#angustdtt

A Beginning of an Adventure

Prologue: Make a Wish

A Twist in Old Tales.

1. Park JiMin as Prince Eric of The Little Mermaid

Moodboard.

A Price to Rise [Part 1] By @aichan11.

2. Jeon JeongKook as Flynn Eugene Rider of Rapunzel

Moodboard.

The Journey to Freedom by @hoeseok.

3. Kim SeokJin as Prince Henri “Charming” of Cinderella

Moodboard

Better than Dreams [Part 1] by @angustdtt.

4. Min YoonGi as Prince Adam of Beauty and the Beast

Moodboard

Belle et la Bête by @bangtaninspired.

5. Kim TaeHyung as Aladdin of Aladdin

Moodboard.

Diamond in the Rough by @hobbitoh.

6. Jung HoSeok as Prince Phillip of Sleeping Beauty

Moodboard.

A Dance in a Dream by @lycanhaejin.

7. Kim NamJoon as General Shang of Mulan

Moodboard.

Love and War: I by @rielleria​.

A Happy Ever After. [The Choice]

Poll winner: Aichan11′s Prince Jimin!

“Wish I Could be Part of that World.”

Moodboard.

A Price to Rise [Part 2]

Epilogue

If the Choice was Different...

“And at Last I See the Light.”

JeongKook

“A Wish is a Dream the Heart Makes.”

Better than Dreams [Part 2]

by angustdtt

“Ever Just as Sure as the Sun will Rise.”

Yoongi

“A Whole New World with You.”

TaeHyung

“Your Eyes so Familiar a Gleam.”

A Kiss of a Dream.

by lycanhaejin

“True to Your Heart and it Will Lead You to Me.”

NamJoon

Notes~

This idea and collaboration was started by @/angustdtt who reached out to the rest of the writers found on this list to create this series.

All of the banners that are used in the beginning of the Fic posts are created by the talented @/aichan11

Fics and moodboards are made by the respective writers that have been linked in the list. Do show support for each and every one of them.

The gods must have felt merciful and obedient after seeing the storm-hunter exhaustive journey.

The only way to escape was to go in the storm. In the middle of the desert, he had nowhere to safeguard from the rippling waves of wind. He had to be fast, otherwise, his risk would be without a point. If he died now then it would all be lost.

Thunder cried out from the blackened sky and a growl so low that would scare the heart of any sane man. Oh, but for Namjoon the more brutal the storm, the more hopeful his heart. He feared not what was ahead, only what was left behind. The brass goggles protected his eyes from the grains of sand biting and leaving marks over his skin. When the rain began to howl and lash the lightning conductor was finally placed firmly, the only thing left to do was connect it to the wrist-watch and pray somehow he'd make it alive to the other side.

Time is of the essence, the dampened sand could potentially ruin everything. But if Doctor Kim Namjoon calculations were correct, the big lightning that gave life once before to his time-jumper ticker was close. And so, he raised his eyes as thunder rumbled and a bolt of lightning cracked the sky in two behind the droplets of rain hitting the goggles. Jagged flashes of pure light cast a glow against the monochromatic background that reached the metal stick settled on the ground. The charge was complete in less than a second, and he pushed the small copper button in the side.

He was left blind by the intense light, but it was only for a few minutes.

There was now no rain, no sand, no storm- but a big dinner table set for two people on a large and elegant hall, outside the oriel window there was healthy green grass as far as the eye could see, and somewhere, on the upstairs floor a waltz played from a gramophone, and the sound of heels moving to the rhythm.

“It worked.”

The water dripping from his long jacket was making a mess once they touched the dainty floor. In haste, he sprinted towards the back of the cottage where the kitchen was- he could use the door leading to the backyard and drop outside his soggy clothes. Namjoon knew very well the handmaiden would be upstairs taking care of dusting the top floor while the miss of the house practicing her dancing so the kitchen would be empty.

While making a beeline for the door and taking off his coat, the rich aroma of something being cooked over the stove beckoned him, triggering so many senses at once that even his tongue circled the edges of his fleshy mouth.

