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The mystery of the myth.

Pairing:- Jimin X Araceli.

Disclaimer:- This is a prompt dedicate to @heejinnien, I hope you enjoy this! This Oneshot is in Araceli P.O.V. If your artwork is used in this edit, please contact me so that I can take it down/ credit you since I found all the images used in this edit from Pinterest.

Genre:- Fluff, mystery, paranormal, high school au, playboy!Jimin.

Warning:- Mention of murders, mention of cannibalism, mental asylum, mention of experiment on humans, paranormal stuff, cursed Jungkook.

Okay, you are not like those girls that goes 'I aM not lIkE tHe oThEr gIrlS' you just hate the popular boys and girls in your high school, why? You don't know, maybe you just hate that they are popular while you are just...you.

It's not like you don't have friends, you do and they are very loyal and nice.

You looked up, startled as the other class start to come to your classroom.

"What's happening?" You asked as you put your backpack on the table that is beside you to save a sit for your best friend.

"Oh? Don't you hear it? From now on, our class and class A-2 will be combined." Your other friend said as she looks at the student filling the classroom.

"Class A-2? Why that class?" You slouched against your seat, you hate that class, it where most of the popular students are from.

"I don't know, ask the teacher girl." Said your friend as she turned her back to you.

"Move your backpack, girl." You looked up to the owner of the voice and made a eye contact with none other than Jimin.

"Why should I?" If he had asked you nicely or even asked you to move your backpack, you may have done that but instead, he chooses to be a jerk and order it as if he owns the school. If he is going to like a jerk then you will act like a bitch too.

The whole class was staring at you both as the tension between both of you grow intense, "Jimin! Why don't you sit with us?! Come here!" Taehyung dragged Jimin behind you as both of you shot each other death glare. He sat behind you and you can still feel his gaze on you. You suddenly stood up as if you are a robot and went out of your class.

"Wait-where are you going, Ara?!" Your friend yelled.

"I am going to see if that idiot is here or not!" Just as you were about to sprint down that hallway that also connects to your class through a window, you bumped into someone. You were about to lose your balance but that guy caught you in time by your waist. You looked at him and he was handsome but you saw him around your school.

You looked shocked at him as he was just as shocked when you heard a whistle, "Look like someone got a boyfriend!" You looked around and then you spot her, your best friend, who was busy clicking photos of you two. Both of you quickly let go of each other.

"Shut up and stop taking photos of us!" You yelled at her as you hit her which she in return hit you back.

"I am so sorry, I didn't saw you there!" You bowed 90° degree, "Oh! No, it's umm fine." You both laughed awkwardly.

Your best friend dragged you to your usual seat. The whole classroom was staring at you as you glared at them.

That guy came inside the classroom and the student of class A-2 start to whisper as they not so subtle look at him. Strange. He went to seat at the last desk, your eyes followed him, something about that guy is off. He suddenly looked up and made straight eye contact with you, you smile at him and he smiled back. The moment between both of you didn't go unnoticed by your best friend and other people in the class. From the corner of your eyes, you can see Jimin rolling his eyes.

"Students-! Oh? Seems like your class got combined with class A-2." Your homeroom teacher chuckled as she know how much your class hate to get combine with other class, especially class A-2.

"Good morning, Miss Kim." Your classmate stood up to do a 90° degree bow to your teacher as a creating while the student of the class A-2 just stare at you all as if you all are doing something strange.

"Don't you guys have some respect to Miss Kim?!" One of your classmates asked loudly, the other slowly start to bow.

Your teacher sighed at their laziness, "Sit down, class!"

"So, look we are having a meeting so you have a free period so do your pending work and be quiet." The teacher informed all of you.

"Oh, and can someone go and get somethings from the storage room? Jimin, Araceli and Jungkook go to the storage area and find these stuff. The list is long so don't hurry that much, Y/N I trust you to not let Jimin wander around." You nodded as you pushed your self out of your seat and took the list from her hand. So his name is Jungkook. All of you start walking out as you signed, "Man, this list is long. And why are there so many random things on this list?" You complained as you were reading the list. Jimin and Jungkook looked over your shoulder as their body towers you, both of them taller than you.

All of you stopped as you arrived at the storeroom, you feel shivers run down your body.

"So, Jimin why don't you go and take the cleaning supplies out of that closet, wait- why is the closet out of the storeroom?" You question as you looked at the closet that was outside the storage room.

"Could you stop complaining about every God damn thing?" Jimin groans in frustration as he went to the closet. You ignored his comment and enter the storeroom, following Jungkook.

"Jungkook, can you go and take the crafting supplies from behind that shelf?" Jungkook nodded, looking uneasy. You start to look for the books that were supposed to be this storeroom. The storeroom used to be a library but they made it into storage after a myth started that this library is haunted, the teacher always chooses you to do this kind of work since you don't believe in this stuff and the fact that you are also the leader of the supernatural club that you created as a joke.

Your body suddenly stands straight as the door of the storeroom slammed shut, must be Jimin pulling some prank on you. You rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour, goosebumps raised on your body as the temperature in the room suddenly dropped.

"Agh-agh." You heard someone groan, not just someone, it was Jungkook! You rushed at the shelf he was supposed to be in since it sounded like he was in pain.

"OH MY GOD! JUNGKOOK!" You rushed to him as he was struggling to breathe on the floor, you grabbed him as you yelled for Jimin.

"Jimin! Jimin, come inside! Something is happening to Jungkook!! JIMIN!" You screamed on top of your lung. You looked at the shelves that were making noise as if they were about to fall. You dragged Jungkook with you, struggling as you do so, to the door so that you can open it. Shit, my phone is inside my locker.

You screamed as the shelves start to fall, you feel a sharp pain in your arm but you ignored it as the door suddenly opens and Jimin pulled you and Jungkook out with a concerned look. All of the shelves collapsed as you breathe heavily.

"Wha-what happened to Jungkook?!" Jimin asked.

