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Caim | Final

• Pairing: Witch!Yoongi x Namjoon • Genre: Fluff/ a bit of angst | Witch!AU ( → Gifset Trailer) • Words: 18k | 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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Yoongi made sure to stay within reach while Namjoon was showering in case the other felt dizzy again and needed him to step in but after he had hydrated enough Namjoon seemed perfectly fine aside from a bit of tiredness maybe. While stepping out of the shower Namjoon knocked his elbow against the edge and Yoongi flinched with him, half way over to help until he remembered that he had seen Namjoon in his naked glory enough for today and should give the other some privacy. He turned deliberately and tried to stop himself from peaking nonetheless, half out of worry for the other and half because he just… looked amazing like this.

He fluffed up Namjoon’s pillow and waited until the other had laid down to drape the comforter over him. “I’ll be downstairs, just yell if you need me. Either me or Hoseok will hear it and be there immediately.”

Namjoon’s arm wrapped around Yoongi’s waist before the witch could take another step forward, “Can you please stay…the last time I rested…it had gotten worse again. Do you mind if you…” He propped himself up a little more, watching the witch nervously look around the room for somewhere he could sit but Namjoon only shook his head. “No, closer.”

Namjoon gulped against the lump in his throat, his heart beating nervously. But it felt right to ask Yoongi to stay close. Only a witch was able to work with the dark magic that was currently burning him up from the inside, though the effects of the purifying spell had settled in Namjoon was still scared. And the moment he closed his eyes he was easy prey for the darkness to swallow him.

“You want me to…” His eyes widened a little when he realized that Namjoon was asking him to lie down with him. He had told him that he would do whatever he could to make him feel safer and comfortable, so he swallowed hard and then tried to lie down besides Namjoon without it being awkward. Of course, it made this even more awkward because at first he tried to lie on top of the cover which felt strange, so he slipped under them, staying a few inches apart from Namjoon which somehow managed to accentuate even more how intimate this was. “Uhm, like... like this?” He asked, wondering when his voice had become so feeble.

Namjoon couldn’t help but laugh softly at Yoongi’s behavior. “Yeah, wait…” He reached out for him, pulling him closer and letting him rest on his arm that wasn’t cursed – yet. Yoongi felt so small in his hold and easy to move him around the way he wanted – maybe a little stiff, but Namjoon just shrugged it off. “This way you don’t touch the curse…” Namjoon’s voice was only a whisper, while his hand caressed over Yoongi’s hair lightly as he pulled back his cursed arm. “Don’t you think I should get a tattoo like this? I mean when it’s all over…maybe then I look more badass and not as boring. What do you think?”

Yoongi felt incredibly comfortable in Namjoon’s hold and he could feel his cheeks heating up as the other almost-hugged him. Without their weird circumstances, curse and all, he would have loved to do this casually. Though he wasn’t sure if he would have ever dared to cuddle up to Namjoon like this if not for fulfilling Namjoon’s request. “Not like you would need a tattoo to be interesting - but if you really want to do that then I’d suggest magic ink. Now that you’ve entered the world of magic anyways and will soon have battled a deadly curse you could easily go to the next level with that like... tattoo a demon contract onto your skin. Or create a permanent, a fancy looking cheat sheet of easy spells on your palm. Or get a soul bound.”

“A…what?” Namjoon blinked at him tiredly, “I don’t think I want any magic to be inked into my body for a while. This was…or is…interesting enough.” He cuddled a little bit closer, instinctively pulling Yoongi in even more under the blanket. “Why are you so cold?” He rubbed up and down Yoongi’s arms softly, wrapping his arms more tightly around the witch. “Is it because of the spell?” Namjoon yawned and nuzzled his face into Yoongi’s neck.

“I was jok...” The rest of his sentence kept stuck in his throat as Namjoon was practically feeling him up. Yes, he was cold because the spell had drained a big part of his energy but laying a while under the cover would have worked to warm him up as well. And now he had Namjoon’s body against his and the other’s mouth dangerously close at his neck. Namjoon had said it himself before, they barely even had a hand full of proper dates and even though he had seen Namjoon naked this was… different. The witch was as tight as a bowstring, his heart picking up speed as Namjoon’s breath fanned over his skin and had him shivering.

It didn’t take long for Namjoon to just fall asleep like this, his arms wrapped around Yoongi’s small waist. He was mumbling in his sleep, his hands wandering over the witch’s body all on their own. Yoongi tried to keep his breathing in check as Namjoon pulled him even closer in his sleep. This was ridiculously cliché, him being caught in his crush’s embrace while the other didn’t even realize what he was doing to him. If he hadn’t worried about Namjoon’s reaction to have magic used in him he would have happily sneaked out of the other’s hold by using some simple untangling spell.

Namjoon’s hand was wandering down to his waist even further, tightening his hold once more and pulling him in so that he had to actually hook up his leg to fit in his hold. His heart was threatening to jump out any second, but instead of that happening, Hobi jumped up on the bed, pushing Namjoon’s arm away from Yoongi with all of his might, making the human lay back onto his stomach.

“Really?” He meowed. The cat turned its head to the witch whose eyes were still wide in shock. “I mean, I’m all up for you getting some but it’s the curse… again. Don’t you see?” The cat carefully stood up on Namjoon’s stomach who was thankfully dead asleep to look at the black streaks pulsating from the arousal the human had felt. “It heightens everything he feels, I guess. Didn’t you oil him up properly?” He meowed and curled himself up in the little space between his owners and Namjoon’s body to create a little border between them. “This arm is safe,” He motioned towards the witch and where he had been resting his head and yawned, showing off his long, sharp teeth in the process.

Yoongi had never been so thankful for Hoseok’s cheeky interruptions. “Of course, I oiled him up properly I just…” He groaned. He had left out his ‘private parts’. So that’s where the curse was still active. It was making Namjoon greedy, restless, wanting. Lust was a ‘sin’ after all so the curse must revel in it. Next time he had to perform a spell to purify someone cursed (hopefully there would never be a next time ever again) he would ignore modesty and just go for it all the way or else he might end up getting groped again.

The rest of the night was pretty uneventful and the three of them actually had gotten some rest, while the other two witches had been working all night to create a spell. Namjoon woke up at the first sunlight peeking through the window, making him blink and turn his head. He jerked a little in surprise, when he saw Yoongi curled up next to him and Hobi in the middle. It was almost domestic and Namjoon couldn’t help but reach out for the witch, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear lightly. Yoongi didn’t flinch - because he had already been awake, basking in Namjoon’s warmth will trying not to give away how much he was enjoying it. He was a light sleeper and with his worry about Namjoon and the unusual situation of someone sleeping next to him he had stirred awake pretty early. However, despite his initial shyness he had found it quite enjoyable and if Hobi’s purrs was anything to go by then he was as content as one could be as well.

Namjoon didn’t want to tear himself away from this. It felt too good and for a moment, he could forget why they were here in the first place. In a stranger’s bed, somewhere in the middle of nowhere with two witches downstairs. He leaned in, placing a soft kiss onto Yoongi’s hair. In a way he was wishing that one day he could kiss him for real, but the other part of him told him much more darker things. The part of him being scared was growing stronger day by day and when he got out of the bed carefully not to wake them up and into the bathroom he could see it perfectly. The black lines had moved all the way down the right side of his chest now. It didn’t hurt and it seemed like they were thinning…but it was still there. And he was losing the hope of Yoongi finding the cure.

Yoongi looked after him, confused by the softness and care Namjoon handled him with. However, when he saw Namjoon’s back he froze and the nausea swept over him, threatening to swallow him whole. The black lines hadn’t stopped growing like he had thought they would they were so close to Namjoon’s heart now that it hit him like a blow. He had known before that Namjoon could die but he had been so busy trying to find a cure that he hadn’t found the time to think about how exactly it could end. Namjoon could die in front of him, right here, right now if the curse grew just a little bit quicker, a little bit further.

He got out of bed so quickly he almost collapsed because his blood circulation didn’t have time to adapt to the sudden change in position. ”Namjoon!” He sounded as desperate as he felt.

“We have to wake the others - right now!”

Namjoon had no time to put his shirt back on, when Yoongi had already caught him by his wrist and making him stumble forward as they rushed down the steps. Jimin woke up from the noises right away as he laid on top of Jungkook, who was dead asleep on the couch, one arm hanging off the side, the other swung around Jimin’s hips. There were books strewn all over the place. “Wh-what’s wr-,” The love witch eyes widened when he saw how the curse had been growing despite the purifying spell and cursed quietly.

He was up in a second.

“I combined a spell last night but...it’s not quite done, yet. I’m not sure if it will work...I don’t know. I haven’t…” He saw the desperate look in Yoongi’s eyes and sighed, “It’s a mixture between a purifying spell, a ‘return’ spell and some elements from different spells to unbound the curse from his body...but I’m really not sure, Yoongi.”

“I’ll take ‘not sure’ over ‘certain death’ anytime!” Only after he had said it did he remember that Namjoon was right behind him and he shouldn’t throw around such expressions, so he quickly verbally retreated, “I just mean... we should try, right? What else can we do. If Namjoon’s fine with it?” He turned towards the human again who didn’t look convinced, but it wasn’t really like they had other options.

Jungkook rubbed his eyes sleepily, a frown on his face (if it was that Jimin’s warmth was missing or that he still had the habit of not functioning without breakfast Yoongi didn’t know) so Yoongi decided that he would give them a second and try to prepare them some tea. It was important they were feeling well and hydrated and as healthy as they possibly could. Though apparently he was everything he should not be because his fingers were shaking and there was a pressure behind his eyes that spoke of tears trying to push their way out and he almost spilled hot water all over himself and when he tried to fix the mess he didn’t concentrate on his emotions just for the tiniest second and his own sob startled him and...

“ShIt! Shit, fuck, goddammit!” He sat down on the floor, head buried in his hands and tried really hard not to cry. He couldn’t lose Namjoon. And especially not like this. This couldn’t happen!

Hobi had heard his masters sob and rushed to his side in a second. “Yoongi,” The cat meowed and nudged his side softly, placing his paws onto Yoongi’s knees. In all the years he had been with the witch, he had never seen him like this. So broken and vulnerable. Hobi started licking his hands softly, nudging him a couple of times until the witch pulled him in. “It’s going to be alright. I promise. You’re a great witch and you’ll help Namjoon.” He meowed softly, licking the salty drops off his cheeks.

