Blessed or Cursed?

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The studio was a lot colder than you thought it would be. The leather chair felt cold against your arms and your skin, and goose bumps prickled on your skin.

You were sitting in the studio, listening to the tall male explain what was happening. He seemed settled by the comforting presence of acoustic walls surrounding him. Earlier Namjoon had seemed jittery and maybe even flushed at your close proximity. He looked like he was in his element.

He was cute, more relaxed like this. You blinked as you came to the realisation that you found him cute. Not that he wasn't before. But his unguarded trusting presence, and willingness to bring you to a place that clearly meant a lot to him... even if it was to comfort you and pull some silence into your mind, it still meant bounds to you. It didn't help that your emotions and body were particularly vulnerable after... the Assault.

You swiped furiously at your eyes, trying to stem the tear flow. How embarrassing. But... could you help it? You were just so... relieved. That someone could finally help you and that you could finally TOUCH someone again. Accidentally. Without bars. Without flinching. Without having to deal with the fucking assaults like earlier. That was the closest knick you had come to in a while.

After this... if Namjoon really could help you, you would probably owe him your life.

After a few moments of contemplative silence, with you staring into your folding hands in your lap, thoughts swirling in your head, and Namjoon looking around at all the pockets of his studio– quickly sliding trash and stuffing it into his pocket. The faint sounds of foil scuffing the desk went unnoticed by you, much to his relief.

It wasn't that he was out to impress you, per se, but you were really cute. And Namjoon had a life threatening fatal weakness to cute things.

Also he felt like SCUM for thinking about how cute and squishy you were when you had literally been just fucking assaulted. And choked. And if Jungkook hadn't been there... probably missing, or dead.

He was the first one to break the silence. "Y/N-ssi... let me just introduce myself. Properly this time." You looked up at that, your head flicking up so quickly and adorable eyes momentarily freezing him. He felt like he'd just been shot in the heart by your curious gaze. He cleared his throat and shouldered on, hoping that you hadn't noticed the brief hiccup.  "My name is Kim Namjoon. I'm a student at Bighit University, and the current leader of the Bangtan Coven."

You blinked again, lids falling unevenly in your exhaustion. Coven?

"Coven?" You echoed in your hoarse voice, confused. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, confused on how to continue. The law said he was legally able to tell anyone who was not classified as a human. And he was pretty sure you weren't human, judging by how unaffected you were by Jungkook.

"Yeah. A Coven is a group that had been blood-bound to stay together. Think of it like... a second family. But there's a lot more benefits to us joining together. Like in times of danger, we can sort of sense impending doom or extreme emotions that any of them are experiencing. It's like a destiny fate thing for us to have met," Namjoon's hands moved in the air as he spoke, motioning wildly.

"Magic? Destiny? Fate? " You echoed again, starting to feel like a parrot.

"Yeah.. it's complicated. For another time," he looked distinctly uncomfortable with that. "I'm not too sure how to explain it to someone who's never... known this stuff. Just know that for us to be Coven-linked we all have to possess magic, at least– enough magic to classify as Gifted. Whether it was willingly or organically," Namjoon elaborated. "For example, you probably saw earlier. Jungkook is Cursed with Golden Song. He's been artificially been given magic to well... curse people, pretty much."

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