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hotdamnhunnam · 4 years ago

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Dream Baby Dream

A/N: So Charlie’s latest movie, Jungleland, is an ABSOLUTE MUST-SEE!! It’s so fucking lovely 🥺😭🥰 Whether you’ve seen it or not, I hope you’ll enjoy this little one shot, based on the below request that I got! It’s all kinds of angsty and smutty and fluffy. (Title is a reference to the Springsteen song played at the end of the movie!) **This fic is SPOILER-FREE**

Pairing: Stanley Kaminski x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, reader gets pregnant, gifs of Charlie in his underpants 😋 Request: This lovely request + follow-up for pregnancy/smut with Charlie’s character from Jungleland!

Word Count: ~3.1k

Important Note: The first line of this fic is a line Stanley says in the movie (scene shown in the gif above and in this gifset) – yes, loves, an actual quote. So if you’ve not yet seen this film but are a fan of Charlie Hunnam, I promise you this scene is reason enough, to watch if only just to hear those words from him... 🤤

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“I like the way they make my dick look.”

... Is he serious? Yes, definitely is. One drink was all it took, for you to know. He walks and talks like someone straight out of an old forgotten book or an obscure off-Broadway show. As if his whole life is imagined, yet for him the fiction feels so fucking real that it’s the only thing he’ll ever understand.

“I like the way they make my dick look”? What the fuck? You’d just paid him a half-joking compliment on his ridiculous sweatpants. But this is a man who takes jokes for the truths they expose. Mama always told you to avoid men like this—cons and crooks—men who crush their own hearts in their fists, steal their strength from the shadows, to run from their weakness. She knows best, and knows that you can’t. Knows that you turn to dust in their hands. But she’s not here to witness.

No, nobody is.

You take another shot, tossing away what little self-restraint you’ve got. “Dare you to tell me just how many times you’ve used that line.”

The fucker flashes you a smile. Cheeky smirk, the only kind that suits his style. Cheap as dirt. Just like his stupid ugly shirt. “Hey, if I had a dime...”

Rolling your eyes, you suck the sour from a slice of lime. Can’t seem to chase away your thirst. “How many times did that shit work?”

“Well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be the first...” he whispers, leaning close to take the lime in his own fingers, squeezing it without reason till every little pulp ruptures and bursts. “Wanna fuck you so hard it hurts.”

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Is it the best sex that you’ve had? Hell fucking no—not even close. It’s pretty bad. Probably the worst.

It’s almost gross. Feels like you’re stuck in a low-budget porno. Just a mess of theatrical thrusts. Heated groans, grating deep in his throat. Grabby hands. Somehow you know that he could fuck you so much better, though, if only he stopped trying to put on some kind of show. You doubt he even knows he can.

“Ugh, just—” you grit your teeth against each thrust. “What are you even doing, Stan...”

He groans out loud again. “Screwing you like a fucking man.”

That tasteless statement almost makes you want to laugh, but you bite back the urge. “No, that’s not how it works,” you mutter as his hips spastically jerk, massive dick splitting you in half. “You can’t—”

“Shut the fuck up,” he rasps, ravaging your ass with a rough series of slaps. Pulling your hair, making you arch your back, wrapping one hand around your neck until you choke. The sex is so damn close to being epic if this man would just stop acting like a joke. Like, really close, which honestly doesn’t seem fair. “You’re not supposed to talk when you’re taking my cock. Supposed to be too drunk to care.”

Oh God—he’s even dumber than you thought. He should’ve counted that you’d only had a couple shots. “Yeah, well, I’m not.”

“As fucking if,” he huffs, taking the hint that you’ve had quite enough. Reluctantly rolls off. Finally stops fucking you over. And that’s when you realize you miss it, although it feels strange to admit. He turns aside, tucking himself in tight under the covers like some kind of scorned lover. Spurned and burned so many times it makes him sick. “That’s bullshit and we both know it. Sober, a girl like you wouldn’t have touched me with a ten-foot stick.”

That gives you pause and breaks your heart a little bit. How is this man already getting at your heart, damn it? Mama would say he’s creeping in there with his crooked claws and all that shit. You can’t let yourself fall for his theatrics. Is that even what this is? Somehow, you sense the weight of more than just his body on the mattress; your heart feels heavy now, but not nearly as heavy as his.

“A girl like me? Seriously, what does that even mean?” you ask, reaching to run your hand across the faded scars and bruises on his back. Noticing how he flinches as if your soft touch is a savage attack. No doubt he wishes that you hadn’t seen. No wonder somebody so damaged really thought you wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot stick. “Stanley, you are honest to God hot. And plus you’ve got an almost-ten-inch dick.”

He reacts with a snort, and a shake of his head. Scooting out of the bed, shrugging into his hideous shirt. All the scars on his back and his heart safely hidden inside it. “Doesn’t matter if it’s big. Apparently I can’t use it for shit.”

Without bothering to put pants back on, he settles on the couch across the room. You move to follow him, unable to resist when he looks so cute sitting there. Raking your fingers through his ruffled golden hair. “That’s not a problem we can’t fix—come back to bed with that big dick. You just have to get out of your head. Just a bit.”

That’s a notion he’s quick to dismiss, though you notice he’s no longer flinching away from your touch—which means something, you’d bet. It must. Nevertheless, Stanley snickers at what you said, struggling to keep his facade firmly set. “Out of my head? Bitch, I live in it.”

You don’t doubt it. Just want him to try stepping out of it. “Just for a minute.”

Lucid blue eyes look up at you now like you’re seeking to push him past some lifelong limit.

“Damn, what’s it like in there...?” you wonder aloud as you comb through his hair. He’s a poem, a portrait of someone who doesn’t believe he’s a man. Soul has never known any true home. Heart has been locked away for so long that he thought it could never be freed. Head full of dreams, broken and bursting at the seams. His silence fucking screams. “What do you really want, Stan? Really need?”

And you can tell he’s scared, to dare believe you really care. “...Nobody ever asked.”

There’s a whole world behind his words. Woefully true. Yet a whole other world now opens up before the two of you, with yours. “Well, then I’m glad to be the first.”

Of course you asked. Of fucking course. You barely even know him now, but can already tell somehow... you want to love this man so hard it hurts. Truly glad that you were the first. Already want to be the last.

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Fucking months have gone by in the blink of an eye. And already you love him so much you could die.

He’s never fucked someone who ever gave a shit about him, so he gets a rush from knowing that you cannot live without him. And the feeling goes both ways, needless to say. He’s always looking at you like his first glimpse of the sacred light of day. And always seems afraid you’ll run away, no matter how wholeheartedly you reassure him that you’re here to stay. That he should never doubt it.

Still he’s just crippled with this unshakeable fear of fucking up and everything falling to shit, just as it always did. Of losing love now that he’s finally fucking found it. Stanley’s past is a ripple effect of the failures and losses that constantly kept him desperate and dishonest, and it’s fucking haunted. Can’t help but dread the day it’ll rear its monstrous head and make him pay for ever dreaming he could have the kind of life he’s always wanted.

The most that you can do is hold him close and fuck the pain away, and love him more than words can say. His dreams are beautiful, you tell him. They deserve to see the light of day. With you he never has to act like he’s some character straight off the page; he doesn’t have to be afraid to feel. To fear that all the demons in his soul are real, and full of rage, and fierce enough to kill him. ‘Cause now you’re finally here to hold him and to heal him.

All of his dreams once revolved around his intense bond with his brother. For so long, his heart never had room for another. He tells you often about Walter. The fighter. ‘Lion’ as it were. The whole life that they lived for no one but each other, till one day the champion boxer abandoned his gloves to vow love at the altar.

And Stanley is happy, that Lion has found a new family. A new life as boundless and bright as the sky. Such love as an overbearing older brother could never provide. Though Stan knows that the door’s always open for him, to be part of that family and part of that life... he won’t take Lion up on the invite. Tells himself that the home that his brother has built is too precious for someone so poisoned to set foot inside.

You fuck the poison and the pain out of his veins a little bit more every night. But you know it’s a big fight; you won’t try to push it or rush it. Just guide him and stay beside him as the shadow slowly turns to light.

So what’s left to dream now? Somehow your lover tells you his deepest secrets and desires without ever breathing a damn word aloud. Like the fire’s so fragile a whisper could blow it right out.

Tells you and shows you through passionate, powerful kisses, devouring you with the heat of his mouth. Through the touch of his tough calloused hands on your skin, softly treasuring every last inch, devoting his whole broken heart to the moment in such breathless silence... then driving inside you with vigor and violence, the lion inside him awoken and roaring out loud. Slow and gentle again, at the end. Once you’re both well and truly fucked out. The soft look on his face and his tender embrace expressing just how grateful he is that you taught him to fuck, and to love, without playing pretend.

Is it the best sex of your life? Hell fucking yes. Without a doubt. Every damn day, every damn night. Far and away the fucking best. The kind of sex starry-eyed poets strive and fail to write about.

Stanley Kaminski is a living, breathing, tragic, magic little poem. But he is also very real, thanks to the love that you’ve allowed his heart to feel. Beating so beautifully now that it’s finally healed. And he’s become your fucking home.

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“Babe, you up?”

You weren’t until he spoke. The sun is only barely just; as he so often does, Stan beat the day before it broke. But you don’t mind being awoken by the man you’ll always love. More so than ever now because... you have some news to share today, bound to blow him the fuck away. In the best way, you hope. And trust.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, shifting in bed, lifting your head to see him seated by the window far across the room. Gaze lingering upon his gorgeous features gilded by the glow of dawn. “What’s wrong?”

Nothing at all, for once, he wordlessly responds. Smiles at you before he glances back outside, watching the sun begin to rise, as if its light promises everything he wants.

“Today’s gonna be good, baby,” he states, blue gaze so wild and bright he looks a little crazy. “I mean, I can see it. I can see our future when I close my eyes.”

It’s almost like he knows what’s coming, in the next moment. Maybe he does? Your souls are intertwined so close you wouldn’t really be surprised. “Well, looks to me like they’re wide open. Why you even gotta close ‘em?” you reply, stretching your arms out with a peaceful sigh. All set to break the news you would’ve shared with him last night, if only he hadn’t come home and fucked you so epically hard that you just went out like a light. “Stanley, I...”

“Shouldn’t have woken you up, actually,” he interrupts, somewhat unnaturally. Crosses the room toward the bed, to hold your head up, kiss you slow and deep. Then turns to leave. “Love you—sorry. Go back to sleep.”

You pause and blink your bleary eyes. “What? Why...?”

“...‘cause it’s a special day and I’m cooking up a surprise.”

Although that’s super cute... you don’t exactly like the thought of Stanley making food, to tell the truth. You almost puked, first time he tried. He has a lot of skills and virtues, but his cooking isn’t one of them, unfortunately. “Babe, I told you there’s no need to make a big deal of our second anniversary...”

“Yeah, but why’s that for you to decide?” he playfully retorts as he heads out the bedroom door. Shouting back at you down the hallway as he hastens away. “Besides, you’re gonna need something to build your strength up after getting fucked so good and hard last night. Stay put and don’t even try sneaking into the kitchen, alright?”

“Fine,” you sigh, figuring that you might as well listen. No harm letting your man do his thing in the kitchen. You just hope that he won’t be offended if you can’t hold down what he’s serving... especially now that your body’s especially prone to hurling, for reasons that he just unwittingly stopped you from sharing with him.

You can picture him trying to cook, looking so adorably domestic as fuck. So damn cute it hurts. Standing there over the counter in his fugly turtleneck shirt, glancing up every few seconds, just to make sure his girl doesn’t walk in on him while he’s busy at work.

Absentmindedly scratching at his lower back with his wandering fingers, as he shuffles over the cracked tile floor in his raggedy slippers. The ones that he stole from some random hotel years ago. Why he chooses to wear a long-sleeved shirt and slippers, when he can’t be bothered to put on a damn pair of knickers, even in the middle of winter... you don’t even know. It’s such a fucking Stanley thing to do, though.

You can picture the low-hanging hem of his shirt getting stuck in the top of his briefs as he scratches his back. While he just carries on with his business, oblivious, focused on whipping up some sad excuse for a breakfast that will most likely make you gag. Your man can’t cook for crap, and you’re certain that he’s well aware of that fact. So what gives? Where’s he going with this...? You wonder as you wait in bed, enamored with the image of him in your head.

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When he finally returns to the bedroom he’s holding a steaming white mug in his hand, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from grinning like a madman, for reasons that you can’t even begin to understand.

“Okay, listen, Y/N—before you say anything...”

You can already smell the unholy concoction he’s got in his cup, and you’re struggling so hard not to throw the fuck up. “Stan, is that what I think—”

“Hear me out,” he begs, squatting down next to the bed. For some reason he looks all at once shy and proud. “I want you to remember our first time together. The morning after.”

You nervously swallow and nod your head. He can’t really expect you to put that ‘breakfast’ in your mouth—doesn’t he know you’ll spit it right out? You just try to focus on the heartwarming words he just said. “Babe, you know I won’t ever forget. But is that...”

“Yes, it is. Kaminski’s specialty hot shit. The mess I used to make for Lion every day for breakfast. The only family that I ever had, until the day we met.”

You pause at that; is it just a coincidence now that he’s talking about you as family? Surely he knows somehow, what you’re about to tell him now. You want to just tell him already, so badly. “Stanley...”

“Just let me say this. Please,” he murmurs, shifting where he’s squatting on the floor, repositioning his knees. “Tonight I was thinking of taking you out to some nice swanky place I can’t even afford... would’ve tipped the waiter off to drop a little something in the fancy French champagne we ordered...”

Your heart stops as it hangs on his words. Why is he suddenly... down on one knee...

“But I thought maybe this would mean a little more,” he continues. “Baby, I cooked this for you, the first morning I ever woke to the most beautiful view... because a part of me already knew. I wanted you more than I’d ever wanted anything before. I was already fucking yours. I never would’ve made this crap for anyone but family—that shit’s sacred to me. And now I know, deep down, that’s what I always wanted you to be.”

“Stanley...”

“You had to dig through so much shit, inside of me, and stole my fucking heart right out of it. Still can’t believe you did. Still can’t believe you think I’m worth it. Scared I’ll wake up any second just to see that this was all some crazy dream.”

Your heart is bursting at the seams. “Believe it, baby. You’re worth everything to me. I’ll dig through all that shit again, if it means being with you in the end.”

He holds the cup out toward you like the treasure that it is. “That’s what it means. That’s what I’m asking you with this. Dig, baby, dig.”

You love this man so much more than you can believe. So much for him thinking that you would never touch him with a ten-foot stick.

Your hand dives straight into the mess to find the ring and scream out yes. Stan smiles and wipes the excess stuff off on his sleeve, then slides it carefully onto your finger as you shower him with kisses. Honestly couldn’t be happier right now that someone else is here to witness.

And he needs to know it, right this fucking minute.

After he takes your newly bejeweled hand in his, blessing it with a kiss... you take his hand in yours and press it onto the surprise that you’ve been harboring inside. Your secret little Stanley. “So... you know I had something to tell you as well, right? I’m not the only one who’s so happy about this. Happy to be part of your family.”

His eyes go wide, the brightest light you’ve ever seen. “Y/N...! Y/N, does—does this mean...”

You answer with a smile as big as his, and seal the promise with a kiss. “Dream, baby, dream.”

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silverbyuls · 3 years ago

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( lee hyeri, cis female, muse i ) oh snap! is that SHIN EUNBYUL they work over at high volume where some of the other employees have labeled them as THE AVERAGE JOE. that’s probably because they can be a bit ( optimistic. ) but also pretty ( dishonest. ) they’re TWENTY TWO and they’ve been living in woodstock for TWENTY TWO YEARS. it must be their shift because i totally hear THE CRANBERRIES blasting from the record store. ( a little tikes piggy bank tucked under the bed, clothing label sticking out from the back, snap clips with varnish peeling off, jelly shoes with the strap taped together, leaving lisa frank stickers along record crates ) @volumeupdates

BIO

the luke hemsworth of the family but middle child

goes by byul

tried to go by ‘e.b.’ but her mum went berserk because she’d reduced her name to two letters for the ease of her yt friends and her brother bullied her for being e.t’s ugly sister so now she tries to go by silver star (her name translated into english) but it doesn’t quite stick

claims that her older sister and younger brother stole all her beauty, brain cells and height

family invested everything into older sister so she could go to college in new york: savings, loans, moved to smaller house which is even further from the town centre

brother requires all attention as he has high hopes of getting into college on a baseball scholarship and she lowkey can’t wait until he’s far away from woodstock

her grades have always been average so no one expects her to leave – her parents talk about how nice it is that she’ll be with them forever but she knows that’s because they want her to take care of them when they’re old … which she would! if they didn’t live in woodstock

she tells them she’s going to move to california, but they think she’s as serious about that as she is about wanting to go to college, or becoming supermodel of the world, or an olympic swimmer, when she has average grades, of average height, and can’t even swim

if her life was a movie, she’d have fallen asleep in the first ten minutes – it has always been so boring and uneventful, so she lives up in her head with her fake scenarios to keep things interesting – most of the time, they’re taken straight from a book or magazine

sometimes these thoughts spill over into reality because she can’t fathom the idea of people realising she’s as plain as she is, and her little white lies give her a bit of sparkle to stand out (in her opinion)

but she will get to california!

she even has a plan:

she’s been working at freddy’s diner since she was fifteen, escaping to high volume whenever she can, a place where she can pop her headphones on during her breaks and pretend she’s getting ogled at on venice beach, but she’s terrible at saving so seven years later she’s still grinding

once she graduates high school, she has enough time for a second job and she’d dropped enough hints in front of jerry for him to kindly offer her a job. after all, she spends as much time in high volume as she does at freddy’s so there’s not much of a difference once she becomes an employee -- still floating around the place, sipping on her coke can, either people watching or people chasing -- except now she has access to the register

after a big argument with her parents, she ended up moving out into a place in the middle of town. that was never part of the plan because saving was easier when she lived at home. she’ll say things got really bad but really, she was just getting closer to her target and she wanted a valid reason to put it off for a bit longer

she was only supposed to do it once – stealing from the cash register. it was just right there, no one was around, and she thought it was going to be her last shift because jerry was angry at her for being late again (granted, he hadn’t actually been mad, but it was one of those days when everything felt personal)

besides, she’d overheard a group of girls she’d idolised in school talk about how they stole some underwear and they made it sound so cool

she felt like everyone could hear her heart thumping against her chest as she walked out of the store but the day after, no one said anything about it, no one even noticed, and she wasn’t fired. so she did it again, and again, and again, and eventually she didn’t even bat an eyelid

the extra money was supposed to help her reach her goal faster but, again, she’s terrible at saving and her parents are so hardworking, she can’t help but feel guilty and buy nice things for them every once in a while and when they ask where she got the money from, she lies and says jerry gave her a bonus for being a good employee

on the other hand, if they’ve had an argument, or they’ve forgotten about her again, she’ll have a full on les-mis-i-dreamed-a-dream episode then splurge out on a cute jacket because it’s hers and it’s new! rather than worn out hand-me-downs from her sister or brother!

started her own side hustle called the separation agency – inspired after a customer at high volume asked her to help him break up with his boyfriend. so she’s the messenger for people who have things to say but don’t have the balls to say it to someone’s face themselves. usually they’re horrible messages, like break ups. she’s had like three customers and tries to promote her side hustle whilst on her shift at high volume

she thinks her “business” could actually thrive in a bigger city which is just another reason why she needs to get out of woodstock – it’s holding her back!

anyway, jerry’s missing, which is perfect for her because she gets to come in late and not get told off, and maybe steal a little more than she usually does

PERSONALITY:

when she’s around people, she seems like an extrovert: bubbly, talkative, dramatic ... which uses up a lot of her energy and her social battery is weak, so needs her own space often, and likes doing nothing by herself so sometimes she’ll lie to get out of plans or bail last minute

she has big dreams, and talks about all her big plans, but has leaving anxiety which is why she’s shit at saving and makes up excuses as to why she can’t leave just yet

has main character syndrome -- likes to live her life as a romcom, most of her lies revolve around her love life because she wants to be seen as desirable, but also will overanalyse everything

sensitive, passionate, immature, sympathetic, fickle, clumsy, dramatic, caring, head in clouds

will pretend to knows things to fit in like ~hipster~ bands or anything really, depends on the crowd

could gladly spend all day talking to customers at work then the next day she’ll prefer to day dream in the storage room

rides a bike to and from work and almost everywhere else too -- the only one out of her siblings who had to bike to school because small car and siblings took up all the space -- she’s had the same bike since high school

loves spice girls but feels like she’ll be judged so keeps quiet and plays it when she’s closing

honestly could hate you one day and have a crush on you the next but you wouldn’t even know it -- a vicious cycle

collects stickers and leaves them everywhere and on everyone - often passive aggressive through them, basically uses them like emojis

will try to order food and get others to pay for it - especially kfc, never gets to eat the drumsticks at home so will honestly cry if people steal the drumsticks from her

buys lottery tickets and scratch cards because she has a 50/50 chance of winning

WANTED CONNECTIONS: (current connections)

start up: stolen str8 from a kdrama that ruined my life hehe her parents set her up with a pen pal to keep her busy out of guilt because they’re so busy with her siblings and work and obviously she romanticises it !!! her parents would’ve asked to lie a little bit, just so she’d be writing to someone she’d easily obsess over -- love island vc: someone who ticks all the boxes

xoxo gossip girl: someone who loves a good gossip sesh -- they probably send 👀 at each other across the store when things feel a bit tense, which is code for ‘meet me in the storage room’ so they can chat away for the rest of their shift

lunch stealer: she makes her own lunch every day and is extremely protective over it but one day it went missing and she knows it was them (maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t) so now they are her sworn enemy

sister’s/brother’s friend: therefore an automatic enemy

shut up: someone who just tells her to shut up because she chats so much shit and she’s insane - just sandra x dina vibes from superstore (x)

carpool karaoke: she hates cycling in when it’s raining, so either she’s trying to get them to be her designated driver or has already succeeded and is annoying about it

crush #1: someone she has a crush on (more of an infatuation) and they’re not interested in her in the slightest but in her head they’re giving her mixed signals and she has made up a fake boyfriend to try to make them jealous

crush #2: someone she thinks has a crush on her. either because they’re nice or tease her or just mean, it doesn’t matter, she’s insane so she’ll interpret it however she wants

ex: they never broke up, or even dated, but she thinks something almost happened between them and she thinks she cut things off by giving them space

separation agency: someone who once used the agency either out of the kindness of their heart or for a different reason entirely and now she won’t stop pestering them to try and get them to use it again

no thots just vibes: i just like this gifset tbh (x) and we can brainstorm !

#volumeintro #*releases into the wild*

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angelhummel · 4 years ago

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i don't really mind quinn bc it's obvious they did what they did to her character bc RM was whiny baby over how much dianna humanized her. for the trainwreck she got i feel like dianna did the best she could lol

but santana and brittany bc they're in the show way more than quinn is after s3, i just can't lol like i saw this post interpreting santana's 'lady hummel' as a compliment considering she's a lesbian so calling kurt a girl is a good thing but i would never believe the writers intended that. it's like they wanted santana to be close w people but could not cut back on her insulting them. even like sam in s4, after she was the one who broke up with brittany?? they couldn't ever let her be right without her turning into a bitch and it's frustrating bc kurtana and pezberry even just as friendships had so much potential.

but does santana care about these people at all if she can only go on her over the top rants that genuinely hurt them instead of talking things out like a normal rational person. does she have like no qualms about tearing her so-called friends apart just bc they pissed her off (like,, ur in the right and then u go way too far and end up in the wrong what the fuck was the point)

Oh my goddd don't even mention that fucking post. "Santana calling Kurt Lady is a term of endearment bc she's a lesbian and loves ladies" alskfjslkdhgkdsjghsd kill meee. We'll really just say whatever we can to justify why the pretty cheerleader bitch is acting this way huh. Like damn I know you were just in high school but leave it behind girl. It's annoying and you're annoying xx grow out of it

Can you just imagine if literally anyone else was like that on the show?? I mean Kurt said something bitchy once and it was in response to Santana being a bitch to Rachel. And like someone compiled a gifset of Rachel insulting Santana like ?? okay and? I'm supposed to hate Rachel for the sick burn of "the only job you'll have is working on a pole" when especially in early seasons Santana is constantly acting antisemitic towards Rachel, calling her ugly, and honestly making borderline transphobic jokes whenever it comes to alluding to Rachel being a man. It's gross and disgusting and there's no excuse for it

And it's not even like "well she's a bully and she's supposed to say bullying things" bc people are too fucking stupid to assess her actions and just act like Rachel deserved all the hate she got, even for her physical appearance and her fucking nose like oh yeah it's all justified bc she's annoying :) no deeper meanings going on why do you ask :) No people have to just blindly stan every awful thing Santana does without question and act like she's always right and justified

#glee #asks #answered #my thoughts #anti santana lopez #lol santana lopez #honestyly fuck off with the entire unholy trinity lol #bunch of racist ass little bitches #sorry s1 quinn your development went into the toilet several times #sorry brittany and santana you never had any consistent development at all rip #wish it were different

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softjeon · 5 years ago

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In love with your dark side | Pt. 3

• Pairing: Beauty!Taehyung x Beast!Yoongi • Genre: Fluff, bit of Angst | Rating: Teen and Up | Beautyandthebeast!AU / Fairytale!AU • Words: 5k | AO3 | Gifset Trailer • Disclaimer: anxiety, mentioning of a curse

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Yoongi had tried not to think about what would happen if someone saw him but his mind had wandered through all of their possible reactions anyway: screaming, laughing, shock… he’s had so many horrible encounters in his mind and yet the boy in front of him didn’t react like in any of his thoughts.

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The night sky had been covered by large black rain clouds and the rain that poured from it was so hard it could almost be called hail. He looked up as the rain came down and sighed, pulling his coat a little tighter around his body, trying to keep his bag from being soaked. The street was lined with cars down both sides and most of the street was devoid of light but the few streetlamps. Taehyung hadn’t been able to afford a bigger shop in a better part of town. The crime rate in this section of the city was higher than anywhere but so far, they hadn’t cared much about his small photography shop.

There wasn’t much expensive stuff in there anyways.

The wind picked up from nowhere, but Taehyung quickly rushed down to the metro station to catch a train to the upper side. When he finally was at his destination and walking up the office building, Taehyung rubbed the rain out of his face before the excitement to see Mr. Min again replaced the ugly feeling of wet pants sticking to his body or his hair being a mess right now.

Taehyung was a very punctual person and Yoongi loved that about him because it meant that he knew exactly when the other would arrive. He could do real work before he came and when the clock ticked closer to their meeting time he would place all the important stuff aside and pretend to be busy while secretly watching the clock. This time however it was fifteen minutes past their usual time and Yoongi frowned. He had heard the rumble of thunder, but he hadn’t thought that it would keep Taehyung from coming. Luckily, it was just then that he heard the younger’s steps.

“Come in!” Taehyung always knocked and he always asked him to come in instead of opening the door (he unlocked it about ten minutes before Tae would come in so that he could keep sitting at his desk and appear busy and while Tae turned to close the door he could give him a quick once over). When he saw how drenched the younger was, actually dripping on his carpet he gasped in shock. “What happened?”