“Thank you, Hobi.” He clung to the cat and the comfort like a lifeline. “I’m just.. so scared what might happen if I fail. I hope he can forgive me for the mess I pulled him in.” It took him a little longer than he was comfortably with to pull himself together but luckily none of the others came after him and so when he came back into the living room, the tablet with the tea in hand he could pretend that he was fine. And his eyes were just dry.

Or still red and sensitive from sleep.

Namjoon was nervously tapping his foot on the ground, watching the witches prepare whatever they needed to prepare. Honestly, he still had no idea about this. So far magic hadn’t gotten him anywhere. His eyes flickered over to Yoongi, who was holding onto his cat tightly. It still was weird to him to see the cat meow and only seconds after Yoongi was answering him. Namjoon shook his head, brushing a hand through his hair nervously.

“You just have to focus and concentrate a little more.” Hobi meowed once more while Yoongi walked back into the back room where Jungkook had stored all of his dried herbs to get some of the ingredients they needed. “But, I might add that I am a bit concerned. Jimin hasn’t been working long on the spell…he hasn’t tested it… Do you really think it’s safe to use the spell without-“

A sudden scream echoing from the living room, made both of them jerk around. Namjoon was holding on to Jungkook desperately as he had fallen forward, writhing in sudden pain from the curse. “I…I can’t do this…an-anymore,” Namjoon fell onto his knees while Jungkook was holding on to him desperately, his eyes flickering around the room, towards Jimin – but both witches were helpless.

“Do we need him conscious for this? Maybe it would be better to pull him under?” If Jimin’s face hadn't been so worried then it would have sounded horrible but this way it was pretty obvious that he wasn't suggesting this for their sake but Namjoons. “I don’t know, I..” He snatched Jimin’s notes from the table and went over them, trying to wrap his mind around what each and every part of the spell would do. “Jungkook´? Do you have all the herbs you listed here? Can we start now? Should we?”

God he hoped it worked. It had to!

“I-I think so,” Jungkook hastily ran to the counter, collecting everything they needed while leaving Namjoon panting and on his knees. “Now?” Jimin was talking to Yoongi, but his focus was on the human as he helped him lay down and bring him a cushion to rest his head on.

The chaos was perfect, and it was making it a lot harder for the love witch to think.

“Shouldn’t we wait? There’s a full moon in two nights…just two! We…we can keep purifying him until then. It’s…I’m really not sure, Yoongi.”

“What if he doesn't make it till then? He could die before that! Or go insane from the curse. Or it takes over and erases everything that makes him human! We don’t know what exactly will be in two days, but it will be bad - look at him, he’s suffering. Please, please just help me make it stop.”

“Okay, okay, we’ll try it,” Jimin said and brushed over Namjoon’s sweaty hair softly. There was a sudden silence in the room, only the sounds of drawers being opened and the whimpers of Namjoon were audible. The human had curled in on himself, closing his eyes as he tried to block out everything else. The pain was too much, making him feel weak. When the three witches stepped into the circle again and kneeled around Namjoon, all ingredients placed around them, Jimin reached out for their hands.

“Let’s concentrate, okay?” He said and rolled his shoulders back. Jungkook was nervous, taking in a shaky breath as he closed his eyes.

Yoongi tried to concentrate on the words, holding onto the other hands tightly. But with Namjoon in the middle he was looking at what he had done wrong the whole time and while he had managed to suppress it mostly for now the guilt didn't want to stop pestering him now. His voice sounded off, but he kept trying and trying because there wasn't time to pull himself together.

Jimin kept his eyes open while they were chanting, trying to focus on the spells and the right order that at first he hadn’t seen how the black streaks on Namjoon’s body were slowly thinning more and more. When he did though, his eyes widened, and his voice was softer and more hopeful. He squeezed the other witches hands in delight but the moment he wanted to celebrate their success it all tumbled down again.

A painful gasp came from Namjoon, his back arched off the floor. His eyes were wide in shock. The breath stuck in his lungs. The black streaks had stopped thinning and instead it seemed as if they were meeting at one spot, forming a black pool that was pulsating under Namjoon’s skin. Jungkook had stopped chanting, his own eyes wide in fear while Jimin was leaning closer. “This…this…isn’t right. We missed something, we…” Jimin’s mumble got interrupted by another painful scream and Yoongi who had closed his eyes was only chanting louder. As if he had shut out everything else but this, not even recognizing that the others had stopped.

“Yoongi! Yoongi stop!” Jimin was screaming at the witch, who was almost hissing the spell by now. “You’re not in it…you’re messing this up…Yoongi!” The love witch let go of his hand and pushed Yoongi hard by his chest to make him waver and fall back, breaking the circle.

“Fuck!” Jungkook cursed loudly turning to Namjoon who was crying and a whimpering mess, holding on tightly to himself. “Sh-sh, it’s okay, it’s…” The young witch was soothing the human softly, holding his cheek and wiping a few tears away. With a twirl of his finger there was a vessel flying towards him. Inside was a yellow fluid, something for the pain that Namjoon recognized and took from him right away, gulping it down hastily in blind panic.

When Yoongi came to, his mouth felt cottony and his body felt too heavy. Maybe it was the lead in his stomach or the weight on his heart. Namjoon had stopped moaning in pain but it wasn’t because they had succeeded.

Jimin and Jungkook were staring at him, something like pity or empathy in their eyes, mixed with the shock about Namjoons state. “It.. didnt work, right?” His voice sounded croaky. He hated this. His weakness, his emotional state, his fucking uselessness. “He’s..,he’s gonna die. And there’s nothing we can do.” He laughed, desperately, “We’re fucking witches - and he’s still going to die. Because of me.”

“No, no, shhh,” Jimin pulled Yoongi at his arm and up, ordering Jungkook to take care of Namjoon while he was taking care of the witch. He didn’t want Yoongi to break in front of Namjoon who didn’t need someone shouting at his face that he was most likely going to die. He brought him outside quick, pushing him down onto one of the benches in Jungkook’s garden. “Where was your head? I could feel the anger through our connection. Even Jungkook felt it. He was shaking, the poor boy.” Jimin looked at Yoongi with a mixture of pity and empathy.

“It worked…but not as we thought it would. I think we got us some time but…,” Jimin sighed deeply, before he turned a little more to his friend, “Something happened. I’m not sure. You didn’t see it…since you were…doing whatever you were doing. I need you to sort out your shit! You can’t go around doing spells with so much anger inside of you…”

“I’m not angry!” It might have been more convincing if he hadn’t angrily screamed at Jimin’s face. There was silence for a second in which all Jimin had to do was look at him with him eyebrows raised before everything spilled out of Yoongi.

“Well how can I not be angry at myself? I fucked this up! After I don’t know how long there was finally someone who liked me despite me being… me. And I finally felt like I had it all figured out, I’ve got the best familiar I can think of, the shop pays of the bills more or less and with the black magic I sell I could have had a nice life. Namjoon? He was like the cherry on top, the person I didn’t dare to dream of and yet secretly longed for, nonetheless. And I didn’t simply scare him off, no, of course I had to do something majorly fucked up so not only did I expose who I am - ignoring how this alone could get me in so much trouble - no, I had to curse him! His first contact with magic is a curse. From me. Because he was being nice to me. And yeah, it’s all shitty and sucks but if it was done properly I could have just reverse it, but I had to even mess up the curse! And so, we’re.. we’re sitting here and…and watching him die and.. how…how am I supposed to do this! He’s gonna die, Jimin, he’s.. he’s gonna die on me. Away from home and in pain and all I can do is helplessly watch - or maybe do the merciful thing and let him die in his sleep.” The tears were running over his face freely now. He was done holding on.

Jimin pulled Yoongi wordlessly in and despite his struggle, the witch let the hug happen, leaning his head onto his shoulder.

“Do you ever think of how this is a little bit of ‘karma’ back to you? You’ve been doing so much black magic lately? And…despite that I shouldn’t be the one telling you what to do, maybe this is life giving you a shitty, very cruel lesson. But we’re witches and karma is just a pretty word, right? You’re the most powerful witch I know of. Please look at the notes with me. We’ll keep a clear head, let Jungkook take care of Namjoon for a bit. Being close to the curse…it is projecting on you as well.” Jimin pulled Yoongi away from him and cupped his cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumb, “We can do this. The spell wasn’t completely wrong. Don’t lose a piece of yourself in this…I need you to conc-.” Jimin stopped, his eyes narrowed and then he snapped around. “That’s it!”

“No, I don’t want Jungkook to take care of him. It should be me. It’s my fault. And you are right the curse is bleeding through onto me. I don’t want to have you clean up for me anymore…” He flinched when Jimin yelled so close to his ears. “What? What is it?” He willed the hope down that started to bloom in his chest. He didn’t think that he could deal with any more disappointments for today.

“A piece of you – that’s the solution,” Jimin looked at Yoongi with a hopeful glint in his eyes, “It only makes sense. The spells I combined…they all are to withdraw the curse from the handsome human but where should it go? While you were still chanting the curse was pooling at one point underneath his skin. If I’m thinking this right, then we could center it, retract the curse but we have to push it to another living thing. The curse can only exist inside a living organism. We can bound it to a purifying sigil, one that neutralizes his powers. Namjoon will be left with a small mark…as well as the one who takes it upon himself to wear the burden – inside a sigil.” Jimin chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Does that make sense?”

“Wait, you’re saying that I should take the curse?” While freeing Namjoon from it sounded promising he didn't want to die either, but even worse, if he went insane he could cause a lot more chaos than Namjoon with his magic. It did make sense though. “So, we’re going to... roll it up backwards and rewind what happened to send the curse to where it came from. To me. And then you’ll try and trap it and neutralize it and if it doesn't work then at least Namjoons free from it and can heal and we have a few more days before I’ll be in his state just that I might turn into a magical berserk and try to murder everyone that gets too close but yeah, sounds about right, let's do this.”

He was shaking.

“It will work! You have the best witch for sigils right here. You’ve seen Jungkook…he’s the best at them and with the heightened power of a full moon and my abilities.” Jimin cupped Yoongi’s cheeks again, leaning in a little closer to look at him thoroughly, “I promise to kill you before you kill anyone.” He giggled softly, placing a kiss onto the tip of Yoongi’s nose, “What is a love witch good for if I can’t save the one’s in love.”

