The entire school was forced to evacuate due to the smoke.
Taehyung sits out on the pavement, soot staining his cheeks and perhaps, even his lungs. His skin sizzles from the suffocating heat he once felt, and even the cool autumn breeze isn’t enough to calm him down. Taehyung wishes that he could feel ashamed for his foolishness, but unfortunately for him, it has become a constant. Every other day or so, Taehyung miscalculates the timing of a spell or conjuring, causing something extraordinarily dangerous to happen.
Taehyung has no idea how he has managed to live this long.
The light witch feels a presence beside him, his cheeks puffing as he breathes out a deep exhale.
“Potion gone wrong?”
Park Jimin, a Fae Witch, half Fae, half Witch. Jimin works in the field of magical forest life and shrubbery, plant-based spells and earthly charms.
Jimin is also Taehyung’s best friend.
Taehyung’s lip wobbles as he tries not to cry. “Why is raven’s blood and squid’s ink the same color? Just why.”
This makes Jimin snicker, and Taehyung is very, very offended.
Taehyung is a Light Witch, proficient in healing, both physical and spiritual. Taehyung’s magic revolves around that of life and those that take full advantage of it. Taehyung’s magic can be found through the smiles of others, or the sparkle in one’s eyes when they catch a glimpse of the people that they love. Taehyung loves everything about being a witch. He loves using his charms to help those in need, and more than anything, he loves his potions and herbology class. Taehyung takes joy in strengthening his potion-making skills, as well as enhancing his knowledge of magical plants and how they heal those who are hurting, as well as the incantations that go along with them.
Except, sometimes those potions that he makes, have the potential to blow up the entire school.
Taehyung groans as he buries his face into his hands.
“I messed up…” Taehyung admits.
Taehyung looks up, his eyes hooded as he gives Jimin the most over it look that he can muster. Jimin can’t help but to laugh, even if it is a sad and pitiful sound.
“Why don’t we visit Min’s? I know you’ve been wanting to get a new charm for your wand. I’m sure that Seokjin-hyung has a new shipment in.”
Taehyung scoffs with a roll of his eyes. “You just want an excuse to see Namjoon-hyung.”
Jimin begins to stammer, his eyes wide as he stares at Taehyung with shock, as well as borderline rage.
“I-I, what?!” Jimin gasps. “I want to… what?!”
Taehyung snickers, his eyes falling to the tips of his worn out purple converse.
“I’m just kidding. Not really, but I’m just kidding.”
Jimin gives out a playful laugh as he shoves Taehyung against the shoulder.
“I’m serious Taehyung-ah. Mr. Song’s clearly got a frog stuck where the sun don’t shine. You are a smart and talented witch. Don’t let him get you down.” Jimin encourages him as he wraps his arm around Taehyung’s shoulders, successfully bringing him in for a side hug. Taehyung breathes a deep sigh, leaning against Jimin’s side and allowing the fae witch's heat to seep into his chilled bones.
Taehyung has always believed, deep down, that Jimin was his soul mate. Back when they were mere novices, the days when Taehyung was teased just for having an oblong nose and big, floppy ears, Jimin was there to pick up the pieces. To comfort him when he cried, or to turn his bullies into toads. Whatever the reason, Jimin was there.
And Taehyung will forever be grateful.
But even Jimin, his bestest friend, his soul mate, could not fix this. If Taehyung is to make one more mistake like this, then he would be expelled from the academy, never to return again, as well as receiving a permanent mark on his record. Taehyung had no more room for error, even though the Magik Academy stresses that this is the time for growth and improvement. A contradiction, in and of itself. Taehyung’s mishaps had never been bad enough to hurt anyone, but even so, the mistakes that he makes are not for one at his level. Taehyung is very skilled and incredibly masterful when it comes to his use of light magic.
But sometimes… Taehyung can get a little bit... distracted .
“What do you say? Why don’t we go right now?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen at Jimin’s offer, his brows raised to where his hair meets his forehead.
“What? Now? Jimin-ah, we have ancient studies in less than an hour.”
Jimin waves his hand carelessly. “Tae-ah it’s just one class. Besides, I know how badly you want to see Yoongi-hyung. See! Your eyes just lit up when I mentioned his name. You want to see him so bad, don’t you?”
Taehyung wishes that there were a certain spell, one that would let the ground swallow him whole. He is sure that there is one. He just has to look hard enough.
There goes that name. Again.
Min Yoongi, as in, Min’s Magik and Crafts. The grandson’s owner. Mr. Min was a kind man. A wizard who had been known in the history books as one of the greatest magicians of all time. When word of his passing spread, the entire town was in shambles.
But not Min Yoongi.
Min Yoongi had a cold heart and even colder eyes, with his midnight black hair, flecked with sapphire and onyx. Min Yoongi was mean and cruel, or so the stories told. They say he once turned a child to stone like in the tale of Medusa, the kid having accidentally broken a snow globe on the shelf. It’s a rumor that the boy is hidden somewhere in the back of the shop, where they keep an entire batch of stone children that have played around in the store, all too frequently. Taehyung doesn’t know how much of this he believes, as Yoongi is only a few years older than him and doesn’t seem like he has the energy to cast such a demanding spell, let alone care to hurt children, but rumors carry faster than the winds in this town.
And Taehyung couldn’t help but to be infatuated with Yoongi.
Because Min Yoongi treated him like a normal person. Yoongi didn’t eye him warily, like he was a walking disaster waiting to happen. Yoongi never made fun of him, or laughed at him when he was down. Frankly, Min Yoongi didn’t seem to care about him at all.
And that, is what drew Taehyung in the most.
Min Yoongi had an air of mystery around him, one that was ominous and as dark as a storm cloud, as dark as the magic that he possessed.
But that is another problem.
Min Yoongi’s magic.
Taehyung shouldn’t care about Min Yoongi. He shouldn’t want to know a damn thing about him, as he is the very thing that Taehyung’s kind is supposed to despise. The complete and total opposite of what Taehyung is supposed to be.
Yoongi is a Dark Witch.
Jimin is already on his feet, a hand outstretched to Taehyung with a soft gleam in his eyes.
“You can’t keep giving up like this Taehyung. You love magic, and you love your studies. You have to keep trying.”
Taehyung knows that Jimin is right. He knows that his love and passion for magic is far too strong to just call it quits on a whim, but when you’re constantly being bullied every, single day, magic becomes less fun, and more of a trial.
Taehyung doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Min’s Magik and Crafts is a small and quaint little shop, with wooden floorboards and pretty chimes all littered throughout. Antiques and charms, potions and medicines, Min’s has it all. It is easily one of Taehyung’s favorite shops to visit, as it is right around the corner of the university.
The only problem, is Min Yoongi.
The chimes jingle and ring as Jimin opens up the door with haste and excitement.
“Hello!” Jimin greets as he enters the shop, immediately causing Taehyung to jump where he stands. At the counter, stands Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi’s assistant and an expert in astronomical studies. Namjoon is a Lunar Witch, one that specializes in moon magic, star spells and alchemy. Namjoon has olive toned skin with cavernous dimples and white hair. His eyes are a magnificent bronze color, framed with a pair of black, square shaped glasses.
Jimin’s achilles heel.
“Hi Namjoon-hyung!” Jimin calls out as he leans against the counter, brushing back a strand of his amethyst colored hair, his eyes hooded and his freckled cheeks naturally flushed.
Namjoon visibly gulps.
“U-Uhm, I-I, h-hi Jimin-ah. What brings you in today?”
Jimin giggles melodiously. “We’re just here to look around, maybe buy a charm for Taehyung’s wand.”
“Taehyung is here?”
Taehyung nearly pisses himself.
The light witch dips behind a shelf of colorful vials, his heart in the base of his throat as he peeks through the crevices of the glass.
There stands Min Yoongi, with his raven dark hair and cat-like eyes, skin as pale as snow with the exception of his cheeks, splotched with a lively pink color. Min Yoongi, a Dark Witch, whose bloodline lies in the midst of those who do the most dastardly things. Witches that forge darkness and conjure magic through the fears and the blood of others. Curse the fact that this is the only magic shop in town that has exactly what Taehyung needs.
Min Yoongi contradicts the very things that Taehyung stands for. Taehyung lives to bring life to those that need it. To sustain health and wellness, to heal and preserve the existence of simply being.
But Yoongi’s kind knows nothing about that.
Still, Taehyung comes to this shop in retrieval of the things that he needs, not because he enjoys the sight of Yoongi’s gummy smile or, the fresh rose color on his cheeks when he’s too warm or even too cold. No, Min Yoongi is the bane of Taehyung’s very existence, and that will never change.
Yoongi comes to the counter with a bag of charms, picking them out and placing them along the table. Jimin’s lips purse as he looks around the shop with a raised brow.
“Taehyung was just right… Tae? Tae where did you go?”
Taehyung whines, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shrinks in on himself. Namjoon starts to look around as well, scratching at his head as his eyes dart every which way. It is damn near comical, how both Namjoon and Jimin are struggling to find him when suddenly, Taehyung feels Yoongi’s eyes on him, like two burning coals that bury themselves deep into the light witch's soul.
“Kim Taehyung, you know I can see you right?”
Taehyung slowly slinks from behind the counter, his hands in the pockets of his trousers and his eyes on the tattered tips of his shoes. He can hear Jimin sniggling. Taehyung can’t bring himself to look up, as he knows that Yoongi is staring right at him, but the attention is overwhelming and the silence of the shop is stifling, with its pure awkwardness and quiet mumbling.
Taehyung looks up, his eyes meeting Jimin’s and Namjoon’s separately before finally, he sees Yoongi.
Yoongi is drowning in a black, oversized turtleneck dress, with loose sleeves and even looser threading. A single crescent shaped earring dangles from his right ear, sparkling beneath the natural light that spills in through the window pane. A tiny jewel of a moon. In the other ear, are little silver hoops that shine just as bright. His nails are black with a thin coat of glitter on top, and his eyelids are coated with gray shadow that has a sparkly finish to it.
“You’re terrible at hiding. I hope you know that.” Yoongi says, his voice even and bored. Taehyung starts to choke as he ruffles his hair from the back.
Jimin eyes him with an all-knowing look.
“Y-Yeah…” Taehyung says uselessly. Yoongi snorts.
Jimin clears his throat with a clap of his hands.
“Alright then! Here are the charms Tae. Pick one for your wand.”
