#seokjinnetwork

[feralbangtan]

“Tell me what’s the point of doing this every night What you’re giving me Is nothing but a heart It’s a lullaby Gonna kill my dreams, oh This is the last time Baby make up your mind”- Temporary Bliss, The Cab"

He Moves in His Own Way, coming soon

[namjoonchronicles]

witchcraft | sj

► pairing: seokjin x you ► genre: fluff, fantasy, professor!seokjin (..yea) student!reader, seokjin’s a wizard ► warning: mentions of blood, laceration, bruises? what even are these warnings ► summary: when mysterious bruises appear on your skin, chasing your sleep away, you seek help from your hot young prof who happens to be a practitioner of witchcraft--but he doesn’t necessarily know that you know that. Because he’s Seokjin. ► author’s note: i plan to make an installment to this story and make it a series soon, make it a BTS-centered Fantastic Beast-ish thing.

"You're not supposed to offend anyone." Seokjin heard his own voice in his head, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. No matter how many times he looks at it, it is still there, just reddening in front of his eyes. He is getting crossed-eyed at it. "Be gone, you disgusting pimple." He commanded, muttering under his breath. "I have an impossible good-looking face, how do I not offend people with this. It's not like I'm doing it with full intention." He huffs, trying not shake the ominous feeling in his head as he tries to sit down in the living room.

He clasps air to get his mug which usually would fly into his grasp right about now, but for some reason, it didn't move from the kitchen counter. "What the hell." He cursed, frowning at his hand and he tries again; failing, of course. Defeated, he dragged his feet to where it was and obtained the mug. He set them unwashed in the sink and pulled his bag strap over his shoulder, fixing his pink sweater. He had 'Master class' to attend to. He opens his door and he usually didn't have to walk all the way to his room to get his phone, but today, he had to. "This freaking pimple is draining all my wizardry goodness." Seokjin puts on his shoes and shut the door behind him only to be startled out of his wits at you who was sitting outside, by the door sill, hugging your legs.

Your sunken eyes, pale face and weak hello, suggests that you've been here all night. Seokjin inhales deeply and stared into your eyes, slapping a huge, "No" in your face. To which you responded by laying flat on your back, refusing to clear the way for him to get through. It was a small alley, but your height barely cover the whole way. Seokjin swiftly walked passed you at the space you can't cover, to which you held his ankle with both of your hands and Seokjin sighs loudly. "Lady. I will not give you the tip on the coursework. You know what you need to do to get those marks. Let go of my ankles, I am very late." He said calmly, yanking his ankle out of your grasp, effortlessly.

"That's not what I'm here for." You hurried to your feet and exclaimed. And it finally got Seokjin's attention. "I'm not here for the Seokjin-who-holds-a-Master, I'm here for the Wizard-Seokjin." And Seokjin turned his heel to face you, slowly, looking down and very handsomely, at it too. "...Who told you that." His voice was grim and send chills down your spine. "...I need help with something." You disregarded his questions. It wasn't important. He had a wizard tattoo on his side-abs that you saw on accident, in an occurrence you do not wish to explain. Witchcraft is very much frowned upon in modern age, and is forgotten. You recognised the tattoo, because you always read mystical books, in your free time. But Seokjin was a student to a very respected all-male magic school wizard that is so discreet, there's hardly more than twenty of them, being alive today.

"Making love potion is illegal in wizardry." He spat, assuming that that whas was it's about. It usually is. The last girl who knew who he truly was only interested into selling his potions into perfumes. It shredded the trust in him, and he had been alone ever since. "I'm being hunted," you spat, "And the worst thing is, I don't know why." Seokjin blinks away. He looked like he already knew the answers to that. So he fidgets his eyes, face to one side, and turned away, "...It's your scent. They're crazy for it." He lazily replied and walked off.

What he said didn't exactly gave you a definite solution. It's more of a comment, and it isn't helpful at all, and you were so desperate. So you clawed his sleeves. "Please." With your pleading eyes, you rolled your sleeves and show him all the scars they've given you. Red, blood stains, unexplained bruises. Scratches. Your hands are trembling. And Seokjin caught them, unaware of what he was doing. He tilted his body to one side to hold his bag, and examined your cuts, tracing each one with his thumbs, gently. "These..." He started. The relaxed expression is no longer on his face. Now he is just, plain worried beyond explanation. "These are not werewolves."