“That’s...really sweet of you.” Yoongi cleared his throat and then got up. “What are we waiting for then? We only have to do an entire new spell, have to convince Namjoon that he lets us experiment magically on him again even though nothing brought the solution yet and then hope that he doesn’t die until we figure our shit out.” Although his voice was dripping with sarcasm he felt a little bit better now that he knew that there was at least some hope left. It was better than feeling so weak and helpless. And it wasn’t like he could give up on Namjoon. That had never been an option.

“Only been waiting for you,” Jimin said and followed Yoongi with a smile. The two witches were fueled by the hope, getting out the spell books and Jimin’s notes once more. This time they wouldn’t let anything go wrong – both were sure of it.

…

“We need a spell that contains the curse, so we can trap it inside a sigil. Do you have any idea on how to achieve that?” Jimin asked, sitting so close next to Yoongi that he almost plopped down onto his lap. “I am not leaving anything to chance this time. We will wait until the full moon, be well rested and use all our powers. Nothing can beat the power of three right?” Jimin ruffled through Yoongi’s hair and opened a spell book, when he could hear footsteps coming down the staircase. Jungkook looked awfully pale, visibly still shaken from what had happened.

“Namjoon…he’s not good. He’s having a fever…I gave him some tea to stop the hallucinations he’s having.” Jungkook sighed deeply, smiling warily, “Did we find something?”

“I once trapped a shadow demon inside a sigil trap and it held him so it should hold the curse I guess..,” He broke off when Jungkook came down, the state he was in turning into another weight on is consciousness. “Is he asleep? Or do you think I should go up and keep him company?” He wasn't sure if Namjoon would want that anymore considering he hadn’t been of much help before and Jungkook with his herbal knowledge and healing abilities being the better caretaker.

“He’s pretty much out of it right now,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “Hobi and Godzilla are with him. So, they can get us if Namjoon wakes up. You can go and see him later. Let him rest right now.” He placed a hand on Yoongi’s back as he walked around the couch in a caring manner and sat onto the floor right before the witches. “But…I heard we’re trapping the curse in a sigil? Are we bringing it back to you?” Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “It won’t work if we trap it onto a locket or something, am I right?”

“No, it won’t. It’s a blood curse. It needs blood. Something that’s alive. As I am the one who created it, it might accept me, but it won’t settle into anything lesser than that. If we had the time we could have gotten the person it was originally supposed to be for, but he would never do the ritual willingly - obviously - and we also don't have the time to even try. So, it’s going to be me. And then we figure out how to keep it locked inside of me without spilling over and growing like it did with Namjoon.” He explained almost clinically as if there weren't two life's at stake here.

Jungkook nodded at that, his expression turning focused, “Let’s do it then.”

…

It was easier to work together and Yoongi could feel the hope flaming up inside of him and even though he willed it down, he couldn’t help but feel it. Somewhere. A small flickering flame.

Jungkook had apparated soon after they ate some breakfast to get a bit more information on sigils and a few more ingredients from the black market, while Jimin and Yoongi were working on the spell all day. “You can go. I got this,” Jimin said, chuckling low when he noticed Yoongi’s side glances towards the staircase. “I know you’re concerned, just go. Bring him some of the soup we made. And don’t worry, we did a lot today and we got all day tomorrow. It’s going to be fine.” He reassured him once more, giving him a light pat on his bottom. “Check up on your boyfriend.”

Yoongi ignored Jimin’s teasing for the sake of getting to Namjoon faster, putting his things aside to get up the stairs, his heartbeat quickening he closer he got to the door. He was scared of what he might find but he calmed himself with the thought that one of the familiars would have alarmed them if Namjoon had gotten bad. So, he must be okay. He was still out cold when he opened the door, but he figured now that he was here he could check up on him anyways.

Namjoon blinked his eyes up, feeling something cold and wet on his forehead. His vision was still a bit blurry and it took him a few blinks to see that it was Yoongi who was taking care of him. He was having a bad fever, he could feel it in every fiber of his body and although the pain was almost gone (because of whatever Jungkook had given him), he still felt cold and hot at the same time. Namjoon’s hand slowly reached out for Yoongi, his own cold, sweaty hands wrapping around his delicate wrist.

“I’ve always thought that my life was pretty boring. That I am pretty boring…kind of useless.” Namjoon’s voice was sounding croaky and way too tired out. “But you found it interesting. My stupid dissertation, where I came from, what I thought about the most random things.” He looked at Yoongi with a faint smile, his thumb stroking over his soft skin, “You know I don’t blame you, right? For this… I know you wouldn’t have cursed me. You were scared and I wasn’t really careful. Just…a lot of bad luck.”

The witch smiled sadly at that. “You’ve gotten a lot of bad luck, don’t you? And it’s not fair especially because you are the kindest and wisest soul I’ve ever seen. How can you not blame me for something that was definitely and entirely my fault? Just locking the door would have been enough to spare you all of this.” Namjoon was about to talk back so Yoongi just placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t worry, I believe you that you really mean it. You’re not really good at lying and you also still let me close to you, so you apparently really are as forgiving and merciful and gentle as you say. I still don’t get it. You deserve better. I always thought that magic could help to make the world a little bit better, balance some stuff out - but right now it feels like all it does is punish someone who doesn't deserve it at all.”

Namjoon leaned into Yoongi’s touch a little more where his finger had wandered from his lips to his cheeks. “I bet it can make it better. You made my life a lot easier.” The human sat himself up a little, placing the cushion further up so he could rest comfortably. “You made mine a lot less painful…well, at first at least,” He laughed, “I still trust you that you will balance this out. Jungkook was talking a lot while he was treating me. I’m not sure which parts I was hallucinating but he really thinks highly of you. He also said something about you being like a turtle or something.” Namjoon furrowed his brows and shook his head, “Bad luck is my second name, the only time I got lucky was when I stumbled upon your little cat. Wouldn’t have done it any other way.”

“You really are something, Namjoon.” He chuckled, finally feeling a little more at ease. “And I’m not sure if you heard that right, Jungkook probably talked about Godzilla, his turtle.” He motioned over to where Hobi was sleeping curled up and in midst of the circle, surrounded by catbellyfluff was peeking out the tiniest bit of green. Yoongi had told them to get some rest while he was with Namjoon and as guarding him for hours had been exhausting they had napped off within minutes. “You had been in the best hands - sorry, I mean claws - while we were all downstairs.”

Namjoon peeked over to the cat and smiled, “Yeah, but I prefer your hands.”

“You do?” He smirked, “Don't let Hobi hear that or he’ll pout for a century.” He somehow still had his hand on Namjoon’s face and let his thumb glide over the heated skin. “I would think that you’re flirting with me but considering you have a fever you probably just can’t be held responsible for what you say, hm?” Their little teasing felt refreshingly like when all they had to worry about had been their next date and not how to keep one of them from dying.

“Yeah, could be that I’m also just hallucinating again…maybe you’re not Yoongi and I’m holding Hobi’s paw right now?” Namjoon pulled Yoongi in by his arm and looked at him closely as a smile pulled at his lips, “No, I think it’s you and I’m also pretty sure I am flirting. B-but maybe I should test it…the hallucinations…and stuff…just to make really sure.” His eyes flickered down to Yoongi’s lips and up to his eyes again.

“You think it’s a good idea to make out now?” On the other hand, who knew what might be happening tomorrow so they might as well live for the moment and enjoy what they had so after a second of hesitation Yoongi leaned down and just kissed him. Namjoon tasted like herbal tea and something bitter that was probably a residue of the curse, but he didn't mind cause he was kissing him, finally and like hell would he stop just because the curse tried to take every bit of joy from him. Namjoon’s hand found its way to Yoongi’s neck right away, keeping the witch close. Yoongi’s lips felt soft against his own, the kiss making him shiver from its intensity. Both knew what it could mean. It could either be their first and last kiss, or only one leading up to many. But Namjoon didn’t want to think about it, instead he poured all of what was left of the positive feelings in side of him into the kiss, only pulling away when he was completely out of breath.

“Alright, human, let’s let you catch your breath while the witches get some more work done. You think you’re going to be fine on your own for a little up here? I’ll wake up Hobi and Zilla and they’ll keep you company. Call me when something changes. This time it’ll work. We’re certain of it. You just have to hold on for one more day and then you can forget about this or... whatever else you want to do about it.” It was easier to be hopeful for Namjoon than it was for himself.

…

The witches were working on the spell non-stop, only pausing to eat something in between. Yoongi was studying the spell a million times, going through every detail of the ritual, preparing it precisely and even finding and measuring the right spot in Jungkook’s garden, where the moon would shine its light perfectly onto the little meadow. He was almost manic the way he made sure that every detail was perfect. But none of the others said something. It was better this way. Jimin even helped cleansing Yoongi’s body to be purified for the ritual the day of the full moon. There were no mistakes allowed anymore. After that, Yoongi stayed with Namjoon as much as he could, caring for the human and making sure he felt no pain at day as well as night, only then he dared to lay down next to him again, basking in Namjoon’s warmth and the way he put his arm around him for a little while longer, willing down his own nervousness and keeping his mind focused.

“You’ve said you found the reason why it hadn’t worked last time? What will be different now?” Namjoon sat up carefully with the help of Yoongi. His skin was looking awfully pale, his cheeks still red from the fever that was weakening him. The black streaks on his body had grown back to where they had been in the beginning, flourishing all over his chest, way too close to his heart by now. “Or don’t I want to know?” From where he sat, Namjoon could see the full moon shining through the window, dipping the room into a beautiful, almost magical light. He reached out and grabbed Yoongi’s hand.

“It makes sense, honestly. We just didn’t think of it at first - or didn’t want to.” He decided that being honest with Namjoon was the least he could do after the other was still so trusting and open with him. “We’ll send the curse back where it came from and then try to trap it there. Which means you’ll be free from it immediately. Though you’re going to feel the effects. You will need to heal. Give yourself some time, be nice with yourself, do what feels good and feels right. Make yourself laugh, do what you enjoy, heighten your spirit.” He smiled at him, hoping that Namjoon wouldn’t ask further. The human nodded at that, holding onto Yoongi’s arm for support as they walked downstairs and into the garden. Namjoon had already slipped into a bathrobe before, so it would be easier for him to just get naked this time. He weirdly felt so used to it already.