“Ehm,” Taehyung placed his bag with the camera down, somewhere where it wouldn’t anger Yoongi to see it and then shrugged off his jacket. “The rain happened. Don’t you hear it? There’s a storm going on outside. Do you think you have a towel or something for my hair?” He smiled through the wet strains of hair. Usually it was curled up a little, but with it being straightened out right now it covered his eyes.

“Why didn’t you take a cab?” He went around the table and quickly helped Tae out of his jacket. “Of course, I have a towel upstairs - and dry clothes. You’ll get pneumonia if you walk around in those clothes. It wouldn’t make a difference if you went swimming with your clothes on!”

Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle, thankful for his help. “I would get a cab if I would have the money for it but unfortunately I can only afford the monthly ticket for the metro. But it’s fine.” He smiled at Yoongi, who looked a lot more comfortable with him being around. “Will you tell me where I can find your bathroom then?”

Yoongi blinked. Sometimes he forgot that not everyone had enough money to make uncomfortable situations more comfortable. Calling a cab was something he hadn’t wasted a second thought about back when he was still going out. “Just follow me.” Before he stepped on the stairs he turned around again, hesitating, “Please leave your shoes downstairs. And turn up your pants please. The carpet upstairs doesn’t like moisture.”

The younger had simply nodded, following Yoongi’s orders and him upstairs where he brought him clothes he could change into. He vanished into the bathroom quickly, drying his hair off with a towel before he joined back with Yoongi in his office.

It was somehow a lot familiar, as if they had done it a million times by now when in reality it wasn’t – but they clicked. In a weird way, they had much more alike than what the appearance might seem like and yet, so much that was so different about them. They were working side by side silently. Taehyung was making copies, sorting in files in alphabetical order while Yoongi was doing something that Tae thought seemed more like witchcraft.

Bringing a few files over to the chair with him, Taehyung sat down in front of his boss. “I filled in an application for a free spot at the museum of art’s today.” He blurted out with a smile, blushing lightly at his confession. Taehyung hadn’t even told Jimin, yet. “My last series would fit perfectly into the theme…but I don’t know. Lots of great artists apply.” He shrugged his shoulders as if it wouldn’t mean the world to him to have his photos placed in a museum one day.

When Taehyung came to him, Yoongi let his gaze wander over his form again. He looked different in his clothes and even though he normally swore that a well-tailored dress shirt and fitted pants could do wonders for someone visual appeal he wasn’t sure if it was true for Taehyung. The younger always wore clothes that seemed to fit in absolutely no category - and yet suited him perfectly. Like the shirt with the crazy pattern he had worn last time or the plaid pants that reminded Yoongi of the skirt his mother wore for Christmas.

It was obvious that Taehyung was really excited about this spot so because he wanted to see him happy and he didn’t see any fault in it he suggested, “Oh, that’s amazing. I’m sure they’ll see the potential in your work. Do you want me to donate to the museum in the name of the company with a side note that you’re employed there?”

It was a nice thought and yet, it left Taehyung with a heavy feeling in his stomach, so he quickly shook his head. “No, it’s really kind of you and if you want to donate in general then please do...but don’t say my name. Wouldn’t that be like blackmailing? Or using my ‘connections’? That wouldn’t be fair.” He smiled at Yoongi, still grateful for the thought of helping him. “I know it’s important to have those, to know someone that knows somebody but…,” He sighed, leaning back at his chair while pulling his knees up. “I’d rather be known for my art, for what it portrays. I want it to speak for itself. But if I get the spot, promise me to come by please. I’d love to show you.”

Taehyung let his gaze wander over Yoongi’s features, the dark veins almost reaching over his neck, his eyes seemingly darker than the night before and he wondered if he really didn’t feel any pain if this was just some weird condition no one ever heard of. He had tried to google it, but there was nothing he could find. It was strangely fascinating and beautiful, and he would have loved to trace all of them, feeling his skin under his fingertips to know if it was just as soft as he imagined it, all over his… wait what. Taehyung shook himself out of his sudden thoughts, cheeks blushing, and he quickly averted his gaze. He was getting tired - that’s all.

“Of course,” Yoongi noticed Taehyung’s gazes every now and then how the lingered a little too long or were a little too focused. He had learnt to not be too uncomfortable about it because Taehyung never made comments about his looks or flinched back when their hand’s brushed so he figured Taehyung’s interest in him was still that of a photographer: Seeing something morbid and ugly could become beautiful if you just shifted your focus a little and tried to see it in a different light. He even stopped wearing turtlenecks because he hated them and with Taehyung around he felt like he could be a little more himself.

“Come!” Taehyung almost yelled and jumped up from his chair, motioning for Yoongi to follow him as he gathered all the copies he made earlier. “You need to help me now.” Taehyung grinned brightly at him, when Yoongi just did as he said and sat down on the couch that he had in his office, although no one was waiting on there anymore or sipping on coffee. He had no customers, new offerors or anyone else here. The last one that had been in here had sealed his fate after all.

Taehyung brought everything he had done all night over and placed it onto the small coffee table and on the floor and Yoongi’s lap, before placing a coffee mug close to his boss (knowing he might need it). “You need to help me sort this as I don’t know what those mean.” He simply sat on the floor, right next to Yoongi’s feet, leaning against his legs lightly as he held up the first paper.

“What do you mean you don’t know? You don’t understand what’s in them or you don’t know how to sort them alphabetically?” He had an amused look on his face as he teased the other slightly even though he could understand. Sometimes he wasn’t sure either where to place a file like when a company’s name had changed but it made more sense to place the new files with the old ones or when he only ever got in contact with a certain person and could remember their name better than that of their tiny little company or when he just wanted to have something right beside him because he needed it so often instead of getting up and getting it from the other part of the bureau. It had made his help crazy when he had still employed someone to help him in his office. So, in this case Tae actually did help him and it wasn’t just a farce to keep him around.

“If I get the spot though,” Taehyung didn’t look up from the papers and kept placing them neatly where it was supposed to go, “Will you come and visit the museum like…” His voice sounded a little softer, almost timid and shy as he placed the file down and took another. His heart was beating fast and Taehyung felt nervous to ask. “Like we could visit it together, then I could tell you about the photos and… yeah. Only if you want to.” Taehyung was glad for the position he was in, sitting on the ground and leaning against Yoongi’s legs, where he didn’t have to face the other right now or else he would see that he was actually blushing.

Of course, he had heard Tae suggest it before, but he had been sure it was just a politeness thing. Surely Tae couldn’t think that he would actually be able to go out. “I, uhm, I can try and see if they would make an exception for us and let us in at night. Or maybe on a holiday where they would be closed.” He would need to get big sunglasses and gloves and a scarf that he could push up to his nose and a cap or a hooded jacket maybe.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder with a smile, “I don’t mind when. However, you feel most comfortable then. We’ve got to wait and see if I get the spot anyways.” He grinned at Yoongi and wrapped his arm around his legs, as he returned his attention to the task at hand. But he wasn’t able to let his thoughts wander to how it would be like to meet Yoongi somewhere else than his office.

Taehyung was sorting file after file until his eyes were burning from how tired he was. Yoongi was used to being up all night, while his rhythm had shifted but Taehyung was still working all day and now the nights had been busy with him helping his boss and he was losing sleep. A lot of it. And the past couple of days had been exhausting. So, when he gave Yoongi another folder, Taehyung leaned his head on Yoongi’s legs and sighed deeply. His eyes kept falling shut, while he was reading the same sentence over and over again until he couldn’t fight it anymore.

Yoongi stiffened up when he felt the gentle pressure of Taehyung’s head against his leg. “Taehyung?” He only got a sleepy murmur as response as the files slipped from the younger’s hand where it rested on his own thigh, sending them sliding over the floor. Yoongi frowned. “Are you… are you asleep?” There was no answer and he blinked, a little helplessly. Should he wake Taehyung up? He was pretty sure that he was crossing a hundred boundaries right now and the businessman in him was feeling that Taehyung would sue him for god-knows-what if he touched him while he was asleep. The other part in him felt sorry for Taehyung - and also a little guilty. He had pushed the thought of Taehyung working overtime somewhere in the back of his head where it didn’t spoil his happiness about having him here every night. However, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Taehyung was exhausted. He had noticed before and choose to ignore it but the younger falling asleep right by his side was a clear sign that he had gone too far. With a sigh he figured that he could face being sued and put aside what he was holding so that he could support Taehyung’s head while he got up. “Let’s get you into bed then, shall we?”

Taehyung could feel himself getting pulled a little, mumbling sleepily. He barely registered the voice, but he knew it was Yoongi who was talking to him as he helped him up and steadied him as they stumbled towards the stairs. In Yoongi’s apartment, Taehyung could barely open his eyes, waddling tiredly wherever his boss was taking him and when he finally felt something soft beneath him, he immediately let himself fall.

He only got rid of Taehyung’s shoes as they didn’t pair well with Egyptian cotton sheets and then put a blanket over him before he left him there. Then he went back to send an email to his human resource management to tell them to find a replacement for Taehyung for tomorrow morning. He didn’t want to interrupt his sleep to wake him up during the day. And sleeping for a few more hours would do him good. He only hoped Taehyung didn’t have any other important appointments for tomorrow or would wake up in time if he had. To be sure that the other wouldn’t be angry at him he wrote a quick note and put it carefully besides the bed on the nightstand before leaving to use the recamiere to sleep. It was comfortable sleeping there which he knew because he had fallen asleep on it more than once after working for too long.

...

It was a sweet routine, something that Taehyung didn’t want to miss anymore. When he came in late at night, Yoongi was already awaiting him with a cup of hot cocoa and coffee in his own mug. They were talking, working and sorting stuff out that Yoongi needed help with. Although he had half a heart attack waking up the next morning in Yoongi’s bed (he slept like a baby though), the note had calmed his heart rapidly (he was almost glad he didn’t need to hurry to sort more mail this morning and he had only needed to figure out how to sneak out of the building without being seen). In the end he had made it somehow, only to stand in front of Yoongi’s office again.

And the day after that.

And the following days, too.

It was just nice spending the time with Yoongi, at least that’s what he told Jimin, when in reality the more time he was spending with his boss, the more he felt intrigued by him. He leaned his chin onto his hand as he watched Yoongi heating up water for some tea, as he bobbed his head to the music. “Do you dance, Mr. Min?” Taehyung asked and walked around the kitchen counter with a big grin plastered on his face.

Yoongi eyed him warily “Definitely not. Why, did something give you a different impression?” He made a step back , just to be on the safe side when Taehyung got up with a big grin on his face. “Kim Taehyung! I’m warning you!”

Taehyung didn’t care when he wrapped his arm around his boss and pulled him closer to him, swaying with the beat of the music, making Yoongi spin (with a little more work on his side). “Relax, Mr. Min. You’re always so tight up!” He placed Yoongi’s arms differently and where they actually should be in a dance position, but the other let them slip down again. But Taehyung could work with stubbornness as well, so he took both hands in his and pulled Yoongi in and out again turning him around and back again, having the time of his life.

“Heavens, you don’t know how to give up, do you?” He pulled a face while letting Tae drag him around, enjoying it too much to actually put up a fight and put a hold to it. He wasn’t lying he normally didn’t dance but being silly like this wasn’t something he had done in years and it somehow felt…freeing. Even though he would have never said that out loud. He still had a reputation to uphold.

It felt like forever as they danced and Yoongi finally seemed to relax a little more when his phone interrupted the music harshly. Usually he turned off the volume, but he was waiting for an important response for days now.

“Don’t run off, we will finish this dance!” He was still laughing, when he took the phone off the counter and looked at the message he got. It was an email, one that made his heart race a little faster at first and then it dropped again. Just like his smile.

We’re sorry to inform you – how many times had he read this sentence by now.

His art was everything to him, but it seemed like no one else saw it. Was he that stupid? Was he really not talented? He had thought about this a million times and it consumed him every time. Shutting the screen again, Taehyung put the phone aside as he felt the tears burning in the corner of his eyes. He didn’t want to cry. Not here. Not right now. Not like this.

“I didn’t get it.” Taking a deep breath, Taehyung shrugged his shoulders trying to not care, “Just something about how it didn’t fit in.”

It was clear that he spoke about the spot in the museum from the sadness that had filled his eyes and changed his entire face. In that moment Yoongi wondered how someone could feel so deep and still keep his smile because surely Tae must have been disappointed before and yet he looked like his whole world had just been crushed before his eyes. Immediately he reached out to take Taehyung's hands in his.

“They’re totally right! You don’t fit into some exhibition were pictures of similar artists are crammed into a tiny space so that museum visitors who are here for other exhibitions can take a short glance at them. You need something else, with more space, more freedom, something that’s entirely your own thing. Don’t let this get you down because they definitely aren’t worth your tears. You can be sad - but only for them because they missed out on having you in their halls, not because you feel like you’ll never get the chance to find the right audience. Because you will. Sooner or later you will find them. I promise you that.”

The younger averted his gaze onto his feet and although Yoongi’s words warmed his heart, he knew better. He’d been trying for so long now.

“I know you mean well,” His voice sounded defeated, “But maybe I’m just not made for this. Maybe my art isn’t good in the end and I should just stick to what I’m good. Sorting mail and taking pictures of families and their kids in my shop.” Taehyung let himself plop down onto the couch, making some more room for Yoongi. “Some people aren’t made for this, I guess.” His lips pursed into a slight pout as it hurt saying those words out loud. “I had imagined it so beautifully though…maybe I should stop daydreaming, then it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“If you feel like this then I’m sure you must be right.” Yoongi gave him a sharp look. “Because if that’s what you secretly think every time you apply for an exhibition or a nice spot at a gallery people will see it, that you’re insecure, that you’re not a hundred percent sure of what you’re capable of. And so, they’ll give your place to someone who is because even though they have less talent they know how to sell themselves better. It’s on you, really. If you think you can be happy with what you have; stick to it. If not then fight for what you want.”

Taehyung had pulled his legs in and draped them over Yoongi’s as he chuckled softly. “Says the one who is hiding in his office.” He smiled at him when he reached out for his hand to intertwine their hands. “I’m insecure when it comes to my art. I’m always scared if others will like what I do or if they will say something mean. And I am trying, Mr. Min. I’m trying so much but it’s getting frustrating.” With the other hand, Taehyung began to trace a few lines on Yoongi’s hand mindlessly, “If you’re allowed to be insecure about what others think, then I am too.” He blinked when the tears threatened to fall again. “I just wished I could have shown you. You could have played the piano at the opening or…you could have met Jimin. My friend, I told you about. And…and we could have gotten out for some coffee. The good kind, the one from downtown. And I’d put lots of sugar in mine, while you drink yours black.” He shook his head and wiped over his cheeks. “It would’ve been perfect, don’t you think? Rich people like you buying crappy art from me. That’s where our worlds collide, right?” Taehyung sighed deeply, “I bet they didn’t even look at my stuff, just discarded me when they didn’t recognize my name. That’s how it works after all.” He blinked up at Yoongi with tear-filled eyes, “I’m sorry I can’t take you out on an art date, then. We’ve got to reschedule.”

He had wanted to offer to buy Tae some exhibition catalogue where they could look at it together but something else made his brain short circuit before he could speak up. “D…date?” Yoongi stumbled over his own words as he looked at Taehyung with wide eyes, all thoughts about not showing his emotions too obviously thrown out the window. Surely he must have heard wrong. Or Taehyung was joking. Or the other meant it differently like… a date between friends.

Taehyung rubbed his neck nervously, before he shyly answered. “I meant it when I said I want to show you my stuff…just you and me. I…” He gulped, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat that made it so much harder to speak. “I really like your company, Mr. Min. I thought…you’d maybe…like that, too?” He frowned at his own wording, wanting to fling himself out of the window in shame.

“You thought... I’d like to date you?” It did totally come out wrong but the thought that someone would want to date him and not just someone but handsome, young, lively Tae who could do so much better than some bitter, disfigured hide-away that couldn’t go out baffled him completely. If it were anyone else he would have thought they wanted his money or a story, but Tae had proved that his art was what was most important to him and that he didn’t want to buy himself recognition. So, he had no idea why Taehyung would do that to himself. “You can’t be serious!”

Taehyung didn’t know what had come over him and maybe he had been stuck in his head, thinking that his little nightly adventures could be a little more than just that. Yoongi was still his boss and although he was kind enough to let him in and spend time with him almost every day now, it didn’t mean he felt the same way for him. He realized that now.

“I am so sorry, I…I didn’t think, I guess. You’re still my boss of course and…this…it’s work-related and…,” Taehyung got up from the couch, hands shaking as he realized that somewhere between spending all those sleepless nights with Yoongi, feeling up his skin, getting to know the man behind the mask that he had fallen in love with him. While Yoongi was just happy for the care he was giving him, the company and the help that he needed in his office. He bowed his head in apology, trying to ignore his rapid beating heart that was telling him to stay, but he knew he was just making a mess. “I think I should go. I have overstepped your boundaries, Mr. Min. I’m sorry.” Taehyung grabbed his bag from the piano chair before he rushed towards the door.

“Wait, Taehyung!” Yoongi was on his feet in a heartbeat, running after Taehyung who was surprisingly quick for someone who’s view must still be blurry from his unshed tears. “Don’t run off now, please, just wait!” He was out of breath when he arrived at the end of the stairs but at least Taehyung was still there, even though he didn’t look at him and had his bag securely placed in front of him, his shoulders hunched forward as if he was trying to hide and make himself as small as possible. Taehyung meant what he had said. His reaction and the flash of hurt that had passed over his face had made it crystal clear. So Yoongi spoke softly - as best as he could while still being out of breath. “You can’t date me while you still call me Mr. Min. So.. call me Yoongi, please.”

Taehyung held onto his bag tightly, not really sure what to say when he simply nodded. “Okay…Yoongi,” His voice sounded rough and unsure as he stood by the door. “I’m really sorry, Mr. M-... Yoongi,” Taehyung had his eyes averted onto the ground, not able to stand his gaze. “I didn’t want to mess this night up. We can go back to how it was tomorrow. I promise, I won’t say anything anymore.”

Yoongi shook his head, smiling. “Taehyung, I don’t think you got what I meant to say. I’d like that. The art date you promised me. I’m up for it. I didn’t mean to react so taken aback when you suggested it, it was just that... I couldn’t really see why you would... you know...” He trailed off, gesturing to his marks instead. “So, it took me a moment to realize you were serious but... yeah. Please date me if you still want to.”

The younger’s eyes flickered up when Yoongi spoke just as nervously as he had only minutes before he ran off. “So, if I do get a spot…you’d let me take you out?” He asked nervously, “A-and you’re not saying this b-because you know I won’t never get a spot?”

Yoongi couldn’t help it, he broke into laughter. “Oh Tae, that’s totally not it. Because you will get your exhibition, I can promise you that.” The company had done enough charity events that had to do with art for him to know how to organize an exhibition though Tae didn’t have to know that. Not yet. “Also, I’ve got two conditions concerning our date: First I’ll let you take me out but I won’t let you pay. That’s my part. And second I want the right to buy one of your exhibition pieces. You can leave it hanging there for everyone to see but with a little sign that tells them that they have to be fast to get one of your other pieces because that one is mine already. Deal?”

He smiled softly at the thought of being able to take Yoongi out one day, maybe he would open up enough to him to be brave enough to actually visit him on opening day. He’d love that a lot. His smile grew even bigger as he walked up to Yoongi, placing his bag down.

“I take the deal.” He cocked his head aside, pushing a string of hair out of Yoongi’s face as he leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. Barely there, just a fleeting touch of his lips against his skin. “And why wouldn’t I want to, you’re beautiful to me.” He whispered, leaning in a little more, “Good Night, Yoongi.”

It was a good thing he let their night end like this because Yoongi was too overwhelmed to know what to do with himself. He was unbelievably happy, like something had let in the light that illuminated his whole world again. But at the same time, he was horribly, horribly scared. Because he knew how dating went. If they would not get along and their interest wouldn’t turn into a relationship then it would be different between them. And if they did get along well... then it would be just as scary. Because dating meant that they would see each other more often, maybe kiss, maybe touch… and he didn’t want Taehyung to see all of his skin. The other had told him that he thought his hands were beautiful and he could look at his eyes without flinching but being faced with the ugliness of his whole body could only be too much, even for someone as kind hearted as Taehyung.

A/N: Ohhhhh, what do you think? Will a date happen? Or will Taehyung get refused again and again and again or.............

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chrrybeom · 6 years ago

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mission successful | ksj

Summary → Five minutes, it was just supposed to take five minutes. Instead you meet the biggest challenge of your disastrous week, and he just so happens to be standing between you and the one thing you want most right now. Chocolate fucking milk.

▶ pairing → seokjin/reader

▶ genre → humour? angst? fluff? who knows.

▶ warnings → food mention

▶ word count → 1.4k

PART 2

a/n: this is what happens when i’m craving chocolate milk and i see a gifset of jin’s love of it. may continue

“What do you think you’re doing?” You couldn’t believe what you were seeing in front of you, it was the absolute last straw. This whole week you had been worked to your limit, fail after fail with almost every plan you’d made on the side falling through last minute.

You had decided to go late night grocery shopping for junk food and drink. All you wanted was a little me-time, to sit back and relax on the couch watching bad teenage drama shows until you consumed your weight in sugar. The most important aspect of this entire thing just so happened to be being carted off the shelf by the handful. You’d been craving chocolate milk all week, all fucking week, and now some lunatic in ugly pyjamas (granted, you weren’t exactly dressed to the nines either) was the one thing stopping you from succeeding in your final mission of the week.

“What?” The chocolate milk hoarder had stopped his milknapping, hand wedged between the final two cartons on the shelf. He was looking at you like you were the rude one. He gave you a once over, as though your track pants tucked into your rainbow bed socks weren’t worthy of his time.

You crossed your arms, car keys jingling in your hand, eyeing off the chocolate milk loot in his arms. “You’re stealing my fucking milk.” You hadn’t anticipated being that rude, but then again you hadn’t anticipated anyone getting between you and your chocolate milk.

The man blinked, clearly taken aback. He grabbed the last two anyway, turning to face you fully. “I’m not stealing. I’m going to buy them, and its public milk property. Not my fault.”

“What can one man possibly need so much milk for?”

“Consumption. Enjoyment. Hydration. Taste.” He shook hair out of his face that had fallen into his eyes, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. “And I’m a big man.”

You scoffed, “You’re barely six foot.”

He scowled. “What do you want with my milk, woman?”

“That is a sentence I never want to hear ever again.” His expression softened before he turned serious again. You tapped your foot. “I came here specifically for that milk in your arms. And I’ll be damned if I let some guy in gucci slippers take them from me.”

“They weren’t yours to begin with! And I’ll be damned if I let some girl with her pants tucked into her socks swindle me.”

“Ohh you are unbelievable.”

“Believe it. Can’t you just go to another store? Or I don’t know, get strawberry milk instead?”

You huffed out a laugh. “Are you serious? You don’t deserve that milk if you think strawberry can make up for the loss of chocolate.” His jaw clenched as he tried to suppress a smile. “Besides, this is the only local store that carries that brand.” You flung your arm out towards him, keys flying off your finger. They slid across the floor and hit the milk thief’s foot.

He glanced down at them and then back towards your angry form. You were so frustrated at this whole situation. It was just supposed to be a quick stop and grab. 5 minutes. That was all it needed to be. You just let the keys sit there.

“That’s why I came here to stock up,” he said matter-of-factly. He kicked your keys gently towards you. “Milk makes you violent.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as you went to retrieve your keys. The bastard started laughing at you as you picked them up. “Look, you have what, like, ten cartons there-“

“Fourteen actually.”

“You are really not helping.” You rubbed your hands over your face. “Can you spare me two?”

“How much?”

You mouth dropped in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” He raised his eyebrows, pursing his lips.

“I don’t know your face is kind of naturally dopey looking.” It was his turn to gawk, a shocked smile appearing on his face.

“You are not helping your case.” You both glared at each other, though his was much more playful than the one you were giving him. “Plus, I know I’m handsome.”

“God, you are painful.” You bit your lips frustratedly, reaching out a hand. “Give me some milk.”

“Give me some money.”

“It’s not even yours yet!”

“Okay, bye bye.” He added the last two cartons into his arms and happily started to walk away.

“Wait!” He spun on his heel, cocking his head to the side. “I’ll pay. Four dollars, right?”

“Hmmm. Make it five.”

You were so close to ripping your hair out. You could’ve been back home on your couch by now. This asshole was really trying to overprice this? “That’s not retail price. Now who’s swindling who.”

“It’s a handling fee, plus you should pay for wasting my time.”

You clenched your teeth. “I should pay? For wasting YOUR time? Ohhhh, you are... something. I’m not even going to say it. All I needed was two cartons of chocolate fucking milk and instead I’ve been arguing with you for the past fifteen minutes. Go buy your fucking milk. I think strawberry sounds just fine.”

You turned back to the shelf. Your whole weeks’ worth of built up stress and anger were threatening to bubble over even more. Normally you weren’t so confrontational and blatantly rude, hell, you probably would’ve forced a friendly smile when you had first questioned him and settled for strawberry but it was the straw on the camel’s back. You should’ve just accepted your loss and hauled ass out of this stupid store and fallen asleep on the couch for the third night in a row, but now here you were, trying not to cry over chocolate milk in a grocery store at 9pm on a Wednesday.

You wiped the two stubborn tears that slipped down your cheeks and sighed. You had become that girl in her pyjamas that cries in grocery stores in front of strangers.

You felt something cold against your arm. You looked down and saw the brown carton of chocolate milk resting against your bicep.

“Here. I’m sorry.”

You quickly dabbed at your left cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie and hastily accepted the carton of milk.

He was rubbing his lips together, brow furrowed concernedly. “I shouldn’t have been so rude.” Two more cartons of milk were being placed in your hands.

“No, it’s my fault. I was a bitch.”

“We both were. Chocolate milk turns people into animals.”

You laughed. “Yeah, it’s just too good.”

“They should put a warning on the label.” You both chuckled before silence settled between you for what was probably the first time since engaging in -argument- conversation. He pursed his lips. “You don’t need to pay me. That was stupid. Do you want five?”

“Is this pity milk?”

“You did just cry in an empty store.”

You groaned. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“How could I? I don’t even know your name.” He stacked the other cartons in your hands, pausing to look you in the eyes.

You cleared your throat. “Y/N.”

“Well Y/N, I am definitely going to tell all my friends about this.”

You groaned again, this time knocking into him. You had both started making your way to the registers together, not sure if that had been intentional or not.

“I’m Jin by the way.”

“I wish I could say it was nice to meet you but frankly I kind of want to forgot this ever happened.”

“Hey, I get it. We’ve all been here.”

“You’ve cried over chocolate milk in a grocery store at 9pm on a Wednesday night?”

He scrunched his face up. “Well no, not exactly. It was a Sunday at noon in a food court, and they were out of pork ribs.”

You burst into laughter, and he joined in, laughing at both of your unfortunate happenings. “Who gets pork ribs at a food court?”

“Will you ever stop judging my food and beverage purchases? Or is this what knowing you is like?”

You were at the conveyor belt of one of the registers. He dumped his milk onto it right away and didn’t miss a beat as he gestured for you to put yours down with his as well.

“Oh no, you don’t have to I can pay for th-“

“Y/N it’s the least I can do. I made you cry, let me buy you chocolate milk.”