Taehyung inwardly groans, his stomach in knots as he steps up to the counter, Yoongi’s eyes still boring into him like two violent beams of light.
Taehyung looks at the charms.
One looks to be made of sapphire, blue and glowing, the shape of a butterfly. One is a ruby and shaped like a star. There is a topaz charm, an emerald charm, and one of stone. The light witch frowns.
None of these charms really speak to Taehyung. None of them seem like they have a purpose, their colors sparkling but in his eyes, almost appearing lackluster and dull. Taehyung is about to give up when his eyes catch a twinkle of purple.
At the end of the counter, is a charm made of purple tanzanite, swirling with colors of autumn and sun. The charm is in the shape of a heart, sharply cut and shining so bright, that it becomes nearly blinding.
Taehyung’s jaw drops.
“That one. I want that one.”
Yoongi follows the witch’s line of sight with his own eyes, picking up the charm and dropping it into a little satchel.
“That will be 60,000 won.”
Taehyung bites back a cringe as he rethinks his decision to buy the gem, all because of the price. He shakes himself out of it, knowing that he’s in too deep to turn back now. He’s already embarrassed himself enough for one day. How would it look if he no longer wanted to buy the charm, all because of its cost?
But Taehyung takes out his wallet anyway, hoping that no one can see the insane amount of lint inside.
A hand clutches the one that holds his wallet.
“Don’t worry. I got it.” Jimin says, revealing his own wallet. Taehyung immediately shakes his head, his hair swishing as he does so.
“No, no Jimin-ah, I can pay for my own charm.”
Jimin frowns. “Taehyung it’s okay. I got it.”
“No it’s 60,000 won!”
“You think I don't know that?”
“Both of you, quiet.”
Yoongi slides the satchel across the counter.
“Just take it.”
Taehyung splutters uncontrollably, his cheeks burning and his mouth gaping like a fish with no water.
“U-Uh, I-I, I shouldn’t―”
Yoongi holds up a hand to silence him, utterly annoyed.
“Don’t worry about it. You can just pay me back later.”
Taehyung’s brows rise to his hairline.
“P-Pay you b-back? Like, with money? If that’s what you mean then I have enough I just―”
“No Kim. Not with money. You’ll just pay me back later. Don’t think too hard about it.”
Taehyung simply blinks, taken aback by the dark witch's forwardness, as well as his tight fist. Even though Yoongi told him not to think too hard about it, he can’t help but to think too hard about it.
Jimin is too enthralled with Namjoon to care about Taehyung’s life altering dilemma, and so he pays the dark witch and his awkward ass best friend no mind.
Taehyung wants to die.
The light witch snatches Jimin’s wrist into his hand.
“Alright goodbye!” Taehyung bids as he drags Jimin out of the shop. It doesn’t hurt when Jimin swats at his shoulder, but what plagues him for the rest of the day, is the look in Yoongi’s blackened orbs, when their eyes had met for the first time in the shop.
How the hell is Taehyung supposed to pay him back?
Taehyung is lying in bed when his phone rings. It is a gloomy friday afternoon, and the witch is done with his classes for the day. Thankfully, there was no reason to journey into the lab and remind everyone of his past failures, so Taehyung has managed to keep some of his dignity.
Taehyung picks up the phone.
is this taehyung?
Yes? Who is this?
how did u get my number
you're weird kim
and jin gave it to me
and I get that a lot
never said it was a bad thing
didnt mean it in a bad way
Do you need anything?
THE Min Yoongi???:
actually i do
you're a light witch
light witches know the woods
Fae and Earth witches know the woods best
jimin is a fae witch
and jimin is ur best friend
so you both know the woods
so you know the woods?
meet me at Cheonjiyeon falls, tomorrow
9 o clock
Do I have a choice?
think of this as you paying me back
for the charm
sorry I didn't mean to send that one
sure you didn't
don't be late
and dont worry
i don't bite
Taehyung shoves his frigid hands into the pockets of his track pants.
The breeze at Cheonjiyeon Falls is mystical, the dew cold and sparkling beneath an ominous moon. Taehyung has been here before, in the daytime with Jimin, and he was happy then. Taehyung was overjoyed to be with his best friend, exploring the realms of their magic and finding new spells to practice and try out. Jimin's favorite part of the forest, are the creatures that inhabit it. Part of his curriculum is that he studies the Magical beings that partake in his methods of fae magic, but Taehyung has a different reason for liking the forest entirely.
Taehyung likes the forest because he can think clearly here, free from judgement and strife. He likes that he can sit down on the dirt. In the gravel, without anybody saying anything or shaming him for being so undignified. He likes that he can breathe easier in the forest, and that he can close his eyes and feel the wetness of the brisk winds, or hear the rustling of the tall oak trees. Taehyung loves the forest, when the circumstances are not severe.
However, these circumstances are fairly severe.
Taehyung can tell that he is no longer alone. He knows that he is not alone because from far, far away, he can hear branches crackling like thunder, beneath the thickness of a certain witch’s black boots. It almost seems as if the entire atmosphere shifts, the aura of life that surrounds Taehyung from the naturalness of his magic, darkening and brewing into something terrifying. Raw. Real.
Min Yoongi approaches from the distance, wearing a thick black coat that drapes down to his ankles. He wears a pair of combat boots, the thick soles speckled with red markings and splatters. Taehyung prays to the heavens above that it’s just paint.
Yoongi dons a black hat that fans out wide, casting a shadow over the pale and round face that he possesses. He wears a necklace with a moon for a charm, as well as a few smaller necklaces and a choker around his neck. His steps are brisk and purposeful, and when he looks up, Taehyung can notice the black ring that is pierced into his bottom lip, something that was not there before.
“Hi, Yoongi-ssi.” Taehyung greets as he quickly bows, the fringe of his brown hair coming to rest upon his forehead and hide his view from the world. He can hear Yoongi chuckle, however all he can see are the tips of his black, chunky boots, splattered with… paint.
Taehyung rises, Yoongi’s pouty and glossed lips curling as he gives the other witch a small smirk.
“You’re here on time. I’m impressed.”
Yoongi is wearing a turtleneck like before, but unlike the last one that was fluffy and big, this one is tight and snugging the crevices of his toned and broad chest. Taehyung wills himself to look away, before his staring gets way too obvious to hide.
Taehyung gulps, again.
“Uhm… well… I’m not always late, just, most of the time.” Taehyung says as he scratches the nape of his neck. This makes Yoongi chuckle darkly.
“I never said you were.” Yoongi murmurs as he walks past him, their shoulders brushing and sending a shiver down Taehyung’s spine. Taehyung swiftly turns on his heels, and begins to follow. Together they trudge through the forest for quite some time, trees rustling and winds blowing. Yoongi is a bit shorter than Taehyung, but the strides that he takes tell nothing of his height. Taehyung is struggling to keep up, with his gangly limbs and uneven weight distribution. At one point, Taehyung ends up stepping on the heel of Yoongi’s boots, his body startling as he profusely apologizes almost immediately after it happens. Yoongi barely reacts, looking back at him with a dismissive turn of his head before he continues to walk.
Yoongi speaks up. “Have you heard of the Moon Hare?”
Taehyung raises a curious brow. “Those cute little rabbit looking thingies? The ones that kinda look like squirrels?”
Yoongi huffs. “Rabbit squirrels, yes. Cute? I beg to differ.”
Taehyung giggles, a hand curling to his lips as to muffle the horrendous sounds that he makes. He’s been told many a times by many different people, that his laugh is very unpleasant to the ears. But Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just keeps walking.
“Yes, I am familiar. What about them?” Taehyung answers.
Yoongi walks with purpose, his head held high, as if the next thing that he is about to say, is not so much of a big deal as Taehyung thinks that it is.
“You’re going to help me catch one.”
Taehyung skids to an abrupt stop, his heels kicking up dust as he sits at a standstill. His eyes are as big as plates, and his jaw is nearly to the ground.
His ears must be deceiving him.
Yoongi simply repeats himself. “A Moon Hare. You’re going to help me catch one.”
Taehyung splutters, his feet quick to catch up to Yoongi’s so that he can grab him by the forearm. He is so conflicted that he doesn’t even realize the severity of his actions, the dark witch turning on him swiftly with a fire in his eyes.
“Y-Yoongi-ssi, moon hares are nearly impossible to catch. No witch has managed to capture one in hundreds of years! What makes you think that you will catch one so easily?”
Yoongi fixes Taehyung with an indecipherable look, one that terrifies Taehyung to his very core because of the ire that lies within. The dark witch is irritated by him already, that much, Taehyung can tell.
But also, there is something else that rests in his eyes. Something that Taehyung can not name.
“If you say it’s impossible, then of course it will be impossible. So just don’t say it’s impossible.”
Taehyung blinks at him.
Yoongi talks as if the sky is truly the limit, as if his affinity for magic knows no bounds. This is not what Taehyung has learned in school. He has learned that all forms of magic have their limits and their weaknesses. He has been taught not to take risks, even as a witch who’s gift of magic is used to heal those who must take risks. Yoongi acts as if he knows no such thing. He talks as if he has lived for centuries. His grandfather was a legend, but that does not mean that he is a legend. Even so, the dark witch's confidence is an admirable and amazing thing to see. Taehyung can’t help the spark of inspiration that lights a fire within his belly, goosebumps arising amidst the surface of his tan skin.
Taehyung is not accustomed to this way of thinking, so why does it make his chest feel so… warm .
Yoongi is walking again, Taehyung still standing in a daze. The dark witch speaks up once more, but he doesn’t stop moving.
“You comin’ sparkle?”
Taehyung frowns, the sounds of the forest soon drowning out as Yoongi’s voice cuts through the void.
Yoongi doesn’t look like he regrets a single thing. Instead, he breaks out into a small smile, one of the widest that Taehyung has ever seen from him. The dark witch comes back to him before reaching out and grabbing his hand, leading him back through the forest to whence they were headed. Yoongi’s hand is small in Taehyung’s, curled within his palm with a grip that contradicts the look of it. By the time he does manage to let go, the other witch’s hand is numb and hot, but after a few moments of silence pass, with the exception of the grass that crunches beneath their feet, Taehyung starts to miss that warmth. The feeling was so sudden and yet, fleeting. Why did Yoongi grab his hand? Did he only do it because he wanted to hurry? Was Taehyung’s stillness that frustrating to witness?
