Cursed|| BTS AND GOT7 FANFICTION

||TWENTY FIVE||

Candy panted as her feet pounded against the ground. Jasmine turned the corner in surprise and smiled before Candy ran past. 

"Candy?! Is that Diana?! Wait is that blood?!" Jasmine asked, running to catch up.

"We have a code Blue, get a bed ready, now!" Candy yelled, watching Jasmine open her wings and push off. Please don't leave us Diana, Eomma's got you, Candy thought, glancing down at the unconscious Natu.

"Ariana, will she be okay?" Yoongi asked nervously. he kept glancing from the pool of blood to Ariana. 

"I - I don't know..." Ariana trailed off. Yoongi stared at the hallway, not feeling Hoseok move next to him. 

"The only thing we can do is hope hyung. We can't do anything else," Hoseok said softly, his hand moving to grab his. Yoongi nodded slowly and tucked his head underneath Hoseok's chin, feeling his arms circle his frame protectively.  

Kylie stared at the ground blankly, feeling off. She glanced up and saw a black mist fade away. Her eyes narrowed and she blinked once, but whatever was there was already gone.

Chris huffed as he materialized in front of the castle, red eyes bouncing around. He snarled at a small demon that tried sneaking up behind him and sauntered off, a cat-like smirk growing on his face. 

"Chris! I believe everything worked out, yes?" The King said, a small twinkle in his eyes.

"Well, the Pukwudgie was a good choice but Diana got severely injured. I feel like this is a good thing, or is this not what you wanted for your dear little sister Apollo."

"I could care less about what happened to her-"

"Seems harsh."

"Quiet you! As if you're any better. You betrayed her and your soulmate!"

"We don't speak of that!" Chris yelled out at the topic of his soulmate. Apollo smiled.

"I hope you do realize that fate has twisted her string to tie to another. You lost her, and you can't do anything about it-"

"I said SHUT UP!" Chris yelled, drawing his sword and cornering Apollo in a corner. Apollo laughed and sneered in his face. 

"You can't handle the truth, can you Chris?" 

"Oh you mean how you decided to kill your sister and her protege to become Natu after you failed last time?"

"Do not push me Chris. You have been my loyal follower since day one and it would be a pity to lose you in this petty fight."

"If it's petty, then why are threatening me?"

Apollo snarled and shoved Chris harshly, throwing him off balance and he drew his sword. Chris' chest heaved and he lunged, striking left. Apollo dodged and was ready to strike before a low, resounding knock filled the room. He glared at Chris before barking out an impatient 'yes'. The door opened to reveal a tall woman, her wings black as the night. 

"Yes Miya, what is it?"

 "Arianna told me of the situation with the Natu and I went to go investigate. The Natu is making a recovery and I keep having visions of a war," Miya said in a calculated tone, her eyes looking at Apollo skeptically. 

"A war? Between whom?"

"Us. Us and the Volatus' sir."

"Who won?"

"My visions don't tell me sir, I can only see to a certain extent."

"Very well, you are dismissed Miya." Apollo said as Miya bowed slightly and walked out, shutting the heavy obsidian door with a thud.

"A war?" Chris asked.

"Yes, it seems so. I will need you in the battle lines. See yourself as fortunate today comrade. because next time, I will not show mercy."

"Mercy?! I could've killed you if it weren't for Miya coming in!" Chris shouted indigently. 

Apollo turned and glared at him, his eyes turning from brown to fully black. Chris stared back before his eyes widened and broke eye contact.

"You know I hate it when you use your powers on me Apollo."

"Then do not test me Chris. You are dismissed."

"How are you feeling?" Namjoon asked softly, moving to sit next to Diana.

"I could feel better but I'm not complaining," Diana joked, smiling softly at him. Namjoon hummed and smiled back easily. 

"Namjoon-ah..."

"Yes?"

"Did you faint when I was hit?" Diana asked softly, looking up and seeing Namjoon flush.

"I - it wasn't for long. It was quick..." He trailed off in his sentence and looked down. Diana examined his face and sighed, touching his shoulder.

"It was said, that humans were made with a second of everything. Second head, second set of arms and such. The Gods, or Volatus, decided to spilt every human since they were too strong together. When this happened, the humans then didn't feel complete and searched for their other half. People say its a legend, but it's the truth. We all have soul mates. You might not have noticed but Seokjin and Candy are soulmates. So is Yoongi and Hoseok."

Namjoon stayed silent for a while, processing this information. "I don't get it? Why are you telling me this?" He decided to ask after a while. Diana smiled softly and looked down.

"I can't tell you," She said in a small voice. "It is against our laws Namjoon, but please think it over." Namjoon nodded and stared at Diana. "I'm sorry I'm feeling tired now, can you leave so I can get some sleep?" 

"Of course, sleep well Diana."

"Thank you Namjoon."

Marisol leaned against the door listening in on the conversation.

"That seemed like a good story," Jackson whispered.

"Idiot! Diana just told him something life changing!" Youngjae whispered back.

"Hey! I'll have you kno-

"Will you both be quiet?!" Marisol hissed. They both nodded solemnly and leaned back. Marisol pressed her ear against the door and heard footsteps. Her eyes widened as she scrambled back. "Move! Someone's leaving the room!" She hissed before standing up and running out. Youngjae quickly followed suit, leaving behind Jackson. Jackson moved to get up when he froze hearing the door open. 

"Jackson? What are you doing?" Namjoon asked, closing the door behind him.

"Oh! Me?"

Namjoon raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. 

"I- uh- I lost my- my contacts! Yeah! I lost my contacts but I don't think it's here so I'll go check over there! Bye!" Jackson said quickly before running down the hallway. Namjoon stayed still, confused and only one question came up.

  Does Jackson even wear contacts?