𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓼' 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂

Chapter 21

~(Y/N) POV~

We all had to go back inside as it was starting to get a little too cold, for me, the demons and vampires at least. The others were perfectly warm and I was a little jealous. I decided to make a fire to warm us up and it worked.

The comforting yellow and orange light filled up the burgundy living room and illuminated the chairs suited for the princes. The expensive colorful paintings that hung on the walls brightened.

Taehyung requested, his tail slowly wagging side to side, "Could you read to us, (Y/N)?"

The others joined in agreement, looking a little too excited to listen to me read out loud. They all sat down on the rug in front of me and looked at me with bright eyes and child-like smiles. I blushed while laughing lightly at their reactions and said, "Alright. Which one do you want to hear?"

Jin then says, "Romeo and Juliet!"

Namjoon groans, or growls,  in response, and I ask, "What's wrong with Romeo and Juliet?"

He rolled his yellow-amber eyes and replied, "Well, all that heartache and pining and..ugh."

I smirk in return and reply, "Then I guess you can go to bed and I may read to the others."

Namjoon looks at me with shock as if he wasn't expecting me to reply like that. He shifted in his seat and looked away embarrassed. I laugh lightly and I say, "Let me go get the book, alright? I'll be right back."

They all nod with a smile and I smile back. I then go out of the warm living room and to my room, smiling as I recall our fun in the snow. Seeing Taehyung and Jungkook throw snowballs at each other in the air was very entertaining.

Jimin trying to throw a few at Hoseok was pretty amusing, seeing that Jimin then ran away screaming mercy while giggling.

Yoongi and Namjoon hid behind a few trees but Namjoon joined in after Taehyung had thrown a snowball at him. Yoongi stayed out of sight the entire time, at least from what I noticed.

I snap out of my recent memory and looked for Shakespeare's tragedy. As I look at the bookshelf in my room, I hear a clinking sound behind me. It sounded like porcelain or glass hitting together. I quickly spun around to see a small teacup and plate in the middle of the floor.

I walk to it slowly and got on my knees to gently pick it up. It must be the boys' teacup and I'd rather not ruin it. As I cradle the beautiful white cup, I turned it around to view every white and gold detailed side.

As I look closely, it looks as if the cup had closed eyes. It was gold and slightly wavy. And the most unexpected thing happened.
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The teacup had opened its eyes and said in a young boy's voice, "Hi, (Y/N)!"

My eyes widen in surprise and I almost dropped the teacup- boy? I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and the teacup continues, "I don't mean to scare you! I'm Chip! Pleased to meet you!"

I blinked a few times before smiling softly. I then reply, "It's..nice to meet you too, Chip."

My door opened to show a small trolley with sugar, milk, and the most gorgeous teapot I've ever seen. I then hear a woman's voice, "Oh, Chip! You must be careful next time! You could've made another crack."