In his trance, he accidentally tripped with a small wooden bench which crashed into a milk bucket, which in turn met with a tall coat rack making a whole domino of pretty noticeable noise.

"Miss Y/n?" called the grating voice heading fast down the stairs. "Miss Y/n is that you, M'lady?"

Without trying to rearrange anything, Namjoon opted to get out the house completely and hide under the kitchen window instead- he had no other chance but to wait until Ms. Hill went away to re-enter afterward.

A stompy pair of steps entered the kitchen. "Good lord," she exclaimed presumably due to the turmoil found.

"Ms. Hill? Oh dear," a softer, calmer voice entered just behind. "Did you fell again, Ms. Hill? Are you okay?" Namjoon's pulse accelerated just by that elegant, tone.

A desperate need formed inside his heart, scorching everywhere. He needed to peek, to see that face he had been chasing after, throughout time, throughout his painful memories. 'It's dangerous.' The voice inside his head warned 'too dangerous.' -and it was right. If Namjoon was discovered outside the window his journey would come to an end. He couldn't meddle, not yet at least—or not like this. He was after all now a mere intruder, still a stranger to both of them.

“It must've been the stupid dog again running about.”

Oh, but the temptation. How much his poor, and lonesome heart missed her. How many days he had cried over her before planning this escapade through time. Not caring for anything else, not even his own life, only to make things right again- to save her.

His legs moved faster and made a choice on the behalf of his head. Chatter was still going inside the kitchen, he can now only pray both women were looking away from the window as his eyes scanned to meet hers.

There is an ache once he is able to see her, something that comes as goes, somewhere between complete blissful happiness and a blackness so deep that devoured every color in the world.

She talked to her handmaiden in the most natural way, because of course, it was.  But for Namjoon her silhouette resembled a photograph. She was there again, present right before his eyes, but in a time where both still haven't met. Where he still hadn't changed her, where he hadn't hurt her to then reassemble again like a toy, so insensible and detached from human emotions as he was before.

“You need to change those clothes, Miss,” Hill mentioned, giving a little nudge to her waltz practice clothes. Namjoon couldn't help but smile, remembering how she absolutely adored that copper-colored striped dress, even if the corset Hill made on her own was a little too tight for her figure. “Chop-chop! Or you’ll miss the tinker’s fair.” she hustled Y/n outside the kitchen.

Namjoon tilted his head, did she just said...tinker?

“It's not a tinker’s fair,” she chuckled rolling her eyes, but with an amused expression. “It's the ‘Age of Steam: Inventors Fair’, Ms. Hill”

“Same difference,” The handmaiden insisted. “It’s just a bunch of old off-their-rocker people showing off their fancy and not  too reliable knick-knacks.”

“Not all of them are-,” she stopped mid-sentence.

Ms. Hill cocked a brow up, crossing her arms over her prominent chest. “You were saying, Miss?” she taunted.

“Nevermind.” she turned around and began walking away.

“Was the lady about to mention... Dr. Kim Namjoon?”

From his hiding spot Namjoon opened his eyes wide at the mention of his name, he traced the steps and watched as the two ladies left for the front part of the cottage. 

His curiosity kicked: Why was she trying to dismiss it? Did she knew him?

A little more dare wouldn't be dangerous, right? So Namjoon took the opportunity to stealthily move under the windows to where they both had went, his eagerness to powerful to be countered. His ears perked up trying to locate from under the windowpane her voice.

“I’m simply saying Dr. Kim Namjoon is a well-respected member of the inventor's society,” she argued, with a much more deliberate and conscious form of speaking.

“...A dapper young member,” Hill inserted.

She gulped a visible blush forming at her delicate cheeks, whilst she continued speaking voice trembling just a little. “ And I do not think he deserves to be under the same light as other, less-respected, members of the socie-”

“Just go and get changed, Miss. The Chariot will get here in an hour.” Hill interrupted after giving a look at the father clock on the center of the living room.

“Yep, I’ll do that.” She let out relieved of the interruption, that hard and stern washing away from her face while darting to the top floor where her room was.

So it was a lie when you assured never to have heard of me before. he thought remembering specifically the first time both met. After the—

“Welcome to the aether!” Namjoon entered the big, ornate, waiting room greeting with a prideful smile that grace his features.

