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Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Words: 7k

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Jungkook wasn’t sure how long he’ been here. Resting alone in silence in his secret place. It wasn’t like some sort of fort of anything, no. Where he was was a beautiful section of flourishing forest.

It was a hidden area, a secluded patch of land. One had to find a cavern entrance that hid behind thick hydrangea bushes to even begin to search for it. Even then, finding the hydrangeas was a feat. The cavern was hundreds of miles underground. It was secluded and any possibility of it ever being discovered by anyone other than Jungkook was a rare chance. Man would never set foot here so help him.

A far off, desolate cliff in the middle of a mountain range untouched by man. A rare feat. A long flight up to the near peak of a mountain. Find the large, wide hydrangea covered rock area and with them behind the vines is an opening.

Going through that opening and traveling through the rocky, vine-covered cavern walls the cavern opens. A giant hole, leading straight down into God knows where. No human would ever try and explore, and if they did, they would for sure lose their life. It was far too deep and far too dark. However, if one ever got down the entire trip that traveled the entire mountain and below the ground, they would come into a clearing. A clearing leading into a vast, almost completely different world.

Enchanting was the only word to explain it. A magical place, a lake an entire ecosystem were thriving inside this mountain. Hydrangeas sprouting in mass with all sorts of wildflowers growing by its side. Trees wept with green, low hanging branches and vines. Water flowed in a strong, brilliant waterfall in the side the of the rocky cavern, most likely from a lake or body of water on the surface. A crystal lake sits beneath, capturing the mirror-like water. This lake had healing properties Jungkook had discovered in one of his many trips here. Just standing in the water could heal any injury. Finally, floating orbs of soft, yellow and blue lights kept the ‘jungle’ lit and navigatable.

This place must have been crafted long ago by magicians: witches and warlocks. There was no other way to explain the flourish so far beneath the ground. As well as the inscriptions on some cavern walls and glyphs that so depict an ancient civilization with ‘God’s Gifted Ones’.

The other piece of evidence was a large rock island in the middle of the lake. It was jagged and uneven but it had arches of rock and covered in vines that bloomed in deep, crimson flowers he couldn’t name. The arches were incomplete, the very tops of them open and staggered like a ray of magic just shot through them. Underneath the open arches was a single throne of rock. Uncomfortable looking though it may be, the carving among it makes it seem like a seat for royalty. He’s never sat there, and something in his blood demands that he never does.

This place was the only thing Spellcasters had his respect for.

Jungkook sat in a small space he liked to call his own as he looked around. He wasn’t the only living thing down here, no not at all. There were small creatures and animals that resided down here in harmony. Almost all herbivores he’s gathered as the only remains he’s ever found were caused by nature and time; not by some sort of predator.

He lay on his back, his hands clasped behind his head and one of his legs propped up on his foot as he looked up at the trees above him. The weeping willow blew in the small constant draft that seemed to circle endlessly around the cavern. It gave a nice, gentle chill. For a hot-blooded, fire breathing, mobile furnace, the breeze cooled him and made him relax.

If he closed his eyes long enough, he would think he heard bells in the distance, but knew it was only his mind adding onto the soft atmosphere this place gave him.

Here, he was free. He was a free man. Not roped into classes and exams to ‘hone his abilities’. He wasn’t stuck in the same boring lecture cycle of Masters and how he would need to valiantly and obediently follow his one day. He wasn’t just some jock who needed to keep his team strong and never lose, lest he gets ridiculed.

He was just himself. He was just Jungkook.

Jungkook had never found a place so calming once he left home. At home, it was his mother that warmed his breast and made him smile. She loved him so, but once she lost her life, the candle she kept within her was snuffed out. Taking all the light and warmth with it. Jungkook was lost for a time. His mother gone, his father always a way for business and no siblings to try and connect with.

Then he met Jimin. Jimin ran into him when accidentally running into one of his living room glass doors that lead out into his yard. He had been so distracted in chasing a shadow cat that he ran smack dab into the glass in his dog form. Jungkook, startled into showing his horns and scales, watched as the dog changed into the form of a small boy not much older than himself.

