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party party party! pt. 2

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Taehyung's voice sounded limp to his ears, surprised and weak. "You're.. cursed? Y/N-ssi, did you just say you're cursed or you're cursing ?"

You sighed sadly, slumping against the (now) closed fridge, attempting to tuck your hands in your skirt and clearly failing. Your fingers brushed past the stitched fake pockets. "Who knows at this point? Both, probably. I'm cursed to curse."

Taehyung... didn't understand. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. Filled with thoughts of what was your curse or who were you cursing.

"Yeah, speaking of," you perked up. Right! You had a mission! You came here to do something! "Is Min Yoongi-ssi or Kim Seokjin-ssi doing something to be immune to it? Are you guys taking drugs or something? Park Jimin-ssi was well."

Both Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin had definitely touched you last week, yet the symptoms had failed to exhibit in them. You didn't understand. So now you were asking Taehyung. Your drunk mind thought you were being kind of smart.

Taehyung's mind was connecting the dots. The sudden activity of accidents that had surged out of nowhere, plaguing Yoongi-hyung, Jin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung... had that been your fault? And now you were saying that Jiminie was next? What, did you have targets?

Annoyed fury filled Taehyung. Fierce protectiveness over the other members in his coven wrapped around his heart and squeezed. He felt his magic coat the back of his mouth, rising up in his emotional distress. It's seductive call felt delicious, and he felt the wall of self-control he had worked so hard to build, chip away. Wrestling it back, his eyes flicked up to the writhing dancing crowd through the kitchen door's window. But his thoughts wouldn't stop.

You had been the reason why his hyung's had been having such a difficult time. The reason why Yoongi-hyung had been more quiet recently, more tired from having to expend his energy to deal on this incident. The reason why Seokjin hyung had been cooking less, turning in early to sleep and recuperate his much needed magic. The reason why Namjoon hyung hadn't been able to spend much time with the others, too busy running off to fix the nearest situation. It had been a week since Taehyung had even seen them smile, much less sat them down to have a full conversation with them. Not only were they forced to 'observe' you but not this? You really were the cause of all of their problems, huh?

Had you been causing them? You must've. You had just joined the university and was new to this city, so it coincided with the sudden surge in accidents that had forced the older members to deal with.

He clenched his teeth tightly, fingers digging into the palms of his hands. 

Usually he had impeccable self control over his own abilities, but Taehyung wouldn't forgive anyone causing his hyungs trouble.

His eyes narrowed, glaring at you. Taehyung took a step towards your direction, but you weren't afraid. Something told you he wasn't going to hurt you.

"Y/N-ah... if you pull any of that shit again... I'll make sure you regret it. I know what you've been doing, and you need to stop."

You snorted with annoyance. Did he think it was just that easy? Did he think you chose this? "Look, if you think I could control it, do you think I would? Do you think I want to be like this? I'm trying my best!"

Taehyung stepped closer to you and jabbed a finger at your sternum, harsh and pointed, eyes dark with anger. "Your best isn't good enough, clearly. So fix it."

You scoffed. What does this guy know about my life?

"It's not that easy, dickwad ," you spat back. "You know what? Shut the fuck up, you can't judge me. It isn't even my fault, it was theirs!"