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Enchanted (Part Two)

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Characters: Witch!Y/N, Physician!Namjoon, Herbalist!Seokjin, Knight!Jungkook, Knight!Hoseok, King!Taehyung, Servant!Jimin, King’s Adviser!Yoongi. Paring: Taehyung x Y/N, tiny bit of Jungkook x Y/N, Namjoon x Seokjin Genre: Fantasy, Romance Words: 1.8k Warnings: Bullying and sexual harassment is mentioned, very briefly by two characters although there is no explicit display of either. Do not read if these topics may upset you. Parts: [2] / Read Part One Masterlist

-> Y/N becomes a maid for the esteemed Sir Hoseok and catches the eye of Sir Jungkook, causing rumor to fly throughout the kingdom. Y/N gets into an uncomfortable situation with the younger knights and meets Jimin.

I stayed with Seokjin and Namjoon for two weeks before we mutually decided that I needed to find work, my insistent boredom getting the best of me until I had rearranged every book and bottle in their house at least four times over. That and it was getting harder for me to stay there without arousing suspicion. In Eondan’s small and undiversified population, infrequencies such as the extra food and feminine clothing that Namjoon was bringing home for me became very obvious to the watchful townspeople.

In hopes of dismissing the newfound rumours, Namjoon took me to the palace with him under the guise that I was his cousin and it was relatively easy to find work as maid to the many additions to the growing knighthood, both due to Namjoon’s popularity and trust around the kingdom, and the sheer demand for domestic assistance.

I began working for Sir Hoseok, a humble man and well respected among the knights, whose cheery laugh and natural kindness often made me forget that I was working for him, not with.

Hoseok was older and more experienced among the knights and frequently sought by the King to attend meetings. According to Namjoon they had known each other since they were children and were both friends alongside co-workers and I felt proud to be the maid for such an important member of the kingdom.

However, I was brutally reminded of my contempt position each time one of the other knights requested my assistance. While Hoseok was away I was required to attend to any concerns of the wider and less reputable knighthood, under his very loose description of “helping my friends is helping me.”

Relatively speaking the knights weren’t that bad, although their often inconsiderate nature became exhausting; they were petty, lazy and often used the maid’s attention to flirt and tease.

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Enchanted pt 1

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-> The Kingdom of Malith falls to the witches and King Si-hyuk of Eondan is killed. A new king is crowned and smugglers make their way into the kingdom, leaving Y/N with little options. She meets with her childhood friend Seokjin and royal physician Namjoon who offers her a job at the palace.

Part one: I ran through the forest, gasping as I struggled to breathe, the soft sound of hooves hitting the mossy floor chasing me as I went. Entering a clearing, I staggered realising I was trapped, ensnared in the familiar path back to my burning camp. Smoke curled in waves off the forest floor, the ruins of my community and our peace blackened in smog. This community had held my youth, the safety and love of my peers, and admittedly as of recent, the demise of a kingdom.

Our people were a generous and peaceful group, yet anger had brewed until we were oppressed into fighting. I had not taken part in that historic event, although held dear the story of my mothers and fathers struggle at revolution.

And here I was again. Nearly a decade after I had ran from the fear and grief of losing the two I loved above all else. I was back, watching the rest of my life demolish.

Only this time, I was stronger and I understood my power. Nothing could weaken me, and there was nothing left to take from me.

The horses and riders upon them, halted as they circled me, seemingly giving me no escape. What could they possibly want from me? There was nothing left they could take from me, nothing to blackmail me with as they tortured me for the whereabouts of my kin.

“You have nowhere to go now, sweetheart,” the thug crooned, smiling viscously as if I were an animal caught for sport.

I spun, glancing at each of the riders and wondered briefly if they each had their own families, friends, or if they knew what it felt like to lose a partner.

“Unfortunately for you I’m afraid,” I smirked to their leader, “I have more than one trick up my sleeve.”

The uneasy glances surrounding me made me smirk. They knew what I was.