Somehow, after that, a friendship bloomed and Jungkook almost felt warm again. He and Jimin stuck together and eventually were both able to get into the main academy of Hearst. However, they didn’t plan on being Ranked the same and pinned as classmates both in their first year and now, yet it was a minor chance of luck that Jungkook wouldn’t refuse.

Yet, even with Jimin, the warmth wasn’t the same as it used to be like as his time as a small child. So, he would explore every chance he got. Transforming and flying miles upon miles away just to find something, anything to help the void in his chest. The hole in which his mother’s death forged so long ago. Then, he found it in this place.

He couldn’t remember exactly when or how he found this wonderful world of his own, but he didn’t care. He found it, and it was his and he couldn’t be warmer.

Somewhere along his visit, he drifted off. He didn’t know when but when he woke up, his arms that stayed under his head were nearly numb. He sat up and let the tingling pins and needles of his blood rush back into his arms and hands. He sat looking around. He could never tell the time of day in this place, that’s a given. Yet, he decided it time to go once again.

Working his way out from under trees and into a clearing he lept into the air and took off upwards with his wings that tore from his back. Up the long drop that seemed to get shorter with each visit and out the cavern into the hydrangeas before soring into the sky of outside. It was dusk. The sun setting with each ticking moment below the horizon, kissing the daytime farewell until morning. It was a beautiful view, yet a view that no longer captured Jungkook’s jaded perception.

He moved above the clouds until his nose picked up the scent of the school ground and soon descended onto the rooftop of the main building. It was always much easier making a landing on the roofs than into the fields or courts. Less chance of conflict.

His feet touched the hard roof and breathed a content breath. He made his way down and into his building where he went to his locker to retrieve the shirt he discarded and replaced it on his chest. Now fully dressed, he was lucky not to be caught and stopped by some random person who would definitely scream about some ‘nudist’ on campus. It’s happened before and it was not fun.

He was finishing up grabbing whatever he needed for tomorrow’s academic courses when he heard a group of B Ranks who had just come from the upper floors, ready to leave for the day. Jungkook ignored them as they soon passed and Jungkook slammed his locker shut. They were talking about the Spellcaster Exams happening tomorrow. They were to perform trail tests and magical limits to see if they were qualified for a Familiar.

“Fuckin’ Spellcasters,” he murmured as he too left the building and soon the campus to his own dorm.

XXX

The dorms were not laid out in any sort of system like the school itself. Many students of different species and ranks lived among each other as neighbors or even roommates. Had it not been for Yoongi needing a roommate and purposely waiting for you to enroll, you would’ve probably roomed with a Spirit, given a choice.

Currently, you were sat on the floor, nursing a bag of your newly owned chips - that Yoongi got as promised - completely drowning in worry. The exams were tomorrow, just hours away and you swore you could tear your hair out. You stared at the ceiling as your head was kicked back while your back rested against the foot of your shared couch with Yoongi in the main room.

Said warlock had just leaned over the couch, catching your attention and making you crane your neck further back to an uncomfortable position and also drawing a headache to the surface.

“You really shouldn’t worry. It’s not that difficult of an exam and it’s held twice a year. You have way more than one shot going forward.”

“Easy for you to say, you��ve already passed. You just don’t attend the ceremony to actually get a Familiar.”

“Well, yeah. Why would I do that when I can pick my own partner on my own terms?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes. “Yes, I get it. You’re super advanced, rub it in why don’t you.”

Yoongi just shook his head at your pessimistic attitude. Honestly, if he told the truth, he knew you had nothing to worry about. You had magic storing down to a T and your ability to maintain and manage your magic was outstanding for a C Rank. It was whether or not your execution of said magic would go as planned. You, one might say, were a nervous test taker.

Yoongi rounded the couch, sitting on the cousin behind your head as you had taken to pushing your cheek against his knee. He hovered his fingers above your head as the magic that gently came from them made your hair dance like static. You were always emotional around exams or ceremonies, but he supposed in your situation that you had every right to be.

