Fated Beyond the Worlds
Chapter - 1
Author Moonbae
Hey!!! Starling 🌌
Author Moonbae
It's my first time writing a story.
Author Moonbae
Umm... I'm quite nervous 😣
Author Moonbae
But it's ok....
Author Moonbae
It happens, right?
Author Moonbae
Ik not many readers read this type of stories
J-hope x Y/n [or any other characters]
Author Moonbae
But don't worry, Starling!!
Author Moonbae
I'm also gonna write -
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I'll make sure you love this 😚
Author Moonbae
Aish I talked too much
Author Moonbae
Ok let's start then»»
[Early Morning — Around 4 AM]
Darkness ruled the world.
The only source of light was the silver-yellow glow of the Moon, hanging quietly in the frozen sky.
Winter had wrapped its arms around the Earth, and last night's snowfall lay like a soft, endless white duvet.
The ground drowned in the cold stillness of night… yet faint chirps of early birds echoed — desperate parents searching for food for their babies.
A cold, fresh breeze whispered through the dense forest, weaving between small shrubs, kissing them softly.
It danced around towering trees, curling like invisible ribbons of mist.
Finally, the breeze drifted towards a small, hidden place — where houses quietly stood.
About 10 to 15 of them, huddled together… beautiful enough to seem unreal. Magical.
The walls and rooftops of the houses were painted black, but the fresh snow had coated their roofs in pure white.
Small lamps flickered gently inside every house and along the empty road, casting soft golden glows against the snow.
As we move further, a large house — no, a mansion — rises into a view.
Two times the size of the other homes, with a grand door at its entrance, wrapped in silver plating and carved with intricate floral designs.
The mansion stood proud, yet... tonight, an unusual silence blanketed the entire place.
Not just the mansion — the whole hidden village.
It wasn’t the silence of a winter night… it was different.
Heavy. Unknown. Unspoken.
As if the air itself was holding its breath.
This place, known only as ″Lunaria″, lay hidden deep within the forest — far from human eyes.
Or rather… to hide from them.
But if you look closer… the reason for the heavy silence reveals itself.
Inside the mansion’s grand prayer room, everything glowed in ethereal white.
The walls, tall and flawless.
Huge, door-sized windows were veiled by flowing white curtains that swayed gently in the cold breeze, whispering secrets to the night.
Unlike the rustic village outside, the architecture of this room was almost celestial — delicate, ancient, divine.
At the center stood a towering statue of the Moon Goddess.
Carved from silver and marble, so lifelike that it felt as though the Goddess herself was watching, listening.
Those who entered couldn’t help but kneel, hearts heavy with reverence.
In her presence, every burden melted… every worry drifted away… replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and compassion.
Before the Goddess, seated on a wooden white bench, was a handsome man — mid-thirties, sharp yet gentle features.
Clinging to him was a beautiful woman, her face buried in his embrace, tears staining his clothes as she wept.
His voice was low and comforting, soft words and gentle hands trying to soothe her broken heart.
Watching them quietly, hearts shattered yet faces calm, stood the people of the Lunaria village — the ″Witches″.
Their eyes glistened with unshed tears as they prayed to the Moon Goddess… for their Master.
Their Saviour.
The man seated before them… he wasn’t just anyone.
He was their light, their protector, the warmth in long winters, the mischief in dull days.
The one who shared food with them, laughed with them, teased them, played silly pranks — their beloved J-Hope, real name Jung Hoseok.
Author Ciara
Let me tell you what’s happening here…
Author Ciara
Today… J-Hope officially becomes an Angel.
Author Ciara
But not the simple, perfect kind of angel.
Becoming an Angel requires years — no — centuries of proving yourself.
You must spread love, kindness, guidance.
No anger. No hatred. No negative emotions.
Only pure light.
Author Ciara
And not just for one year. Not two. Not ten.
Five hundred years.
Five hundred years of flawless devotion.
Author Ciara
One slip? One mistake? You start from the beginning.
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So today…
He leaves his body behind.
He returns to the Moon Goddess — where his soul truly belongs.
No physical form.
Only spirit.
Only purpose.
Author Ciara
From now, he becomes her assistant — her hand among the stars — managing not just this small world… but the entire universe.
Author Ciara
Of course, reaching her side isn’t immediate.
There are trials. Steps.
Author Ciara
And one day, when another takes his place… he will be sent back to Earth.