"I don't know, we have to take him to the nurse! He can't breathe and I think he is going to having a seizure! JIMIN DO SOMETHING! HE IS GOING TO DIE!" You cried out as Jungkook struggle to breathe. We hear some hurried footsteps coming towards us but we were too busy panicking to notice them, in our panicked state your hand hit Jungkook's chest at full force making him gasps in a breath as he was no longer choking. Please don't do that to someone who is struggling to breathe.

"What is happening he- Oh MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED?!" It was one of our teachers, Jungkook coughed as you lean against Jimin for some kind of support.

"I don't know, the-they were screaming coming from inside so I-" Jimin sentence was cut short as Jungkook fainted.

"We need to get him to the school nurse!" We all rushed to the school infirmary as Jimin and our P.E. teacher carried Jungkook. Your ear starts to ring as you think you heard something or rather someone, whispering something like 'kill they', maybe your ears are just ringing or it's your imagination.

At the infirmary, Jungkook was getting a checkup to see what happened to him while you and Jimin laid in other beds," Jimin? Did you, perhaps locked the door?" You whispered-asked Jimin as you remembered the door closing.

"What? Why would I do that? I thought you did that!" He whispered back, you can clearly remember the door closing as if someone slammed it shut. You can also remember that you saw a pale hand choking Jungkook, you are confident that what you saw what real and not a hallucination or your imagination.

You were pulled out of your chain of thought as the nurse asked, "Are you injured too, honey?" You looked at her, she was maybe in her mid-30s wearing a lab coat over her normal clothes. You shook your head as she smiled at you gently. "You have a cut on your hand, honey." You looked at your arm and there was a cut on your arm, it was didn't bleed that much but you are just wondering how in the world you didn't notice that? Were you that panicked that you didn't even notice that your arm was got a cut? The nurse gently took your arm and put the rubbing alcohol on it, you hissed in pain. You saw Jimin looking at you with an unreadable expression from the corner of your eyes.

Later that day, you were walking around your neighbourhood thinking about what happened today. You still can't figure what if what you saw what true or it was your imagination. The nurse told you that Jungkook got a panic attack but...what about the fingerprint on his neck? When you looked at him, you can see handprint on his neck. You sighed and rub your face with your hand, "Agh, I should not think about all that stuff right now, I am getting stressed." You keep walking around and eventually, you end up in a park. There was no one in the park at this time, it was not that late but still, it was around 10 pm. You stopped walking as you heard something behind you. You turned around but there was no one there. Strange. You turned back around only to flinch, there was a boy in front of you, wearing all black. You couldn't see his face because of his hoodie, the boy tilts his creepy. You step back as the boy started walking towards you. "Don-Don't come near me!" You fell backwards and throw a rock at him, but instead, it bounced off. There was a shield that was separating you both when the rock collides with it, the impact left a few electronic waves in the invisible shield making it visible. The boy touched the shield. You ran away at full speed towards your apartment while looking behind at that boy who was still looking at the space where you were a moment ago. You ran outside the park but you bumped into someone. "Look where you are goin- Araceli?" You look up at the person you bumped in, "Jimin, who is this?" The girl beside him questioned, his arm was around her waist. The girl was pretty, big rounded eyes, plump lips, a small face with bright red hair that suits her. You breathe heavily as you looked behind you to check if that boy was following you or not, he was not following. Thank God. You glance at Jimin, "I am his classmate, bye!" You quickly said as you were about to run again when Jimin grab your wrist making you look at him. "Are you okay, Araceli? You look as if you just saw a ghost." Jimin concern look almost made you spill out what just happen, almost. "Nothing, I am absolutely fine! Bye!" You ran in the direction of your apartment.

You leaned against the railing of the staircase when you reached your apartment building. Why does everything strange is happening today? What is it? Friday 13th? You sighed at your thoughts. Maybe I am cursed or something? That makes a lot of sense, yeah. You shooked your head to get rid of your thoughts. You begin to walk up the stairs, your phone ringed as 'Mom' showed up on your screen. You picked up the call. "Yes, mom. I am at the stairs, yeah, I am just about to reach-hello? Mom?" You looked at your phone as the call got disconnected. "Huh? What the?" You looked around as the light flickered. A mirror caught your eyes as you walk closer to it, in the reflection you can only see your self, which was normal but there is something about the mirror that is drawing you closer and closer to it as if the mirror is hypnotizing you. You walked towards it until you were in front of it, you keep looking at it as the light keep flickering. The lights went off as the darkness consume you. When the lights came back there was the same boy behind you, you flinched back but the boy grabbed you by your arm. "Wh-who are you?" You asked the boy as you turned around, your heartbeat was so fast that you thought you might get a heart attack. He took off his hoodie revealing his face as he smiled at you sadly, almost as if he was sad by your question.

"You don't remember me, do you?" You shook your head, you are sure you would remember a handsome face like his. He sighed as if it was felt psychically pain from your answer.

"You might not remember me but...we...nevermind. If you ever need my help, just say my name, okay?" His gaze fell on your injured arm. "Give me your arm." You gave him your arm as he touched your injury. You watched him in shock as the bandage fell from your arm, the cut...it was gone! You touched the place where the cut was and there was not even a scar. "What? How?" He smiled at you.

"I have to go. Remember whenever you need me just say my name." He was about to leave when you asked, "But what's your name?" He looked at you with an unreadable expression.

"Mike." With that, he walked down the stair, you followed after him but he disappeared just like he appeared.

"What the hell just happened? Was he a ghost or something?"

That night you were not able to sleep as the events that happened that day keep playing in your mind like a broken cassette player. You were walking like a zombie, looking like a zombie and well, acting like a zombie. You have dark eye bags under your eyes, hair messed up like a birds nest. You rest your head against your desk as the teacher keep teaching whatever she was. Jimin kicked your chair from behind so you lift your chair slightly and put the leg of your chair on his foot. He groaned in pain but then covered it up by coughing when the teacher glanced at him. You are in no mood to be needed with.