“Would you feel better if I waited outside the exam hall? Results won’t be posted until the next morning. We can go to that lame, gross ‘asethetic’ diner you like so much.” You rolled your eyes as you contemplated actually biting his knee.

“That ‘lame, gross ‘asethetic’ diner’ makes me warm and fuzzy so shush your mouth you Dark Wizard.” He tapped on your head, a bit reprimanded. You strictly knew wizards were half-breeds between humans and magic users, a rare breed to be sure. “Besides, when exams are over, we still have academic courses.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but they aren’t mandatory.”

“I’m not ditching class, Yoongi.” He sighed as you and he got quiet. Sitting in silence he knew the reason you were worried. He just didn’t know how to phrase it without making your mood any worse. Though, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? It was already floating around in your head, drilling into every corner of your thoughts like a nonstop drill with rechargeable batteries.

“Y/n,” he started, voice uncertain, “are you worried about your dad again?” You were silent, still and unresponsive. Perhaps you fell asleep? You’ve don’t so before. However, you soon nodded. “Don’t worry about it,” he thought that might be the case.

Your father wasn’t the most generous man on the face of the planet. A big name for himself in your family history and hardly any people even knew he even had a daughter.

Growing up he was earning awards and making headlines left and right and featured in reports and newspapers frequently. Succeeding in classes of all kinds, magical or not and gaining his Familiar in his first year right off the bat when he entered and enrolled in Heart Academy for the Wicked and Supernatural.

That Familiar ended up being your mother.

Your mother lost her life when you were born. It was normal, well as normal as being born a Spellcaster can be.

Spellcasters almost always end up stealing the life of their mothers upon birth. The magic gathered and stored into their small, infant bodies only obtained their powers from their mother’s life. They took the life energy from their carriers and converted it into magic to store and released that magic when they are born. The only way to slimly avoid death is by C-sections, but it’s risky. There’s always a chance that both parties would lose their life if the doctor is too unskilled.

Once a Spellcaster, witch or warlock or even half-breed wizard, is born the father is either pulled in one direction of the other. They are either completely overprotective and shelter their children until they can’t possibly shelter them any longer. Or, they reject them absolutely.

Your father rejected you. Absolutely.

Yoongi has known you since childhood, and he’s seen the way in which your father completely overlooks you and your presence as a whole. It wasn’t unnatural to guess your father grew up into a wealthy man, so the house was filled with staff that was directly in charge of raising you. You were raised by interchangeable faces and fake gestures all because you were ‘the bosses daughter’. The only plus was Yoongi’s companionship and friendship.

His father was loving to him. Waiting on him hand and foot until middle school when Yoongi was able to sit down and talk with him, telling him to back off and not to treat him like a fragile doll, but a person. LIke his son, and his father listened to him. Maybe it was because he was a boy, or maybe it was because his father accepted him from the beginning, you weren’t quite sure.

That’s why you always tried so hard. Whether it be in class, working on book smarts or building your magical properties. Why you pushed so hard for a Familiar. If you were to gain a Familiar, maybe he would finally notice you and all your potential you could build from now into the future.

Yoongi just pat your head and reached forward into the bag of chips to grab one and force it between your lips. The salt stung slightly as you scowled at him. He just messed up your hair before he stood up, making your body roll to the side and now lay on the ground.

“It’ll be fine. Don’t worry about a 6-foot tall demon when you have me.”

“You’re literally 179 centimeters. You’re a single inch off of 6 foot.”

“That, my dear friend, is what makes me so much better. I’m an inch smaller for travel convenience.” You rolled your eyes as you watched Yoongi trot off into the kitchen, hearing clunking and removal of pots and plates from cabinets thereafter.

The rest of that night, Yoongi made it a top priority to keep your mind off the exam and most importantly your father. Throwing jokes, starting little skirmishes and even dabbled on the idea of getting you drunk so you could just puke and go to bed. However, he took a miss on the alcohol, you did have a test in the morning. Hangovers don’t work out for the brain and magic. You could very well make something blow up if you're too hungover.