A figure, sitting by the massive windows, gazed at the flourishing gardens beyond the tinted glass. She didn't turned her head at the sudden interruption.

“My humble home.” Namjoon continued speaking while he strode across the room, coat-tails swingin behind him with his every step.

Stopping right in front the wheelchair he towered the girl sitting on it. Her whole body still wrapped around in meters of bandage and patches of gauze. Her dead eyes reflected the green of the garden. They seemed without soul, so voided of emotion that Namjoon couldn't help but to think they fitted perfectly what she was now- an incredible biological contraption- a machine so exquisite -so rare- so formidable and beautifully strong that saved her life at the very door of death.

You were about five years old the first time you started this habit. Your grandma walked the forest next to her cabin almost every day and knew the most beautiful parts of it. One peculiar day, she walked you to the secret well, claiming it had the ability to grant wishes. Of course, anything related to fantasy was, for a five-year-old, exciting and ignited the curiosity spark.

Once there you met for the first time with the magical place. The structure looked straight out of an old magic tale. The chiseled rock that formed it resembled more a fountain than a well. Adorned with vines which crept the sides of it and all the way up to the beam from where an old wood bucket hanged by a rope.

"Show me your hands, y/n," she said, wearing her best hussy smile and leaning down once you showed her the palms of your empty hands. "Now hear Gran, sweetie." she began. Granny placed a small coin between your hands and close them around it so you were cupping it. "The well here has magical powers. It can grant any wish your heart desires..." ,the tone of her voice narrating you of an old and grand secret that brought all the powers of the forest into action. "See that candle?” she asked and pointed to a small metallic lantern with a lit candle inside of it hanging from one of the columns of the well. “That means a fairy its present. When the light is on you can throw a coin as payment for the fairy to make your wish come true." you nodded, looking down at the hands together. "Now dear, you must not tell the wish out loud, keep it a secret from anyone and then throw the coin to the water. But remember, this wish must come from the bottom of your heart, pure and honest." you nodded again, repeating the rules she had gave you like a prayer.

Grandma took a step away and with a gesture of her hand, she encouraged you while muttering ‘Go on’ with a big smile.

One step, two step, got you closer to the edge. Holding the coin close to your chest you mumbled some inaudible words and threw it in the hole. After hearing the splash against the water you chuckled and turned to her with eyes full of hope. You were too young and don't exactly remember what you wished for but you remember that thrilling sensation of believing in such things.

Back to the present, the flowers you sought were a few meters further away from the good spot. Walking by the children who toss their wishes in the magical well you overheard two of them talking to a few more.

“Cross my heart!” one of them assured to the gathering. “Magic is real!” he shouted exhilarated trying to convince the other kids he was telling the truth. “I wished for a puppy and It came true!” He waved his arms in the air and grabbed his face in shock.

“He did!” the seeming friend of the ‘puppy’ kid affirmed. “And I wished for Tom to have a puppy too!”

“His name is Nanuk and we both play with it all the time!” Tom told and the rest gasped amazed.

You laughed at how the kids were in awe of the story he was telling, and how enthusiastic was being at telling it. Part of you felt jealous at their innocence. At how easy it was to believe in impossible things- like fairies, for example.

You were grown now, and all those credulous believing left buried in the past. You made a life of your own over the years like anyone else, and like anyone else you had the same problems and virtues. One of the most recent ones being of the matters of the heart; unrequited love.

The next day you felt like reading a book outside. Lucky for you, it was a week-day meaning child would be on school and nowhere near the forest. So, you could get some time to relax in nature's company. Grabbing a random book from grandma's shelf you let her know where you were heading, and bid goodbye.

Like the day before, you walked to that part of the woods; The clouds up above made way for the small beams of light of the sun. The cold, soft breeze of air carried the scent of what you can only describe as ‘autumn’ and you breathed out content.

Taking a seat in the stone from the well, and lifting your feet up you leaned against one of the columns to rest your back. Looking down at the water, you saw the coins at the bottom which glowed when the reflection of the light hit them.

