Yep! It’s happening! This Beauty and the Beast yoonjin fanfic thing is actually happening! I just needed some time to organize all my thoughts so that it wasn’t a complete mess, but I’m READY now, so this is GOING TO HAPPEN!
Just like I did with the vkook Error fanfic, I’m going to post the full story on my ao3 account when I’m completely done. Until then, I hope these small segments bring you some joy and keep you excited for the story. YEP!
REALLY HAPPENING NOW! 🌹🌸💫
“Once upon a time, in the south of
Korea, there lived a handsome prince. This prince was cruel and unfair. He had
no friends, no one to stand by him or defend him when he was insulted, even the
sons of parliament who were his age refused to be anywhere near him. This
prince saw kindness and mercy as weakness, and he was always against it. He
killed his men for simple acts of disobedience. If any of them ever refused him
a wish, defied him, or openly disagreed with him, he would have them executed
“One day, when the prince had been
especially bothered, a young child, orphaned, had come into his castle. This
child was beaten, the sun from under which he had spent many days walking had
turned his skin dark, and the poison plants that he had nearly died from
ingesting too many times had turned the corners of his mouth swollen and red.
His fingers were cut, his feet bare, and his clothes torn. He had asked for
help, for nothing but a bowl of rice and water, but the prince was quick to
turn his chin with disgust, and wave the child away.
could you refuse an injured child shelter?” the people of his court had raged. “He cannot be more than nineteen years old,
he is too young! He has come all this way for your mercy, we beg you to
WILL NOT APPEAR WEAK BY SHOWING SOMETHING AS RIDICULOUS AS MERCY!” he
growled, his snarl deepening as he glanced down at the child. “Kindness- one should only be ashamed of
carrying such grave flaws.” As he turned back to his throne, he said, “The child will be punished. He has walked
into my home, uninvited and unannounced. For his insolence, I put him to
death.” The room corrupted with yells of outrage, of desperate pleads, then
he screamed, “MY DECISION IS FINAL!” His
eyes roaming the room, his voice dangerously low. “If anyone objects, they are welcome to join him.”
“The room went dead silent, and the
boy ducked his head so low, his entire face was no hidden by the cloak he wore.
The guards hesitated, but with the flick of the prince’s wrist in his
direction, one of them moved towards him, his fingers circling the head of his
“Just as he pulled his weapon,
ready to strike, the boy lifted his head, and the guard froze. His sword
dropped to the ground, the sounds of metal on tiles echoing loudly throughout
the throne room. The prince’s head snapped to the guard. He was about to yell
with outrage, to tell him to pick up his sword and do his duty when he caught
sight of the child’s eyes. His breath caught in his throat, and the members of
parliament all gasped, backing away from the child as if he had an invisible circle
of men protecting him.
“The child stood easily, every
color in his eyes replaced with a bright blue, even the whites. His head lifted
to the prince, the twitch in his fingers gone.
“He spoke, his voice sounding like
a combination of a hundred people speaking at once, “You are cruel, and your weakness hinders you.”
“Everyone else was too afraid to
speak as they cowered against the wall, but the prince had shakily managed to
ask, “W-W-Who are you? W-What are you?”
“The child did not answer. Instead,
he began floating above the ground. His blemished and damaged skin replaced
with a clear white. His clothes changed to beautiful, white silk robes. His
hair was a light blonde, and his face carried all the gentleness and beauty of
an angel. He rose higher until he was towering over the prince. “You carry no kindness, love, nor mercy in
your heart. Your spirit is no different than that of a demon, and for that, you
will be punished.”
the prince kneeled, his hands together as he begged for forgiveness. “Please, I do not wish to be punished! I
will do anything, but you must not punish me! PLEASE!”
“The prince tried. He said he would
change. He apologized for the way he treated the child, but it was too late.
The angel had already seen into his dark heart. The prince watched with horror
as his body began to change into something he could only identify as a demon’s.
On his head, two black horns had grown out. His fangs had sharpened, as well as
his nails. His view went red as even his eyes changed color.
punishment shall not end with you,” the angel had warned, his gaze
traveling all over the room to the members of parliament. “Your descendants, all of
them, shall also live their lives as demon spirits. Until your prince learns
the value of a good heart, your blood will never be free of this curse.”