It was 11 when you finally crashed. Spending so much energy just dealing with the back to back objects and tasks Yoongi threw at you. Yoongi nodded in satisfaction before maneuvering you to throw you over his shoulder. You know, like real friends do.

Marching to your room with your body folded over his shoulder, utterly unconscious for the night, he moved into your room where he blew his lips and a small puff of light floated around to light the room. There was a chance if he flipped the light switch on, you’d wake up and proceed to yell at him for carrying you like he was, a fact he knew you weren’t fond of. The light, though small, was bright enough to show the path to your bed without running into anything or tripping on the journey from your door.

It was a mystery, how your den and your bedroom had polar opposite vibes. Your den, as he knew, was dark and felt like a cave when one stepped inside. However, your bedroom was like how he could only imagine a child felt walking into a damn Build-A-Build store. It was bright, and resemble your white magic specialization to a T. Pastels from coral, to teal and even a nice shade of grey specked your room in the form of books or knick-knacks.

Though, Yoongi wouldn’t say he disliked it. His room resembled a monochromatic museum, that was just his style. However, he would like to camp in your room with you if he ever needed a spark of color to lift a bad mood he felt on the horizon of his mind.

He carefully rolled you off his shoulder and put you, rather sloppily into bed. Laying you sideways and having your feet hang off the edge of the mattress, but he couldn’t be bothered. You were on the bed with no way of falling off unless you decided to fight in a war in the 6 hours you were going to be asleep. He tossed your comforter over you and stretched his back.

You may be smaller than he is, and he may be a man, but that doesn’t make you any less heavy than the scale you complain about every morning. I mean come on, the average weight for someone like you wasn’t something to get bent out of shape about. Yet, it was often times he’d see you shove down rabbit food in the form of salads and greens before turning around and enjoying those chips you devour each chance you get. Thus, prompting him to poke fun at you.

He turned to look into the mirror you had in your room. It was large and wide as it sat upon your rather magnificent vanity. The same vanity that Yoongi’s father and he helped pick out for you on your 18th birthday. That was probably the first time Yoongi saw you actually cry in joy at something most girls had at the age of 13. He smiled as he recalled the memory before he whistled lowly and the orb of light faded out.

He followed the light from the hall that leaked in through the doorway to work his way out, one against without stumbling and took one final look back at you. He smiled as he lifted his hand and created a small symbol. It resembled a pair of doors opening inwards, hardly noticeable and small enough to hide in his palm. He blew it out of his hand as it flitted over to you were it stuck your cheek.

Then, he quietly closed your bedroom door. He walked around the dorm and shut off all the lights and the TV before he retired to his own room. He was still going to go to the stupid diner with you, even if he didn’t exactly like the taste of anything in there. Min Yoongi was many things, but he wasn’t a liar. He promised to go with you, so he would.

You woke up the next morning to the sound of your alarm. Annoyed you swatted your wrist at it, some force flinging from your fingertips to knock the clock off your bedside nightstand and against the wall. Hearing the cracking of the cheap plastic, you lifted your head with squinted eyes before pushing your face back into the pillow. Now you’d have to buy a new one, knowing Yoongi would refuse to fix another alarm clock from you. This is the 7th alarm clock you’ve broken in the last 2 months alone after all.

Yet, none of that mattered as all you could think about is you had to get up. You had an exam today.

XXX

The morning trudged on as sparingly as you knew it would. Getting dressed was the only fast part of your morning, racing against time on getting ready in your exam gowns. It was a fundamental rule that when important eams rolled around, you were to where your school provided gowns. They were simple, the female design much different than the male.

The top was a black, almost violet undertone, fabric that ruffled and ran horizontally along your chest and hung below your shoulders around your bicep. A hood and low hanging scarf were attached loosely to the back of the ruffled patch behind you that you looped around your neck and sat among your breasts. The gown clung to your torso and the skirt divided at your thigh. A centerpiece almost resembled a thick, old fashioned loincloth, covered your front (although just barely) while the rest of your skirt was cut off and fluttered behind you at your ankles.

