You were dazed to put it lightly. It was hard to wrap your head around what just happened within the window of the past 5 minutes at least. First, you were sat waiting your turn to cast your spell. Then, you were casting it in the single room and with sudden pain and tattoo wrapping around your wrist as a physical sign of a successful contract, you looked at the back of the person who was transported into the room with you.
You were happy, for only a split second before the person spoke and the voice was far too familiar to you. You felt your heart shoot up into your throat as they turned around.
"Jungkook?" You spoke, shaky voice. Disbelief was so strong as he met your gaze.
"What in the hell are you doing here? No, wait, where the hell is here? Where am I?!" He screamed as his eyes locked into your own shaking ones, the same moment you locked onto his wrist. The same mark, the same tattoo. "Did you do this to me?!"
"I-" you stammered. You didn't know what to say, or how to say it. How could you explain the situation to a fuming dragon-boy who clearly hated your guts? He started stomping towards you before he grabbed your collar, pulling you to your toes. "Jungkook, stop it!"
"What did you do, Salem!!" He spits. You lost your own temper as you screamed at him.
"Release me!" Promptly he did. Dropping you almost immediately as he stepped away from you, confused as he looked at his hand. Wondering what just happened and why he listened to you in the first place.
"What did- did you just control me?" You remained silent as you pulled your sleeve up, watching his feet stumble and his eyes widen when he briefly looked at his wrist then back to yours. "What?" He breathed as you just pointed to the spellbook, which he bounded to, shoving you out of the way. "Summoning and Binding of a... Familiar? You've got to be kidding me." He spoke with a breath of disbelief. "I got bound?" He turned around. "To you?"
You nodded as you took a breath. "What just happened," you referred to when he obeyed you for the first time ever, "was absolutely subjugation. I gave you an order unquestionably and you were forced to obey it." You rolled your sleeve back down to lay against your fingertips. "It's a power that a Master holds over their Familiar," you muttered. Jungkook cursed.
You watched him look around before he was marching to the door leading to the courts. He stopped momentarily to glare at you over his shoulder. "You are not my Master, Y/n," he spits as he stepped outside and slammed the door shut behind him.
Once he was gone, you stood there, silent, confused and angry. At him? At yourself? At the universe? Maybe you were just angry at everything. It didn't seem fair.
You staggered on your feet, dropping to your knees as your hands gripped the edges of the altar with the spellbook laying on it, still open and taunting like a bad reminder of what just happened. Your head hung as you starred at the ground, still not fully aware of the situation.
You ranked first in your class. You successfully summoned a Familiar, your familiar. Things were finally working out, you would be able to finally show your father you had potential and maybe he would finally look at you. But, then the dream ended when Jungkook showed his face with a snarl and a glare. Nothing but unacceptance was written in his boiling, dragon lineage blood.
You felt like someone was choking you. You couldn't breathe. You needed to get out, out of this room. You moved to stand once again, but your legs were so heavy. It was like you hand weights at your ankles, heavy anchors that kept you unwillingly grounded.
"Yoongi," you gasped. Yoongi was walking in the courts outside when he was changing buildings when he passed Jungkook. Fuming was the boy, unnaturally so. Jimin was not at his side and he was well past mere anger. He looked like he would actually spit fire at him if he were to stop him. So, Yoongi just continued on.
Then he felt a gnawing in the back of his head. A small inkling of a voice, someone calling him. He's experienced this voice before. Back when you were a child and you were still naive enough to try and force your way into your father's view. Only to be pushed aside as a rejected innocence. This was you.
He didn't hesitate to sink into the walls, travel the shadows, zooming through the ceilings of the main building to slip into the small room where the summoning was held. He wasn't allowed in here, obviously. Yet, when he popped out of the floor and saw you on your knees, hands gripped so tightly onto the wooden altar the wood because to chip and breathing like you were drowning, all the rules of this room were immediately disregarded.
"Y/n!" He dropped his back that was on his shoulder onto the floor at his feet as he scrambled to kneel beside you. He touched the back of your neck, rubbing it and almost tempted enough to search through your memories to see what could've happened. You just sat there. Motionless and lost. "Y/n, what happened? Could you not summon one?" He looked briefly up at the spellbook. You shook your head.