Back turned to their leader, I smiled sadly as I heard him scream, “Seize her!” I knew what I had to do in exchange for my freedom.

A single tear slid down my cheek as my closed eyes flared golden. “You’ll never catch me.” with the twitch of an eyebrow the men and creatures ignited, shattering as flames licked at their skin. I sprinted, escaping their screams as shrapnel flew from my explosions, and freed myself of their torment.

There was only one place I could go now. The only place where safety and trust was ensured; in the small cottage of my childhood best friend. Seokjin and I had known each other since before either of us understood the meanings of power and law. We had grown up vivaciously; I danced among flowers while he discovered new herbs and undergrowth, and he watched avidly as I perfected my craft and learnt new spells. We understood each other’s passions and we became each other’s closest friends. A few years older than me and the most promising of his siblings, Seokjin was expected to find work while I was still going through the early awkwardness of puberty. He became apprenticed as an amateur herbalist, a royal physician offering him a chance to pursue his dreams professionally, and my heart ached as I watched him leave.

We never grew apart completely, but seeing each other became difficult due to his growing responsibility, and my need to keep myself hidden. He was affiliated with the castle, and I could not risk that kind of exposure.

Reaching the edge of the forest, I spotted the small wooden cottage. Its quaint familiarity made me smile and I quickly noticed the two figures pottering around the garden. I watched as they spoke, laughing at something Seokjin was holding, and I longed to be in that second man’s place. Those bittersweet emotions clutched at me again, and I couldn’t help but wish he had never left. Seokjin had barely changed, gangly limbs and boyish aura, although he now stood tall and confident, any suggestion of the worry or anxiety that used to trace his face was gone and his smile content.

Approaching the men, Seokjin’s smile grew impossibly wider as he recognised my short figure and unusual clothing immediately. He rushed over and pulled me against him, exclaiming in his rich teasing voice, “It’s been long enough for heaven’s sake, I had started to think you gone and died on me!” He was joking, although concern laced his voice at seeing my exhausted form, my attire having ripped while I was running and my hair oily from my less than frequent washes. “I was wondering when you’d come back to me.” Mockingly patting his chest, I laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I missed you too.” As we pulled away the other man stood forward, extending an arm. I recognised him immediately from the countless times Seokjin had gushed about the attractive and intelligent physician. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N.” “Namjoon?” I tried and he smiled broadly taking his hand. He was a handsome man, brownish hair and tanned skin, and he held such a poised persona that I was surprised when he blushed self-consciously. “I’ve been told so much about you over the years and to be honest, I was wondering when we would finally meet.” He glanced teasingly at Seokjin who had brought me back into a hug. “I missed you so much,” He paused. “There is so much we need to talk about.”

Seokjin led me inside and I marvelled at the beauty of his house. Rows of shelves packed with books and jars filled with dried flowers, an ornate fireplace sitting the corner and I realised that Seokjin had become significantly wealthier than when he’d left home.

He sat down before me as Namjoon left excitedly, babbling about some herbal tea Seokjin had taught him how to make. I could tell Seokjin was trying to tell me something, internally conflicted about how he should word what he wanted to say. “You and Namjoon have a beautiful house, Seokjin.” I smiled and his tense form visibly relaxed. “How did you know?” He laughed and I shrugged, “I guess I just had a feeling. Besides you look absolutely smitten.” Namjoon came back in the room with our tea cheerily and sat down next to Seokjin. “I probably don’t need to ask you not to tell anyone, do I?” Seokjin implored and I faked a gasp. “Jin, as if you’d even need to ask me! I would never dream about telling anyone.” The couple beamed at each other and I couldn’t help but join them, knowing my best friend had found his muse.

The mood softened as Seokjin sighed, “I don’t know what to say, Y/N, where to start. So much has happened.”

“After the fall of Malith to the witches, and then the overthrowing of the witches, Eondan was thrown into chaos. Our trading routes have become non-existent and King Taehyung doubled the amount of soldiers on standby in case of an attack. Families have been closing down their stores because they either can’t get supplies, or can’t sell what they have.” He looked disgruntled, disturbed by what he was to say next, and I noticed that Namjoon had begun holding his hand, adorned with a beautiful woven metal ring identical to the one on Seokjin’s fourth finger.