You took the book and placed it on your lap, reading first the title on the front “The Secret Garden” By Frances Hodgson Burnett. You heard about the book once before; most likely your grandma talking about it.

The pages seem to be frail, an obvious sign of how old and how much the pages were read- but also how interesting it must be. ‘There was something mysterious in the air that morning..’ you read inwardly while taking a deep breath of comfort, enjoying the moment you and the forest share. While in the reverie, your eyes divert their attention. There is a coin lost between the cracks of the stone. You remember the words from yesterday- ‘Magic is real.’ Shaking your head you try to release your mind from those words, but they resonate like an echo and tempt you.

You closed the book determined and shook-off the awkwardness of what you were about to do. Reaching for the lost coin, you held it between your index and thumb fondling it and pondering. You clicked your tongue pronouncing the words of a wish to yourself while you left the book on top of the rock. Indifferent, you dropped the token to the well and heard the 'blop' it made after touching the water. You looked around you, not sure of what you were expecting. ‘Tsk, like if a wish were to come true immediately.’ you said, turning on your heels to leave.

“Pardon, y/n?” A voice called from behind, making you turn around in surprise. Meeting eyes with a rather, peculiar stranger. You looked around by habit, checking who he was addressing, but the stranger’s gaze was fixating on you.

“Me?” you asked, the volume of your voice coming out rather weak.

He nodded, twisting his lips upwards at the innocence of your question. “Yes, You.”

“I’m- sorry, have we met?” You searched for his face on your memories but didn't recognize ever meeting someone like...him. The man before you was someone you’d most definitely remember. He was sitting in the same spot you were before, his tall and lean figure slouched against the column of the well. He presented a rather calm and curious expression while staring at you with gentle eyes. What caught the attention first though, was his flamboyant purple hair.

“I can’t give you what you want.” The purple-haired young man in front of you said. He got up and stood straight- damn, he was tall. You gulped worriedly because the strange man was walking your way with a silent gaze. Backing up as he approached, you prepared mentally to find a way of escape in the case you needed it-after all you didn't know this guy. Once he was close enough he extended his arm towards you displaying a small object on the palm of his hand.

“Uhh…” You mumbled, confused on why this stranger was showing you a coin. Bringing your eyes up to meet his you analyzed what kind of wacko he must be when he talked first. “Excuse me?”

“It’s against my morals to change one's free will. I’m sorry, but you must ask for a different wish.” He tried to grab your hands while talking to you but you jumped away from his grasp. The guy looked at you confused by your sudden reaction. “y/n?”

“How do you know my name?” you asked, cautious.

He laughed gingerly, scratching the back of his neck embarrassed, looking for the right words to say. “I guess you were too small to remember.”

“Remember what?” you looked at him up and down.

“Me,” he replied.

With the coin still in his hand, he brought it into his pocket and walked back to where he was sitting putting a safe distance between the two. “My name is Namjoon, and I’m the fairy that lives on the well,” he explained.

‘Yeah, he’s crazy.’ you agreed inwardly. In an instant you found yourself running to your grandma’s house, leaving the crazy-haired man behind while he shouted “Wait!” to stop you.

“Oh shit, dear.” grandma shrieked, grabbing her chest worried. You almost fainted once you reached the door of the house and out of breath after all that running, but there was enough strength left to look at Granny wide-eyed at her cussing. “Oh shut up, grandma’s curse too. What on earth happened, y/n?” she queried grabbing your arm and helping you in. Grandma brought a chair to sit you down and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Unable to speak just yet —‘why did I rejected that pilates class discount?’ — you whined about the poor physical condition you were in.

“Here,” she offered the water which you gulped down in the blink of an eye.”Breath in and out slowly, dear.” she encouraged patting your back. “There, there.”

“Gran—!” you began telling her when your breath caught making your chest heave.“There was this guy!” you kept on going. “He- he had this, crazy looking hair and he- he- tried to give me this-coin I don't know why?!”   Grandma’s eyes lit up, her hand brought together, fingers intertwined. 

“Unbelievable,” she mumbled, tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. She took her clenched fists and pressed them against her lips like she normally would do before praying to the glossary. “You’ve met him again.”