When they stepped out into the garden though, Namjoon gasped. The moonlight was shining perfectly into the spot their prepared, illuminating the scene. Jimin and Jungkook were dressed in all white, reflecting and glowing beautifully under the light. Hobi sat nearby and outside of the circle, his eyes focused on his owner. He was nervous on the inside – a lot.

For Yoongi, for Namjoon.

For this whole thing to go south again, but they had prepared everything and even Hobi had seen the notes. And it looked perfect. It had to work this time. It just had to.

There was no other choice.

They stood in front of the circle before Jimin gave them a sign that the time was right. They had prepared it so that they would start the ritual when the full moon was at its peak, so that they could lend the most energy from it and be as powerful as they needed to be. Yoongi had brought a black satin ribbon that he placed between him and Namjoon while the other witches closed the circle. There was no turning back now. He wished he had kissed Namjoon before this just to be sure because honestly he had no idea how it would be to have the curse himself. Even under control it might alter his perception or feelings and honestly he was scared. But he’d do it in a heartbeat.

For Namjoon.

Namjoon had no idea what it meant to bring the curse back to where it came from and he hadn’t thought about it much. So, he laid down, ignoring the darkness that kept trying to pull him under each time and concentrated on the voices around him. Jimin began chanting, pouring an oil over his chest and where the curse was the strongest, when Namjoon could feel a heavy push on him immediately. All three witches held their hands on top of each other, pushing onto his thorax, now chanting together. It only took a few seconds for the curse to react and for Namjoon to writhe in pain, hissing and screaming out while the darkness inside of him was fighting for his spot not wanting to leave the body.

As the darkness was triggered and under pressure Yoongi would give it an out: his own body. More healthy tissue to infect, more magic to feed from - and more darkness to mingle with.

He’s had his fair share of black magic and he was sure that his body was like a tasty treat for the curse. And definitely better than Namjoon who was magicless and dying and had no chance against the power of three witches. Yoongi took the black satin ribbon and wound half of it tightly around Namjoon’s wrist, exactly where the curse had entered him first. The other half was wound around his own wrist (by Jungkook and Jimin as he had to use one hand to join theirs on Namjoon’s body and he couldn’t use magic to do it because he was pouring all of it into the main spell.)

As soon as they were joined he gripped Namjoons wrist, helping the other to wrap his fingers around the witches wrist in return. Namjoon was so out of it that he let Yoongi do what he wanted and a part of him was glad that Namjoon didn’t realize what was happening. Because with him being so caring and thoughtful he wasn’t sure if the human wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and keep the curse if he knew that it could harm Yoongi just as bad as it had affected him.

Jimin nodded at Jungkook to give him the sign to start.

The youngest witch began chanting another spell, while the others were still repeating the one that would unbind the spell from the human body. Jungkook’s spell on the other hand was to force the curse into Yoongi’s body at the same time. They were shouting against each other, eyes focused on the curse which was slowly pushing out of Namjoon and hitting Yoongi full force.

“Now!” Jimin screamed and Jungkook let go of their joined hands, grabbing the oil he had prepared before, pushing Yoongi onto his back. “St-stay still now, okay?” Jungkook was shaking, pouring some of the oil onto his hands and rubbing them together. He had to be fast and concentrate enough for this to work, while his friend was lying on the ground, shaking – eyes wide in sudden realization that he had put himself under a deathly curse.

It was different than he had imagined. With the black streaks he had thought that the curse would feel like a burn or heat, but instead it felt like something icy cold entering through his fingers and traveling up his wrist until his whole palm felt numb. He could feel his heart beating way too fast and the way he was lying there on his back, vulnerable and half naked everything in him screamed to sit back up and just run. He willed his instincts down forcefully, closing his eyes and taking a shuddering breath while Jungkook did his work. He had decided and he would go through with it.

While Jungkook was still murmuring his spell, trapping the curse inside of Yoongi’s body, Jimin was holding Namjoon. He gently hovered a hand over his face, whispering a sweet but short spell that made him fall into a deep sleep quickly. They had decided it was best for Namjoon’s body to rest and to let it heal on his own first.

“You’re doing so good, keep going!” Jimin bit his lip, caressing over Namjoon’s hair mindlessly as he cheered on Jungkook. There was sweat forming at his forehead, his eyes were narrowed while his fingertips were luring in the spell, drawing the same pattern repeatedly until it got swallowed by the sigil that slowly started to form. Taking Yoongi’s hand, he placed it onto the black symbol and motioned for Jimin to do the same. One last time they began chanting a protection spell to lock in the curse safely and not harm anyone ever – anymore.

He could feel the curse going for his magic right away, like a parasite, latching onto his magical core, his spark, his deepest, personal magic. He had to breathe calmly to push down the nausea and when another rush of it went through him he whimpered pathetically.

Yoongi knew that his life was pretty much in Jungkook’s hands now. When he heard Jimin’s voice, telling Jungkook how good he was doing he knew that the other must be finished with Namjoon. He could only hear soft , deep breaths from his right side and when he turned his head he saw that Namjoon was deep asleep. There was no pain on his face, no creased brows or frown, he looked relaxed.

The curse was gone. He would be fine. The knowledge that Namjoon would live had him smiling. And as his body was busy with stomaching the shock of the curse that had entered him he just let go, let his mind slip. No matter the outcome of this Namjoon would be fine. He had kept his promise. There was still a smile on his lips when he lost consciousness.

…

Namjoon was blinking his eyes awake after what felt like days of deep sleep. His body had taken what it needed, making him black out completely. When he woke up though, the human sat straight up in a matter of seconds. His hands were searching his own body, eyes wide in fear as he tried to orientate himself, find out what had happened and if the curse…

“It’s gone,” Namjoon looked at his palm, then rolled up his sleeve, “It’s not there anymore.” A chuckle to his right made him snap his head around.

“It is. We’ve done a great job this time,” The young love witch said and got up from the chair to walk to his bedside. “In case you’re wondering. We’re home…well, we’re back in your town. Upstairs of Yoongi’s shop.” Jimin explained and placed his hand onto his forehead to check for a fever or anything alike, “We brought you back soon after. How are you feeling?”

Namjoon gulped, only nodding as an answer. “How’s Yoongi? Where is he?” A soft smile pulled at Jimin’s lips and he stepped aside, motioning over to the bedroom. He knew it was no use to tell Namjoon to take care of himself first. He wouldn’t have done it anyways.

Yoongi was lying in his bed, still asleep. He looked even paler than usual against the bedsheets and he was so motionless that Namjoon was glad he could see him breathing or else he would have looked a little more like a ghost than a human. Hoseok was sleeping curled up against his side, head buried in his own fluffy tail and paws placed over his nose as if he was hiding. It had taken a toll on the familiar as well to see Yoongi at risk. Luckily Jungkook had done an amazing job. The curse was trapped. The sigil was still visible on Yoongi’s wrist, just like a tattoo because the curse had tinted it black just like ink. Apart from that everything was back to normal. Except that Yoongi had to replenish his magic and he had slept lots to get back on his feet.

Namjoon sat down at the edge of his bed, carefully reaching out for the witch, softly caressing over his cheek. He turned to look at Hobi who had been peeking out from his paws to see who had been dipping the mattress, meowing quietly when he recognized him. “Hello little one,” The human scratched the cat behind its ears, before he returned his gaze onto Yoongi. He pushed his hair back, soothing over his cheeks and down his neck to his chest. It was a way for Namjoon to check once more if Yoongi’s heart was really beating, because the witch definitely was looking awfully sick. Maybe it had been because of the stress? The amount of magic he had to use for the spells? It must have taken a toll on him. “Hey,” Namjoon curled up a lock of Yoongi’s hair around his finger with a smile, “Wake up, sleepy head.”

Yoongi blinked slowly as he recognized that the touches felt more like a human caress than Hobi’s tongue. The cat had licked him a lot, trying to get the smell of ritual and curse off of him. “Namjoon?” His voice was a little croaky from not being used for a while and he turned his head to Jungkook who was pouring him some tea. He accepted it with a thankful smile and then tried to sit up to drink it. “How are you feeling? Are there any traces left? Thoughts or aching muscles? You should let Jungkook check you - if you haven’t done that already.” He had no idea what day it was or how long he had been out. “Since when are you awake?”

“Just a while now, maybe an hour,” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, smiling at Jungkook who left the room for them to have some privacy (though Hobi was still there). When the familiar smell of the freshly brewed tea reached his nostrils Namjoon recognized it right away. It was the same tea, Jungkook had given him for the pain and exhaustion. “Thank you, really. For saving my life and…sticking by my side.” He placed his hand on his thighs averting his gaze, “Don’t worry about me. I think I just need…a bit of time to process this. Everything.”

“It’s fine, I brought you into this and I got you out so you shouldn't thank me really. We can just file it under ‘interesting magical adventure that wasn't really necessary’”, He tried himself at a smile, but it only worked half ways when Namjoon’s words sunk in. Somehow it didn't sound like the other was talking about some time at his place with some tea while petting Hobi - it rather sounded like goodbye. “What…what do you mean?” His throat closed up and somehow he didn't feel like it was the curses fault.

“I don’t know. I just had barely time to process any of the things that happened,” Namjoon looked at Yoongi with a sad expression. “You said yourself I need to focus on myself after everything that happened. I feel like…the darkness. It’s still there in a way. I need time to work with what happened. Witches. Magic. Almost dying. It’s a lot, when all I had before was my dissertation and unpacked boxed in my apartment. I’m confused. My body is exhausted.” Reaching for Yoongi’s hand, he intertwined their fingers, “Just give me a bit okay? I just don’t want to jump into anything when I’m not sure where my head or heart is right now.”

Although Namjoon had phrased it perfectly and Yoongi did understand him it still hurt in a way. A tiny little part of him had hoped that despite everything Namjoon would stay with him right away, maybe tell him that everything they’ve been through had showed him that they could manage everything so something as simple as a blooming relationship isn't scary anymore. He knew he should have gotten rid of that hopeful, romantic part of him a long time ago. Yoongi smiled encouragingly despite his heartache. “Of course. Thank you for not yelling at me for almost killing you.” He put the tea aside. “Do you want my cellphone number, or do you want to.. come by if you decide you still want to see me?” He wondered how long it would take for him to stop hoping that every next customer that came in would be Namjoon who had decided he loved him nonetheless or that every phone call would be him telling him he wanted to see him again.

