Prince's Spell || BTS FF ✔️

Bonus 3

.The brothers were sitting together when Taehyung spoke up, "I wonder how are they." Jungkook got confused and spoke up, "Who?" Jin sighed softly, leaning his head against the couch. Hoseok whispered softly, "those people who stayed with us when we lost our memories."

Jimin pursed his lips together, "I don't think she would like to look at me this way now...like this" he points at his burned wings. Others chuckled, "It was a girl, huh?" Taehyung teased. Jimin rolled his eyes, "She was younger than me...like a sister." Jimin muttered.

Jin spoke up, "I was with a couple...the woman was really attached to me...the man was the same, but he was more worried for me to return to my family safely, so he didn't stay so attach to me." Others' gazes softened. "Do you miss her?" Yoongi asked softly. Jin nodded, looking down.

"We all do! We all at some point miss those people or whomsoever we lived with that time. They took care of us even though we were just strangers. And they were also attached to us just like we were." Namjoon said, his brothers agreed with him. "Then should we go to meet them?" Hoseok suggested.

"Good idea!" They all agreed.

***

— A week later —

With peace restored and the kingdom finally quiet, the seven brothers decided it was time to return — not as princes, but as the people they had been for six forgotten months.

Each took a separate path, riding in royal carriages with guards by their side, heading back to the places where they had once lived with borrowed names, stolen memories, and temporary homes.

Jin's Return

As Jin's carriage rolled into the village, whispers stirred among the people. Who could it be? A noble? A knight? A prince?

A woman at the well wiped sweat from her brow as she drew water. Just as she turned, her foot slipped.

Before she could fall, strong hands caught her by the shoulders.

"Careful," said a familiar voice.

She laughed softly in gratitude, until she looked up — and froze.

"Oh... oh my goodness!"

The boy she had once loved like her own stood before her, now a prince in every way — but still him. The same warmth in his eyes, the same gentle smile.

Her hands trembled as they reached for him. "You came back..."

He smiled warmly at her, gently holding her hands.
"I'm sorry for being so late..." he whispered. "You should be more careful. If I hadn't come, you might've gotten injured."

Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed his head like she used to.
"You are home," she whispered with tears brimming in her eyes.

Just then, the door creaked open, and her husband stepped out. His eyes widened at the sight before him — and narrowed just as quickly. He walked forward cautiously, pulling his wife slightly behind him.

His voice was sharp. "Did you lie to us about your identity all along?"

Jin's gaze softened. He stepped back and gave a respectful bow before standing tall once more.
"Everything I told you," He said quietly, "was the truth. I did lose my memories... but now I know who I am."

The man still looked wary. "So... who the hell are you?"

The guard behind Jin stiffened, one hand twitching near his sword, but Jin lifted his hand calmly, signalling him to stay back.