"Miss Araceli, this is my class, not your house to sleep in!" The teacher said when her gaze falls on your half-asleep form. You lift your head and the teacher gasp, "Oh my God, what happened to you? Why are you looking like a zombie? G-go back to sleep." You nodded and went back to sleep but Jimin tapped your shoulder lightly, "Araceli, can you please take your chair off my foot, please?" You did it since he was practically begging you. With that, you went back to the dreamland.

-Time skipped to when you are awake-

The teacher was telling all of you to make a big team for the team project which he hasn't told you about what is it. Everyone made a team including you, your team consists of You, your best friend, Taehyung, Jimin- wait, Taehyung and Jimin?!

"Wait! What are you guys doing here?" You asked while pointing at the whole members of BTS.

"Umm, making a team?" Taehyung said, well more like asked.

"With us?" You glared at them, your eye bags, messy hair made you look at a mad person.

"Ara, let them." Your best friend glared at you, "But-" she sighed. "Ara."

"Fine." You pouted but accept your defeat.

"Has everyone made a group?" Everyone said yes.

"Oh? Jungkook? Why are you alone?"

"Oh...um...everyone else made up a team before I even got the chance to ask anyone." You looked at where he was sitting all alone while others have made a group. You feel bad for him.

"Why does everyone always leave him out?" You asked.

"Don't you know? There are rumours that he is cursed, everyone who talked to him gets haunted by a ghost. His friend all stopped talking to him after getting haunted by the ghost." Hoseok explained as all of you listen intensely. "Seriously? What kind of reason is that? Haunted my foot." You rolled your eyes, he can't be cursed, right?

"Does anyone want Jungkook in their team?" The room fell silent as Jungkook look down. Poor guy.

"It's fine, Mr Wang. I can manage on my own." You looked at Jungkook, he was looking down. "No Jungkook, it's a group project." Mr Wang looked at the class in annoyance.

"I will give you an extra 5 marks if you take Jungkook in your team." No answer. You start to feel bad for him so you raise your hand. "Teacher! We can take Jungkook in!" Your best friend and BTS member looked at you as if you are crazy. "Very good, Araceli!"

"Will I still be getting my extra marks?" Mr Wang nodded and motioned Jungkook to join your combined tables.

Silence fall upon your table as everyone looked everywhere except Jungkook. "Hi, I am Araceli but you can call me Ara!" You introduced yourself and urge others to do the same. After the introduction, the table falls in silence once again. You smiled at Jungkook brightly while he gave you a small smile, your friend looked at both of you while smiling creepily, Jimin just glared between you and Jungkook, Hoseok looked terrified, Namjoon and Seokjin we're whispering back and forth while Taehyung was bothering a sleeping Yoongi.

"Class, so now I will tell you all about the project! But first, Araceli can you wake Yoongi up, please?" You nodded and smack Yoongi across the head, his eyes shoot open as he glared at you while you give me a not so innocent smile.

"Thank you, Araceli. Now this project is about chronological events that happen. You can write about whatever you want but it should have evidence that confirms that those events happened. Now the events should at least be a decade old. The deadline for this project would be next month on this exact date. Have fun on this project! Bye, class!" You all bowed as he left. The next period was lunch so the other students quickly left.

"I am hungry, let go eat first before we discuss this project." You went with your best friend to grab your lunch.

When you came back to your classroom, everyone was surrounding your combined tables. You pushed past your classmates and looked at your tables. All the table has a big 'X' mark on them with red paint. You feel shivers run down your spine as you looked at the desk.

"What? What kind of prank is this?" You asked when everyone start looking at Jungkook as if he had done this. "Start cleaning your tables!" You start to clean up your table when a bloody dead crow fell on the table, you gasped and flinched back in shock.

"What the hell?! The windows are close! How does this thing come inside?!" Hoseok yelled in terror. What is happening?

That entire week strange things keep happening to all of you, every topic that your group came up with always end up getting caught on fire. You even have a call, Mike, once because you were so terrified. He gave you some crystals and made you promise to keep at least one with you all the time, you can give others one too if you want but you have to keep one with you at all cost. It even went as far as to get a warning written in ref paint, or what you like to think as red paint. That was the last straw for all of you, you are going to get answers from Jungkook. You all need to know what is going on with all the paranormal stuff with Jungkook. It was around 7 p.m. when all of you decide to man and women up and go to Jungkook's house to get some answers. After fighting all day about who is going to his house to confront him about all the paranormal stuff going around him, you all decide that it's safe if all of you go together so if Jungkook got possessed, you all can at least fight him.

Right now, all of you are in front of Jungkook house, his house looks like your typical house but something about this house is strange, as the aura around the house is very uncomfortable. "Ring the bell." You told Jimin, nudging him. Over the week you and Jimin got a lot closer, he is not that bad. "What? Why me?!" He pushed you to ring the bell. Before you can even protest the door opened, all of you stopped what they were doing and looked at the door. No one was there, Hoseok and Yoongi turned away to go back but you grab their collar, "Don't you dare, if I am going to die here then all of you have to die here as well." You said when you felt a presence behind you so you slowly turned to look at the person behind you. There he was, the one and only Jungkook staring at you darkly. You start shivering under his dark and murderous stare. "Hi..." You squeak in a week voice you as Jungkook keep staring at you. "What are you doing here?" Jungkook glared at all of you as all of them hide behind you. "Haha, ah, we...agh...are here to...umm...group project! Yeah, group project! We are here for the group project!" All of you laughed nervously as you made up an excuse. Jungkook keeps looking at you without any movement in his body, the only movement in his body was that he was blinking. Suddenly someone came behind Jungkook, "Jungkook, what are you doing at the door?" A lady maybe in her early 50s came from behind Jungkook, she smiled at you as you smiled at her awkwardly and the other who was hiding behind your back waved at her. "Are they your friends, Jungkook-ah?" She asked Jungkook nodded his head when she suddenly smacked him across the head. "Ow, what was that for?" He whined as if he was not just murdering from his stares. "For keeping your friends outside for so long and scaring them. Look how they are hiding behind this poor girl." All of you straighten up at that, you cleared your throat as you glared at the others. "Come inside," Jungkook muttered in a low voice. Why does it feel like he is inviting you to dig your own grave?

