Give it to Me

32. Awake

✯SEOKJIN✯

Finally entering his chambers, he was pleasantly surprised to find the furniture clean and the bed made for him. He was grateful the enchantments of the castle were always active, because he really didn't feel like crashing on a cold mattress after that whole day. He still felt drowsy from the potion which Taehyung had been forcing him to ingest, and his mind hadn't completely cleared up, yet. The countless drinks he had swallowed up during the Ceremony certainly didn't help his overall state. He shouldn’t have had any to begin with… though the drinking had become somewhat of a refuge, over the years. He summoned a fire in the small chimney facing his bed, then headed to his privatized bathroom.

The Tournament was over. Seokjin felt relief from knowing he wouldn’t have to go back to Mahoutokoro, not if he could avoid doing so, like he had done so well in the past few years. Of course, being back brought along tons of happy memories of his shared youth with his best friends. However, it also attracted everything else back as well, things he believed to be in the past, that he’d permanently rid himself from.
It was a fool’s illusion to think he could ever forget the pain his brother caused him. Seokjin had always believed him to be alive somewhere, even after all the reassurance he got from Namjoon and Yoongi.

He believed his twin to be hidden away in a fortress of solitude; much like the one he had been hiding himself – or at least his feelings – for years. Buried behind booze and humor. They should have listened to him. Seokjin warned them, hundred times over, that Seok-jin was alive. That he never stopped feeling him. Unfortunately, he let his friends convince him otherwise, overtime. He should have insisted.

The damn bow was in danger, again. What the heck did Seok-jun even plan to do with it? Their ancestor had cursed it. Any descendant of their line who would use it would inevitably lose their own soul to it. Why? Why would he think himself immune to the curse? Seokjin would often say his brother lacked a soul, that he didn’t have the spark within that made him human. He knew it was an exaggeration on his part… did his brother truly believe that, though? How could he not fear losing himself to the object? Seok-jun was always so damn proud, condescending; he thought himself worthy of the bow, the true heir of their shared ancestor, its creator. It was imperative the bow remain out of sight. Otherwise, everyone he cared for, including himself, would pay the price. Namjoon. Yoongi. Y/N. Jungkook.

His eyes wandered to his left, instinctively. From its small bay, he could see the window of your chambers, across from his, looking minuscule due to the distance between the two towers in which your quarters were respectively located. The lights were off. You must have been asleep, he noticed you had left in the early hours of the night; he also noticed Yoongi following you, he could only imagine what had happened since. He envisioned you both asleep, in your chambers, probably saddened by Yoongi's imminent departure.

He envied you for having someone to hold. He begun undressing himself, carefully folding his clothes over the metallic hanger between the sink and the bath.

   "Aguamenti," he whispered as he pointed his wand directly inside the ceramic tub. Hot water appeared out of thin air, filling his tub to the rim.
He grasped a few potions from the cabinet, mixing up a few vials and dropping the content in the water. Magical bubbles started mixing in the water, changing its colours constantly. He stepped into the rainbow liquid and found a comfortable position.  He was exhausted, but he knew he shouldn't fall asleep in the bath.  He was merely trying to cure his numbness through the potions he had dispersed in the water, which begun affecting his body almost immediately. He felt his muscles relax, finally evacuating the remainder intoxicating potion Namjoon had concocted specially to sedate him.