This was certainly not the type of reaction you were expecting. “Met who again?!” you exclaimed confused and somewhat irritated.

“The fairy of the well!” she replied, her tone of voice ringing with a type of - joy?

Sneak Peek Pt 2

“Listen, I’d like to stay but I can't just-”

“I understand.” he stopped your babbling with a sign of his hand and a nod. “I won’t force you to believe in the magic. Although,” he stopped. His ginger gaze traveling from your eyes to his feet and back again. His rosy cheeks showing up while he decided on asking a request from you. “I-If  you don’t mind...I’d like to see you again tomorrow.” He confessed biting down his lower lip, waiting for your reaction.

“Tomorrow? I’m- confused,” you replied, not quite catching Namjoon’s invitation. “Why?”

"I remember the first time you knocked at my door. I remember it was a hot summer day and you showed up with a long-sleeved shirt and slacks. Your face was sweaty, and your makeup melted." 

The corner of his mouth twists upwards, a ginger smile shows while reminiscing. 

“...It’s funny how altered memories can get once you look back at them with a different heart. Because—I remember I didn't think anything of you back then, but now. I can only say, you looked beautiful.” he chuckles sadly. Yoongi looks down placing both hands inside the pocket of his pants, kicking the floor like he is scratching the sole of his foot. 

“You know...you actually love someone when you can’t blame them for breaking your heart.” Yoongi muses. The tears burst forth, the muscles of his chin tremble. The walls built over the years helping him hide his true feelings crumble down with each drop sliding down his face. “I remember-” he sobs.

It was a hot summer day.

Yoongi finished thirty minutes ago the lesson with one of his younger students and moved to the kitchen to get a well-deserved cold drink.

It was barely noticeable but the white shirt he was wearing had some sweat spots on it. The heat was unbearable, and even folding up his sleeves wouldn't do the trick of lessening the fevered sensation crawling up and down his body.

Yoongi was chasing the idea of getting a bath after done tidying up the “classroom”,-as he liked to call the room with the piano- when the doorbell ringed. Reluctantly, he walked away from his heavenly-sent cold beverage to open whoever was at the front door, when they ringed again- and then again.

Yoongi growled crankily. There was nothing that made him more irritable that some ...doorbell enthusiast.

His brows were already furrowed as he opened the door. Annoyed at this unknown visitor he had the perfect reason to answer the door with an ill-humored “What?!” when he was completely silenced by the sight of you.

“Hi!” you said in a rather cheery tone for the state you were in. Yoongi looked you up and down. The heat had certainly hit you the same way it did to him. Your chest heaved like you had just run 30 miles in ten seconds, your face red and looking like you were about to faint. “Is this the house of Min Yoongi, the piano teacher?” you asked, looking down to a small paper in your hands.

Yoongi nodded “Yes, It’s me. Are you...okay?” he said noticing how you placed a hand on the frame of the door for support.

“Yeah, Yeah” you assured, recovering breaths. “I’m… y/n. I'm wondering if I could be your student.” you continued smiling.

Yoongi worried you were about to faint in front of his door, but his concerns came out a tad critic. “You could've called, you know?” he noted, face-palming mentally after, not realizing how rude it sounded before talking. “I mean- instead of coming here when it’s so hot outside.” he tried to fix his mistake.

You laughed wholeheartedly. “Yeah. I was just passing by on my way from work and said ‘what the hell’ you know...”

“I see.” He remained there, not sure on what to do next “Well… Would you like to come in?” he offered with a gesture of his hand. “You can see the classroom and I can offer you something cold to drink.”

You nodded and bowed thankful to him. “That would be great. Thank you!”

“We stayed talking for quite a few hours that day.” Yoongi narrates to the recording snorting at the memory of how ridiculous she looked. “And the days to come. After every class, I would offer a drink and you agreed to stay with me a little longer. That made me happy.” He says, smiling lovingly.

 “I don’t know exactly when my heart started to feel the way I do for you. But I do remember, the first time my heart almost burst into flames inside my chest. You were sitting there on the piano, practicing while I answered a call.” Yoongi walks to the piano and sits on the bench. “You were so frustrated because there was a scale your fingers failed to complete.” Gently he caresses the tiles of the keyboard, stopping to press on them softly a weak sound coming out of them. “Your fingers were always so hesitant...” 

