Your eyes slowly opened as you heard the sound of the flute playing. You found yourself in the field of flowers with beautiful weather. You stood up slowly and dusted yourself down.

You could hear the beautiful music faintly coming from the north so you headed there. The sound was different from how Namjoon had played. It was definitely beautiful but this one was sweeter, calmer and much warmer whereas Namjoon's one was more involved with beauty, love and sadness.

You reached to a huge tree and saw the boy on the branch, playing the flute.

"Jungkook?"

He stopped and smiled. He jumped down from the tree and landed lightly on the ground. He walked towards you and grinned.

"So, you figured out who I was?"

"I always had my doubts."

He chuckled and made his flute float before it disappear into a thin air.

"Well, I believe you have questions to ask."

You nodded your head.

"You knew who I was from the start so why didn't you help me?"

"I'm not supposed to," he spoke. You stared at him in confusion which he noted. "I'm the Guardian of this world, (Y/N). I have to make sure everything is normal. This is not an illusion but rather another universe. In which, you were not supposed to exist in Namjoon's world."

"What do you mean?"

"Ever since I died in the real world, I was sent here to fulfil my duty as a Guardian to ensure everything is in it's proper state. You are not supposed to be here so I suppose you have a reason."

"Does that mean the me from this world is in my world?"

"No it doesn't work that way because of the flute," Jungkook paused as he studied your confused expression. He chuckled and ruffled your hair gently, "don't worry about it too much. And I guess you are here to break the curse."

"Yes but I have no idea how."

"Well, I want to ask you something first. Tell me, what were you planning to do?"

"Excuse me?"

"Despite countless harsh treatment you faced from Namjoon, why is it that you were willing to make sure he knows who you are. And also, why are you willing to go through all this for him?"

A smile spread on your face.

"Simple. I love him. And I learnt that just being with him is a beautiful thing."

"Is it the same feeling with Seokjin hyung?"

"Hmm I feel like a sister with oppa. Like a family. Someone who is irreplaceable and the day just brightens up thousand times when I'm with him."

You noticed Jungkook's eyes softened and there was a slight sadness in his eyes. Nonetheless, his eyes were shinning beautifully.

"Love definitely is a beautiful feeling. I wish I could have spent more time with him."

He mumbled the last sentence softly so you couldn't really hear it. You tilted your head in confusion. He shook his head and grinned.

"I'm glad that you became a part of their lives, especially Namjoon hyung. He found someone like you."

Your ears turned red and you cleared your throat to maintain your composure. He chuckled and snapped his fingers which made his flute appear in his hand.

He pointed at the butterfly carving on the flute and you placed your attention to it. It was similar to the one on Namjoon's. The only difference was that his was JK while Namjoon or rather Min's one was M.

"This is the key to break the curse. Do you know my painting of Yoongi?"

"Yoongi?" you asked as you tried to figure out who he was talking about. Then you remembered the paining which meant that he was referring to Min.

You nodded in response. Once he acknowledged your answer, he continued, "Well, I'm going to need Yoongi to tear it. Please explain to him because he will for sure not be willing to. Anyways, after tearing it, there will be a blue butterfly crystal. Place it over the carving of Yoongi's flute. Magic will work and the curse will be gone."

"I understand."

A huge smile spread on his face and he clapped his wrist using his free hand delightfully. Bouncing on his feet a bit like a bunny.

"Well, I can't keep you here for a long time. Namjoon will be worried about his little kitten."

You lowered your head to hide the red hue on your cheeks. Your face was heating up and you knew you were as red as a tomato.

"I'll play the flute and you close your eyes. Then, count to three. Once you reach three, open your eyes and you will be back to your place."

"Okay."

He placed his mouth on the lip plate and remembered something before he started playing. He lowered it a bit so that he could speak and not blow air into the tone hole.

"Can you do me a favour?"

"Sure."

"Help me tell Yoongi that I'm doing fine, I miss him and to stop blaming himself. Also, tell him...we will definitely meet again."

You noticed how his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about Min. Curiosity did spark inside you but you decided to leave it aside.

"I'll relay the message to him."

"Thank you."

He brought the flute back to his lips and started playing it. You closed your eyes and listened to the music that was entering your ears sweetly and smoothly.

You took in a deep breath and counted to three.

1

2

3

You opened your eyes slowly and just like Jungkook said, you were back in your-no. It was somewhere unfamiliar. You had never seen this room before. You sat up and felt something heavy on your hand.

You glanced at the side and you felt relieved. Namjoon was sleeping with his head on the bed, holding your hand tightly. You were in his room.

You leaned in towards him and whispered into his ears, "Wake up..." you nudged him slightly.

He made a disapproving noise as he was being shaken awake. He slowly lifted his head and rubbed his eyes.

"Did you sleep well?"

He hummed in response and his eyes widened after his brain had fully processed the voice that just entered his ears. He looked up and by now he was fully awake as he saw you smiling at him.

He immediately pulled you into a hug, shocking you slightly. You laughed softly and patted his back. He hugged you tightly as if he didn't want to let go and you knew it.

"I'm back."

