warnings: pregnancy mentions (nothing heavy, just the idea of being pregnant)
a/n: hello! so this is just me testing my waters on writing again after losing my mind to an indefinite hiatus + studying. hope y'all enjoy!
"Well, aegi has been very active recently. As much as I hate to admit it babe, it's probably 'cause you've been home over the weekend." You say as you trail behind.
"Pregnancy is no joke in Korea, hon. I'll give it that." You say as you trail behind Namjoon who's been carrying yet another box to the nursery. "Well, that's what a hardworking country gets. All the economy, none of the kids," he trails off as he enters the nursery, "Watch yourself, baby. You, your clumsy self, and our soccer star."
What you say is true. As you've been reading relentlessly all the prenatal books the world has to offer. It's been saying that you should listen to classical music or, at least, play music so it stimulates the baby and you have been doing that but it's just not working.
But life has been colorful on the recent days. All this "baby prep", as Namjoon would call it, has you in a whirlwind. Deliveries and packages have built up on your home's doorstep the minute you've hit your second trimester.
Namjoon carefully sets down the box, brushing a stray hair out of his eyes as he turns to you, a soft smile lighting up his face. "Guess our little one knows when Appa's around," he says, his voice a mix of pride and amazement.
You walk over to the box heâs just placed, giving it a curious shake, and laugh as he raises an eyebrow at you. "What? I'm just trying to guess which of your 500 delivery orders this is," you tease.
He chuckles, reaching out to pull you close, his hand resting gently on your bump. "Hey, I can't help it if our baby deserves the best. Plus, I have to compensate for all those long work hours," he says, a bit of guilt lacing his words. You can tell he's still adjusting to balancing his passion for his career with this new life you're building together.
You lean your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth seep into you, grounding you in this perfect moment. "Well, all that matters is that you're here now," you whisper, feeling your heart swell as he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
As if on cue, the baby kicksâa strong, unmistakable nudge that has both of you jolting. You gasp, and Namjoon's eyes light up, pure joy spreading across his face as he drops to one knee, hands instantly resting on your belly. "Was thatâŠ? Oh, aegi, youâre going to be a real little champ," he murmurs softly to the bump.
The way he talks to your baby, that quiet adoration in his voice, makes you melt. Heâs already so in love, and you realize this journey is going to be so much sweeter because of moments like this. Your hand rests on his, fingers lacing as you both stay there in the stillness, absorbing every flutter and heartbeat.
In that moment, you know that, yes, life is a whirlwind. But with him, itâs the most beautiful one you could ever imagine.
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Summary: Nothing ancient and magical is ever really lost. When the descendants and heirs of the myths and legends come together to live a normal life, something - someone - is thrown into their plans. Bringing with them aid, magic and so much more.
Pairing: Eventual BTS x ReaderÂ
Genre: Poly, Romance, FantasyÂ
Chapter Warnings: Loooong funeral rites, somebody dies and lives again and reader is not around, eventually itâs gonna be a lot of world-building
Funerals, Seokjinâs grandmother used to say, are more for the living than for the dead, as most rituals tend to be. It is a way to provide time for the grieving to process their grief while dressing their dead. It is a time for families and friends to come together- a lifeâs end bringing a community together as much as a lifeâs beginning. It is a time for stories and for truths magnified and lies sharpened as the left behind share the good and never the bad about the dead.
âWhat good would it have done?â his grandmother said, a weary and bitter smile tugging at her thin lips, when his mother angrily eyed the other aged, albeit, younger woman across them at the other side of the pyre. They had just watched his grandfatherâs body burned as per tradition when the woman from beyond the mountains he left them for arrived.
His grandfather was an attractive man from whom Seokjin inherited his broad shoulders and dark eyes. The fae blood still running strong in their line - always making them eye-catching, desirable and dangerous.
The most attractive man in the village, his grandmother used to say. He married his grandmother at the young age of 16, before he even presented, had children with her when he was 18 and left her when he was 22. He left them after a travelling caravan brought him the woman from beyond the mountains, and he stayed with her until he was 60 only to come back to his grandmother on his death bed.
Needless to say, Seokjinâs mother and two uncles were livid. Their relationship remained strained even after two decades of his grandfather trying to make amends. However, whatever hate his mother harbored for her father paled in comparison to the hatred she nurtured and cradled in her heart against the woman that took him away from them.
âWhat do you mean, what good would it have done?â his mother spat out, her hand tightening around the then eight year-old Seokjinâs. âHow dare she even show her face here? Sheââ
Quietly, his grandmother held up a hand, silencing her child. Seokjin remembers how her grandmotherâs pale eyes curved into a small smile directed to the woman from beyond the mountains. Soft and understanding, with a hint of heartbreak.
âWe got your fatherâs body in the end.â His grandmotherâs eyes flickered to the ashes on the ground. Most of the people have left, leaving their immediate family to stand still until the last of the cracking firewood burns out.
His mother blinked rapidly, watching the fire burn out and it was the only time Seokjin ever saw his mother look like a lost child. âBut whatâs good in a body?â she asked, voice cracking of lost childhood and longing. I wanted him alive, she perhaps thought, I wanted him around â I wanted him to stay.
