Yoongi is sick. Extremely sick. He’s in his bed, bundled up in all of his blankets and yet somehow he still feels cold. He can’t stop shivering. It feels like ice has seeped into his bones.
His wooden floor is barely visible under the used tissues that cover it. It’s digusting, and also shocking, how many tissues he’s gone through in just the past day of being sick. They’ve all been discarded onto the floor because Yoongi has no energy to even get up out of his bed let alone attempt to clean up the mess he’s made.
The thing is, you see, Yoongi never gets sick. Ever. He’s always healthy despite never making an effort to actually take care of his health. Never in his life has he been as sick as he is right now. It makes him feel sympathetic towards the people who get sick often. He can’t imagine having to deal with this more than once. The one day he’s been sick has been more than enough for him for the rest of his life, he thinks.
He’s actually so sick that it’s starting to affect his powers, even. He’s already tried multiple times to wish himself back to health, but it’s not working, and he isn’t happy about it.
You see, Yoongi is a witch. A very powerful witch. All he has to do is start off a sentence with “I wish” and whatever follows will come true. It’s never failed him once in his life. Not until he got sick, at least.
Yoongi prefers not to use his powers often, afraid of abusing them. He just wants to be like everyone else, to fit in, which is why his identity as a witch is protected and hidden.
The people of their town know Yoongi, but they only know him as the local man who rarely leaves his house. It’s not the best reputation, but it works for Yoongi because it means people can’t take advantage of him for his powers. Not that he expects anyone would, he has more faith in his townspeople than that, but there are always selfish people out there who might want to take advantage of him and it’s safer not to risk it.
The townspeople know of a witch called Suga who protects them and saves them from a crisis when it’s needed. Everyone loves Suga. He’s often spoken about and praised, but only two people are aware of his true identity. Are aware that Yoongi, the isolated man who barely leaves his own home, and Suga, the powerful witch, are the same person.
The only people who know are Namjoon, the mayor of the town, and Seokjin, his assistant. They also happen to be two of Yoongi’s close (and only) friends.
If anyone requires help from Suga, they contact Namjoon who then in turn contacts Yoongi to get it sorted. That’s how it’s been for years, ever since Yoongi discovered his powers, and that’s how it’ll stay for the foreseeable future.
It might be complicated, but it works.
Yoongi groans as he starts to feel hot and sweaty. He throws the blankets that had been crucial only moments ago to the floor. Even doing so, he still feels far too hot. He wants to open the window, but he lacks the energy to even move.
“I wish the window was open,” he attempts. It fails, of course, because his lack of energy and sickness is impacting his powers.
A body comes into Yoongi’s view and he watches as they open the window. “Your wish is my command, your highness.”
Yoongi glares at Seokjin’s smug, grinning face. “When did you get here?”
“Just now. I heard you were sick so, being the lovely friend that I am, I came to take care of you. I’m a hero, I know.” Seokjin picks up Yoongi’s empty bin and begins to fill it with the discarded tissues that cover Yoongi’s floor.
“You don’t have to—” Yoongi is cut off by his own by the violent coughing fit his body throws him into.
Seokjin looks over in concern but relaxes once Yoongi’s coughs stop.
“You don’t have to tidy. I can do it myself.” As if to prove his point, Yoongi attempts to get out of his bed, but is quickly stopped by Seokjin who pushes him back down into a laying position.
“You need to rest.”
Yoongi wants to protest. He wants to be stubborn and insist that he doesn’t need Seokjin’s help, he’s just fine on his own. But he’s far too worn out to even try.
Instead, he gives in to his exhaustion and lets his eyes close as he drifts into a peaceful slumber.
Yoongi wakes up to the smell of chicken soup. He blinks his eyes, trying to adjust them to the light, and spies Seokjin at his desk, reading a book.
“You’re still here?”
Seokjin looks over at him, an unimpressed look painting his face. “Who do you think made you soup?”
Right, the soup. Yoongi shifts himself so he’s resting his weight on his arm and spies said bowl of soup waiting for him on his bedside table. There’s still steam coming from the bowl.
“Did you just make this?”
Seokjin nods without tearing his eyes away from the book in his hands. Yoongi’s at too far of a distance and his eyes are too unfocused for him to make out the title, but the cover of the book is a plain black. Rather boring looking, really.
“Thank you.” Yoongi carefully manoeuvres himself and the bowl so he can sit up to eat it, his back supported by his unnecessary number of large fluffy pillows. Carefully, he lifts a spoonful of the delightful smelling food and blows on it to cool it down. It tastes just as good as it smells and Yoongi makes a noise of approval.
He eats the soup fairly quickly, with Seokjin being too engrossed in his book to try and make conversation with Yoongi which allows him to eat even faster than he usually would.
Once it’s finished, he places the empty bowl back onto his bedside table and wipes away any remains of soup on his mouth with the back of his hand. Not the most sanitary, but he’s sick, so he doesn’t have it in him to care.
Seokjin, noticing that Yoongi has finally finished eating, bookmarks the page he’s on and sets his book down. “Are you feeling any better?”
“A bit, yeah. The sleep and food helped, I think.”
Seokjin nods. He picks up his bag that Yoongi hadn’t even noticed he’d brought and rifles around in it for a few moments before pulling out a file with an “aha!” He stands from his chair and brings the file over to Yoongi then hands it to him. “I know you’re sick but Taehyung — you know Taehyung, right?”
Yoongi nods. He knows about Taehyung’s farm — one of the main sources of food in their town.
“He’s having some trouble with his crops this year. All the info Namjoon has is in that file and he asked me to give it to you to see if you’re up for helping?”
Yoongi might be sick, but he’s never one to turn down a request. Especially one as simple as helping out with crops. It’s one of the lowest energy requests he could’ve been given. “I’ll do it.” Yoongi flicks through the file of information. It’s just basic information about Taehyung’s farm and the types of crops he keeps. He doesn’t really need such information to use his powers, he only needs to know the bare minimum for his wishes, but he appreciates the effort Namjoon always goes to in order to keep him informed. “My powers aren’t working properly, though, since I’m so sick.”
“Give it a few days. Once you’ve recovered a bit you can give it a go?” Seokjin suggests.
Seokjin gives him a smile and a nod. “Thanks, Yoongi. I’ll let Namjoon know.” He collects his bag from near the desk and places his book inside. “Will you be okay if I leave?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m not a child,” Yoongi says with a whine in his voice, which only serves to disprove his point.
Seokjin takes his leave with a goodbye and a promise of more chicken soup the next day.
Yoongi settles back into bed, feeling his exhaustion lingering at the back of his mind. He knows if he wants to help out Taehyung he needs to get all of the rest that he can.
A few days later and Yoongi still isn’t back to perfect health, but he’s able to get out of bed and actually do things, so he decides it’s good enough to help Taehyung. He might not be recovered, but he is on his way to recovery and that’s good enough for him.
He’s waiting outside of Namjoon’s office, sitting on one of the uncomfortable hard chairs that are kept outside for guests to wait on. Yoongi really needs to convince Namjoon to replace them with something more comfortable.
Speaking of Namjoon, he picks that moment to exit his office, Seokjin in tow.
“Your chairs hurt my ass,” Yoongi states blandly. Not how he wanted to go about it, but at least he didn’t beat around the bush.