You went inside first and others followed behind quickly. "Sorry for coming uninvited." You said when you sat on the couch in Jungkook's living room. Jungkook's mom smiled and said it was a no big deal.

"I will go and make some snacks for you guys!" She went into the kitchen before you could even protest.

"Why are you guys here?" Jungkook cold stare made you more than uncomfortable, it made you terrified. Where is your shy and sweet Jungkook?

"Didn't we just told you, we are here for the project! Hahaha..." You laughed nervously.

"At this hour?" Why does he keep questioning us?

"It's was Hoseok's idea!" Hoseok looked at you, terrified.

"Umm...yeah! I thought that...it would be good if we start the pro -project as soon as possible." Hoseok grip Namjoon's hand tightly.

"But why my house?" This feels like an FBI inquiry at this point.

"My mom is out of town so if I let boys in my house my mom would kill me." You lied without missing a beat.

"My house is getting renovated so we can't do it at mine." Your best friend followed.

"I don't even live in my house I live in the dorms and my roommate is very noisy and we don't have much space." I can agree on the noisy part, Yoongi.

"And I am his roommate." Hoseok, what the...?

"I have a dog name Yeontan and he is very dangerous, he bit everyone that comes inside my house." Taehyung, if Jungkook ever saw Yeontan he would kill you for lying.

"My mom wouldn't allow me to let my friends over." Namjoon, your mom even let you throw a party...

"I have a little sister and she would ruin our project." Jin, since when did you get a little sister?

The only one left to lie was Jimin. He looked around the room nervously as if the walls would tell him what to say. "Umm, I have a girl over so my house was never an option." An awkward silence falls upon the room after hearing Jimin's lie.

"Jungkook, why don't you take your friends to your room? Here are the snacks! Oh! And if Jungkook got possess put this cross on his head, he would be fine in seconds." Jungkook's mom pushed the cross on your hand and pushed all of you towards the stairs. Man, Jungkook's mom is strong for her age.

"You guys are here to know if I am cursed or not, right?" Jungkook asked once all of you sat down on his floor. You looked at him shocked but slowly nodded your head.

He sighed and let out an Ouija board.

"This is an Ouija board also known as Spirit board. This is the cause of all the paranormal stuff going around me, I once played this with my friends but things went down when a spirit got summoned, it possessed me and from that day onward that spirit keeps following me everywhere." He explained as everyone listened intensely.

"Does the spirit said anything about why they are haunting you?" Namjoon questioned as he pulled out his laptop from his backpack.

"She said something along with the lines of 'they killed me, I want revenge, don't go near that dark demon.' And things like that. Her name was Kim Shi Ree." Namjoon's face light up when he heard the ghost's name.

"I think I might just know why she is haunting you." Namjoon start typing furiously on his laptop.

"Look! Here an article that says in 2010 a girl name Kim Shi Ree died mysteriously in our school. It says that our school might be cursed because every decade or so students die mysteriously in school. It also says that there is a devil that kill these students every decade. The school keep destroying any records of these murders so people don't find out and they pay a lot of money to the parents of the child to stay quiet." Namjoon read the article and looked up. All of us were horrified by the article.

"What the hell...the spirit might want a proper closure to her case," Jungkook muttered.

"Guys, why don't we make this into our project?" Jimin suggested.

"What? Are you stupid? You want us to make a report about the school covering up murders to our school project? They might just kill us." Yoongi have a point.

"No, there might be a chance that there might be only one person involved in this mess. We can investigate and give our project straight to the police." Jimin explained.

"But where would we begin the investigation?" You asked.

"The library! School library." Hoseok exclaimed.

"But why the library?" Jin asked.

"Well, haven't you saw in horror or investigation movies? They always find clues in the library, so we should try our luck there because of the situation we are in it feel like a movie." All of you nodded at Hoseok explanation.

"So, tomorrow at 9 a.m. in front of school since it's Sunday I think everyone is free?" Your best friend asked as everyone nodded.

"So let's go back to our home, my mom just texted me asking when I am coming home." You said while replying to your mom.

"Wait- Don't you said that your mom is out of town?" Jungkook looked at you confused. Shit.

"I lied, haha" You laughed nervously and ran out of his room.

"Bye, I gotta go! Bye, Mrs Jeon! Your cookies were great! Can I take some of them?" You asked Mrs Jeon once you reached downstairs. Others followed shortly after.

"Sure, dear!" She gave you a whole jar of cookies. "Wow, thank you, Mrs Jeon!" You hugged her and went outside.

"Bye, Mrs Jeon and Jungkook remember to meet us at 9 sharp tomorrow!" You wave at them and start walking off to your house.

That night you called Mike by calling his name, you still don't understand what the heck he is but you know for sure he is not a ghost nor a human. You asked him if he can help you find some clue and he agreed to help you as much as possible.

You stood outside the school building at 9 sharp. "Where is everyone?" You wondered when suddenly someone came behind you and screamed in your ear, "BOO!"

You flinched but didn't scream, you looked behind you and it was none other than Mike. "Seriously? I thought you were a serious guy!" You smacked his head while he laughed.

"Whose that?" There they were, your friends.

"He is my friend, wait did you guys came with each other without me telling me?"

"Well, you left before we made the plan to come together, but Araceli, you can't just tell people about things like this." Namjoon said.

"Well, I know what is happening here for quite a while now," Mike said before introducing himself, "I am Mike, Araceli's friend." He looked down at all of them since he was 6'4cm tall. He towers all of you.

"Let's start the investigation, guys." Your best friend said.

"Wait, you guy seriously think that the school will keep the records of those students out in open? Especially in the library?" Mike questioned when you stopped in front of the library.

"Umm, yeah?" You just now realize how stupid the idea was and from the look of it, it seems that others realize it now as well.

