[ tag yourself! I wanna know who you identify the most with :) ]
Seokjin: a golden crown adorned with rubies and emeralds; vanilla icing; peaches; white sheets; parted lips; fluffy sweaters; coffee brown loafers; that one friend with an endless supply of pencils; a field of sunflowers; the smell of the inside of a bakery; morning rain; chasing butterflies; a book with wrinkled and ripped pages; the ache in your stomach after laughing too long; two bodies pressed together; chandeliers; cotton candy; a fading polaroid picture; soft hands; chaste kisses; herbal tea; relaxing under a tree in the summer sun.
Yoongi: motorcycles; jack-o-lanterns; spiraling staircases, red lighting, sneaking out of the house at midnight; lazy kisses; secret smiles from opposite sides of the room; mismatched socks; gasoline; cuddling under layers of sheets; ditching umbrellas in the rain; leather boots; black skinny jeans; a bouquet of roses; scribbled love notes; good scotch; the smell of the forest; snowball fights; peppermint sticks in hot chocolate; marble pillars; turtlenecks; off-key singing; standing on the hood of a car; snuggling at a beach bonfire.
Namjoon: wire glasses; stargazing at 2 am; walls covered with maps; taking ugly selfies; long rants about society and politics; earl grey tea; lip bites; passionate kisses; beige blankets; lollipops; jumping on the bed; coffee shop background music; thunderstorms; baseball caps; the feeling of a comfortably full stomach; a single lily lying on your doorstep; copies of poems from dead poets; the roaring 20s; denim overalls; outdoor swimming pools; playing chess; finishing a box of doughnuts with your favourite person.
Hoseok: attending football games; hesitant first kisses; apple pie; borrowed hoodies; beanies as a fashion statement; dewy grass; bubble baths; the feeling of blood rushing to your brain; front flips on trampolines; being thrown into the pool; fizzy drinks; playing with puppies; stolen glances at your lips; playing card games; punching a vending machine to get a snack for free; being drenched in sweat; colourful sneakers; having your headphones on and not being able to hear the outside world; staying at amusement parks until closing time.
Jimin: uncontrollable laughter; crow’s feet; orange juice; watching reruns of shows from the 90s; face paint; watching fireworks from a skyscraper; drinking straight from a coconut; cuddling while it rains outside; swimming in the ocean; fuzzy slippers and bathrobes; smiling in-between kisses; crying when your friend starts crying; watering plants that aren’t even yours; petting every dog you see on the way to work/school; the smell of cherry blossoms; seeing rainbows after a thunderstorm; dropping onto the floor after a gruelling workout.
Taehyung: letting go of balloons; running around barefoot; denim jackets; neon socks; doing the puzzles on the back of cereal boxes; serene smiles; singing along to musicals; either incredibly rough or soft kisses; syrup on pancakes; mineral water; watching terrible movies on purpose and acting like movie critics; surprise dates at fancy restaurants; playing pranks on all of your friends; finishing an 18″ new york pizza with just your best friend to spite the waitress who said you couldn’t do it; spooning on the couch.
Jungkook: paint-splattered white shirts; art galleries; being quiet even though you have a lot to say; ripped jeans; taking pictures of everything beautiful; watching flocks of birds fly by; staying at the beach until it gets too cold; raising your eyebrows as a form of communication; the smell of rain and fancy hotel lobbies; flipping through old books; running until you can’t feel your lungs or legs; back hugs; a fresh bouquet of flowers on your desk every monday; handwritten reminders; black coffee; finally beating the claw machine.
Day 7: AU (& OTP) : Ruby and Gold were together drawn to each other during curse time and Enchanted Forest and began seeing each other secretly after Emma came to Storybrooke. After the curse was broken, they remained friendly, often confiding in each other and being protective of each other. They became close during season three and more so while the heroes were in Camelot.
Blue: So that’s when this salesman from men’s sportswear walks clear across the store into ladies’ petite and says, “Oh excuse me, miss, but I noticed you’ve been having a hard time deciding between the turquoise strapless and the flaming red backless. Well, personally I’d like to see you in the backless.” And I said, “When?” And he said, “How about Saturday night?” And I said, “How about in your dreams, sleazo!” Can you believe the nerve of that guy?