Namjoon looks shocked for a second before he recovers and schools his expression back into a neutral one. “I’m sorry to your ass, then.”
Seokjin stifles a laugh behind Namjoon at his comment, which only earns him an unimpressed glare from Yoongi.
Instead of dignifying him with another response, Yoongi stands and brushes off his trousers from any dirt (not that there is any dirt anywhere around the town hall —
the cleaners keep it spotless). “So, are we going?”
Namjoon nods. He walks towards the exit and Seokjin and Yoongi take his lead and follow him. As they walk towards Seokjin’s car, Namjoon goes over their plan once again.
“Taehyung left me the key to his property so we’re free to go there and see how the crops are doing ourselves.”
Yoongi opens his mouth to make a comment, but Namjoon holds his hand up, stopping him in his tracks.
“I know you don’t need to see or to be anywhere near it. This is mostly for formalities so everyone knows I’m doing my job correctly.” He opens the passenger door and gets into the seat which leaves Yoongi stuck in the back of the car. As always. Before he’s able to complain, though, Namjoon continues. “It’s fun to see your magic at work, anyway. And it gets us out of that stuffy office.”
“I know but Taehyung’s place is far,” Yoongi says. Then, staring pointedly at Seokjin, he adds, “and someone sucks as a driver.”
“Hey!” Seokjin yells indignantly. “I take offence to that. At least Namjoon isn’t driving.”
Well, he has a fair point there.
Yoongi decides not to comment further, instead he curls himself up as much as he can in the backseat of the car, hoping to take a nap to pass the time of the drive out there.
Once they arrive at Taehyung’s farm, Namjoon instructs Yoongi to stay in the car while he checks that no one’s around and Yoongi’s identity won’t be compromised. Yoongi doesn’t think anyone will be, the people in their town always respectful of Yoongi wanting to keep his identity hidden, but he knows Namjoon only wants to protect him, so he stays in the car as he’s asked to without putting up a fight.
Once Namjoon and Seokjin return from their scouting with the all clear, Yoongi leaves the car and joins them.
Together, the three of them make their way around to the back of the house where all the crop fields are.
Now, Yoongi doesn’t know much about crops, but he doesn’t think they should look pale and sickly. They remind him of himself over the past few days, even, when he’s been fighting off his sickness.
“These definitely need some help,” Namjoon says.
Yoongi hums in agreement. Making the noise irritates his throat and he ends up coughing loudly, Seokjin patting his back comfortingly as he does so.
He looks at Seokjin once the coughing stops. Seokjin looks rather concerned as he frowns at Yoongi. “Are you sure you’re well enough to do this?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Yoongi isn’t fine. He still feels a tickle at the back of his throat and there’s a throbbing sensation behind his eyes, but he doesn’t want to worry Seokjin or compromise helping Taehyung out, so he decides not to say anything. “Okay, I’m going to do it.” Yoongi takes a deep breath and prepares himself. Although doesn’t have to, he feels like his powers are stronger when he focuses and clears his mind from anything else. He pushes any thoughts out of his mind, finding it easy from his years of practicing meditation, and focuses only on Taehyung’s crops. His eyes slip closed and then he speaks. “I wish for the crops of this farm to be healthy and thriving.”
Yoongi opens his eyes expecting all of the crops to look healthier and better as his magic works instantly, but there’s no change.
“Huh?” he says dumbly, unsure of why it hasn’t worked. Then, the throbbing pain in his head becomes a sharp pain and he drops to the floor with a wail as the immense pain becomes overwhelming and unbearable.
He feels an arm around his shoulder and then his head hit something warm and soft. He can only assume it’s either Namjoon or Seokjin’s chest.
“Uh, Yoongi,” Yoongi hears Namjoon’s voice come from somewhere above him, telling him the person he’s pressed against is Seokjin, “I think we have a problem.”
Yoongi forces his eyes open, ignoring the pain, and sees that one by one the crops are wilting and dying.
He’s powerless to do anything. All Yoongi can do is sit there and stare as the majority of the food source for their town dies in front of his eyes.
Yoongi refuses to get out of his bed. He does his best to ignore Seokjin who’s banging at his bedroom door, demanding to be let in.
“Just open it, Yoongi,” he begs.
Yoongi doesn’t move, doesn’t reply. He just attempts to tune Seokjin out.
“It’s not your fault it happened,” Seokjin tries.
“Yeah, it is.” It’s the first word Yoongi’s said since they left the farm the day before. He locked himself in his room as soon as Seokjin and Namjoon dropped him off home and he hasn’t left since.
“Let me in. We can talk about this.”
Yoongi groans as he pushes himself out of his bed, his bones protesting from where he hasn’t moved in so long. He unlocks the door and then drops himself back into his bed. He throws his blanket over himself and curls up into a ball facing the wall.
He hears the sound of Seokjin entering the room, the floorboards creaking under his weight. Yoongi makes a mental note to get the creaking sorted at some point. The end of the bed dips.
“You didn’t do it on purpose. Don’t shut yourself out.” Yoongi can hear the worry in Seokjin’s voice, the fear that Yoongi’s going to go back into that phase when he wouldn’t leave his room, wouldn’t talk to his friends for months before they got through to him.
It was years ago now; the only other time anything had gone wrong with Yoongi’s powers. He’d been exhausted, overworked with fulfilling the requests of the townspeople, and he’d had a simple request, to wish for Namjoon’s friend, Jimin’s, missing precious watch to be found.
The combination of his exhaustion and annoyance from having to do too many things all at once had caused his powers to mess up and Jimin’s watch had come back to them, only it was in pieces.
Jimin had never blamed Yoongi as far as Yoongi knows through what Namjoon told him (he’d never spoken to Jimin personally, of course), but it still made him feel so guilty that he’d closed himself off from everyone around him, including his friends.
Namjoon and Seokjin helped him to get out of it and Namjoon made a promise to never overwork Yoongi again, which is why he only fulfils the urgent, most important requests that are few and far between.
Yoongi doesn’t want to go back to that dark place, so he rolls over to look at Seokjin. He knows he looks awful, hair dishevelled, face pale, eye bags from his lack of sleep, but Seokjin doesn’t make a comment. He simply asks, “Will you be okay?”
Not an ‘are you okay?’ because they both know he’s not, but a will you be.
And will he be okay?
Yoongi gives a small nod.
It might be hard to deal with the guilt of knowing he’s just made it harder for everyone to get the food they so desperately need, but he knows it’s not really his fault. So, he’ll be okay.
It might take some time, but he knows he will be.
A few days later and Yoongi finally feels completely back to himself. The guilt still lingers at the back of his mind, but his mood has greatly improved, and he’s finally recovered from his illness.
Currently, he’s walking into the main town square to buy himself some groceries. He’d really neglected stocking up his fridge while he was unwell and now it’s long past the time he should’ve bought himself groceries and restocked his food and it shows. His fridge is almost empty, as are his cupboards, so it’s well past the time he should’ve come. But, it’s better late than never, as they say.
He whistles as he walks, a happy skip in his step. Days where Yoongi feels so overly happy for no reason are few and far between, but he’s determined not to let anything ruin his day today.
