(Y/N) POV:

I stand outside the holding cell Yuna has been moved to. The boys had offered to come along, looked extremely reluctant to let me go by myself but had respected my decision and given me the space to cut ties with the final obstacle that held me back from happiness and from moving on completely.

I enter, no hesitation and no fear anymore, striding forward to stand over where Yuna sits- blank and statue-like, her eyes flicker up to meet mine but there's nothing except an impassive expression that greets me.
I can't sense any remorse, any regret for what she's done, can't see any guilt in her aura, can't detect any fuming energy levels. I won't and can't persuade her to tell me how she feels. Because it isn't about her, it's for me that I'm here today.

"I don't particularly care if you feel bad, if you feel even an ounce of regret Yuna..." I begin, her face tilts to keep her stare on me.

"I don't care what twisted perception you have of your mother, of me as the one who stole your childhood, but I suffered for years because of your mother, because of the woman who mentally abused me, made me so powerless and helpless that I couldn't do anything except sit there day after day, trying to endure, trying to continue living. Because of her I was a shell, because of her I just existed- alone. I can't say I'm sorry, that I'll apologise because the truth is...I never intended for her to die." I continue speaking, finally letting out everything that has been bottled up since that day, so long ago.

"It was self-defence, nothing else really. It was my last attempt to save even a scrap of myself that she hadn't scarred and damaged. I didn't want things to go that way, even if she had made living a nightmare I couldn't escape from, I didn't want her to die." I say, honesty in each word.

I hadn't wanted to escape through taking someone's life, as horrifying as it had been to live with her, be near her, I didn't want her parents, her family to mourn.
Yuna is stock-still. But I can see the hurt in her eyes, the pain. And inadvertently, unknowingly I had become the cause of it. She had been young too. Lost her mother at an early age. So even though her behaviour and actions were unwarranted and couldn't be justified- I felt pity for her.

I know how hard it was to grow up without a mother, I knew the pain too well.
But that didn't mean she could lash out and hurt other lives in the process.

"It was an accident. One I regret, one I will atone for myself. But I didn't have full control over my ability, I didn't know the full extent of what I could do. That was the beginning of learning who I was, how my ability worked. If I could go back, I'd save her. Even though she was a monster for me, I'd save her. Because the life was never mine to take." I say, sincerity in my words, even as my voice wobbles.

Yuna's eyes are filling with tears, becoming glossy as they spill over silently, coursing down her sunken cheeks.

"You've read 'Cursed Fate', that has been my way of cataloguing my pain, trying to deal with it, the webtoon you're such a fan for, is the horrible tale that was my life." I speak, voice full of pain, watching as recognition enters her eyes, her lips part in shock and disbelief.

"But even though you were hurting, your way of going about finding solace was unjustified and hurt many others. I hope you can find peace with yourself Yuna," I finish, having nothing more to say to her, nothing further to explain what had happened that day, the fateful day that had me marked me as cursed.

My past has ended, something I've overcome and can now leave behind, Yuna...has the rest of her life to dwell on it, live with it. And now...I'm finally free.

I walk out from the holding cell as a free soul, all the hurt, all the lingering remnants of the past held captive between those four walls, imprisoned alongside Yuna.

Today marks the end of the curse and the beginning of a blessing. A step forward to happiness. A step forward to my soulmates.

JIMIN POV:

I kiss down Kookie's neck, relishing in the gasps that leave his pretty mouth, plump and glistening, head thrown back, curls tousled and messy from how Joonie hyung has been playing with them whilst they kissed.

"Arngh...hyung please." Kookie gasps from under me, chest heaving.

I tug the tender skin of his neck between my teeth, biting it gentle enough to not hurt but hard enough that it leaves a pretty mark, I slowly lathe my tongue over the skin, soothing away the sting and then sucking it harshly- the breathy gasp he lets out adding to the experience.

I lean back, admiring the reddening mark that decorates his neck, watch as his body squirms even whilst being pinned down by Joonie hyung, bodies plush together.

"Stop squirming baby boy." Joon hyung's voice rumbled out, eyes dark with desire.

Hyung draws my mouth into a heated kiss, fiery and passionate and filled with pleasure, I moan into his mouth allowing hyung to take control as he dominates my mouth with his tongue, furiously exploring the cavern of my mouth in large strokes that are quick and deep.

From under us, Kookie gasps- a needy sound, that draws our eyes to his, lips parting to see his face open and imploring.

I lean down to press a kiss onto the corner of his mouth, stroking the curls back from his face.

"Don't be like that baby...you know if you keep that up, then we won't be leaving the room at all. And I'm sure Yoongi hyung has heard enough. You make the prettiest sounds." I whisper against his skin, hand skimming down to rest on his bare torso, that is covered in a slight sheen of sweat.

He squirms against Joonie hyung, whose breath starts to come in sharp, harsh pants, a low groan leaving his mouth.

"Love... as much I want to spend the entire day with you, (Y/N) will be coming back soon." Hyung says, regretful that we can't spend more time, losing ourselves in each other but I know that we all don't want to make her uncomfortable or left out.

Kookie's mouth drops open, a sight teasing me to join our mouths again, but he shakes his head.

"You're right hyungs...(Y/N) might need us." He says as he sits up, Joon hyung now straddling him and I eye the marks that decorate his chest, boxers being the only thing that he's wearing.

