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The Magicians - Chapter 2

BTS Fanfic Series

Genre: Fantasy Adventure, Romance (possible smut later), Comedy Rating: PG-13 Warnings: panic attacks Pairing: OT7 x reader, Jungkook x reader Notes: magicians!bts au. Not idol!bts Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: I take zero credit for any of the photos used in these chapters. They are just for visual enhancement for the both of us.

SERIES MASTERLIST

You awoke to a gentle shaking of your left shoulder. Someone was shaking and nudging you. Wait......Someone was touching you!

Survival mode flipping on like a light switch, you immediately started flinging your limbs in an attempt to strike at the intruder who was touching you. Why was someone in your apartment? Sure the lock you had on the door wasn’t very secure but still. Who would want to steal anything from you? You didn’t have any belongings worth swiping.

When you heard a male’s yelp of pain and surprise, you could feel them backing away from the lack of body heat radiating off of them. Finally able to sit up and properly defend yourself with fists raised, you were thrown for another loop when you realized----

Oh-----Oh.......

Guess it wasn’t some crazy dream after all. Your heart sunk as you looked around the new room you found yourself in. It was all coming back to you now. The burning building, the creepy masked figure handing you a ticket, the warning of being careful what you wished for. Then you recalled the seven young men who had knocked you out (with a freaking frying pan) and then tied you to a chair with invisible rope and just----it was all so much.

A soft groan of pain tore you out of your little recollection and it was then that you realized you had been attacking one of the men who had captured you. Jung......oh what was his name again? You’d have to ask him in a minute but for the moment, he didn’t look too good. You watched as he stood there covering his nose and you could tell he was wincing in pain.

“You pack quite a punch, you know.”

“Sorry......I----I thought I was in my apartment and I thought you were trying to harm me or something.”

“It’s okay. I don’t blame you. It’s a lot to take in. Trust me, I’ve been there.”

You smiled sadly in apology at him as he finally removed his hands from his face but still gently tapping on his nose. Looking to you, he asked innocently but with a hint of worry in his tone,

“I’m not bleeding, am I?”

“Nope. Your face is still flawless.”

“You think my face is flawless?”

Great. Way to go, girlfriend. You opened your big mouth before thinking....again. Feeling the heat rush to your face, you let out a cough and tried to shrug off the question by attempting to smooth down your bed head. Knowing you needed to give him some kind of answer, you mumbled shyly in a small voice,

“Well I mean you all have nice faces. For being trapped in this place for so long.”

“I suppose that’s true. How’s your head feeling? Need anymore pain pills?”

He found you quite amusing, really. Of course he could have milked your response for all it was worth and tease you to no end, but he wouldn’t. Just your blushing face alone was enough to satisfy him. It was hard to believe that it had been so many years since the last time he interacted with anyone of the opposite sex. Jungkook had long forgotten what it was like to flirt with women so this little moment was actually quite golden for him. But he would never let you know that.

“Nah. I’m good. But I’m super hungry.”

With a smile, Jungkook nodded and replied casually,

“Dinner should be ready so I can show you the way to the dining hall. It’s not far from here but for a first timer, it might seem like a long trip. Do you want to freshen up in the bathroom first?”

Dang. You hadn’t even thought of that one. Since you didn’t exactly know what time it was, you had no clue how long it had been since you last showered. Not to mention the clothes on your back were the only clothing you now currently owned. You hadn’t exactly packed a bag in preparation to be taking a spontaneous vacation at the Haunted Inn and Suites. Blushing heavily and suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, you nodded and said sheepishly,

“Yeah I think that would be a good idea.....”

What else could you possibly say next? That you didn’t have any toiletries with you? Ask him if you could borrow his? And how did he even get things like that in this place? Was it really that haunted that.....ugh. Nothing made sense. Absolutely nothing. It made your head hurt all over again.

Part of you just wanted to skip all this polite, normalcy nonsense and just go straight to that leader guy and ask him what the hell was going on. But instead you were stuck here feeling like a down right rutter while the man in front of you.....well.....he looked gorgeous.

Every strand of hair was tucked perfectly into place. His outfit was quite flashy, really. The jacket he wore alone looked like it could have been made of blood colored diamonds. And the zebra printed shirt was a nice choice. Those pants.....wow. It was all you could do not to linger on them; more specifically his thighs. Wow. He had thighs like tree trunks. He looked perfect. And you? Well......you didn’t.

Sensing your torn emotions as they practically radiated off of you, Jungkook tried to offer a warm and reassuring smile as he took his hands out of his jacket pockets. With a nudge of his head towards the bathroom, he said casually,

“I’ll take a look in here to see if maybe the place left anything that might work for you. I highly doubt you want to use my stuff. But if worse comes to worse, it won’t be a problem for you to borrow my shampoo and such. I’ll be right back.”

“O--Okay. Thanks.....”

Of course he knew the building wouldn’t have anything for you. So he’d have to work a little magic......literally. Once in the bathroom, he looked over his shoulder to make sure you hadn’t followed him out of innocent curiosity. Once he confirmed the coast was clear, he turned back to the bathroom counter and took a moment to stare at himself in the huge vanity mirror. Perhaps he was a little overdressed for a simple dinner but with a female in their presence, he felt the need to look a little more.....presentable.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused. With his hands out in front of him and palms facing the counter, he imagined what kind of products a young woman such as yourself might use in this day and age. Had anything really changed about the outside world since they had been locked up in this godforsaken place?