It was flattering and charming sure, and even you were quite taken with how it looked from a mundane standpoint, but it was so exposing. Walking around with it on, even if no one was around, made you feel too open. And, of course, you ran into Jungkook.

Yoongi was at your hip, glaring at any filthy minded warlock who tried to even think about peeping beneath your shoulders or down your legs. It was actually Jimin, who stood at Jungkook’s side (as per usual) that flagged you both down. It was a routine by now, one that Jungkook could frankly do without.

As you approached, clutching your spellbook to your front and keeping your eyes downcast, any other guy would probably see you as cute. Cheeks red at the unwanted attention and quiet disgusting cat-calls threw your way. You were quite the sight, much to Yoongi’s dismay. It was like people were hitting on his sister to his face.

“Wow! Your exam robes look really good on you Y/n! You look so pretty!” You rubbed your bare shoulder with a free hand as you only managed to keep eye contact with the friendly Hellhound for a moment before staring back at his shoes. Your own footwear was a pair of small, 3-inch, thick heels. Also a stupid requirement of this damn gown.

Jimin sensed your unease. Sure, you were embarrassed by your gowns, you usually were, but you always tried to play it out with being extremely boisterous or over the top. Overdramatic, so to speak. Today, though, you were different. You were quiet, clammed up and he could practically smell the anxiousness pouring out of you with his heightened senses.

He looked at Jungkook’s back; he had only glanced at you before he went back to swapping book in his locker to his bag. Maybe an unexpected compliment would cheer you up?

Jimin grabbed the back of Jungkook’s shirt, twisting him around and slammed his locker shut.

“What are you doing you-?!”

“Don’t you think Y/n looks nice?” He questioned. You ducked your head. You knew that Jimin only wanted to help cheer you up, the hound was always in tune with emotion. No doubt he could tell your overly dramatic depressed mood. Though, turning to Jungkook wasn’t the best option. You were absolutely certain that the insult that was bound to roll off the stupid dragon’s tongue would push you to tears.

You were too emotional this morning. Fuck hormones.

“Well?” Jimin pushed a Jungkook remained silent. He looked at you, but to him, you looked the same. So what if you were wearing different clothes? You were still you, the insufferable brat he’s put up with since he enrolled. But, even he could feel the dread coming from you. Jungkook wasn’t heartless.

“Jimin,” Yoongi starts, trying to avert a possible scene to keep you together, “It’s alright. We’ll just-”

“Yeah,” Jungkook interrupts. Yoongi looked at him, almost insulted he was interrupted. Jungkook just slung his bag over his shoulder as it rested on his back now. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he slouched to a leg. The bangs that were separated off his forehead shook in the bounce he took to look at your smaller than usual form. “You look nice.”

Jimin and Yoongi for shocked, to say the least. Sure, Jimin wanted him to compliment you, but he didn’t actually think he would! Jimin broke into a smile and turned to you. He quickly grabbed your hand that still rubbed your naked shoulder. You snapped your head to him, cheeks still flushed as they seemed to lose their redness at Jimin’s over-enthusiastic form.

“See! Now, good luck on the tests! You’ll do great! The best B Rank witch ever!”

“That’s what I told her too!” Yoongi quips up to help lighten the mood. And before you knew it, you busted into laughter. You don’t know why you were laughing, you were still dreading the exam and you were still so nervous walking was a chore, but you felt better.

You turned to Yoongi after you pulled your hand from Jimin. “I’m ready to go now. Better rip the bandaid off, right?” He nodded as he slung his arm around your shoulder.

“That’s the spirit!”

You quickly turned to Jungkook, looking at him as he watched all of this happened in silence. He could’ve left, maybe he was hanging around waiting for Jimin. He did every other time. “Thanks,” you quietly say before Yoongi is dragging you off until you both are out of sight.

“You’re welcome,” he muttered completely to himself. Jimin looked at him.

“Did you say something?”

“I called her stupid.”