Would Yoongi be mad if Taehyung were to grab his hand again?
They walk for quite some time, the trees parting to reveal a brook of sorts, the water bubbling with a crisp sound as it travels down the length of the forest. Yoongi’s hands come across his shoulder to adjust the strap of his leather satchel, opening it to reveal a large quilt, knitted with patterns and pretty shapes. Yoongi fans it out, snapping the corners of the fabric into the air as he allows it to drift to the ground.
Yoongi sits, and after much contemplation from Taehyung’s side of things, he sits down beside him. Yoongi takes a few more things out of his satchel, with careful precision and practice, his pale fingers gleaming with rings and other jewelry. Taehyung watches in awe, his jaw unhinged. He nearly chokes as a bug flies near the inside of his mouth.
Yoongi takes out a few jars and jams. One of the jars contains a paper torch of sage, tied with a velvet string. With a wave of his hand, he sets the sage alight with a black flame, one that flashes into a dull spark that has the paper bag singed at the top corners. The smell is a calming fragrance, something akin to lilac and lemongrass. Taehyung’s lashes flutter as his lids fall shut, the scents of sweet-smelling plant life wafting through the air and lulling him into a peaceful state.
Yoongi snaps at him with his manicured hands, the look in his eyes is frigid, but the corners of his lips are lifted a bit.
“No sleeping. We need to stay on alert. They should be here soon.”
Taehyung shakes his head, ridding himself of restfulness but now, a bit jarred.
“You said… they?”
Yoongi doesn’t say a word. Instead, he simply smirks.
The bushes tremble, the leaves crinkling in the dark. Taehyung gasps, sitting up so that he can rest on his knees, leaning back against his calves. Yoongi is sitting cross legged, his body calm and still, meanwhile Taehyung is freaking the fuck out.
After a few more minutes of senseless noise, tiny round shadows begin to creep from the crevices of the bushes, slowly inching towards the two witches on the grass. Taehyung’s breath hitches just before Yoongi holds a finger to his lips. Yoongi’s skin against his own is cold, but supple. Soft.
“Quiet.” Yoongi hisses, a single hand slowly sinking into the satchel that sits by his legs.
He takes out a cage.
Taehyung’s eyes slowly widen, gleaming, his lips formed into a tiny o as the small white creatures come even closer.
“Oh my gods…” Taehyung whispers as one of the magical beings starts to sniff at the tips of his shoes. Not only has he ever seen pictures of the creatures in his history textbooks, but never in his twenty-one years of living, did he ever believe that he would see even one in real life. Let alone more than ten. Taehyung is about to reach for the creature when Yoongi’s own hand darts out, slapping his own.
Yoongi’s nose wrinkles as he frowns deeply, Taehyung’s heart leaping into his throat at the sight. “Don’t touch it. They’re dangerous.” He warns. Taehyung raises a brow, his eyes glistening with disbelief.
“Dangerous? They’re just little―”
But before Taehyung can even get the next words out, the moon hare has begun to snarl, its teeth bared and it’s eyes glowing red.
The creature lets out a terrifying hiss as it jumps, right for Taehyung’s eyes. The light witch guards his face with his arms, in preparation for a painful attack as he lets out a fearful screech. But the pain never comes, and upon the loud sounds that he makes, the other moon hares have scurried away, to hide in the bushes until they are drawn out again by the scent of sage, and perhaps, something else. If sage was all that was needed, then why were these creatures so rare?
Why had no other witch been able to catch one before?
Taehyung hesitantly lowers his arms from his face, fearfully opening his eyes to find that the little beast is now in a cage, the same cage that Yoongi holds in his pale hands. His very pretty and thin, pale hands. Pale hands that once kept Taehyung warm in the woods.
Hands that he kind of wants to hold again, especially now, when he feels so frail and afraid.
“Got it.” Yoongi murmurs to himself, triumphant as he flicks the lock of the cage. Taehyung is still a bit shaken, but when met with the sight of Yoongi’s small smile, his tremors lessen.
Taehyung swallows audibly.
“U-Uh, I was never told that moon hares were so…”
“Evil? Vile? Deadly?” Yoongi finishes off for him, frowning at the dastardly creature in the cage. He fixes Taehyung with a grim look. “That’s what they want you to think. The professors at the school. They make magic seem much easier than what it is, to thwart your attempts, throw you off. Make you feel like there is more for you to learn so that you never overpower them. They make you think that moon hares are rare and magical. That they’re all sweet and innocent when in reality, they’re little fucking assholes.”
Taehyung lets out a bark of a laugh, not expecting such crude language from the witch so suddenly. Yoongi’s deep voice just so happens to oppose the soft and pretty face that he has. But when Taehyung says ‘pretty’, he doesn’t mean that kind of pretty. Yoongi is just… nice to look at. Pleasant to the eyes. Nothing more.
Taehyung realizes something then.
“Uhm, Yoongi-ssi? No offense but, you seem pretty well off on your own.” Says the shaken witch. The other witch nods in agreement with pursed lips.
“I am.” Yoongi confirms as he gathers the rest of his things, shooing the light witch away from the quilt.
Taehyung stutters. “S-So, why did you bring me here? You looked like you knew where you were going so… you obviously didn’t need my help…” Taehyung says, not intending to sound crude or ungrateful, but instead, genuinely perplexed by the circumstances.
Yoongi happens to chuckle, his eyes crinkling prettily at their corners. Taehyung’s heart seems to skip a beat, or two.
“Moon hares are addicted to a few particular scents. One scent, is the moon night sage. That’s just one of them. The other, is a certain scent that only few possess, a scent that is more apparent especially when the moon is full.”
Taehyung nods, following along so far.
“And what scent is that?”
Yoongi giggles, his lips lifting at their corners and widening into the biggest, brightest smile that Taehyung had never imagined he would see from the other witch. In fact, Yoongi’s smile is nearly more blinding than the moon itself.
Yoongi continues to giggle.
Taehyung’s heart seizes in his chest.
“Moon Hares like to snack on Light Witches.”
The Moon looks so close from where they are in the forest. Taehyung swears, if he stood up on the tips of his toes and reached out with a single hand, his fingertips would graze the craters.
The Light Witch feels conflicted.
Yoongi walks out in front of him, small and lithe, but fierce and stunning. He walks as if he owns the trees and the winds, far too powerful to stop or control. Taehyung feels strange, his chest beating heavy in his chest, causing him to be breathless even though he is walking at a normal pace. If the dark witch notices his troubled state, he doesn’t make it known.
Taehyung is so bothered by his state of being that he doesn’t even notice that Yoongi has stopped walking, their bodies colliding briefly. Yoongi turns on him with an annoyed look.
“Watch where you’re going Sparkle.”
Taehyung frowns. “I don’t know if I like that name.”
Yoongi gives a careless shrug, his plump lips curling as he returns his attention to the sky. Taehyung follows his line of vision.
To the Moon.
“What are you…” Taehyung begins to question, but his voice trails off, his eyes falling back to the witch beside him.
Yoongi’s skin is glowing, almost literally. His cheeks are round and pink, flushed with moonlight and glimmering beneath the stars. His soft lashes are curled delicately, fanning against the swell of his plump cheeks whenever he closes them. His rose-colored lips are parted in awe, his lashes fluttering once again as he blinks more rapidly now, the corners of his mouth lifting ever so slightly.
Taehyung doesn’t realize he’s stopped breathing, until he chokes, sadly ruining the peaceful moment that the dark witch had been relishing in.
But Yoongi looks taken aback, as if he hadn’t realized how utterly, soft, he had become.
Taehyung hurriedly follows after him, a bit shocked at the stutter in the other witch’s voice.
Once they reach the clearing in which they had met, Yoongi turns to the younger witch, his eyes scanning the top of his head, to the tips of his flimsy shoes.
“Thanks for the help, I guess.”
Taehyung giggles sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck as his eyes bore into the dirt below.
“I didn’t do much. I just… walked with you, and sat there. For the moon hares to, y’know… try and eat me.”
Yoongi gives a closed-mouthed smile, humming slyly as the smile spreads. The Dark Witch squints at the Light Witch, his fist tightening around the handlebar to the cage.
“At least you don’t owe me anymore, for the charm.”
Finally, something that he and Yoongi can agree upon.
“You’re right about that…” Taehyung mumbles tiredly, his lips pursing as he looks up at the nighttime sky. “So… what are you going to do with the moon hare?”
Yoongi snorts, his eyes dancing with endearment, and also a bit of annoyance. As if Taehyung’s question is foolish with its simplistic nature. A fine line.
“What do you think I’m going to do? I’m going to kill it, and use it’s blood for a hexing.”
Taehyung chokes on his breath.
“You’re going to… what!?”
Taehyung has fucked up.
The light witch has been so busy with his other studies (as well as his confusing and troubling thoughts of a certain witch), that he has set himself far behind the rest of pne of his other classes. Taehyung has an exam that same week that he has neglected to study for. He doesn’t even have the proper materials to study with.
So Taehyung is headed to Min’s.
Taehyung hasn’t seen nor spoken to Yoongi since that night at Cheonjiyeon falls. The light witch doesn’t even know if he can handle the other witch’s presence at this point. Yoongi has always managed to leave him flustered and tingly, his skin burning with fervor as he tries to control the stutter in his voice, or the constant flipping of his stomach. This has always been the case, but Taehyung would always chalk it up to nervousness or intimidation.
This time, is different. Ever since that night, Taehyung can’t seem to get Yoongi out of his mind, the dark witch leaving him troubled and confused, even when he is not there. Taehyung wouldn’t normally choose to just waltz into Min’s for no particular reason, but unfortunately in this case, Taehyung has no choice, and if he doesn’t pass this exam, he can kiss his magic-making goodbye.
The signature ringing of the chimes is enough to make Taehyung flinch, praying to every deity above that it is Namjoon or Seokjin that is working at the counter today, rather than Yoongi.
Anyone but Yoongi.
It seems however, that no deity is on the witch’s side this afternoon, as Yoongi looks to be the only witch in attendance at the shop. He looks up at the sounds of the chimes, his hands still busy flipping through a book. Yoongi’s brows raise.
“Back so soon Taehyung? What’s wrong this time, invisible ink not invisible enough? Or did you miscast another spell? Hope you didn’t hurt anybody.”