Finally, as the embers died out and the woman from beyond the mountains retreated with her back hunched, his grandmother answered, lips shaking, âAt least you have something to bury.â
Seokjin never understood what that meant. In his young mind, it didnât matter whether you had the body or not, your loved one was still dead â gone to a place you cannot retrieve them from. However, now, looking at the empty pyre in front of him, Seokjin knows that he would give absolutely everything just to have something concrete to mourn over.
From beside him, tense and with angry eyes, he knows that Yoongi feels the same. The younger man stare angrily at the empty pile of wood and if he had even less control, he wouldâve set it on fire easily.
Though angry, Seokjin could still see the thin film of tears that his friend refused to let go. He knows Yoongi blames himself for the emptiness in front of them and yet Seokjin doesnât know how to comfort him yet â not when all of them are mourning. Across them, Namjoon stands tall beside Hoseok, their mourning robes painting them wan, the grief swaying them like windblown trees closer to each other. At the east is Jimin, shaking, his control of his powers loose, evident at the quick changing of the shade of his hair, and at the west is Taehyung, both carrying their dead brothers garments.
The villagers have already paid their respects to their family, leaving them to their own grief and process. Nobody wanted to mention how this funeral is a month too late, nobody dared. Not with Namjoon forming scouting troops week after week, not with Hoseok silencing anyone who dared insinuate Jungkookâs disappearance as anything but and definitely not with Yoongiâs glowering mood after every failed retrieval mission.
It was just a normal scouting day, Seokjin thinks. So normal it shouldâve been suspicious. They hadnât had an incident with any creatures or neighboring settlements in almost a year, so much so that they got confident â cocky, careless, even and sent their youngest out alone.
Jungkook was so excited, as he always was, and bragged that heâd catch a bear AND a wild pig for dinner. But hours passed, then days⊠he didnât come back. By the second day of his disappearance, Namjoon and Hoseok went out to scout, only to come back empty handed. The third day was followed by Taehyung and Jimin, the fourth with Yoongi and himself â and yet, every time, they came back defeated. The whole settlement then pitched in, volunteering to come with and expand their area of search.
The first week was easy, logistically. The second, not-so much. At every failed attempt, the morale and hope dipped deeper and deeper.
It wasnât until the third week that one of the remaining elders approached Namjoon about a funeral. Yoongi almost went mad, upturning the table inside their home, when the elder reminded them of how Jungkookâs soul will suffer if not guided properly. The old man was ancient, and though Yoongi was old as well but that man lived through the two great wars and held sway in the village still, albeit built on old respect.
Namjoon had asked for another week and it paid off, in a way that broke their hearts. At the very edge of the dark forests, they found Jungkookâs broken weapons, a shoe and dried blood. The blood that painted the forest floor like spilled water from a jug, and though none of them said it out loud, they knew that nobody survived losing that much blood. Not in the forest and definitely not alone.
And so there they are.
Seokjin have attended the most funerals as the their settlementâs quasi-healer. Out of respect, he attended the funerals of those he cannot save, and so he knows what comes next.
At the ringing of the first bell, Jimin steps forward from the east, from where the sun rises, with Jungkookâs oldest clothes. It lies lightly on his hands, pale and threadbare from years of use. From Seokjinâs place, he could see an old shirt with a patched up hole by the collar and remembers how Jungkook tore it when he was 13 and climbing trees, and Seokjin chokes back a wail, biting his lips and willing himself not to look away.
Jimin speaks as he tosses the clothes into the fire, the dancing embers reflected in his brown eyes, âFrom East, where all things begin, I speak: blood at childbirth, you are honored.â
Above them, the second bell rings and he and Yoongi step forward. Yoongi cradles a lacquered box containing the hide of Jungkookâs first solo kill. In an ironic twist of fate, it was that of a wild pig. When Jungkook killed it, it was Yoongi who taught him how to butcher it, dry its hide and smoke its meat, and now, it too is tossed into the fire.
Seokjin speaks, the older of the two, and says, âFrom the North, where all things grow, I speak: blood of youth, you are honored.â
The third bell echoes, as a hush falls into the clearing. The sun is now setting and it paints them orange as Namjoon and Hoseok step forward. The fire has grown bigger and Seokjin almost misses what they brought. With their palms turned up, they carry the replica of earrings they forged as a family. Jungkook never took it off once he received his, none of them did, and so upon his disappearance, Namjoon and Hoseok took the job of creating replicas to toss into the fire.
It is made from the ore at the edge of the continent and forged with their hottest fires. Jungkookâs pair was simple studs with his animal etched onto it with careful hands. Upon tossing it into the pyre, Hoseok comes forward and speaks, âFrom the South, here, I speak: blood of the covenant, you are honored.â
For a moment, nobody wants to move, just staring at the burning pyre of their youngest brotherâs belongings, his body lost to them. It aches something painful in their bones, the loss of their youngest, a failure as his older brothers to protect him. Although Jungkook was already a man by their settlementâs standards, it still hurt.