There's nothing he could do in daylight. And there's a class he needs to attend. He watches you stand in his rearview mirror as he drives away, before he pulled the brakes. He signalled for you to come in. His conscience got the better of him. While you were sitting silent in his passenger seat, Seokjin was thinking hard. What was that, if it's not werewolves. Something that would have attracted to that scent of you. His gaze pierces the view ahead as he spoke, "First thing first, you need to have that scent stripped away from you." And how do you do that?

"Easiest way would be, having a male companion. It will not cut them off, but it will stop the bruises and the unwanted scratches. Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, but from your face, he knew, "...Well, that sucks." Female with companions don't get these kind of attacks because they have a male-like scent. That's why single ladies are more susceptible to these creatures. It's been centuries since they've made their last appearance, even Seokjin, the younger generation of wizards, forgotten their names. Because they were thought to be extinct and shouldn't have come back.

"Can you describe what they look like?" Seokjin asked.

"Brass. Crawling on all fours. Looks like panthers but no fur, just metallic skin." You said. "...Golden Leapers." He was confident. Golden Leapers are indeed extinct magical creatures, whose existence cause nothing but chaos. They prey after young women with distinctive features, and it differs from one to another. Making it impossible for wizards in the past to track the ladies they were all after, causing them to be banish at once because the great dangers they brought. There was nothing physically in common about the ladies they prey on, and there's no evidence on what will happen if they continue to haunt these ladies. However, all the ladies that's being haunted will have these bruises that doesn't seem to go away, painful and sleepless nights, go along with it.

They will eventually become living corpses until a wizard takes control of it. And it was against the duties of a wizard to let this go unfixed.

Seokjin, is afraid that he might be unequipped for this. "We'll talk after class," he drops you off at the entrance. And you were to enter the lecture hall before him. And you needed to pretend you didn't have this conversations with him. He started with a quiz and went on for a simple lecture. He was really good at his job. Keeping a healthy balance between his identity as a lecturer to his true-nature as a wizard. He looks like your average Joe in these daylight. He promised to be home before sunset, and you're at your home, already bracing yourself for the pain that will come, the moment the sun is gone. The scare that these panthers, 'Golden Leapers' bring, was unexplainable. Because they are invisible to the naked eyes. Except the lady they are going after and man with a pure blood (in this case, a wizard).

The sun is setting and you could already hear the growling around you as you shut your eyes. Embracing the calm before storm. "Please hurry..." You pleaded.

Seokjin parks his car and ran towards the entrance of your apartment, punching the elevator button before deciding that the stairs would be faster. Relationships with students, are forbidden. But this was an exception. Obviously. Because he's here as a wizard, not a lecturer. He climbs three to four steps at once, panting heavily at your floor. His eyes flickers to the wall clock, and noticed that he had two minutes of sun left. "Unlock." He commanded with his hands against your knob and it beeped open, immediately. He opened the door to your body floating in air, the Golden Leapers crawling towards you. About a dozen of them in this tiny apartment, growling, saliva dripping on the floor.

Seokjin got up to your bed, standing and pulling you down. "If you let them think you're scared, they'll latch themselves on you so. Be brave." He whispered. He pulled your face and gave you a sultry kiss on the lips, devouring your taste appropriately. And the Golden Leapers disappears one by one. The walls shake, the lights in your whole apartment flickers, and the wind suddenly got harsher, turning your pictures on the wall, tilting to one side. The moment the sun set, the wind stopped, and there's an odd stillness in the air as you gaze into your professor's beautiful hazel eyes with awe. The bruises that you have, recedes immediately.

Golden Leapers go after the most powerful wizards' maiden. The most powerful wizard of this era is Kim Seokjin. The point where they start to prey over the wizard's soul mate, is when the wizard starts to lose their powers. That explains the pimple he had on his nose and the mug that wouldn't budge. When he is close to his soulmate, only then he starts to regain his magical criteria. If he offends anybody, he would be cursed with losing his powers as well. That's why he needed to be around you. The Golden Leapers are guardians in disguise in order to fool the wizards into saving the victim, when they are actually helping their wizard to find their true love.

Wizards are one of the most loneliest occupation in the world, you see.

And if he ignored the attack on their rightful life partner, they will start to pollute their wizard identity, causing them to be mundane. Golden Leapers are creatures that was bestowed the power to signify the right partner for the most powerful wizard of the time.

Seokjin didn't have to worry about searching his life partner. It was written in the stars, and guarded by the leapers. Sort of.

"How did you know I was a wizard?" "Professors aren't usually handsome, young and have peculiar tattoo on their abs." "When did you see my abs?" "That's a secret."

[namjoonchronicles]

I want to be the best man in the world (for you), if I could turn back time.

Jin, maybe you shouldn’t read the girl's’ notebook y’know. Just sayin’