A bird swoops down in front of him, startling him and distracting his attention from where he’s walking. The distraction is enough that he doesn’t spot the person walking the other way and he bumps into them. Yoongi stumbles back, but the stranger grabs his arms to steady him.
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi says as he takes his first proper look at the stranger. The man is taller than him with styled dark brown hair and a smile which reminds Yoongi of warmth.
“No problem. I should’ve been looking where I was going.” The man releases his grip on Yoongi which allows him to take a step back and get out of the man’s personal space. “I’m actually new around here. Do you know where I can stay?”
“There’s a nice inn about a ten-minute walk from here. It’s actually on my way, so I can show you if you’d like?” Yoongi isn’t usually one to offer help to someone without them asking, but his unusually good mood paired with the pretty smile of the man makes him want to help.
“Sure. Lead the way.”
The two set off together down the cobbled streets with the hot sun beating down on them. It’s warmer than usual, to the point it’s a little uncomfortable.
“I’m Hoseok, by the way,” the man—Hoseok—says. He turns to look at Yoongi with a smile. “What’s your name?”
As nice as Hoseok seems, Yoongi is awkward around new people. He doesn’t really talk to anyone other than Seokjin, Namjoon and the workers at the grocery store. He’s kept himself isolated for so long he’s forgotten how to make small talk. He just hopes it doesn’t make Hoseok uncomfortable.
They walk together in silence, the only sound being the steady rhythm of their feet on the ground and the soothing song of the birds overhead.
“So, why did you come here?” Yoongi breaks the silence.
“I have a task I’ve been sent to do.”
The vagueness of his statement piques Yoongi’s interest, but he doesn’t question further.
“What’s it like around here?” Hoseok asks, a note of genuine curiosity in his voice.
Yoongi hums, thinking over his answer. “It’s nice. The people are all lovely and it’s a good community to be a part of.”
“There’s no issues?”
Yoongi frowns. “What kind of issues?”
“There was a mishap with a farm nearby, no?”
Yoongi feels the panic start to set in. Who is Hoseok? Why is he asking about what happened to Taehyung’s farm? Does he know something? Has he figured out Yoongi’s identity?
Hoseok speaks again at Yoongi’s silence. “I’ll be frank. I’m a witch hunter. There’s a group of us, actually. We got word of what happened and figured magic was involved.”
“Oh, well, I know nothing about that.” Yoongi tries to speak with nonchalance, but his voice squeaks a little at the end.
The inn stands tall in front of them. Yoongi thanks all the gods that they made it to the inn at the perfect time.
“Well, I guess this is where we part,” Hoseok says. The smile still remains in place, never once faltering.
“I guess so. Have a nice stay, Hoseok.”
Yoongi waves and turns to leave. He hurries away from the inn and from Hoseok. His groceries forgotten, he heads straight for the town hall. He needs to talk to Namjoon and he needs to talk to him now.
“So, you’re telling me there’s a witch hunter in town? Looking for you?” Namjoon has the most bewildered look on his face.
“Yeah. I’m fucked, Joon.” Yoongi doesn’t want to sound whiny, but he really is scared for his life. Admittedly, he doesn’t know a lot about witch hunters, but from the name he can only imagine what might happen to him if Hoseok discovers his identity.
Namjoon picks up his pen and twirls it around in his hand, deep in thought. “No one knows your identity other than me and Seokjin. You’ll be safe.”
“We don’t know what this witch hunter is capable of,” Seokjin speaks up. He sits in the old chair next to Namjoon’s towering bookcase which is filled to the brim with books of all genres and types. It always makes Yoongi wonder how Namjoon even has the time to read so much with how busy his job is.
“I can contact Jeongguk?”
Yoongi has never heard that name before. “Who’s Jeongguk?”
“He’s an old friend. Another witch like you. He moved to the US many years ago, but I seem to recall him mentioning witch hunters at some point or another.” Namjoon places his pen down and picks up his worn leather diary instead. It’s not in the best shape, but he refuses to get a new one. Yoongi has offered to buy him a replacement more times than he can count. Namjoon always insists that it’s perfectly fine even though everyone can see it’s falling apart. He flicks through some pages until he must find what he’s looking for. His finger running across the page, Namjoon types a number into his phone, presumably Jeongguk’s number. As he picks up the receiver, he says, “I’m going to see what he knows. You two can try and come up with a plan between you.”
Yoongi nods, turning his attention from Namjoon to Seokjin. He shuffles his chair closer to where Seokjin sits. Yoongi grimaces when the legs scraping against the wooden floor making an unpleasant squeaking sound. “Any ideas?”
Seokjin shakes his head. “We can kill him?”
Yoongi barks out a laugh.
“No, I’m serious.” The slight upturn of Seokjin’s lips is a dead giveaway that he’s not, but Yoongi appreciates his attempt at trying to distract him.
The amusement doesn’t last long. Yoongi is in deep, deep trouble and he really isn’t sure of a solution.
The two of them go quiet. Yoongi mulls over what he can possibly do while Namjoon’s voice drones on in the background. He isn’t listening to what Namjoon is saying, his words falling on deaf ears, because Yoongi is certain that Jeongguk won’t be able to help. He knows he’s screwed.
Namjoon hangs up, bringing Seokjin and Yoongi’s attention back to himself. “Jeongguk doesn’t know much. He said there was a witch hunter in his town once but he didn’t find anything so he left. Maybe we can just wait it out?”
“Isn’t that a big risk on Yoongi, though?”
Namjoon hums, contemplative. “It might be. We don’t really have many other options, though, do we?”
“I can always just leave,” Yoongi suggests. It’s the last thing he wants to do—this is his home—but it might be his only option.
“No,” both Namjoon and Seokjin protest.
“You’re not leaving,” Namjoon continues. “We’ll protect you.”
His words hang heavy in the air. It’s a promise. A promise to Yoongi that he’ll be safe. The doubt still lingers in Yoongi’s mind, though. He knows Namjoon will do everything in his power to keep Yoongi safe, as will Seokjin, but is it really possible? They don’t know what the witch hunter is capable of, what tricks he might have up his sleeve.
“Wait, I have an idea.” Seokjin has a smile on his face. “Why doesn’t Yoongi just use his powers and wish for him to leave?”
Well, that could work. Yoongi is about to voice his agreement, when Namjoon cuts him off. “No. We agreed never to abuse Yoongi’s powers for our own gain and especially not negatively towards another human.”
“His safety is at risk, Joon,” Seokjin reasons. “This is a way to keep Yoongi safe. You want him to stay safe, don’t you?”
“Of course.” Namjoon seems affronted that Seokjin would suggest otherwise. “But this goes against what we agreed. This is messing with another human’s life.”
“Yoongi, what do you think?”
Yoongi feels torn. On the one hand, he knows Namjoon is right. This goes against his morals and what he’s always stood for. He made a promise to himself to never use his powers to interfere with someone else’s life, and to use it to send Hoseok away would be doing just that. At the same time, though, his life is at risk here. If he doesn’t act, there’s no telling what might happen.
“You’re both right,” is what he settles on.
“But?” Seokjin prompts.
“But I don’t want to die. I have to side with Seokjin. Sorry, Joon.”