To be tested.
To see… if the human temptations still call to him…
Or if he truly belongs… to the stars.
Jung Hoseok
"Shh... don't cry, Love."
Hoseok whispered, gently patting Yuna's back, his hand moving in slow circles, trying to soothe her.
His heart clenched painfully at the sight of her tears — he couldn’t bear to see her like this.
But they were both helpless.
Fate was cruel, and they both knew it.
Jung Yuna
"Can't you... stay?"
She whispered, her voice trembling as she looked up at him with glossy, tear-filled eyes.
Her lips pouted, and the strength she usually carried crumbled when it came to him.
She was strong — everyone said so — but around him, she was fragile.
And she hated it.
She didn’t want to be apart from him again.
But fate… fate always seemed to pull them apart.
Jung Hoseok
"I’m sorry, my love,"
He murmured, brushing his thumb across her damp cheek, wiping away her tears.
Her skin was soft beneath his touch, flushed not from the cold, but from crying too much.
Her nose was red, her eyes swollen — yet she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Jung Hoseok
"But don’t worry… I’ll be there whenever you miss me. Just call my name."
His voice was soft, almost a whisper, filled with promises he wished he could keep.
Jung Yuna
"Then you have to stay with me all the time..."
She sniffled, her voice barely audible as she buried herself into his embrace again.
Her arms tightened around him like she feared he’d vanish the second she let go — and maybe, deep down, she did.
She didn’t want him to leave.
Not again.
Jung Hoseok
"You remember the first time we met? In this life of yours..."
Hoseok chuckled softly, the sound warm and nostalgic.
Jung Hoseok
"You hugged me so tightly, We actually fell down."
Jung Yuna
"Don’t laugh now..."
She muttered, cheeks flushing at the memory, but a small, shy smile tugged at her lips.
Keep shining like a North star🌟
I'll introduce them in next chapter 🤗
Dedication & Disclaimer
“To those who believe love never truly ends — it simply waits… hidden among the stars,
waiting for the right moment to begin again.”
Copyright © [MoonBae067] 2025. All Rights Reserved.
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Author Ciara
This story is going to be 'straight'.
Author Ciara
Cuz it's Jhpoe x FL.
Author Ciara
I don't like to ship him with other members. i can't bear his ship sailing with other members.
Author Ciara
Who else is like me?
Author Ciara
I'm Taekook shipper💜💚
Author Ciara
Yoonmin shipper
Author Ciara
And Namjin shipper too.
Author Ciara
You tell me are you too?!
Author Ciara
See you in next chapter
Author Ciara
Till then bye bye
Chapter - 2
Author Moonbae
Hey starling!!🌌
Author Moonbae
How are you doing?
Author Moonbae
Hope you are happy in your delusional world 🤭
Author Moonbae
Ok, let's start the chapter »»
Jung Yuna had been an orphan since the age of six.
Her father, a soldier, lost his life in the war. Her mother followed soon after, losing a brutal battle against cancer.
With no family left, Yuna was taken to an orphanage — a place that, despite its shadows, gifted her two of the brightest lights in her life.
There, she met her best friends — Jennie and Rosé, girls a year older than her. They too carried scars of loss — witches by blood, orphaned by tragedy.
The three of them grew up side by side, like sisters woven together by fate.
They finished high school together, their bond unshaken. As time passed, Jennie and Rosé slowly found their roots again — learning magic and ancient traditions from the remnants of their families.
But Yuna chose a different path.
She opened a quaint little book and flower shop — a hidden haven that smelled of old pages, wild blooms, and forgotten dreams.
She had always loved ancient books, especially those woven with fantasy and lost legends.
Maybe… just maybe… she was searching for herself within those stories.
But no amount of flowers or forgotten tales could fill the void she carried.
It felt like a piece of her soul had been missing for as long as she could remember. She would often drift away, lost in thought, staring at nothing for hours.
Jennie and Rosé noticed — they always did. So, when they turned 24, they found a way to bring more warmth into their little family.
Together, the three of them adopted two little boys — Jimin, age four, and Taehyung, age three.
The boys were clever, too beautiful for their age, and wise beyond their years.
They rarely needed scolding, but their mischievous streak — especially Taehyung's — reminded everyone of Jennie's rebellious teenage years.
By the time Yuna turned 26, and Jennie and Rosé were 27, they decided to celebrate their birthdays together — like always.