"You naive kids." Mike facepalmed himself on the forehead. "Follow me, I know where the records might be." You all followed behind him like lost puppies. Mike takes you all to the closet outside the storage room. He opened it and did something before a closet inside the closet opened, revealing old books.

"Search them thoroughly. There might be a clue in them." All of you start to read the books one by one in Jungkook's house since his mom doesn't mind all of you in her house.

"Guys! Look, I think I found the record journal." Jin told all of you as you stopped what you were doing and went to where he was sitting.

"Look at these entries." Jin flipped the page where the first entry was.

Entry one. Date:- 12-5-1960.

This is the first time I am writing a journal, I think what happened today need to be on records.

I work in a mental asylum in Central Seoul, South Korea. This asylum is well known in South Korea but there is a dark secret that I found out today. The doctors here kill the lower class patient and fed their body parts to the upper-class patient, there is a basement that is filled with the remainings of those patients, some patients are even alive when the doctors let the upper-class patient eat them. The doctors experiment on the upper-class patient that make them go insane. This place is living hell but what happens today was horrifying. It's been a month since the doctors allow the scientist to experiment on the upper-class patient when one patient went up the ceiling and stayed there for the whole day and that patient even wrote 'It was better in hell' in blood. I will never forget this day, never. This day is going to haunt me in my dreams.

-Mark. (See the photo here)

All of you looked up when Yoongi finished reading the entry. "Our school used to be an asylum." Namjoon slowly let out.

"Look there are other entries too, but they are just photos with names on them, nothing is said."

Date:- 12-5-1970.

Name- Violet Knights.

Date:- 12-5-1980.

Name- Luka Williams.

Date:- 12-5-1990.

Name- Lily, Liana, Licious Potter.

Date:- 12-5-2000.

Name- Sana Kim.

Date:- 12-5-2010.

Name- Shi Ree Kim.

Today:-

Name:- Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jungkook, Araceli, Mike-

"Why does this have our names on it!" You throw the book away when you heard something downstairs. You all ran down stairs.

A man was sitting on Jungkook's couch, Jungkook looked around in a panic when the man started speaking, "Don't worry about your mother, Jungkook, she is outside." Jungkook didn't seem to relax at his word.

"Why are you here, brother?" All of you looked at Mike in shock as he asked what appears to be his brother. "Seems like you finally came out of your hiding spot, Mark." You gasped, this guy can't be Mark...he is so young but if he is Mike's brother and Mike is not human then maybe he is Mark.

"What is going on?" You asked.

"He is my brother Mark, we both are immortal because he sold his soul to the devil and since we were twins I became immortal too. The entry about the asylum was written by him, that asylum was a demonic cult that sacrifices people ever decade to feed the devil who is my brother. I tried to stop him but I can't since I am just immortal but I don't have powers because he was the one who sold his soul not me. I know Araceli because Araceli was the only victim that I protected back when she was a toddler. I wiped her memories because I don't want her to get hurt..." While Mike was distracting Mark and others you quickly grabbed the crystals that Mike gave you and you pass the crystals to Jungkook and motioned him to pass the crystals to other, you remembered Mike's words last night when you asked why he gave you crystals, "These crystals have the blessings of the most powerful witch, but it will only work if a human touch it. In any situation, if you need to protect your self or need to kill an evil do not hesitant, the only thing you need to do is make a circle around the evil and let your heart do its magic. If you have a good intention the magic will work with you but if you have a bad intention the magic will work against you. Remember Ara, only used this when needed because the magic can kill you if your intentions are not good. I trust you, Ara, I know you will only use when needed."

The others quickly understand what you were doing and made a circle using themself, Mark stopped when he realised what was happening and stood up but Mike grabbed him by his neck and they both fall to the ground. Mike took out a dagger made of the same crystal as Mark struggled, all of you grab each other hands and made a circle around them, you start to feel like you doe going to faint as a binding light surrounded all of you, the last thing you saw was Mike stabbing Mark in the head before darkness consumed you.

-One year later-

You sighed as you stop what you were doing, "Jiminie~ Stop bothering me~" You pushed Jimin away from yourself to which he whined, "What are you thinking about?" Jimin asked.

"About that day, what do you think happened to Mike?" Jimin sighed, after that day all of you woke up in your own houses, no one knows what happened after all if you fainted but you all know that you have succeeded because Jungkook is no longer cursed, nobody even remembered the whole cursed thing except you guys. You all found out that the school was not covering the murders, it was Mark who was covering the murders. You and Jimin start dating after two months, all of you graduate high school with good grades, things were going great but still, there was no sign of Mike returning. Others believe that Mike also died when Mark died because both of there soul was connected but you don't want to believe it.

"I don't know, Ara and I-" The doorbell ringed before Jimin can even complete his sentence, "I will go get it." You said and went to the door when you opened it you found no one there but there was a box. You opened the box and it reveals the same crystals that Mike once gave you.

"OH MY GOD! JIMIN LOOK! MIKE IS ALIVE!"

Maybe he is alive or maybe it's someone else trying to make you think he is alive because who knows what lurks in the darkness of your apartment or the alley you pass. Nobody knows and sometimes it better if you don't know something because who knows what the consequences would be of knowing things you are not supposed to know.

A Jellicle gift to my Jellicle old buddy (and classmate), who is voicing Munkustrap and Tumblebrutus at my Brazilian CATS fan-dub! 🐾

Of Love and Comfort

A/N: This short fic is a gift to @mikasa-imadebiscults! I hope you like it, my fren :D (There is so much fluff omg).

Summary: Donna comforts you when you feel insecure.

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x FEM! Reader

Warnings: Smut and insecurities (Donna quickly chases them away though).

The sweet aroma of the roses filled your senses, casting a gentle haze in your mind. The manor was strangely quiet in the still afternoon sun, for the little doll in charge of causing all the chaos had left the estate at sunrise to visit Castle Dimitrescu.

Of course, this had all been planned by Donna; with Angie out of the house and the smaller porcelain dolls told to roam around the newly installed treehouse in the garden, that left the Beneviento estate free from any prying eyes and ears.

