Princes charming (Bts x reader)

Too.

Still third perspective:

"...Hoseok-your hair" Jimin breathlessly says from the aura Hoseok was giving off.

After Jimin broke the ice, Jiwoo jumped back into an attack position, her rabbit transforming into the hat once again.

"Wha-oh that. It happens sometimes" Hoseok says, feeling his black hair that was emitting a dark mist.

The area's natural light returns instead of the pitch black that enveloped the four.

"I didn't know that still happens. You were handling it so well" Jimin smiles, punching his shoulder, making Hoseok smile.

"You have magic?" Taehyung excitedly asks.
"Not really. I can't do anything with it. It's just when I get super angry or upset" Hoseok explains.

"The Jung family doesn't have magic" Jiwoo darkly states, ready to attack when anything happens.
"So you did hear about me" Hoseok smiles, feeling happy that someone knows who he is.

"It's not magic. It's from a miracle flower" Jimin explains.

"What happened?" (Y/N) and Yoongi came running after seeing the huge black source.

"It's nothing" Hoseok says, feeling embarrassed from his disgraceful side effect. Something he didn't want to show, especially to (Y/N).

He is to never show anyone. Only Jimin and Yoongi really knows.

Jiwoo keeps her mouth shut, watching this play out. What good was it to tell the other two anyway? Only she can do anything. Not a sheltered prince and a dwarf.

But should she drop it? It doesn't seem like anything dangerous.

Even (Y/N) drops it, after scanning the area.

She didn't recognise that kind of magic either. Not even dark magic looked like that.

But (Y/N) was put on high alert for the surrounding area.

She didn't fall asleep, keeping guard of her friends.

"You should sleep" Jiwoo tells her, sitting next to her after tiptoeing past the sleeping people.
"I'm fine" (Y/N) says, yawning in between her sentence.
"That didn't count" she quickly adds on.

"Seriously. I'll keep watch" Jiwoo nods.

(Y/N) didn't want to argue back and forth, but she had to keep an eye open on whatever magic that was earlier.

"Where'd you learn your magic?" (Y/N) asks as she adds another stick to the slow burning fire.

Jiwoo keeps her silence as she stares at the fire.

"I learned through my father" (Y/N) fills the silence with information of her own. This captivates Jiwoo's attention, keeping her ear open as she stares at the fire.
"Well-not entirely" she adds on.

Jiwoo could've sworn that (Y/N) sounds different. Like a hidden memory locked somewhere in her brain.

'I probably heard that voice before' Jiwoo thinks hard.

She looks over at the green dwarf again.

Still exactly the same.

"You do magic? Is that a troll thing or...?" Jiwoo drops the itch in her brain, turning her eyes back to the fire.
"Something like that" (Y/N) shortly answers.
"So you're like the Wicked witch of the West?" Jiwoo chuckles at her own joke.

"She's real and her name's the Fairy Princess" (Y/N) sulks at her misfortune.

"...Wait...how do you know that story?" (Y/N) slowly realises, looking at Jiwoo.