“The prince had tried to search for
the meaning of kindness, the parliament who worried for their children also
tried to help him, but the angel’s curse affected him more deeply than he had
anticipated. He felt anger more severely, the hatred he had for acts of good
intensified, and he could feel himself changing into more of a blood-thirsty,
demon spirit more every day.
“Finally, as he rounded the end of
his life, his child and the children of his members of parliament all growing
as half demon spirits, the prince gave up in his search of kindness. He sealed
the palace grounds, to ensure that no one ever enter, and no demon ever escape.
One by one, the children turned older, their minds devoured by the demon halves
that lived within them, and they, too, fully became demon spirits with no
recollection of their pasts.
“It is said that on the night of
the full moon, the barrier around the palace is broken, and the demons are free
“Okay, I’m going to stop you right
there,” Seokjin finally said, interrupting his friend. “If the demons are free
to leave, how come nobody’s ever seen one?”
Hoseok sighed. “Because bothering the spirits in this
city is completely forbidden. There’s, like, a law against. My grandfather set it up himself.”
“He can do that?”
“He’s the elder of the village,” he
scoffed, “he can do whatever he wants.” He took another swig of his soju
bottle. “Look, believe it if you want to, but I’m telling you; those demon
spirits are a big deal around here. Even the skeptics aren’t dumb enough to go
walking around at night on a full moon.”
Seokjin looked around the bar. “What
about the people in here? They have to go home sometime, don’t they?”
He nodded. “And they will. When the
sun comes up.”
Seokjin thought about it, then, “Why
when the sun comes up? The demons get to leave, don’t they? How do you know
they’re not just waiting around town after tonight?”
“Because they have to get back onto
palace grounds before morning. Otherwise, they die.” Seokjin raised an eyebrow,
and he chuckled. “I know how it sounds, but it’s true. It’s like the golden
rule to them.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I’m assuming.” He nodded slowly.
He nodded slowly, then, “But aren’t
you worried about what’ll happen before then? I mean, you and your grandfather
have been walking around town since the sun set.”
Hoseok groaned, rubbing his face
with his free hand. He glanced into the room at the far back where the bar
tender and waiters kept coming in and out. “Don’t even get me started on that. He does this every full moon; he
has errands to run, and he won’t give them up for one night. And I always have to go with him cause…” he
shrugged like it was obvious, “it’s not like I can let him go by himself.” Seokjin
nodded, a small smile on his lips as he followed his friend’s gaze. “Truth be told,
I’m pretty scared. I mean, push comes to shove, and what have I got? An old man
that can barely stand up straight, and an insanely gorgeous model.”
Seokjin took the book off his lap,
and hit his friend’s arm with it. “I’m serious, stop saying that crap.”
He chuckled, rubbing the place
where he got hit. “What, you think I’m the only one thinking it? Look around
you.” Seokjin only sighed. “Everyone in here’s been watching you since you
“You drink, sir,” a waitress said
as she set a colorful drink across the counter to Seokjin.
His brows furrowed. “I-I’m sorry, I
didn’t order this.”
Her smile widened, her cheeks
glowing bright red. “It’s on the house.” She walked away, glancing once at
Seokjin over her shoulder.
“See?” Hoseok said. “Everybody’s in
love with you.”
As if on cue, Seokjin felt a hand
at his shoulder. “In love, that I am.” He looked up and resisted the urge to
lean away from the tall, handsome man that now had his entire arm draped around
Seokjin’s shoulders. “Seokjin, you been having a good night?”
“Zhou Mi,” Hoseok grumbled, “don’t
you have some cars to bench press or something?”
Zhou Mi only scowled at him, and he
turned around Seokjin so that he was now standing between him and Hoseok. “You look beautiful, as always.”
Seokjin nodded awkwardly. “Thank
you, Zhou Mi.”
He leaned against the counter,
Hoseok struggling to look at his friend from behind. He sighed, his eyes
roaming the bar. “Looks like we’re the only two worth looking at tonight, again.” He shook his head, his sad eyes
on Seokjin. “It’s hard, isn’t it? Being so attractive, and having to consort
with…” he trailed off, spreading his hand at the people laughing and drinking
in the background.