Hyung and I share a fond smile, seeing Kookie so caring, so attentive to our youngest soulmate makes our hearts swell with pride, desire quickly dissipates from his eyes, and a fierce need to help (Y/N) instead filling them. Now seeing him scrabble around the room to pull on clothes is adorable, he pulls on Joonie hyung's t-shirt instead, the sight bringing a smile to my face. Kookie may like babying and caring for (Y/N), but he loves being babied too.
He stands impatiently at the door, eyeing our own barely clothed forms with impatience.

"Come on hyungs, there's plenty of time for this later." He says, words starkly opposing to the mewls and pleas he'd let out not so long ago.

But we knew Kookie had sought us out to help distract him from the worry about sending (Y/N) on her own, had wanted us to remove his worries. And if we got to bring him pleasure too, then why should we refuse? How could we refuse? Even though he hadn't voiced it aloud, his eyes had said it all.
He was our soulmate. And we would do anything for him.

YOONGI POV:

I clutch tightly at the cushion between my hands, the sounds of Kookie moaning, gasping, pleading, and mewling still ringing in my ears, mingling with the fond teasing tones of Joon-ah and Jimin-ah as they brought pleasure to him. There was only so much patience I could have, and then suddenly the tones turn loving, tender, and soft. The sound of loud footsteps running down the stairs fill my ears and then my eyes are filled with the vision of the three of them entering the living room dressed but slightly dishevelled.

I glare at Jimin and Joonie, their eyes twinkling with fond amusement, but then huff. It seems like I'm destined to be driven mad by the beautiful melodies that are my soulmates, each of their breathing holds different qualities, each of their footsteps tread in their own way, being constantly surrounded by their sounds makes each day a memorable experience.

And how could I be angry when they look so happy?

I just can't.

It's only a few minutes later when the door opens and the sound of (Y/N)'s familiar footsteps enter, the sound of her shoes gently hitting the ground and then the light padding that follows before she enters the living room.
Her entire posture is straight and perfectly poised by there's a redness in her eyes that wasn't there when she left. But she's smiling, it's not fake, I can tell by the steady thumping of her heart that she isn't experiencing anything that has hurt her, her breaths are regular save for the odd hitch.

"Hey." She says with a slight wobble to her voice.

Kookie immediately rushes forward, large arms engulfing her in a hug as he holds her close. Her arms immediately come back to hug him, hands scrabbling for purchase desperately against his back. Her body shakes slightly, her breathing loud and deep.
The two of them stand there, holding each other, and I watch as her hands ease out of the fists that bunch his t-shirt to where they rest flat against his back, watch the shaking stop and her breathing even.
She steps back, smiling wryly at us.

"Sorry...I just...I just really needed someone to hold me. It's over. It's all over." She says, voice shaking slightly, as though she can't truly believe it either.
We smile at her, and then my feet are carrying me forward, carrying me towards the two.

"Never apologise for needing us, or anyone. And I'm so glad, so glad. For you." I say, drawing her face up to look at her straight in the eyes.
"We love you so so much. Never forget it." I say, trying to ignore the gruffness in my voice as my throat gets choked up. But it's full of love, love for all of us.
(Y/N)...we are not alone and incomplete. Because you entered our lives and made us whole.

HOBI POV:

That night when we're all seated around the table for dinner, I notice something.

(Y/N) is sitting with an ease and comfort that she hadn't shown yet, one that was so much freer and more unrestrained than the comfort she had displayed. It was like she was finally free and unafraid to love, to be with us. Her body posture was without any tension, her movements more fluid and freer, her smile and laughs more easily expressed.

It was a huge difference, one I didn't know we'd needed until I saw the radiance in her face, the sheer joy radiating off her, the full beauty of her smile as her lips curved upwards, cheeks bunching at the top and eyes sparkling. The touches she didn't shy from but reciprocated, another voice at the dinner table, one more exuberant than the one we'd known.

It was like all the strings holding her back and entangling her present and past together had been cut. The snares of the web Yuna had tried to trap her into falling away and disintegrating.

She smiled and shone like a beacon of light, hope, and positivity.

The energy that was coming from her in large waves of elation, free and light, her very presence the air that filled our lungs.

She was our beautiful warrior, the phoenix who rose triumphantly from the ashes and was reborn into an even more majestic being.

The bond between us all burned brightly and bold, imbued in a strong golden glow, the tether firm and unrelenting. She had wholly accepted the bond, something had shifted when she let go of the past, it brought her closer to us, let her presence in the bond be the bubbly pure form she had always been.

In that instance, her eyes met mine, bright and unflinching, she met my gaze with a warm smile.

"What's wrong Seokie?" she asked.

And in that moment, I knew.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." I replied. My heart soared with exhilaration, felt my own energy respond to hers, gliding out of me and merging with hers.

Nothing was wrong. Because we had each other. We finally had her too.

(*SNIFFLES* THERE YOU GO LOVELIES! THERE IT IS. THE FINAL STEP OF HER PAST NOW NO LONGER HOLDING HER BACK- WHAT DID YOU MAKE OF HER INTERACTION WITH YUNA? LIKED IT OR NOT? LET ME KNOW AS USUAL, CAN'T WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR RESPONSES TO THIS CHAPTER! NOW THAT IT'S FINALLY HAPPENED, PERHAPS WE'L BE GETTING TO WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. LET'S SEE! STAY SAFE!)

Love is something that engulfs you, slowly at first until you're entirely consumed with it. It makes moments special, memories beautiful and life wonderful. Love is what everyone deserves- to live being cherished and to spend life with those who make you happy. Love comes in many forms. Love has no shape, no single form, but it's something that fills your heart.

Borahae! 💜💜💜

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