The disappointment is written all over Namjoon’s face. “It’s your choice, at the end of the day. I don’t agree with it, but I know your safety is at risk.”
The conversation ends there and Yoongi’s mind is made up. He needs to wish for Hoseok to leave. He needs to do it to protect himself.
Yoongi decides, as he carries his groceries that he finally remembered to buy back to his house, that he needs to get Hoseok to leave as quickly as possible. The longer he stays in town, the more of a chance he has at discovering Yoongi’s identity.
Yoongi really can’t let his identity be compromised.
Sure, the townspeople might not know who the mysterious Suga is, but he’s almost certain they have guesses. If his name gets mentioned as a potential witch, Hoseok might run with that and discover the truth.
The sad part about it, he thinks, as he enters his house, is that he really could see himself having been good friends with Hoseok under different circumstances.
But, nothing can be done about that. Hoseok is a witch hunter and he’s looking for Yoongi. Those are the facts.
Yoongi stocks his fridge and cupboards with the groceries he’s just purchased. He mulls over how to go about using his powers, trying to decide on the best wording.
He needs to keep it concise but also have no loopholes.
Although he isn’t quite set on what he’ll say, even after having emptied his bags, he decides to run himself a bath. Even if his powers don’t require him to do anything specific, he always feels like it works just that little bit better if he’s relaxed. And really, what could be more relaxing than a bath?
He hums to himself as he runs the water, setting it to the perfect temperature. He noses through his cupboards in an attempt to look for a bath bomb. He notes that he’s running out. A trip to buy some new ones soon is definitely necessary.
With only a few bath bombs to choose from, it takes him no time to make his decision. A pink, rose-scented one. He drops it into the water and admires the way the bath bomb fizzes and the pink colour swirls to the surface. It’s almost hypnotising.
When his water reaches the perfect volume, he strips himself of his clothes and settles into the bath. The ache of his muscles eases with the warmth of the water.
He leans back, closing his eyes, allowing his body to relax, the tension to dissipate into the water.
When he feels so relaxed he almost tips over into the verge of a slumber, the words he needs to say come to him.
“I wish for Hoseok the witch hunter to leave this town, to stop on his search to discover my identity, and never return.”
With his wish spoken into the universe, Yoongi puts Hoseok out of his mind and tries to enjoy what remains of his day.
With the knowledge that Hoseok has left and Yoongi is safe once again, his mood skyrockets. Similarly as to how he had done before he found out there was a witch hunter in town, Yoongi whistles as he walks into town with a skip in his step. The dull sky with grey clouds that threaten to empty over the town does nothing to dampen his mood.
Yoongi doesn’t think anything can dampen his mood.
He makes a stop in Sunshine Café. He waves a hello to Mrs. Lee, the kind old lady who always adds an extra cookie to his order as a treat.
“Two cappuccinos, please.”
Mrs. Lee nods and sets to work on making them. “Anything else for you?”
“That’ll be all.”
He pays, she hands over the coffees (and the extra cookie, of course) and Yoongi sets off once again to Namjoon’s office.
When he gets there, he finds the door to Namjoon’s office wide open, but the man is nowhere in sight. He sets the coffees down on the desk, away from the edge as he doesn’t want anyone (Namjoon) knocking one over accidentally and making a mess, and scribbles a quick note to both Namjoon and Seokjin letting them know he’s done what needs to be done and felt like bringing them coffee.
With that out of the way, Yoongi decides he might as well go visit the park. He hasn’t been there in a while and he won’t let the lousy weather deter him again.
The park is rather empty, unsurprising given the clouds that are threatening to burst any moment, but a few people are walking their dogs, couples sitting on benches, some children playing. He greets everyone cheerily, hoping to spread his good mood on such a dreary day.
His own mood is wrecked when he spots Hoseok making conversation with a young woman only a little way ahead of him.
Yoongi’s heart sinks. How is Hoseok still here? Did his powers not work? Why wouldn’t they work?
He has so many questions, but no time to ponder them as Hoseok spots him and waves.
Yoongi panics. He tries to find somewhere he can hide, somewhere to avoid Hoseok, but it’s too open, sparsely decorated with trees, but not enough for Yoongi to attempt to conceal himself behind.
He has to talk to Hoseok.
“Good morning, Yoongi. The weather sucks, huh?” His warm signature smile adorns his face.
“Uh, yeah.” A pregnant pause. Yoongi was never good at small talk. “Are you still looking for the witch?”
A mistake, he’s shown too much interest, but one he can’t retract.
“Oh, yes, actually.” Hoseok lights up, assumedly at the prospect of someone being interested in his work. “I have some questions, if you don’t mind?”
Yoongi attempts to think of an excuse to leave, but comes up blank. “Yeah, sure.”
“Shall we sit?” Hoseok gestures to a nearby bench.
Yoongi nods, following him to the seat.
“So,” Hoseok begins, taking a seat on the creaky rotting bench, “have you ever heard a rumour of there being a witch in your town?”
Calm and casual. That’s all Yoongi has to do. Fake being calm even if inside he’s nothing but a ball of anxiety. “Not really, no.”
“Hmm?” Hoseok is regarding him suspiciously. “But everyone else I’ve spoken to has heard rumours or even knows there’s a with for sure. Why not you?” His words are direct—he knows Yoongi’s lying. It contrasts his happy and carefree demeanour, especially when the smile hasn’t left his face.
“I pretty much just keep to myself. I have two friends and it’s never come up in conversation with either of them.”
Hoseok has an eyebrow raised and that darned smile hasn’t left his face. “Who are these friends?”
“Namjoon and Seokjin. The mayor and his assistant.”
Hoseok hums and pulls a little notebook out of his pocket. Yoongi can’t see what he’s writing, but he can only assume it’s something about what he’s just said.
The pencil grates on the paper, creating an unpleasant squeaking sound.
“You’ve really never heard about this witch?” Hoseok isn’t even looking at him as he speaks now. He keeps his eyes focused on the page of his notebook.
Yoongi swallows. “Maybe once or twice in passing conversation, but I never paid it any mind. If it’s not my business I stay out of it.” He speaks his last words with intention and hopes Hoseok will take his hint.
“Well, that’s all I need to know for now.” Hoseok slips the notebook and pencil back into his pocket. He stands and sticks out his hand, his smile unchanged. “I hope we get to speak some more. You seem like an interesting person.”
Yoongi shakes Hoseok’s hand and nods. “I hope we do, too. Have a nice day.”
And with that, Hoseok is leaving and Yoongi is left to deal with everything that just happened alone.
The following day, Yoongi decides he’s going to do a little experiment.
He doesn’t want to go running straight to Namjoon and Seokjin about his wish not working. There are too many factors which could’ve affected it and he wants to be sure before he decides to tell them.
So, he heads into town for a third day in a row. He never spends so much time outside of his own house, not having much need to do so when his only friends work during the week and he has everything he needs to entertain himself in his house. It’s also safer, too, to keep himself more isolated. He doesn’t want anyone knowing his identity.
He doesn’t know where Hoseok will be, but he does know that on Sundays, most people spend their time at the White Deer pub. If Hoseok wants information from people, this is the best spot he can come to.
Yoongi orders himself a coke and a portion of chips and finds a shaded table outside, but one with a good view of as much of the area as possible. He wants to make sure he sees Hoseok if he turns up.
