bag with him to the conjoined bathroom and you opened you overnight bag to pull the necessities you’d need for the night. You’d have to share your bed with Jungkook yet another night but you weren’t made uncomfortable by the idea in the slightest. In fact it was the total opposite, he had made you comfortable despite the tingles in the pit of your stomach he sometimes made you feel.

If you were being honest, it had been one hell of a few days, almost too much for one single person to take in. In the span of a little less than a week you had moved to a new city, got a new job, met a man that would later save your life, been attacked by a magick holder, come into a power you still wished would never resurface and learned that the couple that had raised you and been all you’d known as a family hadn’t been your biological parents. It was as if life was working way too fast and all you wanted was so be able to live a normal-is life or at the very least if all of this had to happen, could it at least happen over time? Not all within such a short period of time? The Goddess and God worked in mysterious ways and you tried to believe they had a plan for you.

With a quick prayer to the Great Mother you sat at the end of the bed and took a few deep breathes to center your chakras. The air pushing from your lungs acted as a metaphor for the stress literally being carried away by the element of air.

The door to your conjoined bathroom opened with a slight creek. Jungkook had kept the same plain T shirt as before but had changed his earlier pants for a pair of thin cotton deep blue pajama pants that hugged at his thighs when he sat on an empty side of your bed, the bed dipping slightly with his larger frame.

A clear of your throat kickstarted your motions as you made your way to your bathroom to get changed.

Your soft flannel pajama pants felt like heaven against your legs, the worn in fabric replacing your denim jeans. You relished in the clean feeling your cleanser had given your face as you brushed your teeth, the bristles working in tandem with the minty paste against your teeth and gums.

Patting the rose face oil over your skin as the last part of your skincare you bundled your worn clothes into a ball and tucked it under your arm. Clicking the light switch off you softly closed the door behind you and made your way to your overnight bag that sat next to your bed to place your bundle inside.

Your bottom slightly dipped into the mattress as you sat down on the other side of Jungkook who had been leaning back on your headboard with his cellphone in his hands. A soft glow from the nightstand lamp was cast over the man to your sides features as the overhead light had been turned off by the time you made your way out of your bathroom.

“Hey, I’m sorry for imposing. I just really didn’t want to turn down your mothers generosity.” Jungkooks body had turned towards yours slightly and you shook your head in answer. “You aren’t imposing at all. If anything, i’m sort for imposing on your life. I feel like I’ve drug you down this rabbit hole of sorts and you’ve been nothing but there for me. I know you told me to stop apologizing but still. Thank you for everything. Also, there’s no way my mom would’ve taken no for an answer if you had tried to turn down her offer.” A light chuckle escaped your lips as you both smiled.

Shifting under the thin covers your mother had replaced your plush comforter with you leaned your body down against the mattress and reached for your cellphone to set alarms and check your social media.

The bed further dipped as Jungkook mimicked your posture as he laid his larger frame against your shared space. You nodded when he asked if you had wanted the lamp off and soon the only light that illuminated the area came from each of your cellphone screens.

Your bedroom was soon shrouded in darkness as both of your devices now sat on either nightstand. The ebony haired man mumbled a set goodnight as his breath seemed to slow and even out. Exhaustion took over as your eyelids fluttered closed as you entered your dream world, this time instead of darkness, your dreams were filled with jars of herbs as your parents whipped up potions and laughter as your friends watched Taehyung fumble with bottles as he helped prepare the concoctions.

A heat crept up the side of your neck as you stirred awake. Leaning your body back slightly you sighed in comfort as a comfortable heat enveloped your back. Your actions were stopped short when a soft groan sounded against your ear, the arms that had been wrapped around your middle now gripped at your hips to still their shuffle backwards.

The chirping of birds was heard through the room but sunlight had failed to fully penetrate the thick curtains that covered the windows shrouding your room in a very dim light. Your eyes shot open at the groan that entered your eardrums and the soft vibrations against your back as the sound reverberated off of a strong chest. Your heart drummed against your ribcage as you tried to dislodge your body from the larger one behind you.

A pass of your bottom against something hard and protruding caused a familiar feeling of arousal to flood the pit of your stomach. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip and the fingers gripping onto your hips shifted to your stomach, palms flattening over the soft skin under your shirt.

“Don't move, I just…need to calm down” A deep voice mumbled from behind, a bit gravely from sleep which hadn’t helped the stewing hints of arousal that set itself into pit of your stomach.

Shifting your thighs slightly, your eyes clamped shut as you tried your best to steady your breathing before mumbling an answer. Afraid of the possible sounds that could try an escape your throat if you replied, you managed a slight nod.

The closeness of his body set your aflame and you felt yourself getting dizzy with a mixture of need and heat. A clench of your thighs caused your ass muscles to squeeze slightly and Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut with a bruising grip on your stomach.

He was really trying to keep himself from doing anything, given that you both were currently in your parents house and you undoubtably had gone through enough lately but the quiet whine that escaped your clenched lips caused his flattened palm to press you back against him.

With a short thrust of his hips, his covered bulge met the curve of your ass. The movement mixed with the clenching of your thighs caused a lovely friction against your core and you leaned your neck back against the curve of his shoulder as his hips repeated the motion.

Long fingers splayed themselves against your lower abdomen as your hips moved back to meet his short yet powerful pelvic movements. The cold metal of Jungkooks rings feeling like ice against your heated skin as your shirt rode higher up your torso.

A low groan came up from the depths of your throat as you ground your hips hard against Jungkooks moving ones. “Y/n, you’re playing with fire right now.” The husky voice sounding in your ear making you feel the ghost of lips over the shell of your ear.

“Maybe I wan’t to get burned.” If the groan Jungkook let out earlier was arousing, the sound that currently escaped his throat was almost enough to send you over the edge.

The hand that gripped your hip now trail down to your covered thighs, his fingers dipping into the soft flesh. The raise of your leg caused you to feel his clothed member more clearly and a thrust of his hips had you reaching up towards his scalp to tug at the silky black locks that covered his head.

“Fuc-“ “Y/n! Jungkook! Breakfast is ready.” The voice of your mom was heard from the other side of your bedroom door and as if in a trance you both sprung up from your positions on your bed.

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‘cough’ CoCK bLoCK ‘cough’. Hi ily for reading this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it!

-C or Potittiess

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We all could benefit from or help others from this post. It truly is a shame acts like this happen.

Please, reblog! IIt’s called self defense. Apart from having here, in the US, one of the highest cases of homicide and rape in the world and high rate of GBV, think about how this could help your mother or sister

#self defence techniques #selfdefense #help #forwomen #formen #help someone #help others

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Seance Season

Chapter 1: New Beginnings, New Fears

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader. Non romantic mentions of other BTS members.

Words: 17,500+

Rating: PG 13 but will be M in later chapters.

Genre: Magick, Witch au. Fluff, Angst and Smut. Slight Horror.

Pls excuse if there are any spelling or grammatical errors. I don’t really have a beta or anything to scan for anything like that <3

Taglist: @a-mess-of-fandoms @dnyad @mwitsmejk @ggukkieland

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“That was the last box, leggo eggo” Seokjin singsonged as he threw an arm around your shoulders while you bid the house you grew up in goodbye. Wiping the stray tear forming in your left eye barely wetting your thick lashes, you turned to him and nodded with a small bob of your head.

Slipping your body onto the black cushiony seats of Seokjins SUV, you tugged at the seatbelt realizing it when you heard the familiar click on the metal bar inserting into the mechanism locking in place. With a turn of the key the engine came to life and soon you both were making your way down the street. The dangling piece of clear quartz hanging from a hematite lanyard glinted in the sunlight as it swayed from the cars rear view mirror bringing you back to your thoughts that had been consuming you as you both loaded up the remaining boxes into the truck of the car.

Growing up in a Magickal family had been amazing. Your parents had loved you unconditionally despite you not having any ‘active’ or even ‘non active powers’ and that alone was enough. Your childhood was spent watching as your parents brewed up special concoctions and recited spells of protection. The home you grew up in held an aura of safety that you always looked forward to being bundled in and the smell of fresh burning herbs sitting in a mortar and pestle your mom had been working on lulled you into a peaceful headspace.

It was your eighteenth birthday that solidified the fact that you were truly a person without Magick. You had seen it coming, you were never able to call upon the elements like your parents nor were you able to read the words that were written in an ancient spell book and successfully perform an incantation or brew a potion that successfully did anything beyond create an aromatic oil no matter how hard you tried.

Being born from Magick holders and not having Magick yourself wasn’t exactly rare, there were children birthed from all sorts of Magick holders who never came into their own magic, sort of like Filch from Harry Potter (Minus the bad attitude).

With that being said, you knew some people in the magick community looked at you differently. For your parents had held substantial amounts of magic and their shop supplied many people with their Magickal and not so Magickal goods.

You were lucky enough to have such caring parents and a few amazing best friends that never treated you differently for not having the power of Magick.

Seokjin did not have active Magick but he was powerful with incantations, the words leaving his lips during invocations had always held a certain aura that made you look on in awe and the spell was always complete with a surge of power. He was the child of your moms childhood friend and from practically baby ages he was taking care of you, which had blossomed into a friendship you couldn’t live without.

Namjoon was another one of your friends without active Magick, but his potions and elixirs were no joke. From a liquid that produced inferno fire to a powder sachet that induced the strongest of infatuations towards the person that had given it to you. You had met him in middle school when Seokjin sensed his Magickal aura from across the cafeteria and you, him and Taehyung made your way to the boy that has been reading what you recognized as the second installment of the Harry Potter series. Seokjin started the conversation but you were the one who caused the boy to smile, joking about how ironic it was that a witch was reading a fiction book about Magick.

Taehyung had the active power of earth. He helped your mom with the massive amount of herbs, roots and flowers they grew or ‘magically sprouted’ for the shop. From the tips of his fingers, a pale green smoke like air would flow and a sapling could grow into a tree that looked like it had been growing for a hundred years. You had once witnessed him call upon mother earth to cause roots to break through the ground and tug a boy down onto the grass covered dirt after the boy had used his air magic to pull at your hair and whip it around like a mini tornado causing you pain. The boy had started bullying you when he found out you weren’t like him as your parents were inside the shop talking to his and you had asked if he had wanted to play. Taehyungs parents were purchasing Yarrow root powder at the time and 8 year old him had witnessed the attack from the garden window leading to the back. From them on you two had been great friends.