By the time he opened his eyes, there were several bottles in front of him. One bottled of shampoo, another for conditioner. Then there was the bottle of body wash. A bottle of body lotion in case you moisturized after a shower. Jungkook prided himself on everything he had managed to think of. If it wasn’t for him having at least one sister to grow up with, he’d have been screwed for sure. Clearing his throat, he took things a step further and asked casually in curiosity,

“Say----what’s your favorite scent for body wash?”

Well that question took you by surprise. Sitting there on the bed looking completely confused but knowing he couldn’t see that, you felt your eyebrow raise in curiosity before replying a bit hesitantly,

“Well......the kind I have at home is honey vanilla. It’s.....it’s cheap but I like it.”

Stupid. Why did you feel the need to tell him it was cheap? All he asked for was your favorite scent. Not details on your poor financial status. Blushing and hoping with all your might that he didn’t come out, it would seem the gods were not on your side (were they ever???) and you watched as the young man came out of the bathroom with a pleasant smile on his face and holding up a bottle of something in each hand.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day. I found a bottle of body wash and a bottle of body lotion and they’re the same scent. Must have been part of a collection line or something. Pretty lucky, huh?”

“Ye-Yeah. Pretty lucky.”

Truth be told, he had used a little extra magic to make that happen. Originally he had made everything strawberry scented but that was just because he remembered it being his sister’s favorite scent when she was younger. But as soon as he found out what your own personal favorite was, suddenly everything became centered around those fragrances. He could tell you were a bit flustered which he expected. The two of you were still strangers and he was sure all of this was pretty surreal for you.

“Well I’ll give you some privacy. Take your time. I was able to find everything you should need to feel human again. There’s a towel and wash cloth sitting on the toilet seat next to the shower stall. But just shout if you need anything and I’ll see what I can do.”

“Th--Thanks.....um.......I’m sorry. I forgot your name already.”

“It’s okay. My name is Jungkook.”

The blush on your face was starting to feel permanent as you flashed the male a sheepish smile. With a nod and another soft thanks, you climbed out of bed and shuffled uncertainly into the bathroom. Considering what the rest of the building had looked like from the inside, you were shocked to see this bathroom in such great shape. Granted you could tell it had been abandoned for quite some time, but it was still in pretty good condition. Perhaps Jungkook tried to fix it up or something over time.

As you stood under the glorious hot water, your mind was full of....well.....stuff. Mostly questions. So many questions. What was this place? Who were these boys? What were all of you doing here? How did this even happen? Why did this even happen? Why you? And that creepy masked guy. His mask still flashes in your mind’s eyes and just like that, all of these questions started to build and so did the emotions as they bubbled up in your chest. The first sob that left you was soft and hushed.

Jungkook stood outside the bathroom door the second you had shut it. Despite the water of the shower running, he could still hear your soft, quiet sobbing. Of course you’d be crying. He did the same thing when he first found himself stuck here. Crying in the privacy of this stupid room. The real question was......why did it bother him so much? Was it because he just had that much compassion for other humans? Surly it wasn’t because of anything else. You were a complete stranger to him after all.

His heart ached to help you with your emotional pain nonetheless. Maybe because he could relate so well. Lightly shaking his head to clear it, he noticed the lack of running water coming from the other side of the door and quickly stepped away before he could get caught listening in on you. He already felt like he had invaded on your privacy by listening to you cry your heart out in the shower.

So he settled for sitting in the lounge and watching the fire crackle and pop within the fireplace gate. He really did have the best room out of the seven members of Bangtan. But he could never explain why the building liked him so much more than the others. It was something that irritated him to no end. Despite there being perks to being the baby of the group, this seemingly special treatment he was getting from the building just rubbed him the wrong way.

“J--Jungkook.”

He was snapped out of his thoughts by your small, timid voice coming from the bathroom doorway. His head whipping over in that general direction, he could see you now standing a few steps away from him; probably about halfway between the bathroom and himself at the lounge. He noticed you were wearing the same clothing you had been discovered in. Wait........oops.

“Oh gosh. I’m so sorry. I never even thought to see if we had any fresh clothes for you. Here. Let me go see if----”

“Ani ani. I’m okay. These are fine. Really.”

“Nope. Too late. I’m already up.”

“Jung----”

“Nope.”

“Koo---”

“Ah---”

When you realized he wasn’t even going to let you get a single syllable out, you huffed in annoyance while he beamed in victory. Plopping yourself down into an empty armchair, you waited like a pouting child with your arms crossed as he rummaged around in another room. If it wasn’t a spare bedroom then it was hard to tell what was in there. Apparently there had to be something that held clothing because you could hear drawers being opened and closed.

“Ah ha! Found something!”

Looking up from the fireplace with a pout still firmly in place, you see the male holding up a fresh folded set of clothing. Not that you knew this, but he had actually just conjured them while ‘rummaging’ around and ‘looking’ for them. Still sporting that bunny smile of victory, he handed you the clothing and gently shooed you back into the bathroom where you swallowed your pride and changed into them.

You felt quite.....out of place? Surprisingly enough, Jungkook had managed to find you some clothing that were actually female’s clothing. But the thing was.....they weren’t really your style. For so long you had just worn the cheapest clothing you could find but these threads......well......they were definitely out of your budget range.

Faded skinny jeans that hugged what thigh meat you had, a deep cut white tank top that tapered down in four corners, and to finish off the ensemble was a leather moto jacket that fit you as if it was made for you. The shampoo and conditioner that he found for you in the bathroom had really improved the health of your hair. Well....it didn’t look as straw textured as before. You had honestly never used conditioner in your life......you just felt like it was something you didn’t need to spend any spare money on.