Three cokes later, Hoseok still hasn’t made an appearance. The beaming sun leaves Yoongi feeling uncomfortably sticky, even if he did find some shade to stick in. It’s just one of those days where it’s too hot.
Yoongi is ready to give up and return home, back to where he has a fan that’s able to cool him down from the sweltering heat, when a familiar head of hair pops into his distant view.
He squints, making sure he saw it right, and sure enough, Hoseok has just turned up. He’s speaking to a family at a table on the other side of the garden from Yoongi.
Yoongi waits for Hoseok to settle into conversation with them, seating himself at the table, and then he puts his plan into action.
He’s a decent enough distance away from everyone else that no one will hear him, but he still speaks barely above a whisper and says, “I wish Hoseok would leave that table and join another one.”
Nothing happens. Hoseok doesn’t move.
He waits a few agonising minutes, but still, nothing changes. Hoseok is talking and laughing with the family, making no indication that he’s leaving anytime soon.
Frustrated, Yoongi says, “I wish my coke was refilled.”
Sure enough, his coke is instantly refilled to the top.
So, it’s not his powers then.
Maybe it’s a fluke. Maybe he’s just been making too big requests.
“I wish the man opposite Hoseok would run his hand through his hair.”
The second Yoongi finishes speaking, the man does just that.
So, he knows that wish works. If it doesn’t work on Hoseok, they might have a problem, but third time’s a charm, right?
Yoongi grits his teeth and mutters, “I wish Hoseok would run his hand through his hair.”
Yoongi’s heart sinks. His powers aren’t affecting Hoseok, so he has no way to get him to leave.
Hoseok is in town, and he’s here to stay. At least until he discovers Yoongi’s identity, but Yoongi doesn’t want to think about that. He doesn’t want to think about what might happen to him.
He needs to talk to Namjoon and Seokjin and he needs to talk to them now.
“What do you mean your powers don’t work against him?”
Yoongi shrugs. “They just don’t. I tried to get him to leave last night, it didn’t work. So earlier today I tried smaller, easier things. It worked on other people, but the same thing wouldn’t work on him.” He pauses, looking between Namjoon and Seokjin to see if they have anything to add. When he’s met with Seokjin’s blank face and Namjoon’s shocked face (with his jaw dropped ever so slightly) he adds, “I think he’s immune somehow. Maybe it’s part of being a witch hunter.”
Namjoon shakes himself out of his shock (remembering to close his mouth) and says, “Well, I don’t know what we do now.”
The dread that’s been lingering, waiting for its chance to make itself known fills his entire body at those words. He feels dread down deep into his bones. If Namjoon doesn’t know what to do, what hope does he have?
Yoongi looks to Seokjin helplessly but is only met with a shake of his head.
The dread deepens.
And no one denies it, because they can’t. Hoseok has only been in town for a few days, but he’s already made his rounds with so many people. There’s no telling what sort of information he’s already figured out. He could be well on his way to knowing Yoongi’s identity already.
“Hoseok called and scheduled a meeting. Asked for the both of us,” Namjoon says.
Fuck. Yoongi really is screwed, then. Namjoon can’t lie and pretend not to know who the witch is, not when he’s the one who organises for Yoongi to use his powers to help people.
“I won’t tell him who you are,” Namjoon reassures, but it’s not enough.
Yoongi feels the room start to spin. The lights dance in front of his eyes. The faint buzzing sound that’s been present all day increases in volume. Deafening.
“I don’t feel good.” Yoongi knows the words come out of his mouth, that it’s his voice, but it doesn’t feel like he’s spoken.
He buries his head in his hands and tries to will whatever this is to pass.
Yoongi doesn’t know how much time passes before the sound of Seokjin’s voice becomes clear and his head starts to feel less fuzzy.
“Yoongi, do you hear me?”
Yoongi manages a small nod. He keeps his eyes screwed shut, his hands covering them. He doesn’t want to look at the lights, doesn’t want to see the room spin in front of him.
“You’re okay. We’ll figure out what to do about Hoseok. We’ll keep you safe.” Seokjin keeps repeating reassurances to Yoongi, promises to keep him safe.
When Yoongi finally lifts his head from his hands and opens his eyes he comes face to face with Seokjin. He’s kneeling on the floor, his hands on Yoongi’s thighs rubbing small circles into the flesh. Yoongi hadn’t registered the action until that moment, too caught up in his own head.
“I’m okay. I’m okay.” Yoongi can’t tell if he’s reassuring Seokjin and Namjoon or himself.
“You worried us there,” Namjoon says. He’s still sitting behind his desk, but his forehead is creased with worry. He chews on his lip as he looks at Yoongi.
Yoongi attempts a small smile. “Sorry. It all just got too much.”
“As long as you’re okay now.” Seokjin gives him a warm smile and it reassures Yoongi. He’s going to be okay.
Seokjin pushes himself to his feet, returning to the chair beside Yoongi to face Namjoon. “Any ideas yet, Mr. Mayor?”
Namjoon rolls his eyes at the comment, but doesn’t say anything about it. “I have one, but you won’t like it.” He’s addressing Yoongi, looking straight at him.
“Try me,” Yoongi counters.
“You befriend Hoseok, spend time with him. Offer to help him catch the witch, maybe. It’ll take his suspicions off of you if you want to help and you can also find out information about him, maybe something we can use against him.”
Namjoon is right, Yoongi doesn’t like it. He doesn’t want to get close to Hoseok. He doesn’t want to have to act as some spy and gather information, all while assisting Hoseok in searching for Yoongi’s identity. But really, what choice does he have at this point?
“Fine. I’ll do it.”
Namjoon’s face is coloured in shock. “That was easier than I thought. I had a whole convincing speech planned and everything.”
“Well, if Seokjin’s plan didn’t work, why not try yours this time?”
Seokjin scoffs and smacks Yoongi over the back of the head, muttering something about disrespecting your elders.
Yoongi is scared, as terrified as one can be, but he keeps that to himself. He needs to stay strong, to do this for Namjoon and for himself. He needs to do it to keep himself safe.
Yoongi gives himself a few days break from everything with Hoseok. He stays in his house alone (except for the one time Seokjin comes over unannounced with fried chicken) and tries his best to relax.
He knows the longer he waits the more time Hoseok has to gather information. So, after three days, he’s back out looking for Hoseok.
It doesn’t take long. Yoongi bumps into him in the town square.
“Hey, Hoseok,” Yoongi greets. He forces himself into a happy persona.
Hoseok gives his signature smile. “Hey.”
“How’s your investigation going?”
“It’s a bit tough,” Hoseok admits, his smile falling. “Namjoon couldn’t help. He’s sworn to secrecy and there’s some legal thing around it. His assistant wouldn’t even talk to me.”
He sounds so defeated that Yoongi starts to feel sorry for him. He wipes that thought from his head as quick as it appears. Hoseok is trying to find Yoongi. He’s a hunter. He doesn’t need Yoongi’s sympathy.
“That sounds like Seokjin.” A pause. “Listen, how about I try help you?”
Hoseok tilts his head. “Why would you help me?”
“I mean, why not? I have nothing better to do and it seems like you could do with the help.”
