It was happening again, the trials, Jimin was being accused if witchcraft, he would be hung.

No matter how much he ran, they woul always find him. Always. So, he ran to the forest, the forbidden forest. It was peaceful there, it made him happy, it wasn't as scary as he thought. The berries were filling, the water from streams clear. The nights the perfect temperature, the ground soft.

*One morning, as he walked through the forest, trying to explore more, he heard something, or more, someone. Somebody was in the trees. *

You jumped down, lifting him up into the air by his neck using your magic. You were real, witches were real, he couldn't believe it. You were gorgeous, drop dead pretty. You examined him, letting him down after a few minutes, Jimin massaged his neck instantly, wiping a single tear. He stared at you, witches are supposed to be ugly, you were so pretty. He had never seen a really pretty girl before, he had seen pretty girls, yes, but they were never this pretty.

Jimin walked towards you, staring into your eyes, your cold, cold, pretty eyes. He wanted to feel your skin against his.

"You're pretty." He blurted out, covering his mouth instantly, embarrassed.