“You okay in there? Does something not fit?”

“Oh!----No no! I’m okay.”

Feeling ridiculous for making him wait, you opened the door to the bathroom carefully and stepped back out into the general area of the room. A blush started to blossom on your face as you watched him look you up and down. The shirt was deep cut but since you didn’t really have much meat on your bones....and you had never really been.....well endowed, the deep cut was pointless to show off any cleavage. Not to mention you also bought the cheapest bras you could find so that didn’t help you any.

“You look much better. Feeling better?”

“Kind of? I’ve......I’ve never really worn clothing like this before. But the shower was very nice and it even helped clear my head up a bit.”

His heart felt heavy because he knew darn well you were just putting on a brave face for him. Putting up those sturdy walls of yours. If he hadn’t heard your hushed sobbing in the shower earlier, he would have probably believed you. But he knew better. Smiling all the same, he nodded and nudged his head towards the door of his room and said casually,

“How about we get you some food now, huh?”

“Yes. I’d like that, very much.”

The walk to the dining hall did seem rather long but you were sure it was for the exact same reason Jungkook mentioned earlier. Simply put; because it was all new to you. The place was still creepy as hell but you didn’t feel quite as afraid with a warm body next to you. Despite Jungkook being a complete stranger, he had been nothing but kind to you from the moment you guys locked eyes with each other.

Eventually the two of you came up to a set of double doors. On the other side, you could hear plenty of voices and it sounded pretty chaotic in there. You were pretty sure you heard names being tossed around and mild threats of starvation and....yeah. It sounded pretty crazy in there.

“Look.....I know you have a lot of questions but.......try to enjoy your first meal here. Don’t make the same mistake we did. This place is hell but.....we’ve made the most of it. And we’ll help you. I know that’s probably a lot thrown at you but......just trust me. If you trust no one else, you can trust me.”

The male’s voice had broken you away from the mess on the other side of the double doors and you found yourself staring up at a sheepishly smiling Jungkook. He was actually quite cute when he was all bashful like that. But then again, you thought he was cute the second you noticed him. But you couldn’t think about cute boys right now. You had to get out of here. You had to get home.

‘Sorry, Kook. But this girl flies solo.’

“Yah!! V! I swear to god if you break one more plate I’m banning you from the kitchen!”

“It slipped out of my hand! Honest!”

“I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve been honest in your life, V.”

“Stuff it, Hobi hyung! You’re not helping!”

“Guys, guys. Can we all get along??? There’s a cute girl here now. I want to impress her and you’re cramping my style and ruining our image!”

“Poor Chim Chim. The dry spell has hit him hard now that a girl’s in the vicinity.”

You felt yourself blushing and you glanced over to see Jungkook awkwardly scratching and rubbing at the back of his head and neck; cheeks turning a brighter and brighter shade of pink with every passing second. Upon opening the doors, you two walked in on quite the sight.

Jhope had V in a sloppy headlock while Jimin was trying to clean up broken shards of what you guessed was the poor plate V had in his hands only moments ago. Meanwhile, Jin was bustling around with the help of Suga as bowls and dishes of all kinds of food were being placed on one of the huge, long tables. It really was a dining hall. When yours and Jungkook’s presence had been made aware, everything else went to crap.

“Princess! You look great!”

There was a soft ‘oof!’ as Jhope suddenly let go of V’s head; causing the male to fall to the ground in a heap. While Jhope and Jimin both rushed over to greet you, you could see over their shoulders an embarrassed looking RM coming over to help pick V up off the floor along with picking up the remaining pieces of plate that Jimin had left abandoned for someone to step on.

“Wow. Jungkookie you cleaned her up good! Nice choice in clothing! I approve.”

You continued to blush as Jhope gushed over how nice you looked. Meanwhile, Jungkook was looking more and more uncomfortable by the second. Thankfully the two of you were put out of your misery (or at least Kook was) as Jhope took your one arm and Jimin took your other and they announced happily,

“You’re sitting with us!”

Oh boy.

“Alright, everyone! Take your seats and let’s eat. I refuse to let this food get cold.”

There was a male chorus of, “Yes, Jin umma.”

After having no choice but to sit between Jhope and Jimin, you watched as the seven boys started grabbing for dishes left and right on the table. Suga and RM were a lot more civilized about it while V and Jungkook acted like they hadn’t ate anything in three weeks. You were pretty sure you heard Jin mumbling something about ‘savages’.

Meanwhile, the boys on either side of you were helping by offering suggestions on what to eat and what tasted the best. Honestly, it all looked good. However.....with all the questions filling your head to the brim, it was hard to think about eating. And that was when Jungkook’s words from earlier rang in your head. Trying to take his word for it, you started to pile your plate with what looked good and even took some of the boys’ suggestions to heart and plated some of that too.

It was then that RM spoke in his leader-like tone of voice. Everyone knew to be quite while they ate.

“Okay. First off, thank you Jin hyung for another amazing dinner. It’s always appreciated. We appreciate everything you do for Bangtan. We wouldn’t be complete without you.”

“I know.”

Jungkook nearly choked on his food and V almost spat out his drink when everyone watched Jin give a cheeky smile and a casual shrug of his shoulders; clearly very proud of himself and everything he did. RM smiled and rolled his eyes playfully before saying,

“Your modesty sways me, hyung. Anyhow.....”

Okay. This was it. Here it comes. You were finally going to get some answers and get the heck out of here.....