He only glanced to the others, then
back at Zhou Mi. “I don’t really think that’s-”
“Oh, geez, Seokjin,” he
interrupted, picking up the book in Seokjin’s hands. He held it by its edge as
if it was a rotting piece of cheese. “I thought we talked about this? You know
what happens when people start reading;
they get ideas, and when people start getting ideas, things get ugly.” He used
his free hand to lightly graze his jaw. He smirked. “Sorry, it’s hard to think
of anything ugly when I’m looking at something so perfect.”
He sighed, moving out of his touch
as he tried reaching for his book. “And I
thought I told you that I like to
read. Instead of judging it, why don’t you try
it?” Zhou Mi kept the book out of his reach, amused at how hard the younger boy
was trying. He huffed. “Can I have my book back, please?”
His smile widened, his eyes never
leaving Seokjin’s face. “But you’re so cute when you’re frustrated. I want to
see it again.”
Seokjin sighed, glancing at Hoseok
who had his face contorted with disgust at Zhou Mi. With one look from his
hyung, Hoseok immediately understood what Seokjin wanted him to do, and he
suddenly poked Zhou Mi in his back, hard. Zhou Mi turned to him, annoyed, and
as soon as he did, Seokjin stood on the stool and yanked his book out of his
He came back down with a sigh, his
book held tightly to his chest, and Zhou Mi only smiled wider. “Clever. Cute and clever.”
He only stared. “I read.”
“Grandfather!” Hoseok waved over to
the old man that was holding a hey sac in his hands. He nudged Seokjin, “Come
They moved to leave, but before
they could, Zhou Mi wrapped an arm around Seokjin’s waist, and pulled him in
close. He ignored the whines of the girl calling him again, and focused his
attention on the boy in his hold. “Seokjin, why don’t you come stay with me? I
have more room for you than those two.”
He tried squirming out of his
grasp. “No, thank you.” Zhou Mi’s hold tightened. “Zhou Mi, let me go.”
He shook his head, his smirk
widening. “That’s what your lips keep saying, but your eyes always say
He finally managed to unhook Zhou
Mi’s arm from his waist. “Believe me. You don’t want to know what my eyes are
He hurried away, thankful to be
beside Hoseok and Grandfather Jung as they walked out into the cold, night air.
Hoseok must’ve noticed how tense he was because as they stepped away from the
bar, he raised an eyebrow at him.
Seokjin only shook his head, and
turned his attention to the old man. “Grandfather Jung, what did you want from
the bar, anyway?”
He smiled, holding up the sac. “The
owner plants the best apple trees in the village. She uses them in her drinks,
and she lets me buy a few from her.”
“Grandfather makes the best tarts
and pies with those apples,” Hoseok said proudly. “He sends them to this small,
family bakery in Seoul every week, and they pay a lot of money for it.”
Grandfather Jung shook his head,
chuckling, “It’s just nice to know that my baking is appreciated.”
Seokjin chuckled. “Seoul, huh? I
wonder what that place is like.”
“Hyung, you thinking about going
He shrugged, unable to help the
longing smile on his face. “I don’t know, it’s just a nice thought. Seoul, it’s
so big, and there are so many opportunities. I’m wondering what that would be
like; the adventure, you know?”
“Maybe you should go to France,
Seokjin,” Grandfather Jung said. “All the beautiful people seem to live there.”
The boys both laughed, and Seokjin
tried to ignore the blush at his cheeks.
Hoseok and Grandfather Jung kept
their conversation going, but Seokjin had stopped at the faint thumping sound
in the distance. He thought he had heard wrong, but then it came again, and he
turned around towards the bar.
“Hyung?” Hoseok asked, “Are you
But Seokjin couldn’t hear him. He
was paying more attention to the boy standing at the backdoor of the bar. For some
reason, and he knew it was ridiculous to think so, but the boy almost shined in
the night. His hair was a light shade of pink, and he looked like he was
wearing his pajamas as he pointed at the door. His eyes bore into Seokjin’s,
and the taller boy felt himself being pulled back to the bar.
What was going on? He couldn’t tell
if he was willingly walking, or if he was being moved by something else. Something
from that mysterious boy. The closer Seokjin got, the louder the thumping
became. The sounds of cheering, laughing, and yelling from inside were almost
faded as if someone decided they weren’t as important.