It was hard trying to justify saying no when he was looking at you so apologetically. You sighed. “Okay. But...” You grabbed a chocolate bar from the rack of things to tease customers with. “That’s for judging my socks.” He bit his lips. You were starting to wonder if that’s why his lips were so plump.

“Okay. Mission successful?”

You nodded. “Mission successful, Jin.”

PART 2

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janiedean · 7 years ago

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1-Hi Lavi I just chime in to say that I totally agree with you on the whole Brienne thing. As someone who totally relates to Brienne and Sam over all the Asoiaf characters and puts them on the podium right behind our working class hero (ho visto il gifset con Guido Caprino e ho urlato I WAS RIGHT ai quattro venti) I just want to say that media mindfuck up people so much that they can't even conceive what is the reality for thousand of individuals that might relate to people like Bri and Sam.

2-Like I'm not conventionally pretty (I don't post my face down here because I know people here have the mindset of a bunch of italian middleschool pischellitm) and it took a lot of work to accept my female side evolving from the typical Arya/Asha mindset (i come from a rural family background that evaluates everything male) to a more non conforming but still accepting my femaleness like Brienne/Alys Mormont kind of people. I'm a chubby young woman and it's quite disheartening to see that on the internet I have to perform my femininity to the 100% on the appearance side (make up, clothes and high heels) to be accepted as a plus size woman. Like I can bake and sew and do other elderly things (sono vecchia dentro lo so) and people generally say I'm kind, I just feel comfy in jeans and coverse for god sake! Fandom in general is so absorbed in the mainstream media culture: like I like the little wizard saga but cringe everytime they pick skinny dudes to play the 2 main overweight characters, like for real! Like you I totally related on the bio side of Brienne background (while I'm bi) and it took more than 25 years for me to see a large faced asian girl on screen of the western media (i've seen some eastern movies but there we are always ridiculized for being unattractivre) . Like I'm not the hugest star wars fan but I jumped on my seat when I saw Rose face on the first trailer! Scusami tanto per il lenzuolo e grazie tante per la pazienza! penultimo!

(figurati np per il lenzuolo!)

as someone who also identifies with sam (but sam didn’t have the LIST OF THINGS THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME, like I can relate because I also had weight issues, like cats, greatly enjoy music and books and such but again I wasn’t reading sam’s chapters with cold sweat running down my face and going like ‘ooooops THIS IS TOO CLOSE’) I 100% agree xD

media mindfuck up people so much that they can't even conceive what is the reality for thousand of individuals that might relate to people like Bri and Sam

^^^ THANKS. like the thing is that you don’t need to be ugly whatever it is that it means. I... really even wasn’t. but I wasn’t pretty enough to be standard level and look where it got me. sure, having the (I know now but) toxic rship with the supposed best friend who was 1.82, flat, thin, with blonde hair and green eyes DIDN’T HELP AT ALL especially since she bragged about it but like... in retrospective I actually was healthier than she was but everyone around us (her included) made me feel like I was the one who had to conform to the standards. if I had had one damned example of person who got her way and didn’t have to conform to that shit maybe I’d have gotten more confidence?? who knows.

and like... the fun thing is that I’m actually pretty feminine but with the fact that I had the damned F cup size which I hated most **feminine** stuff didn’t even fit me so I basically went for fuck it let’s just drown in band t-shirts aesthetic so I couldn’t even perform to the femininity standards because people would think I looked horrible *rolls eyes* like idk I started feeling fine with myself for real when I got the reduction, IMAGINE THE HORROR (and people kept on telling me that it was my card to look attractive because *everyone likes large breasts* pffff yeah my ass) -_-’ like I haven’t embraced it yet I guess but fuck’s sake that was all thanks to *conventional beauty standards TM* and don’t people realize that you don’t have to look like the phantom of the opera to get sucked in that? blergh. I’m just so damned tired of seeing that for the one time I actually had the character I could really identify with suddenly she’s boring or unrelevant if she’s like me you know -__-

and YES FOR ROSE rose is a+++ and she deserves all the best and she’s the nicest cupcake around I’m glad that you got nice rep ;__;

#personal shit #the tmi of tmis #at this point it's caring and sharing I guess *flies into the sun*#gorgonstortello #ask post

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mootmuse · 5 years ago

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So, I was suddenly overcome with book!Jaskier feels and wanted to ramble about him. Here it is!

First of all he’s horrible to women, in a really blatant way that from my particular corner of my particular culture (the US) comes off actually feeling old fashioned. (I bet y’all were expecting me to start out with something positive, weren’t you. XD Welp.) It isn’t that men who treat women the way he does no longer exist in the corner of society I live in, but most of them - especially fictional characters you’re supposed to like - are aware that they have to try to get away with it. Not saying that’s better, just that it’s different, and makes Dandelion’s behavior come off as all the more blatant and shocking for it. Dandelion doesn’t try to ‘get away’ with the way he acts toward women because he has no need to hide it; both he/many of the characters and the narrative seems to see blatantly shitty (often at least a little disturbing) treatment of women as unremarkable and expected.

Gathering up enough examples of this to thoroughly prove that the narrative itself feels in on it is more than I’m up to, but have one brief example from Last Wish:

Dandelion chuckled loudly and rested his head against the bookshelf, on the leather-bound volumes.

“Millet and mosquitoes! That reminds me of our first expedition together to the edge of the world,” he said. “Do you remember? We met at the fete in Gulet and you persuaded me--”

“You persuaded me! You had to flee from Gulet as fast as your horse could carry you because the girl you’d knocked up under the musicians’ podium had four sturdy brothers. They were looking for you all over town, threatening to geld you and cover you in pitch and sawdust. That’s why you hung on to me then.”

and then they carry on with their reminiscing without commenting on Dandelion getting a woman pregnant and leaving her. That’s how they met. That’s an absolutely horrible thing to do to a person and it’s treated like a funny little memory.

I do love Dandelion. Jaskier. Whoever he is. Believe it or not, I do. I’m getting to it.

I’ve seen a gifset where Joey Batey says they decided, in Netflix!Witcher, to reinterpret that misogynistic quality as Jaskier falling in love with everyone he meets, genuinely falling in love with them and genuinely liking them, because characters who do what Dandelion does (Dandelion=book!Jaskier, Jaskier=show!Jaskier, for clarity) are tired, character-wise, and uninteresting to watch. This is the only reasoning for changing that character trait that I could have actively approved of (and for the record, I approve of it quite a lot). I don’t like Dandelion’s lack of respect for women, but I’m not going to pretend it isn’t there just because I like him. In fact, that’s why I didn’t want to like him. I have a memory of realizing mid-scene, with some dismay, that he was my favorite character; he has flaws that step a bit too far into what reads to me as real life problems for me to have expected myself to gravitate to him.

The scene, I think, where I fell in love with the character was set just outside Brokilon forest, a piece of land its dryad inhabitants defended so violently that even the toughest of the humans who lived nearby were terrified to go close to it. But Dandelion knew his friend had been injured very badly; he knew Geralt was in that forest being treated by those dryads, and he had a plan. He was led to the no-man’s land that no human dared approach and was left alone to cross it, and as he walked he got more and more frightened. He knew the dryads were there - he walked past bodies of other humans who’d been as dumb as he was being right then and he was genuinely convinced that he was going to die. And he kept going. He sang a song that he’d translated into an ancient language himself just for the dryads, still mostly convinced that it wasn’t going to work and that he was absolutely going to die, and he kept doing it and he saw it through, just because he was worried about his friend and wanted to be there for him.

This isn’t an isolated incident; earlier, in the first book, Dandelion is the one we see visit Geralt while he’s recovering from a different injury, having had to actively work out where Geralt would go and track him down to do it. He is the only person (at least in the earlier books that I paid more attention to) who we see make the attempt - much more difficult with the slow, unreliable long distance communication and dangerous, snail-slow travel inherent in the setting - to locate and travel to a recovering Geralt in this way.

And later on in the series, when things get grim and Geralt gets very grim himself, and insists things are so dangerous and dark that he has to go on solo and is willing to drive his friends away to do it, Dandelion refuses to leave him. He isn’t the only one who refuses to leave Geralt alone, but he is the only one who insists on it with absolutely no way to physically defend himself. Dandelion, whenever he travels with Geralt and Geralt’s Friends, is surrounded by people who can kill as easily as they breathe, and he never picks up a weapon himself. He’s so unused to battle that he’s glanced by an arrow and loses his shit, freaks out - and still stays. He’s seen the ugly realities of war and he’s seen slaughter, he knows the horror of violence, and he not only continues to put himself near a man who makes his living through violence because that man needs his support, but he never becomes numb to it. Let’s see an example of that in Baptism of Fire (warning for brief mention of gore and some vomit):

Next to him, Dandelion hauled himself up, throwing off the corpse with a mutilated throat which was weighing down on him. The poet’s face was the color of quicklime.

Milva came closer, pulling an arrow from a dead man as she approached.

“Thank you,” the Witcher said. “Dandelion, say thank you. This is Maria Barring, or Milva. It’s thanks to her we’re alive.”

Milva yanked an arrow from another of the dead bodies and examined the bloody arrowhead. Dandelion mumbled incoherently, bent over in a courtly - but somewhat quavering - bow, then dropped to his knees and vomited.

“Who’s that?” the archer asked, wiping the arrowhead on some wet leaves and replacing it in her quiver. “A comrade of yours, Witcher?”

“Yes. His name’s Dandelion. He’s a poet.”

“A poet,” Milva watched the troubadour wracked by attacks of dry retching and then looked up. “That I can understand. But I don’t quite understand why he’s puking here, instead of writing rhymes in a quiet spot somewhere.”

This part of Dandelion matters a lot to me. The part of him that can be exposed to that level of violence sort of repeatedly, can be near it as a matter of course, because in that kind of world traveling with that kind of person is going to get you up close and personal with some really horrific shit even if the war doesn’t, and yet he never changes himself into someone who will respond to violence with violence, he never becomes okay with being face to face with it.

That’s one of the big differences I’ve noticed between Dandelion and Jaskier, at least when it comes to how fandom interacts with Jaskier because honestly I haven’t watched the show, I'm pretty much just here for fandom shit. Netflix!Witcher fandom is pretty great. Anyway, the difference: there are a lot of fics where Jaskier learns a bit about fighting. Which makes sense, it’s the practical thing to do when you’re traveling with a man who often gets into very violent situations. But that being a tendency in fic about netflix!Witcher does indicate to me that the show likely doesn’t put as much emphasis as the books do on the idea of Jaskier as a man who is so different from the fighty-badass types who are usually the focus in stories like this - the idea of The Most Badass Witcher’s companion being a man who’s not just untrained in combat, but averse to it right down to his soul.

That’s not a negative, not a positive. It’s intended as a neutral observation, just a thing I’ve noticed and been thinking about. I feel both versions of the character, books and adaptation, are true to the heart of him, and I find it fun to look at them both. They have similarities, they have differences. Dandelion is an interesting character because he has qualities that mean a lot to me, that confident nonviolence, that deep loyalty that drives him to be brave in ways the more physically capable people around him might not even recognize as bravery. He believes in beauty and love and the equality of all people, not just humans - and then he turns around and treats the nearest cute girl like an object that exists solely for his entertainment, and so doesn’t get close to living up to some of those lovely beliefs and ideals he’s got. I want to see him grow from that - of course, that’s not a need the book series recognizes, but there’s some potential, at least, for growth there that could make fandom interaction with Dandelion particularly compelling. Fandom activity does tend to gravitate toward the things which we want to fix.

tl;dr dandelion is a character who exists and I love him. Also, AU where Jaskier and Dandelion meet, initially really get on until Jaskier starts to notice the particular difference between the way they treat their lovers/women in general, this is sort of the last straw on top of his already existing jealousy over the easy affection Dandelion gets from book!Geralt-

(not that netflix!Geralt doesn’t act like book!Geralt in any particular but he does seem to act more similar to book!Geralt near the middle/end of the series, after his life had been going to shit for years and he felt horrible and became thoroughly unpleasant - the interesting approaches to book vs show Geralt is a tumblr essay of its own, to be made by someone who remembers more of the books than I do, but even when he was acting like a shithead book!Geralt had already long since established that he cared for Dandelion and appreciated him. If I were Jaskier, I’d sure as hell be jealous of that shit.)

-cue climax of the AU after which Dandelion realizes he should start figuring out how to not be shit to women, show!Geralt learns to treat his friends as if he actually values them, everyone learns from one another the end. I can’t write that AU but I sure as hell would read it.

#long post #the witcher #i'm too shy to have a proper conversation about this so i won't be following this post up or whatever #but i somehow spent at least an hour writing it it's 2am and brain is shutting off higher functions #and i figured someone might find this interesting #it's not totally positive about book!jaskier just a warning if you're not up for that kind of thing but i do love him #like brief-ish discussion of misogyny and shit that kind of not totally positive

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softjeon · 5 years ago

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The perfect Illusion |Pt. 7

• Pairing: Geisha!Jimin x Namjoon | Side-Pairing: Geisha!Jungkook x Yoongi • Genre: Fluff / Angst | Geisha!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 9k | ↳ AO3 • Disclaimer: mentioning of abusive behavior

*** please note that this story doesn’t mean to represent accurate geisha tradition, it was solely inspired by the beautiful art form, giving it a modern twist in a fictional universe and therefore has been dramatized for entertainment purposes.

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ He was the perfect illusion. The getaway for anyone who didn’t want to face reality. And yet, there was something in his eyes, something vulnerable and hopeful as if he was dying for someone to see through him, to care for him enough to look behind the mask and draw out the real Jimin. And Namjoon couldn’t wait to do exactly that.

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It was like the world stopped for a moment and everyone’s eyes were stuck on Jungkook. Every step was perfectly in time with the music, while he was portraying the perfect illusion right in front of everyone. No one knew about the pain he felt, the anxiety and fear. No one but them. But even to Jimin, Jungkook looked absolutely perfect.

…

Namjoon had only taken a glance into the main room before he had to go out again. He couldn’t watch this, the way those people were looking at Jungkook who was looking even more angelic on stage. The geisha makeup made him look older, but his eyes were still as innocent and his nature still as soft as before. You could see it in the way he bowed his head at the end before walking off stage and Namjoon ached with how submissive it looked because he would bet that most bidders would want exactly that; to get a taste of his softness, his innocence, and dig into the vulnerable parts of his soul.

That’s when he saw Yoongi, sitting with the others somewhere at the front row even. He froze but then he saw the look on Yoongi’s face. His friend looked as if he was in pain, torn between enjoying Jungkook’s beautiful dance and the knowledge to what it would lead up to. As strange as it was for him to be here - Namjoon had to admit that he wasn’t sure if he could have stayed away either if it had been Jimin’s night.

Considering he was here for Jimin now was probably a loud enough answer.

…

When the music faded out and the applause came in, Jimin snapped out of his trance, chiming into the applause for the younger. Jungkook was panting when he stumbled off stage and right into his arms.

“You did so well, so so well…You were perfect,” Jimin held him, embracing him tightly for a moment. Maybe a little longer than he was supposed to - but he couldn’t care less. It didn’t take long for both to switch onto autopilot right after, as they began to switch Jungkook’s robe to his mizuage one. Jimin fixed the younger’s makeup while the others were congratulating Jungkook for his amazing performance. Despite the situation, Jimin was so proud of the younger’s development. He had become a beautiful dancer, the perfect geisha to be. Jimin handed him something to drink, before taking his hand again, leading him out of the backstage area. Jimin was biting his lip repeatedly, his heart aching painfully the closer they got to the room. They could hear how the audience was talking, chatting as they wrote down their biddings on a piece of paper to give over to Hoseok.

It wouldn’t be long anymore until Jungkook’s fate was decided.

“I’ll be here,” Jimin whispered, glancing down the hallway to catch a glimpse of the people that Hoseok had invited.

When Jungkook vanished into the room, Jimin felt absolutely horrible. He wished he could stay with the younger, just until… He groaned, his hands balling into fists repeatedly, as he tried to keep his breathing under control. Leaning his head back against the wall, Jimin blinked up at the ceiling, fighting the urge to just run back to Jungkook, pulling him out of the room and just run away with him - somewhere where no one could get to them. What was the worst that could happen?

“You know, I really thought you would have learned your lesson.” Hoseok’s sudden voice over him, made Jimin snap his eyes wide open, pressing his back against the wall in a sudden need of something stable. “Wh-what do you mean?” Jimin cleared his throat awkwardly, the fear rushing back into his bones so quickly that he was surprised that his knees didn’t give in. And then his eyes fell onto what Hoseok was holding. “Where did you-,”

“Where did I get what? Oh, you mean these?” Hoseok smiled knowingly, eyeing the chopsticks with a disgusted expression as if he had never seen something this ugly, “You really think I don’t notice these kinds of things. That I notice how my customers look at you? Since when do you keep secrets from me, Minnie?” Reaching out for the geisha, he caressed over Jimin’s bottom lip with his thumb, making sure that he was looking up at him.

“I was always too kind to you.” He sighed in a fake-manner, “Maybe it’s because I just like having you around, you know.” Hoseok leaned closer, making Jimin turn his head just a little, feeling his warm breath against his neck, “You’re making me good money, Jimin...and what did you thought? That a handsome man will come and pay for you? Propose to you?” Hoseok laughed, “No one wants this, Jimin.” He pointed up at down the youngers body, “You’re perfect in theory...but that’s it.” Pushing himself off the wall, Hoseok smirked as he simply broke the chopsticks into a half and placing them back into Jimin’s palm, whose heart was torn into pieces at the same time.

His hand closed around the broken piece of wood, holding to it tightly, as he felt his knees shaking. This couldn’t be. How did Hoseok find out? How did he know? Jimin’s eyes filled with tears and he tried to take a deep breath. He needed to be strong for Jungkook, the younger was counting on him.

“At least Jungkook will make good money tonight. The one who bid for him seemed eager to have him.” Hoseok’s words sliced right through the geisha and only when a sudden hard grip around his wrist kept him from doing it, did he realize that he was about to hit Hoseok right on his cheek. Jimin was shaking, tears in his eyes when Hoseok pushed him away roughly, making him stumble. It was enough of a warning for Jimin to back off a little more. That was until a sudden call of his name, was making the hope bloom once more.

“Namjoon,” Jimin whispered, his legs instinctively taking a few steps forward until Hoseok kept him from moving further. The grip around his arm was tight and painful, but Jimin wasn’t fighting it. “Don’t you see it, Jimin. The moment you’re out of here you will be nothing for him. Absolutely nothing. Who even wants damaged goods? A wealthy man like him? He can have it all...what is he supposed to do with a shy boy like you?” Every word coming from Hoseok was dripping with venom and it was weakening him, making him question what there really was between them. If Hoseok wasn’t right. If this all was just a fantasy, an illusion.

Nothing more than that.

Namjoon had sneaked into the backstage area, hoping that he would find Jimin before someone else would find him. He couldn’t wait to finally be with him again, to hug him and talk to him - it had been way too long they had seen each other with Taehyung's and Hoseok's intervention. Speaking of the devil… He heard Hoseok before he saw him and hid around the corner. But the way Hoseok spoke to Jimin was enough to draw him out. He couldn’t hear all of it at this distance, but he heard that it was harsh and demeaning and that it had Jimin hurting. So, he came out, calling for the younger that looked at him as if Namjoon was his only joy and safety left.

Hoseok looked at him as if he was a bug that needed to be killed.

“Jung Hoseok, I need to talk to you!” He couldn’t just watch this. He was done with playing it safe. He had to take a risk and talk with him, about Jimin, about getting him out and how if Hoseok ever laid a finger on him again he would make sure he would regret it as deeply as he had never regretted anything else before. But Hoseok didn’t give him a chance, he just laughed at his face.

“Oh, I don’t think so Mr. Kim. In fact, I don’t think you should even be here, backstage.” He used two fingers to whistle sharply, and explained who he had been alarming right after, “Why don’t you let the security guards show you out?” Namjoon tried to speak up again but the other talked right over him, not even letting him say another word, “In case you had been hoping to buy Jungkook I have to disappoint you, he’s already been sold. I can understand that you want something fresh or an outlet after having to deal with Jimin’s teasing all the time. I’m afraid that’s his job though. And yet no one is allowed to have him. Not even someone with your wealth and status.” Hoseok's sleazy smile told him clearly what the other didn’t put into words: ‘No one can have him - but me’

Jimin didn’t know what hurt most. Seeing Namjoon being pulled away by two men, to know that Jungkook would lose his virginity in this exact moment or the sudden grip around his arm that made him stumble. The tears came all on their own as he tried to release himself from Hoseok’s hold, trying to get away and run to Namjoon instead. If only he could be in his arms, then it would be okay - Namjoon would know what to do, he always knew what to do.

“Hadn’t a pathetic one like this in a while,” One of the men said that was keeping Namjoon in place and making sure that he wouldn’t run off and cause more trouble than he already did. “I don’t know what’s about them...thinking they could fall in love with a geisha...one of Hoseok’s Geishas.” The other laughed shamelessly before leaning into Namjoon, “Ever thought about that he might have played with you, so you pay his debt. That he only acted so you believe him? What makes you think he wants you back for the same reasons?” Both of them began to laugh now, shaking their heads as if they couldn’t believe how dumb Namjoon had been, before pushing him out the door and making sure he wouldn’t come back soon.

If he was honest Namjoon had asked himself the same questions a few weeks ago and every time Yoongi gave him this look - before he had fallen for Kook himself. They were quite a funny pair the four of them, entirely different and yet bound through the same emotions. Because Namjoon was sure, had seen sure for quite a while now that Jimin wasn't playing. He wasn't even sure if the other could do something like that or if his heart was too soft, too gentle to lead someone on who was so obviously in love with him. Cause he was and they both knew. And now Hoseok knew as well. And he had no idea what the tea house owner would do to Jimin because of it. So, he walked away for the security guards to see, staying behind the hedge for a while until he was sure that they were gone - and then he walked right back.

…

Jimin didn’t know when the moment was when he couldn’t see Namjoon anymore and if it because Hoseok had pushed him further away or because of the tears in his eyes. Everything just felt so horribly wrong out of a sudden and it hit him painfully hard the moment he got pushed into a room and the door instantly closed behind him. The sound of a key turning in the lock, made him scramble to his feet instantly rushing to the door to try and get out. “No! No! Hoseok! What are you doing, no! Jungkook…he needs me, please. Jungkookie!” Jimin was screaming until his voice broke and he couldn’t do anything but fall onto his knees, sobbing.

…

Jungkook had his eyes averted on the ground when he could hear footsteps coming closer. His heartbeat picked up, his hands began to shake, and he tried to keep himself still and not get up and run. When the door slid open, Jungkook held his breath.

The man stepped into the room and on the mat that was all over the floor and that swallowed every sound of his steps. The first thing he saw was the beautifully woven expensive light silk that was splayed out over it in the middle of the room. There was a cushion placed on it, a single one and Jungkook was sitting on it, waiting, and tense, lost in his own thoughts.

Jungkook put a smile securely on his face as he lifted his head - but the sight has his mouth fall open and his eyes widening.

It was Yoongi!

His Yoongi was entering the room!

Quickly he got up on his feet, so hastily actually that he almost fell over the seam of his long silk robe that covered him from head to toe. Even his sleeves were so long that they covered up his hands and the boy nervously held onto them. Jungkook had imagined anyone coming into the room, but not Yoongi. His eyes were still wide and for a moment he feared that his bidder could come in seeing him with Yoongi, when the realization settled in that Yoongi could be exactly that.

“Did you…,” Jungkook gulped heavily, closing his mouth in an instant. His heart was aching and racing at the same time. It felt like everything hurt and that he was shaking with fear.

Yoongi could see the nervousness in the youngers stance, his expression, and his eyes that were a little too wide. They both were silent for a little moment in which Yoongi just admired him. He was utterly beautiful, there was no doubt. But the way he behaved worried him.

“Hey. I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you about this before, but I made the decision at the last minute.” Even though he had thought about it for days Yoongi had only found the guts shortly before the bidding had started. When the younger didn’t react, he prodded further. "I… I hope you are okay with it being me?” He got a little closer, careful, step by step to see if Jungkook would let him touch him again. “Do you want this?"

Jungkook nodded immediately, a little too hastily, the way you would do it if you weren't sure at all but tried to convince someone - or yourself - of making the right decision. When Yoongi made it clear that he was the one paying his mizuage, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel absolutely lost. Even more than he was before. He liked Yoongi, way too much and still everything in him made him want to scream or cry.

He didn’t want it to happen like this.

He wanted love, just like the stories Jimin always told him. The ones that made his heart flutter and dream in hope of ever feeling like this – like he did when he kissed Yoongi.

Yoongi got closer to take the youngers beauty in as detailed as he could before opening the belt and letting the heavy silk flow down only in his subtle undergarments that would leave him naked underneath. Yoongi could feel Jungkook's breath hitching when the younger had the same realization. He was about to open the ribbons that were holding Jungkook's shirt together when a shudder ran through the youngers body, violent and unintended and Yoongi couldn't push the boys limits any further just to test him. Admiring his body and going too far were blending way too smoothly into each other for his liking. He had bid on him because he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else being with him tonight - but he hadn't really thought further than that. Did he really want to have Kook like this? The queasy feeling in his stomach was a pretty clear 'No' - but what if Jungkook would hate him for robbing him of his mizuage night?

He stopped what he had been doing, taking Jungkooks face softly into his hands instead and waited until the younger looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed from embarrassment or excitement or pure stress and he bit his lip when he noticed Yoongi's boring gaze as if to keep himself together or keep the words in that would otherwise tell him that he was scared or nervous and definitely not ready for this. Yoongi gently swiped his thumb over the soft skin under his hands. "Relax, please. I won't hurt you, my love." He gently and protectively kissed the youngers head, "And I won't ever force you into something you obviously aren't sure you want to do."

He could see the youngers eyes widen in shock and the way he inhaled, ready to tell him that it was fine, that he was old enough and that he would be willing to do whatever Yoongi needed him to; with the desperation of a child that was sacrificing his own integrity because he knew the consequences would be worse if he didn't accept this now. Yoongi shushed him gently with a finger on his warm lips, reddened from the way Kook had nervously abused then.

Jungkook whimpered quietly, unsure what to do, his eyes flickering back and forth. “B-but you paid f-for me, right?” He bowed his head in apology for making such fuzz, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y-yoongi. I...I want this.” Jungkook didn’t dare to look up again, waiting for Yoongi’s hands to undress him further.

It hurt to see Jungkook like this, shaken and too scared to let Yoongi calm him down. "It's okay. We don't have to tell anyone." If he had needed any more proof that Jungkook wasn't ready for any of this then he got it because the boy was close to crying and so tense that Yoongi was scared that he just be hurting. "Nobody has to know. Nobody but us. I doubt they will ask you for details and I won't say a thing either. You can trust me in this. You are a full on Geisha from now on and no one can take that from you." They might not ask him to tell about this - but they would surely want proof one way or another. So, he took out a small blade that he carried with him most of the time, just like Namjoon had his pen and then pressed it against the pad of his thumb until he drew a little blood. "And if they need proof the old fashioned way …then let them have their proof.” He dipped his fingertips into the scented oil that was standing at the side, ready to be used on Jungkook. Then he wiped them off on the satin, leaving a rose colored, slightly bloody stain behind that could be seen as proof of a traditional, fully consummated defloration.

