#i couldnt figure out how to make sanha wreak that much havoc all at once

[astrofireworks]

the one in which sanha accidentally changes their entire house (and knk's too)

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for @goddammitdanyul - buddy ur post it’s canon now~~~

It’s the hottest day in the whole history of ever, MJ swears. It’s the kind of sluggy day where all the energy in the world has been absorbed into the weather and nobody has any motivation to move or do anything at all, much less MJ. He’s been slumped over in the armchair by the window for the past hour, trying to seek coolness from the three Cooling crystals he stole from Bin earlier in the day.

Perhaps he should steal another one, a small voice at the back of his head says. It sounds a little like Sanha, so MJ chooses to ignore it. Also because going upstairs to Bin’s charms room requires Getting Up, though, something MJ’s unprepared to do.

And anyway he’s pretty sure if he moves from his spot in the armchair an MJ-copy made purely out of sweat would peel away from his body and remain in the exact same position he’s in now, twirling its salty, sticky finger around (increasingly ineffective) crystals.

Perhaps he could ask Sanha to do it… MJ tilts his head a single degree to the left and is greeted with the sight of Sanha, Soggy Noodle Extraordinaire, sprawled out nearly unconscious on the floor, kind of like that one soggy noodle that falls out of the colander by accident when you’re trying to drain a pot of pasta.

Jinjin? He raises his head, mildly more alert. Maybe he could wheedle Jinjin into asking Bin for him.

After a few seconds of scanning their living room, MJ flops his head back down on his arms. Damn Jinjin and his hardworking tendencies – MJ’s just remembered Jinjin’s hard at work in their garden outside, Cooling crystals hovering around his face and tucked into his gardening apron pocket.

How does he do it? MJ wonders, staring blankly at the road in front of their house. The heatwaves coming off the baked asphalt are enough to warp the entire road, making it seem like one of those visions that one guy from the Seventeen coven could cast. He can feel them from where he’s seated at the windowsill, indoors with the air-conditioning working overtime – how can Jinjin even function outside when he’s sweating from every pore?

“Hyung, I’m bored,” a whine comes from the noodle on the floor. MJ shifts from where he’s been staring at the road and pushes all weird thoughts out of his mind – if we sweat from our eyes would it be considered tears or sweat – in order to reply to Sanha.

He squints at the noodle, “Aren’t you supposed to be helping Rocky with his potion orders?”

“He’s taking a nap. Says it’s too hot outside and it’ll throw off the temperature of his potion or something like that, I wasn’t listening much after he told me to go.” Sanha rolls onto his side, slowly rolling a bottle of water on its side and flicking his finger at it.

“Also, Bin and Eunwoo are working on more Cooling charms – it’s all they’ve been doing the past two days and I didn’t want to third-wheel,” Sanha adds on, almost as an afterthought to the two still-silent, not-quite-yet-boyfriends upstairs.

There’s a moment of silence as they both watch the water change colour with each flick and then –

“Let’s play a game, hyung!”

MJ groans internally – he’s getting too old for this.

Nonsense, a voice in his head (sounding suspiciously like Jinjin), you told me yesterday you still felt fifteen.

I am fifteen, MJ argues with mind-Jinjin. One of Rocky’s hyungs told me that as long as you act younger you’ll look younger.

Mind-Jinjin snorts and offers, yeah, but then Jimin told him he acted too young right after.

MJ’s about to reply mind-Jinjin but he feels the bottle Sanha was toying with hit his shin and an annoyed Sanha go, “Oi, hyung, are you even listening to me?”

Oops, caught.

“What did you say?”

“What’s your favourite colour?”

MJ stares blankly at Sanha for a while – what goes on in that noodle brain?? – before slowly responding with a hesitant, “Purple?”

Sanha hums in agreement, and waves his hand in the air. Sunshine yellow magic spills out from his finger tips and wafts in thick clouds around the room, strangely reminiscent of the time Sanha tried to cook but somehow managed to burn the entire pot of rice to a crisp and set off the fire alarm, before seeping into the door cracks and into the window gaps and out of the house.

“Wait, what did you just do?”

Sanha beams slightly in MJ’s general direction (but mostly at the ceiling), “You’ll see.”

MJ waits with bated breath for three dangerously silent seconds – if there was anything wrong, Jinjin would run in screaming to confront them.

One.

 Two.

Thr-

“Hyung, what colours do you think your dads like?”

MJ heaves a sigh of relief when nobody bursts through the front door, then turns to Sanha – “Black, probably. They always wear black and white.”