While Magick holders and active Magick especially, was not known to non magical humans, the amount of people now finding healing through crystals, herbs and the like made for a pretty prosperous business for your parents.

A warm hand brought you out of your headspace causing you to look up and out of the window. The dark brown brick building surrounded by bushes of brightly colored flowers of all shapes, colors and sizes came into view. A sign attached to a stake in the ground leading up to a grey concrete pathway read “Universal Auras: Crystals, Candles, Herbs, and Incense”.

Exiting the car with Seokjin in tow the sign on the front door jingled as you pushed the wood inwards and stepped a black combat boot through the threshold of the shop. A rush of burning Palo Santo and lit Dragonsblood invaded your senses and you smiled at the familiar feeling of safety and peace that the shop had given you all these years.

Your eyes followed the rows of bookshelves that were lined and organized by anything from Herbs to Modern Religions. Smaller tables held baskets of different kinds of woods, barks and resins and atop them stood small shelves of that organizes various incense sticks and cones. Along the wall where the front door currently sat was long island-like counters that held various vessels for dry potion making and grinders for herbs in square shelves, on top of them stood candles of various colors, shapes and heights, some with labels and some with pendants or charms dangling from the rim.

On the wall to the right of the door were built in shelving units that housed bottles of oils & liquids, rows of organized jars that held dried and fresh herbs, roots and flowers and mini statues of various Gods, Goddesses and other worshipped Diets & Spirits. Talismans and carved symbols of protection like Pentacles, Hamsa’s and Ankh’s sat on the shelf under the statues. Under the Protection statues were carved symbols of balance, such as Yin-Yang, The Scales and Infinity knot.

On the far left passed the bookshelves was a mid sized room where your parents brewed potions and consulted other magic holders, helping with their needs that was also disguised as a ‘staff only’ area. On the wall that separated the room from the rest of the shop hung a tapestry that had the sky above you knew as the upper world with an ethereal glow that represented the element of spirit, the underworld below that was made of a deep grey almost black fabric. Woven in the middle of the tapestry was a being that looked human with the various chakras on the body you knew as the middle realm, and the four earthbound elements such as Earth, Air, Fire & Water that were stitched North, South, East and West of the body in the middle.

The back wall to the right of the room was a door that led out to the fenced in garden where your mom had rows and rows of planted herbs and flowers sprouting from the ground. When you were young you had spent countless hours outside speaking to the plants and helping with tending to the delicate yet mighty nature in front of you.

In the middle of the shop was a giant glass counter that held various types of Crystals, Gems and Metals. The shelves inside of the counter held jewelry, the glinting rocks that were secured to the metal or wood of the pieces were imbued with different types of magic that would amplify the power of the crystals. Atop the counter sat a slew of small oil twigs that twist and turned to curl up into a makeshift jewelry holder that held pendulums of different kinds.

Next to the built in shelves on the right sat a smaller counter that you knew all too well from days that you had worked at the shop and charged customers with the very register that still sat atop the dark wooden counter. Taehyung who had just finished charging a customer sat behind the counter, his light brown hair casting a small shadow on his forehead. Lifting a dark green sweater covered wrist into the air, he waved the customer goodbye before his eyes landed on your form next to Seokjins. With his mouth breaking out into a boxy smile he all but sprinted towards you both and engulfed both of your bodies into a tight hug.

“OOOH you smell good” Taehyung said with another sniff of Seokjins marled blue t shirt causing the older man to place a hand on his forehead and stop him from sniffing any further. “Thanks but no I’m not lending you my new cologne, I still haven’t gotten my favorite aftershave back.” With a pout the puppy-like man pulled back and sighed as he shook his head. “I have no recollection of this.” with a giggle escaping your parted lips you asked where your parents were despite already knowing the answer.

Your feet took you to where you needed to be and you took a deep breath as your black nail polished fingers wrapped around the chrome door handle. Pushing the door forward you smiled, your moms fingers were hovering over a giant indoor planter as the seeds automatically sprouted and a lush blue sage perennial stood in its place within seconds. Your father to her right swirled water between his fingers before sliding in a steady stream down into vials that held various powders that were sitting on the work bench in front of him. With a circular movement of his index finger, a medium sized orb of water left his finger, growing bigger until it flew to the planter your mom had been working on, soaking the dirt surrounding the sage.

“I’m leaving now” softly left your lips before your father overtook your frame in a tight hug. Raising your arms to his shoulder you gently pat his back as he reminded you over and over that you didn’t have to go, you could ‘stay home with them forever’. “I don’t think forever is feasible dad” you huffed out and your gaze fixated itself on your moms down turned head who didn’t look up front her planter. “Fine but I don’t see why you have to leave town, the city isn’t as safe as here.” you shook your head at your fathers statement, you had heard this for months as you planned your moving out, these passed few weeks you had been guilt tripped every day by him, Seokjin and Taehyung asking you not to leave.

“Dad I’m smart, I’m going to be safe. I’m 23 years old and the city is literally a few hours away, nothing crazy”. With a loud sigh, your dad released you knowing you were right. Walking up to your mothers sat form, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders. “I know you don’t want me to go but I am. Remember what you told me on my fifteenth birthday? that whether I was Magickal or not, I was capable of so much. I would do great things with my life and more importantly I would love my life? I’m doing this because you told me I could do anything, you told me the I would do what I was sure I could do. You said you believed in me and because of the way you and dad raised me, I can and will be leaving.” by this time tears had formed in your eyes and your mom reached up grasping your shoulder in her hands before pulling you close to her body and burying her head in your shoulder.

“I also told you that boys were stupid, don’t forget that” she said though tears that were leaving her eyes and soaking into the collar of your black Misfits t-shirt. With one last squeeze your mom finally pulled away and wiped at her eyes. “I’ll visit like every month okay? Plus the boys are going to visit me when Namjoon gets back from his potions seminar in England in a couple of weeks. I’ll text you when we get to the apartment. Jin and Tae are going to stay the night with me so they don’t have to drive back at like midnight.” your mom still had a worried look on her face but the determination that was emanating from your body let her know how serious you were.

Reaching behind her and into a small drawer in the cabinets lining the wall, she pushed something cold into your palm “Please take this and keep it with you always.” Nodding your head, you secured the small soft black corded lanyard that had smelled as if it had white sage and palo santo burning next to it for days the size of a keychain into your palm. The smooth edges of the clear and smokey quartz crystals dangling from the lanyard along with the tiny vial that held a deep purple liquid inside cooled your hand, a white feather you recognized as a doves was strung onto the leather, the plume tickling the tips of your fingers as you tucked the lanyard into your front pocket of your black ripped jeans.

Your parents walked you and your friends out of the shop and hugged you goodbye before you once again sat your body on the comfort of Seokjins passenger seat trying your best not to cry from the downcast faces of your parents. With a start of Jins car, you looked out of the window, waving to your parents as the car started its journey down the road and to the highway. From the backseat Taehyung reached over the console and pressed the Bluetooth button on Jin’s radio while fiddling with his phone. “Jams are ready, ROAD TRIP!” Taehyung yelled, his boxy smile adorning his handsome face and you couldn’t help but laugh despite your somber expression.

Turning the key into the slot of your third floor apartment, you pushed the black painted wooden door open to make room or your two good friends that were carrying the last few boxes that held the finishing touches for your new home. For the passed week and a half you and Jin had made several trips to your new apartment to drop off your new furnishings so the place had already started looking more and more like the home you had wanted it to be.

After placing the brown moving boxes onto the countertops of your new kitchen, the boys and yourself called in some fried chicken wings from a local joint that Taehyung had found on yelp.

Smacking your spicy sweet chili sauce covered lips together you relished in the crunchy exterior of the wing leading to the juicy cooked chicken. “Omg can we get this place every time we visit?” Taehyung mumbled with a mouthful of chicken that currently looked like it was trying to escape his mouth from the amount he had shoved in there. Jin had nodded in agreement and you had to agree as well that you all had perhaps found the new chicken joint you all would order from anytime they visited, hell you might even have to order from them on nights that you didn’t feel like cooking after work.

After your stomachs were full and the clock had informed you that it was one passed midnight the boys decided it was time to turn in for their trip back home in the morning. Taehyung had made a makeshift bed on the living room floor with you excess of blankets and pillows you had ‘hoarded’ as your friends so nicely put it and Jin took the two seater deep grey cotton couch.

Bidding them a goodnight, you decided you had been way too tired for a shower and simply stripped yourself of your jeans and laid down on your not made bed with a blanket and pillow you had packed in a tote bag.

The sounds of Jin yelling outside of your door to ‘look decent’ to walk them down to the car for their voyage backhoe had awaken you from your much needed slumber. Tugging your jeans back on, you pulled your hair in to a haphazard bun that sat atop your head and trudged out of your bedroom. Taehyung sat on dining chair and Jin had propped himself against a couch cushion while they waiting for you.

With a sigh you hooked your arms into the ones of your best friends and walked them to the elevator and down to the ground floor where Jins car sat parked on the street against the sidewalk. “I love you and you better stay safe or I swear we will bring your ass back home. I know you said you didn’t want me to cast a protection spell but the offer still stands ” Swinging your arms around the shoulders of your older friend you felt his stiff body relax. Pulling your arms from him you were engulfed in another pair that you knew all too well as Taehyung’s as he was definitely the biggest cuddler out of your friend group. “Theres a small planter that is housing a few springs of lavender on your counter that I grew myself to give you a little Magick when you’re feeling stressed. Please call us if you need to talk or want us to drive over.”

Pulling his arms back from your frame he stepped backwards next to Jin. “I love you guys so much, thank you for always being there for me and helping me and being the best fucking people I know” earning a look from Jin as ‘fucking’ left your mouth you couldn’t help but smile back the tears that had been forming under your top lashes. You hated telling them goodbye but you knew Jin had his job as a paralegal back home and Tae was still in college working part time at your parents shop and you needed to be on your own for awhile, you needed to know you could do it, that you weren’t being sheltered from your family and friends who had always tried to take care of you.

With a shout of “we will come by after Namjoon gets back home” leaving Jin’s mouth, you watched as his car drove down the street, waving your friends goodbye. Turning on your heel you took in the brown and beige brick apartment building in front of you and walked your feet back into the building and up the old elevator that housed a semi musty smell that you knew you’d have to get used to.

“I should unpack the kitchen first” you said aloud as you entered your home. Luckily the boys had helped you set up your furniture and electronics when you first started moving things in. Moving your body into a semi small kitchen you got to work on undoing the thick tape that wrapped itself around the brown cardboard boxes housing your pots and pans.

