Cursed Fate

Chapter 21- where do we go from here?

(Y/N) POV:

The rest of the week began to whizz by in a similar manner and slowly my walls were crumbling down, quicker with each passing day. I couldn't help the natural ease I felt around them, nor could I stop falling deeper with how I saw them as they truly were; they were just soulmates in love, they weren't the untouchable image uni had made them out to be, they were so much more. They moved and existed in each other's orbit, always gravitating close to one another, always there for one another.

They didn't push me further than I was comfortable and slowly I felt myself grow closer, and I didn't know whether or not they knew, whether they had realised that the bonds were getting stronger, just as it had finalised for Tae that night, and Yoongi when he stared into me, as though he could see my demons and still want me, the bonds were firming, they were solidifying with every moment they were with me.

Every touch felt like my body was being set on fire, sending all my sensations burning, but it was the fire of the hearth, the warmth of something familiar, of home.

But as each day passed, it felt like I was drowning. I was wading through water that kept flooding my lungs, and it didn't matter where I tried treading, there was no sure path under my feet. The day was coming as was the end of the week and even though I tried to hide it, it was going to hurt being separated from my soulmates. It felt like I was going to back to being on the outside, a small glimpse of the world I wanted but perhaps never could have.

But for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be selfish. I wanted to be happy, I wanted to belong. But when they found out who I was, who I truly was, would they still want me?

I was heading off to sleep, Jimin being the person who was sleeping over this night, and we quickly fell asleep, it didn't help the fact that Jimin kept using his telekinesis to wrap me up tightly in blankets, propping up the pillows behind my head and then using it to slightly pull me closer. I just smiled at his antics and when he deemed, I was close enough, I surprised by edging closer a few more inches but it was worth seeing the angelic smile on his face.

I quickly fell asleep, eyes drooping shut mid-observation of how Jimin's cheek was squished on one end, hair falling over his eyes slightly as his thick lips stretched into a gentle smile.

But this night was one of the worst. I bolted upright, the safe cocoon Jimin had wrapped me in now constraining me like a straitjacket, restricting me, making me immobile. My stomach started churning with nausea and rising panic, the immobility dragging on the lingering remnants of my nightmare into my consciousness. I couldn't move, couldn't get free and then suddenly the blankets were unravelling themselves around me, pushed down to the edge of the bed. Even though I registered at the back of my mind that it was Jimin, he'd woken up, I hurried to my feet and stumbled to the bathroom, throwing open my bedroom door, the slam just white noise as I threw open the bathroom door and hunched over the toilet, stomach emptying itself with violent spasms that brought tears to my eyes. Whatever little strength or adrenaline had propelled me here vanished and my legs gave out, colliding harshly with the tiled floor before my stomach turned again, I was throwing up again. At the back of my mind I registered the sensation of my hair gently being pulled away from my face, a hand settling to rest on my back rubbing soothingly as my stomach continued to somersault. When my stomach had emptied itself, I slumped backwards, boneless as I sagged against a firm chest.

My head was spinning, and my heart was erratically beating, the nightmare managing to linger and ensnare my even when I was awake, the feeling of spiralling out of control and a malicious smile that flashed behind my eyes.

Slowly me ears began to register that someone was speaking, that the light suddenly flashed open, a brightness that had me wincing and recoiling, trying to shield my eyes. I heard a set of footsteps before someone crouched in front of me, their frame blocking out the glare of the light as they hovered over me.