Prince's Spell

New problems

Ch-35

Jungkook opened his eyes, a familiar sense of confusion and curiosity settling over him. "Again," he muttered to himself, sitting up by the side of the river.

He thought about the recurring dream he had again. "Why do they always come in my dreams?" he wondered aloud, his thoughts filled with images of the seven mysterious figures who appeared in his dreams.

Jungkook sighed and lowered his gaze, focusing on his legs submerged in the cold water. He spoke softly, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of confusion. "Who were those boys?" he mumbled to himself, his mind still trying to make sense of the mysterious figures that had been haunting his dreams.

Jungkook's dream shifted, taking on a different form. This time, he dreamed of a girl, but her face was blurred. He tried to focus on her features, but they remained indistinct, obscured by a hazy veil.

Jungkook awoke with a start, the image of the mysterious girl lingering in his mind. He rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his thoughts. "Who was that girl?" he whispered; his curiosity piqued.

Jungkook mulled over the strange dreams and the mysterious figures that appeared in them. A thought crossed his mind, "Are they...connected?" he wondered aloud.

He leaned back against a tree, his mind replaying the various images of the boys and the girl. He couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important about these dreams, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Jin stood in the kitchen, diligently preparing kimchi alongside the woman he called "mother." He chopped the cabbage and radishes with precision, carefully seasoning the ingredients to create kimchi.

As he worked, a sense of contentment washed over him. He had settled into a comfortable routine with this makeshift family, finding a sense of belonging and security in their company.

Jin stopped in his tracks, the sound of the conversation from the other room catching his attention. He quietly approached the door and paused, listening to the words that floated into the hallway.

"He can't live here any longer," the woman's husband said, his voice stern. "Why can't you understand? He has lost his memories. His parents must be worried for him."

Jin's heart sank as he heard these words. He realized that he wasn't their son, just a stranger that they had taken in out of pity.

"But he is just like our son, he treats me like his mother" The woman said. "I know, I know," the woman's husband replied, his voice still edged with concern. "He's been great, and he treats you like his mother. But he has a family out there, looking for him. We can't keep him here forever."

The woman looked down, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I know, but I've grown fond of him. He's like a son to me."

The woman's husband was firm in his decision, his words filled with resignation. "I know you've grown fond of him, but you have to understand. He has a life somewhere out there, a family, maybe even a lover. We can't keep him here forever. If even a sliver of his memories comes back, we have to let him go back to his real family."

Jin ran out of the house, his heart racing with determination. He darted in different directions, hoping to find at least a hint of his real family. But the more he searched, the more hopeless he felt. The surroundings were unfamiliar, and he had no idea which direction to take.

Unbeknownst to him, he was far from his real family and brothers, miles and miles away from the people he longed to reunite with.

Yoongi was surrounded by children, their joyful laughter filling the air as they played around him. He was now a permanent fixture at the orphanage, having built a strong bond with the kids and the staff.