#NO ONE MIND THE ONE PEBBLE AND THE HORRORS. THOSE ARE UNRELATED

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[unicyclehippo]

Oof 6 for the prompt thingy. hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

Once, when Beau was little—not young, but little, perhaps twelve or thirteen years old and still not started her real growth—she got one of those bad fevers, the kind that the old fortune tellers and gossiping grandmothers (often one and the same) said came on the sour winds from the west. Beau didn’t know shit about “sour winds” but she knew then—and still thinks now—that the fortune tellers didn’t know jack shit about illnesses. Mostly the fever passed and left nothing with Beau, only several blank days where all she can remember is clinging heat, inescapable, unrelenting, and white all around her as the fever burned out her vision. It hadn’t been too bad; she’d been miserable while she was in it, probably, but she doesn’t remember that. Only that the days of recovery had been agony—weak as a kitten, she had been tucked into her bed so tightly it was like she had been strapped down, and they poured cold soup and gruel into her. The memory of those days were inconsistent too; not the blank nothing of the fever pitch but a gauzy thing, thin and full of holes—she remembers shouting herself hoarse to be let out of bed, remembers the meals and vowing never to eat soup again, and the way her fever spotted her skin with a rash, the red barely visible on dark skin but she could feel the faint bumps when she ran her fingers across it. Those were the moment Beau knows happened—sickness, anger, and the hovering presence of the maid. But sometimes, when she casts her mind back, there is the haziest memory—a dream? or something real?—of her mother at her bedside. The coolness of blue eyes staring down at her, the coolness of a hand on her forehead. The quiet burbling of words Beau can never recall—dream or memory?—as she kept a vigil through that long, sleep-scattered night.

‘She maybe kept you company while you had a fever?’ Jester clarifies, eyes wide with something Beau can’t name.

No, that’s a lie. It’s horror. She’s horrified by what Beau has told her.

‘I mean. Like, whatever right? I was fine. I’m fine.’

‘You’re better than fine,’ Jester agrees, instantly, angrily, sincerely, ‘but that can’t be your best memory of her.’

‘It’s. Y’know.’ Beau scratches at an old scar of pebbled skin. The only lasting remnant of that old fever, other than the memories. ‘She’s not exactly warm. And it’s not the nicest thing she ever did for me but when I think about that night it’s kinda like—she still...I don’t fuckin’ know. She cared. She didn’t have to sit there all night but I think she did. It’s - nice. My dad was out talking to the fortune tellers like oh my firstborn is sick what do I do,’ Beau half-wails in the silly voice Jester adopts when she’s talking about Thoreau. ‘And that did absolutely nothing. Obviously. But she was there and it - it’s nice. She wasn’t that kinda person, so.’

‘Right, right, right,’ Jester says, and nods, and smiles.

And Beau ignores the still-present horror in big dark eyes and works at tucking that memory back somewhere it won’t fade, won’t change. It’s not a lot, she knows that, but when she thinks about it she can set it overtop all the other memories and the haze of it softens the rest. Lets her see it all, her whole life with them, through a gentler scope.

[inanotherworld5599]

Welcome to the Magic Shop

Summary: Based on the Magic Shop VCR from the 5th Muster because to be honest, I had to. That was way too good of a prompt for me not to. (This is just an intro if people like it I'll definitely put up more chapters because this my first time writing something like this?)

Pairings: Jikook

Jungkook's not sure how he landed in this mess but it's for certain that he hadn't expected for it to actually lead him to seek professional help.

So his magic was a bit shit to be putting it nicely (it wasn't like he had meant to set the dorms on fire, it had kind of just happened and the incident was entirely unrelated to the fact that a girl had smiled at him and he'd freaked out) but that didn't mean the Academy's counsellor had to tell him in not so many words that unless he found a way to train he'd probably never be able to make it as a proper Magician in the Ministry.

Jungkook should have proceeded to argue that if the Academy was really all that hyped up to be they should be able to train him themselves but of course his shyness mixed with his strictly non confrontational attitude had led him to sit quietly and just nod.

Another thing he needs to work on.

Magic tutors were not an uncommon thing in this day and age, while the Academy was a place for all aspiring Magicians to enter and display their talents, the more powerful ones, ones with more potential often chose specific tutors to give them an extra edge so they could enter into the highly competitive Magician industry.

And of course there were cases like Jungkook who needed a tutor just so that he could talk to other people without causing some catastrophe or the other.

He'd gotten offers from all around, tutoring shops that were both big and small, after all Jungkook may have been a bit of a mess but in no way was he a untalented.

Cube and JYP had to be his first option after all they were the most famous ones but it's a small card with Big Hit's: Magic Shop that catches his eye.

It seems familiar somehow, the name that is and Jungkook kept staring at the card until he finally realises in whose association he had heard it to.

Kim Namjoon.

Holy shit, the Kim Namjoon.

Jungkook was as introverted as anybody could get and getting him to talk about anything was a herculean task which one could succeed only if he didn't run away at the meer sight of you.

Jungkook was hopelessly passionate about though and he could talk about it for hours and hours as long as the discussion was pertaining to.. you got it, Kim Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon in no way was superbly famous or even that well known but Jungkook had been a fan since day one and by fan it was more like he was quite literally two steps away from setting up a shrine and worship the man (he tends to do things in extreme to be perfectly honest.)

Kim Namjoon was brilliantly smart and he'd probably get to great places with his intellect alone especially in Magic Theory but he'd chosen to forgo all of that to get involved in the more practical aspects of magic.