“Namjoon has had to stop attending to people. He doesn’t have any medications left and it’s too dangerous for me to risk going into the forest to get herbs. I’m sure you’ve seen the smugglers?” I nodded solemnly, recounting the run in that had bought me to Seokjin in the first place.

“They’re trafficking anyone of worth; anyone they can get money off in Azkater, whether by profession or simply beauty, as a way of earning enough income to feed themselves.”

I recalled the stories I’d been told of Azkater as a child. It was a corrupt nation where criminals would go if they found no other kingdom that would accept them. It ran off greed, money and hatred, and allied with no one unless they proved beneficial. I had only been there once briefly and what I saw was enough to keep me away forever.

“Wait Jin. What do you mean King Taehyung?”

“King Si-hyuk was in Malith when it was attacked. He’s dead. Prince Taehyung brought him here after he was hit in the chest but he died while Namjoon was attending him. Taehyung was crowned king.”

“But surely Taehyung must only be the same age us? He’s barely an adult how could be expected to run a kingdom?”

“There were no other successors. King Taehyung is the oldest of his family, it’s what has been expected of him since he was born. Although clearly they didn’t prepare him very well, he hasn’t been very good at his job.”

“Oh Seokjin,” Namjoon tutted, “He’s grieving. He watched his father die, have sympathy.”

“And while he gets to sit on his throne crying in his silk cloak and holding his silver spoon, his kingdom is falling apart!” Jin paused embarrassedly,

“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t be speaking so ill of our king, I’m frustrated is all. Joon tells of what happens inside the castle and out, and we’ve just been through so much recently. It just all seems so unfair-.”

“I understand. I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for you, Seokjin. If I had known, maybe I could’ve done something, could’ve helped? I was so selfish to stay hidden while all of this was happening.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N, how could you have foreseen this? Your community did this, not you.”

Your community. Not ours. How could he say that when he grew up alongside the same laws as ours, the same peace? I felt disgusted that we had become so torn apart that he didn’t recognise himself as part of our family, as if he had erased our entire childhood from his life.

He sensed my discomfort and immediately apologised.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“It doesn’t matter Seokjin.” I snapped, composing myself I looked to Namjoon who had begun speaking.

“The reality is, I’m afraid, that there’s really not much we can do about it now. We’re just going to have to sit this out.”

Seokjin hugged me one more time before announcing that he was going to cook dinner. Namjoon led me to the spare bedroom telling me they had it set up in case anyone got suspicious of their living arrangement. Two men in the one house often did arise theories.

I laid underneath the woven blanket and realised then that I had been exposed to a circumstance I had never envisioned; my best friend and the love of his life hiding the same way I did with my powers and I couldn’t help but cry.

No one should have to live like this. I shouldn’t have to live like this.

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Enchanted (Part Two)

Enchanted Part Two (uploaded 14.07.19)

I began working for Sir Hoseok, a humble man and well respected among the knights, whose cheery laugh and natural kindness often made me forget that I was working for him, not with.

Relatively speaking the knights weren’t that bad, although their often inconsiderate nature became exhausting; they were petty, lazy and often used the maid’s attention to flirt and tease.

There was one knight I couldn’t get rid of, trailing alongside me while I cleaned Hoseok’s armour and amusing me while I awaited the knights’ needs. Jungkook was much younger than Hoseok, although well known for his talent in physical combat. Jungkook had good intentions, unlike the other knights he would often offer to assist in my chores, carrying heavy baskets and scolding the others if they asked too much of me, although his insistence to trail me became distracting with his increasingly humiliating attempts at flirting.

His constant presence also arose many questions about the true nature of our relationship and gossip of the physician’s cousin and her knight became increasingly popular following me around as I did my chores. What business had a serving girl with a knight? What could he possibly see in you?