Sometimes, at night, Seokjin swears he could still feel their bond thrumming from his heart to the dark forest - but by dawn, it was gone. The hope lulled him to sleep, only to break his heart awake over and over again.Â
The last of the bells will be ringing anytime now, and Taehyung shivers at the cold and finality of it. In his arms is all of Jungkookâs remaining clothing, his favorite furs, his colorful bands, his beads â and Taehyung doesnât want to let go.
But finally, the last bell ringsâŠ
Followed by another. And another, one after another, coming faster and faster.
Heads whipping to the watch tower, they could see the bell ringing continuously, pulled by whomever was in charge below. Itâs a blatant disrespect â and Namjoon almost whirls back into the settlement in anger when a young boy breaks into the clearing, gasping for air, his hair littered with leaves and branches.
Itâs Namjoonâs apprentice, Kyun. He falls to his knees at their agitation, and gasps; âItâs⊠Itâs Jungkook â heâs⊠Heâs alive!â
And he is, indeed, alive.
Alive and in very good condition. Just unconscious, Seokjin confirms.
âHow⊠how did this happen?â Jimin asks, sitting by Jungkookâs shoulder. He, Taehyung and Seokjin are gathered in their houseâs common room after deciding that Jungkookâs room was too small for everyone to keep an eye on him. Tears have not stopped spilling from Jiminâs eyes from the moment he saw his brotherâs silhouette leaning against the watch tower. âI mean, we looked everywhere!â
âIs it even important? Heâs here, heâs alive.â Taehyung answers, still shaking in relief. At the back of his mind, heâs thankful he didnât burn his brotherâs clothes â or else, Jungkook will be pissed. He eyes Jungkookâs round cheeks, rounder than a month ago it seem and the tighter fit of his clothes.
There are so many questions but none he cared for at the moment.
Rounding from the kitchen, Seokjin nods and sets down a tray of bread in front of the two, gesturing for them to eat. Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi have left to attend to the members of the settlement, assuring them and gathering information about Jungkookâs arrival. He was unconscious when he was found, itâs a given that somebody brought him back â but who?
As if summoned, Namjoon enters their home followed by Hoseok and Yoongi, all the tension from their shoulders melting away at the sight of their brother. Here, complete, Yoongi feels most at ease even with the uneasy situation theyâve brought back.
âHere, letâs talk in the kitchen.â Seokjin invites.
Pulling the divider close, Hoseok crosses his arms and sighed. They are all exhausted, physically and more-so emotionally. Itâs been a roller-coaster of a month but still gratitude wins out as a smile tugs on Hoseokâs lips. âThat boyâs always been dramatic.â
It fishes out a short bark of laughter from Yoongi, âThis is a little too much for my tastes, I have to say.â
Eyes darting between his two older brothers, Jimin clicks his tongue. âCare to share with the rest of the table, hyung?â
Hoseok nods towards Namjoon and the latter rolls his eyes but acquiesces, after swallowing a piece of bread.
âOur patrols found him by the outpost, inside a basket.â Namjoon starts, (âA basket? What is he, a baby?â) and ignores Taehyungâs jibe. âYes, a basket. Itâs in the gathererâs hut, they could use it for fruits. Itâs expertly weaved â which leads us to believe that someone took care of Guk thatâs why we canât find him.â
Seokjin almost smiles at Jungkookâs old baby name, the one he was called before he earned his second syllable.
âJin, what injuries does Jungkook have?â Namjoon asks, the lilt of his voice revealing a bit of his leaderâs blood.
Seokjin checked him over earlier, after washing the grime of his body and he found an assortment of those. âHe has a broken leg, well, had â somebody set it well, a fractured arm and I found⊠bear scars on his back and temple.â
âScars? You mean scabbing?â Yoongi asked, suspicious. âItâs too soon for wounds that big to scar over.â
âI know,â the healer nods, he shrugs his broad shoulders. Unless Jungkook managed to hide an incident with a bear from them, then Seokjinâs sure that those injuries are new. Even when the only proof he has are the paling bruises surrounding each one. âI donât understand it either.â
âWhether or not they healed Jungkook,â Namjoon starts, glancing beyond the divider, âWeâre still not sure of their intention, so weâre strengthening our forces and rotating the guards until we get more information. How long do we have to wait until Jungkook wakes up?â
âGive or take a day.â
Hoseok nods, already listing up a series of question for their youngest to answer. âA day it is.â
âThe mirror never lies.â a quiet voice murmured. It sounds so far away and yet it surrounds him still and Jungkook wills himself to focus. He is face down, his face slotted right inside a hole on the wooden table. Where is he? All he could see is dirt and all he could hear the sounds of a stream nearby and the crackling of hearth.
Why canât he move? Under him is a thin blanket, covering the wooden bed. Itâs scratchy and has several holes. There is a warmth beside him and a rustle of clothing before a damp cloth makes contact with his back. The searing pain has Jungkook groaning and flinching away, only to find his limbs heavy and unresponsive.
Fuck, what is this.