Not horse related, but my dog has lost 10kg and I’m really proud of her. She has severe arthritis so it’s been a mission and a half to get the weight off but she is a totally new dog now!! Premium prescription dog food and off lead walks have done wonders for my pooper.
◇ Everything felt like it was getting better. But of course, you never had the best judgement.
◇ Jungkook x reader
◇ wow, it’s seriously been ages since I’ve updated this story lmao i figured I should update it because its getting more popular and more people want to know whats going on so!!! Here you go, enjoy!!
Taehyung is quick to follow after Jungkook when the younger disappears in a swirl of black smoke, his mind focused on his destination yet his heart completely fixated on your wellbeing.
He’s ready to explode into a rampage of complete, white hot fury, because he told Jungkook not to Mark you, and he knew something would go wrong but Jungkook is too stubborn and never listens to anyone except a select few - and now, because of that stubbornness, your life was in danger.
Taehyung warned Jungkook that this would happen.
The brunette daemon materialises exactly where he had imagined himself to - in a hallway of a pub called Immortalis, run by a cousin of Jungkook’s. As much as the younger hates to admit it, Jungkook is predictable, and Taehyung knew that the first place Jungkook would take his Marked was somewhere that he felt comfortable in.
Taehyung begins his search for Jungkook, faint music and chatter coming from the pub downstairs. The hallways are dark and gloomy, with no windows to shed some light on any surface - a stark contrast to the scene downstairs, which was surely as jolly and joyful as one could be.
The dark mahogany wooden floors creak under Taehyung’s boots as he comes to a stop outside an old, wooden door. He can sense the presence of Jungkook and you inside, and it startles him to think that of all the rooms Jungkook could’ve brought you to, he brought you to his own. It took Taehyung two years of worming his way into Jungkook’s heart to get access to that room - but he moves that thought aside, and pushes open the door.
Taehyung is now 100% sure that the Bond has fully activated within Jungkook. It’s easy to tell, really, just by looking at Jungkook’s persona - said daemon sits beside the bed that lays in the right corner of the room. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are completely focused on your still form, chin resting on the support that his clasped hands made. He’s subconsciously almost arching over you, as if trying to guard you with his own body, and his knee bounces anxiously.
Jungkook had always been good at masking his emotions - it was one of the things that made him him, and Taehyung finds it unsettling to say the least when he asks Jungkook what the hell happened and almost gets his head bitten off.
“What happened?” Jungkook laughs humorlessly, his eyes not leaving you. He’s uncharacteristically uncomposed, a stark contrast to the confident and powerful man that had just been in the club with Taehyung. “What happened?”
Jungkook’s fist tightens as he sits up properly, rolling his neck in agitation. “What happened Taehyung, is that the Marking process started way too early, and way too strongly. That’s what happened.”
“Will she be alright?” Taehyung asks, pulling the seat out from the desk near the window and drawing it up beside Jungkook. “Has Jin taken a look at her yet?”
“Not yet,” Jungkook mumbles, leaning forwards again. “But I called him just before you got here. Said she should be okay. I asked him to check up on her though, just in case.”
“And… and the bracelet?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer for a good few moments. “I don’t know.”
Taehyung nods, turning his head to face Jungkook. He doesn’t say anything, only trying to decipher what Jungkook could possibly be feeling right now. He looked worried, his features tinged with guilt, but Taehyung doesn’t know if those emotions were only brought on by the Bond or by what Jungkook really feels. As if he knows exactly what his elder is thinking, a bitter scoff fills the room.
“You know what the worst part is?” Jungkook asks rhetorically, dark eyebrows knitting together. “I - I can feel things for her. Sadness, guilt, r-regret… I can feel it, Taehyung, and it’s fucking confusing because I don’t know if it’s what I’m feeling or what I’m being forced to feel-!”