Jungkook was still frozen, but his expression showed how complete overwhelmed he was. He eyed what Yoongi was doing carefully, shaking from the effort it took not to just fall onto his knees and sob right now. While Yoongi was still kneeling, he looked up at Kook, his gaze almost insecure even though he tried to mask it.

"If you are okay with it then... I'd like to still keep the right to take your virginity. And if you feel like you’re ready to do this and want me to have you then... you could tell me or send me a message maybe. We could do it here where you’re comfortable or at a hotel where no one knows us or...in private, at my place. In a few weeks or months or...or years. However, you like." He almost spilled his secret and said, ‘or we could do it in our wedding night.’ Because as a Geisha Jungkook would be allowed to receive and accept wedding proposals now and Yoongi was planning on proposing to him officially. Though he wasn't sure if Jungkook wanted him to or if he rather preferred working as a Geisha now and get the recognition he had worked to get for so long. It would have been easier to just ask him before all of this but... to be honest he had been too scared because he had absolutely no idea how the younger would react. Even if he really said yes he couldn’t be sure if his reaction would be honest or something he thought he needed to do. Maybe he could talk about this tonight and tell Jungkook that he didn’t need to decide right away, that he could think about it as long as he wanted, and the proposal would be valid for the whole year so Jungkook would know that he had options to choose from. He didn't want the younger to marry him just because he thought this would be the only way for him to be free from the tea house; he didn't just want to be Jungkook's ‘savior’. In his heart he hoped that Jungkook would choose him because he loved him and the thought of spending his time with him made him happier than anything else.

“Y-yoongi,” His name was the only thing that fell from Jungkook’s lips, before he let himself fall into his arms, hoping that Yoongi would catch him and not let him fall. He was shaking for real now, tears breaking through and Jungkook muffled his cries on Yoongi’s shoulders. “D-don’t leave me, please.” He could feel how Yoongi was moving, but Jungkook just held onto him tightly until he realized the other was trying to sit down with him on the cushioned floor. Jungkook was quietly sobbing, wiping over his eyes with the long sleeves and waddling after Yoongi and into his embrace again to stay there.

He just wanted to stay with him forever.

"Shh sht, don't cry, beautiful. I'm here with you. You don’t have to be afraid. Of anything. Your mizuage is over. You did it. You pushed through and now you can be a geisha. No one will be allowed to touch you again, not against your will.” He held the boy close, who was still shaking although it slowly ebbed away. He kissed the younger’s forehead, caressed over his back and stroked his hair until Jungkook had calmed enough to close his eyes in peace. “You can sleep if you want to. Or we can talk. Whatever it is you need. I will stay with you until the morning just as long as I’m allowed to.”

Jungkook sniffled quietly, letting Yoongi pull him in further, cuddling up to him. This was a dream; the younger was sure of it and maybe he had only imagined this. When Yoongi kissed him on top of his hair again, the young geisha blinked up at him, reaching out to caress over his cheeks to feel if the other was really there with him. Yoongi’s heartbeat was steady against his palm as he moved it further down to let it rest there. As if he needed the proof that he was real and right here with him.

“I don’t want to be a geisha,” Jungkook mumbled quietly, averting his gaze when the truth spilled from him so easily.

It was a shock to hear Jungkook say that as the younger had always looked so happy around Jimin. Though maybe it had more to do with Jimin and being able to dance than everything else that he had to do for the tea house. This night and all the fear and anxiety he’s had to experience were probably the final straw. Yoongi kissed his cheek as gently as he could muster and then whispered to him, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Because I’ve got a proposition to make…”

…

Jimin had pulled his knees in, sitting in one corner of the room. He was shaking, the tile floor was cold, and the laundry room wasn’t heated in any way. His teeth were clattering, while he tried to embrace himself, so he could keep warm. The tears had dried on his cheeks; eyes still wide in fear of not knowing what would happen. Jimin was trying to put the puzzle pieces together of Hoseok knowing about Namjoon. How did he find out? Did someone see them together? Jimin gulped heavily, not sure if another geisha would have sold him out like this or if Hoseok simply kept an even closer eye on him than he had thought.

Reaching into his pocket, Jimin got out the broken parts of the chopsticks that Namjoon had given him. He hadn’t even gotten to use them, yet and only once did he use them as an accessory in his belt, moving around in his room, looking at himself over and over again in the mirror to admire the simple beauty of it. He had done it when Jungkook hadn’t been there. Just all by himself, thinking about Namjoon and how it would be like to go out and eat with him. Maybe in a fancy restaurant? He would have been so proud to show them off, probably shoving it into anyone’s face to make sure they knew they were a present, that it was something that was his now. Entirely his own. And no one else was allowed to use it...maybe Namjoon, but only if Jimin would feed him little pieces of food with it. It had been so perfect in his dream. And now it had been broken in half, mocking the way his heart had been torn apart when he was pulled away from Namjoon.

Jimin hiccupped quietly, wiping away a few of the tears that were falling. He couldn’t let Hoseok win like this. And Jimin needed to find Namjoon, tell him that he loved him and then run and get Jungkook. “Oh god,” Jimin whined helplessly, his heart aching painfully at the thought of Jungkook right now - but he got up, nonetheless. With tears in his eyes and rage burning in his heart, Jimin took a look around. He knew this place inside out. He needed to find a way out. He just had to. A light breeze let Jimin shiver, rubbing up and down his arms, before he snapped around and his eyes focused on the tilted window.

…

Hoseok was tapping his fingers on his desk, brows deeply furrowed as he stared at the clock ticking opposite of him at the wall. This was supposed to be a successful night for him, with lots of money, a new geisha and new investors – and instead Jimin got him in trouble. He should have known that boy was causing him too much damage in the end. But what was he supposed to do?

Hoseok had a good heart and he tried, really tried, to keep Jimin under control. And although he knew Jimin was practically bound to his establishment (no one wanted to pay his debt anyways and then again Jimin would need someone to propose to him, which again: costs money), so he shouldn’t worry. But he did. Locking in the young man probably has been a heated decision in that moment, but he needed the time to think. To make sure that he had a clear mind to decide what he would do with Jimin. Right now, he was losing more than he was gaining. Jimin was a thorn he needed to get rid of. Biting his lip in thought, Hoseok tapped the pen on the desk in a nervous habit. Maybe he could transfer Jimin to another house? Somewhere else…just until he had a clear mind. A smile appeared on his lips. He could easily tell the younger that he would lessen his debt if he’d do it.

…

Instead of sneaking into the backstage area like he had done before Namjoon chose the direct route. He walked past the girl at the entry area, greeting her with a nod and hoping that the security guards hadn’t told her that he wasn’t allowed into the tea house any longer. However, she just smiled back so apparently no one knew. Except for the guards, Hoseok and him.

He hurried down the hallway, almost running now, determined to get to Hoseok’s office before the guards could see him or Hoseok could sent for them again. He needed to talk to the other and hopefully this time he would be allowed to say what he was offering.

He was running down the hallway and out into the garden, taking the route he knew would lead into the part that was the private house, where usually no one was allowed in. Namjoon was on edge, his eyes flickering across the hallway, trying to figure out where he needed to go. There were no signs, nothing that lead him up to the office. Hoseok probably only let someone in with an invitation – so Namjoon was pretty much lost. The desperation made him just go for the first door he found and opened it in a rush.

There was some squealing as two or three geishas where flinching away from the intruder, trying to hide their faces as they didn’t wear any makeup (though they all wore clothes, luckily) Namjoon bowed deeply in apology. “I’m sorry to interrupt you like that I’m just desperate because… could one of me maybe tell me where I find Hoseok’s office? I promise you I won’t tell him how I found it or that I’ve seen you without makeup.” He knew from Jimin how sensitive the boys were about that. “I just really need to talk to him about something. It’s…it’s for a marriage proposal.”

The geisha’s gasped, some of them giggling quietly as they all motioned into the same direction, wondering who that handsome man was, when he had already turned around again and left their sight.

Key in his hand, Hoseok busted open the door, still a little too agitated to handle it with care. Nonetheless he didn’t make it very far, when he bumped right into Namjoon again.

“I see you’re adamant on pissing me off tonight.”

“Wait! Don’t call the guards!” Namjoon held up his hands in surrender, backing off right away. He had been so busy finding out where the office was that he almost literally ran right into Hoseok. “I really want to talk to you. And not the sappy ‘Don’t be mean to Jimin’ stuff you’re probably expecting. I have a business proposition for you. An honest offer of Money in exchange for goods. So... are you interested?”

Hoseok halted in his movements, fingers already lifted mid-air wanting to call for the guards but the moment Namjoon talked about money he turned towards him.

“Business proposition?” He cocked up an eyebrow in interest, wondering what Namjoon was talking about when he spoke about ‘goods’ and took a step back into his office to make enough room for him to walk in. Hoseok walked around his office desk to sit down and motioned for Namjoon to do the same in front of him. “Then leave out the sappy talk and talk business, Mr. Kim. I only need to push one button and you’re out of here in no time accompanied by my handsome guards - again.”

“I know. But there’s no need for that.” He had two options now. The first one was swallowing down his disgust and anger and pretend he was here to play by the rules and pay whatever it would take to get Jimin to come home with him - or he could threaten him with what he had learned about Hoseok and Jimin. The only thing with option number two was - he had nothing to threaten him with. He had talked with a lawyer and that man had told him that no matter how awful and horrible this was they could do nothing against it. Because they didn’t have proof. So, unless Namjoon wanted Jimin to experience abuse again and film it then it would be Hoseok’s word against Jimin’s. And Hoseok could easily make it look like some greedy boy accusing him wrongly of something he hadn’t done because he knew he would never get out of his contract. That and Hoseok had enough money to pay his way out of this. So, no matter how nauseous it made him and how much he wanted to throw punches and Hoseok's face he was better off with option number one.

“I am considering making a marriage proposal. But as I would be held accountable for Jimin’s debt I would like to see the numbers first. I’ve heard how much he owes you and I’m sure that even though he is pretty you can’t afford having someone in your establishment who only costs you money without any chance of paying it back to you. Surely you are a smart man so I guess having an opportunity to get rid of him must sound very promising to you.” He was surprised at himself how confidently he was able to smile at Hoseok

Hoseok couldn’t help but let a laugh slip from him when Namjoon was talking about proposing to Jimin. But there was something else, a nervousness that seemed to rush into his very being so quickly that it hit him full force. Jimin was his gem, the one who brought the most customers in and he had never wanted to give him over. He was his, goddammit. And yet, there was nothing more he loved but money. And Jimin was acting up. He was a brat. More than usual. He had lost so much over the past weeks solely because of him not performing. And he was getting tired. Trying to calm himself, Hoseok took a deep breath. He would never let Jimin go without getting something from it.

“You want to pay his debt, am I getting this right, Mr. Kim?” Hoseok leaned forward in his chair, staring down Namjoon with an intense gaze, “Jimin is a beautiful boy, right? He causes a lot of trouble, but indeed…is very pretty. I do have to admit so myself.”

He sighed deeply, shaking his head as if he was disappointed in something. Leaning back again, Hoseok took his notebook to open it at a random, blank page, writing down the number one needed to pay for Jimin. Placing the pen inside so the page wouldn’t get lost, he closed it, pushing it over to Namjoon. He knew it would be illegal to keep anyone from trying to propose to Jimin, or to keep them from paying. So, he had to at least give Namjoon the opportunity to try. Hoseok didn’t want to deal with legal authorities – but he always knew a way around the law.

“You see this is just his personal debt and as it is so high, I can only allow you to marry him when it’s settled. It would only cause unnecessary trouble if the business wouldn’t be handled beforehand. Therefore, you should be really sure, Mr. Kim. Many have asked for his hand before,” Hoseok spoke with a low voice, making sure Namjoon understood what he said, “If he accepts, there is of course the costs for the marriage papers…and everything else that will be up to you then.”

Namjoon nodded courtly and then took the notebook, opening it at the prepared page. His eyes widened at the number. He knew it would be high from how Jimin had always talked about his debt. But this was... this was impossible.

He swallowed harshly and then lifted his eyes. “This is quite a high number.” Before Hoseok could smile in victory and tell him that he had thought so Namjoon added, “Would you mind explaining to me how he managed to get almost double the amount a boy at his age should have? Of course, I am not accusing you of tricking me - I just want to make sure that I’m not accidentally proposing to someone who is wasteful and lavishing money without thought.” Of course, he had informed himself before what a geisha at Jimin’s age might costs. But this was pretty far from that number.

“A normal boy his age didn’t start his training when he was only a first-grader. We provided his education, Mr. Kim. We had to hire a private teacher. Do you know how much those cost?” Hoseok explained calmly, leaning back in his chair with a smile on his lips. “I can of course show you every living expense of Jimin’s life as it’s all written down in my accountings. Well and lately, Jimin hasn’t been doing good if I dare to say that. You might have heard about his fall and unfortunately his medical condition kept him from performing or working in the tearoom. If he doesn’t perform, he loses money.” With a confused expression, as if he still didn’t understand it himself he added, “Oh and I can’t forget about Jimin’s generous heart as he begged me to rather put on his debt, than taking off Jeon Jungkook’s. It is his fault, entirely Jimin’s own fault, that he’s so deep.”

“Stupid boy...” Namjoon sighed deeply. Of course, Jimin would do something like that, sacrificing himself for Jungkook’s sake. No wonder Kookie seemed so carefree and child-like as Jimin had shielded him from everything that could pressure him or make him feel the confinement that was the teahouse. “Alright.” His stomach flipped at the thought of having to ask for that amount of money from his bank. It could ruin him. And the company if he wasn’t careful. “So how long do I have to get the payment ready? I don’t have that kind of wealth lying around so I need to talk to my bank first. How would you prefer this, in cash or via bank transfer?” It was worth it, seeing the surprise on Hoseok’s face even though he knew he had to talk to Yoongi first. This wasn’t solely about him if he had to take money from the company for this.

Surprise was written all over Hoseok’s face when Namjoon still seemed to want Jimin. He gulped heavily, nodding slowly while the other was still talking. “I prefer cash.” Hoseok stated confidently, “You can pay whenever you have the money, Mr. Kim. I just have to inform you that it just won’t get less money the longer you wait. But if you really want to go through with this…I will need you to sign something for me.” Hoseok opened a drawer, roaming around to find the right papers while he kept on explaining, “It wouldn’t be legally allowed to make you pay first and then only be able to ask for Jimin’s hand. So, please sign this right here, which gives you the right to ask for Jimin’s hand but won’t allow you to go through with the whole legal process until the money is in my hands and I signed the marriage proposal papers.” Hoseok’s smile grew brighter, “Who knows if Jimin even wants to leave.”

“Of course.” Namjoon got up, feeling lightheaded and surreal while he got out his pen and signed his name under the form that allowed him to ask for Jimin’s hand. His bank could still refuse. Yoongi could say no. Or worse Jimin could say no. But he wouldn’t, right? Not if it meant staying with Hoseok and being at a constant risk of the other’s abuse. He tried to suppress a little thought that was threatening to paint his hopes all black. Jungkook. Jimin loved the boy. He said he wouldn’t leave. So, what if he didn’t want to marry him even though Jungkook was a geisha now?

“Thank you,” Hoseok’s words interrupted Namjoon’s storm of thoughts and signed the papers as well. When Namjoon still wasn’t leaving right away, Hoseok raised one eyebrow, “What are you waiting for then? Don’t you have a bank to go to? Or a boy to-“ Hoseok stopped mid-sentence when he realized his own mistake. Laughing, Hoseok waved Namjoon off as if he had been the one talking nonsense and not himself. He got up from his chair, motioning for Namjoon to follow him outside of his office. “I bet you want to talk to Jimin right away and I can’t deny your request now as the prospect of our deal. You will find Jimin in the laundry room.” He pushed a key into Namjoon’s palm, “You’ll need this. He sometimes locks himself in there…it calms him, he says…when he’s stressed.” Hoseok nodded determinate, before adding in a serious tone, “Our establishment closes in an hour.”

“The laundry room.” His voice was flat as he took the key, but his hand was shaking as he balled it to a fist, the key digging painfully into it. Jimin locked himself in to destress. Of course. Totally believable. He gave Hoseok a last tight lipped smile and a bow that was a little too quick before turning and running off into the direction of the laundry room. Maybe Hoseok had hoped he would get lost and not find him before the hour was up but thanks to Taehyung and their last walk in the park he knew exactly where to go to. When Namjoon opened the door that he knew Jimin was behind he was tense, expecting the other to maybe lash out at him because he thought it was Hobi who was coming to get him. Instead he was greeted with an empty room or almost empty.

There was a pretty backside stuck half in a window, wiggling heavily in an attempt to push through the small space.

“Jimin? Do you need help?” The wiggling stopped immediately and then Jimin pushed backwards until he plopped out of the window, losing his footing as he crashed down ungracefully and landing securely in Namjoon’s arms who caught him safely.

“Joon?” Jimin wrapped his arms around the other in an instant, his cold body pressed against the warmth that Namjoon was providing. “Namjoon! Oh god, I am so sorry. They kicked you out and I couldn’t, I’m so sorry,” Jimin was mumbling into his neck, tears flowing down his cheeks while he was trying to take deep breaths in-between. “H-how did you get in? Hoseok c-can’t see you.” Leaning back, the younger cupped Namjoon’s cheeks softly, gazing into his eyes, “I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“it’s fine, I’m fine, Jimin. Don’t worry. Actually... I talked to Hoseok before. He knows I’m here. He gave me the key.” Namjoon opened his palm to show that he was telling the truth.

Jimin froze, his whole body on alert mode when Namjoon mentioned talking to Hoseok so nonchalantly. “W-what,” It was only a whisper, his eyes fixated on the key in Namjoon’s hands, “Why do you have the key, Namjoon?” He looked up at the taller man, fear written all over his face.

Namjoon didn’t notice what that knowledge did to Jimin how the trust in his eyes slowly turned into something more fearful. He was biting his lip, eyes cast down while he tried to gather the courage to tell Jimin that he had just asked Hoseok if he could marry Jimin without talking to the geisha first. “I... I have to tell you something. And... please don’t freak out. Just... just trust me okay? I would never do something against your will.”

There was a whimper escaping Jimin involuntarily and even though the door stood wide open right now, he felt locked in again. He didn’t understand what Namjoon was talking about, why Hoseok was suddenly involved in this when he had kicked out the other only hours before. “I…I…” Jimin stammered, feeling utterly lost, searching for Namjoon’s eyes. “I tr-trust you.”

“Good, that’s... that’s good.” He took Jimin’s face in his hand, caressing over the younger’s soft cheeks. He could still feel the tear tracks on his skin where they had left salt behind. “Minnie, I know you’re not happy here. How could you with… with everything that happened. And I know we have only meet a few months ago and we... we barely know each other. But I can’t watch you suffocate in here while smiling for Jungkook and... so I ... I asked Hoseok if he would let me marry you. And he showed me your debt. And told me that you took part of Jungkook’s onto your own shoulders. You know that was stupid, right? Protecting Jungkook at the cost of your own life?” He couldn’t stop talking, too afraid of Jimin’s answer if only he gave him time to process what he had just told him. “Of course I have to talk to Yoongi about this because of the company and also the bank but if you are okay with this we could do this quickly and then you would be out of here and I’m sure Jungkook will be fine now that he’s a geisha and Yoongi would look after him as well I guess and Hoseok never hurt him before, right so why should he start now so I hope you can consider my offer…”

Jimin paled visibly the more Namjoon was talking. Without him even noticing at first, his legs began to tremble, then his lips that he tried to press tightly onto one another, but it was no use. His heart was swelling and breaking in a matter of seconds, when Namjoon talked about marrying him and then about Yoongi, who he needed to confine in first. And then he simply gave in, letting the tears cast down his cheeks, leaving him wondering how there were still tears left.

“M-marry you?” Jimin gasped and he swore his heart stopped for a second. “How can you tell me I am stupid when my life had finally a purpose when I met Jungkook,” Jimin hit Namjoon on his chest lightly, to somehow get rid of the desperation, “I’d be dead without him! He was the only reason I kept going, that I endured it all…the one who made me open up my heart to you.” He hit Namjoon one last time, before letting himself fall into his safe embrace. “Don’t call me stupid for giving up so much of my own, when you would do the same.” His hands were placed against Namjoon’s chest and the geisha could feel the fast pace in which his heart was beating. “D-do you love me, Namjoon?”

It wasn’t the reaction he had hoped for - but sadly more along the lines of what he had expected then the ‘happy ending’ his heart was wishing for. He sighed deeply. “Yes, I do Jimin. I wouldn’t ask you to marry me otherwise. It might look like a hasty decision to you but...“ He kissed Jimin on the cheek, chaste and sweet. “Maybe you’re right. I’m sorry I talked to Hoseok without asking you first. I just... felt so helpless and angry seeing you with him, the way he treated you like you’re just a doll he can throw around. I’m sorry.” His heart ached but he tried to keep it together for now. He could let go when he was home, when no one would see him.

So Hoseok would win after all. Even though he had tried his best Jimin would stay. Hoseok would always find a way to make him stay.

“Namjoon,” Jimin held onto the other tightly, shaking his head, “N-no, I love this, I love you…I want you. More than anything else in this world.” Cupping Namjoon’s cheeks, Jimin made him look at him again, “You’re my prince, just like you said. I wished for this. So many times, I dreamed of you and I, how it would feel like if we would go out, if we were together.” Jimin smiled, kissing Namjoon sweetly, before whispering against his lips, “I love you and I want to marry you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened “You… you do? You’ll come with me?” He intertwined their fingers, pulling Jimin towards the door. “Let’s go then, maybe I can persuade Hoseok to let you go tonight and... oh.” He stopped short. The mizuage. For a moment he had actually forgot, too dizzy with joy because Jimin had said yes.

They would marry. Marry!

Jimin nodded softly, but still he was hesitant to go. “I can’t. Not now,” He choked on his words, trying not to cry again while he held on tightly to Namjoon’s hand. “You haven’t paid, yet, right? And…I…I.” Jimin took a deep breath. “Please wait for me,” Jimin gazed into his eyes deeply, as his voice began to shake because saying this didn’t just hurt Namjoon, but himself, making him fear that what he would say would make him change his mind. “I can’t leave without Jungkook. I just can’t. He needs me. You know how soft his heart is…and I promised him to be there for him and make sure that he will get out of here. I told him that you will help him when he paid everything off. He’s so close and I’m scared…that when I’m not around…” Jimin broke off, “You’d do anything for Yoongi, too right? Jungkook doesn’t belong here, just as much as I don’t. I know this will only make my debt higher and you have to pay even more. I will pay you back! All of it!” Jimin hastily added, suddenly scared that Namjoon would hate him for this even more now.

“I want to marry you. More than you can imagine,” Jimin let his hand soothe over Namjoon’s chest, adding in a whisper, “He won’t hurt me anymore. I’m held back for you now, therefore no one else is allowed to propose or do anything else as it’s against the contract until you either pay or let go off the contract again. But he can hurt others. I will be fine…a-and you have time t-to talk to Y-Yoongi and your bank…like you said.” Jimin tried a smile, trying to cover up the fear of losing Namjoon, “Will you wait for me?”

Namjoon swallowed harshly. “You know that no one can say when Jungkook will get out of here. It could be a month or six or one year, two, five if Hoseok wants to make it difficult. All he has to do is keep Jungkook from dancing, let him clean the teahouse instead of serving tea and maybe change a few numbers in his book. He can keep him from leaving. Just like he is keeping you.” Sadly, he looked down at their hands, stroking the back of Jimin's hand with his thumb before letting go. “But I’ll wait. Of course, I’ll wait. What else can I do? I just hope that you are right and Hoseok cares for those rules even though he is dismissing all the others.” He didn’t know what he would do if Hoseok would start to abuse Jimin again and couldn’t get him out because Jimin would rather take it than leave Jungkook alone.

Jimin’s bottom lip began to tremble as he listened to Namjoon’s talk. He knew all of this. “I-I understand if you don’t want to wait, I do…I really do,” Jimin whimpered quietly when Namjoon let go off his hand, stumbling a little helplessly. “Jungkook is the only reason I made it this far…I can’t go without him,” He took a step closer to Namjoon, before hesitating, “And you’re the only reason I keep trying for him and for us. You make me feel loved.” Jimin angrily wiped over his cheek, laughing at himself humorlessly, feeling a little pathetic for saying it even though it was true. “Please don’t leave me here alone.” He wanted Namjoon to stay now, to be the one to wait for him and to be with him forever. But he was scared that it was just too much to ask, that maybe he was a little too much to handle and not worth to wait for.

“I can’t stay. When I left his office Hoseok told me that I need to be gone in an hour. I guess he knew that I would leave alone. But I’ll come back for you. As a paying customer. Like always. We can keep it that way until you decide you want to go with me. And we don’t have to talk about this again. We don’t even have to tell Jungkook if you don’t want to. You can concentrate on him. I guess he’ll need you tomorrow morning.” He bowed a little to Jimin, polite and a little distant because kissing him good night would break his heart right now.

He needed a while, just a little bit of time to breathe and get over it. It was strange that even if you had known something would happen before it still hurt when you had been true. However, he understood. Jungkook was like family to Jimin. And that was something he couldn’t compete with.

…

Hoseok leaned against the wall, out of sight for them to see but close enough for him to observe the interactions. There was anger boiling inside of him, something like disgust and something else he couldn’t decipher.

“What are you doing there?” A familiar voice behind him made Hoseok startle and he quickly pulled Jin behind him. “That guy just proposed to Jimin.”

“What? And you let him?”

Hoseok simply shrugged his shoulders and then nodded towards the geisha, “Jimin will stay for as long as Jungkook is here and even if he goes back to working now, he won’t be able to pay off enough of his debt to make it easier for that poor excuse of a gentleman. Indeed…” A smirk appeared and he turned around to Jin patting his shoulder, before whispering, “I don’t mind making a bit more money out of this for as long as I can. If he wants to go…I want my fair share. Didn’t you say someone lost his robe?”

“I never lose anything I-,” Jin raised his eyebrow when he got what Hoseok was hinting at and his surprised expression turned into a mischievous one.

“Oh…”

A/N: Only one chapter left! Do you think they will make it in time? Ufff this chapter hurt my heart ;; Will Namjoon be able to get the money? What about Yoonkook? Will they be out? Or will Jungkook stay in the end? Thank you for reading!!! Don’t forget to send us a message with your thoughts down below! We love hearing about them and yes, lmao we love making you all hate Hoseok our lovely sunshine ;)

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Caim | Pt. 2

• Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x Namjoon • Genre: Fluff/ a bit of angst | Witch!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 16,6k | written with @cassiavioletblue • Disclaimer: black magic, cursed induced dark thoughts & anxiety, mentioning of death, smut content

↳ Caim (scottish, n.) - an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times or just a story about how Namjoon stumbled in the middle of Yoongi’s spell.

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Namjoon always thought that he lived a pretty simple life. An ordinary, boring, normal life. There was nothing much about him. He was a simple man, doing his job, pretending to be just as functioning in the real life, rather staying home alone than anything else. Sometimes he had whined about wanting an adventure, wanting something exciting. And meeting Yoongi was his little adventure.

Only now it turned into something different.

Painfully different.

The spasm that shook his body slowly ebbed down, leaving him to be a quivering mess. His eyes staring up at the ceiling wide open. And if it wasn’t for the little painful gasps coming from him one could think he was dead. But he wasn’t. And he could feel that. Way too much. His whole body was on fire.