âYouâre strong. Iâve given you three doses and youâre still struggling. Well, to be expected of your kind, I suppose.â The voice observed, barely surprised at his movement. âYour kindâ? Safe in their abilities, Jungkook observes. A rival settlement? A witch? No â they havenât been around in centuries.
âTry not to struggle so much,â the voice murmured again, this time, close to Jungkookâs ear, âthis is for your own good.â
Jungkook wakes up gasping, surprising Jimin who was sleeping beside him.
âJungkook! Youâre awake!â Jimin smiled, almost reaching out to his brother when he noticed Jungkook murmuring to himself. âJungkook?â
In the dark, Jungkookâs eyes glow blue, darting left to right, reeling from his dream. Or was it a memory? What was it? Itâs quickly fading into smoke-- barely registering the fact that he was home â home! â and surrounded by his slowly waking up hyungs, Jungkook turns to Jimin and almost shouts, âBring me a quill, quick!â
âStream, berries, peppermint⊠what is this?â Yoongi his right hand on his face, exasperatedly. Across him, Hoseok shrugs, taking off his boots and hanging his vest. The hunt went well, the captured deers helping them stock up for the coming winter.
Yoongi is holding the parchment of paper Jungkook wrote on the first night he regained consciousness. Itâs barely legible, some words are completely unreadable while the few that could be deciphered make absolutely no sense. And it was useless to ask Jungkook, because the next time he woke up, he didnât even remember writing it â or anything that happened to him the last month he was missing.
Itâs deeply concerning to Namjoon as the leader of their settlement and as their brother. Jungkookâs lack of memories mean that there could be nothing of use to prepare. Knowledge has always been Namjoonâs style of leadership, and without proper information, Yoongi knows that he feels like heâs running blind.
Added precaution was given to everyone in the settlement and while some find it reassuring, others are vocal in asking why they can no longer hunt alone and so on. Without a solid reason to give them, Namjoon has been busy placating any disgruntled member of the group along with Taehyung, whose presence provides a calming effect that none of them could replicate.
âI feel like weâre missing something here.â Yoongi muses. The blacksmith turned over the parchment as if the answer will suddenly materialize if he turned it over enough times.
Hoseok snorts and fishes the paper from Yoongiâs fingers, âYou think?â
Rolling his eyes, Yoongi pokes his tongue against his cheek. He has half the mind to just let go of the whole thing and just be thankful that their brother is back and healthy, but as a responsible part of their community, figuring out who and why they healed their brother was priority.
More importantly, the question of how they healed them continuously pop in and out their familyâs conversation.
No one has seen anything like it. When they asked Jungkook, his last memory was fighting a bear before being cut down with the animalâs weight. He remembers its claw tearing through the sinew of his back, and its front legs breaking his left thigh. However, almost no proof of it existed when he returned â and now, just a week after, heâs bounding here and there as if brand new.
If thereâs someone out there with that ability, Yoongi thinks, bringing them into the fold will be beneficial to all.
By whatever means necessary.Â
His body was heavenly. Sculpted from God himself. Muscles toned and defined under your fingertips. So beautiful and so pure.
   âPleaseâŠâ He sighed out. His wonderful white wings stretched out underneath him. Shirt already discarded to reveal the sun-kissed toned chest. Your fingers trailing up his abs, lips sucking small red marks up his chest. Jiminâs jeans already undone, hanging loosely off his hips. Your clothed core pressed directly on his bulge. âI need you.â
   âJust wait.â You whispered. Looking up at Jimin. His beautiful head tilted back against the bed. Eyes closed and plump, swollen lips parted. Your hips slowly rocking against him. Jiminâs soft moans music to your ears. âI want your first time to be special.â You spoke softly. Moving down his body until your knees hit the ground. Hands pulling down his jeans. Sculpted thighs being revealed to you, your own arousal building at the sight.
   âIt already is.â He countered finally. Breath hitching as you removed his boxers. Hard length red and angry as it curved up against his stomach. Your hands trailing up his inner thighs. Strong muscles tensing underneath your fingers. âPlease...fuck...touch me please.â
   âYou have a foul mouth for an angel.â You teased before wrapping a hand around his shaft. Jimin moaning in relief at finally being touched. His hands twitching at his sides.
   âBabyâŠâ Jimin sighed, his words quickly turning into a needy whine as you licked a strip up his cock. Swirling your tongue around his angry tip. Hand pumping him slowly and lazily. His moans filling the room making your own need grow dripping from you. Jiminâs hand tangled in your hair as you took him into your mouth. Sucking the tip harshly. His hips bucking up, length filling your mouth as he moaned again.
   Your lips parting more to slowly sink onto him, bobbing your head. Hand pumping the parts of him you couldn't take. His head hitting the back of your throat, almost gagging you with each jolt of his hips.
   âFuck...fuck.â He moaned. Your eyes flickering up to take in his appearance. His head tilting back against the bed. Mouth open to allow his enchanting sounds out. Moving faster, relaxing your throat to take a little bit more. Jiminâs hips thrusting into your mouth, gagging you. The angel groaning at the sound. His grip on your hair tightening as he slowly rocked his hips into your mouth. Tears pooling in your eyes. Allowing him to fuck your throat slowly before he pulled you off him. Your throat stinging as you swallowed your spit and took deep breaths.   Â
âJiminâŠâ You breathed out as he shifted on the bed slightly. Hand falling from his length to rest on his thigh. The angel taking a deep breath. Your eyes falling back to his cock. Pre cum leaking from the tip and your mouth salivating at the thought of tasting it.
