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Dedicated to xmoonbyun 💜

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COVERING HIS mouth with his left hand, Jungkook coughed and squinted. The swirling and scratching sand at his feet slowly made its way up as he desperately tried to see through the golden vortex before him.

He couldn't make sense of where he was, what he was feeling, and why he was there. Why do his fingertips feel so weird and prickly from where they were protecting him from the sand? Why did his world go dark whenever he closed his eyes? Why did his eyes become dry so quickly that he would need to close them?

He couldn't understand anything, and he was scared. He was scared, and he didn't know how he was supposed to feel or what even he was feeling. Nothing made sense, and all he could see and feel was sand.

He didn't even know how he knew what sand was.

"My child. Don't worry, little one, everything will make sense with time. What is time, exactly? Well, that is just one more thing you will soon learn to become companions with," a deep, sultry voice said, washing over him and filling him with a sense of safety and comfort.

Suddenly, his world wasn't so confusing and scary, and it was all because of the mystery melody that filtered through his ears and brushed against his eardrums nicely.

Soon, his naked legs were enveloped by the shiny grains that were still flying in the air, and the more the tornado ripped through the air, the less fearful Jungkook felt.

Very, very slowly, Jungkook lowered his arms, and let his face be rushed at by the sand. Almost as soon as he dropped his hands, the vortex came straight for him, and he didn't even have time to reflexively scream before he was swallowed by the sand.

His eyes were slammed shut involuntarily, his uncovered body was thrown up into the eye of the storm, and just as quickly as he was in the middle of it all, unable to do anything but go limp and hope he would be able to open his eyes again, he was dropped onto the ground.

And not lightly at that.

He coughed and hacked, trying to get all of the sand out of his mouth and throat, and sat up. His eyes were blown open and he couldn't seem to get any air in past all the rough pieces of gold that coated his insides. Then, a breeze flew over him, like a beautiful, blue wave, and he was fine.

"Go on, little one," the voice from before encouraged, "he's right there. Go ahead and tell him what needs to be said." Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed as he took in grateful gulps of oxygen, his bright, coffee-colored irises flicking all over the scene he happened to land himself in.

The ground beneath him was hard, gray, and rocky. He seemed to be in some sort of cave, and he...he wasn't naked anymore.

Garments, extravent clothing draped over his body, and scathed across his skin softly. Snug, sparkly, black leather pants, a silky, white top with a matching collar that was long enough to hang off his neck dangerously, and many rings, earrings, and bracelets adorned his wonderful features.

He had never seen such beautiful things before, and granted, he didn't think he had existed long, but still. He stood shakily, dusting himself off and being rid of the excess sand, and looked around again. There was a strange assortment of sticks in a pile only a few steps away from him, and the tips of some of them appeared to be black.

Jungkook tilted his head in thought and frowned slightly. In the end, he left it alone, because he knew it was better to just listen to the kind voice then question the strange things that took place. He walked forward, and could clearly see that the cave opened up to a green-looking area.

'How peculiar,' he thought, surprising himself with his own thoughts but never stuttering in his determined pace. He brought up his left hand and shielded his eyes as he stepped out of the cave and looked up.

A hard-to-look-at dot in the sky was shining yellow rays upon everything, and a wide, blue blanket surrounded said blob. White, puffy things painted over the blanket, and at times, would cross over the bright blob. Jungkook's eyebrows knitted even further at such a breathtaking view, but he once again, questioned nothing.

Stood tall in front of Jungkook were brown and green things that extended for as far as he could see, and the ground became a lot less smooth and soft under his bare feet. Sharp, solid things scattered all over the ground dug into him uncomfortably, and bordering on painfully, but he ignored it too.

Jungkook turned to his right and noticed someone squatting in the middle of the ground, hunched over and holding their head. They seemed to be wearing unflattering cloths and coverings, and their legs were shaking.

He couldn't see much more than that of them, but he knew what to do anyway. He recognized that person as someone that needed him, even though he had never seen them before and he knew that he had yet to actually talk to them.

Walking over to the vulnerable figure, Jungkook fiddled with his soft shirt hem and bit his lip, unsure of himself and this new world he found himself in. He didn't know what he was doing, yet he knew what had to be done despite that.

He cleared his throat once he was stood in front of the trembling person, and never took his eyes off of them.

"Uhm, excuse me? I-I was just.." Jungkook's eyes surveyed the person as they jumped, only noticing him once he had spoken, but still kept their head down. His hands started to shake as well, and it was becoming increasingly hard to get his throat to stay open so he could keep talking.

He soon got a grip, although, knowing that this person, no matter who they were, what they were, and what their circumstances were, needed him to get it together. "What's your wish?"

The person whipped their head up to look at him as their big, green eyes stared at him. They sprang to their feet, and their breathing picked up as rapidly. They grabbed the front of his shirt and moved him back and forth as they opened their mouth.

Their breath was absolutely horrible, but Jungkook refrained from making a face.

"Please! My little- my little sister! You have to help her!" The person's verdant eyes pierced into Jungkook, and all he could do was nod as he softly placed his hands on the others' wrists.

"You have to wish for it, sir." Jungkook didn't know how he knew that this person identified as a man, but he didn't really care. He could feel the energy that was humming beneath the surface since he has been dropped explode at the pretense of being used for a wish.

He didn't know what the energy was, exactly, but he had yet to ask any questions about anything. Who was he to start now?

The man moved his hand up and down frantically as he let go of Jungkook, only to grab his elbow and drag him in a certain direction.

Away from the cave, that he somehow disappeared and was instead replaced with more brown and green things, and towards a bright light that was but a couple meters away from the start of the path, of which they were standing at.