Flopping your body down onto the cushions of your deep grey couch you humphed a deep breath of air. You had successfully finished unpacking your kitchen, bathroom and dining/living room area leaving your bedroom for tomorrow. You had even enjoyed a nice hot shower letting the hot water soothe your tired muscles and breathing in the steam. Checking the time on your phone you sighed seeing that it was already going to be six in the afternoon and all you had eaten was leftover wings from the night before that you had popped into the microwave.

Deciding you needed to go grocery shopping you grabbed the canvas bags that were hanging on a series of hooks on the outside wall of your kitchen and made your way to the front door. Slipping on the same pair of boots you had entered your home with last night, you gripped your apartments keys in your hand and tucked your cellphone safely into your back pocket.

As you walked a few blocks down the city streets to the small grocery store you had googled on your phone, your fingers fiddled with the lanyard like charm your mom had given you that you had secured to you keys while you rode in Jins car the day prior.

You were met with a cool rush of air from an overhead fan as you entered the neighborhood supermarket. Gripping the push handle of a grocery cart you placed your bags inside and got to work on the essentials you knew you needed.

You were almost done with your shopping when your cart was struck by another, a soft mumble of ‘sorry’ escaping the human from behind the offending cart. Looking up from where you cart had been struck, a ‘it’s fine’ got caught in your throat as you took in the dark haired man that was currently staring at you with his deep honey colored eyes. “I..fine” You mumbled out as you practically threw the box of angel hair pasta into your cart and continued walking down the aisle.

You hadn’t noticed the weird look in the stagers eyes as they never left your frame until you had turned the corner to the next aisle. If you had you might’ve asked him ‘what the hell’ he was staring at, despite how attractive you had to admit he was.

Clutching the plethora of canvas bags in your fingers you trekked back to your apartment with thankfully, had only been about a 6-7 minute walk. You had passed a couple of bars on your way back and noted where they had been so that you could go in speak to the owners about hopefully getting a job.

You had a few steps left until you were in front of your apartment building when you were met with an odd rush of cool air that held some form of odd feeling to it causing goosebumps to trail over your tattooed arms. An audible shiver left your parted lips and you chalked it up to paranoia as this was the first day you were truly alone in a new place despite what your parents had told you about feelings and vibrations that certain people, places or things gave off. Walking the steps needed to enter the wooden door to the complex, you entered the lobby and turned right to where you knew the elevator was.

You had finally finished unloading your groceries and massaged at your fingers where the canvas bags had pulled at the skin slightly. While waiting for your frozen lasagna to cook in the oven you decided to set up your Netflix, Hulu and other accounts on your smart TV that sat atop the small grey washed tv console/cabinet you had bought.

Checking in with your parents with a text to your mom, you savored every mouthful of the marinara and cheese as you stuffed your mouth with the warm lasagna and re-watched the second season of the great British baking show.

You had been dozing off on the comfort of your couch when you decided it was time to get to bed. Turning off the tv you used the flashlight on your phone to make you way to your bedroom in the dark. Stripping yourself of your clothing until you were down to your undergarments you laid on your still unmade bed and clutched the blanket around your body, throwing your phone onto your nightstand you yawned as sleep overtook your body.

It was dark and you body had stood there unmoving as a tendril of deep drey smoke swirled around you. You watched in a third person view as your eyes were blankly staring off into the distance of never ending pitch black, illuminated only by the smoke that seemed like it was glowing. Why did you have that lack of emotion on your face? Why hadn’t you moved? Why were you just standing there? You wanted to shout at your unmoving form but no words would come out. “Y/N M O V E” You somehow yelled at yourself with all of your might and all at once you were met with your own gaze snapping to yours with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen, it looked as if you had sclera contacts on. With a cock of your head the smoke invaded your nostrils and open mouth, filling your lungs with a heavyset feeling of putrid smoke.

You body sat up with a jolt as you clutched your fingers around your throat and coughed up what felt like a lung. Your trudged in air, coughing until you stumbled your way out of your bedroom and into your bathroom. Flicking on the overhead light your finger then turned the chrome faucet on cold and you dunked your palms into the water and splashed it on your face. Gripping the edged of the sink into both of your wet palms you tried to steady your breaths. You hesitantly looked up into the rectangular mirror above your sink afraid you’d see the black gaze you encountered on yourself in your dream. When you were met with your normal looking face you let a deep breathe escape your lips and leaned your head back onto the wall behind you.

When you had finally calmed down and steadied your breath you walked back into your bedroom as the sun streaming in throughout the apartment through the curtains made it easier. Sitting yourself down on the edge of your bed you fumbled through the drawer of your nightstand for the bottle of eucalyptus and lemon balm essential oils you had made and inhaled a deep stream of the calming and centering aroma. When you felt your mind begin to calm itself you reached to the side tucking the bottle back into its drawer before pulling your phone off of the nightstand checking the time ‘shit it’s already noon’.

Opening the windows to your bedroom you let the sun stream through and flicked the overhead lighting on to fully illuminate your mission to finish unpacking your room. Getting to work on the many boxes containing your wardrobe, you set up your hangers for items you needed to hang and opened a series of drawers from your dresser.

It was now day four of living on your own and while you had saved up money for the move you knew you needed to get a job to at least leave the house. You had bartended at Namjoon’s parents bar on nights you weren’t exhausted from college courses and working at your parents shop. While you did have a degree in business management you hated the average everyday 9-5 nature of it. Plus most companies didn’t appreciate your blunt attitude and tattoos despite your qualifications.

Pulling on a pair of black leather looking pants, you tucked a light grey v-neck t shirt into the front of the pants and pulled on a pair of black ankle short heeled booties over your light lilac cat printed socks. After gliding your flat iron over the final strands over hair left needing to be styled you applied a nice winged liner to your lash line and plopped on a pair of textured eyelashes to compliment your deep nude liquid lipstick you had applied and sprayed a small amount of fragrance on your pulse points.

Throwing your cellphone, pocket knife (a person can never be too careful), wallet and keys into your small black cross body purse you threw one of your well loved black leather jackets on and locked your door on your way out.

It was around 7pm at “Lennons” when you walked in. You let your gaze wander to the black stone bar that sat atop a deep brown stained wooden counter and spotted a man with dark red hair and a dazzling smile. Walking up to the bar you watched as he poured the two men in front of him a pair of Whiskeys neats topped with a maraschino cherry, behind him was another counter the size of the wall that was thinner than the one you were leaning on, rows of bottles littered the counter and different types of glassware sat atop large dark wood stained shelves that matched the counters and looking down you noticed the same deep stained wood making up the floor. The backsplash behind the bottles and glassware had been multiple shades of grey subway tiles which you assumed made for easier cleaning than painted walls had the liquor or any other substance shot out and onto the wall.

Dim Edison bulbs the were surrounded by thin orb like black wire ‘cages’ were strung from the ceiling over the bar and tables that had been set up against the walls. In the middle of the building were larger lights that looked the same but as if multiple build were strung together into a modern like chandelier.

On one wall were various types of mirror in different size frames in shades of greys, blacks, tarnished metal and dark wood. The walls all shared the same deep grey paint and deep brown stained wood thick crown moulding. The four-top tables and chairs were made of a thick black metal and the chairs had deep grey cushions built in that matched the wall paint. The booths against on of the walls were made of the same dark wood as the floor, caressing the deep grey cushions, the same black metal tables sat between each booth. Atop each table sat smaller flawless candles surrounded by the same metal like ‘cages’ that housed the lighting.

Nirvanas “Heart Shaped Box” lulled softly over the built in speakers and the bartender who had finished talking to the two men you assumed were regulars came to stand in front of you. “What can I getcha?” he said with a smile so infectious it caused your lips to tug upwards. “Hi, I’m y/n. I’m new to the area and was wondering if maybe you all were hiring? I have experience in bartending even though it wasn’t in the city but I could learn.” Nodding your head at the fact that you had said all that you needed to say without missing a beat you then assessed his expression.

“Actually..” silence ticked on and you expected him to finish his sentence with a “no sorry” but were met with a “We are, Keenan the owner has officially stepped away from bartending and working here as his wife just had their third kid and he “wants to spend more time at home” so he only comes in to do the books and such so its just me and Oscar now.” The front door jingled signaling the entry of a few new patrons and he checked his watch.

“You think you could start tonight? Were open until three so it would be a seven hour shift to see how you like it here before you sign a contract and all that fun stuff” Nodding your head eagerly you followed his hand movements signaling for you to step behind the bar. Extending his hand out to you to shake, you took it “I’m Hoseok by the way, but Hobi is just fine. Do you have your liquor license? The bar has one under its name but Keenan still likes us to each have our TABC licenses.” “Oh yes yes let me get it for you” Pulling your waller out of your purse you showed him your ID and paper copy of your license you had completed online for this very reason. With a nod of his head and a warm smile he got to work explaining where everything was behind the bar and how the POS system worked. He had also given you a roundabout for prices on popular drinks and beers before handing you a menu that had everything listed for you to memorize.

“We have two waiters most nights and one during the day for those times that we need drinks to be expedited. Were open 6-3 Thursday though Sunday and 7-2 Monday through Wednesday. We split the tips we make at the bar and Waiters will give us a share of theirs since we make the drinks. Karaoke is on Thursday and Open Mic night is on Tuesdays. For the most part I work nights Thursday through Sunday since its busier then and Oscar does the shorter weekday shifts and comes in to help on nights that we have certain performers and we now its going to be busy. The music is usually controlled by whoever the bartender is at the time and before anybody asks, no we don’t take apple pay hahaha” he said with a loud laugh as if its happened many times before. “Before I forget, while this is a nice bar and we don’t usually have issues, there’s a bat propped up against the IPA beer cooler in case anybody get rowdy. Just don’t go whacking people with it since its mostly for show until cops get here.” you chuckled at his swinging motion when he said ‘whacking’ and you watched as he waved over one of the waiters that was just clocking in.

“This is Sienna, Sienna this is y/n a possible new bartender” The beautiful ebony woman before you smiled brightly and took your hand into hers to shake. “Hi y/n nice to meet you, I’m Sienna like Hobi here said. I hope you like it here, for the most part it’s chill and we work like a family, with the exception of a certain someone.” you felt the disdain in her voice as her dark chocolate colored gaze landed on the blonde that was walking in through the door.