Hoseok seems hesitant which surprises Yoongi. He would’ve assumed that Hoseok would jump at the chance to have some assistance, especially from someone so familiar with the town and the people.
“It’s fine if you don’t want me to, but I just thought maybe I could provide some more insight, maybe give some different opinions.” Yoongi feels horrible trying to convince Hoseok. He hates doing this, but he knows it’s for the best. “I won’t step on your toes. I’ll just do what you ask me to.”
Hoseok seems to consider it for a moment and then nods. “I’m heading to Taehyung’s farm. You’re welcome to join me.
Yoongi’s heart lurches at the thought of going back there, at the thought of having to be reminded of the damage he caused, but this might be his best chance to get on Hoseok’s good side and to find out some useful information. So, against every fibre of his being screaming at him not to return, Yoongi agrees.
Taehyung’s crop fields don’t look anywhere near as bad as the last time Yoongi was here. They’ve made quite a recovery. Taehyung must’ve worked really hard, Yoongi thinks. The guilt starts to eat at him once again at this thought.
But, he needs to forget about his guilt. If he makes his feelings too obvious, Hoseok might question him and he might blow his cover.
“Nice place,” Yoongi comments, feigning interest in the farm. He looks around as if it’s his first time being here, because as far as anyone other than himself, Namjoon or Seokjin is aware, he’s never seen nor set foot on Taehyung’s farm.
A bubbly man dressed in dungarees greets them when they exit Hoseok’s car.
“Hi, I’m Taehyung. Hoseok, right?” He looks between Yoongi and Hoseok.
“Yeah, that’s me. This is my friend Yoongi.”
Yoongi gives a half-hearted wave. Looking at Taehyung now, all he wants to do is drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness for ruining his crops and his farm. He hates that he can’t, that he has to pretend to know nothing.
“You can come inside. I’ll make some tea.”
They follow Taehyung into his house which doesn’t look like Yoongi would expect a house on a farm to look. It’s modern, with all sorts of art lining the walls.
Then again, Taehyung doesn’t look the way Yoongi expected him to, either. He expected a much older man, not someone who looks younger than Yoongi himself.
Taehyung makes the three of them a cup of tea each and then they sit down at the dining table together.
“So,” Taehyung begins, his hands wrapped around his mug, “what did you want to know?”
Hoseok pulls out that same notebook that he’d been writing in when he was last with Yoongi. “What do you know about the witch? I know you recently requested their services.”
“Yeah, I asked Namjoon for help. I think Suga was sick or something, which is why it went wrong.”
“Suga?” Hoseok prompts.
“That’s what we all know him as. Well, what Namjoon calls him, anyway.”
Hoseok starts scribbling information down. “Anything you can tell me about this Suga?”
“Not a lot. I only know his name, that’s all the information Namjoon gave me.” Taehyung pauses to take a drink, then snaps his fingers suddenly. “Oh, I did talk to some people about him recently because I was curious and they said he has to keep himself isolated for his safety. I don’t think he has many friends.”
Hoseok nods along and notes down Taehyung’s words as he speaks. “That sounds a bit like you, Yoongi.”
Yoongi laughs along with Hoseok at his joke and hopes neither of them notice how hollow it sounds.
The talk continues, Hoseok asking Taehyung questions and Taehyung providing any information he knows. Yoongi mostly stays quiet, but he pipes up here and there.
Once they finish asking Taehyung questions and bid their goodbyes, Hoseok asks Yoongi something he wasn’t expecting. “Would you like to come and get lunch with me? The only things we’ve really spoken about together have been investigation related and I’d really like to get to know you better.”
Yoongi, much to his own surprise, agrees and the two return to the same pub Yoongi had seen Hoseok at previously to order themselves some good old pub food.
“What do you do for fun?” Hoseok suggested they play 20 questions to learn more about each other, which leads them to where they are now.
“I play piano, I guess. I like music a lot so I learn to play songs and compose my own sometimes.” Yoongi hates talking about himself, but somehow with Hoseok it feels easy.
Hoseok almost chokes on the chip in his mouth. “You write music?”
Yoongi doesn’t know why Hoseok seems so shocked by it, it’s just a hobby for when he’s bored. He tells Hoseok as such.
“No, no. It’s so cool, even if it’s just a hobby.” Hoseok sighs wistfully. “I wish I could write music.”
“You can come over sometime and I’ll teach you about it.” The words tumble out of Yoongi’s mouth before he can stop them.
Hoseok easily agrees as he eats more of his chips, but Yoongi feels embarrassed that he just invited Hoseok, someone he barely knows, over to his house. It’s something he never does. He barely even invites Namjoon or Seokjin, his friends from since he was a child, over. Seokjin just takes it upon himself to turn up uninvited, sometimes bringing Namjoon along with him.
Yoongi is so lost in thought, he almost doesn’t notice Hoseok’s hand waving in his face.
Hoseok giggles lightly, his eyes crinkling in happiness. “It’s your turn.”
A light dusting of pink covers Yoongi’s cheeks. “Oh, yeah, right.” He wracks his brain for a question. “Favourite mythological creature?”
Yoongi frowns. “But werewolves? Or even vampires?”
Hoseok waves a hand. “They’re cool and all, but dragons. Dragons, Yoongi.”
Yoongi hums, acting like he’s considering it. Then, he says, “Nah. Werewolves are better.”
“Can werewolves breathe fire? No. Therefore your point is invalid.”
They fake argue for a bit longer about which is better between dragons and werewolves, both eventually ending up in fits of laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation.
When it comes time for them to part after finishing their lunch, Hoseok says, “This was really nice. We should do this again sometime.” There’s the faintest blush colouring his cheeks. So faint, in fact, that Yoongi thinks it might even be a figment of his imagination.
“Yeah, it was. How about tomorrow? I assume we’ll be meeting to do some more investigating.” Yoongi doesn’t know where this sudden bravery is coming from, but he can’t say he dislikes it.
Hoseok nods and they set a time and place to meet the following day before they part.
As Yoongi walks back to his house he feels lighter, happier. And it should feel good, but his realisation sends him into a downward spiral because he shouldn’t be feeling so happy.
Hoseok is a witch hunter who’s looking for Yoongi. That’s what he needs to remember.
The fear sinks deep into his bones once again. Any trace of happiness gone.
The lunches become a regular thing and spending time with Hoseok is an almost daily occurrence for Yoongi now. Over the past few weeks, he’s become a constant in Yoongi’s life.
Somehow, Hoseok has become one of Yoongi’s friends instead of the witch hunter who’s looking for him.
Right, Hoseok’s a witch hunter. Yoongi needs to remind himself of that. He’s doing this to protect himself, to set Hoseok on the wrong tracks.
Hoseok isn’t his friend. He isn’t.
Except, he is.
Yoongi sighs. He’s waiting for Hoseok to arrive to their lunch meeting. Not a date, a meeting, even if it’s got nothing to do with the investigation. Hoseok had just invited Yoongi out for fun.
It’s at their usual spot, the White Deer pub. The first place they’d gone for lunch together, and now one they frequent.
After he checks to make sure no one is looking his way, Yoongi mutters under his breath, “I wish my coke was refilled.”