   âI want to be inside you.â Jimin groaned. His eyes opening to reveal need filled orbs. Your body moving to please him. Tugging down your shorts and panties, kicking them off. Not bothering to take off your shirt as you straddled him. Hovering over his hard length. Jiminâs hands gripping your hips.
   âAre you ready?â You whispered. Holding his cock gently and lining it up with your dripping core. All the foreplay already leaving you needy and ready for him. Wetness sliding down your thighs.
   âYes, baby just...ride me.â His breath caught in his throat as you sunk down onto his length. A soft moan escaping you at the sensation of his cock stretching you beautifully. Hips resting firmly against his when you sank all the way down. Jimin grunting at the feeling. His hands bruising your hips with his grip.
   âYou feel so good.â You praised, lifting yourself back up him before sinking down. Setting a slow pace to ease you both into it. Jimin groaning and his hips slowly moving up to meet yours. The pace speeding up with each movements. Your moans mixing with his.
   Jimin moaned out when you clenched around him. Thrusting roughly into you earning a gasp of pleasure to slip from your lips. Beads of sweat glistening on the angelâs face and chest. Sparkling against his skin as his grip tightened.
   âIâm close baby.â He whined and you hummed in response. Your own release close to snapping. Movements becoming urgent as you moved to push both of you to your climax.
   âCum inside me baby.â You muttered, Jimin gasping as he did just that. Your own release hitting you as his cock emptied inside you. Body slumping down against his. Legs shaking slightly.
   â...I love you.â Jimin mumbled. Sleep filling his voice. Both of you to tired to move or clean yourself up. The angel not even bothering to pull out as he rolled himself atop you. Wings coming around you both.
Description: Â [Fantasy!AU] You have lost your home, your family, your tribe, and are wanted by a rival tribe for the murder of their general. On the run and seeking vengeance for the destruction of your people in the form of a Sacred Rune, you make an unlikely ally in the form of a wandering Warlock with his own secrets to hide. Your fates intertwine as you journey across to mysterious lands in search of the rune but when destiny has other plans, your journey becomes much bigger than you could have imagined.
You were slightly aghast with a distorted look gracing your features. It was the guy you ran into in the Red Bazaar area. He smiled shyly and looked into your direction announcing, âHey! Long time no see!â only to have Namjoon and Taehyung raise an eyebrow in your direction. Fate really was playing an interesting game with you these days.
âHey...,â you trailed off, your voice somewhat awkwardly shrinking. Jungkook looked simply amused by the turn of events.
âI see youâve met before!â Taehyung stated with a smile and a mischievous grin, elbowing Jungkook on the side of his armor. Jungkook blushed furiously and lightly punched a laughing Taehyung in the arm with his free hand as Namjoon and you looked on quizzically. During the exchange, Wakonga cleared his throat to garner your attention towards himself, his hands tucked behind his back. âNow dat you have made the acquaintance of one anoda, let us get down to business. My dear friend, Syndra Silvane-â
âYou mean THE Sylvana Silvane?!â Namjoon interjected excitedly, placing his hands loudly on the wooden table with his eyes growing wide as he leaned in towards Wakonga.
âYes, DE Syndra Silvane. She be sick with de wasting disease. She was only recently raised from de dead by a fellow Wizard but soon became ill. She is dying slowly and it breaks my heart to know dis. Escort des fine young men around town for de next two days and your debt will be removed.â
Namjoon and yourself nodded firmly.
âDo not let dem get into to much trouble. Dey come from fa away on de Sword Coast and are at de top in completed quests. I expect you to treat our guests well.â Wakonga narrowed his eyes and downturned his face with his last sentence and you felt a chill go up your spine. His voice was dark and foreboding, a warning that you knew was particularly for you. Namjoon straightened his posture before he announced that the pair of you would do well so as to not cause anymore trouble. Seeing his job was done, Wakonga sent for a guard to escort you to the lobby area. It seemed that even then Wakonga had his eyes on you and Namjoon.
 After leaving the jail and entering the bustling streets of Port Nyanzaru, your party agreed to find lodging for the night and perhaps a good meal before the events of tomorrow. Prior to leaving, you were informed that the following day would be spent in both the Red Bazaar and the entirety of the Market Ward gathering supplies and assisting Jungkook and Taehyung in preparation for their journey into the unknown lands of Chult. You told them you knew of a place, the Leaping Lizard Tavern, that hosted larger parties for less coin but it was across town in the well, ânot so greatâ side of the port as you put it lightly. However, it was known to have guides that visited or other unsavory types that were great sources of information. You remember how Namjoon had looked at you in disbelief that you were intentionally going to a notorious mercenary and killer-for-hire hunting ground and the way you had assured him if you, a rather short, lone, female barbarian were okay there, they would be too. Making your way through the streets, pteralizards flying high overhead beside birds of various sizes, you watched the way Taehyungâs jaw was dropped in awe at the sights of the city. He frequently would run ahead and stop at stalls or to look at the Thunder Lizards passing by, calling out to Jungkook who would simply shake his head and continue on with a warm smile at his friendâs antics.