Perfect for a little get-away for you and your lovely dollmaker.

The radio had long since been turned off, the curtains of the kitchen draped shut, and the beautifully scented rose candles set alight to allow small bursts of auburn light to decorate the dining room. A dumb smile was strewn across your face as you gazed tenderly at the Italian woman sitting in front of you. Her veil was off, allowing the tendrils of her Cadou scar to move around wildly without restriction. Her plum lips were curled in a sly smile and a red blush dusted her cheeks, stemming from her face and reaching to the tips of her ears. Donna’s raven hair cascaded down her shoulders, curling near her breasts and giving her jaw a softer feel. 

And…Oh Mother Miranda.

The way she looked at you sent a strange coil down your stomach, heating up your skin and making your soul burn with desire. In a way, her gaze reminded you of a jaguar, like she was sizing you up before she’d pounce, pinning you against the naked carpet with a hand between your legs and filthy thoughts in her mind. 

Fuck. 

Just the thought of that was already allowing arousal to pool between your legs.

A small clang to the wineglass rescued you from your thoughts, and your eyes drew back to the dollmaker in front of you. Donna looked like she was holding that glass cup for dear life, squeezing the neck so hard that you were surprised it didn’t shatter in her strong grip. The red liquid sloshed rhythmically, and her fingernails scratched against the delicate material.

“There’s my dolcezza,” Donna drawled, pressing the open rimmed cup to her lips. “I was worried that I was slowly losing her to my wine glass. Surely, tesoro, you do not think that my cup is more interesting than I am, right~?”

Before you could respond, Donna pushed her chair back, setting the cup of wine somewhere on the table before rising to her full height. The way she looked at you was dangerous. 

“Or, is something else plaguing my tesoro’s mind? Something a little more naughty?” She cooed, smirking when your cheeks darkened and a squeak escaped your lips. A pale, calloused hand slides up your thigh as she leans in to capture your mouth with hers, eager and desperate.

Then, almost as if it belonged to a whole different person, Donna’s tongue shyly prodded against the opening of your lips, a silent question in the air.

Is this okay?

Love blooming in your chest, you eagerly grant her tongue passage, whimpering as Donna deepened the kiss. Your hands grab at her desperately, feeling that need to hold her consume you whole. 

To your dismay, the dollmaker pulls away from you, an apologetic smile alight on her face as she strokes your arm lovingly. You whine at the loss of contact, pressing a finger over your lips as if the lone digit could somehow replicate the tingles the kiss sparked. A low laugh erupts from the other woman, and you turn to her, a question in your eyes. Donna gestures to the table separating you two, and the reason for her suddenly pulling away immediately became obvious. 

Then, in a couple of long, confident strides, she moves to you and grabs your arm. That dangerous look was back, and you squeezed your legs together.

“Come on, amore,” Donna finally purrs, placing your palm against her breast, “I think it’s best to continue this in the bedroom.”

She didn’t need to tell you twice. 

Immediately, you shot up from your chair and eagerly started dragging the Italian woman to your shared chambers. You didn’t care if you seemed desperate, for the fire burning between your legs was at the forefront of your mind, and with each passing second it grew more and more unbearable. By this point, some of your slick had already escaped from the thin fabric of your underwear and was clinging to your thighs, ever so persistent. 

You open the door with more force than was necessary.

The chamber was lightly furnished; it held a rocking chair, two wardrobes, and a shelf filled to the brim with various botanical books.

And, of course, the bed. 

The plush gray mattress housed an assortment of pillows, and while it was neatly made now, you were sure that your rendezvous with Donna was going to mess it up. Quickly, you sit on the bed and tug your lover’s arm insistently.

Donna let out another loving laugh, draping her strong arms around your shoulders as she cooed in your ear,

“Someone’s certainly eager.”

“It’s not my fault,” you shoot back, “You’re gorgeous. Anyone would kill to be in my position right now.”

Was it possible for a dollmaker to glow? Because, with the way Donna’s body immediately brightened and how her grin reached her eyes, she almost seemed to sparkle. Her Cadou scar danced, waving its tendrils at you joyfully. The sight filled you with an indescribable happiness, surging up from your chest and causing your heart to skip a beat. Reverently, you cup her face and connect your lips once more.

Donna’s purple suit was the first to go, revealing to you a pretty black bra which hugged her chest perfectly. Your eyes roam around the newly exposed skin, feeling your heart race once more as heat licked your cunt. Slowly, Donna unzipped her pants as well, and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips as your eyes locked on her black panties. A heady scent filled the air, and any remnants of the cold’s chill was quickly chased out. When she removed her bra, too, you felt any chances of saving your underwear go down the drain.

Her creamy legs were slightly spread, as if they were beckoning you to come forward. She was half laying down, her arms pushed back to support her weight as she thrusted her hips forward. A small mole rested on the top of her inner thigh, and you had an incredible urge to gently roam your hands over her soft stomach. 

Fuck, she looked so perfect.

Suddenly, you felt a sliver of fear spark inside you. Lying in front of you was your Donna, beautiful in every way possible…but you…

In an instant, the room started to feel stuffy as a terrible doubt spread in your mind. The arms that you had used to pin Donna against the bed retreat, and you pull on your clothes fearfully.

What if Donna doesn’t like what she sees? Would her eyes fill up with disgust? Would she push you out of the room and leave without another word? 

A small part of you knew these thoughts were stupid–Donna loved you and she would be the last person to ever judge off your looks–but that didn’t stop that wild fear from spreading in your gut. 

“Amore mio, are you alright?”

Strong, loving arms cradle your body in an instant, briefly giving you reprise of your self doubts. Donna pressed her lips to your forehead and gently tangled her fingers in your hair.

“Cara mia, what’s wrong? Is this too much? If it is, we can stop and just cuddle.”

Immediately, you shake your head and press yourself ever closer to your lover. A hot red blush crept up on your cheeks, not out of arousal, but of embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing, my love. I just…” Your voice trails off, unable to put your thoughts into coherent sentences. Your self consciousness grew tenfold then, and before you knew it there were tears in your eyes, blurring your vision and making your voice go wobbly.