“Take off your clothes!” When Namjoon didn’t react Yoongi yelled at him again. “Take off your clothes now!” He ran back to his shelves in a hurry gripping anything that he could reach and that was potentially purifying; sage, some rose water, clear crystal and more salt. He put everything in an empty bowl and ran back to Namjoon who was still on the floor with his shirt only halfway off his body. The witch kneeled down in front of him, ripping the cloth clean off him. “I’m sorry, but this has to be.” Namjoon felt like he had lost complete control over his own body. Everything just hurt and then Yoongi was screaming at him. “Wh-what,” His words were slurred, the pain making it worse for him to concentrate as everything felt like he wasn’t experiencing it, but it was just a shell of him. Namjoon did what Yoongi ask of him nonetheless, at least his pants now that his shirt was ripped. He didn’t care anyways. The pain was way too much, and he felt helpless, like a puppet on strings.

Luckily Namjoon let him do as he pleased and soon enough he found where the curse had entered Namjoon’s body. It had burned Namjoon’s right palm and there was already a black streak going up his wrist. Yoongi was both relieved and horrified at that sight, because it made him sick to his stomach to see Namjoon like this, so vulnerable and hurt while on the other hand they had both been lucky. If the curse had entered Namjoon through his chest he would have been dead within a minute. This way Yoongi had at least some time. Until the streak would reach Namjoons heart and kill him, just like blood poisoning would. He desperately turned Namjoons arm around and piled everything from the bowl on top of it, the salt mixed with the rosewater had become a paste that he covered the streak and burns with and the crystal and everything else came on top. The streak didn’t grow further - but it also didn’t fade. Which meant that the curse was very much intact and very much lethal. Yoongi sighed, curling up and hiding his face in his arm, while still pressing his hands on Namjoons mark as if it would make a difference if he just kept trying. “I’m sorry, Namjoon! Shit, I’m so sorry!”

Namjoon looked at Yoongi in a mixture of shock and confusion, the pain only a dull feeling in the background right now. “Wh-at happened? Are you okay, Yoongi?” He asked him with a shaky voice and turned to look where Yoongi was pressing his hand achingly onto his wrist. “What is it? What…whats…” Rubbing his temples at the side of his head, Namjoon groaned – only then he opened his eyes and pulled his hand away from Yoongi. There was an ugly burn on his palm, black streaks growing underneath his skin and up his wrist. His heart was beating fast, too fast sending him straight into a panic attack. “N-no-no, what is that?” Namjoon screamed out in panic, “Why were you? What happened? Tell me what happened now!! Who are you!”

Yoongi laughed with teary eyes as Namjoon asked him if he was okay. He had majorly fucked up and just attacked Namjoon, a nice and innocent bystander, someone he actually liked, with a blood curse far too deadly to put it on one single person. And Namjoon, half naked and cursed and in pain asked him if he was okay! Then the shock seemed to wear off though and the other realized that something bad had happened to him. Yoongi could understand all too well that Namjoon was freaking out but he needed to calm him back down before this would go even more south.

“I’ll explain! I promise I’ll explain just.. let’s get you dressed again and then I’ll go make some tea and we can sit down and… and…” His voice broke but he forced himself through it, “…then I’ll explain. Everything.”

Namjoon was breathing heavily, shaking his head as he got up and dressed. “I don’t need tea. I need you to get rid of…” A sudden flood of pain made him fall onto his knees, holding onto his wrist desperately. His hands were shaking but then he saw it. How the streaks were growing, running up his lower arm slowly, forcing their way through his veins and tinting it black. “Make it…make it stop,” Namjoon’s voice sounded out of breath. “Calm down, you need to calm down, please!” The curse would be growing anyways but the more distressed Namjoon became and the worse he felt the easier it would be for the darkness to eat him up. Yoongi took Namjoon’s head in his hold, gentle turning him towards him. “Look at me. I am so, so very sorry but I can’t make it stop now. I can make it stop hurting. With tea. So, will you please follow me back to the kitchen area? I’ll explain and you will be able to stand again and just... just don’t look at it now. It won’t kill you now. Just... don’t freak out. Please.”

Namjoon only hesitantly followed Yoongi, not sure if he could trust him anymore right now. Whoever it had been in front of him, who pushed him up the wall so forcefully and without even touching him wasn’t his sweet Yoongi, the one he wanted to talk to all night. A shiver ran down his spine. But thinking about it wouldn’t help him much either and he desperately needed something to ease the pain. In the kitchen area, Namjoon sat down onto a chair right away. His knees would have given out on him.

Yoongi turned his back to Namjoon while he prepared the tea and he was thankful that it gave him some time to collect himself and think about what he was about to say. His fingers were shaking. Inside, he was freaking out just as much as Namjoon was. The only difference was that he couldn’t afford to. Not only was he about to out himself as a witch (this alone would be worth having a breakdown over as it was a violation of the rules and if the Guards of Magic would find out it was reason enough to take his powers from him) but he also more or less had to tell the other that he accidentally cursed him and that if he didn’t find a solution to that ‘problem’ it would result in a very slow, very painful death.

Namjoon hated the silence. He was letting a finger soothe over the now black skin, eyeing the burn warily. There were one too many questions and no answer to any of them. Was he a demon? Was that even possible? There were no such things right? Or were they? “Yoongi,” His voice was quiet, “Please, just tell me what happened now.” He shivered, feeling all too cold, while he was sitting there with his ripped shirt and painfully aching wound. Yoongi turned, placing the cups in front of Namjoon, his face carefully crafted into a mask of control. “The short version is, I was in midst of a spell when you came in and fucked up my concentration, so the magic hit you instead of its real aim.” He flinched a little at how accusing this sounded. “Now I have to find a cure before it kills you.” Yoongi took his tea, not caring that the cup was hot enough to burn his fingers. At least it gave him something to hold onto. “Any more questions?”

Namjoon paled visibly, closing his eyes for a second to help him understand what Yoongi had just told him. “Wait…what? A spell? I’m…I’m going to die?” He raked a hand through his hair desperately, then his eyes widened once more, looking at Yoongi in a fear of mixture and disbelief, “Who…who were you trying to kill? Me? Yoongi! What…what are you?” He jumped up from his chair, his heart beating fast against its cage, ready to jump out any second. But not because of joy, but because of fear.

Yoongi tried to stay calm and appear absolutely unassailable for Namjoon to believe in him - and hopefully not attack him with a kitchen knife or something like fire. He wasn’t really trying to find out if he would be quick enough to protect himself with magic despite his shaken state. “No, you won’t die. I will find a cure. You will be fine. After I’ve healed you I promise you that you can get as much healing cream or anti headache herbs as you like. For free. I wasn’t trying to kill anyone. This…” He hesitated, “It’s complicated. It was an order placed from a customer I know. It wasn’t finished and wasn’t supposed to be used for one person. You just got... bad luck. Again, I guess.” He took another sip from his tea, trying to put it as harmless as possible. “I’m Yoongi, who lives here with his cat. And I also happen to be a witch.”

It was just all too much for Namjoon. He stumbled back until he hit the wall and slid down, burying his face in his palms. “J-just bad luck,” Namjoon mumbled, “A witch…a witch?” He could feel the headache throbbing behind his eyes and he leaned his head back for a while, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down. “You’re not a bad witch, are you?” Namjoon spoke up after a while, looking up at Yoongi through tear-filled eyes. He hadn’t touched his tea, yet. Too scared. Too frightened.

Yoongi got up and carefully walked closer to Namjoon, holding his hands up in defense so the other wouldn’t be scared. “No, I am not a bad witch.” Right now, wasn’t the time or place to tell him that he was neither a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ one but mingling with both sides. “You don’t have to fear me. If I hadn’t... if this hadn’t happened… I would have never hurt you. Nor did I have any intentions to do so. It just went horribly, horribly wrong and I understand that you are scared and hurting but please don’t run off. You need to trust me when I say that without me you won’t get out of this alive. And I will do anything it takes to make sure you can one day look back and laugh about this, hm?” He carefully, very gently placed a hand on Namjoon’s arm.

“Won’t get out of this alive,” Namjoon repeated and chuckled low, rubbing over his eyes to get rid of the tears and leaving them all red. “So, I can’t go home…,” He looked up at the witch, “Are you sure you can reverse it? Is there a way you know of? How much time do we have? I…I…don’t want to die, Yoongi.” He reached out for him, holding onto his hands tightly and pulling Yoongi a bit closer with it. “It feels like I’m on fire.”

It pierced through his heart to see Namjoon so broken. What had he done? Or rather what the hell was he doing now? There was no way he could promise the other that he would get out of this unharmed. Even if he tried everything in his power - it might still be not enough. “No, you shouldn't go home alone. I can take better care of you here. I can make sure the pain won’t get too strong or unbearable. If… if the curse behaves unusual or something changes I can act on it right away. Also, I will take you with me to some of my colleagues for them to have a look at you. And one of them will have the answer. Or at least lead us to it. I’m certain of it.” He wasn’t. But he needed Namjoon to hope. Because hope could be even more potent than a spell. He wished Hobi was here to help him through this.

“Okay,” It was the only thing Namjoon managed to say right now. His head was throbbing from the pain and he only warily drank the first sip of tea when Yoongi offered it him once more. It was quiet. Very quiet between them. Because Namjoon had to process everything that just happened.

Yoongi is a witch.

He cursed him.

Not on purpose. Just bad luck.

“Can you...can you give me a minute?” Namjoon could barely look at Yoongi right now. He needed a moment to calm himself, to get the pieces together and figure something out. There was hope. Yoongi said he would help him and there were people, friends...probably witches, who knew more about it. His heart pace picked up and Namjoon smiled warily at Yoongi, “Please?” When Yoongi finally gave in to his plead, Namjoon let out the breath he was holding.

On the other side of the shop, Hobi was just hopping back up the stairs but the second he stepped into the shop he stopped, sniffing the air. Hobi jumped aside right away, hiding behind a few piled up books, puffing out his fur in a defense mode. Only when he saw Yoongi walking out of the backroom, visibly distressed but unharmed did he come out and ran over to him right away. “What’s wrong? Something happened, right? Yoongi are you okay? I told you to concentrate!” Hobi sniffed the air once more, because from here he could smell something else. Something dark. And something sweet mixed with a dark musk. How Namjoon always smelled to him. “Oh no,” He meowed, looking at Yoongi, “Tell me he isn’t here, and he has nothing to do with the heavy smell of dark magic around?”

Yoongi kneeled down immediately and just wordlessly hugged the cat to his chest. “I fucked up, Hobi.” His voice was choked with tears. He had tried to keep it together for Namjoon but at the sight of his familiar his walls started to crumble. “I was in midst of the spell and then Namjoon came in because I forgot to close the door and it... it ended up on him. Hobi, I’m scared he’s going to die! Because of me! He’s the first human in a long time that I liked enough to get involved with him and... and for liking me back I might have given him a painful and horrible death in return. I’m a mess, Hobi! I shouldn’t… shouldn’t even be allowed to do magic anymore if I can’t even keep it from spilling where it’s not supposed to be!” He cried silently; his face buried in Hoseok’s fluffy fur.

The cat put up his paws against the humans chest to look at his owner thoroughly, “Y-you cursed him? Oh no, Yoongi.” Nuzzling his soft little nose in Yoongi’s neck, then rubbed his face against his cheek to try and soothe him. He licked him softly, carefully until Yoongi’s cries ebbed down a little. “You won’t let him die,” He meowed hopeful, “You are the best damn witch around. He will be okay. Do you know which spell it was? And the effects? How does it show on Namjoon? Can I see him?” Hobi was giving Yoongi a few more soft kisses with his nose, “We’ll find something.”

“The spell was only half finished so it’s basically… nothing I can work with. It’s like… trying to make a cake and accidentally throwing everything together without measuring properly. You can’t separate it or put it back into the containers you can... just put it in the oven and see what will happen. And then try to figure out what you created. It was supposed to curse someone that hurt a friend of mine - and his kin, if he didn’t change his way of living. So, the effects would have been bad luck, bad karma, he would have been accident prone and be the one to get into uncomfortable situations, get the cold whenever it was going around, break his new phone, stuff like that. But I was scared when Namjoon came in and I hadn’t properly bound the energy, so it lashed out at him, trying to eliminate the threat. It poisoned his blood and as it is way too much for one person it will eat him alive. It will weaken his spirit. He might feel the darkness as it is so concentrated in him now. It might pull the horrors of his childhood to his consciousness or create new nightmares especially for him. It might wake all his darkest urges and deepest fears and make him act on it - or just completely eat his self-control which will turn him into a mess of emotions and desires. Or he might just fall into darkness and despair, loose his mind, lose control over his body. Or simply die from shock and pain. I have no idea what to do, Hoseok. I can brew some purification and cleansing potions that will dampen the negative effects, but this is too strong to just be wiped away by something easy. I used strong black magic so I either need someone who can work really pure white magic - or find someone who knows his way around dark magic more than I do and can nullify my mess. Like some kind of sponge or vampire spell that sucks everything cursed out of his system? I don’t know Hobi, I’m really out of my depth here.”

Hoseok nudged Yoongi’s cheek one last time before looking at him again in earnest, “Don’t leave Namjoon’s side then. He knows you’re a witch now. Probably been a lot for him.” He scrambled off Yoongi’s arms and meowed for him to follow. “You have a few friends, right? As much as I don’t like it…maybe we’ll find something stronger on the black market? Herbs with stronger effects against dark magic. Maybe some protection spell for the rest of his body? So, we slow down the process for as long as we need it?” Hoseok trotted along, his eyes focused as he turned the corner while talking to Yoongi, who was just stumbling after him. Namjoon was still on the floor, an empty tea cup next to him while he was just staring at his wrist, looking up when he heard the familiar tapping of paws on the floor. Hobi stopped and turned to look at Yoongi, “Let me soothe him, while you brew something together and pack the things we need for our little trip. Don’t forget to hide the smell of human on him. I don’t want to stumble into one of the guards of magic just because we smuggled a human. Maybe Jungkook knows something? We just need to be careful…and we have to start now.” The cat meowed once more, carefully walking closer to Namjoon but to his own surprise, the human lifted him up right away and brought him on his chest.

Yoongi opened his mouth to explain to Namjoon that Hoseok was his familiar and wanted to keep him company while he was doing whatever he had to, to make this easier for Namjoon but the other lifted Hobi up as if it was exactly what he needed. Maybe telling him that Hobi was in on this mess wasn’t that great of an idea… he could always spill the tea later. “I’ll leave you alone then.. if you want to sleep you can take my bed or the couch, whatever you feel more comfortable with. I’ll make more…tea.” Better not to tell him that he was brewing spells and potions after Namjoon had barely dared to drink actually tea. “We’ll leave tomorrow morning, as early as we can. If you need to call anyone you can use my phone and if you’re hungry or need anything else I’ll make sure you’re cared for. I promise you; I’ll do my very best to resolve this as quickly as I can. You’ll be fine. And again, I’m really sorry I brought you into this.” Then he quickly turned and left before Namjoon could say anything else that would break his self-control again.

Namjoon’s eyes followed Yoongi as he retreated again, listening to the sounds of him rummaging around in his little kitchen. He was surprised about how sad the witch was looking, how defeated he sounded. He really must be sorry, Namjoon thought to himself and turned to look at Hobi, who had made himself comfortable in his lap.

“I only wanted to ask when his lunch break would be, honestly. How can one person be so unlucky, hm?” Namjoon was talking to himself quietly, caressing over Hobi’s fur softly, “I guess he really didn’t try to hurt me, right? It was just…a mistake.” He looked at his wrist, the black pulsating under his skin – but it didn’t grow further. A soft, wet feel shook him out of his stupor, when he noticed the cat licking him. “Hobi, what am I supposed to do now? Is he good? Can he make this go away? Is he a good witch?” He lifted the cat to look at it more closely, nuzzling his face into his thick fur for a moment, “Did you know he is a witch? Also, what does he mean? His bed? Or couch? But I don’t even know where he lives…I’ve never seen a couch in his shop.” Namjoon was thinking out loud, sighing deeply as he scratched the cat behind his ears, “I guess we make ourselves comfortable here then.”

But Hoseok jumped up.

Leave it to Yoongi to be so out of his mind to not even tell Namjoon that his real apartment was on top of the shop. He hadn’t told Namjoon before because he wanted to keep his privacy but now after Namjoon knew his biggest secret Hobi figured he couldn’t be mad if he showed Namjoon the bedroom. So, he got up ready to walk Namjoon to it, but the human just looked disappointed that Hobi had left his place and continued to curl himself up into a ball. Even he as a cat felt uncomfortable watching and he liked curling up on the floor. With his fluffy tail up in the air Hobi ran back, scratching on Namjoon’s sleeve until the other lifted his arm. “Hey, what are you doing?” Hobi ignored him and kept scratching until Namjoon sat back up. Then he took a few more steps into the direction of the door and turned, meowing for Namjoon to follow.

Namjoon furrowed his brows in confusion, wiping over his eyes with what was left of his sweater paw as he stood up. Was the cat trying to communicate with him?

“Wait…you want me to follow you?” The human stumbled along to see if that was right, that Hoseok understood him and wanted to show him something. To his own surprise, the cat didn’t lead him to the fridge to get more treats or a can of tuna for him but outside the shop and to a small staircase leading to what seemed like Yoongi’s apartment. Watching the cat meow and jump up the stairs, Namjoon quickly followed him coming to a halt in front of the door. “Hobi? How? Do you…do you understand what I am saying?” He looked down at the cat and cocked his head to the side, “Is the door open? Or is there a magic spell that will curse me even more?”

Hobi decided not to nod and freak out Namjoon while he was standing on a small spiral staircase. Not even Yoongi could piece him back together if he fell down and break his neck. So instead he just slipped in through the cat door and then got up on his paws to open the door from the inside. It swung open and he could look right at Namjoon’s confused face. Pleased with himself he scuttled along, happily leading Namjoon to the couch where the Tv was (in case Namjoon wanted to watch something to distract himself) and curling into a proud ball of fluff on top of a velvet cushion.

Namjoon on the other hand just decided not to question things further. He had other things to worry about than a cat that might possibly understand him. He plopped down onto the couch right next to Hobi and got himself comfortable. There wasn’t much he could do now but wait and trust in Yoongi to know what was the right thing to do. He had a few more questions, about witches, magic and this curse and everything else – but he figured, he could ask him all about it later.

He was too tired now.

Yoongi worked half through the night before he realized how quiet it was. He had prepared several vials with colorful liquid, each for different side effects that the curse might manifest in Namjoon’s body. It would probably be best for Namjoon to take them all throughout the day, just to make sure. He was thankful that Namjoon had taken his advice and got some rest and that Hobi was with him so that he could fully concentrate on the task at hand. He was so tired now that he could feel it in his bones, so he better got up as well and got some sleep before... before… he froze when he realized that Namjoon didn’t know where he lived. He had completely forgotten to tell him! But he wasn’t here and Hobi was neither so what if Namjoon had run off and decided to take Hobi with him as a bribe so that he could blackmail Yoongi into healing him, but he was already doing his best he really was… The thoughts were spiraling in his head while he ran up the staircase, opening the door with a motion of his hand and coming to a stumbling halt in the living room. There they were, Namjoon half on his side on a heap of cushions and with Hobi’s blanket over him which was a little too thin for him to be using but Namjoon didn’t seem to mind as he was sleeping soundlessly. Hobi was lying close to his head on his favorite velvet cushion, stretching his paws when he saw Yoongi and yawning sleepily.

“There you are. I wondered when you would join us.“

If the situation itself wasn’t so absurd, it would have been a cute scene to stumble into. His cat, right next to a pouting Namjoon who was mumbling things in his sleep. But Yoongi had cursed him. Deadly. And he wouldn’t be surprised if Namjoon hated him now, that their one date would be all there was. The witch sighed and got a thicker blanket to wrap Namjoon in softly, so he wouldn’t get cold and then got a few of his oversized sweaters to put aside for him. With another twirl of his finger there were all kinds of things flying around, clothes, the potions he made, a few books - all growing smaller in the air before they all flew into a backpack Yoongi would take with him tomorrow. He was too tired to do it himself right now. Then he walked back to Hobi, giving him a kiss on his little head before retreating to his bedroom. He needed the rest for tomorrow.

…

Namjoon woke up, groaning painfully. Everything in his body was aching, his head, his neck and….his wrist. He was awake right away, only orientating himself slowly as he looked around a little dazed, rubbing the side of his temples as if he had a bad hangover.

Yoongi hadn’t really slept so while Namjoon was slowly waking up he was already standing in the small kitchen, making some eggs and lemon water for Namjoon to get something healthy. He had prepared some chicken for Hobi because the cat hadn’t gotten it yesterday as promised and he also wanted to say thank you that the cat hadn’t made him feel worse and instead had helped him with Namjoon. “Good morning!” He wasn’t sure if one could call this a ‘good morning’ but decided that politeness won over questionable circumstances, “If you feel like it you can come in for breakfast. Or let Hobi show you where the bathroom is first.”

“Are those sweatshirts for me?” He asked, taking one that looked like it was big enough for him to wear and pulled it over. “Thank you, I’m actually really hungry.” Namjoon walked into the kitchen while gazing around. It wasn’t much different from the small kitchen in the shop, only that it was bigger and there were just as much dried herbs everywhere. It was a lot more colorful in Yoongi’s apartment. Earthy tones mixed with violet and purple highlights. A colorful chime hanging on the door that lead to a balcony playing in the wind. “How didn’t I see that you were a literal witch?” Namjoon chuckled low, “Is it okay if I ask questions? I am still confused about everything, honestly. Is there more than you can do than just potions and spells? Are there different witches? Where are we going?”

Yoongi had expected tense silence and reproachful or angry looks so Namjoon’s open curiosity threw him a little off balance. “Y…yeah, you can ask questions.” He put the plate in front of Namjoon and added some herbs onto his eggs. “Some greens that you should eat - and nothing dead to feed the curse.” A vegan breakfast would have been even better, but he wasn’t that healthy himself and eggs didn’t actually count as they were unfertilized with no potential life inside. It felt strange to talk so openly about something as personal as magic, but he figured he owed it to Namjoon.

“I can do potion, spells and sigil magic, I also make hex bags, good luck charms and simple herb stuff that is only halfway magic. I’m not that talented with tarot but I guess I could do it if I really had to. And I hate pendulums so nothing of that. If I can’t decide then I sure as hell won’t ask a stone.” He made himself a large pot of coffee and then sat down on the table as well, as far away from Namjoon as he could. He didn't want the other to feel threatened. “There are lots of different witches. Depending on where their talents are or what they like to do with their magic or if they practice in a circle or alone... it would take too long to explain all the differences to you but I’m like.. pretty normal I guess. A modern, solitary urban witch doing basic magic.” Hetook a sip of his coffee and let that sink in, “And we’ll be going to the magic market. To get some ingredients - and some advice.”

“Basic? You think deadly curses are basic then?” Namjoon shook his head, “I have no idea about magic but that doesn’t sound very basic to me.” He sighed deeply, pushing his food around on the plate, “It’s probably my fault anyways. I am sorry I disturbed you and scared you. I was involved in this mess just as much as you were. I was just frightened that something had happened to you.” Namjoon took his first bite, humming delightfully at the taste. “I just hope…it turns out right. I want to trust you, Yoongi,” A small smile appeared on his lip before he dived into his food. Yoongi blushed a little but he still had to nod, “It’s not that extraordinary to prepare a curse every now and then. It’s not like I’m using them anyway.”

When he finished his plate, Namjoon asked for a refill right away. He was still hungry, his stomach feeling empty as if he hadn’t eaten anything in days. Finishing Yoongi’s food just as quickly, he reached for another slice of bread. “D-do you have something to drink for me?” He munched on the bread already reaching for another slice. The more he was eating, the hungrier he felt. At first he gave Namjoon what he asked for and only when Namjoon kept eating and looking more desperate did he realized that this was far more than a regular breakfast. Gently he took Namjoon’s wrist and turned it around and just as he had thought the dark vines were warm and pulsating, feeding from what Namjoon gave the, not the food. The loss of control.

“I... I don’t want to starve you or anything just.. are you normally that hungry in the morning? Do you think you could maybe.. wait for a bit longer? We could get some snacks after the market; how does that sound?” He was wary, tense. He had no idea if Namjoon would be sensitive enough to feel that this hunger wasn’t him nor had it anything to do with food. he might as well get scared or lash out at him because he was the one denying him what he wanted at this moment. The other stared at Yoongi, then at his wrist that he was holding. “Oh,” A shiver ran down his spine as he realized what he was doing, “I…no, I never eat this much actually…” Namjoon looked at Yoongi with unsure eyes, “Is it the curse? I don’t want it to grow…can we go now? Go to your friends and…and…fuck.” The realization that this might kill him, hit Namjoon hard and he let out a shaky breath. “How much worse will it get?”

“The quicker we intervene, the less severe you’ll experience the side effects.” He got up and quickly placed the food and plates away, “Let’s go - we might even catch the early train and arrive there sooner than I planned. We can do this Namjoon, you’ll see when he come back tonight we might have the cure and then... then we can pretend none of this ever happened and go back to where we left off. If you want to.” He hurried out of the kitchen before Namjoon could say anything to this.

“Train?” Namjoon stumbled after Yoongi a while later, after they got themselves ready and Hobi had jumped on Yoongi’s shoulder, “Are cats even allowed on trains? I thought a magical market would be more difficult to access…also,” Namjoon was a little bit out of breath, following Yoongi who seemed like he was avoiding his gaze at any moment, “Does Hobi understand everything we say? I figured he does…in a way. Is he magical, too?”

“Not really. But If anyone sees him I could cast a spell on him. And most people just ignore us. Normally we take the broom anyway, but it wouldn’t be able to carry two people…” He patted Hoseok who leaned into his touch. “He understands humans, yes. But he’s not magical…” A paw in his face made him reconsider, “Of course you are magical to me, you fluff, I’m just trying to explain to Namjoon what the difference is between a talking animal and a familiar!”

At Namjoon’s face he cleared his throat and tried again. “Uhm, yeah, you see, Hobi’s my familiar so I understand him, and he understands me. And as he learned my language he understands other humans as well if you don’t have a difficult accent. However, as he’s a cat he can’t talk back in our language, so you won’t understand him unless you use a spell or are naturally gifted with animals. There are people who have a talent to understand animals. I guess that’s where this Disney princess cliché comes from…”

Namjoon had to let the information sink in once more and only when they sat down, and the train began moving did he speak up again. “Oh no, you little…I was talking to him…a lot!” Namjoon face palmed himself, sighing in embarrassment and turned to look out of the window, “About you…and everything else basically.” He blushed, trying to hide it by looking away. “Tell me then, any rules I need to follow on the market? You said it’s black magic? Will there be…bad witches? Will they sense the curse?” His voice turned into a whisper even though there weren’t any people around.