"No," you breathed out, "no, I did. I just- he," you cut yourself off. Yoongi rubbed at your neck still, calming you. "He rejected me too," tears bubbled over your waterline as they dripped off your eyelashes onto the hard floor. Yoongi grew twice as worried. You've always managed to handle rejection in a mature way, in a way that still kept you coherent and stable. You'd accept it. But, this was too much for you to handle right now.
Knowing your whole life your father rejected you, so you tried your damnedest every day. Doing anything and everything you could to get strong to progress further and further. Hitting a goal you set so high just for the chance for him to see who you are, only for that one chance to also reject you. It was like a punch to the gut. Or maybe, more accurately, a punch to the jaw. It left you fuzzy and unsure.
Yoongi took this in as he looked at your shadow beneath you. He sighed.
"Sorry 'bout this," he said before he changed. He dipped into your shadow as your body froze, hiccuped and you squeezed your eyes shut.
"Yoongi!" You hissed as he just hushed you.
"Let go," he told you as you did. When your eyes opened, they were calm and not fear-stricken. That was because you were sleeping. Yoongi successfully possessing your body. You hated when he did this. He used to do it often to sneak into your house at late hours for a snack or just because he could. He'd possess people who often picked on you. He's even possessed staff at your home to bring you ice cream when they were being unlawfully rude to you.
He stood your body up as he took a breath. He straightened out the robes you wore on your body before he sauntered out of the room and back to the chair in the front where you were designated. It would look too suspicious if the number 1 ranked in her class didn't come out of the room. So, he'd control your body and sit through the rest of the ceremony as you slept deep in your mind.
He was angry though. Because there's a little trick to possession he's never told you about. When he possesses someone, he has direct contact with their memories, be them long since past or recent. He did his best to remain calm to others as he watched your mind play over and over again the moment you summoned your Familiar and the moment they rejected you.
The moment Jungkook rejected you.
After the ceremony, Yoongi- still in control of your body as your subconsciousness slept- excused yourself and took you back to the dorm. When he shut the door to the dorm you both shared, he easily slipped back out of your shadow. He quickly caught your body that slumped over before he hoisted you up and dragged you to your room to put you on your bed. Sighing, he rotated his shoulder as he put a blanket over your form and left your room.
He was tired, that was obvious. Possession itself was exhausting, but possessing and moving a body for a long period of time was like running full force in waist-deep water that was pushing in the opposite direction in which your moving. However, the memories of yours he saw made him twitch.
Yoongi left the dorm once again, more than ready to confront a certain stuck-up, dragon.
XXX
Jungkook, dressed in a jersey and sweatpants in an obnoxious shade of blue, just succeeded in throwing a teammate of his at least 10 feet out of the ring he practiced in. The first wrestling match of the season and he was not holding back simply because the flame in his body was still burning violently.
"Next! Stop stalling and get in here!" he shouted at his team. The captain has given an order, however, his team was more than a little frightened. No one really wanted to be killed because Jungkook was in a bad mood. "Chima! Get in here!" Not having any volunteers, he picked a student who hadn't matched him yet. The boy in question was a freshman, a fresh face and not ready for Jungkook to absolutely destroy him.
"Jeon! You have someone outside calling for you." Jungkook ran an annoyed hand through his hair as he stomped out of the room, much to Chima's relief. He stopped by the upperclassmen. "It's a Warlock I think." Jungkook rolled his eyes.
When he stepped outside the gym, he looked around, no one was there. He clicked his tongue in annoyed as he turned to go back inside when something grabbed his bicep. Looking behind him, a hand was shot out of the walls from his shoulder.
"What the fuck?" He breathed before he was yanked towards and through the wall. He felt like he was falling before he was out of the wall, in a new room and freshly pinned against something. A hand still on his bicep and a forearm pressed under his chin and against his throat. He coughed as the shadows behind him held his wrists against the wall at his hips. He cracked his eyes open, looking at the fury laying behind Yoongi's eyes.