On either side of the duo, the brown and green things went on forever, it seemed, and in front of them and behind them was a simple brown road, only wide enough for two people to walk on side-by-side.

They said nothing to each other as Jungkook continued to let himself be dragged, and they eventually ended up right in front of the bright light, and Jungkook braced himself. He felt compelled to clench his eyes shut, but he didn't, feeling it would be better to only see the blackness that came with his blinking only when it was necessary.

The guy grasping his right arm tugged him forward, and they walked through light, and Jungkook gasped. It was beautiful, everything but a little girl curled up on a wooden thing a few yards away was absolutely breathtaking.

For one who had only existed for a few minutes, anyway.

"Her. I wish for her to be okay again. For my little sister to feel better," the man said, pointing at the little girl and letting Jungkook's arm go. He ran down the little hill that the path led down, and rushed over to his sister. Jungkook took his time walking after them, his mouth slightly agape as he looked around.

It was a park in a city that he didn't know, but he could care less about where he was. The wooden things that a bunch of other people also sit on, dogs, grass, and more brown and green things surrounded him on all sides, and the distinct smell of fried food wafted up his nose the longer he stood there.

He let his legs carry him on autopilot as he gaped, his eyes tracing everything as he walked toward the awaiting pair. The energy that he felt exploded within him earlier was still bursting, yet waiting for permission from Jungkook to come out and make the wish come true.

And he let it, standing in front of the man and little girl, as his dark, brown eyes dyed a molten gold color, sand seemingly secreting from his skin, and swirling around the trio. Jungkook, his breaths even, heart steady, and mind blank, raised his right hand, and snapped.

"Your wish is my command."

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Kim Taehyung frowned as he kicked the ground, his glistening, hazelnut eyes staring at the grimy sidewalk. He was tired, and just got a fresh new batch of hurt from both of his parents.

All he wanted to do was be a photographer, and spread a message through the moments he captured. He didn't understand what was so bad about that.

He sighed as he looked up at the night sky, the vast, dark blanket being disrupted by bright, shiny dots. It was a beautiful sight to witness, and it made Taehyung all the more emotional. Lampposts were dim as he passed by them, tall, many-floored buildings towering over him and making him feel small.

It was funny, that whenever he looked up at the skyscrapers he felt as tiny, and insignificant as a speck of dust in an infinite universe, but whenever he looked up at the sky, where he could see the universe and beyond, he felt as big and important as the moon.

He didn't understand why or what that meant, but it motivated him all the more to take his camera out and snap a couple of pictures. He knew that the lens wouldn't be able to capture the beauty he saw above him, but what he was able to see, to feel through the camera was enough.

He was enough, and he knew it.

"Stupid mom," he mumbled, letting his camera drop back to his chest where it hung loosely from his neck. He tucked his hands into his jean jacket pockets and whistled as he strolled along, the light tune coming to him before he even had to think about it.

He continued to tip his head back so as to look at the sky, the ranges of blues and whites bringing him a sense of comfort and belonging. He belonged outside, in nature, surrounded by everything and anything that could express his emotions for him.

A bright flash to his left as he passed by an alleyway caught his attention, and he stopped, turning his head to peer down the dank area, but not seeing anything peculiar.

'How interesting,' he thought, shrugging and deciding to continue venturing on his little walk. He didn't get very far, although, before he was being pulled back by a whisper. Someone was murmuring at him, telling him to go back to the alley, and he couldn't resist. Frankly, for some unknown reason, he didn't really want to.

He let himself be dragged back by an invisible force, and closed his eyes, the voice like a pleasant melody worming its way into his brain and swirling beautifully within the confines of his mind.

It caressed his imagination and asked too much, yet too little of him. He didn't know what he was supposed to give, but at the same time, he didn't know what to take.

All he knew was that he had to give and take, and the second he could feel himself turn and walk down the alley, his heart picked up pace from both excitement and anticipation.

The only sound he could hear outside of the absolutely enchanting song in his mind was the blood rushing in his ears, his veins and arteries being pumped an excessive amount of blood in a short amount of time. His hands were trembling, and he couldn't open his eyes even if he wanted to.

When he felt himself stop, the sort of force that was holding his eyelids down and still lifted, and he was given permission to see again. He gently pried them open and found himself scrunching his nose up and making a face of distaste, but it quickly morphed into something akin to awe.

He was standing before a dumpster, and sitting atop a random piece of cardboard, was a glowing, golden necklace. Taehyung picked it up after being urged by the song, even though the lyrics didn't say anything about grabbing the accessory, and stared at it.

He quickly moved to the open end of the alley and looked both ways, noticing that there was no one on the street, and nodding to himself. He went back into the alley and hid behind the dumpster, holding the necklace close.

Feeling encouraged by the melody that never let up in his head, he undid the clasp and fastened it onto his neck, grasping the amulet that hung off the main chain and studying it. The necklace was simple, gold with a golden teardrop that was as reflective as glass.

Except, the only thing that was weird about it, was that it wasn't only shiny or glittery, no, it was legit glowing. Emitting energy and light, but not enough of either to attract outside attention.

The energy Taehyung could feel from it was exactly like the energy the song gave him as it flowed; a positive, up-lifting feeling that coursed through him just as his blood did.

It was nice, and Taehyung felt at peace. But, as soon as he leaned back and swiped his thumb over the sparkling teardrop, a rumbling started in the ground under him, and he began to panic.

The pavement vibrated and even the dumpster behind him started shaking. His hands were still trembling from the adrenaline, but they picked up speed as soon as the Earth began to copy their movements.

