cold feet [1]

eight

Taehyung's point of view

You were jealous.
What?
They were holding hands.
So? People can do that.
You were jealous.
I was not!
You said nothing that they couldn't know. You just didn't want them to remember.

I admit, maybe, I was annoyed at the two being so close. But I had other reasons. Jimin already knew too much about my curse, it had created so much chaos in the year I spent with him. It was dangerous to have them know. Jungkook's forward questioning was a new challenge that worried me. He asked each question with such an innocent craving for knowledge that I felt my control slip away and want to blurt everything out to him. I knew those who controlled my fate would not be happy if I spilled every detail of this whole fucked up situation.

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You are about to get scolded, I'd wake up.

I was woken at 6am in the morning, by a very familiar presence. It was one you could feel from ten miles away, one that made you feel weak and small. And I knew exactly who it was.

"Mother please..." I mumbled, keeping myself slouched on the mattress, too tired to move.

"Don't slouch, it's bad for your back."

"So is this damn mattress, that doesn't change." I let my eyes drift open, straightening myself up so that I could get a proper look at the person standing in front of me. "Why are you here?" I was unable to meet her gaze, it stayed strong and piercing. Similar to Jungkook's. She wore simple clothing, a pair of ripped jeans and a loose tank top. Her hair flowed like a waterfall down her back. The same colour as mine was, but much brighter and it physically glowed.

"I came to check up on you. Warn you even." I became more alert at the mention of me doing something wrong.

Did she know I had told Jungkook? But I erased his memory!

"What did I do?" She sighed, rubbing her unwrinkled forehead.

"You did nothing, not yet anyway. It's that boy, Jungkook." That got my full attention. My mother never interfered with my fate, never even remembered any of the people I had met. Yet here she was, knowing Jungkook's name. "He's not like the others."

"I'm aware," I grumbled under my breath.

"Don't mumble."

"Sorry... I am aware..." She gave a nod of gratitude before continuing.

"You like him, am I correct?" I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to reply.

"No..." Though even I could tell it sounded completely unbelievable. My mother's eyes flashed with anger at the sign of me holding back the truth.

"What have I told you about lying young man!" She scolded.

"Young?!" I scoffed, throwing my head back and laughing. She stopped glaring, her expression softening. "You have nerve saying that," I growled, tempted to push her away. She saw this in my eyes and bowed her head.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't want this. But I can't change fate, and I also can't change the past." I nodded slightly, looking down at my feet, which felt soft after being washed the previous night, though the lack of footwear kept them cold. "You need to start being careful with him. Don't get so close to him. I can't say much, and I can't give you much. But there is one thing I can give you... One thing that might brighten your spirits. Consider it a late birthday present." She walked forward. Gesturing for me to take her hand. I obeyed, placing my hand in hers. Her skin was warm and soft, like a young child's. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip and humming quietly. Then opened her eyes again, they flashed gold, but only for a second. "One touch. I'll grant you. But use it wisely, for once it's used. It can't be used again."