“I’ll come by, I promise,” Namjoon said with a faint smile, “Please make sure to rest as well. Don’t open the shop until you really feel like it, ‘kay?” Leaning in closer, he placed a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek, “Thank you – again.” He got up from the bed, hesitant to let go of his hand. “I just need to sort myself out, really.” Before he turned, he quickly kissed Yoongi’s other cheek once more, waving him goodbye with a faint smile. As soon as Namjoon had left the room Hobi jumped up and onto Yoongi's lap, nosing along his cheek.

“Don’t be sad, Yoongi. He said he’d come back!”

“Yeah, I know.” The witch sighed deeply. “But who knows if he really will. I believe him that he means to right now but when he’s home and has time to think about it then he might just decide that it's safer to stay away from magic. And therefore, from me. Maybe I’ll get a nice little card instead that says that he’s sorry but that he can't come again because it stirs up uncomfortable memories of almost dying. And he would be totally right to take care of himself first.” He hugged the cat close to his chest. “I’m so glad that I have you. You won’t leave me, right?” As an answer Hobi just started licking his face.

…

When Namjoon opened the door to his apartment, it almost felt like a parallel world. All of it seemed so strange, out of place and suddenly not like he imagined it to be.

There was still drips of blood on his carpet that he had forgotten to clean up. Great - this would be a nightmare to get out and his landlord definitely wouldn’t be happy with it. He started cleaning it right away and only when he was tidying up everything else, leaving no spot of dust in his apartment did Namjoon fall onto his bed. Turning his head, his hand caressed over the soft sheets that were empty. Suddenly it felt too big, when before he loved to have his space, rolling around and using every bit of it to his advantage. “Fuck,” He groaned and got up, ignoring how the sun was setting and the night was taking over as he kept his mind busy with answering emails instead of thinking about what it all could meant. It was leaving him with a headache, a really bad one.

The thoughts were fighting to take over, rather wanting to think about what the existence of witches would mean, if magic was good or not, if Yoongi was a good witch ...or not. He stumbled into his bedroom, closing all the blinds so he wouldn’t get woken up by the sunlight. The anxiety was flaring high, leaving his heart beating fast and him to a wide-eyed mess that couldn’t sleep. All because of Yoongi.

The next days, Namjoon tried to work as much as he could, filling his days with his dissertation and even traveling into the city to get some more books from his office. He visited his mother, apologizing for the sudden silence on his side, explaining that he had been on a trip. “Just a small vacation,” He mumbled and quickly changed the topic. Because the moment he thought about it, Yoongi was present in his mind again. His cute face, soft cheeks and pouty lips that Namjoon would have loved to kiss again. It was there, the picture of him, all the way back to his apartment, haunting him like a ghost.

It was driving him crazy.

“Fuck!” Namjoon angrily screamed out at no one, “How should I know if he’s good or bad...How do I know? What do I do?” He was panting, holding onto the kitchen counter so hard that it turned his knuckles white. And then he did, what all humans would do in such a situation - he googled it.

Namjoon simply typed in ‘Good and Bad Witches’. He knew it was stupid and pretty “human” of him, but he had no other choice. At least he thought so. He was torn between wanting Yoongi, to take him out once more - but knowing what he was capable of, how easily he got involved with dark magic was scaring him. So, he read all about it all night. About Love-, Garden and other forms of Witches, trying to figure out what kind of Witch Yoongi was. He read all about curses, dark magic and familiars (secretly wishing to have one of his own right now, because he felt so utterly lost). He even read about séance that could help him talk to either Jungkook or Jimin if he had the right ingredients to do so, but Namjoon saw that most of it he wouldn’t get in a normal shop. He could only buy it in Yoongi’s. Maybe they could have help him? Figure out the feelings, the thoughts and doubts.

To figure his heart and mind out, he kept reading the next day. And the next. Until even the Bonsai Tree that he had started to take care of the day before he met Yoongi started wilting (then he quickly googled something about ‘bonsai tree dying help’ now completely messing up his search history).

He definitely was going mad now, he thought to himself.

Namjoon brushed a hand through his hair in a desperate manner, turning to look out of the window. It had almost been a week now without Yoongi and he still hadn’t figured out any of the things that he wanted to figure out. He didn’t dare to think that Yoongi was a bad witch. He felt it. Somewhere deep in his heart, he just knew it.

He may know a bit more about curses now, about how salt circles were working and why it had fucked up Yoongi’s magic. Therefore, he combined that he literally pulled Yoongi out of his magic concentration, which made him so scared that it mingled with the curse he was doing. Namjoon also remembered the GOMs Yoongi had been talking about. And figuring that black magic wasn’t really allowed had been easy. So, he wondered even more. Why was he doing that? Could Yoongi do as much good with his light magic? He groaned and stood up.

In the end, he knew all along that only one person had the answers to his questions.

And his heart had decided a long time ago.

Namjoon stopped and looked at himself in the mirror, giving himself a quick once over. It left him groaning even more seeing his messy hair, the dark circles under his eyes from all the sleepless nights where his headaches had kept him awake. He needed to see Yoongi and he needed to know the truth. His heart skipped a beat when he walked into the alley of his shop. It was late, almost time for Yoongi to close up.

Namjoon hurried, almost stumbling over his own feet.

…

It hadn’t taken Yoongi long to get back up on his feet. In the care of Jungkook and Jimin he had regained his strength quickly and thanks to Jungkook’s more regular visits he always had some herbal medicine in store in case he felt dizzy or strange. The curse was sealed inside his hand and it didn’t even try to get out. Maybe the seal was so strong that there was no point in trying or maybe the magic had broken down the curse into a hint of black magic or faded trace of it. Either way Yoongi was fine with it. He had thought that his gut would clench every time he saw it, but although he flinched the first few times when he noticed it out of the corner of his eyes he quickly got used to it. At first it was like an itch, then he accepted it as a new part of himself and started to ignore it. If he was angry or felt like shouting at someone he had noticed that the sigil heated up a little. But apart from that he was just like before.

Except maybe a little melancholic although it had nothing to do with the curse and everything to do with that Namjoon was gone.

It had been all he had thought about the first few days after he reopened the shop and so he had been thankful that there were more customers than usual as apparently his shop had been missed. When screech came over again he gave the owl some curse powder to take back to his master, nothing close to a blood curse but he had decided that he wouldn’t do long lasting black magic again. Some borderline black stuff or greyscale magic would still be in his schedule because there was just too many fascinating potions and spells out there that he wanted to try or thought useful. Though blood curses or stuff that would result in death if he failed were off the table. He felt like he owed that to Namjoon.

Even if the other might never know.

…

The little bell at the door of Yoongi’s shop was ringing loudly when Namjoon stepped in. A smile formed at his lips when the familiar smells of fresh herbs reached his nostrils. He was holding onto his bag tightly, taking slow steps inside. Nothing much had changed in the shop and Namjoon let his hand soothe over the books in the shelf walking in deeper. He could feel his heart pace picking up drastically when he could hear Yoongi’s voice shouting from the back.

“I’ll be with you in a second. Just take a look around!”

It send a shiver down his spine and he thought about how much his heart had been yearning for him when he only been away for not longer than a week. It felt like a part of him he had already lost to Yoongi. But there was fear, too. Uncertainty and one too many questions. A sudden noise behind him, made him turn around and when his gaze fell onto Hobi’s green eyes, Namjoon smiled.

Yoongi quickly stored the ingredients away that he would be using for his new potion, something to lighten people’s mood. He would try it out on himself and if it was safe he would sell it in his shop. He wiped his hands on his jeans to get rid of the yellow dust of the “hypericum perforatum” that was left on there when he saw who had stepped into his shop. His heart missed a beat and his stomach plummeted.

He had thought so often that one of his customers was Namjoon that it was kind of embarrassing. It always had turned out to be someone else, obviously. But now that the other was in front of him he was absolutely sure. He felt that it was Namjoon. And when the other turned and looked at him Yoongi had half a mind to turn around and hide in his storage room. He was utterly scared. If Namjoon was here it could mean two things; he either wanted to tell him that he had decided that they could still see each other - or he was here to say goodbye.

“H...Hi.” He cleared his throat to keep it from sounding so frail but the way he was avoiding Namjoon’s eyes was giving away how insecure he felt anyway. “Hey,” Namjoon bit his lip, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. There was silence between them after that – which made him completely panic. Because he didn’t want to be awkward, nor did he want to say the wrong things or just straight away ask Yoongi if he was a bad witch, or if he wanted to see him again – so instead he blurted out: “I- I…hurt myself.”

“What?” He reacted on instinct, reaching out for Namjoon’s hands because that’s where he mostly injured himself. Only when he had both of Namjoon’s hands in his did he realize what he was doing. He couldn’t just let them fall now that he had reached out for him which led to him gently peeling back the layers of clothes from his wrist with flaming cheeks. There was nothing but soft skin under his fingers so he kept going, stroking feather light, careful touches into the other’s arm until the sleeve wouldn’t go up any further. Only then did he dare to look up. “Where is it? What... do you need?” No matter what or their relationship was right now he would always take care of Namjoon if the other wanted him to.

“I…eh, I…mean, I,” Namjoon gulped nervously, “I mean…I did hurt myself last night because I knocked my knee on the table and the day before I hit my elbow on the doorframe, and the headaches had been…a lot… but…I think I’m fine. Or not. I don’t know.” He sighed deeply knowing there was no good way out now. He had stumbled into this mess once more. “Can we talk? Just you and me?”

“O..oh.” To say Yoongi was confused would have been understatement. Did Namjoon want him to give him something against bruises and his headaches just like the first time they had met? Was this what he wanted to talk about? How he would like to get herbs and medicine from him without it being awkward and that was about it? Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hobi sniffing warily on a paper bag that Namjoon was holding. He was just about to warn the other when the cat bit right into the paper.

“Hobi!” Before he could grab the bag - or the cat - Hobi had bit through the bag and stole a big chunk of what looked like some kind of pastry. Happily, he ran away with his prey in full cat-gallop, his fluffy tail waving behind him. The witch sighed deeply. So much for Hobi being on his side. “I’m really sorry, I’ll pay you for whatever he just stole of course.”

“Oh no, no, don’t worry about it,” Namjoon chuckled softly, “It was for him anyways. I just thought I could give it to him and tell him that I was sorry.” He noticed Yoongi’s confused expression and quickly added, “For leaving without saying anything to him. Just as much as I wanted to apologize to you…with half bitten cinnamon buns?”