“Calm down,” Taehyung murmurs, a hand patting Jungkook’s back comfortingly. Jungkook only clenches his jaw and stares straight ahead, so Taehyung figures it’s best to just leave him for the time being. Sighing softly, he finally averts his attention to you.
You look so… so fragile, so dull. Your eyes are shut tight, lips opened in a natural pout, one hand laying on top of the other. Your skin has a strange ashy, grey tint to it, void of your usual lively glow, and Taehyung has to stop his jaw from clenching with a sudden flood of anger when he spots the golden bracelet, ruby red around the edges from the pure heat of it, mimicking the redness and purple of the skin of your wrist.
He reaches out, though, and takes your hand in his anyway, interlinking your fingers - but then, when he realises that you can’t intertwine your fingers with his in return, he can feel the pulsing fury returning.
“This is what happens when you don’t listen,” Taehyung growls, tightening his grip on your hand. “You let your stubbornness and your pride take control and now somebody’s gotten hurt.” His voice drops to a whisper as he smooths his thumb over your hand. “____ got hurt.”
“I couldn’t help it,” Jungkook exhales sharply through gritted teeth. “You know that. She’s my Marked — what exactly did you want me to do-?”
“Reject her!” Taehyung yells before he can stop it. He knows it won’t wake you but he finds himself glancing unsurely at you anyways, lowering his voice. “There are plenty of people who have done it before, so why can’t you?”
“You know what happens to people who reject their Marked, Taehyung!”
The room stills, and the atmosphere shifts until the air is thick with tension. Taehyung ignores the fact that Jungkook is most definitely shaking with anger, and moves to brush your hair away from your face. However, before he gets the chance to, the room is filled with a low growl that makes his his head snap towards Jungkook.
“Get your hands off of her,” Jungkook exhales shakily, his fists shaking with the effort of keeping in the sudden wave of anger. Taehyung doesn’t move, and that simple action - or lack of - seems to throw Jungkook off the edge.
Eyes suddenly glowing a dangerous, amber yellow, eyebrows knitting together, the air practically crackling with the electric power that Jungkook was emanating. “Get out!”
Taehyung knows better than to push Jungkook’s buttons - but your injury makes him angry at Jungkook and he finds that his common sense has been thrown out the window. Still, he pushes out his chair roughly, not caring if it topples to the floor - and slowly, a humorless, scoff-like laugh falls passed his lips.
“There was a reason I told you not to Mark her, Jungkook,” Taehyung murmurs, a hand on the door knob. He gazes at you from the corner of his eye, the steady rise and fall of your chest calming his own heart. But reality comes crashing onto him like a tsunami, and he turns back to look at the dark mahogany in front of him.
“But knowing your pettiness and spite, you’d rather damn her to a life with someone who made her fear for her own life for the past few days than let her be happy-”
He hesitates, as if he’s about to say something more, but his chest is weighed down by a sudden sadness that he has to get out of the room as soon as possible. The slam of the door behind Taehyung barely makes Jungkook flinch, leaving him in his own thoughts.
“Did ye hear ‘bout the attack at Brimstone Avenue?” Jungkook’s cousin Terry comments as he sets a pint of beer in front of Taehyung. The pub is bustling, as usual, with jolly, drunk, red-cheeked people talking and cheering and being generally happy.
Taehyung shakes his head, taking a large and extremely needed gulp of the bitter beverage — there’s an underlying hint of strawberries that notifies Taehyung that it’s not just any ordinary mortal beer, and he hums in satisfaction as it burns down his throat.
“Seven dead, four in hospital. Two humans, as well — Governess Playta must be up to ‘er bloody neck with tryna calm down the human government — ’s not her fault, though…” Jungkook’s cousin babbles on, wiping down the wooden bar with fervour. “We’ve been told it was some sort of freak attack, but there’s been talk, ye know…”
“Talk about what?” Taehyung frowns, setting his beer down. He glances around him for a few seconds, before he leans forward. “Talk about what?”
Terry throws a cautious eye around too, lowering his voice until it settled at a tone and pitch that Taehyung had never heard come out of the jolly man’s mouth. “There’s a man that’s been causing trouble for the Governess… Rumour has it that he’s a necromancer; gathering power from the dead so he can try an'steal the Book.”