"What the fuck?!" Taehyung exclaimed, trying to shoot to his feet but ending up slamming into the wall to his right and causing a pain in his hip to flare up. He winced and cried out, moving away from the violently trembling wall and clutching his side.

Just as he did so, sand formed on the ground in front of him, and bursted out of the pavement. His eyes popped out of his head at the sight and he turned to bolt, only to be stopped by something that felt like a hand grabbing his wrist.

He whipped his head behind him to tell off whoever had dared touched him, when he realized a second before he noticed what held him back that there was no one else in the alley.

A sandstorm, more like a tornado really, twirled elegantly behind him, and a toned, firm, and pretty hand stuck out from it, holding onto Taehyung's wrist with the grip of a thousand men and women.

He gasped as he watched the vortex slow down and dwindle, until all that was left was a person and some left over grains at both of their feet. The person dropped Taehyung's hand and smirked, jutting one of his hips out and crossing his arms.

He was fricking ethereal.

Taehyung had to do a double take at the sight of the man before him, and rubbed his eyes. He squinted and leaned forward a bit, unsure if he was just dreaming, or what just happened happened, and the most handsome man he'd ever seen in his life stood before him or not.

The man laughed as Taehyung tried to better his sight and shook his head, waving his hand around and summoning sand from out of thin air.

Taehyung paled at the sight, and not because he was scared, but rather, because he was still quite discombobulated from the tornado and the pretty man, and seeing something like that was sure to make him pass out.

And just before his guess could come true, the persistent stinging in his side cleared, and he felt fine once again. When he looked down at his hip, he gasped once more. The sand that the man had summoned was encircling his waist, and tickling his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.

He looked back up at the man, only to stop breathing completely and feel his face go slack. The man had stepped so close his chest was pressing against Taehyung's, and he couldn't breathe. He didn't even hear or feel him come closer, and that messed with him more then he'd like to admit.

The man's raven-colored hair was swept over one eye, his lips were shiny with something that could have been lip gloss, a black, silk robe pulled over him untied, a see-through, black muscle shirt underneath, and slim-fitting, black dress pants decorated his body, and each garment gave Taehyung a heart attack.

There were no colors, other than the gold rings that covered his hands, on his body, but Taehyung didn't care. Every single breath that they both shared made his knees weaker and weaker until he had to shoot a hand out to the wall to support himself. The space between them was nothing more than a few inches, and the man's eyes were hooded.

With what, Taehyung didn't know. What he did know, however, was that it made the man that much more attractive. He huffed out a breath and coughed, covering it with his hand and not daring to look away.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked the man, cursing himself silently for stuttering. The man tilted his head and brought one of his hands up slowly, touching it to the necklace around Taehyung's neck and tracing it gently. It was like wisps of fire licked at Taehyung's collar bone, and he swore, he swore on his life he had never been more turned on then in that moment.

"What is your wish?" the man asked back, half-ignoring Taehyung's question, yet answering it all the same. Taehyung just about died when the man spoke. The butterflies in his stomach from the mere proximity of the man grew at his touch, and then exploded inside his belly at the sound of his ridiculously addictive voice.

It was silky smooth, and not too deep, but also not too high. It was sweet and alluring, and Taehyung wanted to hear more of it, to feel more of it coat his virgin ears and fill his head with his pleasant words. The man could talk about murder and Taehyung probably wouldn't give a crap.

But then, it clicked. After a moment of fanboying over the man's voice, he actually took in what he said. A wish? He was supposed to have a wish?

As his eyebrows furrowed, the man's light touch on the necklace became more firm, and his fingertips pressed the chain into Taehyung's skin. It left a barely visible mark, and sparked the teeniest bit of pain on his collar, but surprisingly, Taehyung didn't mind it.

In fact, he wanted the man to keep doing it.

'Fuck, just do everything forever at this point, weird, mystery, magic man,' Taehyung thought, his breathing having resumed when the man touched his neck, oddly enough, but stopped again as soon as he spoke.

That one thought Taehyung had brought many more thoughts of things Taehyung probably shouldn't have thought about, but he decided it was fine.

It was the man's fault, anyway.

He swallowed thickly when the man kept pressing on the necklace, and couldn't seem to muster up the strength to utter a single phrase out. He knew he was supposed to have a wish, but he didn't understand why, or who the man was, or what the man wanted from him.

His brain was teeming with questions, but all he was provided with was a heavenly view and a pleasurable pain along the top of his chest.

Finally, after many slow, and torturous moments of the man staring at Taehyung's neck seductively and Taehyung slowly dying inside more and more, he cleared his throat and managed to find the words he was looking for.

"What wish? No one told me I was supposed to have a wish. Who even are you, and why are you so goddamn handsome-?" Taehyung blurted out, not being able to put a cork on the stream of questions no matter how hard he tried to rein it in.

The man's eyes grew slightly in size and he ceased his necklace tracing, dropping his hand to his side as his eyebrows scrunched together.

'Hot.'

"What? But- that's not possible. By now necklace should have told you everything, including who I am and why I'm here-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Back up. The necklace should have told me everything? What?!" Taehyung's own eyes blew to the size of saucers as the man talked, confusion lighting up his stunning features. What even was that supposed to mean?

The man shook his head and backed away, Taehyung having to shove down the disappointment that threatened to make itself known at the movement. The main huffed as he looked off to the side in deep thought. He was clearly as lost as Taehyung in what was happening, and that did nothing to settle Taehyung's nerves.

He still had a...problem down there, and had to subtly adjust his pants before the other male took notice, but his mind was still blank yet colored with bewilderment and lack of understanding of anything.

The man seemed to collect his thoughts and his bearings at the same time Taehyung almost completely lost it, and strided back up to Taehyung.

He grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to him with incredible ease, and grasped the necklace, leaning his face down so him and Taehyung were but an centimeter apart, and pressed the sole charm on the chain to his forehead.

All the air was forced out of Taehyung's lungs as he let himself relax in the man's arms, his whole body begging to just rest for a second, but being met with nothing but air.

Taehyung had no clue what in the bloody heck the man was doing, but he really didn't want to say anything against his actions, lest he end up dead on the ground. But, the more time went on and the thicker the tension in the air grew, the more accustom to the idea Taehyung became.

His expression turned into one of wonder and consideration as he imagined the man grabbing him and slamming on the ground so hard he died, and promptly, turned himself on again.

'Oh goddamnit,' he thought, exasperation ripping the thought apart and adding another layer of emotion; one of disgust and apprehension.

'Stop being gross, Taehyung, you don't even know this man. Jesus Christ.' He sighed aloud and went completely limp, practically dying all over again when he found that he didn't move an inch.

'Why the hell is he so stro-'

"What in the fuck?!" the man said, dropping the necklace and stumbling back from Taehyung. His face grew into one of disbelief and utter horror as he looked Taehyung up and down, realization slowly coming onto his face as well.

"Holy shit. Holy shit, it's you." His breathing grew erratic as his eyes watered. Taehyung grew worried at the sight and instantly stepped forward, hsi body growing strong enough for him to be steady, and his chest tightening as a ball formed in the middle of it.

He hated seeing the man upset, for whatever reason, and made a promise to himself in that moment that he would do everything in his power to make sure the man would never be upset again.

Never again.

"Hey, hey what's wrong? You- you can tell me anything, y'know. I know that we barely know each other, but if something's bothering you..." Taehyung trailed off as he noticed the look of fear not budge an inch off the man's face and held his hands out, slowly approaching him as if he were a injured, wild animal.

And in a way, Taehyung supposed he was.

Then, the ground was rumbling again, and the look of fear and denial that occupied the man's face was slashed off, and instead replaced with something desperate, something more feral. He lunged for Taehyung and grabbed onto him once more, his robes and hair flapping as the wind picked up in the alley.

He held Taehyung as if they had all the time in the world, and looked at him with more care and gentleness than he'd ever seen in a person. It was almost overwhelming, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

The man leaned Taehyung slightly back and carefully tucked a piece of hair behind Taehyung's ear, the smallest of smiles lifting his perfectly sculpted lips.

'Okay, yeah, I like it.'

"I know you don't understand now, but eventually you will, and then we can finally be at peace, I can finally be at peace, my only true one," the man whispered to Taehyung, the chunk of hair that covered his left eye lifting and revealing one of two, tear-filled eyes, both flicking all over Taehyung's face and holding so much emotion within.

The sound of the ground shaking so violently that they both should have been tossed around like clothes in a dryer interrupted the intimate, still moment, and the same sand from earlier shot up straight from the ground.

The gold, sparkling bits formed the same tornado as before and tore the man away from Taehyung as fast as it spat the man out at him.

The man couldn't even say goodbye before he was gone, and Taehyung was left alone in the alley once again. He blinked, and a choked sob left his throat and broke the quick silence as soon as he processed what took place.

He sank to his knees and grasped his necklace just as desperately as the man held him, and Taehyung quietly cried.

He didn't understand why the tears trailed down his cheeks, but he didn't question it. He'd trust his emotion and the necklace, no matter if it hadn't even been a full hour since he came across the piece of jewelry.

He didn't even think of what the scene he was just apart of implied, as his mind emptied itself, and his eyes became red from his crying.

He sniffled and cried some more, all the while holding the teardrop in a death grip, and allowing his brain to dip into the repetitive loop of the flowing honey that was the mystery man's voice.

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"Hyung~!" Taehyung whined, drawing out the second part of the word as he stomped his foot angrily. "I want ice cream!"

Min Yoongi snorted as he shook his head, grabbing the younger's wrist and dragging him into the cafe.

It had been a week since Taehyung had met the mystery man, and his mind still had yet to comprehend the events that took place, much less try and understand any of it. That day had been a roller coaster of emotions, but, as usual, it ended with tears.

He hadn't been able to work up the courage to tell his hyung about the whole fiasco, and very much thought he'd never be able to. I mean, Taehyung would reason, what the point? He's not gonna believe him anyways.

Which was actually chancing at being true. 'Seeing is believing,' was one of Yoongi's main phrases that he went by, as well as 'fuck off' and 'I need a drink.'

Oh and, Taehyung couldn't possibly forget 'sleep is better then you rats,' whenever Yoongi regarded Taehyung and his fellow dongsaengs.

It always made him sad, that particular phrase.

"Come on, Taehyung-ah. You don't even have to get coffee like I do, kid," Yoongi persuaded, pulling hard on Taehyung's hand and taking them both to the counter.

Yoongi nodded and slightly smiled at the cashier, quickly ordering what he wanted for himself and what he thought Taehyung would want.

Taehyung pouted extra hard and swung their hands around, trying to shake Yoongi's hold and dislodge his own limb from the elder's.

It didn't work.

"Stop messing around, Tae. Now," Yoongi warned, not even sparing him a glance as he slightly bowed to the cashier and moved from the counter, having paid and given a name for the order.

He looked around the space and spotted a lonely, two-seater table in the corner of the cafe, pushed flush against the huge window that took up the majority of that part of the wall.

He pointed at it and didn't even look back at Taehyung as he calmly walked over to it, sitting down in one of the chairs and sighing. He let Taehyung's had go as soon as the younger sat, and looked outside. He clasped his hands together, and blew a few stray pieces of blonde hair of his eyes.