“Don’t worry, Hobi likes you. He did check out if you live alone and he also told me that you seem like an awesome guy though his judgement might have been in your favor because you bribed him with tuna - he didn’t tell me what you two talked about.” His voice got serious, “Yes, the market is.. full of all kinds of people. Witches, warlocks, sometimes Fae. Rule number one don’t go with fae. Rule number two don’t eat anything that you are offered even if it looks like regular food. Rule number three don’t tell anyone under any circumstances that you are human. You either don’t say anything and look mysterious or tell them that you are experimenting with magic and are a rogue hedge witch or something. Some of them will feel the curse but depending on how talented they are it will range from ‘noticing a vague magic feeling’ to ‘cursed’. Which is actually a good thing. Because a human should have neither so it’s rather for your protection. We just don’t want to run into the guards of magic because.. because I’mnotreallysupposedtoletsomeoneknowI’mawitch andtheycouldimprisonmeforthat.” Yoongi had quickly said the last part under his breath, hoping that Namjoon wouldn’t ask any further.

“Oh,” Namjoon stared at Yoongi with wide eyes, his mouth agape. “I won’t tell anyone then. You can trust me on that!” He swore, “You help me, I help you.” He leaned his chin onto his hand, his gaze wandering back to the window and staring out at the scenery that was passing by. Namjoon had no idea where this journey would take him, and it frightened him a little how easy he had just gone with it. Maybe it was his brain pushing down every potential thought of ‘death’ so he would stay alive. Survival instincts or something, Namjoon thought to himself. He was so deep in his thoughts, that he jerked hard when Yoongi called out for him. Namjoon had no clue about where they were, how much time had passed and when they departed he stood in the middle of nowhere. There was not even a train station – it was just a small little house with one old guy sitting in front of it smoking a cigar not even caring about them. Yoongi let Hobi down, who was trotting in front of them while Namjoon was still speechless. “Where the fuck are we?”

“Directly on our way to the market.” Yoongi didn’t seem perturbed that there was nothing around them but green and dense undergrowth that made it harder for them to continue on their way. He just turned his wrist a little and the tendrils turned another way. Namjoon had a hard time going after him before they closed up again. When it got too difficult for Hobi he reclaimed his place on Yoongi’s shoulder where he comfortable had a look around, listening to the forest birds and turning his ears whenever there was a sound he didn’t know.

“It…is in the middle of a forest? But…wouldn’t humans stumble upon it,” Namjoon tried to keep up, but branches kept hitting his face and tearing on his clothes. He couldn’t see anything but trees and greens. There was no sign of a market or any other people around – witches nor humans. He sighed desperately, “You sure we aren’t lost?”

“No because they wouldn’t even get out the train. And even if they want to have a little stroll in exactly this forest then they might just pass us.” He enjoyed being vague. He could just tell Namjoon that it was invisible for bystanders but that would have taken the surprise away for when they finally arrived. “Oh, damn, now that you say it…,” He started, just to tease Namjoon when he already saw the little wall that was built around the little garden. You could see where the roses had been and that there had been a wooden bench a while ago while now there was only a heap of broken planks and steel covered with moss. “Ah, found it. There we are,” He waited until Namjoon had caught up with him and could see the garden.

“What? That’s it?” Namjoon felt a little more breathless than usual – he figured it must be because of the curse. He took a bottle of water from Yoongi’s bag, taking a sip, before he pointed at the garden door. “I guess, you have to do some magic?” Namjoon asked and took a few steps back, holding his hands up, “Just for safety…I have enough side-effects for now. Let’s just get something to undo it so we’ll be back tonight.” The cat on Yoongi’s shoulder cocked his head aside at Namjoon’s behavior but only meowed as he jumped down on the ground and watching his master in excitement.

So much for surprising Namjoon. Yoongi easily let the concealment slip away and opened the door that led into the garden - just that it lead right into the market now. One step further inside and the forest was gone, grey and red cobbles paved the way and there were so many people that it was easy to get lost. Most of them looked like Yoongi or at least in a way that they could pass as humans on the street but there were also a few that didn’t even try to hide that they were different. Typically, black hats and long cloaks together with raven feathers sewn to clothes or sparkling stuff that looked like fish scales, just that the fish must have been enormous. There were tools that looked like stolen from a steampunk movie and someone carried a basket with eggs around which were slightly smaller than an ostrich egg but a lot more colorful - and way more dangerous looking when they started moving. When they passed one of the many market stalls Namjoon could see that one of the merchants had a snake wound around his waist - and eyes that matched his pet. His shocked reaction made him stumble and Yoongi quickly reached out for him, taking his arm, “Stay close please. Being caught by the GoMs isn’t the worst that could happen to you here.”

Namjoon was completely and utterly overwhelmed. He gulped heavily, his eyes wandering around the scenery as he nodded. Reaching out for Yoongi’s hand he intertwined their fingers easily and without a second thought. “Figured this will be easier,” He mumbled, looking somewhere else to hide the blush while his heart was beating faster again and Namjoon couldn’t be sure if it was because of the way Yoongi’s small hands fitted in his or the new environment. Maybe a little bit of both.

Yoongi had figured that buying some more ingredients for purifying spells and cleansing waters couldn’t hurt but he was honestly rather looking for one of the black magic stalls were you could buy vampire teeth and mermaid flesh and anything else that was forbidden trade. That’s why they were mostly on the edges of the market, as it was easier to vanish into thin air in case the GoMs would see them. He hoped that if he asked around enough one of them might know a spell that helped black magic gone wrong in general or was versed enough in the art to figure out what Yoongi had messed up exactly with Namjoon. And as this was a market and merchants didn’t do charity he’s taken a good amount of gold coins with him. It would cost him a lot to heal Namjoon, he knew that - but it would cost him way more if Namjoon died because of him. Something that was worth more than money.

While Yoongi was buying stuff Namjoon had no clue about, the other was looking around, trying to take in everything that he was seeing. When Yoongi walked ahead, pulling him along, he was excitedly whispering, “They had dragons! Did you see them?” He was in shock, in awe, and completely overwhelmed but as long as Yoongi kept on holding his hand he just followed him.

It was hard to keep his hands to himself though, the urge to touch certain objects was tingling in his fingertips but he also remembered Yoongi’s rules vividly and one curse was enough. They were walking for hours, talking, haggling with all kind of sellers and Namjoon was getting tired. Yoongi seemed to get more frustrated, his brows deeply furrowed in concentration. Namjoon pulled at Yoongi’s hand, “Can you walk a little slower. I don’t know but I’m tired and hungry.”

“Yes, of course we can,” He answered but his voice was tense and he looked stressed. He still hadn’t found any usable answers. He had been told about a magical fountain that could cure any kind of disease magical or not but the merchant had no idea where to find it or if it even still existed, then there had been someone trying to sell him ‘healing’ potions that Yoongi had recognized as mouthwash and then the usual kind of spells and magical plasters that he had already tried himself. “You should probably take another one of the potions I gave you. The yellow one should work best right now.” He was running out of ideas and worse also running out of time because the longer it took the more Namjoon would feel it! What should he tell Namjoon if they had to leave the market empty handed? That he was sorry, and he had tried but that was it now and he would be with him until he died that horrible death he had talked about because that was the least he could do?

He had been so deeply in thought that he saw the guards a little too late and his eyes widened in surprise while Namjoon next to him clumsily tried to open the little viable with its tiny cork.

“Shit!”

While others wouldn’t look twice at Namjoon, Guards were more thorough and if he couldn’t figure out what Namjoon was he would take his magical signature and if they found out that he was human…One of them already took what looked like magnifying glasses out of his pocket, just that there were three levels of glass in different colors that added up to eyeglasses that could make the natural magical signature of any creature visible. And Namjoon didn’t have any but the curse. “Run!” He grabbed Namjoon tighter and started running blindly in the very first direction where he could move, hoping that they wouldn’t just run into more guards.

The vial flew right out of his hand, smashing into little pieces on the cobblestone, while he stumbled after Yoongi. They were quickly moving around a few stalls, trying to blend in with the crowd even more. “Wh-what happened?” Namjoon asked completely out of breath, trying to look over his shoulder to see if there was anyone running after them. He felt another pull and Namjoon almost fell, but luckily for him Yoongi pushed him against a wall right away, motioning for him to be quiet. His eyes were wide as he gazed around the dark alley, waiting, holding his breath. The small side alley was their lifesaver and Yoongi’s heart was doing somersaults while they were hiding and waiting for them to pass them. Namjoon was just about to release his breath when a sudden piercing pain shot through his body. He gasped painfully and with Yoongi being so close already, he simply pulled the witch in to hide himself in his neck while he was shaking, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

Of course, the curse reacted to all the fear and tension and decided to grow in that very moment so Yoongi pressed his hand against Namjoon’s mouth as the other curled in against him, holding him as close as possible to choke off any kind of sounds. Namjoon’s fingers were digging into his shoulder blades as he held onto Yoongi tightly. His knees shaking and about to give up on him, while his whole body felt like it was on fire. His eyes widened in pain and Namjoon could see the guards walking back but luckily for them, they didn’t enter the alley. This time they were lucky. Namjoon closed his eyes, taking deep breaths through his nose while the pain was slowly fading but he kept his hold around Yoongi’s waist tight. “I…I’m o-okay,” Namjoon groaned quietly.

“It’s..it’s fine, take your time.” Although Namjoons tight grip had hurt it was still his fault that Namjoon was experiencing this at all so he could manage a little discomfort if Namjoon managed to get literally eaten alive by a curse. As the other still seemed a little wobbly on his feet Yoongi kept his hold on him to make it easier for him to find his balance and when Namjoon looked up they were so close that their lips almost brushed. Yoongi hadn’t realized how intimate this was until now, too busy with trying to not get caught or let Namjoon fall to be aware of Namjoon’s body pressed against his from shoulder to thigh. He could feel it now all the more.

Namjoon felt the way Yoongi’s heart was thumping against his chest – probably because of their sudden runaway but still, he couldn’t help but stare at him, getting lost in his eyes and forgetting about his pain. His hand wandered from Yoongi’s shoulder around his waist and up his chest to his neck all on his own, while the other arm was still keeping him pressed tight to his body. “D-do you think they are gone?” Namjoon whispered, not moving an inch away from Yoongi’s face but instead his gaze wandered down to his lips. He wondered what it would be like to feel those soft lips on his own, to give in to the urge to just kiss Yoongi. His fingertips soothed over the skin on Yoongi’s neck softly, “I…I think…I want to…”

“I thought I was the only one you’d pull into dark alleys,” A low voice made both of them jerk out of their stupor, followed by a soft giggle coming from the shadows of the alley. Hobi meowed right away, recognizing the smell of the witch that was approaching. “I must say I’m a bit disappointed…but what did I expect,” Jungkook stepped out of the shadows, brushing a hand through his hair, “You’ve always been a bit of a heartbreaker, Yoongi.”

Namjoon’s lips had been so close, he could almost taste his warm breath, sweet and inviting while Namjoon’s fingers on his neck seemed to slowly pull him forward… and then Jungkook had to come and ruin it. “Jungkook!” They separated quickly, Namjoon visibly embarrassed though Yoongi was not. Jungkook had seen him do way more embarrassing things than almost-kissing a cute guy in an alley. Besides it might not just be a lucky coincidence that they met here, maybe Jungkook could help him save Namjoon’s life.

“Oh, please, you know you’ll always be my favorite witch.” He let that sink in and watched with a smirk as Jungkook’s eyes flickered back over Namjoon’s form before they widened in surprise. “No way! Yoongi, you brought a human? No wonder you’re hiding like that - naughty boy!” He laughed and threw his head back, baring his neck a little were you could see one of his sigils peeking out. “Yeah, well, it’s kind of a long story. And a complicated one. And I could really use your help so if you know a place where we could be safe from guards and still talk openly - that would be great. You know Namjoon has kind of an issue here. Because of me. One that could kill him if I’m not quick enough to reverse it.”

Jungkook eyed Namjoon as he came closer, while he was still panting, holding onto the wall behind him. “Is he strong enough to apparate?” Yoongi shrugged his shoulders as an answer. Honestly, he didn’t know anything about the curse, and he needed to study the way it was growing as fast as possible so getting out of the black market quickly and somewhere safe was the best way. “Just do it,” Yoongi answered, reaching out for Jungkook’s arm, feeling the younger’s muscle shift underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. “Hold my hand,” Jungkook said towards Namjoon, who cocked up an eyebrow, observing how Yoongi was holding Hobi tightly to his chest and onto Jungkook.

“Where are we g-,” He couldn’t ask more, the rest of his sentence turning into a sudden scream because he was sucked into nothingness. He couldn’t breathe for a second, feeling like he was sucked into a tube, but only seconds after it was over already. Namjoon fell onto his knees, one hand reaching out to hold onto Yoongi, coughing and trying to take a deep breath. The curse was still hot, pulsating under his wrist and arm where it had grown. He felt dizzy from the sudden apparition and the effects of the curse. “Welcome to my home,” Jungkook announced with a happy tone but it changed the second he saw the state the human was in. “This doesn’t look good.”

“That’s kind of why I’m here!” Yoongi might have sounded gruff to someone else him but Jungkook had known him for a long time now and he knew that this was simply proof of how desperate the witch was. He was dying to know what exactly had happened for them both to be in this mess but whoever that human was he was important to Yoongi - and he was suffering so Jungkook would try to stop it before they could talk about anything else. He left the two were they were (on the floor in Namjoon’s case) and went to his little storage room. As soon as he opened the door one could smell the herbs and feel the tingly, telltale sign of magic. He had practically everything in there, seed to grow the most beautiful, magical flowers in your garden in no time, fairy flowers that would attract the little fluttering creatures, magical pumpkins that could grow as big as a carriage, Vines that grew so thick and strong that you could climb on them… he was just as into herbalism as Yoongi however he didn’t use the kind you could sell to humans but rather the ones you could sell to everyone else but humans. He wasn’t picky who his customers were so he also sold plants with leaf’s that were sharp as razors or poisonous beauties that you could use for a lot of purposes (and only half of them were good). Working with dangerous, poisonous, magical plants could have its risk so Jungkook had mastered a difficult and time consuming potion that you had to make during a blood moon, and which had to simmer for a whole week. It helped against almost every poisoning or plant induced infection and he was certain that it would help Namjoon as well, if not with the source of his pain then at least with the side effects.

When he brought the potion back to them, Namjoon only eyed it warily then looking back at Yoongi. “Who is he? What is that?” He coughed a little, sitting up but still not letting go of the witch’s hand, “I’ve had enough of random magic potions. Will this help me for real? Or…is it like the others you made? How can I know to trust him?”

“Yah, you know, you probably shouldn't trust me. I mean you could get cursed in the end. No, wait, you already are! So seriously, what do you have to lose?” Yoongi gave Jungkook a glare as the younger happily dangled the potion in front of Namjoon’s face. “And by the way you should never trust a witch. Haven’t you learned that in school? Or in Kindergarten with all those colorful stories about how we eat children and live alone in woods and…” Another glare from Yoongi finally shut him up.

Namjoon rolled his eyes at the kid, snatching the potion away from the witch angrily. He was taking the potion like a shot, pushing the empty bottle back into Jungkook’s hands before excusing himself. A quick look around and Namjoon had made out the front door. “I need air. Don’t worry about me,” He was out the door only seconds after, finding himself in the middle of a forest. He had no reason to run away, nor did he want to, but he needed to calm himself down. There was too much pent up frustration and anger inside of him, something he didn’t like to admit. Namjoon wasn’t the angry kind of guy. He was calm. Thoughtful. And said ‘sorry’ too much.

He didn’t feel like himself and he hated it.

“Do you want to go after him?” Jungkook cocked his head, wondering what exactly the relationship between Yoongi and that human could be. They didn’t seem close enough to be lovers but in that alley it had really looked like they were about to kiss. “Or do you want to tell me what this is all about? I’d love to hear the story on how a simple human brought you into a situation where you’re hiding from the guards while normally you like to do stuff right under their noses without them ever catching you. Did you get old - or worse, soft for a human?” Jungkook was happily teasing him while Yoongi was torn between running after Namjoon and answering Jungkook’s questions before the younger would start pestering Namjoon again.

Namjoon sat down on a bench that he found near the cottage, letting his gaze wander over the plants, flowers and trees while he was trying to calm his breathing. He soothed over his own wrist, only glancing down shortly to see how it had spread even further up his arm. Sighing deeply, he leaned back. “Why me?” He groaned when a sudden weight on him, startled him in surprise. There was Hobi on his lap, purring softly and nudging his head against his stomach. He lifted the cat, nuzzling his face into his fur, feeling like he needed the softness to calm down again. ��I’m scared Hobi,” Namjoon mumbled, “Yoongi has no clue what he’s doing right? It didn’t seem like he found anything at the market. He bought some stuff…but he seemed desperate. I’m desperate. I’m angry. I’m never angry. I just wanted to write my boring dissertation and take out a cute guy for dinner…nothing more.” Hobi started kneading Namjoon’s stomach before plopping down and curling up on him, serving as a warm, fluffy source of comfort and grounding. He would have loved to calm Namjoon down with words, but he had found out before that meowing at people who didn’t speak “cat” rather stressed them out than helped.

Namjoon was thankful for the presence, feeling a little less alone in the situation. He was caressing the cat’s fur in silence, not noticing when Yoongi was approaching him after a while and only when he sat down next to him Namjoon looked up. “Hey,” He smiled faintly, scratching the cat behind it’s ears, “You really got a special one here. He knows how to calm one down.” Namjoon turned to look at Yoongi, “He’s more than just a familiar to you, right? How did you get him?”

Yoongi smiled back as Hobi stretched out his paws to tap Yoongi’s arm as if to remind him that he was there. “You can feel honored. Although Hobi’s smart he normally ignores other people and they need to work hard to earn his trust. You however… he liked you from the very first moment. That’s how I knew that I could trust you.” He sat down next to Namjoon’s bench on the floor, just within reach of Hobi’s paws. “The thing with familiars is that normally you wait till you reach a certain age or magical level and then ask for a familiar and then see who comes to you. I didn’t like the thought to send a plea out in the open for anyone to hear. So, I didn’t. And I thought this would mean that I would stay not only a witch without a coven but also one without a familiar. And I told myself that I was fine with that. But I was lying to myself. But there wasn’t really anything I could do about it without making myself uncomfortable. Until one day when I was plucking herbs I saw this tiny ball of black fluff sitting in midst of some cuckoo flowers. I needed some so I got closer and saw that he was sniffing a butterfly. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He grinned as Hobi started licking his chest in embarrassment. “And I was wondering who would let their cat run so far into the woods, especially one so small and so beautiful. So, I asked him, you know, the way you do when you don’t really expect an answer ‘Hey beautiful, where do you live? Did you get lost?’ and all that and he just comes up at me and looks at me with his baby blue eyes - he was so young that his eyes still had their baby color - and he said ‘I want to live with you! Can you take me home please?’ And he wasn’t very good with talking because he hadn’t spoken that much but I knew what he wanted nonetheless so I took him home and gave him food - and then had to clean up his mess because he barfed all over the couch because I hadn’t bought kitten food and his stomach was sensitive. That’s how our love story began.” He laughed and nudged Hobi gently against his head.

Namjoon’s smile grew only bigger the more Yoongi was talking. It felt like the witch was baring a part of him, telling him something so personal when he normally was very closed up. “That’s the sweetest story I’ve ever heard,” Namjoon chuckled quietly, “I feel honored then…thank you for trusting me.” A rose color was dusting his cheeks and Namjoon looked at Yoongi, “I’ll try and do the same. It’s just…tough right now. I’m not really sure what I’m feeling right now and I’m scared and…exhausted.”

“That’s alright. You don’t have to make sense of all of this now. Just… try not to lose yourself, okay? When you feel like you’re not acting like yourself anymore, tell me. If it’s necessary I can make you fall asleep. It’s better than you accidentally hurting yourself because you’re falling into the pit of your own emotions. Jungkook thinks he can reach out for a friend of his, Jimin. He’s a witch as well, a love witch so he’s… pretty used to personality altering stuff and greyscale magic. If you feel like you can’t travel from the exhaustion then you could take a nap while Jungkook and I try to reach Jimin and maybe when you wake up we already know where he is and when we’ll be able to meet him. Then you can have something to eat, Jungkook has the sweetest tomatoes you’ve ever tasted and some fruits that will help you clear your head. And if we’re lucky then Jimin will know what to do and we’ll be able to lift the curse by tonight.” He got up and dusted off his knees “Anything you want to add?”

“A lot of things,” Namjoon mumbled, “But it’s not that important. Let’s get rid of this curse, then.” Hobi jumped off his lap trotting ahead, while the two of them were behind him. “You know only the weird witches, huh. Love Witches...Black Magic Markets...I figured he’s some kind of Garden Witch? Jungkook, I mean… the plants…don’t look normal. That’s why he’s so far away, right?” Namjoon raked a hand through his hair, follow Yoongi who seemed like he knew where to go as he lead him up to the guest room where he could rest, “He seems like a troubled boy in a way…or is it just the persona he wants to keep up? With his ripped jeans and band shirts?” He laughed and plopped down on the small bed, not really wanting Yoongi to leave right away.

Yoongi’s eyes widened as Namjoon so casually stated that he had completely seen through Jungkook’s mask. “No, he’s…” He bit his lip, not exactly sure how much he could tell Namjoon without crossing a boundary for Kook. “He’s been very lonely. For a long while he’s been… isolated. Shy. Starved for attention. He almost burned up from his own magic before someone showed him how to use it in a way that didn’t hurt. Don’t mind his bickering and teasing. He’s more sensitive than he leads on.” He sat down in front of Namjoon, close enough to reach out for him, “And yeah, he is a garden witch. But he hid for so long that now that he’s capable, he lets the most magical plants grow under his care. He has the most special and rarest ingredients which makes him very valuable for a lot of witches and spell makers. They call him the ‘golden boy’ because some of his plants are worth more than gold.”

Namjoon listened in awe, humming in response. “He should be proud of what he accomplished.” He yawned in the process, rubbing the back of his neck and rolled his head around. “I think the potion he gave me made me only sleepy, but it helped to ease the pain. I don’t feel it throbbing anymore.” Stretching out his fingers as a little, Namjoon glanced down at his wrist. While the rest was hidden under his clothes, he could still see some of the black streaks that were pulsating quietly under his skin. The rest he didn’t want to look at. He could feel it grow each time the pain was too much, therefore he was sure he could tell exactly how far the streaks were going now.

Yoongi’s lips were pressed into a thin line as he let his gaze wander over Namjoon's body. The curse was growing quicker and more powerful than he had thought, and it visibly drained the other. He wanted to know how bad exactly it was but Namjoon seemed comfortable as he was that he didn’t thought about undressing for his nap. Or maybe he was just wary in front of Yoongi. Either way he needed to take a look and he would rather have it with Namjoon still awake. “Would you…” He licked his lips nervously. “Would you mind if I looked at it again? The curse? Just to make sure.. that I know how much time we have left.”

Namjoon cocked up an eyebrow, laughing humorlessly, “Yeah, check how much time I have left on this goddamn earth for walking in on trying to save a cute witch.” He pulled his sweatshirt over his head and then got rid of the shirt underneath, revealing his sun kissed skin once more to Yoongi. Then he simply laid back down. He figured it was easier for Yoongi to just look at it like this, while he could just close his eyes and pretend this never happened.

Yoongi reached out and touched the inside of Namjoon’s arm, flinching hard when he felt how warm it was. How alive it felt. Like a parasite, waiting right under Namjoon’s skin to jump at every opportunity to make his life hell, pain, anger, sorrow, fear... it thrived off everything that had Namjoon’s spirit crumbling and it would only stop when it was strong enough to devour the other’s soul.

Yoongi felt heavily nauseous. Knowledge was different when it was just a theoretical thought - but feeling it pulsate and lurk beneath the surface of Namjoon’s skin… honestly he had no idea how Namjoon could bear it without freaking out or trying to get rid of it by harming himself. That’s what he would have done. Trying to burn it away while probably lighting himself on fire. Yoongi could almost feel it, the heat of the flames licking at his skin, the smell of the smoke, the parching heat when the fire started to melt his skin..

“Mreowkchhhhhh!” With a battle cry Hoseok attacked Yoongi’s hand, scratching his fingers so that his witch let go of the cursed skin and fell backwards. Yoongi shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the horrible images. He felt horrified. The curse was so strong that it had been able to reach out for him through Namjoon - he didn’t even want to imagine how Namjoon must felt while having it inside him. “Thank you.” He kissed Hoseok on his fluffy head before wiping the blood from his fingers.

“Fuck, Yoongi!” Namjoon reached out for the witch, looking at his injured hand then Hobi and back to him again, “Wh-what happened? Is something wrong with Hobi? Why…are you hurt? Do you want me to get something.” Namjoon had only heard the sudden outcry of the cat, hearing the painful gasp from Yoongi and then opened his eyes to see his bloody hand.

“N.. no, it’s okay. I just tried to reach out for the curse, tried to feel it, sense it - it kind of used that against me.” He hesitated and then suggested, “I’ll talk with Jungkook about how to each out for Jimin, but I’ll be right back after. I don’t want to leave you alone for too long. And if anything feels strange or if you feel like the curse is starting to win you over then call me. Or Hoseok. Don’t make the mistake of thinking you can handle this on your own because I’d rather have you call me in precaution than come to your room to see you... hurt.”

Namjoon nodded at that, only letting go of Yoongi with hesitation. He watched the cat hop onto the bed next to him when the door closed, and he could finally close his eyes.

In the meantime, Jungkook had been searching every book he could find about spells gone wrong and plants with abilities to redo spells or curses. When he heard footsteps behind him, Jungkook flicked his wrist around making a book fly towards Yoongi who caught it easily. “I found something. Not much…but something,” He said and turned towards his shelf, “I gathered everything that I could find to cleanse his body, mind and spirit. I know it’s not really a lot…but I figured, either way we need to prepare a magical ritual. Restore the distressed mind into normalcy so we can extract the curse from him.” Jungkook smirked when he could feel Yoongi peeking over his shoulder, “This plant is pretty rare. It can only be used as an oil. If you’re not up for it…I’ll volunteer to rub it into his skin for you,” He winked playfully.

“Yeah, no way you perv.” Yoongi plucked the book out from his hand and placed it aside so that he could read it in peace without feeling Jungkook smirk down on him. It looked pretty intimate to him, but it was just another reason to consulate Jimin. Anything bordering on sexmagic or spells as physical as this one would work more smoothly under the love witch’s guidance. Not that Jungkook would have needed it - but Yoongi did. He was scared to hurt Namjoon again or to scare him, disgust him, ruin him further. The thing was you couldn’t fake faith or trust or confidence. Maybe in front of other people. But not in the face of magic. It was all about intentions. And the second you were hesitating you gave room to all those fears you had to fuck up your spell. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Yeah, let’s do this. If you could prepare the oil - we can take about the price later. You know I will pay, no matter what it is you want. I’ll try to find Jimin. And then we come back to perform the spell together. The more of us the better.”

“I’m already on it,” Jungkook said and saluted teasingly. Yoongi watched him in interest, as the younger reached to open the window, closing his eyes with a smile on his face and he held up a small, delicate dandelion in front of his lips. “Tell Jimin we need his help,” He whispered and simply blew out some air to send off the little seedlings to find their destination.

Yoongi’s brows went up. He had never seen Jungkook do this before - because if he had known he had suggested it to screech's owner to give the poor owl some rest. Though maybe only someone as deeply connected to plants as a garden witch could do it. Either way he was hopeful that this was exactly what would get Jimin’s attention.

“Anything for the human, huh? I mean, yes, you fucked up the spell but since when do you care about humans so much?” He shook him out of his frozen state of trying to see for how long he could follow the small seedlings, “Who is he even? He seems pretty boring to me.”