“The Book?” Taehyung hisses, eyes widening. “The Book is in a guarded vault thousands of metres underground, protected by hexes and curses. Nobody would be powerful enough to get passed them—”
“Well, that’s what’s so unsettlin’,” Jungkook’s cousin finishes, leaning on his forearms in front of Taehyung. It’s the first time that Taehyung has seen him so sombre, so frightened about what’s to come. “Everybody knows that ye can only get through there if yer a direct descendent of the foundin’ family — an’ there’s none left. So tha’ means tha’ 'e must be strong enough to get through—”
“Don’t fill his head with those rumours,” a voice chastises. Taehyung swivels his head to find the body that belongs to the voice, and he’s relieved to ses it’s only Jin. “They’re not true — they’ll only be true once they’re verified. ”
Half water daemon and half witch, Jin was the best healer in the area. His water daemon powers allowed him to heal burns and other heat related injuries, while his witch heritage gave him the ability to heal almost every other injury. Whether he liked it or not, Jungkook made the right choice in calling him. ____ would definitely be okay.
“Well, ye know,” Terry sighs, raising his eyebrows, cleaning out a glass next to him, “The Government is hiding everythin’ nowadays. Wouldn’t be surprised if they never told us anythin'—”
“Terry! Another round of Deep Blues here, would ya?” A voice yells over the hustle and bustle of the pub, and Terry shouts back a quick agreement before he bids the two goodbye.
“So, where’s Jungkook?” Jin questions, leaning against the bar table. “I need to go check up on his girl—”
“____,” Taehyung interrupts, clenching his jaw and downing the last of his bitter, ice cold drink. He slips off of his bar stool, exhaling in annoyance as he begins to lead Jin to Jungkook’s room. “Her name is ____.”
The first thing you hear are voices — or what you think are voices. They blur together, all at different pitches, all with different paces and different tones.
“…fine… come off in a… days… rest…”
The voices begin to emphasise themselves, forming words and letters until you can hear a few broken syllables and some complete words. You groan lightly as you regain feeling in your body, a throbbing pain in both your head and your wrist.
“Looks like she’s waking up.”
That sentence is the one that makes your eyes snap open — and then the panic sets in.
When your eyes flutter open to meet the stark white ceiling, the memories come flowing like water from a broken dam. They leave you clutching your head in pain as flashes play behind your eyes - the library, almost being hit by a bus (before someone saved you), travelling blocks in what seemed like the space of a few seconds. The last image of Taehyung and… and that man, before you passed out - which brings you to now.
Where the hell am I?
The question is obviously the most prominent on your mind right now; wincing, and with a strained grunt, you haul yourself up until you’re sitting, propped against the full pillows under your head - you regret moving so roughly almost immediately, when a sharp, pounding headache drifts against your forehead.
“Easy, easy,” a man you’ve never seen before places a gentle hand on your forearm and another on your shoulder, smiling softly and reassuringly as he helps you sit more efficiently. You shrink away from him, though, shooting him an unsure look. “I’m Jin.”
You swallow as you clutch your forehead, grimacing as you peer around the room. It’s mostly mahogany and glass, as far as you can tell. Dark curtains have been pulled over the window that’s beside and behind the bed you’re laying in, showering the room in grey-toned light.
There’s a door on the opposite wall, and next to that is a desk and a chest of drawers. The room is surprisingly empty, so it either belongs to somebody who’s very rarely present, or it’s a guest room. Both prompts don’t help with your deductions much: you still have no idea where the hell you are, and as your brain begins the wake up and function properly, you become more aware of the ever-growing pain throbbing in your wrist.
“How are you feeling?” Jin asks quietly, eyes trained on yours — you keep them cast down to the sheets, mind buzzing with every emotion under the sun.
“Fine,” you answer quietly, instictively drawing your wrist towards you.
“It must hurt,” the man frowns pitifully, peering at your wrist when you hiss at the movement. You only nod softly, still cautious of him. He sighs softly, letting a calm smile pull at his features, “The bracelet should be able to come off in a couple of days — from there on, you’ll just need the burn salve I left with Taehyung and a bandage — and rest, a lot of it.”