Taehyung laughs, a little too loud and unnatural sounding, probably because it’s pretty forced. The witch wonders to himself how Yoongi knows of his clumsiness, but he supposes that nearly blowing up the entire school is enough to warrant the endless amount of rumors that are spread about him. Even so, Yoongi isn’t teasing him in a malicious or painstakingly cruel way. Yoongi’s voice is quiet and rumbling with a playfulness that is quite actually, unfamiliar to Taehyung’s ears.
Yoongi wears a pretty floral printed dress today, with black laced sleeves and pretty necklaces that glisten and contrast with the paleness of his neck and collarbones. He dons a black beret that accentuates the crown of his curls, his cheeks a rosy shade of pink as he stares back at Taehyung with a blank expression.
“Ah, no. Actually, I need to get a couple of things for Mr. Song’s exam?”
Yoongi snickers, his eyes returning to the book in his hands.
“How is Kangho fairing these days?”
Taehyung squints at the other witch, slowly understanding that the name Kangho, must be Mr. Song’s first name. Students don’t typically address their professors by their first name. Not even the alumni, like Yoongi.
“I mean, he’s okay, I guess.”
“Still an asshole?”
Taehyung gasps before the breath dissolves into a soft giggle. The very ice breaker that he needed for his body to loosen up.
“Honestly, yeah. I hate him.” Taehyung admits. The words do not come easy, as Taehyung has never been one to say mean or even remotely harsh things, but somehow, being around Yoongi literally drags the truth out of him, as if the other witch’s presence stokes the fire within him, to unleash his darkest truths, or maybe just the reality of things. It truly isn’t a bad feeling.
Yoongi hums. “I did too. Go ahead and look around. We should have whatever you need.”
Taehyung nods quickly before meandering through the shelves, picking and prodding for different vials and satchels of herbs. He ends up finding everything that he needs, but when he returns to the counter, he once again, cringes at the price.
Yoongi notices the sudden shift in his expression, as well as body language.
“You can’t pay it, can you.” The Dark Witch asks.
Taehyung’s teeth begin to worry the flesh of his bottom lip.
“No I… I can. I just… it’s a lot… that’s a lot of money.”
Yoongi’s lips purse.
Yoongi pushes the basket of ingredients across the counter.
Taehyung looks down at the basket, Yoongi’s words filtering in slowly through his eardrums.
Taehyung’s jaw drops.
“What? N-No, no way. This is too much, I can’t, I can’t take all of this, not for free .”
Yoongi shrugs with pursed lips. “Consider it a gift, for using you as bait.”
Taehyung frowns. “But… I was only paying you back for, for the charm?”
Yoongi smiles, a mischievous, coy, pretty smile.
Taehyung’s stomach drops.
“Even better. Now, you owe me. Again.” Yoongi pushes the basket further. “Take it.”
Taehyung’s mouth opens before he can think, no actual words coming out. Only incomprehensible nonsense that makes him look like even more of a fool than what he already is.
Taehyung doesn’t know if he can handle another night with Yoongi.
“You’re… You’re not gonna use me as another snack for the moon hares, are you?”
Yoongi hums as he taps a finger to his chin, the skin there a bit flushed, just like his round nose and the apples of his plump cheeks. It is then that Taehyung notices the small mole on the left corner of his nose, his eyes lingering for a little longer than necessary.
Taehyung’s heart flutters in his chest. The feeling isn’t unpleasant by any means, but the nauseous feeling in his stomach, is.
“I don’t know what I’ll have you do for me. I’ll have to think about it.”
Taehyung is speechless, a rare occurrence in and of itself. He wishes to avoid his gaze, but Yoongi’s onyx colored eyes are magnetic, trapping him in like a beam of light, calling out to him like a bird’s beautiful song.
Yoongi is enchanting.
And the dark witch stares back, unrelenting and powerful, his gaze steady and twinkling with intrigue. Taehyung is so caught up with the whirlpool that is Yoongi’s eyes, that he doesn’t even notice another witch that has just entered from the back of the shop.
“Taehyung-ah! I haven’t seen you here in quite some time. How are you?”
Taehyung gleams, as Jung Hoseok comes from behind the counter, just to lean against it and smile at him brightly. Hoseok is a Sun witch, masterful and brilliant in his magic-making, and also quite beautiful. Hoseok encapsulates the sun in far more ways than one. He has golden hair that gleams like the morning sky, his eyes the color of topaz and his smile bright and sprightly. Hoseok and his boyfriend Seokjin, half siren, half human, own the café across the street, but there are times when he partners with Yoongi when it comes to certain products, as Seokjin is proficient in water and crystal magic, serving as also a jewel maker.
Taehyung smiles politely. He can still feel Yoongi’s eyes on him, and the feeling is akin to that of needles, prickling every part of his skin.
“I’m okay hyung, thank you for asking.”
“Taehyung is just here because he needed to get a few things for Mr. Song’s exam. Isn’t that right, Taehyung-ah?” Yoongi explains as he looks over at Taehyung, his smirk still apparent as he squints at the younger witch. Hoseok looks between the two, noticing the strange tension in the air. He doesn’t comment on it, and for that, Taehyung is grateful.
“Mr. Song? Ah, good luck with that Tae-ah, Song is not lenient when it comes to his exams.”
Taehyung swallows down the lump in his throat.
“Eh, thanks hyung. That makes me feel even more terrified than what I already was.”
Hoseok hisses through his teeth, clearly regretful, but something must switch in his brain, as his eyes light up, magnificent and bright.
“I know what you should do! You should have hyung here be your tutor! He passed Song’s class with flying colors!”
Taehyung’s eyes widen as his head whips in Yoongi’s direction. He shouldn't be surprised. The whole town is aware of Yoongi’s magical capabilities, but Mr. Song’s class is more than just difficult. It is nearly impossible to succeed in, let alone excel. One must be an incredibly talented and extremely intelligent magician to pass, and Taehyung is only one of those things.
“I-I can’t ask you to do that. You’ve already done so much for me Yoongi-ssi. I mean, the charm? These supplies… I couldn’t―”
“Wait, what do you mean? What charm?”
Yoongi fixes Hoseok with a dull look, his gaze hooded with a raised brow.
“It was nothing. Sure Tae, I’ll help you, but then you’ll owe me two favors instead of just the one.”
Taehyung wants to say no. He has no idea what’s at stake here. He doesn’t think that Yoongi would put his life in any real danger, but he also can’t be too sure. Taehyung has no clue what he’s in for, and truthfully, the dark witch is completely unpredictable.
And that, is what terrifies him the most.
But Taehyung is in no position to refuse. The witch is already at his wits end when it comes to all of the marks on his record, but if he fails this exam, he might as well pack his bags now, and forget his dreams of ever being the most successful and promising witch of all time.
Taehyung nods in agreement.
“O-Okay. Thank you, Yoongi-ssi.”
Yoongi shrugs, a habit of his that could be looked at as rude, but Taehyung somehow finds it to be endearing.
“Meet me here, tonight at eight. Also, hyung is fine.” Yoongi says before taking his leave and travelling to the back of the shop.
Taehyung shakily grabs for the basket on the counter.
Hoseok looks like he wants to laugh, his slim face colored pink, and his cheeks filling out with a giggle that he traps behind clamped lips.
“Good luck on your exam Tae.”
Taehyung manages to crack a somewhat decent-looking smile.
Hoseok smiles back as Taehyung makes his way to the door, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.
Taehyung turns around, Hoseok’s expression unreadable.
“Yoongi doesn’t give out things for free.”
Taehyung rocks back and forth on his heels. The front door to the shop is locked, but thankfully, he had arrived a few minutes early. Yoongi is doing him a favor.
And he would never want to make Yoongi wait.
The chimes ring, and out steps the dark witch, bundled in a black fuzzy coat and hat. He sniffles, his rotund button nose now pink and irritated from the cold. He can’t seem to stop sniffling, and that fact irritates the witch, as he locks up the shop with frigid cheeks, cheeks that are the same color as his nose.
Taehyung is awestruck.
“What?” The other witch’s eyes find his through the nearly visible winds of late Fall. Taehyung didn’t realize that his staring had been so obvious. Just his luck.
Yoongi’s eyes are like little galaxies, Taehyung realizes. His orbs are two tiny moons, and with each little fleck of sky that pierces them, reflects the stars, glistening and sparkling within those feline-like eyes. Taehyung wonders how long he would have to stare at those eyes, for him to get tired of them.
Never, he thinks. Not ever.
Yoongi’s lips squeeze into a thin line, his eyes roaming along Taehyung’s form before he turns, locking the door.
“Follow me.” Yoongi says, as he leads Taehyung around the corner of the building and through a back alleyway. The gates that align the side of road are exotic looking and honestly, quite terrifying. Taehyung is sure that he catches sight of a fly trap with actual teeth. Razor sharp teeth, mind you.
Yoongi takes Taehyung down a path of cobblestone steps, ones that lead to the back of the shop and into what appears to be the basement. Taehyung can’t help the anxiousness that bubbles in his stomach, his throat feeling a lot tighter, his body constricted.
“Where are we going?” Taehyung asks, a little disappointed in himself when the crack in his voice makes itself known. Their feet make pleasant crunching sounds as they walk through the remaining leaves on the ground. Yoongi unsheathes his ring of keys.
“You’ll see.” He replies as he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his shoulder. The door creaks and Taehyung fights back a cringe. He can tell from where he stands that whatever lies behind this door, is dark, and emanating an aura so powerful, that it sends a frigid chill through his bones. Taehyung realizes that he happens to question a lot of the decisions that he makes whenever he is with Yoongi. Yoongi causes him to question a lot of the things that he used to know as the truth. He finds that this is not necessarily a bad thing. However, in the world of magic, one is told not to question authority, as it could be dangerous, possibly even deadly, but it seems as though Yoongi has his own hidden agenda. One that fuels the fire in his blood to do as he pleases, and acts on what he thinks, is right.
Taehyung wonders what it would be like, to live like that.
Something spicy assaults Taehyung’s nose, something akin to cinnamon that wafts through the space as he follows Yoongi deeper and deeper into the room. The silence is deafening, but in seconds, Yoongi fumbles with something in his hands, a dim light flickering on and emanating from the corner of the room. The source of light grows until the entire room is lit.
