Genre: Horror Requested by: minsockss (*Attacks you with hugs*)
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"Love, Is A Terrible Curse."
Jeon Jungkook slipped his hand into Park Jimin's own hand, and carefully laced their fingers together, in an attempt to calm him down since he knew how terrified the older boy was. "We got this, Jimin. All we need to do is---" "Holy--Shit. Oh, no." Both males turned around to see Min Yoongi stumbling again, Kim Namjoon catching the older boy by the arm, then wrapping Yoongi's arm around his neck to balance the older boy, and Jung Hoseok grabbed Yoongi's other arm, and mimicking the Namjoon's action he had done. Yoongi panted heavily, his sweat coating his body, while his younger best friends Namjoon and Hoseok did their best to give him loving words of encouragement. "Seokjin hyung, are you sure this is the right place?" Hoseok questioned doubtfully as his eyes scanned the house tens of feet away in front of them. "Jung Hoseok, why do you always assume I'm wrong?" "Because you usually are. Like 95% of the time?" Yoongi mumbled lowly under his breath. Kim Seokjin glared at the younger's comment before turning back to Hoseok. "My mom used to be a black magic artist." Seokjin stated nonchalantly as he shrugged. "She would always take care of the cursed and sick when they visited her here, because she specialized in that kind of stuff." "Wait, what do you mean . . . 'used to?'" Jimin asked, eyes going wide. " . . . She-she practiced black magic, b-before she passed away until . . . sh-she got cursed." Seokjin answered looking at the ground, and new tears breached through his eyelids. As soon as he remembered the situation, however, he quickly wiped at the unfallen tears in his eyes with the back of his hand. "But enough of that-- Basically what I was thinking is my mom must've left some spirits here for them to have a place to live. If we find one that can recognize me, we just might be able get their help in removing the curse from Yoongi." "Sounds easy enough." Namjoon stated sarcastically. "Holy, fuck-- I can't feel my leg anymore-- Ahhh!!!" Yoongi thew his head back, while his face scrunched up in excruciating pain, both Namjoon and Hoseok struggling to keep Yoongi on his feet. Seokjin rushed over to them and lifted Yoongi onto his own back, the younger boy's arms draped around his neck, as Seokjin grabbed the underside of Yoongi's thighs to hold the younger boy up. "I think we should just head out already, so we can find someone to help Yoongi as soon as possible," Seokjin said looking back at his friends who all nodded in silent agreement. "S-Seokjin hyung?" Yoongi asked weakly. "Mhmm?" "What was dad like?" Seokjin froze hearing the younger's words as he hesitated, wondering how in in the world was he supposed to answer. Lie? No, Yoongi had always hated it when the older didn't give him full answers, so that was out of the question. "Dad? Well, from what I remember dad was kind, loving and caring. At least until him and your mom separated at least." Yoongi weakly nodded in understanding. "And what about your mom?" Seokjin almost chocked on air, as the younger boy almost never asked about her. "She was quite . . . . . possessive over dad's love and attention, she often broke promises she made, very violent, she easily and quickly got mad over small things, and she was a big liar. I-I often hated myself because I often made these p-prayers for her to disappear or something to happen to her." Seokjin stopped in his tracks for a moment, harshly biting his lip to keep himself from showing any signs that he was clearly upset. Not knowing what to do, Yoongi mentally panicked at the sight of his older brother crying, and placed a gentle kiss to the area where his neck curves to meet up with his shoulder, jut on top of his collarbone. Yoongi's eyes locked onto the skin of where Seokjin's back started, just below where he placed the kiss, a birthmark that looked like the ones his grandpa always warned him about seemed to be imprinted into his skin. Three claw marks that were parallel to each other, arranged from shortest to longest claw mark. No, there was no way Seokjin was one of them . . . right? Yoongi's thoughts were interrupted when Seokjin smiled at the sweet gesture and turned his head (as much as he could with Yoongi resting on top of his back) to place a gentle kiss onto the younger males' forehead. Yoongi smiled and rested his head on his brother's shoulder. Suddenly, Hoseok ran up to the two and patted Seokjin's shoulder. The older male turned his head and looked at Hoseok curiously. "Uummm, if y-you want . . . I-I could carry Yoongi instead." Hoseok offered awkwardly. ('Why does Hoseok care?') "Naw, it's fine, Hoseok. Besides, he's not heavy anyway." "Seokjin hyyung, how are you so warm?" Hoseok frowned and stopped walking and Seokjin continued carrying Yoongi down the path. He bitterly bit the inside of his cheek as the stupid smile Seokjin gave Yoongi kept popping into his mind ('Wait . . . no, Hoseok-- No. . . you can't do this-- Not again'). The young man rolled his eyes at himself, regretting how stupidly pathetic he sounded. Really, though. Seokjin was Yoongi's brother for crying out loud! However, Hoseok couldn't seem to forget the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, most commonly known as jealousy ('Fuck it; not like Yoongi hyung likes me back anyway'). "Hoseok hyung!" Jungkook called over his shoulder. "Are you coming or not?" "Huh? Oh- uh, yeah. I'm coming . . ."