“Thanks,” you mutter, watching as he stands and grabs the briefcase beside him. He sends you a last smile, before he begins towards the door.
Jin looks back at you over his shoulder, hand on the door knob. “Should I send someone in, or do you want to rest?”
After a second of contemplation, you bite your lip. “Is… is Taehyung there?”
Jin nods, the same friendly smile on his face. “I’ll send him in for you. It was nice meeting you, ____.”
You’re about to send him a likewise, but he’s turned the doorknob already and stepped outside, shutting the door softly behind him and leaving you in silence.
You inhale deeply, running a hand over your face tiredly. You have no idea what was going on, you were confused, sore, tired and too awake at the same time. You wanted - no, needed - to see a familiar face, no matter how much he had lied to you — you needed to see Taehyung.
The door clicks open and the familiar figure of Kim Taehyung slides in. He’s wearing the most neutral clothes you’d ever seen him wear; a brown, long sleeved t-shirt and black jeans. His hair isn’t styled, either, and lays naturally across his forehead. Despite his out-of-the-normal appearance, though, it feels as if you can finally breath properly — and, despite your inner wishes, you can feel the familiar burning of tears of self-pity behind your eyes.
He smiles awkwardly, lips pulled tight as he pulls out the chair that Jin had been using, exhaling deeply as he leans forward on his elbows. He’s watching you carefully, and you’d never been more grateful for his presence than you were then.
“How are you?” He starts quietly, face still void of any happiness, or, essentially, Taehyung. “Jin was telling me the bracelet should be able to come off soon.”
“Good, I think,” you inhale, biting your lip. Your throat is clogged with tears, and you have to clear it a few times before you speak again. “I just — I’m confused, is all.”
“That’s expected,” he sighs. “I’m sorry I kept all this from you…”
“I thought I was going crazy, you know,” you laugh in an attempt to not get angry, or burst into tears, or both. “I — I kept seeing that man everywhere—”
“Jungkook,” Taehyung nods. “That was Jungkook.”
“You know him?” You hiss, eyes widening. “Oh my God, is he here? Oh, sweet mother of—”
“Calm down, calm down,” Taehyung hushes, grabbing your uninjured wrist. The contact shocks you out of your panic induced hysteria, and although your breathing is still heavier than usual, you listen to him as he explains himself.
“Jungkook’s a friend,” he begins, watching you carefully. “And look, I know you probably hate him right now, but just understand he couldn’t control what he did. The type of daemon that Jungkook is — I’ll explain later — requires that he has a mate of some sort or whatever, and it’s been chosen for him before birth. That’s you.”
“So I’m supposed to just be okay with this?” You scoff, “No, I don’t think so. Where’s my choice?”
“Well, you could… you could reject him…” He bites his lip, but the pleased look on your face makes him add hurriedly, “But I wouldn’t suggest it! Not until… not until you get to know him, at least. Not until you’re sure you want it.”
“I’m pretty damn sure,” you huff, “That Jungkook guy made me think I was crazy!”
“Technically, that was you,” Taehyung laughs a little, finally. “Because of the bracelet, your mind kinda switched to 'marked’ mode — your mind just wanted to find him, that’s all, and that’s why you kept seeing him everywhere.”
You run your hand over your face, shaking your head. “This - this makes no sense at all.”
“It never usually does.”
“But you'll… help me understand, right?”
(“So daemons exist? And faeries, and witches?”
“And you’re an air daemon. Jin’s a water daemon and a witch.”
“And Jungkook’s a fire daemon.”
“And this bracelet belongs to the Jeon family? That’s why that guy on the bus was so weird…”
“Are you sure you’re ready to meet him?” Taehyung asks quietly, worriedly, peering into your eyes to make sure that you were certain that you wanted to do this. “I don’t want you to be scared or anything… And he might act a bit weird, too, because of the Bond—”
“Better sooner than later, right?” You whisper back.