Jimin opened his mouth in astonishment. “Come on! You were just nice to her!”

“Yeah? Well, there’s a first for everything. I still don’t like her. Salem will still be on my ‘hate’ list, no matter what fancy garbs she puts on.” He spun on his heel, working his way to his first class. “Come on, we’ll be late.” Jimin ran behind him, catching up.

“We’ve been late before! Hold on!” Jungkook only sped up, leaving his best friend to run in a chase. Though Jimin easily caught up, he was a hound after all.

XXX

Yoongi sat in his class, watching the clock tick down second by second with a bouncing, impatiently knee. He sat slumped with his elbow on his desk as his palm supported his chin. Fingers tapping his cheek. He wasn’t even paying attention, frankly, he hadn’t been ever since he sat down. Once this class ended, you’d be out of your exams and he’d get to find out if you passed for the third attempt since your first year or not.

It was 14 minutes later when his class was dismissed and Yoongi literally just phased into a shadow. Hiding his body and zipping through the halls along the walls and ceilings. Traveling by shadows is the fastest, most efficient form of travel; at least for a dark warlock like himself who knows how to actually control it and now get stuck in the shadows like many have done before.

The tactic was much more complex than you would think. If not performed correctly, one could even suffocate within the shadows of something as small as a puppy.

He was down the halls, scaling stairs and zooming along the corridors of the outside courts before he quite literally flew out of a wall right next to the door of your classroom. Your class had already started filing out, the hoods of robes being flung down and some stupid, over appreciated jocks even flexing the pride that is their passing grade.

He waited at the doors until he peeked inside, still not seeing you exit. Perhaps he came just a split second too late? He leaned in the doorway to see you, standing in front of the professor as he spoke to you, waving his hands about. You nodded, talking back with him as Yoongi stepped inside. He was familiar with this professor anyways.

“Ah, Min Yoongi, what a pleasure,” the professor spoke. You turned around, flipping down the hood of your gown as he moved briskly to your side. Yoongi nodded to the teacher.

“Tihex,” he said. He had long dropped any title from instructors names. No Mr. Ms., or Professors for him. Just using their names. Some found it endearing, others not so much. Tihex didn’t really care though, he was a young professor and rather open-minded. Wanting to connect with each student of his in one way or another. Yoongi looked at you as he opened his mouth. “How’d you do?”

You blinked up at him as you then looked to Tihex. He smiled as he motioned to Yoongi basically telling you to tell Yoongi your scores. The way that scoring works is that throughout the exam, your given a slip of paper for your professor to mark points on. Whether to deduct or add on points. Another is the class ranking. On the wrist of each participant that passed the exams with high enough remarks and points were given a name stamped on their forearm. That number places what magical standpoint they are in their class. The Spellcaster with the number 1 on their forearm being the most excelling student as of the current standpoint.

You opened off your spellbook and handed Yoongi your point slip as he looked over the numbers. High marks all around. He smiled as you tilted your head in pride.

“These numbers are awesome!” He cheered, even stomping a little jig in excitement. “What rank did you get in class?” He was eager to know. Y, u however, didn’t even know that yet.

“I don’t know. I was about to be stamped when you came in.” The two of you looked to Tihex who was busy playing with his magic stamp. Customized with stickers and even a little bow, of course, the stamp wasn’t originally his and he did have to pay the school board a hefty price once he started slapping stickers on it.

He stuck out his hand to you. “May I finally place you in the ranks now, Miss L/n?” You nodded as you rolled up your sleeve and showed him your bare, blank forearm. Yoongi looked over your shoulder, forgetting the idea of seeing your face before he knew your number.

Professor Tihex took the back of your hand before he placed the stamp on you and with a small push, a puff of pink smoke and a few coughing fits later, he pulled the stamp away from you. There on your forearm was a pink, scripted 1.

Yoongi crashed into your back as he picked you up and flung you around, almost violently. This is all he wanted, you to succeed. He stopped shaking you around, yet he still held you off the floor, toes just brushing the tile as Tihex laughed.