This year, they chose to visit an ancient town, hidden away and rich with forgotten stories.
Dressed in delicate hanfu, their flowing fabrics danced with the breeze as they explored like carefree teenagers.
Jimin and Taehyung, eager at first, opted for their own little adventure — a school trip that happened to fall on the same day.
The three women wandered narrow streets, laughing, clicking pictures, breathing in the crisp, ancient air.
Eventually, they arrived at a serene pond surrounded by wooden galleries, built centuries ago. The place was quiet, birds chirped faintly, and the greenery all around carried the scent of earth after rain.
They sat there for a while, the silence like a familiar song wrapping around them.
But as always, Yuna drifted into her thoughts.
Her heart had felt uneasy since yesterday.
Like something was about to change — irreversibly.
Jennie and Rosé exchanged a look. Seeing Yuna like this wasn’t new, but it never failed to worry them.
She hadn’t eaten properly in a day, so they slipped away quietly to find food, leaving her lost in her world.
Yuna stood alone by the pond, her mind fogged, her heart racing without reason.
The rustling leaves, the chirping birds — it all faded.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the stillness — gentle, cautious, careful not to startle her.
Someone
“Excuse me… Miss… why are you standing here alone?”
A man stood behind her, dressed in ancient attire, as though he'd stepped straight out of a forgotten legend.
Tall. Handsome. Composed.
But the moment his eyes met hers, his entire facade shattered.
Tears welled in his eyes. His lips trembled. His expression twisted with raw disbelief and unspeakable emotion.
He looked at her as though she were a ghost.
Or more precisely… the one he'd been waiting for… for lifetimes.
Yuna froze. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Her body moved before her mind could catch up.
Something unseen pulled her toward him — stronger than reason, deeper than memory.
Her feet moved — hesitant at first — then with urgency… until she ran straight into his arms.
He man caught her easily, his arms wrapping protectively around her waist and back, holding her close like a precious, fragile bloom.
They stumbled onto the soft grass, Yuna pressed against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck.
Unknowingly, tears streamed down her cheeks.
An overwhelming sense of longing, safety, and familiarity consumed her.
The man — Hoseok — held her tighter, his face buried in her hair.
Exactly the same as he remembered.
Five hundred years of waiting.
Five hundred years of grief, suffering, and undying hope.
All of it… dissolved the moment he held her again.
They stayed like that — tangled in each other’s warmth — as though trying to calm a storm that had raged within them for centuries.
Eventually, Yuna pulled back, her teary eyes meeting his.
Realization dawned as she noticed their intimate position, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
But when she tried to retreat, his arms tightened.
He whispered, his voice raw, laced with vulnerability.
Jung Hoseok
“Please… don’t.”
The pain in his words shattered what little resolve she had left.
Later, they sat by the gallery, the silence no longer heavy — but comforting.
Hoseok finally broke the quiet, testing the name on his tongue — the name she had carried through lifetimes.
She tilted her head, confused.
Jung Yuna
“Yeah? How do you know my name? I… didn’t tell you…”
A soft chuckle escaped him.
Jung Hoseok
“Let’s just say… I know everything.”
Jung Yuna
“What do you mean? I’m so confused…”
Her lips pouted unconsciously — a small habit she’d never shaken off.
Hoseok’s eyes softened with amusement. He stood, extending his hand toward her.
Jung Hoseok
“If you truly want answers…”
His voice was gentle but firm,
Jung Hoseok
"You’ll have to come with me.”
Yuna hesitated for only a moment.
But deep down… something whispered… the questions that haunted her… the why’s that kept her awake…
They’d finally be answered.
Biting her lower lip, she placed her hand in his, never breaking eye contact.
The moment their hands touched, Hoseok’s breath hitched.
The same moment.
The same expression.
Different time… different fate.
He helped her to her feet, his fingers lingering.
Jung Yuna
“Where are we going?”
Jung Hoseok
“To where we left everything behind… where we promised to find each other again.”
His words were cryptic — heavy with meaning only he understood.
Yuna’s brows knitted in confusion, but before she could ask anything else, Hoseok began to chant softly.
The world around them shifted.
The rustling trees, the distant bird songs — everything vanished.
Tiny stars began to swirl around them. The air shimmered with unseen magic.
A brilliant white light engulfed them, forcing their eyes shut.
To know what happens next...
Keep shining like a North star 🌟
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