The spells he created were a work of art according to Jungkook. There was such an intricate and thoughtful use of magic in all of his spells that Jungkook had quite literally wanted to become a magician just so that he could use those spells.

And now the opportunity to be tutored by him? Holy shit Jungkook's actually glad that he'd freaked out and set the dorms on fire.

The Academy isn't overtly happy about one of their more promising albeit a bit of train wreck students choosing an entirely unknown tutor but there isn't much they can say which is how Jungkook find's himself in front of a quaint little shop tucked in the outskirts of Soul Forest.

It's beautiful and homely with green creepers and tall trees surrounding it and Jungkook can faintly hear the gurgle of a stream in the background. Everything out here screams peace and yet Jungkook can't help but be frozen mid way on the pebble pathway to the door with absolute fear.

He's always dragged his parents around in the fear of having to interact with strangers but this time he knew he was entirely alone and at the age he is in the embarrassment of having his parents baby sit him outweighs him stammering over a few words. But the thought of meeting his idol is almost nerve wracking and ninety percent of Jungkook's brain is telling him to run.

But instead he moves forward.

He peers through the frosted glass of the door not knowing what to expect. The shop was even more beautiful on the inside and it's enough to make Jungkook poke his head through the door after reasoning with himself that he can always choose to run away if something irks him.

What he doesn't count on is the bell that chimes when he opens the door and it makes him go still.

There is some rustling and the faint noise of footsteps which bring a pair of perfectly polished shoes in front of him.

Jungkook gathers up the courage to look up to see.....

To see the most beautiful man he'd ever laid eyes on. Platinum blonde hair with silvery eyes that shine just as brightly as his earrings the man in front of him looked prettier than the ancient paintings of Angels that our usually held as the epitome of beauty.

Has he died and gone to heaven? Did his anxiety seriously kill him?

Holy fucki-

"How may I help you?"

Jungkook just stands there in a daze staring at the man something at the back of his mind praying that he isn't openly drooling. He has somehow managed to enter the shop, he's not sure how because he's so captivated by the man in front of him.

The blonde haired man has to be the most beautiful thing he's ever seen by far and his voice is sweet melodious and welcoming just like everything else about him.

There is no such thing as perfect, Jungkook had been taught growing up and he had truly believed it. Until this moment of course.

"Hello?" The man's voice is a bit unsure now which is understandable considering that Jungkook is gaping at him like a goldfish.

Words Jungkook, use your words, his mother had told him so that's exactly what Jungkook does except it's not much of words just disconnected sounds.

"Excuse me?" The pretty man says again and this time his smile is a bit more amused and it's so dazzling that Jungkook can just melt.

In fact that's almost exactly what he does to the candles in the shop.the candles all melt in an instant making the only source of light the fairly lights that have been hung all over.

"Ohmygod!" Jungkook mumbles out when he realises in horror what he's done.

"I'm so sorry!" Jungkook says utterly flustered and is almost on his way to run out or be chased out but instead the beautiful man just laughs making Jungkook freeze up right in his spot for the umpteenth time just this hour.

"That's a really cool trick!" The man says,"Even Namjoon-hyung can't do this!"

Jungkook blinks Namjoon's name finally reminding him what he was here for.

"U-I-I-" he clears his throat but his voice still come south as small,"I'm Jungkook. Uh-I-I was invited for the magic tutoring?"

The man beams up to him,"I know who you are Jungkook-shi, I'm Park Jimin the owner of the shop!"

Jungkook's eyes widen and Jimin laughs again,"I'm really happy you picked us! Sorry for messing with you for a bit, I've read your file and I just wanted to get a clearer idea of your situation."

Jimin leans forward and suddenly he's just inches away from Jungkook and Holy crap, he's even prettier up close.

"The file didn't mention how cute you were though." Jimin says his silvery eyes trailing the length of Jungkook's face and the curve of his jaw before finally settling onto his lips.

"Hmm even if it did I don't think it would have been able to do justice." Jimin's eyes finally snap back to his eyes and Jungkook's face is so red that he actually feels like he's on fire.

Jimin's eyes flicker to Jungkook's shoulder his face more sharper and ethereal bathed in a flickering orange light,"You're on fire."

Jungkook vaguely registers that he is literally on fire because of course but before the panic or actually the relief considering that being burnt to ashes would at least save him from the embarrassment can set in the fire goes our with a faint hiss.

"I'm good with water spells." Jimin says"So you won't have to worry about burning things to the ground, I won't let you."

Jimin winks and Jungkook feels like he might just die right there.

"Will you have a seat?" Jimin points to the couch that's neatly situated in the middle of the shop,"I'll get everything in order and tell you how to proceed with things."

Jungkook manages to nod somehow, his only achievement really and he sits down with a thump.

His shock is finally wearing off and the mortification and utter embarrassment was starting to set in now.

No way could he come back after all of this. No way. No wa-

"Jungkook-shi." Jimin's voice is quite and there is something utterly fond in his tone that makes Jungkook look up. The beautiful man smiles at Jungkook and there is something so utterly soft in his eyes that Jungkook thinks that he was wrong to think that Jimin was the most beautiful thing he had ever set his eyes on because it was nothing compared to fond and genuine smile that graced Jimin's features now.

It was breathtaking.

"Welcome to the Magic Shop." Jimin says softly before turning around and walking towards the counter.

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Should I continue?