You and Taehyung stand in front of the door that separates the main part of the pub from the hall that leads to the stairs. You talk in hushed tones, because as far as Taehyung had told you, the pub was closed but Jungkook, Jungkook’s cousin Terry, and a few others were drinking and talking together.
Taehyung had proposed that you slept until tomorrow, but you wanted to meet everyone. You didn’t want to be unable to sleep because you were worried about everyone in the house, and you figured that dragging out your introduction to Jungkook would make you more anxious.
“Whatever you say,” Taehyung shrugs, but you can see he hesitates before he pushes open the door. All of the muffled speaking that you had heard through the door stops immediately as Taehyung steps through with you in tow.
You try not to regret your choice when you feel the multiple pairs of eyes digging into your form, stepping closer to Taehyung instinctively as he leads you over to the table everyone’s gathered at.
Taehyung clears his throat. “Everyone, this is _____.”
And all at once, everyone is introducing themselves, shaking your hand and smiling — all except one, of course, who your eyes avoid like the plague despite the fact that this was your decision.
There are 5 people — an older, jolly man who introduces himself as Terry; an older woman with a crew cut and multiple piercings that calls herself Mell, Terry’s wife; a man, a little older than yourself, with purple hair and dimples called Namjoon; another young man called Hoseok with blonde hair and a blinding smile, and then Jungkook, who sits at the edge of the booth closest to you, watching you carefully with furrowed brows and dark eyes.
“It’s nice to meet you,” you say shyly, and pull over a chair when Mell suggests that you sit with them. You sit your chair as close to Taehyung’s and as far from Jungkook’s as possible, desperately trying to forget his existence while simultaneously being only able to focus on him from your peripheral vision.
“So, what are we discussing?” Taehyung asks when he comes back from the bar. What looks like a beer is poised in his hand, but it’s the most beautiful beer you’ve ever seen — with a clear, crystal bottle and ever changing liquid that shifts from pink to blue to yellow to violet and back over again, it was prettier than any other human drink you’d seen before.
“Mell’s sayin’ that she doesn’t believe in the rumours,” Terry announces, and the conversation starts easily again, as if you’d never interrupted. You can feel eyes digging into your side profile, and it doesn’t take a genious to figure out who it is.
“I’m not saying that,” Mell rolls her eyes, “I’m just saying that I have no reason to believe it without evidence. Anybody could make up a rumour about someone stealing the Book, doesn’t mean it’s true.”
“An’ the 'freak accident’?” Terry insists, “That’s evidence enough.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Sure it is.”
“No, it’s not, Terry—”
And then they’re bickering back and forth, caught up in their own conversation.
“What’s the Book?” You whisper to Taehyung, but you must not whisper it quietly enough because Namjoon perks up.
“The Book contains the past, present and future of the world,” he explains, setting down his drink. He must be very passionate about the subject, because he’s making flurried hand gestures and his eyes are widening. “Essentially any event that’s going to happen or already has is recorded there. It’s - it’s constantly changing and reforming — and with it, you could know everything that’s gonna happen. You could control the future—”
“It was written by the family of Deveux thousands of years ago,” Taehyung interrupts, “And it’s stored way, way underground. You can only get through if you’re a direct descendant of Deveux, but all of them died in a fire years back.”
“That’s horrible,” you frown, “and somebody wants to take the Book?”
“I think somebody wants to,” Terry stresses, “But some people, like Mell, can’t face facts—”
And they’re fighting between themselves again, leaving the rest of you to converse.
“They can never stop,” Namjoon scoffs playfully, rolling his eyes and taking his drink in his hands once again. “How did they ever get together again?”
Your heart almost jumps from your chest when a voice comes from beside you, where Jungkook sits, and your stomach tightens as you take in the dips and curves of his voice, the familiarity that sends you right back to that first night. You realise both what he’s referring to and what he wants to talk about, but still, you pretend to not be phased, and the awkward silence that settled between you four is broken when Hoseok coughs.
“So, ____,” Hoseok starts, “We hear from Taehyung that you’re studying botany? What college do you go to?”