"I have a thing or two to fucking talk to you about," Yoongi spoke, eerily calm sounding. Jungkook opened his mouth to reply, but Yoongi pushed his arm against his throat more. "No talking, you just listen. I don't know what royal ass you crawled out of or why you think the whole world is your playground and you can snub anything you don't like, but you need to pull that silver spoon right out of your ass and start acting like a person. Whether you like it or not," Yoongi grabbed Jungkook's arm, releasing it from the wall and pulled up the long sleeve of his jersey, showing the tattoo lacing his wrist. "This happened and you need to accept it." Jungkook shook the hand of Yoongi off and was able to shove him back completely.
Tearing off his other wrist from the wall and coughing now that the force of Yoongi was off him, he rubbed his throat. He glared at the older Spellcaster.
"Y/n fucking spat about it already?" He sneered as Yoongi's eyes near shifted red. The fury behind him was almost physical, acting like a line of fish hooks more than ready to snag a few fish stupid enough to prick at the bait.
"If she had, maybe I wouldn't be so angry." Jungkook was confused before Yoongi rushed forward and grabbed his jersey collar, Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's wrist in reflex as personal space was no longer existent. "While you ran the fuck away, you left Y/n in that room to collapse and left me to find her and take her back home where she's exhausted and sinking in nothing but misery!"
"I don't care about what happened to her!"
"She's your Master!"
"She's fucking nothing!" Yoongi snapped before he swung a punch at Jungkook, making contact with the bottom side of the left side of his jaw, knocking him back on his ass. Yoongi breathed heavy as he took a breath and shook his hand around. He wasn't used to punching people, it hurt him quite a bit too.
"I'm shocked that even made me feel the slightest bit better," he muttered as Jungkook looked dumbly up at him, holding his jaw as Yoongi looked down at him. Much more calm, but that darkness under his eyes still strong. "Listen up you stupid reptile. I can almost understand you not wanting a Master, I don't want a Familiar I don't choose myself. I can almost understand that you don't want your freedom taken. But, I can't and won't even try to understand the idea that the one girl the fates pair you with you decided to completely reject. You won't understand what she's been through. So, how about you stop running your mouth like your king of the school and start accepting that unless Y/n decides it, you are her Familiar. Suck it up and be a fuckin' man."
After his solo monologue, he was walking off, back through the wall and leaving Jungkook to fume on the floor. Steam literally rose off his skin as he took a breath and sat up straight, crossing his legs and rubbing his forehead.
"I can't handle Spellcasters." He winced as he opened and closed his mouth, rubbing his jaw. "That asshole punches like a girl." He pushed himself to his feet when Jimin had been walking down the hall, carrying something in his hands.
"Jungkook? What are you doing here? I thought you had practice." Jungkook just tuffed, dropped his hand from his jaw.
"I do, or did. I just stepped out for a bit and I don't think I'm going back today."
"Did something happen?"
"Someone just tried to start a fight with me is all." Jimin, instead of looking shocked, lowered his gaze.
"It was Yoongi, wasn't it? His scent is all over you," Jungkook rolled his eyes. Of course, he could smell that Warlock all over him.
"What a canine." Jimin was a very smart boy. He wasn't like his peers, able to dissect ideas and scenarios in his head. He could run worlds of ideas through his head, maybe it was the blood of the Hellhound in him that gave him his otherworldly powers, but it was hard to slip anything by him.
"What happened with Y/n?" Jungkook didn't speak, only showed his tattoo bound wrist. Jimin nearly dropped what he held. "You... you became her Familiar?" His voice shook. In fear? In uncertainty? Maybe even in envy? Jungkook just remained silent. Jimin, in terms of species, was greater in power of Jungkook. Jungkook may be stronger in skill, but Jimin's dedication- as well as lineage as a true Hell-bound soul- over-ranked him. "I'm heading to the Spellcaster Courts tomorrow. Exams have ended and they are being greeted with family and friends for completing the ceremony. You will be attending with me."