Inevitably, when Seokjin asked about the rumours, I assured him no such thing was happening, I would not abuse my position and sleep with a knight. Although, I understood the commonality of the occurrence, along with Jungkook’s reputation, and I couldn’t help feel guilty with the possibility that I had caught his eye.

I met the short, mousy Jimin during one of my many attempts at hiding from the onslaught of these rumours, crouching behind a standing set of amour as I sheltered myself from the crude jeers that followed me as a group of young and experienced knights jeered upon my solitary arrival to the training grounds.

Hoseok and Jungkook were both out hunting with the King, an unusually rare occurrence since the death of the King’s father, and I was left to attend to more general knightly duties under Hoseok’s orders. These chores consisted of nothing strenuous, only assisting the amateur knights in their training regime by offering water and keeping them company throughout the extensive schedules, which I was far from complaining about.

However unlike previous times when the young knights regaled playfully around the maid’s post, teasing each of us until flustered, they seemed particularly intrigued by the possibility of a maid sleeping with a high profile soldier.

Under normal circumstances, Jungkook would never be too far away if any of them became too much to handle, his cheerful personality vanishing and an intimidating iciness overtaking his usually soft features if any of them dared try and touch me. His over-protectiveness towards me in contrast to the other maids only fuelled the trainees’ torments, as they found much more excitement in pissing him off, and I was often quickly forgotten as they wrestled and argued in retaliation.

I never thought I would be grateful of Jungkook’s possessive nature until I discovered that without his constant watchful eye, the young knights pestering would significantly increase.

This led to my current predicament, three particular boys taunting and chasing me until I couldn’t protest any longer and I decided to hide in an unlocked storage unit off the armoury.

The unit was more like an undersized walk in broom cupboard, holding cleaning equipment and only being used by members of staff. As I crouched atop the cold concrete, my mind wandered to the obscenities that shadowed me wherever I went. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what the townspeople whispered as I passed, how the young male shopkeepers and budding gallants’ eyes watched me with both hunger and disgust.

I heard soft rustling and sucked in a gasp, praying against all odds that I had not been found. It was not until after my initial anxiety dissipated and I attempted to slow my burning heart rate, that I noticed the quiet whimpers, almost inaudible, on the other side of my retreat.

I peeked above the chest plate I had hastily taken refuge behind and gasped as I watched the small brunette rub his eyes, his lips quivering as he held back distressed sobs.

My mind began to wander to the state of the room, it was cluttered and dusty and in attempts to clear my gradually stifling throat I sneezed, earning a shocked choke as the boy whipped around to face me, his cheeks puffy and lips pouted. I recoiled, realising my immediate mistake as ducked quickly in a poor attempt at concealing myself.

“Who’s there?” The boy gasped as he furiously rubbed at his face, only succeeding in inflaming the flush of his cheeks further.

“What are you doing in here? How did you get in here? This room is only used by King Taehyung’s servants.”

That would explain the underuse of the room and its small interior in comparison the cavalry’s general armoury; the king’s private storage unit had no need for larger repository as most of his valuables would be in his chambers. However it did not explain why it was unlocked, surely something so important would be kept under lock and key?

I slowly stood up, brushing the dust off my skirt and scratched at an imaginary itch crawling its way across my neck.

“I didn’t know,” I shrugged and his eyes widened at my confession.

“Who are you?” He snapped.

“Y/N. I’m Sir Hoseok’s maid. I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed in here, the door was already open and I assumed no one else would be in here. Who are you?”

“Park Jimin. I’m the king’s valet.”

He stood up fully and I took a moment to properly observe him. He had a petite frame from years of labour, manservant to the king came with my physical responsibilities, and although short, still taller than me. His brown hair sat slightly disheveled from the insistent tugging he engaged in while crying and his eyes and face were still blotched from tears. My heart heaved at the sight and I felt an overwhelming urge to hug him.

“I said, what are you doing in here?” Jimin puffed, exasperation coating his features as he repeated himself.