âWow! Jungkook look at them! Thereâs all different sizes and types! They look like big lizards but their so friendly!â Taehyung exclaimed, crouched down under a tree and near a stall off the center of wide plaza area, petting a small two-legged Thunder Lizard that had rolled over on itâs back to receive the attention. Â It was dark in color with two distinctive yellow markings above is eyes and on its muzzle down to its chest.
âThose are Orintholizards. Their small like chickens and can run really fast. Most people keep them as pets. Theyâre actually really good at sniffing things out and they donât get very big.â You explained at Taehyungs side, also crouching down to pet the head of the tiny Thunder Lizard, receiving a enthused trill in return. Taehyung looked towards Jungkook with pleading eyes asking him desperately âCan we keep him Jungkook? He could be very useful in the jungle!â His eyes shone brilliantly and you could see a small pout playing on his lips like a small child. Jungkook simply clicked his tongue before letting out an exasperated sigh and stating âYou will have to care for it and feed it then. I take no responsibility for what happens next, hyung.â Taehyung leapt up from the ground with the tiny lizard in both his hands held out before him, excitedly claiming âIâm going to call you Yeontan! Because youâre dark like coal!â
You got up and strode over to Namjoon, asking what the term was that Jungkook called Taehyung, wondering if it was a term of endearment or a nickname. âItâs a term we Shou use to call someone âbrotherâ and we have different terms for people who are older or younger. Itâs how we show respect.â Namjoon said, his eyes never leaving Taehyung playing with his new pet.
After the small distraction, your party was back on track to your destination, passing the usual shouting merchants, growling Thunder Lizards, and the creak of wooden carts hauling goods towards the Tiryki Anchorage, the shipping hub for the mouth of one of the two rivers that ended in Port Nyanzaru. The air was searingly hot as the sun was overhead and only a few large palms offered relief from the midday sun. Rounding a corner through the ward, you were finally passing the Colosseum and headed north towards the Old City area where the Inn was. When you finally arrived at the inn, Taehyung was once again shell-shocked at something within the city, though this time you wouldnât blame him. There was a giant Thunder Lizard skull used as the awning to the entrance of the Leaping Lizard Tavern and Inn, though you were sure it was rather fake since you have yet to see one of that size in your life. Opening the heavy and ornately carved wooden door, Namjoon fell in behind you, a white-knuckle grip on his quarter staff in hand that he had quickly removed from his belt. You could sense his apprehension for stepping foot in such an establishment and wondered if your previous incident had anything to do with it.
The server would return shortly with a tray full of luscious finger foods, grains, and drink for your party right as you got down to business. Popping a small round berry into your mouth you began, âSo what is this journey youâre going on? Weâve heard some stuff about it but really donât know much else and itâs hard to get you equipment if we donât know where youâre going.â It sounded logical but the truth was, you were just as eager to know the situation as Namjoon. Jungkook spoke for Taehyung, whose cheeks were currently full of flatbread and meat while his new pet was seated in his lap trying to steal his food.
âMs. Silvane sent us here from Baldurâs Gate to resolve the issue of the Wasting Disease. We ourselves are a bit lost as to what it is but know what we can head into Madukka to find out more as they seem to have rumors of Lost Runes hidden in some tomb far in the mountain jungles,â he took a steady sip of his drink, his forearm on the able supporting him as he continued, âTo be honest, we were kind of hoping you guys would have some information about it. Wakonga briefed us and said one of you was a scholar and the other was a fighter so Tae and I had some hope that maybe you guys knew something about it.â
It was true, you did know something but that was up to Namjoon to disclose. No sooner than you had finished your thought, Namjoon spoke.
âI would say that we know a little however, if I tell you, I have a request on behalf of ___ and myself.â
Jungkook leaned in a little further, his eyes growing a little wider in curiosity.
âIf we tell you what we know, you must allow us to join you on this journey.â
If this wasnât the second time you had lost your tea in one day, the third time was going to be happening shortly. You knew it was coming but didnât think he was serious about discussing it then and there or even that you wanted to go with them. You thought it was a fanciful notion that he was having and that he wasnât serious about it. After all, your contract only said until day after tomorrow. Right?
âWoah, woah, woah!â you exclaimed, sitting up promptly from your stooped poster at the table. All eyes were on you. âNamjoon, donât we have other uh, things?â you answered carefully, bringing your voice down. You knew that he had wanted to go into the jungle but your perception of the situation was to go to the jungle with Namjoon ONLY and get the Lost Runes that you needed, then go about your merry way while they solved the other problem. It wasnât to cure some disease.