“You wanted... to apologize?” His eyes widened and he felt stupid for how easily the hope started to bloom in his chest. Then he burst into laughter. “You brought Hobi cinnamon buns? No wonder he loves you so much!” And for himself Namjoon didn’t even need sweet pastries to make Yoongi love him but of course he didn’t say that out loud.

“Of course, that’s how we met, right? I think he only lured me in because he wanted the cinnamon buns, you remember?” Namjoon relaxed a lot more when he heard Yoongi’s laughter. The weight was lifted off his shoulder and he put the bag onto the counter and got out the buns as well as the jar. Namjoon had bought one for each of them and he actually wanted Yoongi to fill up his ‘headache’ jar later.

“I wanted to apologize for just disappearing like that. I panicked. You didn’t deserve that, after what you did for me.” He motioned over to the back room of Yoongi’s and the witch quickly walked ahead so they could sit down on the couch. “And I want to learn.”

“It’s alright.” He was so happy that Namjoon had come back and that it didn’t look like he would be cutting him out of his life right now that he would have forgiven anything. Except there wasn’t really anything to forgive. He had taken everything that had happened remarkably well and taking time to think wasn’t something he had done to hurt him. It just happened to make his heart ache whenever Namjoon wasn’t there. But that wasn’t Namjoon’s fault. Yoongi sat down on the couch, sitting onto his hands on purpose because the urge to reach out for Namjoon was so strong. He wanted to hug him or lay besides him in bed again, just being there, knowing that he was close to him. If Hobi wouldn’t have been so busy eating his stolen cinnamon bun he would have probably pawed him in the face for being sappy.

“I want to know about magic. The good kind that you do, the one you help people with.” Namjoon said, feeling a little bit out of breath. He hadn’t thought about what he wanted to say, instead there had been only one word on his mind on his way over: Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi.

Most of the questions he had, Namjoon forgotten already but he figured he could ask them later. Right now, just this moment was counting to him, to make this right. Because without Yoongi in his life something had felt off. He wasn’t sure how this happened so fast, considering he wasn’t one to lose his heart quickly but Yoongi stole his from the get-go. With his cute pout and beautiful smile.

“I tried to figure it all out on my own, but I can’t do this without you. Because it all leads back to you and it only feels right when you’re with me…,” Namjoon blushed, “Even now it feels easier to talk about it. My mind had gotten it’s rest. The dark thoughts stopped the moment the curse was gone, but my heart…it didn’t. The longing. The love. Is it because I felt it before it happened? I feel like it only multiplied.” He cocked his head to the side, embarrassingly hiding in the palm of his hands, “I’m talking nonsense right?”

Yoongi’s confusion only grew when Namjoon told him he wanted to know about magic. He had thought the human wanted to forget and even at best he might tolerate it but actively seeking knowledge - from him? And then Namjoon kept talking and had him even more speechless and his breathing stuttered because his heart suddenly felt so full and then he said that he loved him, so nonchalantly, so casually and honestly how only Namjoon could do it. He was talking about something so delicate and dangerous as if it was nothing, as if it didn’t mean the world to Yoongi to hear this and so he just… broke.

The tears ran silently down his cheeks and Namjoon was so busy talking and trying to make sense that he only saw when he asked Yoongi if he was making sense. But Yoongi couldn’t talk because his voice was choked up and he didn’t get enough air into his lungs, so he just shook his head. Because Namjoon didn’t make sense; he couldn’t believe it, didn’t dare to believe in Namjoon loving him despite what he had done.

“Oh, oh no, did I say something wrong? Are you okay, Yoongi?” Namjoon reached out for Yoongi’s hands, holding onto him tightly, trying to make sense why the other was suddenly crying. “Tell me if I did something wrong, please. I want to make this right. I want to do this right from the start…no curses, no interruptions…just us and our second date if you’re still up to it?”

Yoongi nodded quickly, wiping his eyes with his sleeve while trying to even out his breath - and failing. He was afraid that he would scare Namjoon off if he wouldn’t get himself together but Namjoon had shaken him to the core.

Love.

“Can you.. can you say it again, please?” He wanted to make sure that he hadn’t imagined things, maybe the ingredients of the mood brightening spell had a hallucinogenic effect or maybe he had just wished so hard that his mind had let him hear what he wanted. “The part about.. about you.. liking me?”

“W-what? Please, baby,” The nickname slipped from his lips so easily that he hadn’t even noticed it himself as he reached out for Yoongi, feeling like he was just too far away and pulling him onto his lap and into his arm to hold him tight. He leaned his head onto his shoulder, nuzzling his face close to Yoongi. “I liked you, a lot. The moment I stepped in here, I knew I would like you. And when we first met up, I knew it would turn into so much more.” Namjoon whispered holding him close and soothing over his back, before pulling him away a little to look at Yoongi’s face. “I wanted to ask Jimin about it, but I wasn’t sure if I could reach him with a séance. I googled something. I wanted to make sure that it was real. But it is. I can feel it, you know. Is it cheesy?”

Yoongi stiffened when Namjoon pulled him on his lap, a defensive reflex he couldn’t quite get rid of. It only took a few seconds though, of Namjoon’s warm hands on his back and the younger’s low voice against his ear to have him relax fully into his embrace. He wondered how something simple like an embrace could feel so right and reach so deep within him. The witch shuddered in pure bliss. Actually, he was so content that it took him a little while to get what Namjoon was talking about, his eyes widening when the other talked about a seance - before he realized that no, of course Jimin wasn’t dead, Namjoon just had no idea what he was talking about. He broke into a laughter again (Namjoon was giving his emotions a really good shake to have him laughing and crying and laughing again in just a few minutes) and at the other’s confused face he explained quickly.

“Namjoon please, do not try a seance. It’s for the dead. With your luck you would probably be haunted by a very vengeful spirit for the next month. If you want to ask Jimin something just call him. He has a phone. And I’m really happy that you think that this is real because I do too and… and it’s the most beautiful feeling and I’m so happy that I honestly don’t know what to do right now but.. you really trust google enough to confirm your feelings? Do I have to be worried that you might change your mind if google says something different?” He wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s neck, leaning in closer. “Because I would really, really like to keep you in my life forever.” Namjoon’s lips crushed onto Yoongi’s as an answer, pulling him against his body until there was no space between them and their breaths mingled hotly on his. His heart swelled with so much longing that he wondered how it could go on beating. His lips opened on a soft groan; he echoed it as he crushed his mouth to his. Namjoon was sure he would never get tired of kissing Yoongi. “Th-there’s something else,” He was whispering against Yoongi’s lips as he opened his eyes.

“Hu?” Yoongi blinked the haze away that had settled over his mind when Namjoon had kissed him like this. He had really gone all in, kissing him breathless like he was starving for his taste. It was incredibly hot to be wanted like this. He leaned back to see Namjoon better (and also get a little space between himself and Namjoon's lips because they were really tempting, and he couldn't promise to be able to concentrate on anything but his desire to kiss him again if he got to close). “What is it?” He wondered what else could make Namjoon shy after he had bravely confessed to him just like that.

Namjoons hand settled low on Yoongi’s back, wandering down to his waist. “I…I really, really want you. The curse was making it even worse…at least I thought so, but I still want you. A lot.” He could feel the blush on his cheeks, “I want to make this real…so let me take you out. Real date and stuff… or else, I can’t promise…” He leaned in again, kissing him sweetly and softer this time. “I can’t promise that I will be able to hold back if I am allowed to kiss you like that. It’s probably just the after effects of the curse, right?” Namjoon blinked up at Yoongi, “Maybe you have some secret potion for it?”

Yoongi laughed, feeling pure joy bubbling up inside of him as if he was made of champagne.

“Nope, I'm sorry to take that excuse away from you but as soon as the curse left you it also stopped its influence in you. You did feel exhausted because it had taken a toll on your body, but your thoughts were solely your own again since then. So, if you say you want me..” He spread his thighs a little further, scooting closer to Namjoon's groin, “…then you have no one else to blame but your own desire.”

He leaned in and brushed his lips over Namjoon's, teasing, fleeting, a barely there kiss. “I should give you a little warning though. If you plan on fucking me you should be careful because if you are able to give it to me good enough you'll literally see sparks. I can't control my magic if I come hard. It's not dangerous, just fizzy sparks but it can be a little startling if you don't expect it. Though as I said you have to fuck me right to see then anyway. Do you think you are at risk here?”

Namjoon gulped heavily, the desire pooling hot in the pit of his stomach. “I...I...really wanted to take you out first.” He mumbled one more time but pressed his lips against Yoongi’s right away hungrily. “You…you're making it hard to believe that if you keep turning me on like that.” Taking it slow after just having been told that they had a chance together would have been the proper thing to do - but Yoongi ached for this, for Namjoon's touches and his care, his closeness and attention. It was making him dizzy with the overwhelming desire for more.

He didn’t give himself or Yoongi a chance to backpedal but instead grabbed the hem of Yoongi’s shirt and pulled it over his head. He attacked Yoongi’s neck right away, kissing, biting, letting sweet bruises bloom on his skin where he wanted everyone to know that Yoongi was his. That he decided to trust him, because he was trusting his heart in this. Yoongi was good. And he loved him. He wanted him more than anything else.

“I hope you have the door closed this time?” Namjoon cocked an eyebrow and pulled Yoongi flush against him, before returning his attention on placing kisses everywhere his lips could reach on his beautiful skin. Yoongi wanted to feel him, all around him...again he had to take a second before it clicked what the other had said. “The door? Uhm, well, not yet…,” He quickly waved his hand and with a flick of his wrist the door clicked shut. Hopefully no one had seen it - or else the wind would have to take the blame for his magic, but there was no way he would get up now or let Namjoon further than his mouth could reach.

Namjoon looked up for barely a second, hearing the door shut, before he smiled and just kept on kissing Yoongi. It was the sweetest mixture between soft nibbles and heated make-outs, their hands exploring all of their bodies and Namjoon easily let Yoongi pull off his shirt as well, leaving them both shirtless and aching to be even closer. “You’re making me crazy,” He mumbled, “All week you did.” And now it felt like the purest bliss to love him. With a swift movement, Namjoon held Yoongi tightly around his wrist and turned so he could lift him up for a second and lay him down onto the couch, hovering over him. With Yoongi’s arms around his neck, Namjoon turned to kiss his wrist softly as he let his hands fall down his chest. His own found its way to Yoongis zipper right away, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Fuck, you don’t want to know how many times I’ve dreamed about this...or hallucinated,” He chuckled low, kissing down Yoongi’s chest and slowly going lower and lower.