“To address the elephants in the room, we’ll start by letting our new guest over here ask her questions as I’m sure she’s dying to get some answers.”

“Yeah, cutie. Ask away! The floor is yours!”

You felt the heat coming back to your face as Jimin had called you cute. You glanced over to see him smiling widely that it was almost blinding. Honestly, it was kind of cute how his eyes got lost in his smile. Looking around the table, it was a little unsettling at how many eyes were on you. All seven pairs looking at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, you shifted in your seat a bit and tried to figure out where the hell you wanted to start.

“What is this place? Do we know anything about it? Why is it here? Tell me what you guys know about this place.”

“Ooouuu. Demanding. I like it---ouch!”

You watched V rubbing his side from where Suga had quite swiftly jabbed him to be silent. Or perhaps it was to be more mature? In your opinion, it had to be both. Meanwhile, the boys all glanced at each other as if having a quick, silent conversation of their own.

Truth be told, while you had been sleeping off your headache (no thanks to V), the boys had all gathered down in the very same dining hall to discuss what all they wanted to share with you. And now was the moment of truth.....or lack there of. It had been a tough decision to make and since RM was their leader and best with words, he was nominated to be the one to answer your questions.

“We have been stuck here for several years but despite the time spent cooped up in this place, we still know very little about it.”

It wasn’t an entire lie. They had indeed spent a lot of time here and they still knew little about it, but from what they did know.....well......RM had to be careful with what he specifically told you. Just in case you really were a threat to them. He had to keep his pack of brothers safe.

“It would appear the building’s origins are still unknown. The biggest discovery we’ve made is that.....well......The building seems to have a mind of its own. As crazy as that may sound.”

“What do you mean by ‘mind of its own?’“

Knowing full well you would ask that question next, RM was prepared to answer but, again, he had to be careful.

“When we first got here, we had no idea where to start searching for an exit. So we decided to split up and try to find any door we could that might get us out of here. In our search we found......what would become our bedrooms.”

The leader gave you a minute to process what he had just said before continuing,

“The next thing we knew, we were finding closets full of clothing. Brand new too. We found toiletries in the bathrooms that didn’t have a speck of dust or mildew on them. Then we eventually found the kitchen. And sure enough, the cabinets were stuffed with food and dinnerware alike. The refrigerator was completely stocked. Nothing with expired dates either. It was crazy to process.”

You couldn’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like for them. Or maybe you could? Speaking of them, the seven boys had since then started eating but this time more somberly. Jungkook and V had settled down a lot now that their leader was speaking. RM seemed to hold a lot more authority than you originally gave him credit for.

“It was as if the building knew our every need. Except our need to get home. Back to our homes where our family and loved ones are. Our entire world was outside of these walls and there was no way to get to them. To let our loved ones know we were okay. That we weren’t dead.”

That was something you couldn’t really relate to. The only person that might come close to missing you would be your boss who owned the diner you worked at. You didn’t really have any family left who would care what happened and aside from your fellow night shift coworker, you really didn’t have anyone. But seeing the look on RM’s face......you could tell the desperation to return home was still very much there.

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

“Good to know.........So who was the creepy masked guy who handed me the ticket? You guys looked almost just like him when I woke.......Wait!”

It all came rushing back to you as you once again recalled what had happened to you within the last 24 hours. The creepy masked ticket booth guy----And then them. The seven boys you were sitting here eating dinner so casually with. They were weirdos too!

Survival mode kicking in once again, you cursed yourself for letting your walls down and immediately picked up the steak knife that had been perched next to your dinner plate. Flying back out of your seat, you stood there brandishing the blade in front of you as you tried to put as much distance between them and yourself as possible. They all looked back at you with mixed expressions.

Suga looked the least bit bothered but he did seem a bit more alert than before. Jin looked concerned but tried to school his features. Jimin and Jhope were looking extremely worried for you while V was just in shock at your sudden outburst. RM remained pretty calm too; having expected something like this to come up. And then there was Jungkook. He should have known better than to think you’d trust him like he told you to. They were all complete strangers to you. But he had hoped you would believe him at least a little bit.

“You’re just like the ticket booth freak! He handed me a ticket and then you guys knocked me out! You’re working with him! Tell me! What is it you want from me?! And you!”

You pointed the knife at Jimin with wild eyes as you started to panic; your chest heaving and the room trying to spin a bit. The knife shook in your hand but you couldn’t help it. You needed answers. Things were happening that weren’t logical. They weren’t realistic at all and it was messing with your rationale. Everything you thought you knew was being put into question and that freaked you the hell out.

“What was with that crazy umbrella? And when I was tied to the chair----where were the ropes?!?! What’s going on here!?! What are you people!?!?

Jimin stared at you with sad eyes full of apology. Oh how he wanted to explain everything to you but he often spoke with his heart and let his emotions do the talking which was why he willingly offered to keep silent during this little questions and answers session. But the male’s silence only angered you as you shouted hoarsely,

“Answer me!”

You had no idea tears were starting to stream down your face. Everything was falling apart. You were tired, hungry, and nearly sick. It didn’t help that you had to ration your food on a meal to meal basis just to have enough money to make it day by day. You weren’t anorexic, but you also didn’t have a whole lot of meat on you either. It was just part of being poor. But having went for so long and not eating anything, well......it was definitely not doing you any favors. You always tended to cry at the drop of a hat when you hadn’t eaten in a long while.

You heard someone calling your name softly and the next thing you knew, Jungkook was standing in front of you. He looked calm but sad. You couldn’t see it, but the other six men appeared to tense up as their baby of the group approached you. You were like a wild animal but all Jungkook saw was a scared puppy who had been abandoned by the world and had to fend for themselves for far too long.