Taehyung didn't stop pouting as he rested his head in his hand with his elbow on the table and his other hand situated on his lap. He stared at Yoongi and silently begged him to change his mind.

Yes, it was ten o'clock in the morning, and it was probably best if Taehyung didn't have ice cream, but they ran out at home and he couldn't exactly deny his cravings.

Like, only crazy people denied their ice cream cravings unless they absolutely had to, in Taehyung's world.

Yoongi hung his head after a few moments of them just sitting there, staring at different things, and looked up at Taehyung. He frowned and sharpened his gaze, not appreciating Taehyung's attitude.

"You know, you could at least be grateful I got you something and I took you somewhere, rat," Yoongi said, barking out the words with a bite that Taehyung hadn't heard in a while. The younger flinched and took his arm off the table, straightening his posture and looking away in shame.

He nodded, and sighed, deflating a bit.

"You're right, hyung, I'm sorry. I am grateful, I guess I was just...kind of upset I didn't get my ice cream," Taehyung eventually said, fiddling with his fingers and not having the will to look up.

Thankfully, he didn't have to have one. Yoongi reached his hand out and flicked Taehyung's chin, making the younger pull away from the touch slightly and look up. He was met with a disappointed, yet understanding look.

He hated that Yoongi was so good at that face.

"It's alright, Tae-ah. I forgive you. Just watch your behavior next time, alright?" Yoongi tilted his head to the left a bit and softened his eyes just a bit. Taehyung smiled in relief and nodded, happy that his hyung was so trusting of him.

'Well, you have known him for awhile, Tae-Tae. Get used to it,' he reminded himself, humming and nodding as Yoongi got up and mumbled out that he was going to the bathroom.

Taehyung sighed again and looked to the right of him, his eyes trailing all over the outside world as he took in the breathtaking view. He took his time admiring it all, the swaying of the green, green trees, and the dancing of the flowers and grass as a chilly breeze wafted down the streets.

People walked on the sidewalk and very edges of the road, phones to their ears or in their hands, purses and backpacks slung across their shoulders, different styles of fashion but an overall trend covering their bodies.

He smiled gently at the scenery, the bright, light blue sky a safe sight. He turned his head back around, wanting to look for his eldest, and only, hyung, but nearly jumping out of his skin with what he was greeted with instead.

The man from the previous week sat across from him, looking as regal and dashing as ever. Taehyung choked at the sight of the man, and looked around frantically, his mind racing with thoughts like, 'oh, so it wasn't a dream,' and 'oh god, can anyone else see this beautifully illegal man?' and 'I need to get out of here before I embarrass myself,' and 'is he okay?'

The man quickly sat forward and hovered his hands over Taehyung's tightly clasped ones, a look of reassurance possessing his face. Taehyung hesitated only a second before he found himself nodding, allowing the man to slowly place his hands on Taehyung's.

Taehyung immediately relaxed, only a little, but still. He looked away from the man and mumbled about how unfair it was that he had to deal with such a gorgeous stranger under his breath.

He tried not to think of the thick, silver choker wrapping around the man's neck as he slightly leaned forward and asked Taehyung to repeat what he said.

He gulped and looked back over at the man, shaking his head as a way of telling him that it was nothing important, and instantly regretting so. He tried his best not to stare, but failed miserably.

Seeing the man in his absolutely adorable outfit, a complete one-eighty from the previous time they saw each other, Taehyung felt rather lame in his outfit.

Taehyung was wearing a "measly," as he would put it, fit comprised of black ripped jeans, a partially tucked, dark green dress shirt with the first couple of buttons unbuttoned, a black, lace choker and his hair was dark with the ends dyed the same color green as his shirt.

It was simple, but nice, and Taehyung rather thought his Gucci belt helped tie everything together. Despite it being nothing compared to the cute fit that was the mystery mans'. Taehyung looked into the man's eyes that sat behind a pair of round, silver glasses and turned into a puddle right then and there.

His glossed lips were pulled up slightly as he squeezed Taehyung's hands, a look of fondness overtaking his features. The bottoms of his eyes became filled with tears, and Taehyung quickly grew worried.

He, without thinking, untangled one of his hands and reached out to wipe the man's eyes, it being caught in place as he was just about to pull it away. Taehyung questioned what the man was doing, and waited for the man to say something, anything.

After a while of them just sitting like that, Taehyung's hand on the man's cheek, and his other hand occupied as well, both of them staring into each other's eyes, the man randomly spoke.

"Jungkook. My name is Jungkook," he said, his smile growing even more and releasing Taehyung's hand on his cheek. Taehyung was beyond stunned that the man finally told him his name, but sat fully back anyway, his forehead creasing as he took in the bit of information.

'Jungkook,' he thought, 'I like that. A lot.' He smiled back at Jungkook as well, and pulled his right hand away, plopping both limbs into his lap as he studied Jungkook.

A fluffy, pink sweater was draped over his torso, and created sweater paws. He was wearing white skinny jeans and light pink converse with white strings. His hands were still completely decked out with rings, but they were all silver that time.

Jungkook sighed as he watched Taehyung watch him, and looked out the window. His eye twitched as he adjusted his glasses and looked back over at Taehyung. He bit his lip and looked over at the main cafe counter, eyes searching something and landing on what he was looking for.

His big, doe-like eyes widened even more as he saw one of the employees grab Taehyung and Yoongi's order. The employees started towards them, and Jungkook turned to Taehyung quickly.

"Look, we really don't have that much time, but I want you to know that the reason why I asked for a wish the other day was because-" He abruptly cut himself off as the worker came over and set the drinks and treats down, smiling at both of them and walking off again.

