Y/N~
You know what's the worst idea before a high-stress final tournament?
A night fair.
You know what we decided to do anyway?
Exactly that.
"C'monnn, let's go, Minx!" Jungkook says with his usual spark, tugging at my wrist like a kid on sugar.
We're both bundled up in sweaters—that Jungkook's mom sent few days ago as a good luck gift for Jungkook for the tournament and one for me as the cheerleader. We're walking down the winding path from Hogwarts toward the village fair that blooms only once a season. It's glittering with hanging lanterns, levitating food carts, and music that makes your feet tap without permission.
Jimin, of course, is strutting ahead with Taehyung and Lima, pointing at anything that sparkles. "That's cool," he says at least five times in the first two minutes.
We eat floating marshmallows. Watch fire dancers with dragons curled around their shoulders. Taehyung wins a wand holster at a rigged ring toss. Jungkook tries to win me a stuffed puffskein but ends up knocking the whole game stand over, and I've never laughed harder.
And then we see it.
The House of Mirrors.
It's tall and crooked, with flashing lights and a narrow entrance wrapped in illusions of vines and shifting shadows. Lima looks mildly suspicious, but Jimin already paid for us.
"You know this thing messes with people's heads, right?" she mutters, stepping in behind me.
"That's the point," Jimin winks.
Inside, it's... weird. All these reflections of me. Some taller. Some shorter. One of them has my hair blonde and I'm terrified. The air smells like peppermint and static.
We scatter like moths in a spell jar.
I'm laughing when I turn a corner—only to be yanked into a narrow rectangular room hidden behind a false mirror.
"What the—Jimin?"
He shuts the sliding wall behind us with a soft click.
His face is closer than usual. Too close. My heart's beating like I just ran from a banshee.
"I can't stop thinking about you," he says quietly, so unlike his usual tone.
"What?" I choke out.
"I thought I could ignore it. I really did," he says, eyes sharp but soft at the same time. "But every time I see you with Jungkook or everywhere, I feel like I'm going mad."
"Jimin—no. You can't—this is a bad idea—he'll—he'll kill you—"
"He's not here."
"Yes, he is, somewhere in this house—"
And then he kisses me.
My brain short-circuits. My body betrays me.
I kiss him back. Pulling him closer by the neck and deepen the kiss.
It's warm and terrifying and way too much, I miss it too much and I hate how good he tastes and how much of my breath he steals with just one kiss.
"Y/N!"
I jerk back like the air turned to ice. Jungkook's voice echoes through the mirrors.
Oh no.
"Oh my god—no," I whisper, heart pounding like it's trying to escape.
I push Jimin away, breath ragged. "He can't know."
He doesn't fight it. Just watches me with eyes that say way too much.
I stumble out of the hidden room, nearly crash into a mirror, and finally find a corridor that leads me back to the group.
"There you are!" Jungkook says, rushing over. "You okay? Your cheeks are red—you look like you just cried or ran from a ghost."
"Panic attack," I blurt too fast. "I got lost from the group, I panicked."
His face softens. "You should've yelled. I was calling your name everywhere."
"I—I didn't know where I was," I say, but I know exactly where I was. Who I was with.
Lima appears beside me with Taehyung. She looks at me with silence, skeptical gaze. Her eyes drift to my swollen lips, and she raises an eyebrow.
I avoid her stare.
"Did you find a way out?" I ask.
"Yeah," Jungkook nods. "Just follow me."
We finally exit the House of Mirrors, the night air hitting my flushed skin like cold water.
A few seconds later, Jimin steps out casually, brushing back his hair like he didn't just drop a bomb on my entire emotional system.
"Where were you?" Taehyung asks him.
"Looking for Y/N," he says smoothly.
I elbow Lima subtly. She doesn't elbow back. Just sighs like she's debating whether to hex me now or later.
To save the mood, we stop by the cotton candy cart.
Jungkook buys the biggest one, pink and fluffy and bigger than Taehyung's head.
"I'm winning tomorrow," Jungkook says, bumping his shoulder against mine, trying to cheer me up. "Then we'll eat ten more of these. Deal?"
"Deal," I smile, even if it's a little forced.
He walks ahead with Taehyung and Jimin.
I hang back for a second, letting Lima catch up to me.
"You want to talk about it?" she whispers.
"No."
"Fine. But I'm not lying for you."
"I didn't ask you to."
"Yet."
I don't say anything after that. My heart is still somewhere back in that room.
Tomorrow is the final round.
And I'm scared I won't make it through the day without breaking something—myself included.