“Give me the knife.....please.”

“No! You stay the hell away from me, you creep!”

“Please calm down. Please.....You can trust me. I promise. Remem----”

“No! I will not calm down! You people aren’t human! What do you want?! To pick my human brain or something?!”

Jungkook called your name again just as softly and soothingly as before as he took a step forward and watched you take a step back. He hated that he was literally backing you into a wall but you didn’t really give him much choice. The knife was ten times more dangerous with the way it was shaking in your hand. He knew you were becoming weaker and weaker; he could sense it in your aura. It was a gift of his. A gift of many.

“Please. I will answer all your questions but please.....give me the knife. I promise none of us want to hurt you. I promise. You can trust me. Remember last night? I shared some of my deepest and darkest thoughts to you. It was because I trusted you.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He did indeed share things with you but he was selective with what he shared. Things from his journal that he had already shared with the others. But still, he hoped it would be enough of a little white lie to get you to calm down. You were shaking so violently and he knew he needed to get some kind of nutrients in your system or you’d really fall ill.

“But you all----”

“Forget about them. They aren’t here. It’s just you and me. Just focus on me. You can trust me. I need you to breathe for me.”

He hated sounding like a broken record but he felt that if he would say it enough times, that you might actually believe him and just....trust him. He really couldn’t blame you for your doubts but he just really needed you to believe him. Meanwhile, the boys took the hint and Jin started giving out soft orders for the others to clean up while he went and made you something far more suited for your current state of health. Comfort food.

Suga went into the kitchen to help Jin with your new, revised dinner menu while V, RM, and Jhope started cleaning up the dinner plates and half empty bowls of side dishes. Although Jhope kept glancing at you worriedly with saddened eyes; clearly feeling guilty for having upset you so much. But did any of them expect this to go well? Not really.

However, Jimin was begging for punishment as he slowly and carefully made his way toward the two of you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the blonde male approaching and you started to whimper and tried to point your shaking knife towards his way. But you felt a gentle hand grip your wrist and swiftly take the dinner blade from your hand. It had to have been Jungkook for suddenly the knife was handed to the older blonde. It was then that Jimin spoke in his warm, gentle tone,

“Cutie. I’m so very sorry for scaring you. I promise that my umbrella isn’t going to hurt you. In fact, I’ll show you some really cool things it can do later, okay? Just listen to Jungkookie and relax. He’s right. You can trust him.”

Your walls were crumbling and the two boys knew it. Even if Jungkook knew your walls better than Jimin did. The youngest locked eyes with you once more and he could see your resolve fading away. The whimpers falling past your quivering lips increasing in volume and your body shaking. He could see you trying to hold on but it made his heart heavy. Holding you up with one arm, he reached out his free hand and cupped your cheek while using his thumb to try and swipe away tears.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. You can let go. I’ve got you.”

It was strange how you knew exactly what he was talking about. Were you really that much of an open book? Or were your walls just that poorly constructed? Either way, his words rung in your head and the next thing you knew, your body was falling and your world was fading to black. Jimin’s voice sounding like it was miles away as he asked Jungkook what was wrong with you.

You can let go.....I’ve got you.....

When you woke up, the first thing that registered was how you were a bit sore. Your head sported a dull ache and your muscles felt bruised. As you opened your eyes a bit wider, you recognized the room to be Jungkook’s. The curtains were all pulled in as they were before to keep the room dark and the fire was crackling over in the corner. That was where Jungkook himself was perched as he seemed to be quite entranced with the flames.

What the heck happened?

There was dinner......Which you had no recollection eating. Your stomach confirmed that much for you as it felt like it was trying to eat itself with the hunger pains you were experiencing. But what happened at the dinner table? You laid there trying to remember. Something major had to have happened otherwise you wouldn’t feel this crappy.

“How are you feeling?”

The soft spoken question made you jerk into high alert on the bed as you refocused your eyes onto the male who had since stood up and was slowly and carefully approaching you. It was then that you noticed he had changed into pajamas. Pretty simple ones; just a baby blue plaid set. It looked good on him. But then again.....he seemed like the type of guy where anything looked good on him. Lucky.

“I um........What happened?”

Seeing that scared puppy look in your eyes, he decided it was best to make you think you had the upper hand and had the control of the situation by crouching down at the side of the bed. This way you’d be looking down at him rather than up and feeling towered over. Which actually......that kind of made you more like a cat. He had read where cats like to feel in control by perching on higher ground so that they can observe and be in control of what’s going on around them.

Not to mention you got quite defensive like a cat. And.....you seemed like a loner. Perhaps you were part cat and you didn’t even realize it?

“You had a panic attack during dinner. It......It was a lot for you to take in, honestly. We should have approached the whole questions and answers thing a little bit better. I can see why Namjoon hyung approached things the way he did but.....well......you’re quite the unpredictable one.”

You stared at him while turning to lay on your side so that you could face him fully. He smiled that cute, sheepish smile he wore whenever he was growing nervous. When had you noticed that? Oh well. Back to the information he had given you. You had a panic attack? Had you ever had one of those? You couldn’t ever recall having one. Hearing a soft sigh along with the calling of your name, you refocused.

“Do you believe in magic?”

Well that was a strangely random and cliche question. What was this? Some kind of movie scene they were reenacting? Giving him a look that said as much, you felt your eyebrows furrowing together in confusion and your head shifted a bit on the pillow as you tried to figure out how to answer such a question.