“Fuck!” you shouted.

Yoongi pushed the button to end the call while he stared at you scratching your head in distress. “Lenguage, Miss Y/N” he teased, placing both hands behind his back, mimicking a professor.

You laughed at his stance. “Sorry, Professor Min. It’s this bloody scale!”

Yoongi walked behind you, leaning down to place one of his hands above the tiles. “Here, put your hand on top of mine.” he eagers. You wavered on obliging a second too long and Yoongi caught up on that. Assuming you were uncomfortable he continued.“ Pay attention to how I move.” he said, starting to move his fingers along the keyboard- music flowing perfectly and beautifully. “Look”  each repetition slower, to make sure you’d catch the right position of his hand.

You were awfully quiet when suddenly you placed your hand on top of his timid while he kept on playing the notes. Yoongi never noticed how pretty your hands were. Nor the electricity that tickled the skin where you touched.

“See?” he asked, turning his head to check you were paying attention when he found your eyes already turned back to him. His heart skipped a beat, his throat suddenly dry forcing him to gulp. Your eyes were looking too deep into him. He felt naked under your gaze. “ Kiss…” he said, his eyes diverting to look down at your lips, so close to him. A dire need to close the small gap between- your eyes showing the same need. “...the tiles with your fingers.” he coughed trying to play dumb.

“I should've kissed you.” Yoongi regrets. “The problem is…” he says leaning forward, pressing his forehead against the wood of the piano. “If I’d kissed you right there I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” He closes the lid of the keyboard and walks up to the microphone once again to sit in front of it. “I was such a fool…” he nags shaking his head from side to side. “You missed a couple classes after that. I was so worried my stupidity offended you, I didn't even try to call you out of fear.” the red dot of the record machine blinks. “But now I wonder if... calling you would've been a better idea.”

Yoongi was drinking in the kitchen.

“Disgusting,” he commented while looking at the carton of eggnog on his hand. Looking outside at the snowstorm, he pondered on leaving or not to get something from the store he could actually drink without retching. The store was barely two blocks away. But given it was the 24th of December, he wasn't sure if it would be open or not. Walking-  even if its a few blocks- on the storm with the chance he would have to come back empty-handed, was not a charmer.

Finally though, realizing that nasty liquid was all he had to consume, Yoongi said he would take that risk.

Putting a coat over the threaded sweater (a Christmas gift from the mom of one of his students) he was ready to leave when he opened the door and found:

“y/n…” Yoongi said wide-eyed at the figure on the other side of the door.

You smiled softly when your eyes met his “Hi, Yoongi” you greeted him.

Yoongi heart stopped. He noticed how your reddened cheeks from the cold popped making you look adorable. Yoongi pulled you inside gently but firmly. “What are you doing here? There’s a storm outside!” he berated patting the snow from your coat.

“I brought you something,” you mention, opening your folded arms and showing a wine bottle. “Merry Christmas, Yoongi."

Yoongi grabbed the wine bottle and looked at you. He turned around and placed the wine on the floor. Once settled, he gazed deep into your eyes and moved his head closer. Your head did the same until both foreheads touched and rested together. Yoongi closed his eyes, his breath shaking. He gently leans in and kisses your lips warmly but passionate. He pulls apart, both left taking shallow breaths. “Merry Christmas, y/n”

“Today it’s been a year from then.” Yoongi continues from the classroom of his house. “You kissed me back.” he laughs joyous. “I froze in terror and excitement after I made my move, but you kissed me back and I never felt more alive.” 

He blushes at the next memory of that night that comes to him. “And we kissed, not innocent and timid like before, but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. And we touched. An intoxicating electricity running through me. Intense and passionate like nothing I've ever felt before. In those moments I loved you with my mind, my body and my soul. Your musky scent fills my heart even now.” Yoongi walks away from the recorder and looks out the window. “I love you even now." He cries "Even if you decided to walk away. But I don’t blame you.” Yoongi chuckled running a hand through his tired eyes. “You left me because I was stupid enough to let you go after that- after all.”