Pretty tapestries with planets and stars cloak the ceilings and the walls, fairy lights weaving in and out along the corners and curves of the room. Potted plants align shelves and window sills, different colors and shapes, plants that look extremely healthy and just as exotic as the ones that lie beyond the window pane. There are a few tall bookshelves that are filled to the brim with grimeries, spellbooks and historical texts, a few titles that Taehyung actually recognizes from his classes. There is a record player on the bedside table, and the bed itself has a pile of colorful sheets and blankets, all cocooned in the middle as if someone was just buried beneath them.
The cold slips from Taehyung’s skin, melting into nothing as the heat starts to sink in. The witch shudders as Yoongi toes off his boots and shrugs off his coat. The dark witch’s boots happened to be hiding a pair of fuzzy purple socks, snug at the toes and the ankles. Taehyung’s cheeks plump up as he smiles, his eyes crinkling as laughter bubbles in his throat. Yoongi plops onto the edge of the bed, his eyes trailing up as he stares up at Taehyung from his place on the mattress.
“What? Why are you laughing?”
Taehyung chokes on the last bit of his giggles, his sleeve coming up to wipe at his lips.
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “You’re so strange. Just sit down.”
Taehyung does as he’s told, immediately, dropping to the center of the floor with crossed legs. Yoongi’s brows furrow as he looks down at the younger witch with something akin to disdain.
“How am I supposed to help you from down there? Sit here.” Yoongi motions to the other side of the bed, patting a small spot that just so happens to be right next to him.
Taehyung is no longer laughing, his eyes a bit wider as he swallows down the nerves that simmer in his throat. He sits beside Yoongi slowly, his bottom colliding with the mattress gently, as to not jostle the other witch too much.
Yoongi motions to the bookbag that hangs on Taehyung’s shoulders.
“You brought your books I’m assuming.” Yoongi infers. Taehyung chuckles sheepishly as he swings his bookbag to the other shoulder.
“Y-Yeah.” He answers, opening the bag to reveal his texts and color-coded notes. Yoongi hums, as he watches with curiosity sparkling in his eyes. He looks at Taehyung as if he were an experiment or some sort of specimen, in dire need of being studied.
“Good. Let’s begin.”
Yoongi’s voice has lovely thrum of, deepness, to it. The more that the dark witch talks, the more that Taehyung can sink into the deep, vast sea that is Yoongi’s immaculate voice. Yoongi’s words are rumbly and gravelly, but also, tinged with a round lisp that fits perfectly into the curve of his delicate looking lips. When Taehyung gets something wrong for the fifth or sixth time, Yoongi does not get upset, or frustrated, like Taehyung had expected him to. Instead, Yoongi starts from the beginning and walks him through it, except each time, he tries a different approach. Different wordings or different scenarios, it doesn’t necessarily matter. Yoongi just has a way of explaining things so much better than his professors ever could. By the end of the night, Taehyung doesn’t realize how much time has passed, until a soft yawn is pulled from his lips, breaking the brief silence that Yoongi has allowed him to use for thinking.
Taehyung rubs at his eyes. “I’m… I’m sorry Yoongi-ssi.”
“I told you that hyung was fine.” Yoongi reminds him. Taehyung panics a bit.
“Agh, hyung, I’m sorry.” He says. Yoongi raises a curved brow.
Taehyung gives a deep sigh, his lids slowly lowering until his eyes shut for a short amount of time, each blink growing longer the heavier that his lids become.
“I’m… I’m so bad at this. At healing at… magic. Please don’t… don’t misunderstand me. I love magic, I do. I love learning spells and how they work. I love Mr. Song’s class but, but it’s just really hard for me to remember the logic of it all.”
Yoongi seems to consider his words, if only for a moment, before he fixes Taehyung with a look that causes his blood to freeze over like a lake in winter, successfully shocking him awake.
“Have you ever thought that maybe, maybe, magic is not supposed to have any logic at all? Sure, magic has it’s limitations and equations when it comes to certain spells, but the most successful witches and wizards and warlocks, all have one thing in common. Do you know what that is?”
Yoongi leans forward, Taehyung’s breath shooting deep into the back of his throat, nearly causing him to choke.
“A good witch doesn’t follow the rules.”
Taehyung wants to laugh, literally in Yoongi’s face, because this is the most absurd thing that he has ever heard in his life.
Not following the rules? What witch in their right mind wouldn’t follow the rules? It just doesn’t make sense to Taehyung. He was taught the rules for a reason. So that he could follow them, and gain the proper control of his magic that he needed to. Like all witches needed to.
Was Yoongi being serious?
“I… I don’t… I don’t think I understand…”
Yoongi hums, a nice, lulling sound.
“You don’t now, but you will.” He says vaguely as his eyes stray towards the old clock on the wall. “It’s late Sparkle. You should go home. Come back tomorrow so that we can work on these next few chapters. You still have a lot more studying to do.”
The thought makes Taehyung groan tiredly, like a petulant and bratty child, one that hasn’t been given all of the candy that he so desires. He also can't let go of this little nickname that Yoongi has picked for him, but he is tired, and can barely keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds.
Taehyung packs his belongings, lethargy plaguing every movement of muscle. Yoongi stops him when he is about to exit the door.
Taehyung blinks sleepily at Yoongi, the warmth of his face feeling akin to that of a splash of water to his cheeks.
Yoongi is smiling softly at him.
“You’re not as bad of a witch as you think you are.”
Days and nights come and go with ease, and with every day that passes, Taehyung falls harder and deeper.
It starts off with the simple things, a certain look from Yoongi or, a brush of their hands. Either way, every little thing that Yoongi does is starting to effect Taehyung, and not for the better.
Their study sessions grow longer and harder, the dark witch pushing Taehyung past his limits and testing his knowledge of each chapter that they break down. Taehyung easily becomes frustrated with himself, but Yoongi doesn’t let him dig too deep into his insecurities. They work so hard and so fast, that the two witches never even realize that the sun had yet to come up, breaking over the horizon and splitting the sky into an array of purples and blues. Taehyung has always been easy to distract, but with Yoongi, things are starting to get a bit out of hand.
For example, Yoongi’s lips. Whenever the witch pronounces something a certain way, with a little bit more passion or spice, his lips happen to form the cutest of pouts, glistening with a simple peach color or a shade of rose. Yoongi doesn’t happen to wear a lot of makeup but, when he does, Taehyung doesn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off of his face. Yoongi’s lip also happens to somewhat glow and gleam, with a thin coat of gloss and something sweet. Taehyung finds that his eyes are drawn to the other witch’s lips a little too much to even be considered remotely normal.
And then there are… other things.
Like Yoongi’s hands. Yoongi’s hands are pale and smaller in nature than that of Taehyung’s, like caramel to cream, or oak to snow. Yoongi’s hands are a slightly smaller fraction of Taehyung’s, and that, makes it certain that they fit almost perfectly within one another.
Yoongi is also nothing like what the rumors say.
The more time that Taehyung spends with Yoongi, the more he realizes just how spiteful, and silly the people are that inhabit their community. Just because Yoongi is quiet and curt, does not mean that he is cruel, and just because he is powerful, does not mean that he is to be afraid of.
Taehyung knows that these feelings are something to worry about when he starts to dread going to his classes. When every waking moment without Yoongi becomes less of a good time, and more of a bore. Taehyung finds his eye wandering to the clock more often, to check the time and to count the minutes until he can see Yoongi again. Until he can drown in those cat-like orbs that just so happen to be the same color as his favorite cup of hot chocolate, warm and sweet and soothing as it burns down his throat, uncomfortable but also, necessary.
Taehyung can’t stop thinking about Yoongi, and he doesn’t even try not to.
The older witch has spoken nothing of the two favors that Taehyung owes him, and they have had many study sessions that have given him an ample opportunity to voice what he would want Taehyung to do for him, in order to repay him for the good deeds in which he had committed.
However, today was different.
Today, Taehyung walks over to the shop to find that the back door is already slightly unhinged.
Yoongi is not one to leave his door unlocked, especially since this is the very lock that protects his own home.
Taehyung treads inside with caution, his hands shaking as he clutches tighter onto the straps of his backpack. He has a bad feeling about this. A really, really bad feeling about this.
“Hello? H-Hyung?” Taehyung calls out, his voice quivering with the very bit of fear that warns him to turn around. To run and to never look back. He can go without one day of studying with Yoongi, no matter how much it would pain him to do so.
The light to the main room of the basement is dark, but somewhere far in the distance, Taehyung hears an unfamiliar sound. Something that sounds like a scratching of some kind, or maybe even a voice. Taehyung is too far to tell what it is, and it just so happens that his curiosity is too powerful to stop him in this moment, his feet having minds of their own as his body continues to travel forward.
Step by step, Taehyung makes his way through the shop, his heart pounding in his chest as panic surges through his bloodstream. At this point, Taehyung is too far to turn back now, and the sounds are becoming a lot clearer. Louder. Vile, wretched sounds coming closer and closer, unforeseen beings caterwauling like nails on a chalkboard to Taehyung’s ears. Spirits, it seems. Treacherous, evil spirits, screeching and crying out into the night. If the witch were in his right mind, he would have probably cupped his ears by now, but Taehyung is too far into his daze. Too terrified to prepare himself for what lies beyond the single door in the distance.
Taehyung steels himself with a deep and withered breath, his fingers trembling as he reaches to turn the latch on the door.
The first thing that Taehyung sees, is blood. Blood is smeared along the floorboards in an unfamiliar pattern. One large circle with a few other smaller circles, clearly drawn with the form of distinct markings. One looks like a flame, another, the shape of a cloud. All distinct markings and symbols that form around one small person in the center of it all.
But Yoongi does not look like Yoongi. His hair is in disarray, as if he had run his hands through it many a times. Blood is smeared along his cheeks and the tip of his nose, a violent, grotesque color that contrasts with everything that Taehyung has come to know and adore. Yoongi’s eyes are rabid. White. His sockets are devoid of their pupils and the entire room is at his command. A breeze that the windows are not at fault for, swirls throughout the room, a whirlwind of black magic surrounding Yoongi with every wave of his pale hands.
Taehyung should feel disgusted by this. He is supposed to feel disgusted by this. The blood has a nauseating smell to it that curdles his stomach, a weak, fruitless gag jolting from his throat. Taehyung knows that he should leave, but his feet are stuck to the floor, as if the soles of his sneakers were merely magnets, sticking him in place as he witnesses the all too powerful darkness that is Min Yoongi.
But Yoongi had to kill, in order to take control of this magic.