The blonde walked passed you both and clacked her nails against one of the touchscreen computers to clock in before dropping her things off into the small black metal locker like cabinet next to the glassware.

“Katrina this is y/n, she’s going to bartend with us tonight” Hobi voiced out as the blondes blue contact covered eyed gave you a once over. “Kay” was all she said as she waved her blue manicured nails and circled around the bar to check on the tables that were seated in her area. With a roll of her eyes at Katrinas attitude, Sienna gaze you a dazzling smile as a "good luck, let me know if you need anything” left her lips before she left you behind the bar with Hoseok.

It was now 10pm and the bar had started getting busy which you had expected no less for a Friday night. You were pouring vodka into two glasses for cape cods while raising your voice over the music to Hobi to ask him to bring your two bottles of Guinness from the freezer built into he cabinet under the bottles of liquor. Pulling the bottle opener from your back right pocket you flipped the caps off with ease hearing the metal caps clang against the floor behind you before you pushed both bottles followed by the two cape cods into the hands of the customers that had just paid you.

“Round of Melonballs over here” you yelled over to Hobi since he was closer to the glassware who then handed you 6 shot glasses. With a bottle of vodka in your left hand and a bottle of Melon Liquor in your right you poured the liquid into a mixer and topped it off with pineapple juice before scooping in a few ice cubes and giving it a good shake while your head bobbed to “kill of the night” by Gin Wingmore. Hovering the shaker over the row of shot glasses you poured the green liquid over each glass in a left to right motion before tossing the shaker into the sink for a rinse and pushed the shots forward to the group of girls that had ordered the shots.

It was nearing three in the morning and Hobi called out last call prompting customers to come up to the bar to order last drinks before the bar closed and they had to head out. Hoseok had finished serving up two shots of Lemondrops before he cut off the music signaling the end of the night.

You had helped him clean up the last ten minutes before it hit 3am to which he thanked you immensely as it had made the time to clean up so much faster. The patrons had all left the bar and you were handed a wad of cash tips from Hobi with a “Thank you so much for helping me tonight, you’re seriously so good and fast!” Thanking him for the opportunity you slipped your jacket back on as Sienna bid you both goodbye, Katrina had left a few minutes earlier without a word. “So how did you like it? Do you want to work here? If so I could have you come in with me tomorrow around 5 and we can discuss a schedule, pay and everything else with Keenan on the phone” With a hopeful expression gracing his face you nodded excitedly “Yes! of course I’d like to work here, you guys were so welcoming and helpful. Thank you for the job offer.” As you both walked out and Hobi locked the doors to the Lennons you thanked him once again and let him know you’d be there at five the next day.

When Hobi noticed you hadn’t gotten into a car but rather had walked down the street he called out to you“Do you live nearby? I don’t want to leave you walking by yourself as half passed 3am”. Turning your body around as he caught up to you you pointed down the street and nodded. “Yeah I live on Newman, it’s only like five minutes away, its okay” to your surprise Hobi exclaimed and smiled his dazzling smile. “I live on Newman too!”

As you both walked side by side you neared you apartment building and he waved you a goodbye as you entered the wooden door to the lobby. Hoseok or Hobi as he insisted you call him lived two buildings down. You smiled as you made you way into your apartment, you hoped you could become friends, he reminded you a lot of Taehyung with his infectious happiness and goofy nature.

You poured yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch as you continued your episode of The Great British Baking Show before you made your way to the shower to wash the grime from your body. Chucking your clothes into the white corded hamper you wrapped your hair up into a bun and stepped into the hot stream of water letting it caress your skin.

Washing your body with one of your favorite Stress Relieving body washes, you rinsed the suds off of your body and made quick work of the makeup that had been on your face. Turning the chrome faucet off you stepped on of the shower and let your toes sink into the plush off-white and grey bathmat. With a mid toned grey towel wrapped around your body, you made your way into your bedroom and started your post shower skincare routine.

Sinking your body into your sheets in your oversized coca-cola cotton t shirt and black satin sleeping shorts, you then plugged your phone into its charger and closed your eyes as the late night took a toll on your body since you had woken up so early the morning before.

You were in the same endless see of darkness with the same blank expression on your face in your current pajamas but the smoke tendrils were more violent, thrashing themeless around your body as if they were struggled to enter your body. This time you were standing right in front of the mirror expression of yourself. Reaching a hand out to your unmoving body that you’d now refer to as a doppelgänger..since you didn’t know what to call it or well..you. As your hand neared the face of your doppelgänger, a tendril of smoke whipped itself towards your arm and wrapped itself around your wrist and forearm. A searing pain set into your skin causing you to yell out as the grey smoke turned into a deep black inky tone, pushing away the smoke with your other hand, your fingers passed right through the blazing hot warmth of it.

The tendril wrapped itself tighter around your arm and your legs buckled at the pain you’d only describe as the hottest fire burning your skin. Your doppelgängers gaze snapped to your form kneeling on the ground and you pleaded for help. A sudden burst of light blinded your eyes and the burning had ceased, the tendrils seemingly disappearing in the rays of the light. Tentatively opening your eyes, you were taken aback as your doppelgängers eyes had taken on a white/gold hue. Before you could ask what was happening you awoke in a sweaty heap in the middle of your bed.

Peeling your body off of the soaked sheets you through your comforter onto your floor and headed to your bathroom. Looking at yourself in the mirror, your hair was matted to your neck and your body had been flushed a pink color. Your eyes shifted downwards to your arm that had been entangled with the smoke in your dream and to your astonishment, there was a faint pink mark that wrapped around your forearm like an octopus would its prey in the ocean.

With a shaky breath filling your lungs you dunked your arm in the cool water filling the sink muttering an incantation of peace your mom had always chanted when she was stressed with orders from the shop. You knew you didn’t have power to evoke an actual spell but you could preform the everyday Magick normal humans who followed the craft did.

Worries be gone

I need you no more

Worries be gone

Out of the door

Stresses and Strains

Worries and Strife

Leave now, Depart

Be gone from my life

The mouthing the words you were used to had gave you a small sense of home, a sense of peace and serenity.

You decided you would jump into the shower and let the cold water wash away the sweat that was clinging to you body and then throw your bedding into the wash before grabbing lunch as it was already a little passed 11 in the morning.

With a mouthful of the butter lettuce salad you had fixed yourself you pressed the little green button on your touch screen phone signaling that you had accepted Seokjins Facetime call. “Hello my child that is not my actual child from my loins” Seokjin singsonged causing the left side or your mouth to curl up towards your nose at the gross thought of the word ‘loins’.

Filling Jin in on your new job and how your first week in the city had been going you then listened as he in turn filled you in on the happenings of your smaller home town. You felt the call nearing its end and you decided you needed to ask him if he maybe had any knowledge of dream theory. With a clear of your throat, you set your bowl of salad down onto your whitewashed wooden coffee table and sat up straight. “Jin..do you maybe know what dreams can mean? What I mean to ask is do you know anything of the craft surrounding certain dream or nightmares?” A small frown formed on your friends handsome face as his brows furrowed and his lips downturned.

“While I’m not well versed in the craft of dreams, I do know a little from certain spells and incantations I have read and studied. Why? Are you okay y/n?” Nodding your head abruptly at his answer in fear of worrying your friend who you knew would tell your parents who would then pester you to come back home, you forced a cheery tone to your voice as you answered his question. “I’m fine Jinnie, I was just wondering if you knew anything about dreams because one of waitresses at work was complaining of some nightmare she had in which she was locked in a dark room. I think if i’m recalling it right, that she said there was deep dark smoke and like she was watching as her own body wouldn’t move. She wasn’t telling me or anything so I don’t know if there was anything else, I had just overhead it and was being nosy.” With a smile on your face you looked into the phone screen and noticed how your friends eyes had seemingly darkened in what looked like fear.

“I’m not too sure what that would mean for a non Magick holder since regular humans do have nightmares that don’t particularly mean anything that bad, they can even mean the complete opposite” His knowledge brought a sense of peace to your mind before it all came crashing down. “But, if she was a Magick holder.. that could be bad. I don’t know anything more than what you’ve told me but if she perhaps was flooded with the smoke, it could mean what we know as dark Magick was either part of her or trying to overtake her. If she’s a Magick holder I don’t think it would be safe to work with her y/n, that sort of stuff shouldn’t be messed with.” From what you could see, he was leaving his home and getting into his car to most likely get back to work from his lunch break. “No no Jin, from what I can tell she doesn’t have Magick. I may not have any myself but I can usually tell when someone else does. The perks of your friends and family being Magickal ‘cool kids” You joked, lightening the mood.

Bidding him goodbye with a promise of him and the boys visiting in a coupe of weeks you waved into the front camera lens and threw your body back onto the cushions of your couch as the screen went black with the “call ended” typography taking over the screen.

You felt bad lying to him but you really didn’t want to worry him anymore than he had already been about you moving away. You couldn’t help the shiver of fear that crept up your spine at what he had said. Even though you knew you shouldn’t worry too much, you didn’t have Magick beyond what normal humans were capable of after all.

Stepping up to Lennons at 10 till 5 you waited at the door and shot Hobi a text to his phone number that he had given you on your walk back home that you all had shared. Looking up from your phone you saw Hobi’s frame in the reflection for one of the front windows walking down the street and towards you and the building.

Jangling his keys into the lock, he gave you a cheery ‘hey, glad you came’ and ushered you into the building behind him. Turning on the buildings lights, he then pulled a pair of chairs off of a four-top table for you both to sit.

“I talked to Keenan earlier and he was super stoked I found some help already, he was even happier when I told him how good you did last night!” with that he place his phone face upwards on the cool metal of the black table and pressed the speaker button as the familiar ringing filled the building.

Keenan sounding like a nice older gentleman as you three talked about the position and what your schedule would look like. As he joked to Hobi over the phone you smiled gently at how family like this place had felt. Twenty minutes had passed and all the paperwork had been signed with you agreeing that most weeks you work Thurs-Sun nights with Hobi as those are the busiest and where they needed help. you would occasionally get certain weekend nights off to relax and ‘chill’ as Keenan had put it. The pay rate and Dress code (of lack of) was agreed upon and Keenan bid you both bye and a great work night, he had also given you his phone number in case of anything.

The bar didn’t open for another thirty minutes and Hobi had called in a pizza from a shop down the street, saying how you all would need you sustenance with how busy Saturdays would get. You both went over the drink menu while waiting for the food when a knock on the front door was heard. “Oh that’s Brenda, she works days as a waitress.” With a nod of your head in acknowledgment your eyes followed Hobi’s light wash jean and bright red and burgundy plaid button up shirt covered form to the Brunette that the was letting in through the door.