“Um......no? Magic doesn’t exist. That’s just......well.....made up. It’s not real. There’s no amount of science that proves it to be real. Even those goofy, corny magicians admit that their tricks are all made up of carefully crafted illusions. So I guess to answer your question, no. I don’t believe in magic.”

The irony of your response was heavy and it was all Jungkook could do not to bust out laughing from it. And yet, he couldn’t say you were entirely wrong. It was true, there were a lot of phonies out there who tried to call themselves magicians when really all they were was a bunch of....well.....frauds. Phonies. Frauds. It all meant the same thing. They weren’t real magicians. Not like Bangtan.

“What if.......What if I could prove it to you?”

“What? That.......That magic is real?”

You gave him a look and it clearly screamed that you were questioning his sanity. Perhaps being cooped up in this creepy, haunted building for so long was-----

Haunted.........Haunted........

“So that’s really all we know about this place. Basically that it’s got a mind of it’s own. I suppose you could say it’s haunted? However you want to look at it.”

And just like a floodgate being opened, everything came back to you. The dinner table. The questions and answers session. Then----the knife----your heaving chest----the fear that had coursed through you. You could hear your name being called and it snapped you out of your little trip down memory lane.

“You remember, don’t you? You remember everything. If you would just relax, I can explain.”

“Explain? Explain??? Jungkook, don’t you dare try to tell me magic is real. Because it isn’t.”

“Then explain Jimin hyung’s umbrella. Tell me. What’s the science behind his umbrella.”

He didn’t want to have to do things this way but Jeon Jungkook had never backed down from a challenge in his life. The gloves were officially off and he was ready to prove you wrong. Lady or not. And so standing up, he flung his arm out and pointed his open hand to the lounge area.

With wide eyes, you watched as an armchair came floating towards the two of you; gravitating towards the male’s hand. He moved his open hand gently towards the floor and the chair went with it as it suddenly came to a soft thud at the side of the bed. Taking a seat and swinging one leg over the other with his arms resting comfortable on the arms of the chair, you watched him poke his tongue into the inside of his cheek; looking absolutely cocky.

“I’ll let you explain the science behind that one after you’ve explained the umbrella.”

Okay you had to admit, that was pretty cool. And really hot. However, your mind easily generated a cookie cutter response as you sat up in defiance and folded your arms.

“Wires.”

“Wrong. But feel free to check the room for them later. Now back to the umbrella.”

“Mechanical. It’s obviously a piece of technology disguised as an umbrella.”

“Clever response but still wrong. Try again.”

“Trick mirrors.”

“Wrong again.”

“Ugh! Jungkook! There is no such thing as magic! This place has caused you to go insane! Don’t you see that?!?!”

You were running out of rational explanations but you refused to back down. You knew darn well that magic wasn’t real. It just wasn’t. Simple as that. A known fact of life, even. But the male next to you sitting in the chair refused to back down either. After inhaling and breathing deeply out his nose, causing his nostrils to flare a little, he patted the arms of the chair once before sitting up straight and holding his right hand out to you.

Confused, you weren’t sure what he was doing so instincts lead you to reach out with your hand to grab his but he stopped you with his free hand. After making a sound to stop you as well, he simply said,

“Just watch.”

With a huff of annoyance, you did as you were told and watched his hand. This was pointless. What was he even trying to prove by doing all of this? However, you tried to pay genuine interest in what he was doing all the same. And as the two of you sat there in his bedroom, you watched as a small flame suddenly burst from his open palm.

A gasp left you breathless. The flame was small but it burned bright and strong. The flames licked at the male’s skin but it never burned or blemished the flesh.

“See this? See how closely huddled up we are watching this flame. Do you really think I have some kind of trick mirror wedged between us somewhere or perhaps wires hanging above our heads? And I can promise you, my arm is not mechanical or robotic. I’ll even break a bone if it means you believing me.”

You stared at his hand with a loss for words. Lips parted with a rational response that you were never going to find. Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as your narrow human mind tried to logic it all out. But there was nothing to figure out. Nothing to explain. You couldn’t understand it. But maybe you weren’t meant to. Perhaps you were meant to just.....accept it for what it was. Magic.

Jungkook watched as those walls crumbled once again. Your eyes went from that guarded, hollow look, to something bright and alive like a child’s. In fact, you were leaning in and inspecting the flames closer much like a curious child. And yet again, another feline-like trait. Such a curious cat you were.

Having no idea what you were doing or what you were thinking, you felt yourself take an inhale of air and tried to blow out the flame in his hand. And just as you expected, the flame went out. His palm was flawless as always. No damage had been done while the flame sat there. This was when the male decided to mess with you a little; his bunny smile unbeknownst to you.

The flame suddenly popped up again. Burning just as brightly as it did before. Staring at his hand in confusion, you leaned back in again and tried to blow the flame out once more. And just like last time, the burning bundle of energy died out. Just as you were about to lean back again, the fire came back to life in his hand. You repeated this same scenario at least two more times before the male’s laughter started to fill the room; followed by your whine of frustration.

“Koooook!! Stop it!”

“Oh my god! Are we really sitting here doing this?! You should see yourself right now!! You’re hilarious!”

You sported the ultimate pout while watching him fall back into the armchair while clutching his stomach with both of his now free hands. Haha. Yes die of laughter. You thought to yourself as you watched him slowly recover. Taking deep breaths and wiping fake tears away from the corners of his eyes, he sat up straighter in the chair and flashed you a bright bunny smile.

“Now that you believe me, how about we get you some dinner. Jin hyung made you some soup and the bread is still really fresh.”