He’s well aware of the college you go to — Taehyung attends the same one, after all — but everyone is glad for a change of topic, including you. “
“Oh, uh, SNC,” you nod, “I live over at Brimstone Avenue so it’s only a few minutes by bus. It’s convenient—”
“Brimstone Avenue?” Namjoon echoes. His eyes are wide again, and he exchanges looks with both Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung. “Isn’t that where the accident was?”
“Accident?” The cluelessness is evident in your voice. You look to Taehyung. “What attacks?”
“Nothing you need to worry about,” he murmurs to you, shaking his head, “Just some freak accident that hurt a few people, that’s all.”
But you know he’s worried about something, especially when he sends you that smile — it’s not happy at all, lips pulled tight over his teeth — and it’s gone in a second, too.
Soon after, Mell and Terry retire to bed, leaving only you four. Without their constant chatter in the background, you feel even more exposed to Jungkook, and you fidget in anticipation for the conversation that’s sure to happen.
“Anyway.” At 15 minutes to midnight, Namjoon stretches, checking the time on his watch with a yawn, “We better get going. Yoongi’s gonna kick my ass if I bring Hoseok home too late, so…”
“Better safe than sorry,” Taehyung laughs as Hoseok and Namjoon pack up, Namjoon shaking your hand and Hoseok tiredly shooting you a smile and both telling you it was a pleasure to meet you.
“Taehyung, why don’t you show us out?” Hoseok suggest, and you don’t miss the cautious glance he throws at you and Jungkook. You can feel Taehyung freeze, hesitation molding his features before he bites his lip — uh, sure, okay.
You almost want to scream at him to not leave, but another part of you knows there’s no point in delaying the inevitable. Despite that, you train your eyes on Taehyung’s back and not the man next to you.
You gulp, letting your eyes stutter towards him. And like two opposing poles, your eyes find each other instantly, almost drawing the breath from your chest. Your heart is pumping wildly, and you have no idea why because if you’re going to be completely honest with yourself, you’re not scared of him. Not anymore, anyway, but that doesn’t stop your lungs from malfunctioning and your eyes from flickering away from his because the sheer contact is too much to bear.
“Jungkook.” Your voice sounds much to breathy.
“I… wanted to apologize,” he begins softly, as if talking to loudly would trigger a panic attack in you. “I know the circumstances aren’t the greatest — but please, be aware that I couldn’t control what I was doing.”
“And your wrist,” he sighs, his hand twitching on the table, like he was about to reach for you but thought better of it. “I’m so, so fucking sorry about it. I didn’t know that would happen, I swear.”
“And I’m sorry, but look,” Jungkook eases into what he’s about to say, “fire daemons only have one Marked for life. And I’m not gonna hide the truth from you — I could reject you. Right here, right now. But not only would that be extremely painful, but I’d also be without a mate for the rest of my life—”
“So you want me to stick with you; to be your Marked,” you exhale, thoughts flying around your head at billions of miles per hour. Every possible outcome and every circumstance and consequence is listing itself, and you almost don’t hear what he says next.
“Maybe not at first,” he finishes, voice a mere murmur. “And I know I’m in no position to say this — but I’m willing to make this… relationship work, no matter how unconventional it is.”
Yes, no. Yes, no. Yes, no. Yes? No? What do you say? What do you say? One syllable is all you have to let slip passed your lips, but the snarky, overthinking part of your brain is whispering: this decision will affect the rest of your life. Think about how everything will change! Nothing will be normal ever again…
“I — I… yes,” you manage to spit out after what seemed like hours of contemplation. “I’m — I’m new to this whole… whole world, so I don’t really—”
“I’ll help you,” he smiles gently. Suddenly, his eyes drift to behind you, and his smile flickers the tiniest bit. “And Taehyung, too.”
Taehyung — you had almost forgot that he was still there. You look over your shoulder, and sure enough, he’s standing near the door where Hoseok and Namjoon left, leaning against the wall. He has no shame in keeping his eyes fixated on the pair of you, even going as far to shoot you a soft, reassuring smile.
And in that moment, everything felt like it was getting better.