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Get away. Get away. Get away. You just had to get away. Your heart was pounding as you raced amongst the trees. As you rounded a large oak, the edge of your long skirt caught on a bush, yanking you to the ground.
“Where are you??” The gruff voice of your to-be-husband screamed. With a renewed surge of adrenaline, the fabric rips in your fists, freeing you from the foliage. You bolt, now able to run fully without restriction. You didn’t want this. Not like this. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life..or so you were told. But your parents were impatient and put you in an arranged marriage. Of course they didn’t bother to learn about who they signed their child to. You had heard rumours and you had hoped they weren’t true but when he showed up the ceremony smelling strongly of alcohol, you couldn’t take it. So you ran.
You don’t know how long you had been running but just as you were about to collapse, something caught your eye.
There.
In the distance were ruins, overgrown with various plants. Perhaps you could hide there? But as you ran for it, you didn’t see the ring of mushrooms circling the stony structure. Rounding the corner, you slip and fall. Wasting no time, you manage to crawl under a pile of vines. They barely covered you, but you hoped it was enough.
“Who are you?” A baritone voice as smooth as honey inquired, sending shivers down your spine. You turn to see a man towering over you, his clothes made from giant leaves and what looked like petals in some areas. There was something under the cloak he wore but you couldn’t exactly see what. The man’s hair fell into his bright blue eyes, but the most startling thing about his eyes was his pupils, sharp feline slits. Definitely not human.
“Who are you?” He asks again. There was concern in his eyes as he knelt beside you.
As his hand raised towards you, your eyes fell upon the tattoo on his skin, an eye encompassed by a triangle, the iris matching his own eyes. His fingers meet your jaw and you can’t help but flinch. His brows furrow, but he pulls away.
“Y/N!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU??” Your fiancé stumbled amongst the trees nearby. The suddenness startles the stranger causing bright blue butterfly wings to snap out from the cloak as he looks off in the distance. He kneels over you, shielding you as your fiancé stomps by, grumbling to himself.
The moment the two of you can no longer hear him, the man (or you guess fairy) removes himself from you, walking away. When he returns, handing you a leaf filled with water, he nods at you to drink. You’re so parched that you didn’t stop to think. As soon as the water trickles down your throat, specks of light begin to shimmer in the air around you. In fact, the cuts on your arms and legs begin to mesh back together until there was no trace of a wound other than the trails of blood.
“He will not find you here. Now that you have consume something of my world, you can never leave. I’m sorry, but it was the only thing I could thing of.”
You crawl out from under the vines and look out at where he was. Instead, there was a wall of the same shimmering light radiating from the line of mushrooms.
“May I know your name?” The man asks you, pulling your attention away from the light. He stands near a doorway in the ruins, holding his hand out to you.
“Y/N. What about you? What’s yours?”
“Sanghyuk,” he says as you take his hand.
Turning your back on the world, you let him lead through the door, feeling a tingling sensation throughout your body as wings grow from your back to match his.
Maybe, just maybe, this was better than what you could’ve hoped for.