“Who says I believe you?”

He had started to physically lift the chair to carry it back to the lounge when he suddenly stopped and turned to look at you. His one eyebrow rising in challenge and dang......you could feel your cheeks heating up. That stare. Why did he have to look like such a freaking sex god or something??? With a shrug, he responded casually,

“I guess you don’t have to believe me. Just don’t be surprised when you see the guys and myself using magic in front of you. Now eat.”

By this time, he had put the armchair back and was carrying over a tray with a bowl of still steaming soup and a loaf of bread that had been perfectly sliced. You could spot a small dish of butter on the side along with a spoon and butter knife for silverware. A perfectly steam-pressed cloth napkin was the bed for said silverware. Dang. This was hotel style service.

The tray had legs so that it could be placed over your lap but high enough that you could eat comfortably. So there you sat with your pillows propped up against the headboard and a lap full of food with a glass of orange juice. Just the smell made your stomach growl in anger. Feeling a set of eyes on you, you began to lift a slice of bread and used your other hand to pick up the butter knife. But as you tried to get butter on the knife and then transport the butter onto the slice of bread, you noticed how horrible your hands were shaking.

How embarrassing. It was probably from your low blood sugar which you often fought with. But you supposed that’s what happens when you try to make meals last longer than they should. Feeling those same set of eyes on you, you huffed and said in annoyance,

“Please don’t stare.”

“Sorry. I just......do you want help?”

“No thank you. I appreciate the offer but.....I can do this myself.”

Jungkook bit back a sigh. And there went the walls again. Reconstructed and stronger than ever. But he honored your wishes and turned away to give you your privacy while you attempted to eat. How was it that you could make his heart feel light as a feather one moment, but then make it feel like lead the next? Why wouldn’t you let him in? Let him help you? He had a feeling he knew why, but.......It didn’t make him feel any better.

While you were determined to eat on your own, the male kept himself busy by bustling around his bedroom. Now that things had settled down and the mood had turned somber, he had went into that same mystery room as before and came back with a fresh set of pajamas for yourself. Why he didn’t just conjure them up in front of you was a mystery even to himself.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet and even a little subdued. You knew you shouldn’t have snapped at him. He was just trying to help. That’s all he had ever done from the moment you met him. But.....you just couldn’t bring yourself to let him in. You were too full of pride and to be quite honest......being on your own was....well......it was all you’ve really ever remembered. You were pretty sure you had shooed him away out of cowardice. You were scared. Scared to let someone in because......what if you got hurt?

After you had finally managed to eat all the soup and at least half the loaf of bread, you were forced to drink at least half the glass of orange juice before you were even allowed to look at the soft, pink pajama set waiting for you and practically calling for you at the foot of the bed. After picking them up, you went to the bathroom to change and use the toilet one last time before bed.

Now came the fun part. After having another stare down with the two of you crossing your arms in stubbornness and refusing to back down, it was decided that you’d share the bed. The reasoning being that the couch would be uncomfortable and the bed was plenty large enough to still keep distance between you both.

“Are you cold? I can warm things up.”

“Jungkook......try anything and I will magically kick you out of this bed.”

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The Wanderers

Part Two of The Experiments Universe

Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller, experiment au

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Jongin

Summary: After escaping the hell that was EXO Applied Sciences, Jongin was lost. While some of his brothers were able to settle down, he was restless. And his powers were still growing. Never staying in place too long, Jongin and a few others have been watching their backs, knowing that there were people still out there, wanting to take them back. Someone is closing in and you, an innocent, are sucked into the world you never asked to be apart of….

Warning: none

Part: Prologue I 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I 15 I 16 I 17 I 18 I Final

Jongin didn’t relax until the bus actually started moving and had left the city limits. Tao sat next to him on the luxury liner, fiddling with something in his hands. A sigh of relief escaped from Jongin’s lungs. They’d made it out, unharmed and avoiding capture. And this just proved that he was right, that EXO hadn’t given up on them.

Buses were the safest way to travel for them; minimal information needed and at any given stop they could get off, hop on another bus, and go in a completely different direction. They had waited all night at the station to get on this ride to freedom. Jongin’s muscles were stiffening up, but he didn’t care, they’d made it out.

Not everyone was as happy with the swiftness of the escape, however.

“You could have let us say goodbye to (y/n), at least,” Jongdae grumbled, finally voicing his opinion on the matter from across the aisle.

Baekhyun echoed his sentiments. “We still had her baking dish. And yet you,” he poked Jongin in the shoulder from behind through the space in the seats, “wouldn’t let us drop it off at the bar.”

By an impressive show of self-control, Jongin slumped down in his seat, pressing his forehead against the window. The vibrations from the moving bus caused his head to jostle, but he labored through it.

“Why did you even go to her rescue?” Tao murmured, not looking at the person beside him.

Jongin shrugged, keeping his eyes out on the fields passing by. “I don’t know. Involuntary reflex?”

Poking his head through the upside down triangle space, his cheek leaning against the side of the seat, Baekhyun pouted his bottom lip. “I’m going to miss her. I mean, I know we didn’t know her that well, but she was warm. It was nice to be around that again.”

Jongin scoffed. Sitting up, he turned to look at the man like he was insane. “Warm? We didn’t even know her! She could have been apart of EXO for all we know. She could have known exactly who we were and been the reason they found us in the first place! You’d think after years of torture you’d learn not to trust people so easily.”

