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"Y/N-ssi!" Jungkook's panicked tone made you flip your head over to him, look surprised.
"Yes?" You asked, voice sounding funny. You passed it off as residual hoarseness from the choking and trauma from earlier.
"You're crying!" He replied back in shock, doe eyes fearful. Though that may have just been more due to the fact that you were a female, and you had picked up from your minimal interactions that he seemed a teeny bit terrified of those.
You blinked rapidly, hot dewdrops sticking to your eyelashes at the subtle flutter. Reaching up, you pressed your fingers to your face and felt thick rivulets of beaded water spilling from your eyes. Continuously. They tumbled down your fingernails at the gentle touch.
Ah. So you were crying. You hadn't even realised it.
You tilted your head back to stop the tears from falling down your skin and blinked at the ceiling, trying to stem the flow. Your vision blurred.
The overwhelming relief of the fact that someone, anyone, could help you with your fucking curse was... monumental. It was like the heaviest weight in the world had just been tossed off your heart. The idea that you'd be able to walk around normally, hug someone, feel someone's skin against yours and not have to worry about them kidnapping you or maybe even killing you- the mere thought of it was enough to dissolve you.
When was the last time you had hugged somebody?
Your mother, at the airport.
"Look, bug. Who knows when you're going to touch another human again? Like properly hug another human?"
Your mother had been right.
As a naturally affectionate person, locking those instincts inside of you had been hard. How many times had you almost casually hugged Jae-su? Snatching your hand back from patting Cheung-yi's back after she choked? Your skin always seemed to be cold and no matter how many times you rubbed your hands up and down your arms or how many blankets you piled onto yourself. Even in the steaming shower, you still felt like your skin was cold. How romantic. Cold without the touch of others, the one thing you could not afford.
"Y/N-ssi, please stop crying!" The panicked tone of Jung Hoseok echoed in the empty dance floor, his thumbs wiping your tears away as he held your face in his hands. The warmth felt nice on your cold skin. You blinked rapidly, trying to wrestle the swarm of emotions back into your chest. The relief of... expelling emotion felt good. Satisfying.
Everytime you thought you managed to control the flux of tears, Namjoon's careful words repeated back in your head.
"Y/N-ssi, it sounds like you've been cursed with the Curse of Enthralment. I think... I can help you."
The Curse of Enthralment. That certainly sounded like it fit. Also it made so much goddamn sense you were cursed and not just... defective. Or were those two words synonymous?
"Hyung!" The youngest, Jungkook, sounded just as frantic as Solmi's boyfriend– if not more. "Do something!"
"I don't know what to do!" Hoseok answered back, his tone pitching up. "Y/N-ssi! Please stop crying!"
Jimin sighed, scooched closer to you and nudged Hoseok aside. Fishing a handkerchief out of his jeans pocket, he gently carressed your face and dried your tears. "There. Stop crying now, okay?"
The feeling of someone taking care of you felt foreign... and strange. As nice as it felt, it did next to nothing to quell your tears.
"W-why," you hiccuped, "why are you being so nice to me? I just told you what I do and it's-"
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trivia: cursed | BTS
Fiksi PenggemarWhat is touch to you? You didn't think you were that special until you realised that you were cursed. With attractiveness. Not beauty, not presence, but all-encompassing rationale-ridding attractiveness. With a brush of your skin, people became obse...