Introductions were made and you liked how nice the tall woman had seemed, learning that she had two children and worked 4 hour shifts 6 days a week due to wanting to get back ‘not so late’ as she had put it, to her younger kids and her husband.

Hobi and yourself had finished gorging on pizza slices while Brenda finished setting up the tables and cleaned the restrooms. Tucking the rest of the leftover pizza slices onto a paper plate and into the silver mini fridge that was built into the back counter like the multiple coolers of beer had also been, the cheerful man then showed you where the stock room, office and cleaning closet were and gave you a set of keys to the building and the code to the alarm.

At 6, Hobi had unlocked the front door and scrolled through his cellphone choosing the spotify playlist that would make the vibe for the night.

Getting to know a few older gentleman that he male bartender had informed you as regulars, you basked in the chill ambience Lennons had had during the early afternoon hours.

Nearing 9pm the bar had started to get busier and the movements you made while tending the bar caused you to start getting warm. Shrugging your leather jacket off of your shoulder you hung it up next to your purse into the locker that had been assigned to you and let the cool air of the air conditioner over the bar lick at your body.

You had been wearing the same black leather look jeans you had had the night prior and paired them with non heeled black short combat boots and a regular cotton normal sleeved cropped top that ended at your belly button leaving a sliver of a couple of inches skin to be seen between the hem of your shirt and the top of your pants.

“I didn’t notice that sick phases of the moon tattoo last night! It’s really nice and well done!” the redheaded man in front of you smiled out and you looked down at your left arm where the tattoo wrapped itself in a band like form around the bottom of your bicep closer to your elbow. “Thanks Hobi! my friend Namjoon’s older brother did most of my tats and piercings. Namjoon’s actually the reins who’s parents owned the bar I worked at.” You two then entered a conversation about tattoos and other forms of art in between making drinks and serving patrons.

Hobi sent you on a thirty minute break around 10 despite you insisting you didn’t need it and you took a few slices of the cold pizza to the office with you. Scrolling though your insta you liked all of your friends new posts before snapping a pic of yourself and your pizza on snapchat for your group with your three best friends.

Bros B4 other Bros & Hoes

Y/n (Blanket burrito) : Picture sent!

Taehyung (Pupper) : Are you at work? you have PIZZA!

Y/n (Blanket Burrito) : Yess, I’m on break and yessss I have food, it’s cold now though but its still yummy.

Taehyung (Pupper) : I’m jelly, I was pizza pizza. Well not Little C’s but pizza in general.

Jin (Wizard of Crocs) : How’s work?

Namjoon (Looney Joons) : You all are blowing up my phone and its LIKE 4 AM HERE IN ENGLAND!! But y/n hi ily and it’s good to see you settling into you new city. I’m going back to sleep now. Morpheus shall hopefully bless me with dreamland.

Y/n (Blanket Burrito) : Work is good, trying to get the hang of it. Ily too Jooniebean, goodnight <3. I gotta get back to work now guys. Much lub, i’ll ttyl.

Taehyung (Pupper) : Bye y/n! Ily sweets

Jin (Wizard of Crocs) : I know you’ll get the hang of it, you’re practically Lil from Coyote Ugly. Ily2 don’t just tell Joon you love him xc.

Y/n (Blanket burrito) : Omg I love you both! and ily for the literally comparing me to Coyote Ugly

Tucking your phone into your back pocket, you exited the office and weaved through the bodies that had entered the building while you were on break, dropping the paper plate into the trash as you reached the bar. You washed your hands at the sink to the side of the glassware and got back to work helping Hobi with the bodies that crowded the bar ordering and waiting for drinks.

“Can I get a Gin & Tonic, a Whiskey Neat, a Corona prepped, and two Buttery Nipples” A blonde man with deep set dimples ordered out and you nodded. You got to work preparing his drinks and handed them to him one by one. Laying out two shot glasses you poured in your Sambuca then carefully layered the Irish Cream on top. Pushing them forward and into his hands, he took them into his bigger hands and winked your way.

Shrugging it off, you watched as he sat in one of Katrinas tables that had actually been three four-tops pushed together to create one long table where a large group of primarily men sat.

Preparing an ice bucket of prepped Coronas for another table that Sienna had had, you plopped it onto her serving tray which she took with a smile and a thank you. Taking a sip of your water bottle, you relished as the cool liquid ran down your esophagus and quenched your thirst.

The night had been going great with the exception of the short derogatory comments Katrina would make your way especially when you asked Hobi or Sienna for help with something you weren’t quite sure how to do.While Sienna had been standing at the bar taking a drink of her Iced Tea you vented to her when she had noticed you shooting daggers at the blonde.

“Don’y even worry about her, she’s honestly just a bitch. The only reason she works here is cause Oscar has the hots for her and Hobi doesn’t like dealing with confrontation, especially when it comes to possibly firing someone or talking to Keenan about it. I know he doesn’t wanna bother Keenan with anything else since he has enough on his plate but damn sometimes I just wanna slap that girl” Shaking her head, she set her drink back down behind the bar and patted you on the shoulder. “She doesn’t fuck with me anymore cause I found her hookin up with a guy in the bathroom that clearly had not been her sugar daddy at the time. She doesn’t want me telling people she was getting it doggystyle in the mens restroom despite her not being with her sugardaddy anymore. Like i don’t like her but embrace your hoe nature, it’s not like we can’t all tell what she’s about so why try to be something you different” With a shrug of her shoulders she looked at the blonde who had been hanging at her large table. “She gives you shit cause you’re hotter than she is and her customers are currently drooling over you. They’re portably tired of her fake high pitched ‘nice’ voice and her fried from being over bleached extensions that almost land in their drinks.” Winking a bronze eyeshadow covered eye at you she made her way back to her tables and you got started on an order of Blue Kamikazes.

You had felt a pair of eyes on you as you continued your work until the same blonde haired man from earlier walked up to the bar yet again. “What if I wanted to buy you some shots?” he asked and you looked towards Hobi who had been serving up a margarita on the rocks. “You’d had to ask my boss” With his lips breaking into a smile you had to admit was pretty to look at. “Hobi and I go way back but I wanted to make sure it was okay with you first” Waving Hobi towards the two of you, you noticed Hobi smile as he walked up “HEEY Nathan wassup man?” With a handshake and a bro fist the two men had just done you cocked an eyebrow.

“He wants to buy me shots” With a nod of his head, Nathan added “I also wanted to know if she wanted to come take those shots at the table for a bit since you aren’t as busy right now” Hobi had looked to you to see how you felt about it. “I mean I don’t mind but I don’t want to leave you here alone, plus I don’t know how you feel about drinking on the job.” A laugh left the redheads lips as he shook his head.

“Well considering I’ve already had a Long Island and a few shots that were bought for me i’d be a hypocrite if i said you couldn’t do the same. Keenans rules are : As long as you’re not shitfaced and are able to comprehend what you are doing and doing it right then drinking is fine. The man sips an Irish coffee when he works, and the Iced Tea that Sienna is sipping always has a shot of Rum in it. So if you wanna go for a bit that’s more than fine, we aren’t that busy right now” He said gesturing his hands to the patrons who mostly sitting with a drink already situated in their hands, you guys had make quick work of the crowd that had gathered earlier and while their was still a large number of people in Lennons, Hobi was right. Most people were sipping their drinks and enthralled in their conversations or dancing to the music that resounded throughout the building.

Cocking a well done brow you faced Nathan. “What kind of shots are you ordering?” The smile on his lips had gotten bigger is possible and you shared the smile. “Whatever you want.” With a look behind you, you reached out to grab a bottle of Patron Reposado. “y/n out here picking the not so cheap stuff, I like.” Hobi said with a smile and a thumbs up before he walked back to a couple that ordered to Budd Ultras.

“I’ll get them prepped and bring them to you. How many do you want?” Pursing his lips, Nathan turned around to count the patrons at the table. “There’s about 8 of us so maybe like 10 or 12? depending on how many you can or want to drink” Smirking towards the blond man in his white button up shirt he had tucked into his light grey business slacks you pulled a tray from the counter behind you. “I can hold my liquor and I quite like Tequila so 12 it is.”

With an ok and a wide smile, he made his way back to the table and you watched as Katrina looked from him to you and back again with a roll of her eyes as she draped an arm around the back of a chair that seated a dark haired man. Her other hand had been propped on the chair next to the dark haired mans where an ashy blonde haired man sat. You couldn’t see either of the men as they had their back facing you but you shrugged off the ugly look she sent your way.

Your rings clinked against the shot glasses as you lined them up on the bar before pouring the tequila into a shaker with a few tubes of ice to chill it. Rimming each glass with lime juice you then dipped them into a rimmer that had been filled with sea salt and lime beer salt. With a shake of the shaker you ran emptied the liquid into the shot glasses from left to right and after risking the shaker you placed each glass onto the tray you had to the right of your arm. Filling a bowl with slices of lime you placed that too onto the tray and told Hobi you’d be back to which he nodded out a “have fun!” and you smiled at his “Drink them under the table”. To which you replied that you weren’t even going to be drinking a lot.

Making your way to Katrinas biggest table as you weaved through the bodies of people and other tables, you sat the tray down in the center and looked to Nathan. “Here’s your round.” You hear Katrina scoff and your eyes met hers with a cock of your eyebrow. “Nate why didn’t you just have me get them for you? She’s a bartender not a server dummy.”

“I invited her to drink a shot or two with us since iv’e never seen her around here before.” Placing her manicured hand onto the shoulder of the dark haired man to her right she sighed. “That’s cause she started like yesterday and ugh straight Tequila? I’m sure y/n doesn’t want that, right sweetie? She probably has drinks she needs to learn how to make anyways.”

With a cock of your head you rimmed an index finger among the rim of the vessel that held the lime slices. “I picked these shots first of all and secondly I don’t have any drinks that I need to 'learn how to make’ right now. Hobi doesn’t have a problem with me being here so neither should you not that its any of your business what I do or don’t do and “Sweetie” I do want to drink these nice shots of Patron Reposado that features notes of Honey, Agave and Pepper.” You watched as her face scrunched up before she flung her hair over her right shoulder as mumbled what you swore you heard as ‘bitch’.