The sudden change in position had Yoongi’s stomach lurching upwards. Suddenly there was something else mixing with his arousal. It had been a while since he’s had sex with someone, for different reasons and lying on his back like this with Namjoon hovering over him made him nervous. He trusted the other, he really did (and even if Namjoon turned out to be too rough he could always defend himself with magic). Still it was different sitting on someone’s lap and talking dirty with the arousal making you dizzy - and lying on your back while someone was undressing you and you got aware of your own vulnerability. He swallowed hard, trying to calm his nerves.

“You okay?“ Namjoon looked up at him, kissing his neck and jawline again, before softly nibbling at Yoongi’s lips. He had noticed the way Yoongi stiffened up right away under his touch and if there was one thing Namjoon didn’t want, it was for him to feel uncomfortable. “I…I can stop if you want. Anytime. Whenever. If you want me to do something differently… Just say it and we’ll go back, and I just hold you forever, deal?”

“That.. sounds good. You holding me I mean.” He pulled Namjoon close enough so that he could hide his face in his neck. Although Namjoon was supporting most of his weight on the couch Yoongi could still feel the younger’s body on top of him, weighing him down. He was so close that he could feel Namjoon’s heart beat and every exhale against his skin. It calmed him, grounded him. Namjoon was safe. He always would be.

“How do you want to do this?” He wanted to make sure that he could be what Namjoon wanted. If Namjoon told him he loved him and in return got disappointed with him because it wouldn’t be like he had imagined it... Yoongi had no idea how he would be supposed to cope with that.

“However, you want me to and it is comfortable for you.” A soft smile played on his lips, showing off his dimples, “How about I’ll undress you, give you the love you deserve, and I should have given you before. Then I’ll kiss you a lot more until we both gasp for air.” He leaned in to place a kiss on his lips, “Then I tell you how I fell in love with you, the moment you looked at me. How much I wanted to kiss you in that alley behind the black market and how I needed you by my side, because when I was with you the thoughts weren’t as bad. I could concentrate on you, hold your hand and just look at your beautiful face instead of worrying about whatever had happened.” He grinned, cupping Yoongi’s cheek, “And then I let you undress me and if you want, you can sit back up on my lap? So, I can hold you close, you can be in control while I adorn your body with kisses and make sweet love to you, which I should have done a long time ago. Because I love you.”

Namjoon smiled at him, telling him everything he needed to hear without a second of hesitation. Yoongi could feel his eyes start to burn again and he hid his face even more to make sure Namjoon couldn’t see how overwhelmed he was and what his words were doing to him. He nodded because he didn’t trust his voice at first and then added in a whisper. “Then I’m yours.” The other would take care of him he knew it with a certainty that he couldn’t explain himself. Namjoon leaned in and devoured Yoongi wholly. He didn’t hold back anymore, kissing him deeply while his hands were all over his body, exploring and touching his soft skin just like he wanted to all the time. It only felt right to do so.

Slowly, he kissed down Yoongi’s jaw and further down his neck and chest. He smirked, feeling how Yoongi was sucking in some air. “Relax baby, I got you,” He whispered and reached out for his hand to intertwine it with his while the other opened up his zipper and button easily. With his eyes on Yoongi, Namjoon licked up his happy trail, before placing his hands on the hem of his pants.

The witch spread his thighs on instinct to give Namjoon more room which actually made it more difficult to get rid of his jeans. He blushed hard when the younger had to manhandle him a little to get the pants off of him. The cool air that hit his skin had him yearning for Namjoon’s body heat, he craved the warmth, the closeness and so he undressed Namjoon as well, a least as far as he could reach before it got stuck at the other’s knees. “Get rid of them please. I want them gone.” He swallowed Namjoon’s answer in a demanding kiss, holding onto the humans shoulders for balance and comfort.

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle, kissing Yoongi once more before he got up to get rid of his pants. Of course, he noticed how Yoongi was staring at him, his eyes wandering over his body and Namjoon cocked up an eyebrow, “You’ve seen it before. I won’t pretend I haven’t heard what Jimin said.”

“That was different. I was a little distracted by trying to keep you from dying. Sure, I noticed that it would be a waste not to worship your body but... I was busy.” He twitched when Namjoon nipped on a sensitive spot.

When he got rid of his pants completely, Namjoon quickly got back over Yoongi and kissed the blush on Yoongi’s cheek. “Let me make you feel good, okay?” He said and hooked up one of Yoongi’s legs, starting at his knee as he slowly kissed down his thigh. “You’ll be good for me, right?”

“Depends.” He was too breathless to answer in complete sentences, but sassiness sounded better in short anyway. “What do I get if I behave like you want me too?” It wasn’t easy to pretend to be unaffected when all he wanted to do was melt under Namjoon's mouth.

“This,” Namjoon wasted no second to grab Yoongi’s cock, licking slow before sucking on the tip like a lover would – slowly and passionately and driving him absolutely mad with it just to stop seconds after. “Or maybe you rather want this,” He smirks as his hand plays gently with his balls, slides down and then softly rubbed against the rim of his hole once. “Only if you’re good for me.”

Yoongi cursed, low and desperate, arching embarrassingly quickly into Namjoon’s touch. “Fuck!” He was way too sensitive to have an actual chance in this.

“I’m good! I’ll be good!” He was hard and aching already, the tension pulling his muscles tight. He shuddered violently when Namjoon got close to his ass, his nervousness bubbling up once more, but it was quickly pulled under by need and passion. He bit his lip to keep from moaning when Namjoon touched him again, his breathing shuddery mess.

Namjoon kissed the moan right out of Yoongi’s mouth, pushing himself closer until he could rock his hips over Yoongi’s slowly. Reaching down, he pulled him even close by his waist, rubbing their dicks against each other in a desperate move to get some friction. He was completely breathless when he pulled off his lips, but kept close nonetheless, their hot breaths mingling. “D-do you have lube somewhere? I don’t want to hurt you.” Namjoon asked and kissed him again.

“Don’t worry. You won’t.” He wasn’t prepared for something like this, not with products he could use but as a practical witch he knew one or two spells he could use. He actually liked it, using magic on himself like this. It was intimate, personal. It made him tingle from the inside and instead of having to get used to something that felt strange and cold against his skin it felt nothing but natural to use his own magic for this. Yoongi held Namjoon’s gaze as he trailed his fingers down in between his legs and only when he dipped his finger in did his gaze break. His eyes fluttered shut as he pushed deeper, a soft whisper of the spell the only explanation for the wet, easy slide of his fingers. It felt good and even better to know that Namjoon was watching him and that this wasn’t everything he’d get tonight. The thought of Namjoon having him had him trembling, his hips twitching as he slowly fucked himself on his fingers.

Namjoon gulped, leaning back as he watched Yoongi fucking himself open like that…with…with magic. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. He really needed to learn a lot more.

He let his hands wander down Yoongi’s thighs, feeling them tremble under his touch. “You look beautiful, baby, yeah, just like that,” Namjoon started stroking himself, licking his lips in anticipation as he kept on observing how the magic was unfolding itself, making Yoongi wet and perfect for him to take. Soft gasps fell from Yoongi’s lips and when his cock started to twitch he knew that he was beyond ready. “Do you want to take over?” His voice sounded dark and sweet, like chocolate or velvet against naked skin. His body was flushed and heated, his eyes so dark that they almost looked black. Yoongi scraped his nails over Namjoon’s back, a gentle nudge in the right direction. “Make me yours..”

Namjoon bit his lip and wrapped his arm around Yoongi’s hips to pull him up and flush against his body as he sat back down on the couch – now with Yoongi back on his lap. “Yes,” He squeezed Yoongi’s ass tightly, spanking him once – lightly but he just had to. It felt good. He smoothed over the soft skin, squeezing his bottom with one hand while with the other he soothed over the rim of his hole and then pushed in two fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” Namjoon groaned leaning his head back, “You sure you can take me, baby?”

Yoongi’s muscle clenched when Namjoon slapped him, a surprised gasp leaving his lips. It kind of turned him on how easily Namjoon could move him around as if he weighed nothing… as if he was Namjoon’s to play with as he pleased. He moved restlessly on the other’s lap, trying to get away from the other’s touch while also leaning into it right after. It was always on the verge of too much and not enough and it drove him crazy. “Don’t drag it out! What are you waiting for? A formal invitation? Just fuck me, please. Take me apart.”

Namjoon laughed and nibbled at his collarbone, “Relax baby. I will.” He lined himself up against Yoongi’s hole, holding him tightly around his waist to make sure the other wasn’t pushing himself onto him with full force but that he was controlling his pace right now. Namjoon threw his head back the moment the tip sunk into his hole. He slowly let Yoongi settled onto his cock and lap, holding onto his waist tightly to keep him from moving, yet. When he was buried to the hilt, Namjoon smiled faintly, “Fuck…this feels even better from when I hallucinated it.” He smacked Yoongi’s bottom again, enjoying the way he was clenching around him, his walls tightening around his cock. Yoongi shuddered violently when Namjoon pushed into him, he felt so overwhelmingly full that he couldn’t breathe for a moment. The slap on his ass stung a little and when he clenched again he almost choked on how deep he could feel Namjoon inside of him. His fingers dug Namjoon’s shoulders as he tried to hold onto something that would help him to focus but his desperate attempt at grounding himself soon fell apart when Namjoon moved his hips.

He whimpered, soft and vulnerable when Namjoon’s cock slid deeper. His thighs trembled as he was keeping himself upright on Namjoon’s lap, but he could already feel his knees getting weaker. He moaned when Namjoon moved again, an experimental little thrust that felt like torture because Yoongi wanted more, needed more. He needed Namjoon to fuck him for real, but he was too shaky to ask for it. So, he just closed his eyes and held onto the younger, waiting for the sensations to take him over completely.