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Jungkook hummed as he walked down the street. He turned at the corner and smiled at the person waiting for him.

"Are those for me?" he asked as he pointed at the bouquet of flowers that the other person was holding. A small chuckle was heard and the bouquet was passed to him which he took gladly.

"Am I in trouble?"

"Nope. I sent her here."

"Why would someone like you do that?"

Taehyung bursted out laughing. Jungkook raised one of his eyebrow as he didn't understand what was so funny.

"I love my children, Jungkook. That includes her, you, Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Yoongi."

"If you do then you wouldn't have separated us."

"That's because something unacceptable happened. But don't worry. The sand in the hourglass is reaching to its end soon."

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Seokjin had been crying and hugging you for an hour since you had waken up. You knew your brother tend to overreact but you didn't expect it to be this worse.

"Oppa... I'm really okay."

He sniffed and pulled back with a pout. He wiped his tears and tugged your hair behind your ear.

"I'm really thankful, (Y/N). I really am."

You smiled and nodded your head.

All of you had gathered in Namjoon's room after they had been informed that you were back. You told them what had happened and also about Jungkook. You noticed the slight change in Min's expression. You didn't know if it was a positive or negative response but you knew Min was looking guilty and being quiet the entire time you were talking.

"And so he said to tear off that painting."

That was the first time Min spoke and just like Jungkook told you, he wasn't willing to.

"What?! But that is the only thing I have that has his traces. You expect me to tear that?!"

"Min," Seokjin placed his hand on his shoulder. Min glanced at him and then at Namjoon. He bit his lower lip and let out a sigh, "Okay Fine."

Min went down to get the painting and Seokjin followed him to help.

You looked at Namjoon and he paid his attention to you.

"May I know what is the relationship between Min and Jungkook. Also, Jungkook calls him Yoongi. Is that his real name?"

"Well, I guess it's about time you should know. And yes, his real name is Min YoonGi. Also, you need to know how this curse was brought about too."

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Min knelt down on the ground and picked the painting up. He ran his hand over the painting.

"I miss him. Do you think he's doing well?"

Seokjin smiled and patted his back.

"(Y/N) said that he is. Besides, he's way too strong not to be doing well. I remember he broke the pineapple into half with his bare hands."

Min laughed and nodded in agreement.

"That kid is so unpredictable."

He stared at the painting for a while and stood up.

"Well, I guess he had prepared another surprise for us again."

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It started when Seokjin and Min or rather Yoongi was called by Taehyung. Standing before the two of them were two toddlers. Both of similar age.

"What is the meaning of this?" Yoongi asked in confusion as he observed the two unfamiliar boys.

"Well, I told you that you were receiving gifts. So, I brought them. Jungkook and Namjoon. Do you like it?"

"Human gifts?! This is amazing. I'll take really good care of them." Seokjin exclaimed as he knelt down to position himself at the boys' eye level.

"You know how busy I am. How do you expect me to take care of a child?! I'm a devil. I don't know anything about caring. All I do is deal with deaths everyday. You might as well give me a break as a present so that I can sleep whole day."

Yoongi groaned as he folded his hands in disbelief. He couldn't believe he had to handle another living being when he could barely have time for himself.

"But Yoongi, you know how gifts work. They help to give us warmth and affection that humans receive. They help to take your fatigue away and look at them. They are so cute."

Seokjin tried to convince Yoongi but Yoongi just scoffed.

"If you like them so much, you can take both of them. I don't mind. I'm sorry, Taehyung but I'm going to deny this gift."

"You really don't like it?" Taehyung asked, feeling a bit disappointed in himself as he thought it was the perfect gift for the two.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and left the place.

He groaned as he sipped in a cup of coffee that Hoseok had prepared for him while they were working. He had barely any sleep.

He groaned again and dropped his head backwards as he squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"You should rest, hyung," Hoseok suggested.

"Yeah I guess so. I'll take a short break. Can you handle it for a while?" he said as he stood up to get a breather. He could hear Hoseok telling him to take as long as possible and that he would handle it for the time being.

He let out a sigh and leaned his hands against the railing. He made his flute appear and he started playing a familiar tune.

A light breeze blew and the weather became slightly cooler but brighter at the same time.

He stared at the sky above and decided he should head back since he had nothing better to do. He might as well as sleep in. He turned and felt a tug on his pants.

He looked down to find one of the boys that was supposed to be the gift. He tilted his head in confusion as he wondered why this toddler was here. He remembered this one was Jungkook since he's smaller and doe-eyed.

After a little while, he noticed the boy's lip trembled and his eyes got teary. Yoongi panicked and knelt down as the boy started sniffing. He picked the boy up and rocked him in his arms to calm him down.

'Did he get lost? What exactly is Seokjin doing?!' he thought to himself.

He noticed that the boy had relaxed and he looked at him in his arms who was fiddling with his flute, finding it interesting. The boy stared back at him with big round eyes and gave him a toothy grin. Yoongi blushed and he felt a tug on his heartstring.

Yoongi smiled and pinched his cheek lovingly.

"Cheeky boy."

And that was the start of everything.