"you shouldn't be able to see me."
in school, there is one person kim taehyung despises the most: jeon jungkook, taehyung's homophobic bully.
yet, what lies beneath is for more devestating: taehyung is a cursed witch, bound to serve the one who summ...
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jungkook woke with a sharp gasp, his chest heaving like he'd surfaced from drowning.
another nightmare.
his room was dark except for the blinking red glow of his digital alarm clock: 4:47 a.m. his skin was damp, the thin sheets clinging to him like a second skin.
his heart thudded painfully, each beat heavy and erratic from the nightmare.
"what the fuck," he muttered, scrubbing a hand down his face.
the image of that boy, so vivid, clung to the edges of his mind like cobwebs he couldn't shake. he could still feel those eyes on him, black and infinite.
deciding sleep wouldn't return, he threw on a hoodie and running shoes, the chill of the early morning biting at his sweat-slicked skin as he stepped outside.
the campus was eerily still, shadows pooling beneath the gothic arches and weathered stone walls. the air tasted of rain and pine, sharp and bracing. he ran harder than usual, his legs burning with every step, trying to outrun the lingering unease curling in his chest.
he still felt the nightmare in his bones.
back in his dorm, the shower steamed up the small bathroom, fogging the mirror as scalding water poured over him. he let it wash away the sweat, the nightmare, the boy's face - but it didn't work.
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the lecture hall buzzed with low chatter and the scraping of chairs on wood floors. jungkook slouched into his seat, dropping his bag with a thud.
he raked a hand through his long dark hair, still damp at the tips, and tried to focus on the professor's voice droning about materials engineering.
his eyes wandered, drawn by boredom. at first, it was just a vague pull, like a magnet tugging at him, until his gaze landed on a figure near the window.
the smaller boy sat hunched over a notebook, pencil moving in quick, fluid strokes. his face was angled downward, wisps of brown hair catching the pale sunlight filtering through the glass. there was something almost ghostlike about him. soft, quiet, out of reach.
jungkook's pulse quickened.
it was him.
the boy from his dream.
what?!
he couldn't tear his eyes away, even as questions screamed in his head.
who was he? was this his imagination right now?
how could he have dreamed about someone he'd never seen before?
the other boy's brows furrowed slightly as he sketched, the movement of his hand hypnotic.
"yo, you good?" j-hope's voice broke through his haze, and jungkook blinked, turning back to his friends.
"yeah, fine," he muttered, ignoring the way his heart felt like it was rattling in a cage.
at the next table, his friends namjoon and jin were quietly bickering over something stupid, as usual. jungkook tried to focus on their antics, on anything other than the strange boy by the window.
when the lecture ended, the smaller boy didn't leave immediately. instead, two others approached him. the blonde one, jimin, jungkook recognized from another class - bright smile, perpetually kind. the other was unfamiliar: long dark hair, pale skin.
"that's so gay," someone muttered, barely audible over the shuffle of backpacks.
jungkook's head whipped around.
the taller boy, the one with the long hair, rested his hand on the smaller boy's waist as they walked out together, jimin on the other side, laughing at something soft and private.
electricity jolted through jungkook's spine, sharp and unsettling. his eyes burned, his jaw tightening.
"yeah, man, that's fucking disgusting," he said sharply, not even sure who he was talking to, the words bitter and wrong on his tongue.
still, his eyes followed them as they disappeared down the hall, hand in hand. something in him stilled, heavy and unnameable. he swallowed hard, the taste in his mouth like copper.
the dark-haired boy grabbed his bag and left with his friends, forcing himself to laugh at their jokes as they made their way to the cafeteria.