Min Yoongi had to kill.
Taehyung sprints out of the shop, tears prickling the corners of his eyes as he runs and runs and runs. His stomach feels so sick but he has nothing to purge. His tears are blinding but it is not like he needs to see. Taehyung just needs to get out of here. He needs to get far, far away from Yoongi, because Yoongi is an evil and cruel witch, one that kills so that he can encompass the power for his own selfish misdeeds. A witch that drains the life source of poor creatures that don’t deserve such torment. Taehyung has to leave.
But Taehyung’s feelings for Yoongi have yet to do the same.
Taehyung passed his exam.
Taehyung has passed his exam, and even so, he is miserable.
Oddly enough, Yoongi has done some reaching out, but Taehyung can’t even bring himself to grace the other witch with a simple hello.
Taehyung doesn’t know what the hell to do. He is conflicted because he knows how light witches are supposed to feel about dark witches, but that is the complete opposite of what Taehyung actually feels. Simply being around Yoongi is a marvelous experience. Not only did Taehyung learn more than enough about his studies when it comes to their tutoring sessions, but Taehyung learned a lot about himself as well. Yoongi brings out the boldness in Taehyung. He questions what he is told was right, and he happens to take more chances whenever he and Yoongi are in the same vicinity. Yoongi makes Taehyung laugh, with his sarcastic wording and quick-witted nature. He makes Taehyung… happy, and with everything that Yoongi is, everything that contradicts the morality of what Taehyung has lived by, the younger witch knows that he needs to let him go.
But Taehyung can’t let him go.
“What’s going on with you Tae-ah? You’re only this quiet when you’re feeling under the weather.” Jimin laments, sitting beside Taehyung on the grass to the quad. Taehyung’s back is flat against the ground, scenes from the last time he saw Yoongi flashing before his open eyes, no matter how hard he tries to focus on the clouds above.
“I guess… you could say something like that.” Taehyung answers dully. Everything feels numb, his mind, his body. Taehyung feels as if he is moving through thick space, and he isn’t actually moving. His tongue is thick in his mouth, and the more he thinks about Yoongi, the more he wants to cry.
Jimin hums quietly, his back falling to the grass so that he and Taehyung look the same. People are going to stare no matter what, but at least Taehyung won’t be stared at alone.
Jimin’s breath hitches, as if he has just come up with the grandest idea.
“We should go to Min’s! Hyung seems to like giving you things for free. Maybe you can score us some vials for Ms. Oh’s potion making.”
Taehyung sits up so fast, that he gives himself whiplash.
“What?! No, a-absolutely not. I’m not… I’m not going into that shop ever, ever again.”
The bitterness of his tone is just as surprising to Jimin as it is to Taehyung himself, but aside from being a witch, he is also Taehyung’s one and only soulmate, and so he knows the other witch better than anybody.
“What the hell happened between you and Yoongi? You’ve been acting weird ever since your last study session with him, and that was weeks ago. What happened?”
Taehyung groans as he falls back into the grass. Curse his soulmate, for knowing him better than he ever knew himself.
“Nothing happened Jimin.”
The fae witch rolls over to his side, completely smothering Taehyung with his body as he tickles at the other witch’s sides. Taehyung is too deep into his slump to laugh, but there is still a small smile that happens to grace his handsome features.
“Jimin, Jimin please stop!”
The pink-haired witch giggles, his eyes crinkling at their corners as he laughs melodiously into Taehyung’s ear. Taehyung makes to push him away, but instead, pulls him in closer, burying his face into the witch’s chest, his smile pulling at the ends, his eyes growing wet as they burn.
“I don’t… I don’t know what to do Jimin-ah. Yoongi-hyung is… he’s…” Taehyung can’t seem to find the right words, a tear slipping from his eye as his heart truly starts to tear at its edges. He can hear Jimin sigh beneath him, the other’s soft hand carding through his long, oak brown locks.
“You like Yoongi-hyung, don’t you.” Jimin says it as if it is a well-known fact, something that he had already known from the moment they both first met Yoongi in the shop. When Taehyung first laid his eyes on him, his heart skipping a beat when he caught sight of those round freckled cheeks, that fluffy black hair.
Those pretty, cat-like eyes.
Jimin must have already known, and Taehyung can’t be mad at him for it. Deep down inside, Taehyung knew it himself, that he had feelings for Yoongi, but the opposition of their magic is too powerful to bear. Too… wrong. Their magic doesn’t mix, and Taehyung already gets enough hate for simply being the way that he is.
What would people say if he and Yoongi, got together?
“I like hyung… but… but hyung doesn’t like me.”
Jimin scoffs, his finger flicking the tip of Taehyung’s nose. The witch yelps in surprise.
“Taehyung how do you know that? You are literally the only person that Yoongi lets get away with so much. He never makes you pay and, Tae-ah, you should see how he looks at you. It’s so… soft.”
Taehyung pushes at Jimin’s chest weakly, his eyes narrow and his brows deepened.
“Not funny, Jimin. That’s not funny at all.” Taehyung says as he leans away. Jimin follows his movements as he moves closer.
“Tae-ah, I wouldn’t joke with you like that. I mean it. I know what I see.”
Taehyung doesn’t have time for this. He doesn’t have time to fiddle with the what could bes, if he wasn’t so timid and shy, and dealing with his own detrimental self-loathing. Yoongi will never reciprocate what he feels for him, and there is nothing more that the witch can do about it.
Well, a love potion isn’t out of the question, but Yoongi is too smart for his own good, and Taehyung is as transparent as a piece of glass. Yoongi would catch on right away.
Besides, Taehyung wants nothing more than for Yoongi to return his feelings, truthfully. No magic involved.
But Taehyung nearly screams when Jimin snatches his hand and pulls him up from the ground. Jimin’s eyes burn with a fire so deep, that Taehyung actually shivers where he stands.
“I’m going to Min’s, and you are coming with me. No buts.”
And with that, Jimin drags Taehyung off, and the light witch has nothing more that he can say.
The first thing that Taehyung does when they arrive, is look for Yoongi right away. His eyes roam the counters and the few aisles that he can see past, but after a few very obvious moments of searching, Taehyung’s body relieves itself of tension, as he figures that Yoongi is nowhere in sight.
Namjoon is organizing a group of small potted plants on the counter when they walk through the door. Jimin sighs, breathless and in love. His shoulders visibly lift with his breath as he stands still for a moment, enamored and fascinated as he watches Namjoon giggle and converse with his potted plant friends.
Taehyung can’t help but to smile at the sight. Namjoon isn’t even a nature witch, but the way he looks and talks to the tiny planets on the counter, is so pure and soft.
And Jimin is utterly in love.
Namjoon is so busy with his friends that he doesn’t even notice the sounds of chimes, the symbol of a customer’s arrival. Jimin doesn’t say anything though, probably because he would prefer to watch Namjoon like this until the end of time.
When the witch at the counter does happen to notice them, he fumbles wildly, nearly knocking over one of the potted plants.
“H-Hi you two! H-Hi Jimin…” Namjoon chuckles sheepishly, his face as red as a tomato. Jimin nearly sprints to the counter, his eyes sparkling with infatuation as he peers up at Namjoon with hooded eyes. Taehyung doesn’t know why Jimin feels this need to put on the charm when in fact, the tiny witch is already naturally charming. It is clear that Namjoon is very, very effected by everything that Jimin does. Everything that Jimin is.
How can Jimin call Taehyung oblivious, when he is much, much worse?
Namjoon gleams as he puts the pots away. “What can I help you two with today?”
Jimin titters as he leans closer into the counter. “Nothing really, just looking around. Is Yoongi-hyung here today?”
Taehyung sputters, an onslaught of nonsense flying freely from between his lips. Namjoon notices with wide eyes, but knows it’s not really his place to comment.
“Actually, hyung is out today. Some sort of magician’s conference. Do you need to talk to him? I can tell him you stopped by.”
Jimin shakes his head with a small smile, throwing a quick look to Taehyung who gives a long sigh of relief.
“That’s okay. Can you let us know when he gets back in? Taehyung needs to talk to him.”
There are times when Taehyung really wants to punch his soulmate in the face. Now, is definitely one of those times.
Namjoon nods, his dimples apparent. “Will do. Oh! Wait.” The witch bends over to grab a large piece of paper. A flyer of sorts. He places it on the counter.
“Seokjin-hyung and Hoseok-hyung are having this little Halloween get together this weekend. Hyung will be there, well, not because he wants to. Jin-hyung is definitely making him, but you two should come.”
“Will you be there?” Jimin emphasizes, his lashes fluttering as he blinks them rapidly. Namjoon clears his throat before pulling at the collar of his knitted sweater.
“W-Well, I-I was thinking about it? I don’t know honestly, grad life has kinda been kicking my ass. I just might study.” Namjoon explains, his voice softening with every word, as if he were embarrassed to admit his unfortunate study habits.
Jimin pouts petulantly, his arms crossing as he fakes annoyance. It might not be all that fake, actually. “I’ll only come if you’re coming.” He states, his hands on his hips as his pout deepens. Namjoon’s jaw drops.
“U-Uhm, okay, I guess I’m coming.”
Jimin’s arms drop to his sides as he giggles. He then kisses Namjoon on the cheek, something that surprises him, and even Taehyung.
“Great, see you then! Come on Tae.” Jimin says as he drags Taehyung out of the shop. Once out of ear shot, Jimin practically falls to his knees, dissolving into a bumbling, nervous mess. Taehyung laughs deeply, Jimin’s sudden shyness coming from how bold he had been just now.
If only Taehyung could do the same.
Taehyung hasn’t cried this hard in quite some time.
It’s dark, and cold, and the sudden instinct to get out of bed and run to the woods, a feeble attempt to clear his mind and soothe his anxieties, was too strong to withhold. Magic helps him in times like this, to gain some control of his emotions. To pour his heart and soul out, into the streams of his light magic that flows freely from his being, but he’s gone too far, and now, he’s alone. In the dirt and gravel, and his arm is bleeding from when his shirt got snagged on a nearby branch. He can’t even heal himself, all of the immense pain and strife that he had been struggling through finally coming to a head, crashing into him ruthlessly and without any mercy.
Taehyung can’t take this much longer.