Smiling at the look on her face your eyes trailed down her hand that had been gripping a mans shoulder. Following the line of her arm your eyes trailed up the black silk button up shirt that had a few buttons unbuttoned revealing a swirl of black ink imprinted on skin underneath, trailing up the collar to the neck of the man your eyebrows rose immediately when you took in his face and those Honey colored eyes. It was the same man who’s cart ran into yours at the grocery store. Your stomach fluttered as you felt the same pull to him you had felt the first time you had looked up and seen him in the pasta aisle. You noticed his gaze never left yours even as you gulped and shifted your cranberry colored smokey eyed gaze to Nathan who stood beside you, you could still feel his gaze on your form.

Nathan had handed shots and a lime to everyone at the table including Katrina who hadn’t looked too happy at you being at her table. You clutched the glass vessel that housed the cool light amber colored liquid in your hand as Nathan said a toast aloud, a countdown from 3 was said and you licked at the rim of the glass letting the lime flavored salt coat your tongue before you tipped your head back and let the agave flavored liquid slide down your throat.

With a smirk you watched as Katrina struggled with the liquid, her teeth biting furiously into the lime wedge to rid herself of the taste while her face scrunched up. A few of the men at the table hadn’t wanted to mix tequila with what you noticed as bourbon in their glasses and that had left 6 more shots on the tray.

Nathan wrapped a hand around your shoulder as he asked if you wanted another to which you smirked, a ‘hell yeah’ leaving your lips. You lined up two more shots just for yourself and earned a look from Nathan. You were pulling a lime wedge out of the bowl to squeeze into your Tequila prior to drinking when a tattooed hand bumped into yours reaching for a shot. Looking upwards, your eyes met that of the man from the grocery store and his spicy, woodsy scent that reminded you of leaves burning on a cold winter night while you sat on a log roasting marshmallows under the soft moon light, invaded your nostrils causing your senses to feel as it they were lit aflame. The moment was interrupted by Katrina grabbing a shot as well, one of her nails trailing up the forearm of the man leaning in front of you.

Pulling back from the tray, you waiting as Nathan called another countdown after the blonde man that was sat next to the dark haired man that you were currently at a daze over his scent had taken the last shot. Licking the rim of one of your glasses, you gaze flicked upwards to the man who’s gaze stared deep into your mind and body. Resting the first glass again your bottom lip you waiting until Nathan counted down to 1 before you tipped your head back, swallowing the liquid down. You then reached down to the second shot glass and swallowed that shot down as well without so much as a slight grimace on your face. Letting the glass clink against the table as you brought it down, you closed your eyes relishing in the flavor of the reposado.

“Fuck man, she can drink them down” a brunette next to Nathan let out and you smiled a thanks. “Whats your name pretty lady?” asked that same man. Placing your empty shot glasses back onto the tray with you first you tried to clean up the table a little. “I’m y/n the new bartender” you said with a quirk of your lips at the man who had been ogling your short but curvy frame. “I’m Teddy, you already know Nathan and that’s Jerrod, Yuto, George, Luis, Jimin and Jungkook” Your eyes followed the bodies of each man as he said their name in order until they landed on the dark haired man you now knew as Jungkook. The name rolled off of your tongue in your brain and your gaze landed on the many hoop earrings dangling from one of his ears that had glinted under the dim lights from between strands of dark hair. You mumbled out a ‘nice to meet you all’ before bidding them goodbye to get back behind the bar to help Hobi with the small group of people that had started to form at the bar and to stop yourself from staring at Jungkook. Your boots clacked against the sticky floor as you walked to the sink to wash your hands after you told Hobi you were back.

Wiping down the glassware you had just finished cleaning, you placed them back in their specific areas as Hobi finished locking the front door after all the patrons had left. Sienna had just finished wiping down the tables while Katrina swept and mopped when she practically skipped up to you, the skirt of her orange dress swaying around her thighs “I saw you drinking at the ‘it’ table, Katrina HATES when any of us serve them so seeing you not only serve them but drink with them like a Mother fucking BOSS was like icing on the cake.” You practically cackled at the way she had worded what had happened with her hands flailing dramatically. “Here girl, let me get your number we should go out sometime. I can show you all the cool spots.” Handing you her phone, you entered your number before handing her back her cellphone and bidding her goodbye as she took her leave.

Hobi had once again walked you home and you practically jumped onto your bed face first. Kicking your shoes and jeans off, you pulled a pair of soft cotton grey jogger style pajama bottoms over your legs and changed into your navy blue Scooby Doo t shirt. Keenan had given you the day off tomorrow since he was going in to fix the schedule so you’d be able to properly clock in the following Thursday. You had asked Hobi if he was sure that he didn’t need any help tomorrow but he let you know Oscar was going to be working with him and to enjoy your day off.

Fluffing your light grey cotton comforter around your body, you plugged in your phone to charge and turned the knob on your shaded lamp to turn it off. You had placed a few lavender buds from Taehyungs plant he grew for you into your pillowcase above your pillow to hopefully induce sweet dreams and a good sleep with a silent plea to Hypnos. Closing your eyes, you inhaled the herbal scent of the lavender and let it put you to sleep.

It was around 6pm when your phone rang causing you to pause your marathon of Netflix cooking shows to see who’s name had popped up on your phone screen.

“Hey Sienna.” the other girl on the line returned your hello before you informed you of why she had been calling. “I heard you were off from Hobi earlier and I wanted to know if you wanted to go out tonight? I’m off and could use a Girls night.” Your brow rose a little at the thought of why or how Hobi had told her why you were off but you shrugged it off. “Honestly, that sounds like so much fun. I’ve only been here a week but I’d like to see more that just my apartments, Lennons and the neighborhood grocery store” you giggled and heard the other girl laugh as well.

“Yay! I’m so excited. We’re going to fuck it up!! Wanna meat at my place or yours? Know what? Maybe your’s is better so you don’t have to come all the way over here with directions in a city you don’t know too much about yet.” Texting her your address you smiled when she said she’d be over in about an hour to get ready together.

Swinging your legs off of you couch after you had hung up, you placed your empty bowl of ramen into the sink to dishwasher. Gripping a matchbook in your left hand, you struck the wood against the side and brought the flame to the lemon and mint essential oil infused candle that sat atop your kitchen counter to brighten the mood and mask the smell of spicy ramen that lingered from your earlier cooking.

Flicking your bathroom lights on, you turned the knob on the shower to warm and stripped out of your pajamas that you were lounging in. Stepping under the warm stream you got to work on washing your hair, massaging the tips of your fingers on your scalp to work the shampoo in. With a rinse of the suds you smoothed your buttery conditioner into the palms of your hands and smoothed them over your long tresses before wrapping your hair up into a makeshift bun.

Squeezing your sandalwood and rose scented body wash onto your fluffy lavender colored loofah, you started to scrub the pouf onto your body making sure to be gentle but give your body a proper exfoliation. After rising your body you turned the stream of water away from your body so that the water wouldn’t rinse away your shaving cream before you got to remove the unwanted hairs.

When you were as “bald as when you were born” as your mom liked to put it, you gently cleansed your face and brushed your teeth with the steri-pod covered toothbrush and toothpaste you kept in your shower. Feeling clean all over, you un did the bun from your hair and rinsed the conditioner. Turning off the water, you stepped onto your bathmat and wrapped a fluffy towel from the towel rod around your body and one in your hair.

When your doorbell rang thirty minutes later you had already blow-dried your hair and slipped into your undergarments and a comfy robe. “It smells so good in here” Sienna pointed out after entering your apartment and encircled you a friendly hug.

You covered your candle in your kitchen to blow out the flame before taking her to your room so you all could get ready. Sienna was going through your closet to find you a ‘sexy ass’ outfit while you curled your hair in soft waves. You were combing your eyebrows hairs into place before running a brow pencil over the sparse areas when Sienna exclaimed startling you slightly.

Turning your body to face your closet, Sienna had held up a pair of leather shorts and a mess long sleeve top while a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrow. Shaking your head you agreed to her outfit of choice for you to wear and continued your makeup application.

With both of your outfits lying on your bed, your new friend got to work on her makeup as well and insisted you do her eyeshadow since at work you had it ‘blended to the gods’ as she put it.

A pass of your highlighter brush over your cheekbones and your makeup was complete. Looking into the mirror on your desk, your eyes dazzled with your deep purple and wine colored halo styled eyeshadow. The light pink almost opal colored glitter you placed on the lightest part of your halo style lid sparkled under the lights of your bedroom from between your fluffy false lashes. Light pink and champagne colored highlighter sat above your countered cheekbones complimented your eyeshadow and mauve blush. Pursing your berry colored stained lips you sprayed a layer of setting spray over your work to act as a protective shield from the dancing and drinking you knew would commence tonight.

Standing your from chair you began to get dressed with the clothes sitting atop your bed that Sienna had picked out for you while she was also getting dressed in your bathroom. You pulled your black mesh top over your head and pushed your arms through the long sleeves of the material then smoothing the top over your black lacy bra. Pulling the leather skin tight shorts over your thighs you secured them with a snap of their button and a pull of their zipper.

You had been pulling the black suede heeled mid-thigh boots over your crew socks when Sienna entered your bedroom. “Girl you look H O T, like a Spicy mami!” Blushing at her compliment you stood in your now zippered boots and gestured to her body.

“Dude you look AMAZING, if i’m hot your on fire!” Sienna swayed her hips that were being hugged in a pair of mid wash boyfriend jeans that were tight in all the right places. Her yellow silk strapless top was held up by the fabric wrapping itself around her neck and creating a peephole in the middle of her cleavage, the top ended over her navel and showed off the rich ebony skin of her torso that was practically glowing with her shimmery dry body oil. Her feet had been in a pair of yellow stiletto heals that matched her top perfectly. Her natural mid length curls bounced with each step she took towards you with her phone in her hand.

After you finished accessorizing with a plethora of silver rings and matching simplistic earrings you posed for a picture with Sienna for her snapchat. The both of you posted multiple pictures and videos on your story before her phone rang.

Hanging up the receiver she smiled her deep nude glossy covered lips. “The girls just got to the club, let’s go!” You pulled your small cross body over your frame after throwing in everything you needed for the night and followed her out of your front door.

Stepping put of the uber you could already hear the loud bass thumping from inside the deep grey colored building, it’s overhead neon purple lights framing the name gave it a hip and edgy vibe.