Yoongi knows he shouldn’t use his powers so openly, not with Hoseok on his way right now and not in such a public place, but he hasn’t used them in a while. When he doesn’t use his powers for a long time he gets this lingering pain in his head, like an itch he can’t quite reach to scratch, and the only way to get rid of it is to use his powers again.
It’s one of the reasons he offered his services to Namjoon to help out the townspeople. It benefits them as they can request whatever they want and, if Namjoon and Yoongi both approve, have it almost instantly and at the same time it gives Yoongi a reason to use his powers and scratch that itch before it gets too bad.
With Hoseok being in town, still on his hunt for the mysterious Suga, Yoongi hasn’t been able to fulfil requests. He can’t risk it, so instead he has to do small, mundane tasks to keep up with using his powers.
“Sorry for being late,” Hoseok says as he takes the seat opposite Yoongi. He gives a warm smile, one that could rival the sun, and it makes Yoongi’s heart skip a beat.
“No worries. Anything interesting happen today?”
Hoseok groans. “I’ve had the worst day. This guy promised me information about Suga but all he gave was these vague statements that could apply to almost anyone. I figured out pretty quickly that he wasn’t going to be any help, but I couldn’t just get up and leave.” Hoseok pauses, and Yoongi thinks he’s done, but then he speaks again, his tone more exasperated than before. “Then, believe it or not, he had the audacity to ask me to pay him for his time. Pay him! He didn’t even give me any useful information. Ugh, I’m so annoyed.”
Yoongi reaches over the table and pats Hoseok’s hand in what he hopes is a comforting way. His hands are soft, Yoongi notes, and he realises they’d be nice to hold. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, Yoongi snatches his hand back and heat rises to his face. He clears his throat, trying to will away his blush, then says, “Sorry I couldn’t help today. It sounds like it sucked.”
If Hoseok notices the blush on Yoongi’s cheeks, he doesn’t mention it. “It really did.” He picks up the menu and his eyes scan over the page. “The usual?”
Hoseok leaves the table to order which leaves Yoongi alone with his thoughts.
But instead of focusing on how pretty Hoseok looks today, or how Yoongi really wants to hold his hand now the seed of the idea of it is planted in his head, he thinks about the investigation. The investigation into him.
The first few days of Hoseok being in town terrified Yoongi. It seemed like everyone had so much more information than he thought and it seemed like Hoseok was quickly going to find the truth. Luckily for Yoongi, he’d kept his identity so well hidden over the years that there was only so much the people knew and could tell Hoseok, and the investigation had gone cold rather quickly. Hoseok is still investigating, of course, but not to the extent he once was and Yoongi still helps out, but over time his time with Hoseok has shifted more from helping with the investigation to the two of them just hanging out as friends.
Before Yoongi is able to start berating himself for even thinking of the two of them as friends, Hoseok is walking back to the table.
“It’ll be a few minutes,” he says as he sits down.
Yoongi hums to show Hoseok he’s heard him.
They fall into a comfortable silence. Yoongi doesn’t have much to say, he’s a bit too caught up in his own head today, and Hoseok’s learnt to recognise those days and not make Yoongi talk.
As they sit there, Yoongi’s mind starts to wander again. His mind drifts, thinking about anything and everything, and he finds himself staring at Hoseok.
Yoongi’s eyes trail to Hoseok’s lips and the thought of kissing him crosses Yoongi’s mind.
And at that, it’s like a dam has opened in his mind. Everything comes flooding in at once, all his memories with Hoseok, all the things he likes about Hoseok, and when it starts it doesn’t stop. He’s so overwhelmed by the influx of thoughts that he doesn’t even feel like he can breathe.
And then one thought makes it through the flood. It’s prominent, overrides all the others.
I like him.
The other thoughts all wash away, and he’s left with those three words. They swirl around his mind before the true impact hits him.
He feels his heart race, his palms begin to sweat, his face burns up.
“Yoongi, are you okay?”
His throat feels tight and he can’t speak. He manages a shake of his head.
“Okay, can you stand? I’m taking you home.”
Yoongi gives a weak nod.
Then, Hoseok is beside him, helping him to stand up. He leads Yoongi to his car, their lunch forgotten.
Yoongi can’t think straight while it all happens. He just allows Hoseok to lead him and settle him into his car.
Thankfully, Hoseok knows the way back to Yoongi’s house as he’d dropped him home a few times by now.
When they get back, Hoseok helps Yoongi out of the car. He unlocks Yoongi’s door and leads him straight to his bed.
Yoongi unceremoniously flops into his bed. His heart is still beating uncomfortably fast. His body feels hot all over.
“Can you talk?” Hoseok sounds so concerned that Yoongi hates himself for it. He shouldn’t be burdening Hoseok like this over something so trivial.
Yoongi shakes his head. He doesn’t even want to attempt to talk. He doesn’t want to risk the words not coming out.
“Okay. That’s okay.” It seems like Hoseok’s trying to reassure himself more than Yoongi. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up. “Right, cold towel. Do you have towels?”
Yoongi nods and points a weak hand in the direction of his bathroom. Hoseok follows and Yoongi hopes he’ll find it easily.
While Hoseok looks for a towel, Yoongi wonders what Hoseok must be thinking of him right now. He seems concerned, sure, but what if he just thinks Yoongi is being a burden? He just ruined their lunch that Hoseok already paid for, after all.
Hoseok returns with a cold towel before Yoongi can fall into a self-depreciating spiral. He places it on Yoongi’s forehead and Yoongi sighs in relief at the coolness that he feels spread through his body.
Hoseok sits on Yoongi’s bed with him, softly stroking his hair as he waits it out with Yoongi.
It takes time, but Yoongi’s heart slows to a normal rate and the overwhelming heat disappears from his body. When he feels like he can speak again, he croaks out, “I’m sorry.”
“Oh, god, Yoongi, don’t be. I was just worried.” Hoseok looks deep into Yoongi’s eyes and Yoongi shies away, feeling like he can read every one of his thoughts with a gaze so intense. “Are you okay now?”
Yoongi isn’t quite sure, really. “I think so,” he decides on replying.
Hoseok is quiet for a moment. He seems to be battling some internal struggle that Yoongi doesn’t know about, then he says in a quiet voice, “What happened?”
And Yoongi can’t tell him what happened, not the truth, anyway. He doesn’t want to lie to Hoseok, of course, but he has to bend the truth a little bit. “Panic attack, I think. I just got overwhelmed and stuck in my thoughts.”
Hoseok gives him a small, reassuring smile. “At least you’re okay now, yeah?”
Yoongi nods. He’s as close to okay as he can be.
“So, how about we watch a movie?”
And Yoongi happily agrees, glad to have something to take his mind off things.
Yoongi manages to avoid Hoseok for a few days. After their failed lunch turned movie night at Yoongi’s house, Yoongi had informed Hoseok that he was feeling under the weather and wouldn’t be able to help with any investigations for a few days. Hoseok had left with a promise to check up on him in a few days’ time and a get well wish.
Yoongi only felt a little guilty about avoiding Hoseok.
He’s needed the break, though, to get his thoughts and himself back in order. He’s been rationalising liking Hoseok to himself, reminding himself that he can’t help who he likes. Sure, liking the person who’s currently hunting him probably isn’t the best thing he could’ve done for himself, but Yoongi can’t control his feelings.