Jungkook let out a quick breath and eyed the food and drinks, clearly holding himself back and biting his lip again.

"-Because I'm basically the genie from the movie Aladdin," Jungkook finished, wincing once the white bag full of pastries in Taehyung's hands slipped from his grasp and dropped onto the table.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook as if he were crazy, but didn't freak out nearly as much or as boisterously as he would have had they'd been anywhere else. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Jungkook was basically a movie character, but, it made sense.

That was the one thing that had happened that entire time Taehyung had been around Jungkook that made any sense to him. He rested his head in his hands as he stared at the beautiful being before him, and suddenly, that also made sense. Why he was so brash with Taehyung, why he had appeared from a sand vortex, and why he was so frustratingly pretty.

He looked down at the table, and simply processed. It was insane to him that the things he had read about in books, and watched on television, were real and actually apart of reality. Jungkook was tangible, and could give him anything he wanted if he asked.

But then it occurred to him.

"Wait...I have a couple questions," Taehyung said, sitting up straight again with a braced, yet confused look on his face. Jungkook nodded and smiled widely.

"They all do. But then again, you're not like everyone else," Jungkook said, gaining a wistful look as he waited for Taehyung to ask. He was still very on edge, although, and Taehyung assumed it was because of the fact that there were two orders of drinks and snacks.

His hyung had been gone for quite awhile, now that Taehyung thought about it. Maybe Jungkook could sense Yoongi, and was able to figure out that he was with Taehyung, and therefore knew they didn't have much time at that small table. He didn't know how genies worked completely, but he was sure 'sensing' wasn't something impossible for someone who could allow anyone anything.

"Why is there only one wish? Isn't the default usually three wishes?" Jungkook scoffed and stifled a laugh, trying his best to not attract attention. Taehyung knew better, though. Everyone was staring at them. And he knew they were all for Jungkook.

Even though that wasn't exactly true.

"Yeah, the default is three for you humans because you are all greedy and hope for too much. Reality is much more simple, and more balanced. It would be quite problematic if I gave everyone the freedom to ask for anything they want three times."

Taehyung nodded thoughtfully at Jungkook's reasoning, seeing the logic in it all and agreeing. He didn't want to pry further, feeling like that was the end of it when it came to wishes.

"So, if you have no lamp, and you didn't seem to come from the necklace, where even the heck are you coming from, as well as your weird, glowy sand?" Taehyung asked again, tilting his head a bit. Jungkook nodded, finding that a very understandable question and clearing his throat.

"Whenever the necklace is rubbed, or the necklace feels as though the wearer is in danger, I am summoned from a sand realm called 'Kharzheshfak,' Well, at least, that's how it is said in human languages. It means, 'Land of the Light,' and I was born there many moons ago. And not as a child, but as a full grown adult with a purpose," Jungkook answered, tearing through the precious flesh of his lip with his teeth from anxiety and making it bleed.

Taehyung smiled a bit and resisted the urge to cough. It would have disguised his laughter, and he wanted Jungkook to see how ridiculous he thought that name was. He respected it, of course, it gave birth to this handsome being and Taehyung had yet to be stopped from staring, but he still found the name funny.

He couldn't even begin to wonder how to pronounce it, even though he heard it. He also couldn't even picture how it was spelled. Oh god, the spelling. How in the world would you even spell that damn word?

When he opened his mouth again to ask, he saw in his peripheral a familiar head of blonde, and rushed to get his question out. There was time to smash his head against something from the craziness of the situation later.

"Why did you call me your one and only or whatever the fuck?"

Jungkook looked surprised by the quickness of the question, but soon relaxed and grimaced. He lowered his head as he prepared to speak, that familiar rumbling starting up again.

'No, damnit, too soon!' Taehyung thought, bouncing his knee up and down frantically as he stared holes into Jungkook's head. Wow he had a nice head- no, stop it Tae.

"'My only true one.' I said that because...well because, ever since I was born all that time ago, I've been told that I would meet someone that the necklace couldn't infiltrate the mind of, and that they would be fated to court, or well, date, me. Since day one I have waited for the one, the person that could give me relief from this lonely lifestyle."

Jungkook looked back up at Taehyung, and trails of tears were already winding themselves down his cheeks.

"The only person in the whole entire world that could make me vulnerable, just as humans. And the one person I am meant to grow old with," he finished, smiling shakily at him just as a rope of sand inched its way out of the ground and towards their table.

Yoongi was finally heading toward their table as well, and Taehyung was panicking. Everything Jungkook was saying was making his heart hurt, and he didn't know how to make him stay. He didn't know why he had to leave, Taehyung was sure Yoongi wouldn't mind if he invited...a friend.

So why couldn't he stay?

Taehyung snatched Jungkook's arm just as the tendril of sand snatched his other, and he looked the man dead in the eyes.

"We'll meet again soon, okay, and we can talk about this whole 'fated lovers' bullshit, alright? Alright?" Jungkook nodded sadly, and Taehyung let go. Then, as soon as he blinked, he was gone.

As if he had never been there in the first place.

Yoongi came over and smiled, sitting across from Taehyung and immediately going for his drink. He sipped at it and made a face.

"Eugh, it's borderline lukewarm. Damnit, shouldn't have let that barista distract me for so long," Yoongi said, taking another sip and moving out of the way just in time for Taehyung to spit his own drink out.

"What? Barista?! Who? Which one? What's their name? What do they look like? We're they making a move on you? Did you like it-?"

"Okay, okay, first off, shut up kid. Second off, the one that was in the back and came out just as I was coming out of the bathroom. Third off, their name is Namjoon. Fourth off, I'm gonna stop saying 'first off' or whatever. They look fucking fantastic. Yes they were. I only liked it partially," Yoongi interrupted, giving Taehyung a look that spoke of murder.