Your heeled boots clacked against the concrete pavement as you followed Sienna who had by passed the long line and walked right up to the bouncer. “SiSi!” the tall muscular man exclaimed encircled the woman you were with in a hug. “Chance this is y/n, she works with me and Hobi at Lennons, y/n this is Chance my cousin.” Shaking his hand you could help but smile at the warm smile the older gentleman gave you, the smile resembling that of Sienna. Waving you both inside after he told you both her friends were at the bar, you followed her through the massive crowds of bodies to the large bar that glowed with the same color neon purple lights from outside.

A woman with short blonde hair leaned her deep fuchsia bodycon dress covered body against the counter of the bar while talking to a taller thin man in a printed short sleeve button up Versace top tucked into a pair of black pants. Wrapping her arms around the pair, Sienna then introduced you all. The woman’s name was Stacey and she pulled your body in for a hug as well before calling over the bartender to order a round of shots. The man you now knew as Julio puckered his gloss covered lips placing kisses on both of your cheeks.

“Mami you’re gorgeous! I mean i’m gorgeous too but aren’t we all a group of hot bitches?” Julio yelled out and your lips curled upwards in a big smile. You knew you were going to like Stacey and Julio.

The music thumped around you as you watched Julio pose for a selfie on his snapchat, You were already 4 shots and 2 drinks in and your body was feeling the familiar tingly of your buzz.

“Bitch this is the jam!” Stacey shouted, her fingers curling around your and Julio’s wrists to pull you to the dance floor. Maneuvering through the throngs of bodies swaying to the beats you all eventuated settled yourself into a makeshift circle.

Moving your hips to the beat, you wrapped your arms around Julios hips as he twerked his ass onto your hips and giggled as he and stacey shouted the lyrics to WAP. Stacey stood in front of Julio and you both sandwiched his body between yours rapping to Meg the Stallions second verse wagging your tongues as you ended the “When I ride the dick imma spell my name, AHH!”

Dancing to the second song you were about to ask why Sienna hadn’t joined to all on the dance floor after she had left to restroom earlier when your eyes spotted her leaning agains the bar talking to none other than Hobi. A big smile donned her face as she giggled at what you could assume was a joke. “Loverboy is here! damn he’s got a nice ass look at those hips” Julio said and earned a smack on his bare chest courtesy of his row of unbuttoned buttons from Stacey. “Don objectify Siennash love interesst, that’s lihhk..lihke inshest” she slightly slurred.

“Honey I’m just appreciating his body” batting his lashes Julio smiled at the blonde. You three had been dancing and laughing at jokes when Sienna followed by Hobi came pushing through bodies to get to you all. Sitting a shot glass of blue liquid you assumed to be a blue kamikaze in your hand, Hobi greeted you with that cheerful smile of his and a hello.

Sienna’s phone flashlight shined on your faces as Julio shouted out a “Cheers Bitches”, the clinking of your glasses in a toast followed by the cold liquid flowing down you throat fueled your ongoing buzz.

“I’m buying ussh nother shot” Stacey cheered and skipped over to the bar in her god scrappy heels. You had to have had a worried look on your face when Julio wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders “Babe don’t worry, we took an uber over and we’re roomies to she will be safe even if she gets batshit drunk.” With an “okay okay just making sure” your eyes traveled to the blonde that Julio was walking over to to help with carrying her plethora of shots that she teetered on a black circular tray.

Julio held the tray in one of his hands as you all huddled around in a circle. People dancing around you all cast their gazes on your new friends as they cheered the chorus of “shots shots shots”. The tray held various types of shots that you tried to discern by color and scent.

Everyone picked their shot and or shots as you all clinked another cheers with a smile to the cellphone Sienna held in her nude nail polished oval shaped nails for what you heard was for her insta.

The first shot you had picked was another Blue Kamikaze, the familiar blue semi sweet liquid almost refreshing on your tongue. Placing the glass onto the tray still balanced on Julios non occupied hand, you then picked up your second shot, a Pineapple upside down cake. The cake vodka mixed with the pineapple juice and grenadine reminding you of the sweet moist cake you loved to indulge on.

“I also ordered us a round of blow jobs shots” Julio said with a wink and you swore you saw Sienna blushing. Following the man in the Versace shirt to the bar, you all with the exception of Hobi who said the taste of Kahlua didn’t mesh with his Corona.

The bartender finished the top of each shot glass with an ample amount of whip cream and pushed the shots forward in front of each of you.

A sudden creep of heat made its way up your spine and you swore you felt as if someone was staring at the back of your body. Not wanting to turn around and make it obvious you tried to cast a sideways glance at where you felt the gaze coming from. Your eyes were met by a sea of bodies and before you could look any further, Julio announced it was time to take the shots the “proper” way.

With a shake of your head and a smirk, you leaned your head down to be eye level with the bar. A “Get that dick” left Julios lips and you all leaned down to take the shot. The tip of your tongue peeked out from the seam of your lips and licked a tiny amount of whip cream off of the top. Wrapping your mouth in a small ‘O’ around the rim of the glass, you tipped your head back and stood up letting the coffee flavored liquid run own your throat. Gripping the glass from your lips that were still wrapped around it, you placed it on the counter and licked at your bottom lip where whip cream had smooshed out of when you wrapped your lips around the glass.

“Bitch i’m feeling drunk” Julio giggled and you shook your head telling him and Stacey to sip some water before they started dancing again. With a reluctant nod, the blonde agreed and ordered a bottle of water for herself and for her roommate. Sienna was blushing hard to your right, you noticed Hobi watched her lick her lips from residual liquid still on them. With a knowing smile you once again felt that same gaze center on your form.

Turning around, your eyes searched for that gaze. Looking through the sea of gyrating bodies illuminated only by the blue and purple LED lights and flurry of soft rainbow lights on disco lights from atop the dance floor.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes met those of Jungkook, his burning gaze fixated on you as you stood against the bar. You felt this pull to him that you couldn’t describe other than how a matchstick struck a matchbook and was engulfed in flame.

You wanted, no needed to ask why he was here, why he was staring at you, why you felt this pull of sorts. You didn’t get to ask any of those questions though as your body was pulled by Sienna and Stacey to a spot near the middle of the dance floor.

“try to stop me i’m like no way, no way” you let the songs beat and it’s lyrics rule your body as you moved your hips to the beat. Sienna and Stacey sandwiched you between them as you all moved in sync, swaying your hips left and right.

“I can feel it in my brain” Hobi and Julio joined you all on the dance floor and you watched as his arms encircled Sienna's causing you to smile. You, Julio and Sienna danced in a circle while the dim LED lights cast a cool glow.

“Try to fuck me i’m like okay okay” Fingers brushed themselves along the sides of your waist and before you could turn around and ask ‘who the fuck’ touched you, you felt a searing yet comfortable heat from those fingers that you could only attribute to the same as when that man looked at you.

Tilting your head to the side, you leaned your head back against what you thought would be his chest. With a tighter grip on your hips, the man pressed against you slightly and swayed your bodies to the music.

As the song shifted to ‘Such a Whore, Stellular Remix” You bit your lip and let your hips ground back against him in small circular motions. Your eyes fluttered close as the beat took over your body, your body abuzz with the alcohol in your system and one of your hands drifted it way up into your hair as you slithered down under your knees bent. Swaying your hips left to right, you raised yourself to a standing position again and Jungkook pulled you closer to him, a hand splaying itself over your belly.

“Jungkook” you softly whispered. Your body was spun around and you were suddenly staring at the man who’s gaze lit you ablaze with curiosity. Eyes trailing downward you took in his silky black shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off his clavicle that was illuminated by the blue light emitting from overhead. Daring your eyes further, you looked over his leather skin tight pants that accentuated every muscle that rippled on his thighs. On his feet were black leather dress boots. Flicking your eyes back up to his face, his honey colored eyes were partially covered by his long dark silky looking waves but you could see a hint of deep kohl on his lash line accentuating his gaze. Several silver earring lined his ears and glinted against the lights much like the sweat on his clavicle had.

“You remembered my name” left his sweet like honey yet alluringly deep voice and you felt your stomach clench. Nodding your head your breath hitched when he leaned his face closer to yours, his lips just brushing yours. “Why do you feel like this? Why do you feel like raw power that I should be afraid of? but all I want to do is hold you right now?” Pulling back slightly your eyebrows furrows at his odd questions.

“What..do you mean.. power?” you muttered. “y/n I know you’re a Magick holder, can’t you feel me too? Isn’t that why you keep looking my way?” he whispered into the shell of you ear, careful of dancers close by. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t have Magick, I never have.”

“You don’t have to lie, I can feel it and it’s strong.. almost scary. From the first time I saw you at that grocery store I felt it. It’s like my mind and my Magick was telling me to stay away but a part of me wants to get closer.” Pulling back from your ear Jungkook looked you straight in the eye and you could feel the truth in his gaze but you couldn’t help but feel like he was mistaken.

A shiver of ice cold air ran up your spine and you pulled back from his embrace. Your head started to feel fuzzy and you stepped towards your friends bidding them goodbye with a made up excuse of needing to get home because your heels were hurting you and you could feel the blisters forming. Hobi and Sienna had insisted on driving you home as he had brought his car but you shook it off, telling them you had already ordered an Uber with a wave of your cellphone.

“Fine but promise you’ll text when you get home?” Sienna called out to you after you had hugged them all goodbye and exchanged numbers with Stacey and Julio. With a yes you made your way to the door and bid her cousin goodbye as well.

Standing against the wall between the club and one of a currently closed restaurant, you took in deep breaths of fresh air. You knew you needed to actually call an Uber but you wanted to take a few more breaths and center yourself first. Pulling your phone from your small bag, you opened the Uber app and searched for the nearest one.

Clicking the icon of a nearby Uber you were checking their score as that same ice cold shiver ran up your spine. This time it had felt stronger, almost like it was incasing you in a block of ice that you couldn’t escape. Your hands began to shake while you clutched your phone and your breaths had started to smoke as you exhaled.

“Here you are little dove” Snapping your head up, your eyes landed on a tall man who had been standing in the shadows between both buildings. His footsteps echoed against the concrete and as he got closer you took in how pale he had looked. It’s as if his skin almost took on a light blue hue when he shifted in his steps, his long black trench coat flowing behind him as he neared your shaking form.

“Who are you?” you grit out through your teeth, no matter how much this mans aura scared you, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. With a wicked smile of his bright white teeth, his steely blue eyes met yours. Reaching out, his finger lightly brushed against the skin of you left cheek causing it to feel as if it was burning from dry ice.