He feels a lot better about it now as he sits in his kitchen, munching on a piece of toast. He feels like he’s accepted his feelings for what they are. He’s not planning on telling Hoseok, of course. It’ll be his own little secret.
As if he isn’t already keeping a huge secret from Hoseok.
There’s a knock on his door and Yoongi gets up to answer it. He’s met with Hoseok standing there with bags of food.
“I brought you presents.”
Yoongi grins. His heart feels warm. Hoseok is always so thoughtful. “Thanks, Hobi.”
Hoseok enters and takes his mountains of food into Yoongi’s kitchen. He puts everything away where it belongs—Yoongi is surprised he already knows his kitchen after only being here once—and then sits himself down at Yoongi’s kitchen table. “How are you feeling?” he asks. His eyebrows are knit with worry.
“I’m better, thanks. How’s the investigation going?”
Hoseok groans and his head falls to the table with a loud thump. “Terrible. No one knows anything. I’m never going to find Suga.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Inside, though, Yoongi is jumping for joy. Maybe Hoseok will give up with his hunt and Yoongi will be safe.
Wait, what happens when he stops investigating? Will he even stay in town? Or will he move on to find another witch? Yoongi feels sick at the thought of Hoseok leaving. He doesn’t want to lose him, not after they’ve become so close in such a short amount of time.
Before Yoongi’s able to get too caught up in his own thoughts (once again), Hoseok asks, “Do you want to go on a walk?”
Yoongi doesn’t hesitate in agreeing. He’s been stuck in his house for too long and he really needs some fresh air. Ironic, really, that he would happily spend days if not weeks cooped up in his house without human contact only a few weeks ago, but now he feels trapped. Maybe Hoseok has had a far stronger impact on his life than he would’ve even thought possible.
As they walk together, directionless, just following wherever their feet take them, Hoseok talks about his family for the first time. He hasn’t opened up to Yoongi before now, always keeping his past a well-hidden secret, and it makes Yoongi feel all warm and fuzzy inside to know that Hoseok is trusting him with information about himself and his past.
“What about your family?” Hoseok asks after he finishes sharing his own story.
“There’s not much to say. I haven’t really spoken to any of them in years.” Yoongi pauses as he thinks back to his past and how much things have changed. “I miss my dog, though. Sometimes I wish I could see him again even if just for a few minutes.”
And in an instant, Holly, Yoongi’s dog, appears in front of them and comes bounding up to Yoongi.
Yoongi’s face pales. He can’t believe he’d made such a rookie mistake. One that might’ve cost him his life, even.
Slowly, he turns to look at Hoseok, eyes wide.
Hoseok looks back, eyes equally as wide, the shock written all over his face. “Yoongi, what was that?”
And Yoongi panics. He can’t do this right now. He can’t deal with Hoseok’s reaction. Whether it’s disappointment, anger or sadness, Yoongi can’t deal with any of it.
So, he spits out, “I wish I was at home right now,” and Hoseok and the streets of the town are gone, replaced by the white walls of Yoongi’s bedroom.
He sinks to the floor, the tears already streaming down his face. He’s ruined it. He’s ruined everything. He’ll never be able to see Hoseok again, never be able to speak to him again. He might not even be able to stay in town any longer. He’ll have to leave, go somewhere far away. What if he can’t ever see Seokjin or Namjoon again? He can’t put them at risk because of his silly mistake.
A sob wracks from deep within Yoongi’s body.
He’s done for.
A day. That’s how long Yoongi is alone in his house for before Hoseok arrives.
There’s banging on the door and it wakes Yoongi up from his nap. He doesn’t even have to check to know that it’s Hoseok. Seokjin has a key and just lets himself in and Namjoon never comes alone without warning Yoongi first. So, by process of elimination, that must be Hoseok at his door.
Yoongi feels sick. Why is Hoseok here? Why hasn’t he just given up and left?
“Yoongi, please let me in,” he calls loudly enough that Yoongi hears it all the way in his bedroom.
Hesitantly, Yoongi gets up from his bed and makes his way to his front door. He stops in front of it and waits.
“I know you’re there. Please let me in.” He’s practically begging and Yoongi’s heart aches. He wants to let Hoseok in so bad and see him again, but he doesn’t know what will happen to him if he does.
The banging stops.
Yoongi wonders if Hoseok has given up and left when he hears, “I promise I’m not going to do anything. I just want to talk and explain myself.”
It breaks Yoongi’s heart to hear Hoseok sound so defeated and sad and so he gives in. He unlocks the door and comes face to face with Hoseok who looks worse for wear. His hair is a mess and there are huge, dark bags under his eyes. Yoongi’s sure he doesn’t look much better right now either.
“If you’re going to kill me at least don’t leave a mess,” Yoongi jokes. His fear has skyrocketed and the only way he feels like he can cope is to make a joke out of the whole situation.
“I’m not going to kill you or hurt you or anything.” Hoseok enters and closes the door behind him. “Can we talk? I’ll explain everything.”
Yoongi swallows and nods. He leads Hoseok into the kitchen to sit down at the table. “Want anything to drink?”
“Not right now, thanks.”
They fall into a silence, but not one like their usual comfortable silences. This one is awkward and tense and Yoongi hates it.
“The witch hunter thing is a cover up,” Hoseok blurts out of the blue.
Yoongi’s eyebrows raise. “What?”
“It’s not real. I work for the National Witch Protection Service. We pretend to be witch hunters because people are hostile towards witches. We gather information and find out who the witches are so we can protect them.”
Yoongi can’t help but burst into laughter. “A witch protection service? Really?”
Hoseok frowns. “I’m being serious.”
“Why have I never heard of it then?”
“It has to be kept secret or our cover is blown. Only people who work for the organisation and the witches under our protection know about it. You have to believe me, please.”
Yoongi wants to, he really does, but it just sounds so ridiculous and unbelievable. “Why did you come here?”
“We heard about what happened with the witch, well, you I guess. We thought since something went wrong which put the town in jeopardy people might become hostile.” Hoseok looks into Yoongi’s eyes and Yoongi only sees sincerity.
Hoseok has no reason to lie at this point, Yoongi knows that. So, he says, “Okay, I believe you.”
And Hoseok finally smiles once again. It makes Yoongi feel so much better to see him smiling.
“I have something else to tell you.”
Yoongi’s heart sinks. Is this the moment where Hoseok tells him he’s leaving for good? “What is it?”
“I really like you.”
Yoongi’s eyes widen. “You what?”
The smile drops from Hoseok’s face, replaced by an expression of nervousness. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to tell you.”
Yoongi balks. Hoseok likes him? His crush returns his feelings? There’s no way that’s possible.
Hoseok looks more and more nervous by the second and Yoongi realises he never gave a response. “Oh, fuck, wait. I like you, too.”
“Well, that was smooth.”
The two of them burst into laughter together at Yoongi’s ridiculous confession.
When they calm down, Hoseok reaches a hand across and laces his fingers with Yoongi’s. “So, Suga, huh?”
Yoongi shakes his head, but still with a smile.
Who would’ve thought a ‘witch hunter’ coming to town would be the best thing to happen to Yoongi? Not him, for sure, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.