Namjoon answered with a surprised expression âI figured if we joined forces, we could get what we need to get done. Besides, I actually have someone else I wanted to recruit with us as well.â You downturned your head and pouted. Perhaps it was selfish of you to only want it to be you and Namjoon or perhaps it was because your level of trust with outsiders was already limited after what you had experienced the last few months. Though logically, he was right. The more diverse the party, the easier the quest. It still didnât change your opinion of the situation. Jungkook reiterated this fact and said it would actually be beneficial if you teamed up with them as their skillset was quite different than yours.
âNamjoonâŠâ you trailed off, making eye contact with him before turning to Jungkook. âOkay we will go with you but Iâm only going because he is goingâ you stated matter-of-factly crossing your arms and straightening your posture. If it was something he wanted to do for his sister and mother, it was your job to make it happen. You did owe him your life. Besides, it probably did make sense on his end that they cure the disease first if he really did intend to resurrect them, though you knew he was leaving that part out as a precaution.
Jungkookâs nose wrinkled in a small smile before poking Taehyung and explaining the situation. Namjoon then would fill the two in on what he had learned, unpacking the scroll from his large leather pouch and explaining what they were possibly looking for. You noticed that he left out the part about the Lost Runes and were unsure if that was purposeful or it was because it simply was not relevant to their cause. Jungkook and Taehyung figured that if you were indeed going to make the journey and add an accomplice to the mission of Namjoonâs choosing, it was to make a profit for personal reasons. You took a large bite of flatbread before inquiring more about who Jungkook and Taehyung really were. You had gotten to know where they were from and a little about them but if you were going to trust them in battle, you needed to learn who they were as people.
âWell for starters,â Jungkook began, âweâre both natives of the Sword Coast in Toril, though Taehyung here wasnât born there.â Jungkook ruffled his friendâs blonde locks before Taehyung spoke up, âI was born in the High Forest. Not sure where, but I lived with my human grandma and father on a farm in Greenest in the Greenfields for a while before I moved.â
You had never been to the Sword Coast but had been around the area in Toril before and had ventured through the High Forest on accident. You were 100% sure that only Elves lived there but maybe you were wrong. The fact that he had said "human grandma" ghosted over your head, but Namjoon looked up from a bite of his food briefly to look directly at Taehyung before resuming looking back down to some notes as he ate. Right as you were about to ask about their area of specialty and skillset, Yeontan jumped up to nip Taehyungs finger for preventing him from eating a piece of meat and when he withdrew his hand, it brushed back his hair near the side of his head in the process. Just as you did with Namjoon, you caught a glimpse of his ears.
âYouâre an elf?â you asked as if almost a statement. Right as Taehyung told Yeontan a firm ânoâ, he looked towards you and said âNope! Iâm only half. My mother was an elf but my dad is 100% human but sometimes I question that.â He let loose a laugh accompanied with a boxy grin. You looked over to Namjoon who didnât seem phased in the least bit then to Jungkook, who appeared a few spoonfuls deep in some grain and vegetable dish.
âSo how old are you in Common Years?â
âIâm 39, ____ and Iâve been with Jungkook since he was a baby pretty much,â he said gleefully, poking Jungkooks cheek full of food while Yeontan chattered in his lap.
Jungkook looked up and his brow furrowed before mumbling something along the lines of âAnd if anyone is the baby, itâs youâ with a mouth full of food. It appeared as though the age thing was a soft spot. âNamjoon-ah, youâre just like me too! How old are you in Common Years?â Taehyung inquired, his head cocked delicately to the side, his hands occupied with rubbing Yeontanâs head. Namjoon looked up from the text he was reading and smiled.
â46. So, not too much older. What was your mother?â
âShe was Or-Tel'Quessir, Wood Elf. Iâm not really sure how I happened other than my dad and my mom spent a few years visiting one another and then, BOOP! Out I came. Weird right? Wood elves kinda keep to themselves. I remember living in the High Forest for a little bit but then my mom told me I would stay with my dad so here we are!â
To you, it sounded similar to how Namjoon grew up but different in that he actually lived among elves for a while in contrast to Namjoon, who has been among humans his entire life. You wondered if there were cultural differences between elf races just like humans but decided youâd ask another day. During your exchange, Namjoon seemed to be listening intently and nodding his head in agreement while Jungkook continued to shovel food in his mouth.
âHow about you,â you nodded your head towards Jungkook âAny weird family stories on your end?â He swallowed before responding with a large gulp. âNope, just an ordinary guy from Baldurâs Gate.â Taehyung scoffed and nudged Jungkook with his free elbow, âHeâs really not. He is very humble but hyung here is actually a noble! Can you believe it?!â He seemed rather excited at the statement but Jungkook appeared to choke on his dish, his eyes watering as he squeezed them shut.
Apparently there was more to these guys than you thought.