Raising a hand you pushed his touch away from your face and pulled out your pocky knife with your other hand. Steeling your gaze you willed your body to stop shaking. “Don’t touch me! I have a knife and there’s plenty of people nearby. I swear i’ll fucking cut you and scream for help.” With a sinister chuckle the man quirked an eyebrow at you, taking interest in the blade clutched in your small palm.

“Can’t you feel the magic that’s blocking us from measly humans? My sweet, they can’t hear you and you should know that knife won’t do a thing if it’s out of your hands” With a flick of his palm, light blue smoke encircled you and a dagger made out of ice was shot your way slicing at the flesh of your hand as you dropped the knife. “just like this”

Bending down you quickly reached for the knife but were pushed against the concrete wall you were standby near. The water puddles that littered the floor were streaming upwards towards the mans hands and forming ice dagger like blades that were sent hurdling to your form and effectively pinned you agains the wall as they embed themself into the wall.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” You yelled out as you wiggled your body in an attempt to get away from the man and this alleyway.

“I just want to get to know you, to get to know the person with this surging power that oh so enticing.” Steeping towards you, his fingers ran down the sides of your arms causing you to spit out “fuck you’s" from your lips.

��I don’t fucking have any power you dickwad and i sure as hell down’t want to get to know you. What kind of person gets to know somebody by slicing their hand with a dagger and embedding ice daggers around their body so they can’t escape?” With a tsk he sniggered “My, my, what a naughty mouth you have here. I just wanted to get to know you, you’re the one that pulled out a knife.” gripped his hands around your shoulder he pressed his face against the curve of your neck and inhaled.

“You feel like a thousand hells and I need more.” Feeling a wet appendage against your neck you knew you needed to get out of here. With all of your strength you pushed forward and freed up your left leg enough to kick him in the balls with you black heeled boot. With the unexpected kick, his power was paused as he clutched his nether regions and flung his body backwards.

Feeling the ice daggers weaken slightly you pulled the rest of your body from the wall and kicked towards his frame once again, this time hitting the bottom of his chin which sent him further backwards.

Jogging forwards, you felt the magic like barrier around you coming closer to an end before you were being pulled back by ice cold hands and flung onto the floor. Wiping the blood dribbling from his mouth onto the back of his hand the man climbed on top of you reading a hand upwards to your neck. Your neck felt as if it had a noose made of frostbite and he clutched it between his fingers squeezing hard but not enough to kill.

“Little dove wants to fight? Why don’t you show me your true power, your true Magick and we can be even? Come on, tell me your name and show me your power. Iv’e needed to meet you since I first saw you enter this club. I was minding my business about to get laid but i felt your energy and I knew I needed to feel it even more.”

Mustering a “Fuck you” You spit out at his face and felt his fingers squeeze harder causing blurry white dots flood your vision. Coughing out air you wondered if this was how you’d die. By a creepy man with the power of Water who could make it into ice and wield it like nobody you had seen before who had been crazy and convinced you had power you didn’t actually have. In an alleyway next to a bar where you had just made friends at. On your first week in the city where you’d start your new life.

Gasping for air you mumbled a series of non finished words as you hoped by some miracle you’d make it out of here. You were kicking yourself in the ass that you had left the lanyard your mother gave you back at your apartment as it didn’t fit in your bag with its hanging crystals. Even if it hadn’t done anything protection wise, you knew it would bring you peace and serenity that you needed had this been your last moments.

A loud yell of something you couldn’t quite make out was heard and a ball of blue inferno flame encircled in a ball of deep blood red flame was sent hurdling towards the man on top of you. The mans body was found off of you as he clutched his chest from the flame that had burned through his clothes and caused a layer of skin you singe off. With a loud scream he hurdled himself armed with a slew of ice daggers and a surrounding of ice cold wind towards where the fire ball came from.

Gasping in short breaths your hands clutched at your neck as you attempted to sit up, feeling lightheaded you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. Willing your eyes back open you took in the sight in front of you. The man was throwing daggers and snow flurries towards who you had noticed as Jungkook.

Steadying your breath you stood up onto your knees while you tried to regain some control of your body. A row of flame encircled you as a barrier of sorts and your eyes met that of Jungkooks, although he didn’t say a word you knew he was asking you to stay put.

The man of ice landed a blow on Jungkooks chest and sliced through his shirt causing you to stand abruptly on your shaky knees. Gripping the man between his hands, Jungkook flung him onto the floor and the two grappled around in a physical match fueled by their different powers and obvious fighting skills.

With a shriek from the man who had attacked you, you watched as Jungkooks fist encircled in flames landed on his face and the smell of burning skin permeated your nose. An ice dagger was sent your way and sliced the side of your left cheek. Before you could register the warm blood flowing down your skin, flames engulfed the alleyway as the man wiggled his way out of Jungkooks gasp while the latter had snapped his attention to you as he watched the dagger slice your flesh before his flames could melt it.

The flames dulled as he ran his way towards you after he sent a series of bursts of flames towards the man who narrowly escaped the alleyway. The bursts soaked into the magic barrier that was invisible to the naked eye.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked after he brushed a thumb along the small cut on your cheek causing your eyebrows to furrow as you slightly winced at the action. With a nod of your head he shook his head and looked down towards his shoes that were covered in soot like ashes “I’m sorry I didn’t get here earlier, I could feel that you were in trouble but his barrier was strong and I couldn’t hardly sense where you were until I conjured one of my own.” Wrapping your arms around your body that was one again shivering you shook your head and tapped his shoulder so he could look at you. “It’s ok..thank…you for uh saving me” The most beautiful smile adorned the gorgeous mans face and his pink lips stretched along his teeth. “No need to thank me i’m just glad I got here before it ended it worse.”

“I don’t…I don’t think he would’ve killed me. I feel like he wanted to knock me out. For what I’m not sure but he kept talking about wanting to get to know me and wanting to get closer and more of the energy of my power” mumbling out the last part your teeth chattered against one another.

Your body was encircled by large arms into a warm hug that eased your mind and cold body after Jungkook had noticed your teeth chattered and your arms wrapped around yourself. His naturally warm body aided with his active power helped you to warm up fast.

“I told you you had power. I can feel it y/n. Iv’e never felt anything like it before. It like its telling me to run. But then it’s like that thought is cut off by another saying to help.”

Shaking your head your fists began to shake in anger, you had had it with people saying you had something you didn’t. You were just attacked for having a supposed ‘power’ for The Goddesses sake and now this extremely attractive man was telling you he could ‘feel it’. You were fucking ordinary, you always had been and always were. All of your life, you were protective magickally and non magickally by your friends and family. An active power user would make fun of you for not being like your parents and your friends would set them straight. This was why you moved to this God damn city, to get away form being protected, to live your life on your own and rely on yourself. You just fucking got here and all this shit kept happening, the nightmares, the feelings of being watched, Jungkook, and now the creepy ass man. You were fucking done! why couldn’t you just live your FUCKING LIFE!

Jungkook watched as one of your pupils began to darken as your fists curled and uncurled. Soon your eye was encompassed fully in black. Black smoke like tendrils weaved their way from your shaking palms and an immense power filled the space causing Jungkook’s soul to buzz in fear. It felt like lighting was repeatedly striking the area causes massive pulses in power. Your veins started to darken to an inky black color under your skin and you felt yourself beginning to burst in anger. With an angered yell, the tendrils whipped towards the wall you had been held against earlier and turned into obsidian like spears as they came in contact with the concrete. The power causing major holes to rip through the wall and into the condemned restaurant. A large puff of smoke blasted through the area as stone began to further fall from the holes your spears had made.

The only feeling that could describe how you felt right now was fear. You feared for what you had just seen your physical form do. You feared for the thoughts that had been running rampant in your head telling you to do much worse. You feared that you’d never be the same and you feared of what would become of you.

Tears escaped your ducts and flowed along your ruined makeup covered cheeks. Taking in the scene of destruction you had caused, you repeated a flurry of ‘sorrys’ before being pulled against Jungkook who told you it would all be okay. “Hey, shhh. Lets get you cleaned up and home, okay?”

Pulling you along with him with an arm wrapped around your shoulders, he walked you both out of his barrier and closed it with a wave of his hand as you both stepped onto the concrete and walked to the nearby parking lot. Turning around you stared at the alleyway that had been covered in soot and rumble littering the floor. It seemed as if the scene never even happened, there was no smoke in the air, the building that had holes it it seemed to repair itself and the piles of rubble were seemingly swept away by a metaphorical broom. Next to it stood the club you had been in earlier that night, patrons were exiting the bar laughing and talking as if nothing had happened in the alleyway next to it, as if you hadn’t just caused holes in the building next to it. As if you hadn’t been fighting for your life earlier. As if Jungkook hadn’t conjured Inferno fire.

At that last thought your head whipped around to his when you both reached a sleek black Audi two door with matching black rims. “you have inferno fire!” you almost yelled out as he opened the door for you but held back a little in fear of someone hearing you as you were still in public. With a hard gulp causing his Adams apple to bob furiously, he nodded and rounded the car to the drivers side door entering the black leather interior.

“But how? Thats extremely rare, if that man hadn’t had ice like armor covering his body I know you would’ve disintegrated him” With a small shake of his head, his gaze was now covered by his long hair as his gaze focused on the road in front of him. Turning the key into the ignition, the car roared to life. “His armor didn’t matter, if I wanted to disintegrate him I would’ve.. I conjured the ball to be encircled with red flame to not be nearly as powerful. I figured you didn’t want a body to burn and turn into ash in front of you.. the screams would’ve been..unsightly.”

With wide eyes you buckled your seat belt and told him your address after he asked, watching his car pull onto the road and head to the destination of your apartment.

That’s the end of chapter 1. I worked really mf hard on this and revised certain scenes like 10 times lol. I used my knowledge of Magick and natural remedies to aid in the writing of this series. Books were a great source of research as well that i literally have been going over and over to make sure I got certain aspects right. I’m also fortunate to have a local occult shop that has vast knowledge in these sort of things.

All chants and ‘spells’ used that are not of my own making belong to their rightful owners and I will try to mention them by name in this section if I can find them

Books I own that served as research and inspo are:

Crystal Healing by Ann Crane

Blackthorns Botanical Magic by Amy Blackthorn

The Inner Temple of Witchcraft by Christopher Penczak

The spell used after y/n got out pf the shower to calm herself is called Chant for Peace of Mind by an unknown author and shared by Realm of the Witch

I really hope you enjoy chapter 1 of Seance Season

-C or Potittiess

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