𝑀𝓎 𝒮𝓁𝓎𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃 (My Slytherin) || •PJM• ✔️

Prophecy

The pain in Jimin's body doesn't matter. All that matters is her.

He holds up his wand despite the shaking his arms do in protest. As soon as he woke up, he rolled out of bed and managed to get down here. His body's on fire. Every single cell hurts: and no, he's not exaggerating. He literally needed to have both his arm and leg get snapped back into place. His arm's broken, a sling around it, his knee was dislocated. If it wasn't for the magic, he wouldn't even be standing right now.

Chantelle and Y/n's parents stare at him in surprise while he faces them. Y/n on the other hand is begging him to leave, to get to safety - but he can't. Not when she's in danger. He knows he probably won't survive this. If not from the internal bleeding he's probably suffering from right now, then from fighting these three ultra powerful wizards. Much more powerful than he'll ever be.

"Pil-woo," Chantelle says, "you're Pil-woo's boy."

"And you're the one who wants to kill my girlfriend. Nice to know we're acquainted with each other. Get the fuck away from her please and thanks," Jimin replies with a dismissive eye roll. If he's gonna die, he's gonna die sassily. Jimin glances down at Y/n, who's bawling her eyes out. "It's all gonna be okay honey, I promise," he says, "I love you. Remember that baby, I love you so much."

She whimpers, "I love you too."

"How sweet," her mother says with a fake gag.

"I'll kill you if you hurt him!" Y/n shouts.

Her mother steps away from her, the girl getting onto her knees. "You'd risk yourself for him of all people? You'd kill me for hurting a stupid Slytherin?" her mother asks.

Y/n wobbly stands and raises her fists, "He's not a stupid Slytherin." She turns to gaze at him with a determined expression. "He's my Slytherin."

All three of them laugh, not paying any mind to the others fighting behind them. Jimin grips his wand as tightly as possible, preparing to attack. Then, more sparks pop off around them. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and Hoseok. They're here. They're fighting. Jimin brightly smiles and watches Y/n's parents whip around, blocking attack spells they use. "Hold them at bay! I'll handle the Slytherin then you kill the girl!" Chantelle says. The parents are quick to obey, sprinting towards Jimin's four friends. Even though they have the parents outnumbered, it'll be a tough battle. But not as tough as the battle Jimin's about to have.

Y/n comes up next to Jimin. Despite her being wandless, she raises her fists. "Go help the others," Jimin says.

"What? I'm not letting you fight him alone-"

"Baby," he softly interrupts. Chantelle watches with a smirk, raising his wand. "Go."

She stares into his eyes and sniffles, nodding. "I love you, Jimin," she whispers.

"I love you too hon... I'll see you soon." She casts Chantelle one last nervous glance before dashing to the others, picking up a wand from the ground once she's a few feet from the other battle.

Jimin shifts his attention back to Chantelle, the man peering at Jimin with a mix of anger and pride in his eyes. "Pil-woo's son, look how far you've come," he says with a tongue click, "from parentless to facing down the most powerful wizard in the world. How's it feel?"

"I can't really feel anything right now, so I'll get back to you on that," Jimin replies, casting a single spell.

Chantelle blocks it. "Weak." Jimin gulps. Shit.