trivia: cursed | BTS

prologue

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The first time you woke up in the arms of a stranger, you were understandably very confused. The last thing you remembered was walking home from school, the metallic echo of the last bell still ringing in your mind. That was the last coherent memory you possessed. Everything after that was impossible to decipher if it was fictitious or reality. A heavy cloth of your mouth, cold shuddering in your lungs, faint screaming, raw skin chafing against yo– you realised with a jolt that you were not alone.

"Shhh, don't worry, don't worry, I'll take good care of you, pretty pretty princess-" a stranger babbled, stroking your hair. Disorientated, you made a noise of protest and tried to shift out from the heavy ivory blankets, but sweaty arms tightened around your breasts, caging you to their body. A distinctly female voice curved around the shell of your ear and began to hoarsely whisper nonsensical compliments. "You're so beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen-"

Finally awake, you kicked away from the stranger frantically, taking note of how you were no longer in your school uniform. Instead, it appeared as if she had undressed you and clothed you in a ratty grey-ish gown. You were too jittery and scared to register the pain that hit you once you thudded against the ground, duvet still tangled around your calves.

An adult woman on the bed fixed her bloodshot eyes on you, heavy eye bags indicating that it had clearly been a while since she had slept. Her hair looked like a nest and– to put it shortly, she looked psychotic. Twitching hands, chapped lips, unfocused irises. It took her a while to register that you had slipped out of her arms. If you were just a little bit more awake, you probably would've looked for a weapon to defend yourself, but only questions filled your mind.

"Who are you? What the hell did you do to me?" You attempted to demand in a strong voice, but it came out more as a weak warble.

"N-no, come back, please I need you," she nearly screamed, wrapping her own arms around herself and rocking back and forth. Dragging her jagged dirty nails down her cheek, hot tears began to bloom. "I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love-"

Terrified, you grabbed your discarded school bag and sprinted out of her bedroom. Barging through the paper thin wooden door, and practically bouncing off the powdery walls, you skittered down the dilapidated stairs and into the open street. You didn't stop running, not until you were at least a good mile away. But even then you swore you could hear her anguished wails and thumps of her head slamming against the wall.

You didn't even know her! You had to report her to the police. But you had left much too quickly to take note of the address, and her appearance was too generic to be distinguished. ("Yes officer, she had brown eyes, brown hair and clammy skin. And....I think she was human.")

Distraught, you realised that the sun was rising. Rising. Whoever that woman was, she had knocked you unconscious for an entire night. God knows what she had done to you while you were unconscious.

And that was the first time you realised you were cursed. Actually and genuinely cursed.

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