Jungkook turned to him, ready to fully protest. "What I said is not a request, Helios." The look Jimin sent him was enough for his words to die in his throat, not to mention his alias spit back into his face in what Jungkook could almost call fury.
"I understand," he muttered as Jimin seemed to lighten up a tad.
"Good, now. If you're not going to practice, then change and go home. You smell like Yoongi mixed with sweat. That's very insulting to how Yoongi normally smells." Jungkook ticked a brow up at Jimin.
"You... smell? Him?" Jimin whacked the younger boy with what he held, earning a whine and groan.
"Just go you stupid reptile!"
"You sound like Yoongi!" He countered in offense as Jimin ran off.
XXX
The next day, you woke up in your bed, still in your robes as you sat up with a killer headache. Eyes drooped and dazed. You jumped when Yoongi, who stood in your doorway, knocked on your wall with his arms crossed. Seeing him dressed up, you squinted.
"What's the occasion? You never wear suits." Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"It's the end of course visit for family and friends for Spellcasters after exams and successful ceremony attendees."
"After exams? But, the ceremony-?" You gasped as you pointed an accusational finger at him. "You Wizard! You possessed me!"
"I'm not a Wizard!" He countered, throwing his arms around as you two squabble back and forth. "I had no choice, you couldn't move on your own. Your will was completely drained." He relaxed as he crossed his arms once more and shut his eyes. You still felt a burning pain in your chest from Jungkook's glare and words. Looking at your wrist, you almost wished you could wash it off like Sharpie.
"So, it wasn't a nightmare?" Yoongi sighed as he walked into your room and sat on your bedside. He put the pad of his middle finger on your forehead as he closed his eyes. "Yoongi?"
"Relax. It's a charm." It was like a breeze entered your room as it wisped around your body, circling you like a playful fox in the wild before returning to its mother. Joyous innocence and warmth filled your body, as a contrast to the cold harshness you've been enduring. When Yoongi pulled his hand from you, the warm remained as a tear slipped from your eye. "There," he said with a smile and a playful slap under your chin.
"Thank you," you smiled as you cried. The charm was one to cast out the cold, the sorrow and the fear in tears. Cry away your pain. "For a dark magic Warlock, you sure know some white magic spells." Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"Get up and change. You need to be ready in like 20 minutes." You gasped.
"What?!"
The courtyard was filled with people by the early hour of 10 AM. Parents and friends mingling among themselves as they awaited their children to be released from the building. Once the doors to the courts opened and the students filed out, the courts erupted into applause. Whistling and yelling backing up the loud claps of the proud. Yoongi stood among the crowd as you stood in front of your class, smiling in your newly earned combat suit.
It was tradition to allow a Spellcaster who had proved themselves to be granted a suit made for magical conditional and physical mobility. The idea was to envision an orb of magical energy. Without any sort of restriction, over time it will fluctuation to dangerous levels. However, if you place that orb inside a bottle, it can be contained and monitored. That's what a combat suit was for. Yoongi had one as well, though he was not fond of it.
The students dispersed among the crowd as Yoongi soon found himself in the presence of Jimin and to his shock, and slight rage, Jungkook.
"Yoongi!" Jimin yelled in greeted, making the older student cover his ears. "You must really support Y/n to be able to even step into dress pants." He laughed as Yoongi whacked his head.
"What kind of brother would I be if I let her celebration be celebrated on her own?" Jimin rolled his eyes, he always ran with the sibling jibe when it came to you. Though, he guessed that you two were as close to siblings as you could be without it being blood-related. "You look pretty nice yourself, even Jungkook decided to be decent. let alone show up."
Jimin wore a pair of black pants with a brilliant, crimson blazer on his chest. His hair pushed off his forehead to lift slightly into the air. Jungkook was shocking in white. A formal white suit and black dress shirt under his blazer. His hair had also been parted slightly to show just the smallest piece of skin. He also noticed that his wrist was bandaged, effectively hiding his tattoo.
Jimin looked around, making sure you weren't near quite yet. "Yoongi, I know about Jungkook and Y/n." He looked at the younger man. "Jungkook told me everything. I also know about you fighting with him." Yoongi sighed as he rubbed his head.