Trying to think of a reasonable excuse I decided that it was probably best to tell him the truth. Besides he had reasons for being in here too and I could easily use them against him if I needed to. Although judging by his softening expression I figured he was much kinder than his initial attempt at defense and for some reason, I trusted the look in his eyes.

“I-I was hiding,” I stuttered as I felt my face heat with embarrassment.

“From who?’

“Some of the knights I am supposed to assist today were speaking inappropriately towards me. Usually it wouldn’t be much of a problem because I’d be with Sir Hoseok but he’s with the king today and I got really frightened by what they were saying and-“ I cut myself off.

“You didn’t know what else to do?” Jimin finished bowing forward slightly and alleviating my discomfort.

“I understand. If I could only count the amount of times I’ve been on the end of a knights’ torment,” He paused before clearing his throat.

“Uh that’s actually why I’m in here now too.” He stopped and I waited expectantly for an explanation. He stepped forward and shook my hand, bowing his head slightly, and I realised he wasn’t going to continue.

Sensing his discomfort, I hastily changed the subject, asking him about his responsibilities as manservant to the king and how he had been given such a position. He avidly described his work and I soon found myself giggling at his blatant admiration for the King’s Adviser, Yoongi, gushing about the man enthusiastically, and when I finally pointed it out, he flushed a brighter scarlet then when I had found him crying. I told him stories of my childhood growing up with Seokjin in the forest, my position as Sir Hoseok’s maid and then my eventual predicament with Jungkook and the other knights.

Jimin was understanding and empathetic as I recounted my near capture by smugglers trying to enter the city and I had to hold myself back from revealing my true identity.

As the day wore out, Jimin and I stood to leave and await both the King, Sir Hoseok and Sir Jungkook’s arrival, slowly making our way across the elaborate gardens towards the gate that kept the palace separate from the rest of the kingdom. As we crossed the cobbled pathways Jimin turned to me, his fingers rubbing at the nape of his neck self-consciously.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh earlier, I didn’t expect anyone to be in there and I freaked out at being caught crying. I hope I didn’t upset you. I can’t imagine what you’ve been through today,” He smiled sheepishly and I found myself reciprocating it naturally. He looked much more content now, calm and physically relaxed as he heard my response.

“Don’t apologise Jimin, it’s not your fault anyway. It was lovely meeting you, even under these circumstances.” We turned back towards the elegant gateway as the King and his distinguished knights appeared at the entrance, their capes billowing around them as the rode towards us.

hat was the first time I ever saw King Taehyung.

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Prompt 2 (uploaded 14.07.19) Do not replicate, copy, translate etc without permission. Work belongs to Admin Isla of @singulardivinity.

Characters: N/A Genre: Drama Words: 1075 Warnings: Mentions of suicide. Author’s note: This piece is in no way supposed to glorify, romanticise or encourage suicide or self-harm. If you or someone you know may be feeling suicidal please contact a helpline or a hospital. Lifeline Australia: 13 11 14 Lifeline USA: 800-273-TALK (8255) HopeLine UK: 0800 068 4141 Lifeline Shanghai: (021) 6279-8990

Pushing open the door, its round golden handle still gleaming, inviting. Back in this house. Envious green walls and chaotic floor, scattered with preceding souvenirs. An open room behind closed doors. There had been a life here, stability, visible in the

The pale curtains billowed against the incoming breeze from the large gaping sliding door to the balcony.

The height. You could almost, maybe, touch the clouds.

Tranquility.

Her shoes. Those simple black things she insisted on wearing everywhere, although refused to wear inside the warmth of four walls, opting for bare feet to feel the pliant carpet or the rough wooden halls. I had forgotten the soft patterns of the carpet, swirling greys that wrapped and danced alongside her, embracing the soft balls of her feet. Her shoes lay scattered, not neatly placed to the left of the doorway like usual, as if thrown. A room that had once held the joyousness of newfound harmony, recovering patients.