“Yeah, but that’s because blood stains don’t show on black clothes.”

“I’ve never seen them use other colours though,” MJ considers. The only splash of colour in the entire KNK coven house was MJ’s room, MJ’s kitchen, and MJ himself.

“Huh,” Sanha responds.

Again egg yellow clouds tumble from Sanha’s hands, and MJ watches (with no small amount of envy) as they curl up from where Sanha’s lounged on the floor, around the armchair, around the television, around the lamps – then out, out and away.

“Sanha, what was that for?”

“What was what for?”

MJ resists the urge to toss Sanha’s bottle right back at his face. Just barely. “Your magic, you idiot-“

“I explained it just now! You just weren’t listeni-“

“Wait, wait, Sanha, shush, there’s someone coming-“ MJ flaps his hands in Sanha’s general direction, ignoring the younger’s protest that he wasn’t even making that much noise, thank you very much, the real noisy one is the one sitting right there in the armcha-

And sure enough, a red convertible rolls up right in front of the Astro house and stops by their curb. Two small, dainty figures step out of the car, and almost as if the temperature outside dropped 20 degrees, MJ’s view of the baked pavement stops being warped by heatwaves. Actually, now that MJ’s squinting, there seems to be small gusts of snow trailing in their wake, melting and almost sizzling in the hot sun instantly.

The two figures in everyday clothes, approaching their house? They’re definitely magic.

“Hyung, what’s up?”

MJ’s frozen slightly (pardon the pun), bright eyes peeking above clenched hands on the window sill. He doesn’t reply Sanha.

Magic users. Coming towards the Astro house.

Vaguely, he feels the air change as Sanha gets up from the floor to catch a glimpse through the window as well.

“Stay down,” MJ hisses at Sanha. “We’ve never seen them before; I don’t know if they can be trusted.” He doesn’t know if he should send Sanha up to Bin or down to Rocky first but right as he starts voicing it, he sees a flash of green apron and straw hat burst from his garden and straight at the two figures –

“Jinjin!” MJ leaps up from the armchair, sweat-copy MJ be damned. Jinjin stands no ground against magic users - he’s only a human, albeit one equipped with sharp garden pruning shears, and MJ sure as hell isn’t losing him to two witches with mysterious intentions.

 Wait.

He pauses, hand on the doorknob.

That’s definitely Jinjin’s laugh. MJ has all of Jinjin’s laughs carefully categorised in his mind, and this is one of them. The delighted giggle, not the slightly nervous laugh whenever Bin says some startling thing, not the amused snort whenever Sanha tries to pull one over on Jinjin, not the soft chuckle he reserves for when MJ and Jinjin watch dramas together. The oh-my-god-I-haven’t-seen-you-in-two-months-how-are-you delighted giggle.

Almost as if on cue, Bin flies down the stairs and past Sanha, running to the door at almost full speed, Eunwoo following close behind and yelling for Rocky to “get your ass upstairs, you lazy piece of rock, your favourite witch in the world is here”.

MJ steps out of the way right before Bin crashes into the door with a soft thud, still giggly and excited. He shares a confused look with Sanha before Bin swings open the door and they’re both stunned in place by the sudden hea-

Heat? It suddenly feels like 20 degrees, not the baking 40 degrees it was before. He sees the bewilderment spread across Sanha’s face, no doubt an exact reflection of his own.

Who are these witches?

Almost in answer, Rocky comes skidding to a stop right behind Sanha, doubling over and breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead.

“How do I look,” he demands, pushing his sleep-mussed hair away from his forehead and out of his eyes. Meeting only with perplexed looks from MJ and a weak, “Bloated?” from Sanha, he tsks and straightens his back before marching out of the house and is met with loud cheers from the five already outside.

Over the next couple minutes of hasty introductions and laughing and Rocky blushing way too much, MJ and Sanha come to learn that Doyeon is a weather witch and that she can create micro-climates; Yoojung is an elemental witch and can create things out of thin air, with the extra power of being able to control how many times Rocky blushes per minute. (Although MJ isn’t entirely sure if that last one was a witch power or a female power in general.)

It’s about five minutes’ worth of the eight of them standing in Doyeon’s nice, cold bubble, laughing and generally being happy before Yoojung asks innocently, “So when did you guys decide to repaint the house?”

Everyone turns away from where they’ve been facing the two girls to look up at their coven house, previously a weathered white and now a very violent shade of vivid plum with specks of space violet. Seungjun sticks his head out of his now very black house, vaguely confused, mildly startled and blinking in the bright light.

Everyone freezes.

Sanha runs for his life.