"If you're going to tell me that punching him wasn't the way to go about it, I know. I mean, give me a break. It seemed perfectly logical at the time." Jimin just smiled as he shook his head. Jungkook stood awkwardly. Yesterday, Jimin had cornered Jungkook in his dorm and demanded to relay everything that happened. As well as gave him a scolding he would never forget.
He preached about how Jungkook shouldn't just hate you just because something happened that you had absolutely no control over. It wasn't your choice, and when he really thought about it, the look in your eyes was different than the ones he was so used to seeing.
When he always saw you, you were glaring or looking at him with twisted pride, ready to try and one-up him again. You were competitive, bullheaded and annoying. Yet, when he looked at you yesterday, it was hard to believe he was actually looking at you. His rage blinded him to your eyes at the moment it was happening, but looking now, you were scared. You looked like you were going to cry, or bust at the seams and collapse. You looked weak.
Jungkook had decided, that maybe it would be a good start to at least try and apologize to you. Maybe.
"Yoongi!" Jungkook jumped when he watched Yoongi and Jimin turn to greet you. You who were running at him. You shot a challenging smile as he panicked and without thinking placed a black wall in front of you. Your speed, along with the sudden wall ended in you running face first into it as you bounced back on your ass.
"Oh, shit!" Yoongi exclaimed as he dispersed the wall to see you on the ground, rubbing your face and whining. "Sorry?" He questioned as you looked up and glared at him.
Your suit was a one-piece full suit. Crimson all round and golden stripes running up the sides of your legs to your arms. A zipper on the back ran from your neck to the base of your back. A black magic symbol embroidered on your stomach. You didn't even have boots on, as your suit protected your feet with a magical desperation barrier to keep from harm. A cape hung around your neck, resting on your chest as the back split into two and hung to the back of your knees. Your hair pulled back and up with a single black band around your neck and two golden earrings. Flashy for a combat suit.
"That was mean!" Jimin cried at Yoongi as he raised his arms in defense.
"You so did that on purpose! Don't think that just because I-" Your voice squeaked when you felt someone grab your arm and pull you up slightly. Looking over your shoulder, you gasped and recoiled the smallest amount when you saw Jungkook knelt behind you, gripping your arm. He had moved behind you and grabbed you, though your not sure exactly when he had the chance to. "Jungkook?" You whispered.
He remained silent as he moved to stand, bringing you with him. Once you stood next to him, you noticed his wrapped up wrist and hand. Your gaze fell again as you then smiled small and thanked him. You turned back to Yoongi, at the moment you went to speak, the world seemed to freeze.
The air became thick, heavy and color vanished. People froze, their colorful suits, dresses and combat suits all black and white while you remained moving and colorful. The world lost its greens and blues and reds and went stagnant. You let out a shaky breath as you moved to completely remove yourself from Jungkook's frozen grip that hadn't completely been released before he was frozen. You knew what this was.
You moved and stepped aside and around people heading towards the covered corridor of the Spellcaster building.
Jungkook's body, that was frozen slowly thawed out. The black and white of his frozen state removed and let out the true black and white of his dressed form. Looking around, he noticed the frozen, still world around him.
"What?" He whispered to himself. He felt his wrist become warm, spreading into his palm and up his forearm. Removing the bandaging for just a moment, he noticed his tattooed outlined with a pulsing gold. Like fire thawing ice. Then, he saw your back, moving further away, seemingly the only one who wasn't frozen in time. Was the fact you were moving, unfrozen as his Master, the reason he could move as well?
He watched you disappear behind a wall before he took off after you.
"Hey, Y/n!" He shouted before he stopped and came to a halt, hiding behind a pillar. You hadn't gone too much farther behind the wall as he thought. You stood a few yards away in front of someone. An older looking man, dressed in garb fit for a nobleman. Even Jungkook knew who he was. "What's a big shot Warlock doing here?" He whispered to himself. "Was he the one who froze everything?"