By the Black God, why am I so stupid? You had already ruined the sexy mood with your pathetic thoughts, and now you were forcing Donna to soothe you, too. 

You don’t deserve her, a horrid voice whispered, spitting out the words like they were venom. You’re fucking ugly, and as soon as she sees what you truly look like, she’d leave you in an instant. You’re nothing but a disgusting peasant.

“Cara mia!” 

Donna’s worried voice startles you out of your thoughts, and before you knew it the Italian woman was stroking your back lovingly, whispering soothing words into your ears and peppering your body with kisses. Even her growth was gently patting your face, and the unusual sight brought a shaky smile to your lips. You nuzzle yourself against the crook of Donna’s neck, nearly losing yourself to your lover’s familiar scent before she started to speak,

“Amore mio, look at me. That was not nothing.” A calloused hand tenderly dried away the traitorous tears that fell without your permission.

“Please tell me what’s wrong. We’re a team, remember? You’re always so good at driving away my rain clouds. Please let me do the same for you.” Donna whispered that last part, pulling you ever closer to her naked chest as she kissed your nose. 

Bit by bit, you feel that horrible, stuffy feeling start to recede. And, while the voice wasn’t fully silenced yet, it was growing quieter with every second that passed by. You press a hand to your heart and notice belatedly that it wasn’t beating as wildly anymore.   

Slowly, you take in a deep breath, and start to speak,

“Fuck, I just…” you trail off and gesture at your body, where your shirt was already beginning to wrinkle from your position on the bed. Donna presses another kiss to your cheek, urging you to continue.

“I’m scared, Donna. I’m scared of how you’ll react to seeing my body.” You let out a mirthless laugh.

“I’m…I’m not as beautiful as the other maidens. I have so many imperfections and I’m so nervous. I want to have sex with you, my love, but I can’t just get rid of this damn anxiety.”

Donna goes quiet, her whole body stilling as she takes your words in. Worry churns in your stomach, and you can feel the regret start to bloom inside you. Fuck, I shouldn’t have opened my damn mouth–

Then, Donna’s lips crash into yours.

You squeak, cheeks turning crimson as she pulls you impossibly close. The dollmaker lets out a soft moan as her tongue once again explores the inside of your mouth, and she strokes the back of your neck with a calloused hand.

You try not to focus on soft breasts pressing against your own, or the way Donna’s nipples were hardening. 

Eventually, the two of you come up for air, though Donna still doesn’t quite let go of your body. Her hands clasp in yours and her eye shone protectively. The look makes your lower region burn again.

“You are so beautiful, amore,” She practically growls out. “And, while you may not see it yet, that doesn’t make it any less true. Everytime I gaze at you, I feel so happy because you are my tesoro.”

Then, ever so gently, she presses your foreheads close.

“And I am yours.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, entangled in each other’s arms with the blanket draped above to keep you warm. But then, Donna leans in to kiss you, and you feel your body get aroused again. A whine leaves your lips faster than you could quell it, an act which causes a chuckle to escape the other woman. She presses her mouth against your collarbone and sucks on the skin there. You could already see a hickey forming as she releases, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. However, her face quickly softens and she cups your face, love in her gray eye.

“Cara mia, do you still want to continue?”

Shyly, you nod, even as insecurity wrangles your heart. You place your own hand over hers and kiss your dollmaker once again.

“Yes, my love,” You say at last.

Donna smiles, and her scar caresses you once again. 

“I’ll show you how much I truly adore you, Cara mia. Each and every part of you.”

Her words cause more wetness to seep from your cunt and you whimper again, squeezing your thighs desperately. Your arousal increases tenfold when Donna slowly untangles herself from your embrace, giving you a full view of her large pale breasts and panties. 

“See something you like, amore?” Donna teases, a twinkle in her eye.

Embarrassed, you start to stammer, trying desperately to find the words that could truly encapsulate Donna’s beauty.

Eventually, you give up and instead hide your face between your hands. Donna stepped closer to you, and started to gently unbutton your shirt.

“Is this alright, amore?” 

You swallow, trying to ignore your ugly thoughts. You would give it a try; you trusted Donna, after all.

“More than alright, my love.” 

Another pulse of arousal shot through you as your lover slowly removed your shirt. She did the same to your bra, easily unclasping it with her skilled digits. You closed your eyes when your bare torso was finally revealed to Donna, not wanting to see your ugly self.

Then, to your surprise, Donna growls out,

“Bellissima, amore mio. You are utterly perfect.”

“W-what?” You squeak out, feeling like an inferno is setting ablaze on your face. Donna slides a hand between your legs as she trails kisses down your stomach, kissing every blemish that she came across.

“You’re so beautiful, Cara mia.” She purrs, pulling away from your stomach to gaze at your face. A few moments later, she leans in, her mouth a centimeter away from your ear as she whispers, “I wonder how gorgeous you’ll look when you squirm under my touch.”

On any other day, you would be screaming internally, wondering where a recursive dollmaker learned to be so seductive. Instead though, your eyes brim with tears once again and you nuzzle against Donna’s neck. Below, you could feel her hands start to wander.

Giggling softly, Donna sucks on a nipple and slowly rubs your clothed pussy. She smirks at the way you bucked your hips at her desperately. Your whole body was on fire, as if you were made up of flames that only Donna’s touch could quell. Heart racing, you gaze up at the Italian woman in front of you, briefly awestruck. Her raven hair was slightly frayed now and her eyes glowed with want. She bit her bottom lip, and a red hue littered her face and chest. 

You swallow. Even after months of dating, you still could scarcely believe that you were lucky enough to date her. Donna kneads the other breast roughly as her knuckles move in a circular motion against your cloth covered clit. Though her touch was soft, she was gripping your body possessively, leaving marks in its wake. The pain sent an electric thrill across you, making you lean into your lover as you whimpered pleas for her to continue. 