“Fuck, fuck just… heal already.” Taehyung grits as he stares at his arm, blood puckering from the clear scar that he now wears. The witch's incantations fall upon deaf ears, and the feeling of powerlessness is more than simple frustration. Taehyung’s tears fall faster, harder, his ribs aching from the gut-wrenching sobs that he releases into the night. Taehyung coils in on himself, his heart breaking with every tortuous second that passes.
Why is he such a failure? Why can’t he do anything right?
How can he call himself a light witch when he can’t even heal himself?
Taehyung’s cries taper off into something quieter, much harder and more painful to control. Someone calls out for him again, the same voice, one that is calm, and lulling almost, like a sweet siren’s song.
Taehyung looks up to find Min Yoongi there, standing before him with the same coat and hat that he has seen him in before, but somehow, through the film of mist and with the stars glowing, he looks ethereal, his face wiped away of any makeup. Not even the usual smug and confident demeanor that he wears is there. The look of effortless superiority that is found in his stance or his smirk. Nothing remains, except for one thing.
The look of sadness.
Yoongi looks down at Taehyung with a glint of sadness in his eyes, his shoulders fallen and a dip in the center of his brows, as if he is also confused by Taehyung’s being in the woods.
Taehyung sniffles as he looks back down at his arm again, no longer able to face the pitiful look that Yoongi wears as he looks at him from where he stands. They haven’t spoken, all because of Taehyung’s idiocy and self consciousness of his feelings, once again, something that he has done wrong. Yoongi probably hates him now, for ignoring his texts and for being dismissive, even after everything that the dark witch has done for him. And Taehyung wouldn’t blame him for it. In fact, he would thank him, for hating his existence so that they would no longer have to stand being together. So that Taehyung could deal with the troubles of his crush alone, and without the sight of Yoongi’s beautiful face, or the lusciousness of his deep voice.
Taehyung just needs to forget… Yoongi.
But it’s kind of hard to do that when the witch in question is now, sitting beside him, silent but, assuring, as his hands finds that of Taehyung’s. The marvelous thing about it, is that Yoongi doesn’t say a word. He just takes hold of Taehyung’s hand, squeezes it tight, and doesn’t let go. He doesn’t let it go for what feels like an eternity, and Taehyung doesn’t know how to feel about it. Taehyung is so tormented by his own thoughts that he no longer has the power to control his whimpers or the quivering of his lip. So he cries. Taehyung continues to cry until he feels that there are no tears left in him. At one point, he has leaned onto Yoongi for physical support, his sobs a lot more difficult to withhold as he slumps against the other witch’s body. Yoongi doesn’t move away like he is annoyed. He in fact, still hasn’t said anything. He just sits there, and he holds on. He holds onto Taehyung, and he sits up as straight as he can so that they both don’t fall over from the weight of Taehyung’s body. Later on, if you had asked Taehyung how long they had sat there in the dirt, he wouldn’t be able to tell you. All he knows, is that it felt like forever, and by the end of it, he has never felt so liberated.
Yoongi takes him back to the shop, not once uttering a single word. He cleans the witch’s wound with a damp cloth before slathering it with ointment. Despite the pale nature of Yoongi’s hands, his skin is warm and feverent, as if he had been standing in the sun for hours on end. It does something to Taehyung’s heart, especially because Yoongi is being very gentle with him and his arm, as if he is made of the most fragile glass, waiting to shatter into a million pieces. It’s almost fitting.
Yoongi wraps the scratch in gauze, and as quiet as a mouse, he perches himself on the edge of the bed. He looks up at Taehyung, with glossy, questioning eyes, resembling a small, curious kitten. It is an invitation, to either talk about it, or to just leave it be. Yoongi is so beautiful, Taehyung realizes that then, instead of contemplating his decision to either accept or deny the witch’s offer.
He decides to leave it be.
“Thank y-you, hyung. For… for this and for… for everything you’ve done for me.” Taehyung mumbles sheepishly, eyeing the eggshell-white of the gauze on his arm. He hears the bed creak.
“No need to thank me. I help you, you help me. It’s only fair.”
Yes, but you help me way more than I help you.
It goes unsaid, as does a lot of things, and Taehyung thinks it’s actually better that way.
“I still feel like I haven’t thanked you enough.”
Yoongi shrugs with pursed lips, not saying anything else. Taehyung feels like he has overstayed his welcome, especially since Yoongi won’t stop staring at him. Taehyung’s stomach is a mess.
Without a word, the witch turns to leave, but Yoongi stops him.
“Are you coming to Jin’s stupid party thing?” Yoongi asks, oddly enough. Taehyung would have never guessed that that would be the first thing for the witch to ask him. Not only does Yoongi not seem like the partying type, but what does it matter if he attends the party or not?
It’s not like Yoongi… likes him or anything.
“Uhm, yeah. Jimin won’t let me hear the end of it if I don’t.”
Yoongi huffs, his cheeks puffing up as his lips squeeze into the strangest line. It is an odd expression that he wears, but it is so common that Taehyung doesn’t question it anymore. In fact, he is endeared by it, a lot more than he should be.
“Guess I’ll see you there then.”
Taehyung chuckles nervously, the sound a lot higher and breathier than he would like it to be. It’s not like he didn’t know that Yoongi was coming. Namjoon had told him that he was, but even so, Taehyung is shocked to hear it, and somehow, that shock has begun to teeter on the edge of excitement. Because if Yoongi had been mad at Taehyung for avoiding him…
Wouldn’t he have made it known by now?
“Yeah. See you then.”
Taehyung doesn’t know what the hell he’s supposed to be.
But damn does he look pretty.
The witch dons a sparkly, deep blue dress, glitter and patterns of constellations adorning the skirt, as well as the hem. He wears a thin sparkly headband that pulls at his dark locks, as well as a pair of earrings with stars for gems. He wears a bit of glitter on his cheeks and some on his lips, but he isn’t that skilled in makeup, so he left the rest of his face bare. The converse don’t really mess up the dress like he thought it would. Instead, the shoes make it more… Taehyung -esque. Taehyung feels pretty tonight.
And the thought makes him immensely happy.
“TaeTae-ah we’re going to be… look at you! Tae you look beautiful.”
Jimin is going as a merman this year, with form-fitting holographic pants, a purple sparkly corset, and see through satin sleeves. His cheeks glisten with periwinkle highlight and fake blue scales, and there is no way in hell that he should be calling Taehyung beautiful because he is the epitome of it.
Taehyung is flushed from head to toe, a hand running through his long hair.
“Thank you Jimin.”
Jimin titters lovingly. “You ready to go?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
The bakery is only a few minutes away from the dorms by foot, but with the quick skip in Jimin’s step, they make it there in nearly half that time. Taehyung knows how Jimin feels, heart racing and stomach turning with gut-wrenching anticipation as they get closer and closer to the ones that make them question the traction of their emotions. Taehyung has been thinking about Yoongi since the day they met, but ever since the other witch had patched up his arm, there is no denying it now.
Taehyung thinks he might be in love.
The bakery smells of delicious sweets, a bit of sweat, and lots of liquor. Fun, halloween-shaped cookies and treats are passed around on trays, and every witch and creature that’s on the floor is juking and jiving to the music that plays on the speakers. Taehyung is a bit overwhelmed at first, but every tinge of fear or cowardice is thrown out of the window when the crowd parts, everything he once knew as right, now becoming irrational and too difficult to tame.
Yoongi stands at the far side of the room, draped in a leather skirt and a flowy long sleeve black shirt. His cheeks are naturally flushed from the heat of the party, but his pouty lips are colored mauve, and his eyelids sparkle with black shadow and glitter eyeliner, eyeliner that makes his eyes even more cat-like. The witch wears a black collar with a bell at the center, and a pair of furry black cat ears as a headband.
Min Yoongi is a cat.
Taehyung’s heart is fluttering so badly that he feels like he might fly away, never to return to this planet, and for good reason too. Maybe he should just leave now, as witnessing Yoongi in a cat costume is sure to send him to an early grave.
“Ah! There’s Joon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung! Let’s go say hi.”
“N-No Jimin wait.”
But it is too late, as Jimin’s unearthly strength nearly sends him flying through the crowd as he is pulled to where Yoongi and the others stand.
Namjoon is dressed as a pumpkin, and yes, it is as round and obnoxious as it sounds. Jimin however, seems to be on the moon at the sight. Hoseok is dressed as a race car driver, and Seokjin, his boyfriend, is dressed as a doctor, white coat, stethoscope and all. Seokjin fits the bill of a siren with his handsome and devilish good looks. He has purple hair, a long beautiful face, and a thick pair of lips that could be compared to that of a doll’s. His skin is perfect, and the way that everyone is immediately drawn to him, is the same way that he is drawn to Hoseok. The sight of the two of them, bound closely together and sneaking chaste kisses every now and then is enough to make Taehyung’s gut simmer with envy. He feels guilty for it, but there is not much he can do to stop it. He can choose to look away, but in all honesty, that’s just more rude than anything.
Taehyung notices that there is someone else that stands with the group. He is a tall, brawny kid with a boyish face and a round pair of glasses perched upon his wide nose. He has big brown eyes and a mole just underneath his bottom lip. He’s dressed like a bunny. He seems nice, but in truth, Taehyung is only intaking every detail of everyone else so that he won’t have to look straight at Yoongi.
And he can feel Yoongi looking, right at him.
“Tae, did you hear me?” Seokjin asks. Taehyung jumps.
Seokjin snorts. “I said I liked your costume. Are you supposed to be the sky?”
Taehyung looks down at himself, as if he didn’t know what he was wearing.
“Yeah, you got it. I was afraid no one would guess.” He says with a soft smile, even though he didn’t really know what to call himself either. He found this dress while shopping with Jimin, and he was far too preoccupied with his studies and the bullying and Yoongi to find a proper costume.
Hoseok snickers, a hand around Seokjin’s waist as they drunkenly sway. The party has barely begun and people are already drunk out of their minds. Taehyung wonders if he should get a head start on that too.
“How could anyone not! It’s pretty obvious. You look pretty Tae-ah!” Hoseok says as he takes a sip from his ridiculously gaudy goblet. Seokjin really went all out for this holiday season.
They all share a laugh, including the bunny boy, who’s nose crinkles in delight. Taehyung and Jimin politely throw him a smile before bowing and introducing themselves. They find out that his name is Jungkook, and he is a machina witch that is highly skilled in machinery and oil magic. Yoongi has taken him on as an assistant because his work was becoming too much for him to bear, especially since the Magic Counsel have been calling on him a bit more often than necessary. Taehyung feels weird, if not a bit agitated by the news. Taehyung could have been Yoongi’s assistant, and he would have done a damn good job. Did Yoongi not think he was good enough? Was this his way of payback since Taehyung had been ignoring his texts and calls?