You stood in front of him. Your crimson, skin-tight combat suit clinging to your body. What was so important that he had to freeze everything? And why were you the only one not affected? Did you know him by chance?
"Good morning, father." Jungkook nearly tripped in place. He looked further around the pillar, looking at your back as you stood all too rigid. Father?! That Warlock was your father? He wasn't even aware that he had kin. As a big figure with authority in the public, he thought everything to know about him was out in the open.
"You've found a Familiar." You jolted as Jungkook felt something in his chest.
"I.. have. They prefer to remain anonymous, however." That was not the answer your father wanted to hear.
"You've been nothing but an imitation Witch your whole life. Stealing your mother's life and now you show to me you have a weak resolve. A resolve in which your Familiar stays in hiding." You fisted your hands, nails digging into your palm.
"That's not true. He- he doesn't-"
"Does he not want you?" Your eyes widened, replaying the words Jungkook spit to you in the presence of your father. You felt your very soul start to tremble. "The Familiar of a Witch is one in which isn't ashamed. Does he resent you? View you as weak? Feel you are not worthy of his power?" You jerked your head up to him, making eye contact.
"No! That's not the reason! At least, I don't think so. He just-"
"There is no other explanation!"
"There is! Please, just hear me out. He's not a typical Shifter. He sees things differently, that's all! He's a strong and determined Shifter, his views are just different. It is not my fault that the fates-"
"Do not blame your shortcomings on fate!" His voice boomed like thunder as you quickly covered your ears. He extended his palm in front of his chest, as you lifted your head and pulled your hands from your ears. "Measly written questions on a scrap of paper is not efficient enough to prove worth in the world of magic. This will determine your standing."
"Father?" You asked, voice shaking. He was a ruthless man, doing what he wished in order to get results. In any way he deemed proper. A small magic circle hovered over his hand before sparking to life in the form of a small orb of anger thunder. Wind wisped around it like a storm sucking your in. Your eyes widened in terror. "Father, wait!" You pleaded before the orb lifted off his hand and zoomed out into the courts. "No!"
You ran, turning your back on your father. Pushing yourself outside to the courts once more, you saw the once small orb growing to easily be the size of a grand church bell. The wind blew like a hurricane, whipping around your hair and the cape at your back. Your knees shook before you looked to the sea of people. If the world unfroze and that thunder expanded, everyone would be struck. With so much power inside of it, it would be no difficult feat to completely steal the life of your fellow students and their loved ones.
Jungkook, who stood yards behind you looked in shock at the thunder hovering above. He almost felt his very core tremble at the pressure of magic it was exuding. The tragedy that would follow after this thing released would be complete carnage. He could already smell the thick stench of blood that would fill the air.
Then, the world began fading back into color. The world was unfreezing and that thing would destroy the place. He watched your back as you seemed to almost change. Not physically, but the will around you seemed to shift. Looking back, your father had disappeared from the corridor.
You pulled a small black-capped pen from your breast pocket. A simple looking pen with no ink was what it appeared to be, but pushing a small, pressurized button on the side of the cap changed it. The pen was surrounded by a whirlwind of magic before it changed into a staff.
The staff's body was thin and golden. The bottom forged into a magic circle design. The top was quite unique, although Jungkook didn't see many these days. Most people use wands for their magical duties, finding them much easier to handle. Staffs were rare nowadays. At top of the staff hovered a small sphere of energy. There was no prominent word to describe what kind, it was just accumulated energy. Around it was two pieces that looked like golden wings.
It looked like a winged soul in the eyes of Jungkook. Ribbons with bells hung off the base of the wings and a pointed tip sat on the very top of the energy orb. The uniqueness suited you.
You took a breath before wind whipped at your ankles and lifted you towards the thunder. You hovered in front of it, the sheer sight of it striking great fear into your body. You knew you had to try and stop this though, or else Yoongi, Jimin, and even Jungkook would die. You stilled yourself before he looked at your wrist. Jungkook, in turn, looked at his. He swore he could hear your voice in his head as he gazed at it. His voice left his throat at the very second the world unfroze and the thunder was ready to strike.
"Y/n!"
-TBC-