“You two are like a pair of siblings.” Yoongi laughed as he felt you try to touch the ground, to which he lifted you higher. You had half a mind to place a weight spell on your body, but you knew he could counteract it with a relieving spell, so it would just be a waste of magic and time.

“We have a diner to go to!” He cheered. You grabbed his arms, panicking slightly as you raise your knees.

“Yoongi! No!” You felt him start to shift his body to travel in the shadows again, only this time, he’s taking you with him. “I’m still in my gowns!” Then, he sunk into the floor, taking you with him and zooming out, leaving Tihex wondering if he’d bring you back to finish your classes for the rest of the school day.

The ceremony for passing Spellcasters was 3 days later. Letters and messenger falcons (old school yes, but some folk refuses to conform to technology) were sent out to every parent of the successful students. Many showed to see their children come back with signs of a Familiar. Some whose child wasn’t shy even got to meet their child’s new Familiar’s first hand.

The robes for the ceremony were all the same style. As opposed to exam gowns that differ between the sexes, ceremonial gowns were all the same. A completely black get up for dark magic users and completely white for white magic users. Though there are some who dabble in both, they always lean more towards one than the other. Yours, of course, were pure white.

Long sleeves wide and rather comfortable. Fabric layered overcrossing over the chest and waist in diagonal cuts. Top piece cut into a square around the neck, and uncommon yet flattering attention to detail. The bottom was cut into pant sleeves, yet most certainly aren’t pants. They were large, fluttering and spacious. Though divided, they moved around your legs and feet like the skirt of a dress. Your hair was up, pushed into two thick hair ties, the handy work done by Yoongi himself. Finally, each student wore a numbered necklace of their rank. Yours was a golden 1 that rested on your chest.

You were gathered in a room with your fellow classmates, family and friends outside in the courts yards out front, holding small conversations here and there as well as taking congratulatory remarks for being top. The feeling still hadn’t sunk in yet that you passed. Now, here you were about to get your Familiar that has been chosen by fate.

Soon, a bell was chimed and each student went to their numbered chair. Chairs were lined in rows in the main building as the Spellcaster head professor stood on a small stage in front of a door leading to a private back room. The ceremony of Familiar and Master is entirely private, not even the professor may know unless the Master so chooses.

Interestingly enough, the order in which the students are called up to cast their spell and summon their familiar is from the bottom student to the top. So, you would be the final student to summon. Time ticked by, students going in and coming out with a neutral expression, some with mixed feelings and others practically dancing.

“Spellcaster 1,” the professor speaks and you stand, making your way to the stage door, white gown flicking your leather sandal covered feet. You stood in front of the door and took a shaky breath. “Good luck,” the professor spoke without even looking at you as you pushed the knob into the room down and stepped inside. You heard the door lock behind you as you looked around.

A summoning circle was in the middle of the room with a spellbook on an altar in the center. Open and bookmarked on the page in which the spell you needed was open and ready for reading. The room was flicking with floating, uneven orbs of light and it was dark. Black cloth hung from the ceiling covering the tiles from view as you stepped forward. You stopped in front of the altar and looked at the spell.

You knew this spell well, you had read and re-read it over and over again in hopes of one day finally being able to use it. Now was that time. You closed your eyes and took a breath, right before you opened your mouth and began to softly speak the incantation.

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Jungkook was sat in his room in his dorm which he somehow got all to himself. He was a late student to apply for a dorm room, so he was stuck with the last option, a one-person dorm with a single room, bathroom and kitchen. He didn’t mind though, being on his own in his own space was actually preferred. He sat at his desk, typing up an essay he had due for a class when he was dozing off.

He was jerked awake and startled when he thought he heard someone mumbling behind him. Spinning around in his twisting-rolly chair, he nearly flung himself out of it. No one was there, there couldn’t be. Wouldn’t be. He lived in this dorm alone and even if someone got inside, he could hear them. Turning back to his computer he left with a long line of ‘kkkkkkk’ after he dosed with his finger on the key, he backspaced and jerked when he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him.

