Nightingale | Hyung line FF✔

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"One.... Two.... Three... Four..." She sighed. "Five... six... seven.... Eight..." She stopped, suddenly. "Brigsby! I don't want to play this game anymore." She whined as she turned on her heels and stomped off, returning to the fountain where she sat down and crossed her arms. Her soft baby blue dress brushing the ground at her feet.

She was too old for these games. Her 13th birthday was here and she was starting to show her mood swings.

"Nightingale... Sweet Nightingale. What's wrong? And don't feed me your tales. I want honesty my dear." Brigsby said softly, sitting beside her as he pulled her in for a hug.

"Why doesn't he come anymore? I want to see him again, Brigsby. Birthdays aren't fun without him." She started to cry, but she didn't understand why. Brigsby knew though. She had formed a bond with him, and that was the goal- but he knew the Master couldn't be around anymore- not till she was ready for the life ahead of her.

"Calm, Nightingale. It will be alright. You know you'll see him again, and you'll get to see the other Masters who send you gifts. Don't fret sweet child." He tried to comfort her, as he'd been doing since she turned 6, when he no longer could come to see her as often. She didn't understand it, but the pain didn't go away.

As years passed and she grew, things only became more confusing for the girl. She'd healed a bird, she'd made flowers in the garden die when she got upset and screamed out her frustration. She then brought the new flowers that had been planted to life when she got her gifts from Namjoon and the other Masters.

She couldn't explain it, Brigsby tried to explain it with one simple tell-

"You're special, little Nightingale. Your journey, your life will be an adventurous one." He told her every single time. Of course he didn't tell her about the books he kept on her progress, the pictures he took and then would send along with the trusted employee the Masters would send to gather what Brigsby had for them.

The older she grew the more strange things became, like the tornado that knocked all the power out of the mansion.

"Brigsby!" She called to him, the newly 18 year old was scared as it grew more vicious outside. It was very late in the evening. She was never allowed out of the grounds so when she ran downstairs and found the front doors wide open, the rain poured inside- well it spooked her more and more. She hurried forward, bare feet and her pale periwinkle toned nightgown clinging to her body. Her hair whipped around her as the wind nearly knocked her over. Outside, it was darker than usual for this time of night, Brigsby- the young woman's caretaker was still nowhere in sight.

"Brigsby!!" She called extra loud, a sudden thunder strike left her with no choice but to try and push the front doors closed. She heaved her body against them, soaked from the rain and getting more soaked as the minutes rolled on. Finally from the back hall came the man's voice.

"Nightingale? Oh my dear.... Here, step aside, step aside." Brigsby pushed the doors closed and locked them up tight. He heaved a breath out and crouched down.

"Brigsby, you didn't answer me." She looked at him sadly, still scared.

"I'm sorry my dear. Please.. please Nightingale.. Come, let us have tea." Her caretaker led her onward, into the parlor where he sat her down with a cup of tea. As her fear and nervousness left her, the night sky opened up and showed it's beautiful stars. Brigsby took her back to bed and left her to sleep once more. He retreated downstairs and picked up the phone in the office, dialing the only number he could.

"Hello. Ah, Master Jin. Yes. Yes Master, it happened again. Ah, yes.... Yes I'll hold." He chewed on his lip as another voice came over the phone. "Master Yoongi. Oh, he is? Oh my... alright. And Master Hoseok.... Oh? Him too? That's not good. I'm sorry Master. Yes, a storm this time. I fear the girl is going to have a breakdown soon." He paused, listening in. "No Master. No, she's just... very strong. She might not make- I understand that Master. Yes, will do. Yes, pick up is ready." He hung up the phone and sat in the large leather chair behind the desk. Brigsby cleaned his glasses and sighed, his head and heart full of worry.