âSo youâre a noble huh? Makes sense. Fancy armor like that doesnât come cheap,â you pointed to him across the table, your finger tracing faux patterns in the air that mimicked the golden designs across his pauldrons. You werenât sure Jungkook was blushing furiously or was just red from the oxygen deprivation. He put his utensil down and ruffled his chestnut brown tendrils before answering that he was born into one of the many noble families in Baldurâs Gate and grew up training in swordsmanship in order that he would become a future high-ranking military officer in Toril like many other young noblemen did. However, he stated that as he got older, the less he wanted to be a military official and the more he wanted to travel and see the world. He and Taehyung informed you that Taehyungâs family would visit the city to sell their crops and he met Jungkook when he was a mere infant when his family was outside of the Inner Wall, becoming fast friends when he finally moved to the city on his own to study under a resident shaman. They were so different, like night and day, yet they appeared to work in harmony together as they gave you details for some of the quests they had already completed. While Jungkook was an official knight of Toril, Taehyung was an understudy of both his grandmother and the city shaman and was a studious Druid who specialized in Plant Circle, the ability to commune with beasts and nature as well as control it. To you and Namjoon, it appeared as though your party was taking shape in best way.
You and Namjoon also spoke about your skillset and a little bit about where you came from, though you left out the part about being wanted by a tribe back home but that wasnât that big of a deal. Was it? Namjoon explained some more details that you were also unaware of, such as his teaching for the last 10 years as a professor of magic and that he knew 8 different languages with two of them being solely used for runic inscriptions. He also added that he was terrible at dancing, which earned a hearty laugh from all at the table when he described the one time he attempted to dance with his colleagues. Continuing your merriment, the hours passing and the server passing you a few more times, you finally decided to check-in to the inn portion of the tavern for the night.
Walking over to a desk near the back of the tavern, you were greeted by a short, slim woman of about 40 who was filing away papers and keys. She had short pastel pink hair and as it would appear, was most likely a full-elf due to her sharp pointed ears and unnatural haircolor. She smiled up the group of you, asking, âSo how can I help you fine young men and you young lady?â
âWe need three-â you turned around to check your party, who shook their heads vigorously âthree rooms for the night. Do you have any available? We donât need anything fancy.â The woman pulled out a pair of small, round glasses and skimmed through a ledger in hand, her finger running down the pages.
âAh, it would seem I only have two rooms available but I can have them bring extra bedrolls. Would that be alright miss?â
You hesitated.
âUmâŠI guess, so?â
Your eye twitched and you were trying to look calm but inside you were actually rather uncomfortable with two rooms because it meant you and Namjoon would be sharing a room since the inn only had 1 bed per room at most and from what you could tell, they were rather minimal and small. After signing the ledger and each of you exchanging your fee and receiving a room keys, the group of you began to make your way up a separate set of steps to a blocked second story for inn goers. Hobbling up the steps however, you failed to notice a set of brilliant silver eyes watching you in detail from the rafters of the stairs.
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Hello, I wanted to submit something for the christmas event! An scenario in which you try to teach Namjoon how to cook cookies, but it ends up being a (funny) mess (I'm asking for fluff, mostly). Thank you very much for your hard work!
BTS Christmas Drabblesâ #20: Namjoon.
-Making cookies shouldnât be this hard damn-
You giggled to your boyfriendâs complaints, he was kinda cute all bothered by a bit of flour and sugar.
-Thatâs because they arenât hard to make babe- you moved closer to peck his cheek and Namjoon fully turned to grab you between his arm and kiss you for real.
-I deserve it- he said overly satisfied with himself after staining your clothes with flour.
You raised an eyebrow to him amused. -You think you deserve to be kissed like that after literally blowing up my kitchen with fluor?- he bit his lips and shrugged with a smirk, oh how gone were you for him. You got on your tiptoes and pecked his lips lovingly. -Youâre a very spoiled man-
-You made me this way- he said smugly, so you rolled your eyes.
-Alright letâs try to make these again, did you knock over all the brown sugar?-
He looked apologetically at you so you knew you had to replace that.
-Sorry- he said and you laughed.
-Well this assistant is just making everything harder for me-
-Iâll give you a bomb gift after this-
-You better do!- you said laughing and getting busy with the cookie dough again, this time you managed to at least make and shape them not half terrible. The countertop was a dirty mess, Namjoon was covered in almost every ingredient and thanks to him, you were too.
-They look nice- you boyfriend whistled.
-Of course they do, I made them- both of you laughed and he back hugged you.
-But I helped even if it was my first time, arenât you happy it was with you?-
-Oh stop it!- you were going to hit his arm and slipped with the sugar on the floor so both of you ended slipping together and Namjoon almost knocked over the pot with the melted caramel for decoration if you didnât catch his arm first.
-Oh my god Joonie watch out- you fell unceremoniously to the floor and he went to hold the pot in place and promptly burnt his fingers.
-Ouch ouch goddammit!-
-Youâre a potential walking danger, step away from the stove- you tugged at his pants from the floor and dragged him towards the sink to let the cold water run in his hands. -I would like to kindly remind you that we are here to make cookies not to die in the process-
-Iâm trying - he whined and it was the first time you heard him so. The laughter erupted from your lips because what would you do without Namjoon?
Despite the mess you were happy for being with him and not having any chopped finger so you pressed a flour covered finger on his nose and leaned forward to kiss him.
-I know you are⊠thank you for making this day special and not killing us both before christmas-
-This was your idea not mine- he said fake annoyed and then stole another kiss from your lips.