Jungkook kicked up, pushing his chair behind him as he stepped away from his computer and looked around. His body felt light and heavy, stuck in an uncomfortable balance. It was like he was on the verge of getting drunk, yet still not there and haven’t taken any shots.

Another jolt of shock made him shout in annoyance as he felt himself phase between consciousness. He rubbed his eyes, blinking once then twice before his wrist began to burn.

Shrieking, he wasn’t used to the idea of burning, given he wasn’t supposed to feel heat. It stung as he looked at to what he could have possibly done or what to see what was happening. A small burn was etching into the skin of his wrist. Circling his wrist like a bracelet in red, angry, raised skin. The pain made his body shift.

Breaking into a mid-shift form, his wings tore through the fabric of his shirt and stayed folded against his back. His horns twisted from the crown of his head as the scales on his neck and cheeks felt chilled. His fangs bit into his lip as his golden eyes glowed and his slit pupils dilated.

The burn soon finished etching it’s tribal pattern and ignited. Jungkook shouted as he slapped at it, waving to put the random flames out. Oddly enough, the fire engulfed his hand, yet it was only his wrist that continued burn. Soon, the fire snuffed itself out and all that was left was a black, tribal tattoo around his wrist.

“What the hell?” He whispered, out of breath and confused. Voice shaking and looking around, he wondered if he was somehow hexed.

His eyes burned and watered as he rubbed at them. Blinking once and then twice, he looked up to find himself somewhere that was most definitely not his dorm room. He stumbled backward. “What the fuck is happening?!” He was in a room with black cloth and stupid lights of what? Gas?

“Jungkook?” He whipped around, more than ready for any explanation as to what in the everloving hell was going on only to have his face fall when he saw you. Dressed in nothing but pure white garbs, you stared back into his half shifted form.

“What in the hell are you doing here? No, wait, where the hell is here? Where am I?!” He whipped his arms around as the short sleeves of his torn shirt showed his arms and wrist, to which you looked your eyes onto. Jungkook saw you looking wide-eyed at his wrist. He brought it up and pointed it at with his opposite hand. “Did you do this to me!?”

“I-” you started, looking around with a fallen face. He seethed as he stomped towards you, grabbing the rectangular collar of your gown and pulled you to your toes. “Jungkook, stop it!”

“What did you do, Salem!!”

“Release me!” You demanded as his hand immediately opened, dropping you and he took two prompt steps backward. As if he had lost his free will for a moment. He shook his head as he looked at his hand then to you.

“What did- did you just control me?” You didn’t answer, only pulled up the sleeve of your gown to show him the same burned on tattooed on your wrist he had on his. He looked at his wrist then to yours. “What?” He was so confused as the turn of events blew right over his head in terms of what was happening. You sighed as you pointed behind him to the spellbook on the altar.

He turned as he looked at the title of the incantation.

“Summoning and Binding of a… Familiar?” His voice shook as he read the title aloud. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He spoke with a breath of disbelief. “I got bound?” He turned around. “To you?” He spoke with wide eyes and a wrinkled forehead from his raised brows. He pushed his hair back, his claws scraping his skin as he remembered he was still partially shifted.

He took a few calming breaths before tucking his wings back into his back and hiding his scales. His teeth shortened and his eyes reverted back to their wide pupils and whites. He cleared his throat as you stood there.

“What just happened was absolute subjugation. I gave you an order unquestionably and you were forced to obey it.” You rolled your sleeve back down to lay against your fingertips. “It’s a power that a Master holds over their Familiar,” you muttered. Jungkook cursed as he looked at his two sides.

One door was to his right, outside it was a small murmur of chatting. The Spellcasters must be outside that door. To his left was another door with the light from outside slipping through the cracks. He clicked his tongue as he stomped over to the outside door and opened it. Seeing the courts behind the school.

“You are not my Master, Y/n,” he spits as he stepped outside and slammed the door shut behind him. Leaving you the Master of a Familiar who never wanted you. Your one true wish crumbling at your feet. All good things, you feared, must always come to an end.

-TBC-

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