Taehyung giggled at the answers and wiped the table with the napkins the coffee shop offered, not taking the look seriously at all.

Yoongi rolled his eyes and leaned over, smacking Taehyung upside the head and sitting back down with his drink still in hand. Taehyung protested and swatted at his hyung, delighted to know that Yoongi had found someone to at least flirt with, and feeling excited to tease him about it.

Yoongi that day had officially become a regular, and they both knew it.

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Over the course of the next few weeks, it had become a habit for Taehyung to rub the necklace's amulet, anticipating the sand to shoot out of the ground and the only person in the whole universe that could make his knees buckle to appear.

They had gotten to know each other quite well, and usually, by now, Jungkook would have forced the wearer of his summoner to make a wish, seeing as though he could live forever, he still had other people in the world to attend to.

But Taehyung was different. No matter how many times Jungkook told Taehyung to just make a quick wish so that there wouldn't be a time limit on his visits, which there apparently was, and he could possibly become human, Taehyung refused.

Because he found it better to be able to talk to Jungkook whenever he wanted with a limited amount of time each, then to leave everything up to destiny and hope that Jungkook wouldn't be tied to being a genie anymore.

He trusted Jungkook, and he trusted his word, but he didn't trust the gods to grant him and Jungkook the time to get to know each other, and learn to appreciate and care for each other that they deserved.

Jungkook told Taehyung that the gods, when they first made him, designed him to be reprieved from his job as soon as he met Taehyung, because he deserved to rest and it could be destructive if the human race actually noticed that he existed and tried to take advantage of him.

Taehyung believed most of that, but he didn't believe that the gods would offer mercy to the person he was supposed to be with. During the weeks he had gotten to know Jungkook, he had started noticing what he was like. Brash, blunt, a perfectionist, loyal, caring, and incredibly stubborn.

He was also pliable and shy at times, and Taehyung just wanted to be able to love him. He just couldn't find it in him to put all that trust and faith that he could put into Jungkook, into what some mythical being told him that one time centuries ago.

Jungkook would always shake his head and leave dejectedly after Taehyung would give him the reason, again, and Taehyung would only feel slightly bad.

Only slightly.

"Hey, Jungkook," Taehyung said one day, it being two and a half months since he first met Jungkook. Jungkook looked up from where he was watching TV on the couch, and raised his eyebrows in question.

"I never had the guts to ask, but are there other magical creatures on this planet?" he asked, looking over at his supposed-to-be boyfriend and raising his eyebrows too. Jungkook shook his head and flipped through channels, scanning the TV as he explained.

"No. Technically, all things, including humans, have magic within them. What makes a magical creature though, is that magical creatures can harness that magic and use it. Like vampires, they can use the magic they have to extend their fangs and extract blood, as well as compel, which I'm sure you know about, and poison."

Taehyung's eyes widened at that, surprised to hear that vampires were real, but also not really. He shouldn't have expected anything else, actually, when he thought about it.

"So, does that mean vampires live here?" he followed up, setting his phone down and giving Jungkook his full attention. Jungkook sighed and deflated before picking his head back up and continuing his channel surfing.

"What did I just say? No, nothing magical lives here. There are other realms within Earth's space where beings like me live, since I am technically the only one who can handle the atmosphere and environments. Like, vampires will burn to crisps if they were exposed to the Earth's sun. But the sun they have in their realm is sensitive to their skin, and they can skip around outside however much they want," Jungkook concluded, rolling his eyes as he talked about vampires.

Taehyung made a sound that was a cross of a scoff and a giggle, and he was starting to notice a pattern. Then he gasped and his eyes widened.

"Hey, Kookie-hyung? Do you think I'm a magical being because I'm so good at creating sounds?!" Jungkook grimaced at the honorific and shook his head, clicking on a channel he was satisfied with and giving Taehyung a look of distaste.

"Please don't call me that. Technically, my human age when I was born was younger then you, so please just use 'ah,'" he said, practically begging Taehyung to stop immediately. Taehyung laughed and threw his head back, nodding and getting up from the table.

He walked over to Jungkook and plopped himself on top of him, laying himself upon Jungkook as if he were a blanket. Jungkook groaned and wiggled under Taehyung, being fully capable of sending the younger off the couch but having his arms pinned.

Taehyung grinned and kissed Jungkook's cheek, laughing hard when he saw a stream of wonder drizzle into each of the taller man's eyes. He looked as if he had won the lottery, and his expression of annoyance dropped quicker then Taehyung could say "Kharzheshfak." Which wasn't really fast, so that wasn't a good analogy, but it was what it was.

Jungkook smirked, and before Taehyung could even question what he was thinking, he was on his back and Jungkook's face was so close to his face, that if either of them moved an inch, their noses would brush.

Jungkook never let up the devilish grin that made him that much more handsome and leaned down, kissing Taehyung on the cheek as well, and then on his nose. Taehyung blushed harder than a tomato, and Jungkook giggled.

'Goddamnit, of course his giggle is cute. Of course!' he thought, pouting and trying to move his arms to push at Jungkook, but failing miserably. Taehyung was never one to question the whole dynamic of what they were supposed to be, because after a week of the cafe meeting, they had decided that they would do whatever felt comfortable.

They would advance on each other if they wanted, and could refuse if they wanted. If they were destined to be together, then they could be as slow or fast as they wanted. And Taehyung had thus far never been uncomfortable with what Jungkook has done with him.

Which was mainly just touches like they were doing now.