It was only when Seokjin was right
in front of the door did he feel himself wake out of his trance. He looked to
the side where the shining boy had been standing, and his brows furrowed when
he found him gone.
“Hyung!” Hoseok finally caught up
with him. “What are you doing? Did you forget something?” There was no
response, and Seokjin felt his arm being tugged. “Come on, I don’t want to stay
outside longer we have to.”
“Do you hear that?” Seokjin asked,
his eyes back on the door. “That sound?”
“What, the yelling from inside?”
He shook his head. “N-No, that
Hoseok listened harder, then his
eyes narrowed. “Yeah yeah, what is that?”
“I don’t know,” he said. Then, he
thought about that boy he saw. He was pointing at this door, wasn’t he? Why?
Seokjin didn’t know how to explain it, but it was as if a voice was calling him
in. He thought about what his mother had always told him. Don’t think too much. If you think about it enough, you give yourself a
reason not to do it.
So, without a word or another
thought, he pushed the door open, and headed down the descending stairs,
leaving Hoseok’s calls in the background. His fingers tightened around his book
as he went deeper inside. He imagined Hoseok waiting for his grandfather, or
maybe waiting for him at the top of
the stairs, the concern on his face, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Not
The stairs were beginning to feel
endless when he finally reached the ground floor. The thumping kept getting
louder and louder. His eyes widened when he found several dungeon cells lined
against each other. They looked old, the bars rusted, but as Seokjin tugged on
one, he found them impossible to move from place.
He hesitated, then called out, “Hello?
Is anybody here?”
As soon as he spoke, the thumping
stopped. He narrowed his eyes and went in deeper. It looked like he was
reaching the last, empty cell, and he was beginning to think that he had just
imagined the whole scenario with the glowing boy. He felt his nails dig holes
into the books as he reached the end of the hall, and he quickly realized that
the cell was not empty.
It was very dark, but his eyes soon
adjusted, and they widened at the sight of a young, boy crouched against a
corner. His hair seemed to be bright red, his eyes were an unnatural yellow,
and on his head, there were two fox ears, the same red color as his hair. Behind
him, Seokjin could just make out a red tail. He crouched down further as
Seokjin watched him. He was sure he couldn’t be any older than he was.
“Beautiful,” the young boy
mindlessly muttered as his eyes fixated on Seokjin, loud enough for the both of
them to hear. “Beautiful.”
Seokjin didn’t know how to respond.
His eyes finally lowered to the cuts along the boy’s chest, staining his shirt
with small streaks of blood, and then the larger stain at his side. His heart
sunk as he realized the boy must’ve been stabbed.
heard a gasp beside him, and he realized Grandfather Jung and Hoseok had
finally caught up. He imagined the both of them staring at the prisoner, but he
never moved his eyes off Seokjin’s, watching him like he couldn’t believe what
he was seeing. Seokjin blushed under the weight of his stares, still unable to
God,” Grandfather Jung breathed, “a demon spirit.”
yoongi: look at this WONDERFUL creature breathing. he is so amazing y'all i love him so much like have u all seen him in the bst mv he literally SHINES in it but yeah ofcourse he shines in the bst mv because he’s my sunshine ohmygod J-HOOOOOOOOOOOOPE!!!!!!!
Rose and I and my friend and her human baby were out all day it was so NICE. As you can see also rose decided it was a good idea to snap some more of her flight feathers… Now she has one. Good job Rose. But she’s happy as she can be!
We went to petsmart and I had like an old lady take ten photos of us. It was weird. And she cuddled my neighbor and refused to leave for like ten mins omfg.
This is either the best or worst thing Rose’s ever done.
“Rose?” Alisha calls out for her from where she’s laying down on the towel, peering up at her worriedly. “Is something the matter? You’ve been behaving strangely since I’ve woken up.”
“N-Nothing!” Rose squeaks out, fumbling with the towel in her hands in a sad attempt to distract herself. Alisha’s not convinced and sits up, stretching her arms over her head.
Rose struggles to keep her breathing under control when she sees the line of Alisha’s back, the muscles pulled taut as she stretches, her skin slightly darkened from all the time spent out in the sun, and the word ‘dork’ emblazoned in pale skin below the middle of her back.
It might revoke Rose’s lotion putting privileges but it is worth it.