Yoongi felt himself getting defensive and protective over Namjoon immediately. “You might have been living alongside plants for too long if you don’t recognize an interesting human when you see one! Hobi likes him! And he... he’s different. He came into my store with a chemical burn! And shortly after he had injured himself by trying to opening a box. He just needed my help or else he would have probably electrocuted himself by now by trying to change a lamp. I... I grew fond of him I guess. And he is nice and.. .attentive and innocent in a way. And when I was doing the spell work he wanted to ask me out and… it’s not fair that he has to suffer just because I forgot to lock the door.

“He wanted to ask you out?” Jungkook’s back was still turned to Yoongi while he was talking, mixing a few herbs together, “And you forgot to lock the door? You must have been really angry to cast such a curse, thinking he’d be an intruder... Haven’t you been sleeping again? Do you need some more valerian root? I’ve been growing the biggest one’s you’ll ever see. One is enough for a whole century.” He smiled, looking over his shoulder.

“It's…uhm maybe I didn't sleep as much as I should, but it was just one spell, how should I have known that it would go so wrong. It was kind of a ‘heat of the moment’ thing I've had my back to him and just heard steps so I… I just freaked I guess. And he stepped into the circle, so the protection was nullified. If you think about it then it was just an enormous pile of bad luck.” He sighed deeply. “But I am going to fix this. And then Namjoon will either still like me and be totally okay with me being a witch and we'll live happily ever after - or I'll have to wipe his mind to keep my secret and not get punished by the GOMs.” He came closer, watching over Jungkook's shoulder while the other was busy chopping up stuff. “I'd like one of those roots Please - but only after you tested them! I won't be your Guinea pig again and end up falling randomly asleep.”

Jungkook looked at Yoongi thoroughly, “Happily ever after?” He studied his friend a little closer, looking him up and down, “Who are you and what did you do to my grumpy witch that breaks hearts just for fun?” Nudging his friend in his side, he poured in some oil into the bowl and began stirring, “And I’ve already tested it on Godzilla. He’s only been asleep for eight hours and then woke up…I mean,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “He fell asleep again, but you know him…he’s quite like you.”

“That was sarcasm, Jungkook. You really need to talk more to people. You might end up turning into a plant yourself. Or staying at their level of Communication skills.” He out in some extra grumpiness to not ruin his reputation. Being known as the ‘grumpy witch you better not piss off’ had its benefits.

“Godzilla? If by that you mean your small leafy green friend who can barely trample a heap of sand if he tries really hard then I’m still not convinced. Or do I look like a turtle to you? And no, we are nothing alike. A snap turtle maybe - but not some pastel colored baby that retreats into its shell whenever someone dares to sneeze.”

“He’s the best baby!” Jungkook pointed his finger at Yoongi, “Don’t you dare insult him…he’s the cutest and smartest little turtle…” There was a sudden wind howling from the outside, making Jungkook’s back door slam open widely. Both witches jerked around at the sudden loud sound. Then it was silent again. No wind. Nothing. Jungkook took a careful step forward. The wind chime starting playing, but not the usual random tones of wind blowing through the soft shells, but it was melodic, a soft sound playing through the night. Jungkook furrowed his brows, looking out of the window to see if there was a storm coming – if yes, he better get Godzilla inside and told the other animals to seek shelter, and maybe cast a quick spell to keep his plants unharmed. But then he saw flower petals flying through the air, following an aim and softly falling onto the doorstep of his backdoor. Jungkook rolled his eyes and leaned back against the counter, visibly relaxed.

“Seriously…he’s so dramatic,” He mumbled to himself as he watched the petals flying up, twirling in the air fast until Jimin manifested himself on his doorstep.

“I heard someone needs help to rub oil on a human body?” Jimin asked, giggling softly, reminding Jungkook of the wind chime that now has stilled.

“That’s the only thing you got out of our message? Not ‘desperate’ or ‘life and death situation’?” Yoongi answered courtly but secretly he was relieved. A lot. With Jimin they could have a serious chance here to get Namjoon back to normal. Jimin smiled back at him and Yoongi could feel a pang of arousal that he willed down. Jimin easily had that effect on others but Yoongi was used to it by now. He wasn’t opposed to it, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Nonetheless he registered that Jimin looked just as sweet as usual; wearing an oversized sweater made him look even more soft and delicate as he was, his sparkling eyes and rosy cheeks definitely not how one would envision a witch. He knew that Jimin’s skin would be soft and warm and his lips even softer, plush and inviting and oh so skilled. If the situation hadn’t been so serious he might have indulged himself enough to kiss Jimin once because he knew that Jimin lived for gentle kisses and full attention - but he couldn’t do this while Namjoon was in the other room with his time slowly running out on him.

“Oh yeah, I got that part about ‘death’ too,” Jimin flashed both witches a smile and walked over to Jungkook,. “So, there’s this deathly curse and we want to purify him as much as possible so we can cast an even bigger spell as soon as possible? With the power of three?” Jimin questioned and raised his eyebrows looking at the other two, but they only hesitantly nodded, “But we don’t really know what kind of spell? What if…” Jimin took out a vessel from Jungkook’s shelf and started pouring in the oil carefully, “We combine spells? Creating a new one from the most powerful spells? There’s nothing I could find in the books, so maybe it’s time for us to come up with something new.”

He could see how excited Jimin was to do this, they didn’t do spells together often. For Yoongi though there was too much at stake. He was afraid it wouldn’t help or wouldn’t work or Namjoon would freak out. He was nervous and it started to show. Nonetheless he agreed with Jimin, “Yes, let’s do it like this. But we have to be careful. And Namjoon… he’s new to all of this so please do me a favor and try to ease him into it instead of going full blown love witch on him. He’s confused and vulnerable and surrounded by strangers so I should better talk to him first and explain and then give him some time to think about it, instead of just going in like let’s rub you with oil.”

“We don’t really have time. But it’s just a little bit of oil to purify him plus a small spell,” Jimin nodded over to Yoongi, “We should do it tonight, tomorrow and right before we cast the spell. Third time’s a charm don’t worry. He will be alright.” He placed a hand on Yoongi’s back pushing him lightly forward while at the same time his touch was spreading a soothing warmth through his body. They walked up the stairs together, leaving Jungkook to gather the important books they needed and to make them tea that would induce their energy levels and help them to study throughout the night. “Go ahead,” Jimin’s voice was soft, motioning for Yoongi to go in first.

He was thankful that Jimin had given him the opportunity to talk to Namjoon in private even though knowing Jimin he might try to eavesdrop on them. Still he wanted Namjoon to at least have the illusion of free will in this. He knocked and when he heard an affirmative sound went inside. “Hey.” His smile was a little too guilty to calm Namjoon down, so he quickly added “How are you feeling?” Small talk, innocent conversation, making sure Namjoon still trusted him in a way… and then he would ask. However, the tension was killing him and so he blurted out, “By the way we might have found something that might help you a little. But it has to be us three because the more witches the more powerful the spell gets. And you might have to be naked. Partially. And I… there’s oil involved.”

“Oil? Naked? We haven’t even had our second date yet, Yoongi.” Namjoon chuckled but he was still nervous. He had no clue about what it all meant or why he needed to be naked? Partially? Wait…what? Three? “Oh, you said there’s another one. I remember…and you found a spell?” Namjoon propped himself up on his elbows, “C-can we do it now? Or…”

That wasn’t the reaction that he had expected or that he would have given considering his very unhelpful explanation. “Uhm, yes, the others are getting ready right this very minute because they think it would be best to do it as soon as possible and I agree but… Namjoon, aren’t you scared? I just told you to take part in some experimental ritual and you are trusting me enough to go along? Despite after what happened last time you got involved with magic. I mean I’m definitely not complaining, I thought I had to convince you and talk you into it and this is way easier I just… You’re okay, right? You’re not thinking that this is a dream or trying to convince me you’re fine before grabbing the next best knife and trying to escape? Not that it would work, the knife thing, but… okay, just tell me if you’re okay please.”

“Do I have a choice?” Namjoon sat up a little more, “I said I would trust you. And no, I’m not okay. I am fucking scared. There’s a lot of things in my mind I don’t understand. It’s like every dark thought I’ve ever had…times a million. It’s exhausting, I want it gone. It’s worse when I’m alone…” He looked at Yoongi with a faint smile. “So, what do you need me to do?”

His heart ached at Namjoon’s words, but he was still glad that the other was completely honest with him. That way he felt like there could still be hope for them. “Come with me.” He smiled reassuringly and helped Namjoon up. “You can leave your clothes on until we opened the circle. You’ll have to step in as unguarded as possible and it doesn’t simply end with your clothes. Try not to hold back. You can let go within the circle. Let it out, whatever it is. You don’t have to be scared, we’re witches, we can handle ourselves - and we don’t get spooked easily. So, if you have to yell out your frustration or scream at me for getting you into this mess it’s fine. We’ll try to cleanse your body and you can help us by cleansing your mind.”

Namjoon reached out to intertwine his hands with Yoongi without saying a word, letting the witch pull him along. In the hallway his eyes met Jimin’s and his cheeks were blushing red the moment his gaze fell onto Jimin’s. Only the tug at his hand let him not think much further about how soft his cheeks must feel or how it would be like to kiss his soft skin. Namjoon shook his head and tried to keep his focus.

He didn’t even know the boy’s name.

Jungkook was waiting in the backroom, preparing the circle and everything they needed. Meanwhile Jimin held on tightly to the little vessel that was filled with the oil, stepping closer to Namjoon. He let his eyes follow the lines of the humans body, studying his broad shoulders and long legs. Carefully Jimin reached out for him, making Namjoon jerk in surprise, as he let his hand massage over his shoulder blades, walking around and in front of him. His hands slowly caressed down his chest, feeling how heavily Namjoon was breathing. His heartbeat quickened underneath Jimin’s touch. Namjoon twitched a little, a sudden urge to pull Jimin in, making him stiffen up and tightening his hold on Yoongi’s hand.

“Introductions, anyone?” Yoongi didn’t know where his sudden snappiness came from but seeing Namjoon and Jimin so close to each other with Jimin’s touches being almost intimate he felt… on edge. He should know better, it was in Jimin’s nature to be seductive but still he rather diverted the attention back to him uncomfortably than having to watch them fall into each other’s gaze. Right now, he felt like he was the one with the curse at least it looked as if Namjoon had his emotions better under control than he himself.

“Jimin,” The love witch whispered and flashed the human a bright smile, “Glad to meet you Namjoon.” He stepped away from him, walking around the circle that Jungkook had created. With a snap of his fingers the lights turned off and only the candles around them lit up the room. “Much cozier, right?” Jimin’s voice was soft as he rolled his shoulders back and took a step into the circle, watching Yoongi do the same, while still holding onto Namjoon’s hand. “Sweety, you have to let go. You can hold each other’s hands in a second again…just get undressed first, then step into the circle. Careful not to break it.” Jimin got down onto his knees, placing the vessel next to him, “It’s best if you lay down then or else you might hurt yourself.”

Yoongi only hesitantly let go of Namjoon’s hand. Jimin was absolutely right and he was thankful that both of the others were there but if he could have done it without someone watching them for safety or lending a helping hand he would have preferred to do it alone. Who knew if he would ever be able to be intimate with Namjoon again. He had looked forward to it, all of this, getting to know him, then after a few dates figuring out who would be brave enough to do the first step and kiss the other. He wondered how it could have been like if he hadn’t majorly messed up.

Namjoon felt incredibly uncomfortable undressing in front of three men and a cat that he barely knew. Even though he had gotten to know Yoongi a bit more over the couple of weeks that he had been at the shop, it was still too intimate, too personal to undress completely. He took in a sharp breath and started undressing quickly, trying not to think about this further with his eyes focused on the floor instead of facing the others. When he was completely naked, standing upright, there was a gasp coming from them (Namjoon couldn’t see who it was) and for a moment he thought they were in shock because of the curse, but then a whistle followed by a soft giggle made him gaze up into Jimin’s eyes who were fixated on something completely else.

“Oh my,…it’s…impressive,” He mumbled, turning to wink at Yoongi teasingly, “The curse, of course.”

“Jimin! Don’t you dare..!” He swallowed the rest of the sentence before he could seriously insult the other. “You have enough boys to ogle on a regular basis. Please just concentrate.” Yoongi tried hard not to let his gaze wander over Namjoons bod no matter how tempting it was, instead he had decided on looking Namjoon straight in the eyes. The human trusted them enough to bare himself like this, the least he could do was show respect and not abuse his trust for his own motifs or pleasure. Namjoon switched his gaze onto Yoongi’s easily, feeling a lot calmer when he looked at him, stepping into the circle carefully and walking closer. He sat down, pulling his knees in for a moment and only when Jimin pushed him back on his shoulder did he lay down completely. Instinctively Namjoon had scooted closer to Yoongi instead of Jimin, his hand placed onto Yoongi’s thigh to keep himself grounded. “Close your eyes and relax,” Jimin ordered and held up the vessel high up over Namjoon’s body turning to Yoongi, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” He had noticed how Namjoon was seeking comfort through staying close to him and it had him feeling even more protective. “It's Alright, Namjoon. You are safe with us.” While Jimin started chanting, pouring oil over his hands to warm it up Yoongi gave the instructions. “We will start at your head and then go down to your feet. it will stimulate the blood circulation and drain your Lymph system so you should drink lots of fluids after this. We'll prepare cleansing tea and lemon water for you. While we're working you should keep your eyes closed. Imagine how everything dark and vile is leaving your body through your feet. Breathe deeply, down into the pit if your stomach. Every time you breathe in imagine inhaling violet flames that fill your whole body, transforming everything you don't need into pure light. Every time you breathe out exhale the old flames and inhale new ones. If anything feels wrong or you have to stop try to find out if it's really you or the curse speaking. Though if you really can't do it just tell me and we'll stop immediately. I've got you. You won't be harmed.”

Namjoon nodded, twitching when the first drop of oil touched his body. Closing his eyes, Namjoon took a deep breath, “Okay. I-I am ready.”

It was what Jimin needed to hear making the love witch start pouring oil onto Yoongi’s hands and then place one hand on Namjoon’s cheek. Namjoon felt awfully out of place, trying not to think about the current situation too much.

Two, very handsome witches, oiling him up while he was naked.

They were chanting a tune, something soft and melodic and Namjoon switched his focus onto the sound. There was a warmth spreading through his body whenever their hands were touching his body, like little sparks flying until they grew stronger and the magic began flowing through his body meeting the curse. Namjoon screamed out in pain, writhing under their hold.

“Shit!” Yoongi cursed and immediately put a hand over his mouth. He wasn't supposed to curse or feel anything that could spoil the purity of their spell. But he hadn't expected Namjoon to react so violently, maybe some mild discomfort but not…this. He was writhing under their hands and Yoongi felt guilty for not doing this sooner, for taking too long, for cursing Namjoon in the first place. “I'm sorry, Namjoon. I'm so sorry!”

Jimin’s hand snapped forward, holding onto Yoongi’s wrist, “Don’t stop! It’s the curse reacting to the purity. It’s not him. You know it, you’ve done this before.” The love witch looked at his friend in a mixture of confusion and eagerness, helping him place his hands back on Namjoon’s chest and nodding reassuringly. Jimin closed his eyes again, chanting the same spell repeatedly, trying to concentrate even more now that he had seen how hard it was for Yoongi.

“You can do this, Namjoon,” Jimin whispered, letting his hands wander further down his body, rubbing the oil into his body. Namjoon was trying his best to concentrate on the voices and ignore the pain in his shoulder blade and arm, where the curse had manifested itself in black streaks forming almost beautiful symbols and patterns. “Just fucking get it over with now!” He hissed and Jimin giggled in response, taking Yoongi’s wrist to shook him out of his stupor, “C’mon, it’s not much anymore.” The lights around them were flickering and even Jungkook was holding his breath, while Hobi was next to him meowing in distress, a small, green turtle on his back that had tucked his head in.

Jimin was leading Yoongi’s hand, feeling him tremble and seeing the worry in his eyes. “Focus, witch!” Jimin reminded him once more and urged Yoongi on to rub the oil into Namjoon’s thighs that began to shiver. “Everything needs to be covered,” Jimin ordered, letting his own hands soothe down the human’s thighs as he closed his eyes again, chanting the spell once more. With Jimin’s guidance he managed to pull through without getting distracted by his own emotions. Together they finished the full ritual, covering Namjoon completely with their magic (except for his private parts, Yoongi had drawn the line at that). It didn’t take that long, but he nonetheless felt exhausted afterwards which wasn’t a good sign because it meant that it had taken a lot of energy from them both to purify the curse. Though it also meant that it must have an effect on Namjoons body as the magic couldn’t have just vanished into thin air. While Jimin was opening the circle, releasing the elements from their protection and Jungkook from his watch Yoongi helped Namjoon up and gave him a bathrobe to cover himself up with (in case he didn’t want to get oil on his clothes). “How are you feeling? Did it lift some of the darkness from your mind?”

Namjoon rolled up the sleeve of the bathrobe to look at the curse that was still beating under his wrist – only now it didn’t feel so heavy, not as strong as before. “I feel…weird,” He rubbed over his face with the palm of his bathrobe to get rid of some of the oil. “I don’t know,” Furrowing his brows into a deep crease the human could feel the headache settling in, the lack of water showing it’s affects quickly making him feel dizzy and way too wobbly on his feet. “I just want to lay down.”

“It’s okay, you did really well. Thank you for trusting us with this.” He gave the other two a sign that he would take care of Namjoon first and help them cleaning up later and then led Namjoon back to his room where he sat him down. “Just stay put, I’ll be back in a sec with some water and then you can rest a bit and drink some more until you’re well rested enough to tackle the full problem. We weakened the curse and while you rest and become even stronger we three will throw our magic together and create a spell that will fix it permanently so when you wake up we’re good to go and we might be able to get you home in your own bed by tonight.” He smiled as if it was his own life that would be saved by the current development. Namjoon’s hand snapped forward, slowly wrapping his fingers around Yoongi’s delicate wrist. “Please, don’t go…” He looked up at Yoongi, his voice sounding a bit hoarse, “Can’t you just…magically let water appear?” A soft chuckle came from him, “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stand for too long and I’d like to take a shower. Just to make sure that I’m not…just wait, here, please. I’m…feeling a bit dizzy. Please, stay.”

Yoongi frowned. “I.. I can’t right now. Or I could try but it would spill all over I guess. Doing magic is like.. you could compare it to sports, if you did an intense session you might feel a little weak for a while and your muscles might give in so you can’t do normal tasks as well that you would normally ace.” He helped Namjoon up again. “But I can bring you to the bathroom where you can shower and the water’s drinkable. It all comes from a clear well that Jungkook also uses to water his beloved plants with.”

“Thank you,” Namjoon answered with a smile. His hand found its way to Yoongi’s without any hesitation. It felt normal to do so. Their hands fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. While Namjoon was cleaning himself up, drinking almost a liter of water after his shower, Jimin was studying a spell making Jungkook take notes from time to time downstairs.

“Mh,” Jimin leaned back, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “I never thought I would witness this.” Jungkook turned around, placing his familiar into the little pocket of his shirt, who was cocking his head over the fabric cutely, “What do you mean?”

“Just…Yoongi, you know.”

“What about him?”

“Yoongi is falling in love…,” The love witch cocked his head to the side as a smile brightened up his whole expression, while Jungkook’s jaw dropped as he stared at the closed door where only minutes ago Yoongi had vanished into. “No way.”

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Cinnamon and fairy dust | Pt. 3

• Pairing: elf!Jungkook x Taehyung • Genre: Fluff (with a little bit of angst) | elf!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 7,5k | Co-Writer: Cat @cassiavioletblue ↳ (AO3) • Disclaimer: mentioning of violence / smut

↳ There are no things such as fairy tales, magical reindeers that could fly, fairies and Christmas elves - at least Taehyung believed so. But everything was about to change, when Jungkook offered him shelter from a snowstorm and a sweet, hot cocoa, wondering about the boy who hated Christmas so much. Nothing that a bit of fairy dust couldn’t fix, right?

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Taehyung groaned, feeling somehow hovering over him as he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, the memory of what had happened coming back to him just slowly. Reaching out for the person in front of him, he grabbed Jungkook by his shirt, accidentally pulling him a little closer.

Jungkook made a surprised little squealing sound, placing his palms right and left from Tae on the floor to keep himself from being pulled down completely. Tae still seemed pretty out of it and Jungkook simply stared at him, with his impossibly wide does-like eyes, hoping that Taehyung would come back to his senses soon - and that Yoongi’s fairy dust had been activated later so that Tae wouldn’t remember anything now except that he had invited Jungkook to the Christmas market.

Tae looked up at Jungkook, groaning when he felt the piercing pain in the back of his head again. “Did…did I faint…again?” Taehyung mumbled, still not letting go of Jungkook, “What…what happened?” Gazing into Jungkook’s eyes, he was still holding onto the younger’s shirt. They were so close to each other and suddenly Taehyung’s heart was beating fast and he avoided Jungkook’s gaze.

Trying to look somewhere else, Taehyung was recollecting and suddenly his eyes grew wide. He had seen Jungkook’s friend turn from a little fairy into a human…with wings. Right in front of him. And he had thrown fairy dust at him. He still couldn’t figure out why and for what reason, but just as he wanted to ask Jungkook about it, Taehyung noticed something.

“Yeah, you kind of fainted again. You were probably still dizzy…and …ha…hallucinating...” Jungkook was sweating. Yoongi had told him to fix this so that’s what he would do. He tried to steal himself internally and lie or be persuasive and manipulative - or whatever else he needed to be. The only downside was that Taehyung didn't even seem to listen to him, instead he was staring somewhere below his temple…

Tae had never been so close to the younger, his long, curly hair, always hiding his ears but now Taehyung could see them perfectly. Taehyung held his breath, slowly reaching out for the younger. Jungkook swallowed hard, completely blank of what to do now.

“Jungkook,” He breathed out, “This…you…” His eyes were flickering back and forth between his eyes and the pointy ears as he cupped Jungkook’s cheek softly. Carefully, Taehyung let his hand wander up to the ear. It was absolutely breathtaking, and Taehyung was marveling at the beauty, “Are you…”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide in shock when he realized what Tae was about to do and what he was reaching for. He was unable to react, body trembling helplessly as Tae’s fingers inched closer to his ear. “N…no, please...don't.”

Taehyung stopped what he was doing right away, looking at Jungkook worriedly. His heart was beating fast against his chest and he still felt a little dizzy, as he let his hand fall down Jungkook’s neck and further away from his ears. Nonetheless he had seen them. “Jungkook…are you a…fairy, too?” He asked a little too breathless.

Jungkook mind went into overdrive immediately. Tae wasn't carefully asking or doubting his own eyes as he should as a human, instead he seemed pretty damn sure of what he had seen which meant that there was no way for Jungkook to make him believe what he had seen was just a side effect of his dizziness. But he couldn't just give up, their lives, their existences were at stake here, he had to at least try! ”Wha... what are you talking about? I’m not a fairy Fairies don’t...they don't exist!”

Taehyung sat up a little more, reaching out for Jungkook’s arm to steady himself. He was gazing deep into Jungkook’s eyes with furrowed brows, biting his lip anxiously.

“But…your friend…I’ve seen it…,” Taehyung said and shook his head, “I’m not going crazy Jungkook. You have seen the wings! And your ears…they are…” Wanting to reach out, Taehyung cupped the younger’s cheek again to keep him close to him. Slowly and very carefully, he pushed a few strands of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, brushing it lightly, “It’s true…what they say…there were fairies with you in the forest, too. The forest…” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with wide eyes, when the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. All of the stories were true. Maybe not the scary and bloody parts but the one’s about magical creatures.

“No! No, that was just... your medication...the meds...the side effects of your pain medication. There were no wings, no dust, nothing magical at all! “ His voice died out into a pathetic whimper when Taehyung brushed the tip of his ear. “It’s...it’s just an ugly deformation, it’s nothing inhuman, it doesn’t mean anything! I’m not... I can’t…” He shuddered again, too aware of the fact that he was alone with Tae right now, Yoongi needed to warn the other fairies right away about someone knowing so they were prepared if someone came for them, he totally understood that, but still…he was alone…all alone...and Tae knew! He tried to inch away from Tae, fear evident in his eyes. “Please don’t hurt me!” His voice was barely a whisper but still full of horror.

“It’s not…ugly,” Taehyung shook his head, not really understanding why Jungkook was so afraid. The younger was practically shaking and he wasn’t sure how to make him feel better. “I won’t…I don’t want to hurt you…,” He took his hand away from Jungkook, realizing that he was the one scaring him. The second he had let go, Jungkook jumped away from him, looking at him in panic and fear.

Taehyung wasn't threatening him at all but Jungkook still started crying. He had been supposed to make it better, not worse. He had more or less told Tae that his suspicion were true with how he had reacted to him. Yoongi would be so disappointed in him.

“He…hey,” Taehyung said in a calm voice, “I...I don’t want to hurt you. Jungkook…please, what’s going on here? What happened in the forest? Are there more of you?” He took a step closer towards Jungkook, his hands still where the other could see them.

Jungkook just shook his head, promising to himself to not tell a single word about the fairies to not risk them further. It could all be a trick. Or maybe the curiosity would need a little while to develop in Tae. But when he realized how much money and fame he could get if he capture even a single one of them he might just react how most people did; with greed and cruelty.

“Jungkook…,” Taehyung was saying his name so softly, wanting to reach for him but he wasn’t sure if the younger would let him. He seemed awfully lost in his own mind, tears falling down his cheeks. “I didn’t want to make you cry…or scared. I’m sorry,” Taehyung apologized, trying to make Jungkook look at him. “Please, tell me what’s going on…maybe I can…I don’t know,” He was getting frustrated and his head was pounding, while Jungkook looked like he was ready to bolt out on him. “Maybe I can help you,” Taehyung finished lamely, before looking at Jungkook with sad eyes, taking another step closer to him.

That one step was a step too much.

The second Tae came closer Jungkook's tension just snapped and he turned, pushing the door open recklessly and running out into the night. He left everything behind, his stuff, the bakery, everything he owned. But this way it was safer. He would get Yoongi and the fairies and even though Yoongi would be sad because he had loved his home here it was better being lost and homeless than dead or dissected or being some kind of scientific lab rat.

All the stories about humans and their cruelty pushed to the surface of his mind while he ran, about kids ripping out fairy wings for fun, about women expecting the fairies to fulfill their wishes, keeping them in a jar and getting angry when they couldn't work the magic they wanted, letting them suffocate in there, about men seeing their beauty and wanting to either own or destroy them...he pressed a hand against his ear, feeling the phantom pain of a cut. When he finally reached Yoongi he was completely out of it.

Taehyung had called after Jungkook, watching him run away from him…again. At first Taehyung thought about running after him, but then he discarded his thought. Jungkook had feared him. Immensely. Though he didn’t understand why, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to run after him right now. Instead Taehyung sighed deeply and closed the door of the bakery behind him, testing if it was really closed. What a night it had been.

When Jungkook finally stopped in front of Yoongi he was both relieved and utterly ashamed. He longed for the safety of Yoongi's embrace but feared the disappointment in his eyes.

Yoongi soared down, right in front of Jungkook’s face, the second the younger was in the forest again.