So when Jungkook didn't get off of him after staring at him for a few moments, Taehyung gulped and let his mind wander. What would it be like to kiss Jungkook? Surely it would be heaven if all Jungkook had to do was touch him and Taehyung got a hard-on.

Well, not anymore. After the first few meetings, Taehyung had gotten used to Jungkook's husky scent, amazing personality, and blinding good looks. It felt impossible at first, but he got used to it.

Jungkook positioned himself so him and Taehyung were a couple inches apart, his arms were braced on either side of Taehyung's head, forearms against the cushions, and the rest of his body was flush to Tae's.

Taehyung was honestly having the time of his life in that position. It was pretty nice. Jungkook was as well, though Taehyung couldn't really tell.

He was a little too good at hiding his emotions when he wanted to be.

Then, Jungkook moved a little closer, and whispered against Taehyung's lips:

"May I kiss you?" His eyes glittered and sparkled like his sand, and his irises flashed gold but for a second. Taehyung gasped again and squirmed, unable to look away from Jungkook's eyes and feeling the pressure of wanting to look at his lips.

Those petal, always-glistening lips that called to him, wanted him to look at them and place his own against them. He had to have control, however, like Jungkook did then. He swallowed thickly and stopped moving, thinking deeply about the possibility of kissing Jungkook.

Did he really want this? Did everything in him so badly want to temporarily fuse himself with Jungkook in such an intimate way?

After a few moments of mulling it over, or really, stalling, Taehyung slowly allowed his eyes to trail down from Jungkook's eyes, to his cute, button nose, and to his lips.

And as soon as he saw them, he had to physically hold himself back from smashing his own to Jungkook's. Oh, Taehyung wanted to kiss Jungkook. He did, he so badly did.

They were beautiful and shaped just right; just for Taehyung. And Taehyung needed to taste Jungkook. At least a little.

He bit his lip and nodded, his eyes never straying from where they were fixed on the elder's lips. Jungkook licked them, and Taehyung died that much more inside.

He nodded back and leaned down, slowly relieving the weight from his arms as if it were nothing, and brushing his lips against Taehyung's.

It was like a fire exploded along Taehyung's lips, and he bit his tongue to hold back a whimper. It was electrifying, just that touch, and Taehyung needed more. Jungkook smiled, but let it drop as he quickly shoved his lips upon Taehyung's; moving quickly and desperately almost as soon as they made contact.

Taehyung whined and kissed Jungkook back as fast as him, needing, wanting. Jungkook tasted distinctly like strawberries, and something else he couldn't place. Something foreign and delicious. Taehyung practically ate Jungkook's lips as they fought for dominance, not really caring about who got it and moving their lips in sync feverently.

They kissed each other as if they hadn't eaten in weeks, and Taehyung loved it. He loved that Jungkook was being roughed, and spluttered in his movement when Jungkook swiped his tongue over Taehyung's bottom lip.

He opened his mouth instantly and eagerly, allowing Jungkook to explore his mouth and tangle their tongues together. Everything fell into place like they were the only two pieces of a puzzle, and Taehyung was dizzy from pleasure. His mind was fuzzy, and all he could focus on was Jungkook.

It could have been seconds, minutes, hours since they first smashed their lips together, but all too soon, Jungkook was pulling away, and panting heavily above Taehyung. Taehyung's chest was heaving all the same, and he looked up at Jungkook blissfully.

Jungkook smiled gently and got off Taehyung, sitting down beside the couch and scratching his head. Taehyung giggled at the sight and patted Jungkook's head.

"You need to leave?" he asked softly, trying not to smile wider when he noticed the light flush of Jungkook's cheeks. Jungkook nodded and fiddled with his fingers, feeling a bit bad that he'd have to leave again.

Taehyung's smile turned a bit sour as he saw it, and considered something. He placed his hand absently on the teardrop on his necklace and sat up. He tapped Jungkook's shoulder and patted the cushion next to him.

Jungkook looked over at Taehyung with questions burning behind his eyes, but complied nonetheless. Taehyung sat forward and spread his arms, Jungkook flushing a bit more and hugging Taehyung.

Taehyung thought that was quite ironic - Jungkook got flustered at small, affectionate touches, and Taehyung got flustered by more intimate, sexual touches.

Something he was not used to, but something that was actually kind of welcome. It was new and different. He loved it.

Sighing and grabbing the single charm that hung from the gold necklace around his neck, Taehyung slightly pulled back and looked Jungkook in the eyes.

"I know what I want to wish for," he said, ignoring the surprised look that came onto Jungkook's face. Jungkook spluttered and barely had time to say anything before Taehyung opened his mouth again.

"I wish..."

Jungkook gasped as the rest of the wish was drowned out by the sound of his sand bursting out of the ground, and, without his permission, snapped his fingers.

It was something he was compelled to do as soon as someone would wish for something, and he couldn't stop it. Couldn't tell Taehyung to take a second longer to consider, because he knew it was something that was impulsive.

Something Taehyung only wanted in the moment. And just before Jungkook was thrusted back into his realm, a tear escaped his eye, and he reached out to move a piece of hair out of Taehyung's face.

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Ope, nope, that's the end. For now. Hope y'all enjoyed and won't kill me for the semi-cliffhanger. I lost motivation as soon as I typed that last word, and I tried, I really did try to squeeze out an ending, but I couldn't.

I just couldn't, sorry guys. This one-shot was TOUGH, but I hope it was enough. I know I didn't really describe Tae getting over the fact that magic exists well, but I couldn't write more than this. I, again, hope y'all understand!!

Opposites Attract chapter coming out either Saturday or Sunday <333 I love you all more than you could ever know!!

And don't forget, y'all nice--keep going!! 💜💜