The piano. Its lid lay open, welcoming, offering its pristine keys to anyone who dared press. Those quiet melodies she played as I slept, or when she thought I was sleeping, lithe fingers barely grazing the keys in hopes of keeping me away. I never liked the piano, which is probably why she tried hiding her skill from me, keeping her euphony from my distasteful opinions. The piano was an instrument of power, too vehement for her apprehensive personality; but maybe that’s why she loved it, because it gave her unobstructed dominance. With it at her beck and call she could evoke rumours, scenarios, both for good and for bad, she could change someone’s mind.

A light switch. Up. Down. The warmth that lit up the small bulb did nothing for the bright daylight spewing through the balcony’s opening into the kitchen. All the power points turned down, a nervous habit she had fallen into after reading a report on an apartment that had caught fire due to the freely flowing electricity. No matter how many times I assured her we were fine, she insisted on checking each and every switch before bed, just in case.

The lilies had fallen against the grain of the wooden counter, the glass vase lay sideways, emptying itself of water that had stilled in its shifting due to the void surrounding it. How could something lay so still while everything around appeared so anarchic?

The browning petals fell from the lilies when I tried to stand them up. The stems leaning against one another as the dried remnants landing silently on the bench. A single petal fell to the floor, landing at my feet and I wondered if that was her. A singe petal that had fallen before me, begging me to catch her. She hit the ground so hard because of my inability to understand her pain. Too hard.

She never wanted to be saved. She promised me that she was fine, that this wouldn’t last. Maybe she was and I was just too harsh on her, maybe I was too scared of losing her.

Agape. The bedroom. Clothes, on the bed, the floor, strewn on every surface. There were none of hers, although I knew she didn’t take any possessions with her. She wasn’t a materialist, she believed in things stronger than objects and would throw away everything she owned for the stars. I orbited her, probably obsessively. She was the only constellation I could ever be content with. No planet, star or sun was more breathtaking.

I saw her favourite coat on the discount rack of a thrift shop on the way here. The green insides lining that thick, dark thing. It was like her in a lot of ways, mysterious and beautiful. Guarded and alluring. She called that jacket her funeral coat, however not once did she wear it there. She told me she wanted to be buried in it one day, no matter whether it fit or not by then. I guess she wasn’t. To see it stand so lonely in a room full of meaningless objects brought me nothing but shame. I was tempted to buy it, just out of anger. It had belonged to her. It held her more than I had. Reaching the bed, I hastily clawed at the articles of offense that dared obscure those immaculate white sheets.

Her soft breaths. A tug at the ends of my hair, she sighed. Angelic.

The sheets had been changed and I wondered if the original had made its way to that thrift shop too.

The en-suite. White and tiled. The bathroom tap was on. How long had it been left like this, water spilling fat drops out of the faucet until they met that harsh porcelain basin? Those tears ran down pipes into the city, emptying at everyone’s feet. Rolling away until they evaporated, the heat of skin upon skin too much for those tiny wet drops. This city is full of the heat of humanity.

The balcony, innocent and inviting. A simple chair, wicker base and fluffy cushion. That cushion had once been on the bed. Had she moved it here? We had sat here together only days ago, her head pressed against my chest, over my heart. She didn’t make a sound as she cried. She sat up, a moment of realisation dawning on me, as I felt her fleeting kisses on my forehead, nose and mouth, salty and wet from the tears that were streaming down her tinted cheeks. The epiphany, I love her.

She turned towards the skyline and watched those pink clouds darken. How long did we sit here before I felt her body fall slack against me and I carried her into the bedroom? How long until I woke to find her side empty and cold? How long until I looked out upon the vast grey beyond the balcony and saw red and blue flashing against the darkness, white blinding lights stalled at either end of the road as impatient cars awaited instruction? How long until I got the call?

Looking out upon the city once again.

The outlines of other lives, carved through the metal beams of the cityscape. Roofs that held stories. Containing dreams and promises, fear and hate. Love.

Otherworldly emotions.

The expanse.

Had she touched those clouds? Reached the stars?

You were my preservation, my protection and health. The penicillin for my problems. My drug.

I was not yours.

I could not save you.

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