“I hope you took care of the human?” Yoongi asked with his arms crossed in front of his chest, “Because I am telling you one thing right now. We’re not leaving this forest. No! You want to be old enough? An adult? Then fix this!” When Yoongi saw the tears on Jungkook’s cheeks though, he quickly turned himself into human-size again, pulling the boy closer into his embrace, despite his anger.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I couldn't… I swear I tried, I really… he knows. Everything! He said he wouldn't hurt me or…but what if he’ll come after me? He knows where you all live! I’m sorry Yoongi, I’m so very sorry!” Yoongi caressed over Jungkook’s hair, soothing the younger. “C’mon, let’s get somewhere more…excluded so…the others don’t hear,” Yoongi said and pulled Jungkook off him a little, dragging him along by his hand, “I don’t want them to panic.”

The fairy pushed Jungkook down to sit on a tree stump, not caring if the snow was wetting Jungkook’s clothes. Wiping over his cheeks, Yoongi smiled faintly, “Well…either way, you…or we have to fix this. I don’t know what to do…” He sighed deeply, raking his hand through his hair as he walked up and down to get rid of the tension. “Why didn’t my magic work? It always works?” He asked Jungkook, stopping in front of the younger again.

Jungkook swallowed down his tears, trying to be rational and not the emotional mess he was right now. It only worked partly.

“Maybe he’s immune to it? Humans can have the strangest allergies - and also immunities. Maybe that’s his? Immunity to fairy dust?” What a completely messy case of bad luck that would be! Jungkook leaned his head against Yoongi’s shoulder trying to soak up the comfort like a sponge. He was so glad that Yoongi hadn’t yelled at him. He had no idea where the fairy got his optimism from, but he was willing to do whatever was necessary so that the fairies could stay in their tree.

Yoongi turned a little, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks to make the younger look at him. His expression gotten a lot more serious. “He doesn’t live here, right? He must go home sooner or later…so we just have to stay calm. I’ll stay in the forest and you…just keep to yourself…just like you did before,” Yoongi said, before his voice got more serious. The fairy took a deep breath, asking Jungkook carefully, “Tell me in all honesty…and please, listen to your instincts here…do you think, really think that Taehyung will hurt any of us?”

Jungkook just looked at him, the inner conflict obviously raging behind his eyes. “I... I don't know! I… My heart says no but I always see the good in people and that had proved to be the wrong approach before. However, if he had wanted to hurt me he could have just overpowered me in the kitchen, right on that floor and then do whatever to me. Instead he was… nice. Gentle. Do you… do you think we can trust him?”

The fairy shrugged his shoulder. “All I know is, that it doesn’t make sense to me,” He ruffled through Jungkook’s hair lovingly, pulling the younger closer, “He could have said something in the forest already…and he didn’t. He was more concerned about me being your boyfriend than anything else.” Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance at the thought. “Anyways, I think it’s best if you just keep to yourself for a while…just until he’s gone. If…if something happens before…then I’ll be there, okay?” He caressed over Jungkook’s arm sweetly.

“Yeah, okay.” Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, completely trusting. Yoongi was something like an older brother to him, someone strong and protective but also warm and loving. Without him he would be pretty much lost. The thought of running into Taehyung was both terrifying and exciting because he didn’t know how the other would react or how he would cope with this - but never seeing Tae again seemed like a horrible dull and lonely life.

On the other side of town, Taehyung was biting his lip deep in thought, his hands wrapped around a warm cup of coffee while he mindlessly watched his mother walk around the kitchen before she retreated to her bedroom. She had wondered where he had been and why he had a bruise on his head. He quickly had to come up with a lie, as telling her that he might have seen a fairy and that’s why he had fainted twice tonight wasn’t really a good excuse.

No matter what he did, though, Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook. He was worried about the younger. Why did he run away from him? Was he scared that Taehyung could hurt him? Or tell anyone what he was? But Taehyung didn’t even know himself. It made absolutely no sense to him. The pointy ears. The fairy that Jungkook called his friend.

The headache was only getting worse and Taehyung set his mind on confronting the young baker the next day. He owed him at least a few explanations, right?

Unluckily for Taehyung though, Jungkook didn’t open the bakery the next day. And even when he went around the shop, knocking on the window and peeking inside he couldn’t see the younger anywhere. He called out for the younger, thinking that if he was hiding, that maybe he could hear him and come out.

“Jungkook, please talk to me!” He said and knocked again, “I’m so sorry for what happened last night. I really am. I didn’t want to scare you and…and if you don’t want to see me again…” His heart was aching out of a sudden and Taehyung feared that Jungkook wanted exactly that. What if Jungkook was gone? For good? And he would never see him again? Cursing under his breath, he kicked against the sidewalk almost slipping on the snow. Why was he so invested in the other? How could one boy turn his world upside down so fast? Taehyung groaned in frustration, promising to come back the next day again…and if he had to, he would come by every day. Just when he turned again, his gaze low, he noticed something in the corner of his eyes.

Jungkook had slept in the forest that night, just to be sure and because he knew he wouldn't have slept a single second inside the bakery with knowing there could be people coming for him at any given second. Although sooner or later he would have to go back and face the situation but as he was still nervous about this whole thing he had procrastinated so long that it was almost mid-morning before he managed to get back. He didn't get very far though. Before he could open the shop, he saw Tae standing there, right at the back-door!

“Jungkook!” Taehyung said with a smile, fighting the urge to run up to the other when he saw the boy a few meters away from him, “Hey…”

Taehyung’s heart was beating fast, as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. He had thought about this situation a million times last night, but now he wasn’t so sure how to approach the situation. If Jungkook really was a fairy...or any other magical creature...then...Taehyung shook his head. He still wasn’t sure what had happened last night. He needed an explanation and he needed to talk to Jungkook.

“Are…are you okay?” Taehyung spoke up again, taking a few steps closer to the young boy, “I am sorry…again, for what happened last night. I didn’t want to scare you.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to talk to him and tell him that he was fine and that everything was a mistake - but he couldn’t he simply couldn’t. He was torn between telling Taehyung lies as he was supposed to, between just letting everything out and trusting his gut and going against his instinct of survival through hiding, there we just so many ways he could react and how this could turn out and he felt horribly overwhelmed. He could feel his resolve crumbling and his will to talk this out and be strong was broken to pieces within minutes. He was scared to fuck this up, terrified of the possible consequences, he was hoping for Tae to be as nice as he had thought him to be but the little voice telling him to not risk it and just get the fuck out of this situation was stronger.

Again.

Jungkook shook his head when his went backwards, on, two stumbling steps before he got stable. “I...I’m... so sorry Tae but... I can’t... I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry, I’m really... I’m sorry...” He turned and ran, giving in to the urge to get away from this as fast and far as possible.

But Taehyung reacted faster this time. So, when Jungkook started running, he was right on his foot, trying to reach out for him. He was stumbling behind after Jungkook calling out for the younger.

“Shit,” He cursed when he almost slipped again, but he kept his speed up, “Jungkook! Please! Stop running! I won’t…hurt you! Please listen to me...” The younger was really fast but he underestimated Taehyung’s determination in this. He needed to talk to the other, to make this right. Jungkook was inhumanly fast and the older had a hard time keeping up with him, nonetheless he jumped over stones and around trees just like Jungkook did. “God damn it, Jungkook! Let me...let me talk to you,” He called out for him again, hoping the younger would give in.

He knew that Tae was following him because he had left him twice in just a few hours and Tae certainly wanted answers, but he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t face this! He was too scared that everything would go to hell and the fairies would be homeless, he too, but the worst part would be his heart being broken. How should he be able to take it if Tae turned out to be just like all the other human’s? He would never be able to trust anyone again. But...Tae was different , this time it would be fine right? He wouldn’t... but what if he did? And what if... Jungkook closed his eyes, shaking his head to get the thoughts out of his head but it didn’t work, it only slowed him down and made him stumble over some roots. He gasped when he heard Taehyung coming closer. The other was almost catching up to him! He couldn’t... he needed to get away!

Just…away.

Yoongi saw Jungkook running towards him from far away already and he was starting to panic immediately, when he saw Taehyung chasing the elf. He put two fingers between his lips and whistled loudly, calling for all the magical creatures around to make sure the human wouldn’t make it far.

Hearing Yoongi’s whistling code, a universal call for help, Jungkook automatically slowed down, his fear simmering down to something more bearable. He wouldn’t be alone in this. His friends would be there to help.

The first one’s that were attacking Taehyung were little fairies flying towards him. They were poking him, biting him, tearing at his clothes to keep him from running faster and throwing fairy dust at him to make him stumble. He was rubbing his eyes, blinking furiously to see in front of him.

“Fuck, please, stop ahh,” Taehyung whined in distress, waving his arms around a little but he didn’t want to hurt the creatures, not one bit, so endured it. He just wanted to talk to Jungkook. “Please, just let me...I don’t want to hurt you guys, please,” Being so distracted by the creatures buzzing around him and pulling at him, he didn’t see, when a wood fairy made the root from a tree poke out of the snow, so Taehyung was falling head first, stumbling into the snow and dirt.

“Jungk- ahgrh,” He choked on his words, as he could feel the burn, the scratches on his hand and face, all while he was shivering from the cold and wetness. Taehyung got up fast again, orientating himself quickly. “Please, just let me talk to him,” He mumbled, screaming out when a fairy bit into shoulder, but Taehyung caught it by his waist fast, in between two fingers and pulled it off him – quietly apologizing to the small creature, who was throwing it’s little fists at the human.

Jungkook had been sure that Tae would turn around and get back the second he came in contact with the fairies, scared of the unknown like everyone else of the human race. Instead Tae only got more insistent, still trying to talk to him but this time it sounded like he wouldn’t let Jungkook get away. He was starting to get slower, body exhausted from the inner turmoil and all the running. So, Tae must be exhausted too, way more than him actually. Still the human kept fighting to get closer to him.

Tae kept on running. Faster. Panting heavily. It felt like the trees were closing in on him, the branches ripping his clothes and it felt like the whole forest was against him. There was an owl flying closely over his head, it’s claws way too close and Taehyung had to duck. Nonetheless he didn’t keep Jungkook out of focus, though the other was pretty fast and far ahead. By now there were various of animals chasing him and each time Taehyung turned around, he wasn’t sure who was the one chasing who now. The fairies were still flying around his head, making it harder for him to see where he was going.

As the forest was sensing Jungkook’s rising panic and confusion it attacked Tae just like that - random, harsh, lashing out with something akin to desperation. Acting like a mirror of Jungkook’s feelings.

“Jungkook! Listen to me, please,” He called out for him again, when suddenly something jumped out of the woods, right in front of him. A deer!

It’s hoofs were stomping into the snow and slowly walking towards Taehyung who came to a halt right away. He brought his hands up in defense, taking a few steps back.

“Please...I’m not sure if you understand me...but I don’t want to hurt Jungkook,” He said calmly, his voice sounding breathless, “I like him…I really do. I just want to understand...:” Taehyung’s gaze was fixated on the antler of the deer, which was mighty and making him gulp heavily against the lump in his throat. He really didn’t want to end up getting impaled tonight.

Taehyung sounded desperate too - and despite better judgement Jungkook stopped as soon as he saw that the deer had fixated Tae and practically immobile. He should run now, while it was impossible for Tae to follow him - but then he still wouldn’t know how to continue further. He would be right where he started: Afraid and completely without any clue what to do, which path to choose and what consequences to fear (instead of just getting insane from suppressing and avoiding any confrontation with Tae and therefore staying in the dark of what he was going to do about Jungkook being not human).

When Taehyung called for Jungkook once more, the deer was stomping onto the ground, making him back up slowly, just until he could feel a tree against his back and before he could do anything else, there were fairies all around him again. They were throwing dust at him, making Taehyung cough and choke up on the glittery stuff.

When he was blinking his eyes open again the deer was so close to him that there was no way he could run away, before the antler would pierce right through him. “Ju-,” He choked on some fairy dust again, “Jungkook, please...talk to me.” Taehyung was freezing, his sweatshirt was completely ripped, and he could see the scratches from the fairies and whatever else that had attacked him and had tried to keep him from running further, on his chest. He hadn’t stopped them, way too scared he could hurt one of the small creatures. They were Jungkook’s friends and Taehyung knew, they only wanted to protect the young boy.

The elf stood completely still, watching, observing, grateful for the forest and its habit helping to keep him safe. But... something didn’t sit right with him. It wasn’t the forest’s fault, it had definitely done its best and Jungkook wanted to thank every little (furry) friend and creature for that - but Tae was hurting. And he wasn’t supposed to hurt. Ever. Especially not because of him.

Taehyung defeatedly let his hands fall, lowering his gaze. He could feel the wet, shiny snout of the deer poking him, the antler way too close to his face while it was staring him down. “I’m sorry,” Taehyung said, looking at one of the fairies. He had lost Jungkook out of sight and the magical creatures were far more and probably could overpower him easily (even though the fairy dust seemingly had no effect on him - so much did he understood by now).

“That I scared you guys, I mean…,” Taehyung said, wanting to take another step back but he was already closed in completely. Taehyung’s hands were shaking as he looked around, seeing all the animals and magical creatures hissing at him, staring him down. He felt like a deranged version of a trapped Snow White in the forest right now. Taehyung would have laughed if he wasn’t so god damn anxious right now. He had lost Jungkook. There was no way they would let him through. Taehyung was trapped.

Hiding behind a tree so Taehyung couldn’t see him Jungkook considered just waiting and doing nothing, letting the animals scare Tae away and the roots of the trees keep him from ever entering the forest ever again. But he knew that this would be a permanent decision if he decided on that order. Trees were excellent at remembering. They weaved knowledge into their barks and they would always react to Tae with wariness if Jungkook would ask them to chase the human away like a criminal. Maybe he could just... stop here and Tae would go back home and…and maybe Jungkook could try to talk tomorrow again?

Taehyung’s chest was heaving heavily with every breath he took. Leaning his head back, he groaned desperately. He wasn’t sure what to do now? It didn’t seem like they would let him go further into the forest, instead he was completely locked in. “Please, guys, I really didn’t mean to scare you,” Taehyung pulled at his ripped shirt to cover his chest a little more, “I am sorry. If…if you see Jungkook…can you tell him that? That I am sorry…and that I didn’t mean to hurt him ever…and if he…he never wants to see me again then…” Taehyung wasn’t so sure if what he was saying was making sense, but he couldn’t bare the silence.

Taehyung sounded as sad as Jungkook had felt when he had thought about how he might never see Tae again. Even though he wanted to. To see him and be seen. Though he could never fully let Tae in before, always invested in hiding his true nature. He would never find peace and get rid of all the what ifs if he continued to run. And was heartbreak really worse than this constant insecurity and chaos inside his mind?

Jungkook swallowed drily before slowly, carefully getting out of his hiding spot. He kept his distance safely, a good five meters away from Tae with all his little helpers in between them. But he let Taehyung see him. For what he was. He had lost the cap somewhere on the run. So, his ears were plain visible in the soft morning light of the forest.

“You…you don’t have to send me messages. I can hear you,” He said, trying to be controlled and intimidating but failing horrendously at it.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung gasped his name when he saw the younger, standing there in the middle of the creatures, that were surrounding him making him almost look like a fairy prince, or elf prince or wood fairy prince or whatever he was. Taehyung still didn’t know.

His expression turned softer, the second Jungkook was talking to him and he instantly wanted to take a step closer to him if it wasn’t for the deer stopping him right away. “Okay, okay, got it…no coming closer,” He mumbled holding his hands up in defense. Both Jungkook and the deer had reacted the very second Taehyung moved but they calmed immediately when Tae got the hint and stayed put.

“Jungkook…what’s all of this?” He asked carefully, “Why do you keep on running away from me? Am I…am I on some weird magical Christmas land? What…what are you?” Taehyung’s heart was beating anxiously. He really wanted to know, but he also didn’t want Jungkook to bolt again. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” His voice was soft, and he was speaking honestly. How could he ever hurt something as soft and pure as Jungkook?

There was no point in lying now that he had shown himself to Tae. Besides that’s what he wanted to find out, right? How Tae would react to the truth. If he would call him names and see him as something inferior or study worthy or if he’d still be his friend. However, deciding something rationally and making your heart follow where two different things. So Jungkook had to bite his lip, hard, before he found the courage to speak. “I’m... I’m an elf. And this has nothing to do with Christmas. Or... not really. I can work some Christmas magic. But I... I’m like this all year. Magic, I mean. Not... not human.” Only now did he manage to look up into Tae’s face. “W...what should we do now?”

Taehyung looked at Jungkook with wide eyes, which were flickering between his ears and his eyes. “So…the stories…that people tell around here are partly true?” He asked curiously, “They keep you safe…so people don’t come here at night.” Nodding, Taehyung was thinking about the fact that the boy in front of him was an elf. A real elf. He couldn’t believe it, but still – he had seen it with his own eyes. He had seen the fairies and Jungkook’s ears. Magic was real.

He chuckled lightly, before smiling up at Jungkook, “I don’t know…but…” He paused, not really sure how to word the next sentence, but Taehyung felt like this was a make it or break it moment anyways. “I kind of like you…,” Taehyung spoke, his voice shaking from his anxiousness, “Like don’t get me wrong…you’re weird, but wonderfully weird. I wouldn’t have cared if you were an elf or not…when you said that your ears were a deformation…that they are ugly… I don’t think so.” A faint smile placed itself on Taehyung’s lips, before he was speaking right from his heart, “I think you’re the most beautiful…boy …I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook listened to Tae with wide eyes, so much tension in his body that he was practically trembling from it. “You… you don‘t mind? You really would still want to be my... friend? Even though you have no idea about what I might be capable off?“ When Tae still didn‘t showed any signs of worry or disgust Jungkook dared to come closer, so close that he could reach out and touch Taehyung if he wanted. And he really wanted to...quickly he let his hands fall by his sides before he would get himself into trouble. “Oh,” Taehyung rubbed his neck awkwardly. He hadn’t thought about the things Jungkook could do to him. Like…if he had magical powers, Jungkook could use them against him. Taehyung shrugged his shoulders nonetheless, “I didn’t think about what you’re capable off that much…actually. I was more scared that you didn’t want to talk to me, or see me again, I guess – but I trust you.”

“Don’t worry. I actually tried magic on you the very first day we met. I always use a little Christmas magic in my cookies. But apparently not even magic can make you like Christmas.” He chuckled a little, trying to ignore the part of him that freaked out about the fact that he was telling someone his secrets so casually. But if he wanted to trust Tae then he needed to start open up, no matter how scared he was about consequences.

“I‘m sorry I kept running from you. I just... I was pretty damn scared. Although you can believe me when I say that if you‘re like me, then you should be. Because one little mistake or trusting the wrong person for even one single time could lead to a lifetime full of pure torture or death. Depending to whom you‘re going to be sold to; the press, a private collector, science...” The list could go on endlessly. Magical secrets in the form of beautiful creatures practically had no limit on price or potential buyers... He blushed a little when Taehyung called him beautiful but tried not to let it affect him too much. It didn’t have to mean anything.

Taehyung dared to take a little step closer, his body shivering, though he wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or from the nervousness. He reached out his hand for Jungkook to take if he wanted to. “Don’t you want to introduce me to your friends…properly?” He said, biting his lip to keep from smiling. Taehyung really needed to get a hold on his feelings, or else he would lose himself completely in this and in Jungkook’s eyes.

Taehyung’s simple statement warmed his heart. It was as if the human really didn’t have any ulterior motives behind the kindness he showed. And if that was true - then Jungkook was more than willing to show Tae every part of his life.

Jungkook kneeled down at the deer’s side and kissed his head, thankful for the protection. “You can let him go now. I think he won’t hurt me. Thank you so much for coming.” He rubbed the deer’s flank the way he knew it enjoyed it most and then went on to thank the others as well. The deer took its time to stalk a little closer to Tae and sniff at him carefully. When Tae didn’t move and didn’t seem that dangerous it even dared to inspect Tae’s face, giving him a wet deer kiss by accident. Jungkook tried his best to hide his smile at Tae’s face. “I don’t think there’s much introduction necessary as you seem to make friends pretty quickly yourself.” He was a bit afraid to really take Tae’s hand yet but he didn’t want to ignore Tae completely, so he just stood there a bit awkwardly, trying not to show how insecure he still was.

“If those people, creatures or fairies aren’t chasing me,” Taehyung chuckled, thankful for the deer that let him finally take a step closer to Jungkook. He noticed the hesitation from Jungkook, so he took the initiative while still being gingerly. The human let his fingers brush over the elf’s lightly, looking up at him with a smile.

Jungkook held his breath when their fingers brushed but as Tae didn’t push further or acted suspicious in any other way the elf finally let go of his last remnants of reluctance that he still had. Their fingers intertwined, and it felt absolutely right. Jungkook sighed as the gentle intimacy soothed his heart. He hadn’t had this for ages. Yoongi was the only one who cared for him, but he couldn’t let anyone else get to close. Till now.

“Can I... would it be okay if I hugged you?” He sounded as shy and small as he felt right now. A little gasp fell from the woods, then giggles were audible. Taehyung looked up seeing the fairies that were still around, watching their friend closely. He couldn’t help but smile fondly, before turning back to Jungkook.

“Of course,” He whispered, only letting go of Jungkook’s hand, so he could hug him. Taking a step closer to the younger, he let Jungkook wrap his arms shyly around his body, while Taehyung closed his around him. Safe and sound. Taehyung closed his eyes, loving the warmth that Jungkook was providing (he had forgotten how cold he felt right now). His heart was beating faster with Jungkook being so close right now and if the younger laid his head on his chest, it probably would jump out at him. He was just so happy right now.

All the tension that he’s hold in so long drained out of his body when Jungkook felt Tae’s arms closing around him; tightly but not suffocating, strong but protecting rather than intimidating. He felt safe. When he put his head on Tae’s shoulder his ear brushed Tae’s bare skin and he shuddered a second, relaxing immediately when nothing happened. He could feel himself tearing up from too many emotions overwhelming him but instead of letting go he only held on tighter. He didn’t mind all the curious fairies flying around their heads, trying to get a closer look, giggling and whispering, their laugh like wind chimes and little bells. This wasn’t just about him, if Tae proofed to be their companion rather than an enemy it meant the world to them too.

Taehyung soothed over Jungkook’s back, letting the younger take his time and…maybe…he liked this a little too much. “Thank you,” Tae whispered just for Jungkook to hear. He would keep the younger and the fairies safe. Why wouldn’t he? He liked the other way too much already. It was confusing him a lot, but it felt too good not to.

Jungkook felt like he was the one who should thank Tae instead. The human’s had his whole world in his hands and the power to destroy it. But instead of going for that he chose to ignore fame and fortune. For the sake of Jungkook and the fairies well beings. Before he could voice his thoughts however something was poking and prodding at his chest and he jerked back.

A sudden loud squeak, coming from somewhere close to Jungkook’s chest, made Taehyung open his eyes again. Furrowing his brows, he looked down, seeing something move in Jungkook shirt pocket and Tae quickly pulled the elf away a little.

“Oh, be careful,” He said, letting one arm fall down his shoulders and to Jungkook’s hand again casually while he reached for the pocket to open it a bit more. An overdramatic gasp fell from Yoongi’s lips, when he peeked out of the pocket, letting himself hang over the fabric, coughing and gasping for air.

“Yoongi! How... why would you...”

Yoongi was cursing and clamoring like a reed sparrow, noisy little things, just like the fairy who was brushing off his wings and fidgeting in Jungkook's pocket as if he had been...Oh!

Jungkook realized that he definitely crushed the older a little while hugging Tae. But if he had known the fairy was there he could have been more careful, so it wasn’t really his fault. With an amused expression he picked Yoongi up and sat him down on the palm of his hand. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in there?”

Yoongi looked at him reproachfully. “Because I knew someone had to keep you from making mistakes! Like this one!” He pointed right at Tae’s face, almost poking him in the eye. “Are you out of your mind, Kook, you can’t just...”

Jungkook’s ears turned red as he felt embarrassed for Tae having to listen to it, so he turned around, trying to hide their conversation from Tae. Still with being so close the human could hear every whisper.

“Yoongi, stop, please... can we discuss this somewhen else please? I’ve made my decision. And it's not like you can do anything about it anyway. Your fairy dust doesn’t work on him and... he hasn’t hurt me now so why should he do it later?” Yoongi stopped in his rant, his expression suddenly softening. “Oh Kookie...” He broke off, seeing how happy the younger was, how hopeful, how being accepted made his eyes shine and his heart open like a flower. Yoongi ached for him, for his vulnerability, for his poor, soft, tender heart.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s ... not talk about this right now.” How should he tell him that humans could lie so easily? That Tae could just as well be toying with him for the fun of it? Or use him until he got bored to just sell him out later? It would break Jungkook's heart - and ruin his happiness right now for sure. So apparently it was on him again to take care of the elf, to make sure that in the end he wouldn’t have to see him broken and bleeding again.

Taehyung had turned around a little, to not eavesdrop too much, talking to a little fairy who was begging him to bring him sugar cubes or any other kind of sugary sweets. Apparently, this was the way to the fairies heart, so Taehyung promised to bring some, earning a hug on the nose from the little creature.

It was as if the other fairies had just waited for a sign that it was safe to get closer to Tae. As soon as he got that nose hug lots of other fairies where flying towards him immediately, like moths to a flame or rather magnets being pulled together. Because they didn't stop in front of him, they all landed on him like they were bees and Tae their new hive. When Jungkook heard Tae’s shocked little sounds he turned - and broke into laughter right away.

Tae was flailing around, fairy dust flying everywhere while the fairies thought of it like a game, holding onto his arms to ride the air, laughing and stirring up fairy dust everywhere whenever they bumped into Tae again.

“Stop moving, Tae, they’re not attacking you. They’re playing with you. And healing their bites from before. They can be prickly little beasts if they want to, hu?” He ignored Yoongi pinching his palm and placed the fairy onto his shoulder, so he could help Tae brush of a little fairy dust. It was absolutely no use though because the other looked as if he had just lost a fight including glitter bombs. Jungkook couldn't contain his smirk, “It suits you. You should wear glitter more often.”

“If you want me to,” Taehyung winked playfully at Jungkook, thankful for his help and guidance in this. He looked down at his ripped shirt, letting his fingers trail over his skin where they had been scratches and little bites all over, but now they were gone. Just like that. His chest was still exposed, but Taehyung was sure he could manage this ripped look.

“I'm sure the fairies would happy to help anytime.” He chuckled at the thought of them pouring glitter over Tae again. Maybe they should come here more often, let the fairies have two people to play with instead of just him.

“Thank you!” Taehyung exclaimed happily towards the fairies, before he took Jungkook’s hand again, without thinking about it twice. “What do you think about some hot cocoa and cookies?” Taehyung asked Jungkook with a little shy smile, “I’m a bit cold and I could use some warmth…”

Jungkook playfully swung Tae’s hand back and forth, too overwhelmingly happy to contain it. “Yeah, that sounds perfect. I have cupcakes too though they aren’t that fresh, I made them yesterday evening...” Right before their exposure honestly, “Let’s see if we can get you into Christmas mood after all.”

A/N: Ahwwwww, aren’t they the cutest? AHgrhrgrhmhfreodahshoa I love the fairies honestly. And I really hope you liked this chapter, too! Leave us a comment or a message. We love reading your thoughts about the story! Next update will be out on monday!

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