Scowling, Baekhyun huffed back into his seat. Under his breath, he grumbled, “Just because she chose Junmyeon, now you think every girl is a traitor or going to turn against you.”

Tao's eye widened in surprise. “Who chose Junmyeon? What girl?”

Controlling his temper was becoming nearly impossible. Jongin jumped up, shuffled past Tao and hurried to the bathroom in the back. Once the door was closed, he banged his fist against the counter, calming down as the tingling feeling from the impact run up his arm. With his back against the door, he slid down to the ground, the tiny, claustrophobic space forcing his knees to be mere centimeters from his face.

Why couldn’t they just leave him alone? Why did they have to keep bringing her up? Didn’t they know that all he wanted was to forget?

If he could have one wish, it would be to completely erase those years in the cage, the years of being poked and shocked and treated like an animal. To have grown up in a world where he simply went to school and was an average person with average abilities. Maybe if he’d been that normal, every day person, he would have been more open to someone like you. He wouldn’t have this hostile nature towards anyone who showed him any bit of kindness. But pasts leave their marks. The last time he’d let someone in, it’d blown up in his face.

He kicked out his foot, hitting the base of the toilet and rattling room. A gentle knock echoed off the door.

“Jongin, are you okay?”

Kyungsoo.

Sighing, Jongin pushed himself up to his feet and opened the door. His shorter friend looked up at him with concerned eyes.

“I’m fine,” Jongin lied.

The tension in Kyungsoo’s gaze told Jongin that he didn’t believe it at all. Then again, he never did believe Jongin when he said he was fine, even in those rare moments he actually was.

“Baekhyun told Tao everything,” Kyungsoo warned him as he stepped out into the aisle. They stayed in the back of the bus, still giving Jongin time to cool off. “About how we escaped and the house in the woods and… you know.”

Before Jongin could reply, the bus screeched to a sudden halt. They ran to the others, in search for answers.

“What’s going on?” Jongin huffed.

Tao shrugged while the others looked around. None of the passengers seemed to understand the situation as they all stood up from their seats, They crowded around the windows, trying to find what made the bus stop moving.

With a hiss, the main door opened and multiple men in black armor boarded the bus.

“So much for escaping on time,” Chanyeol whispered.

The seven hybrids grouped together, ready for the fight to come.

Your head hurt when you came to. Bright lights above stung at your eyes as they struggled to adjust to your new surroundings. Slowly, you sat up, the muscles in your back tight and knotted. The mattress below you was lumpy and thin. The walls were a fresh white, intensifying the artificial light. To your left, there was a giant mirror, reflecting your rough image back to you. Slipping off the bed, you walked up to the glass, knocking your fist against it.

“Hello?” you called out.

The last thing you remembered was being chased down by Detective Kim, who was obviously not a part of your town’s police department. He said he was looking for Kai and the others. What was going on? What had you been dragged into?

“Hello!”

A panel in the wall with the dimensions of a door next to the mirror slide away, revealing another room behind the glass. A women with black hair streaked with gray pulled up into a tight, perfect bun, wearing a pristine lab coat over her regular clothes stepped into your current quarters. Behind her, Detective Kim, who now wore black, military-like gear and a smirk on his thin lips. Another person in similar clothing completed the trio, but their face was covered by a blacked out helmet.

“Hello, (y/n),” the woman greeted in a soothing voice.

“Where am I?” you questioned. She already knew your name, probably thanks to Detective Kim. You didn’t really care who she was; you just wanted to go home.

She answered your question easily. “You’re in one of the man research facilities for EXO Applied Sciences.”

EXO? You’d heard of the company, if only through snippets here and there. They were supposed to be a research company, mostly for diseases and cures from what you’d read. Their main headquarters had blown up thanks to a gas leak a little over six months ago. The news all over the country had had a field day, talking about unsafe practices and negligent employees.

Shaking your head, you tried to remain calm. What did a research facility want with you?

“Why am I here?” you asked out loud.

The small smile that had been on her face slipped away. Her eyes briefly flickered to Detective Kim.

“We received word that you were in contact with the subjects that we’re seeking.”

“Subjects?” you echoed, confused about who she was referring to.

She ignored you. “Sergeant Kim here was supposed to keep an eye on you to see if you could help us track down the subjects since they disappeared. However, he jumped the gun and brought you in too early. We’ve already found their escape route and will be sending a team to fetch them immediately. Thankfully, they’re close by without even knowing it.”

Wait. Was she talking about Kai and the others? What did she want with them? Why was she calling them “subjects”? The gears in your head were turning, trying to get some sort of answer, but you weren’t sure you wanted to find out.

“Since you are here,” she continued, “we’ll hold onto you for now. Perhaps you’ll be helpful in keeping them in line this time around. They can be very stubborn, but from what Sergeant Kim here was able to find out, they’ve become attached to you in a very short time.” She shook her head. “Those boys and a female. I’ll never understand.”

She turned to leave, but before disappearing from the room, she threw over her shoulder, “My name is Dr. Wang, by the way. You should probably know that as we will be seeing a lot of each other now.”

Sergeant Kim smiled at you sickly before following the doctor out. The one in the helmet remained for a few seconds longer. Their gaze seemed to be trained on you, causing you shrink back in uneasiness. Without a sound, they marched out of the room, the panel sliding shut until it was invisible again.

Kai was in danger - probably had been ever since you met him - and now you were too. What did she mean that they would use you to keep the boys in line?

Your head was spinning from all you’d just learned and what you still didn’t know. And now they were going after Kai and the others, to bring them back here.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, you tried to keep your breathing even. What had you gotten yourself into?

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