Éternel: Wings of Fire (#1) (BTS Dragon!AU)

Closer To Me (13)

WARNING!

This chapter contains a brief description of being restrained and unwanted physical contact. There is also a mention of self-harm. Please exercise caution if you are sensitive to these topics!

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"Nyke jaelagon naejot ipradagon aōha riña."

("I wish to eat your child.")

"No. It's 'nyke jaelagon syt aōha riña naejot ipradagon.'"

("'I wish for your child to eat.'")

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, dropping my head down to the table as Yoongi groaned and shut his notebook, leaning back into his chair with his hands on his head.

"What did I say?" Yoongi asked, leaning on the table with his elbows.

"You just said you wish to eat my child," I translated, and he cursed in response, pushing his hands on the table as he got up, walking away in frustration. "Yoongi, come on, sit down. You're doing fine."

"Even though those idiots are over there laughing at me?" Yoongi pointed across the room to the couch, where the rest of the boys were sitting. Jin was on his phone. Namjoon was re-reading the Book of Dragons along with Hoseok, and of course, the three youngest were giggling about his mistake. "I'm never going to get this." I pulled out the chair and tapped the seat, looking at him with determined, encouraging eyes.

"You can only get better by practicing," I smiled. Yoongi scoffed, smiling unknowingly with me as he sat down, scooting closer to begin again. "Now let's try something different. You've come to talk to Mileena, the Warrior who grieves. What do you say?"

"Iksan Yoongi hen Drakokru... Se iksan jurnegēre... iksan jurnegēre naejot ȳdragon..." Yoongi began, trailing off into a fit of mumbles. I slipped my hand down to grab his, squeezing it gently with a reassuring smile. Yoongi cleared his throat then started over. "Iksan Yoongi hen Drakokru, se nyke epagon naejot ȳdragon naejot se vīlībāzmio Mileena, se mēre qilōni qūvy."

("I am Yoongi of the Dragon Clan, and I wish to speak to Mileena, the warrior who grieves.")

A smile wider than the seas spread across my lips at his perfect enunciation. I immediately lunged at him, wrapping my arms around him while laughing. "See? It wasn't that hard," I grinned, pecking his lips quickly. Though, before I could pull away, he grabbed the side of my face and pulled me back in, tilting his head to connect our lips once again.

Seokjin pretended to vomit from across the room, earning glares from me and Yoongi as we pulled away from each other. Jin raised his hand defensively with a sly smile. "Just kidding," He said.

"Shut up, you cotton candy looking idiot," Yoongi cursed. I pushed his shoulder in disbelief.

"Min Yoongi!" I scolded him, but I had to hold back my laughter from his creative insult, which wasn't completely dishonest.

A few days ago, I challenged the boys to a race on our dragons. At first, they said no, knowing that I would most likely beat them, but once I offered a bet and gave them a reason to try, they took me up on the race shortly afterward, my words probably motivating them to win no matter what.

"If you guys win, you get to order me around for a month. But if I win, you have to dye your hair whatever color I choose."

And here we were, four days later, the boys' hair dyed bright and vibrant colors.