A smirk was slowly curling around Donna’s lips as she teased your hole. You, on the other hand, was furiously rubbing your pussy against her skillful hand, desperate for more friction. 

“Please, my love, stop the teasing,” You beg, dragging your nails across Donna’s back. 

The smug look on your lover’s face grew even brighter. 

 “I didn’t expect you to cave in so quickly, amore. Does my touch really do that to you? Turn you into a gorgeous, needy puddle desperate all for me?” 

She pulled her hand away from your apex, causing a choked sob to escape from your lips. 

“Black God, tesoro. You’ve already made such a mess on my fingers. But..I can’t wait to see what my pollen does to you.”

You pull away at her words, mouth agape as you stilled to process her words. Your underwear was utterly drenched at this point, and the slick was starting to show through the fabric of your pants. Every bit of your body screamed to be reunited with her touch, ever so drawn to it like a phoenix to flame. You were truly under her mercy now, and it was only a matter of time before she’d pounce again.

Slowly, Donna withdrew a small vial from her hair (If you weren’t so damn distracted you would’ve questioned how it managed to stay there) and steadily uncorked the wooden lid. Its rich jasmine aroma seeped into the room and you could feel your cunt clench in anticipation. Donna licked her lips, a dangerous look taking over her as she crawled on top of you. She pressed a light kiss to your neck.

“Do you trust me, amore?”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod. A mix of fear and excitement broiled in your stomach as your gaze clung onto the vial in her hands. A part of you blanched at the idea of trying something new, but a larger, stronger part was eager to discover what it would do to you. You knew Donna would never hurt you. Your lover kissed you again.

“Cara mia, I’m going to tip this vial to your face. I want you to inhale it for me, alright?” 

She massaged your arms as she talked and trailed her fingers around your skin. You suck in a breath and murmur,

“Okay.”

Steadily, Donna began to tug your pants down before throwing it unceremoniously onto the wooden floor of the bedroom. Then, she presses the pollen in front of you, urging you to inhale. Like a good girl, you do as you’re told. Seconds later, you felt as if your whole body was on fire.

With a gasp, you pull away, nearly causing your lover to drop the vial onto the mattress. There was a fierce ache between your thighs, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You whimper, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to give yourself some semblance of a release. The clothes clung to you incessantly, and your fingers fumbled to take them off. You felt so so hot, and your cunt ached for your lover’s touch.

Luckily for you, Donna was just as desperate as you were.

Her skilled hands maneuvered to your unbuttoned shirt, palming at your breasts. Donna’s fingers played with your hardened nipples before she released them and slid her hand downward. Her touch was cool, a much needed savior to your fiery hot skin. She pressed a kiss to your temple as her fingers ghosted over your cloth-covered clit. 

“Assolutamente perfetto,” The dollmaker rumbled, bringing your body closer to hers. “Don’t let that damned mind of yours tell you otherwise.”

Before you had a chance to open your mouth to protest, she ripped your underwear off and threw it somewhere across the room. Her tongue swirled around your neck, and her sweet cants made you whine with need. 

The first stroke to your pussy was slow and deliberate, as if your lover was merely testing the embers to the flame. 

“Do you feel that, my beautiful, gorgeous love?” she purred, sliding a finger to press against your aching clit. She flicked it once, chuckling at your desperation. 

“That’s how I feel every time I lay my eyes on you.”

Another flick. Your slick trailed down her hand, pooling somewhere on the bed as Donna slipped a single, wet digit inside your throbbing cunt. She looped a free arm around your neck, a myriad of coos falling from her lips.

“I’m absolutely crazy around you.”

You rocked your hips, eyes squeezed shut as you started to blabber incoherently. Your hands scramble to find purchase on Donna’s shoulders, trying to stabilize your trembling figure. 

Already, the pressure in your lower area was building. You throw your head back, a fierce blush taking over your cheeks. It must have been the pollen; You’ve never gotten so close to the edge so fast with your own fingers.

Noticing your reaction, Donna snarled, sinking her teeth into your soft neck as she quickened her pace. Her hair was a frazzled mess now; the tangled thing spilling over her shoulders and sticking out in various angles. 

Oh how you longed to pull her hair.

You never got the chance, though. Her thrusts were faster now, fingers curling inside your cunt and bringing forth a slew of emotions. Her thumb was still flicking your bud relentlessly, making it pulse with need. There was so much slick escaping you, but you barely felt any embarrassment. Your body was burning, begging for Donna’s touch, and you would do anything for her to let you cum. 

“Such a good girl you are,” Donna murmured, twisting a nipple. The Cadou scar writhed eagerly, no doubt influenced by the dollmaker’s excitement.

“I want to see how hard you’ll cum for me.”

Without giving you much time to react, she slips in a fourth finger and growls, shoving them deep inside you. The bed creaked noisily from her action, moving up and down in tandem with her thrusts. You moan, your mouth curled into a scream as she finally brings you over the edge. Donna rubbed your clit gently, helping you ride out your orgasm.

There is a soft kiss pressed to your nose before she wraps you up in her arms. Though her face was slick with sweat, her eyes shone, twinkling like the gems she’d give you on your dates. The way she looked at you was so lovingly fond, as if—in this very moment—you were the only worthwhile thing glimmering in her life. 

You nuzzle against her chest, feeling a pleased sigh escape you. Donna peppered your face with kisses, humming quietly. These were the moments you cherished the most in life; moments where it was only the two of you basking in each other’s prescience. Donna could take her mind off of her relentless demons, and you could forgo any insecurities that were plaguing you.

Already, your eyelids were beginning to droop and a yawn escaped your lips. A hand moved up to massage your scalp, and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you let the careful arms of sleep carry you away.

As the world began to darken and the sounds outside your skull became muffled, you heard the gentle whispering of your love.

“Rest easy, amore mio. I will be here when you wake up.”

“Always?” Your voice felt small, as if fearing her answer. 

Donna wrapped her arms around your torso, pulling you ever closer to her.

“Forever.”

Gift for my friend

FUN FOX THAT LOVES A FUN COG!

@chillzygalaxy