Namjoon kissed along his shoulder, moving his hips slowly. “You feel so good baby,” He moaned, pushing in once more and keeping Yoongi tight against his hips. “C’mon baby, move with me, let me know how desperate you are for this, for my cock,” He ordered with a rough voice, not really sure what was taking over him but Yoongi shuddered, holding onto him even more. Wrapping his arms around Yoongi, he pushed him down on his lap, thrusting upwards at the same time. His pace slowly starting to go up and become rougher.

Every thrust drew another sound from him, his was blushing hard, trying to shut up but he couldn’t. Slowly his body found a rhythm to move against Namjoon’s and the pleasure sparked so suddenly up his spine he felt like he was aflame. “Namjoon!” His soft gasps and desperate little whimpers where like a melody, a prayer for Namjoon to keep going. He still clung to Namjoon’s shoulders because he could barely keep himself upright, and when Namjoon slightly changed his angle, hitting his sweet spot for the first time he collapsed forward, burying his face in Namjoon’s neck again. He panted, short shallow gasps of air against Namjoon’s heated skin while the other began abusing his sweet spot so well Yoongi felt like he was about to cry.

Namjoon used the opportunity to keep Yoongi just like that and in place to fuck right into him. He was sure Yoongi could take it and if he could go by his reactions even loved it. He turned his head a little, kissing Yoongi sloppily while he was thrusting in deep, moaning with every pull out of him. “Fuck,” He cursed, scratching his fingers down Yoongi’s back. It was getting exhausting to push up into Yoongi, so Namjoon used their position to lay Yoongi onto his back again, making sure to still keep close to him. Only this way he could thrust into him even harder, roll his hips into Yoongi’s and make the younger moan in pleasure.

Yoongi was thankful that Namjoon flipped them over because he had been utterly lost with his attempt at riding Namjoon. He was too strung up, too sensitive to manage to concentrate on both moving and trying not to scream whenever Namjoon pushed into him just right. The witch went completely pliant in Namjoon’s hold, taking everything the younger was giving him, keeping his thighs spread so Namjoon could fuck into him again and again. “Please..” His voice was barely a whisper. “Don’t.. don’t stop. Feels so good .. fuck, yeah, like that.. “ He pressed the back of his hand against his mouth to keep himself from sobbing, hoping that no one would hear his desperate sounds. No one but Namjoon was supposed to know how good he made him feel.

Namjoon only took it as a sign to give it to Yoongi even harder. He sat himself up a little, finding the right spot where he knew it would drive the witch crazy and pushed into him slowly. He was pulling out just as slow and then pushed in harder again. With a smirk, he repeated the sweet torture a couple of times, feeling the pleasure rush through his veins, making him feel hot and dizzy from it. “You feel so good,” He hummed, moving his hips in circles before thrusting in deep again. His movements grew erratic, fast and deep. His groans only gotten louder and Namjoon really hoped that the magic had closed the door of the shop so there was no one eavesdropping. “Fuck,” He cursed, feeling the heat pool at his groin, “I…I can’t…”

Yoongi was beyond words already. He moved against Namjoon with quick little snaps of his hips, chasing the friction that had his thighs quivering and his stomach clenching. He didn’t want this to end and yet he could feel the tension pull tighter and tighter, his release so close he could practically feel it, a foretaste of what was about to come. Namjoon was just as close and when the younger’s grip suddenly tightened around his hips and Yoongi felt like he was moved just like Namjoon needed, knowing that the other got himself off with his body he was gone. The heat in his gut snapped and he came hard and with a high pitched cry, shaking apart on Namjoon’s cock like the human had wanted him to. It pulled Namjoon right with him, making him moan low and bury his cock deep down in Yoongi as he came. It was the same moment Namjoon saw the sparks.

He couldn’t believe it. There were literal sparks flying around Yoongi as he came and if he wasn’t so out of it himself, he would have loved to just stare and watch the witch fall apart in ecstasy. He would definitely remember to ask Yoongi to do that one day for him. The sparks were traveling from Yoongi’s fingertips over Namjoon’s shoulder blades down his skin like fizzly sparks of light making him shudder. He quickly caught himself on his elbows, or else he would have fallen onto the witch with how weak he felt.

Yoongi sighed with pure contentment. He felt warm and sated and absolutely wonderful. Namjoon’s skin was comfortable warm against his own and when he kissed the younger’s shoulder he tasted salt. As soon as he had regained his breath he placed a few more kisses along Namjoon’s jaw, sleepy and affectionate because kissing Namjoon had quickly turned into his favorite pastime. He didn’t move at all, because there was a pleasant heaviness weighing him down - and also because he liked that Namjoon hadn’t pulled out right away. Knowing that he was still inside of him, just for the sake of it made him strangely happy even though he knew that they would have to separate eventually, before it got uncomfortable. Still he dragged it out a little longer.

“Did you like it?” The question might be abundant considering that he could still feel Namjoon’s release hot and wet inside of him, but he wanted to know nonetheless, needed to hear Namjoon tell him that he had enjoyed it and wanted to do it again. Unfortunately, he got oversensitive pretty quickly or else he wouldn’t have minded for Namjoon to take him again and use him for pleasure until the other’s body against his own and his hard cock inside him was all that he could feel. Yoongi absentmindedly traced pattern into Namjoon’s skin, symbols of love and protection, things he would have told Namjoon if his heart didn't feel too full for him to talk more than a few words. ‘thank you’ he wordlessly told him ‘thank you for loving me.’

Namjoon chuckled low, pushing himself up from Yoongi and slowly pulled out of him. “More than words can describe,” He whispered sweet against Yoongi’s lips and kissed him once more. Namjoon got up hesitantly, wanting to just lay with Yoongi forever but he wanted to clean the other up first and himself, maybe put on back some clothes before they could comfortably lay in each other’s arms. Only then did he allow himself to lean back and pull Yoongi against his chest, cuddling him for real.

He was soothing over his hair, leaving soft kisses on his ear and cheek, when he suddenly saw it. Namjoon stiffened up completely, his hand reaching out for Yoongi’s wrist. Yoongi got a little lost in Namjoon’s gentleness and his eyelids started to drop on their own. He was about to comfortably zone out under Namjoon’s hands with his fingers softly brushing through his hair when the other pulled him up and was acting shocked. “N-no, don’t...tell me, you’re going to...that’s not what you meant when you said...that you bring it back to...no, Yoongi, you won’t die on me right? You won’t, right?” Namjoon cupped his cheek and turned him towards him, his eyes suddenly full of worry.

Apparently Namjoon had only seen the curse on his skin at this very moment. Carefully he pulled Namjoon’s hands away from his wrist and showed him his palm upside down. “You just figured this out, hm?” He couldn’t stop himself from teasing him slightly. “There is no reason to worry. I won’t die. When you had the curse, it inhabited your body without restraints. It would have grown bigger until there was nothing left of you. This however…” He showed of the circle of sigils that enclosed the spot where the curse hat met his skin, “…doesn’t only keep the curse at exactly this spot on my body, it is also so strange that the curse is completely dormant. I don’t feel it like you did. I’m all me, no dark thoughts, no high risk behavior, no pain. I just have to give up a tiny piece of my skin to keep you in my life. And I figured that it’s a fair price.”

Namjoon relaxed visibly, leaning back and pulling Yoongi with him. “Fuck, thank god, I wouldn’t have survived this a second time,” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss on Yoongi’s cheek, whispering another thank you, “So it keeps us forever bounded, I see.” Namjoon kissed him on top of his ear again, “I love you too. I’m glad you’re alright. Because I’m definitely the worst at taking care of things. Did I tell you about how I killed my bonsai tree? I thought that wasn’t even possible…but it died. I swore I watered it every day. Maybe you can whirl around your magic and revive it?” He pulled Yoongi a little tighter against his chest, “You will show me right? The good things you do? What about the black magic you sell…do you still do it?”

“Oh no, your beautiful tree!” Yoongi pouted at the thought of the little plum tree bonsai wilting so he happily complied to Namjoon’s request. “Of course, let me take a look tomorrow. I’ll make it indestructible. You’ll have your own reminder of magic existing in your home then. And I’ll make sure it has the most beautiful blossoms in spring. You won’t believe how plants can change if you give them a little attention and magic.”

He felt a little shy which didn’t make much sense considering that Namjoon knew him quite ‘intimately’ now but still, his magic was always something very personal and close to his heart.

“Yeah, if you want to I can show you. There are so many spells out there. And not every magic is about achieving something or doing something big. You can work the domestic kind of magic, the natural kind, little things that just come naturally to me.” It was exciting to think about showing someone his absolute honest and true self because he had never dared to show anyone more than his ‘passing as human’ charade. “No, not really. No curses, no voodoo, no blood magic that it meant to harm. But.. I can’t give up on black magic completely. You should know that even love magic can border on black magic. Staying 100% on the light side would feel like closing myself off from so many different opportunities to grow and learn and get experiences I’d otherwise never would. I understand if you don’t want to know about this part of me and I’ll make sure that you won’t ever be present when I’m doing a spell or potions that’s more complex than the safe, harmless and light versions. Please don’t worry. We’ll make it work. You’ll see, I’ll be able to pay my bills and still keep you from any harm. I promise.”

“No, I don’t want you to change for me. I just want you to be safe, that’s all,” Namjoon shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t want to lose you over a spell gone wrong or people coming after you…what did you say they were called? GOMs? Just explain it to me and I will listen and understand. If this is a part of who you are, then I will get to know it just as much as every other part of you. I believe that you’re good. I feel it.” He cupped Yoongi’s cheek and turned his head so he could look at him more closely, “Just promise me to be safe. Because I need you by my side.” There was a quiet meow, making both of them look over to where Hobi jumped onto the couch, plopping down onto Yoongi’s stomach as he curled in on himself. “And he needs you too.”

Yoongi chuckled at that. “Hobi said what he needs is his dinner. Otherwise he threatens to blackmail us with telling Zilla about our sex life which ultimately means he’ll tell Jungkook.” He fluffed up Hobi’s fur in revenge, ignoring that it just made the cat purr even happier. “I’ll be in the kitchen in a second, just let me be sappy for a tiny little while longer, okay?” He turned his attention back to Namjoon, placing his arms around the other’s neck comfortably as if they belonged there.

“I’ll promise to be as safe as possible with my witchcraft - if you promise to do the same with your chemical stuff. Cause somehow I feel like you’re more at risk than I am. And what you just said counts for both of us. I need you. We both do. So, you better make sure you’ll stay.” He then sealed their promises with something that made to be just as powerful as magic: a kiss.

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