Fuck. Taehyung needs a fucking drink.
“Excuse me.” The witch says as he whisks his way through the crowd, in search of a glass bowl with something fruity and heavily spiked. He ends up finding exactly what he’s looking for, and downs a cup or two before he feels a presence beside him.
Taehyung turns to find Yoongi there, sipping from a cup and peering up at him with a blank look in his eyes.
“Y’know, Jin is right. That’s a nice costume.”
Taehyung gulps, alcohol now swimming in his stomach at a sickening pace, even though it’s cloaked with a fruity and saccharine taste.
“Th-Thanks hyung. Yours is too. You look really…”
“Stupid?” Yoongi supplies for him. Taehyung gives a laugh and a frightful snort. Thankfully, Yoongi doesn’t cringe at the horrid sound. He doesn’t even flinch.
Yoongi has a habit of defying all of Taehyung’s expectations.
“I was gonna say ‘cute’, not stupid. You don’ look stupid. I think my word is better.”
And wow, yeah, Taehyung really needs to chill on the drinking.
Or, maybe he doesn’t, as Yoongi is chuckling now, with his gums and his teeth, and his eyes forming little crescent moons.
Taehyung downs the rest of his cup, and swallows the remains like there’s no tomorrow.
“Thanks, I guess. I could say the same for you, you know. Cute.”
Taehyung raises a brow, his stutter long gone as he gives into the exhilarating sensation of liquid courage, rushing through his veins like a steady river.
“Cute? You think I’m cute?” Taehyung asks, devilish and smirking. Yoongi plays along, coy and smart as he shrugs, his smile still broad and bright.
“I don’ know. You called me cute first. It’s only fair.”
“This isn’ like all those favors that you did for me hyung. I wanna know. You really think I’m cute?”
Yoongi takes a second, to contemplate the weird question before suddenly, he’s moving forward, the tips of their shoes now connected as their chests align. Yoongi tilts his head, his chin lifting as he looks at Taehyung, really, truly looks at him, acknowledging every insecurity, every beautiful feature of his. Like his pretty moles and frazzled, curly brown hair. Yoongi looks at him for what feels like a lifetime, a glorious lifetime, filled with happiness and laughter and love. Pure, unadulterated love. Taehyung wasn’t sure of this before, but now, in this moment, he knows nothing less.
Taehyung is in love with Min Yoongi.
“Hey, Kim, has Mr. Song failed you yet? Or did you redeem yourself by fucking the town freak for free tutoring sessions.”
And just like that, everything shatters into nothingness. Taehyung’s world has tilted, everything askew and nothing right. Taehyung is suddenly sober enough to understand what has just happened, and the newfound courage he once felt, has disintegrated. Slipped away, stolen, by a few of his measly classmates with nothing better to do than hurt others.
But then everything happens too fast, and Yoongi suddenly whips his head in the boys’ direction, his eyes white and his nostrils flared. The boys look taken aback, all of a sudden fearful and regretful of their taunting, before their bodies start to lurch and hunch over. With hands over their mouths, and very wide eyes, they run out of the shop before the distant sounds of retching can be heard. Yoongi seems to shake himself out of it, before turning back to Taehyung as if nothing out of the norm has transpired.
“Now, where were we?”
Taehyung feels like he’s flying.
And Yoongi’s lips are what take him there, to this high place of freedom and happiness. Yoongi’s lips feel like the softest of pillows, faintly tasting of baijiu and some other whiskey that would usually make Taehyung gag, but not today.
Taehyung drinks Yoongi in, slowly but surely, his hands on the smaller witch’s hips as he deepens the kiss with parted lips and wet tongue. Taehyung doesn’t have time to let the guilt or the regret sink in, as Yoongi is kissing him back with full force, the witch’s arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as their tongues dance and their lips glide. The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated in nature, but neither of them care. Taehyung is drunk on more than alcohol. He is drunk off of whiskey and glitter and Yoongi, and the sickly sweet combination is marvelous and oh so delicious. Taehyung doesn’t want this kiss to end, and it seems that Yoongi doesn’t want it to either, as his hands begin to roam Taehyung’s sides before coming to palm at the small swell at the front of his skirt. Taehyung hisses, not one to beg, but willing to make an exception if it would mean that Yoongi gets to touch him again.
Their lips click as they break apart, Yoongi’s mouth all swollen and wet. Delectable, if Taehyung had to be more specific, and he is the sole cause for it.
Yoongi bites the corner of his lip before kissing him quickly and taking his hand.
Taehyung gulps as he nods frantically in agreement, a hand over the very obvious tent in his skirt as Yoongi drags him to the upstairs portion of the bakery. On the way, he sees that Jimin is also having a pretty decent night, well, since he’s clearly making out with Namjoon in an abandoned booth.
The upstairs of the shop is empty, probably because Seokjin banned everyone else from this portion of the store. He has a feeling that neither he, nor Yoongi is exempt from these rules, but he is in no right mind to question it.
All he wants is Yoongi, and Yoongi alone.
They find an abandoned room, one that resembles a guest space with a bed and all. He vaguely remembers the fact that Hoseok and Seokjin also rent to travelers and such, but to be honest, Taehyung doesn’t give a single flying fuck. He just needs Yoongi’s mouth on him again. That’s it. That’s all.
“Fuck, Tae, you’re so fucking pretty. I’ve wanted to do this for so fucking long.”
Taehyung’s breath hitches as Yoongi latches onto his neck, his lips kissing and his teeth nibbling the side of his jugular. Taehyung throws his head back with a moan, his hands shaking as he swiftly lifts the hem of his skirt so that it’s overhead and tossed far across the room. He can’t believe what he’s hearing right now, that Yoongi of all people. Infamous and legendary Dark Witch, Min Yoongi, has wanted to kiss him for how long?
Taehyung mewls, breathless as he tilts his head back up, so that he can look at Yoongi straight in the eye.
“Me too. Me too I’ve wanted… Fuck I’ve wanted you for fucking forever hyung.”
That seems to do it, as Yoongi snatches up Taehyung’s lips for another deep and messy kiss, his hands pressed against the other witch’s cheeks, as Taehyung’s hands uselessly fumble to pull at the leather skirt that Yoongi wears. Taehyung’s hands naturally find the swell of Yoongi’s ass as they continue to kiss, the smaller of the two pushing against him as they fumble into the bed. Yoongi mewls, mewls into Taehyung’s mouth, his tongue hot like the licking of a flame. As soon as Yoongi’s back hits the mattress, he turns, successfully rolling their bodies so that he lies on top of Taehyung. Yoongi kisses him with everything that he has, his lips smacking as he kisses Taehyung’s nose and lips and the swell of his chin. Yoongi kisses his neck, then a line down his naked chest, to the pudge of his soft stomach. Taehyung sighs with content, his hand instinctively coming to card through the other’s dark locks.
Yoongi kisses the sudden dip of his waistline, then lower and lower, the younger witch emitting a gasp as his body convulses.
“H-Hyung, what, what are you―”
“Shhh, baby, let hyung take care of you.” Yoongi kisses the cloth that covers Taehyung’s cock before unsheathing him, not even a moment passing before Yoongi swallows him. Taehyung’s spine arches with a sharp exhale of breath, the gasp delving into a guttural moan as Yoongi’s tongue laps around him, igniting the flame that burns throughout his entire being. Like a match to a pool of gasoline.
Taehyung’s nails dig into Yoongi’s scalp, his teeth worrying his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Yoongi’s cheeks hollow out, the warmth of his mouth constricting around Taehyung’s cock, pulling another groan from him that grows into something fierce, damn near inhumane. Taehyung hisses through clenched teeth as the pleasure that he drowns in begins to spill over, becoming too much, too fucking good to sit in any longer.
“Hyung, hyung, baby please, ‘m gonna, I’m―”
Yoongi doesn’t move a fucking muscle. He remains where he is, bobbing up and down on the younger witch's cock as he swallows him as far back as he can, so far that he almost gags, as he relishes in the taste of Taehyung.
Taehyung cums, Yoongi’s heat sizzling him to the point of no return. Yoongi keeps him in his mouth, Taehyung riding out the hot and searing wave of his climax until vision spots plague the insides of his eyelids. Yoongi slowly releases him with a pop, his tongue darting out to wipe the swollen skin of his lip, as he makes a show of his swallowing. Yoongi rubs his mouth with the back of his arm, his eyes glassy as his lips curve into the gummiest of smiles.
Taehyung’s limbs feel like jam, but goddammit is he going to kiss those fucking lips so hard.
The light witch musters every bit of strength that he has, lifting the upper half of his body so that he can snatch Yoongi’s lips in for a lazy and slow kiss. Yoongi’s giggle tickles his mouth, so much so, that he starts to laugh as well, their teeth nearly clacking from how wide their smiles become. Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s naked waist, pulling both of their bodies to the mattress so that they are laying side by side, facing one another with delirious, sleepy smiles. Their noses brush, their breaths mingling as they stare at one another drowsily.
Taehyung pecks Yoongi on the mouth.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, but I just… I didn’t know it would be, that good.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes, the ends of his lips quirking as his eyes fall shut. Taehyung’s smile slips away as he realizes that Yoongi is actually going to sleep on him.
“Uh… hyung? Hyung.”
“You tire me out Taehyung. Sleep now. Talk later. Okay?”
Taehyung supposes that he doesn’t really have a choice, as sleep is also starting to plague his limbs relentlessly, like warm honey enveloping his bones.
The witch gives a deep sigh, his body sinking into the moistness of the sheets, too tired to clean up properly. Everything else can wait.
Everything, except for the talk that Taehyung and Yoongi must have.
Sunlight spills into the room in waves, pooling through the blinds and setting Taehyung’s skin aflame. There is crud in his eyes, and his head is pounding so badly that the pain is starting to affect his stomach. Memories come flooding in with no remorse, memories of drinking and flirting and… Yoongi.
Yoongi’s smile, Yoongi’s kisses, Yoongi’s mouth. Taehyung remembers nothing but Yoongi and frankly, the thought isn’t so bad.
But Yoongi isn’t here anymore. The only thing that remains, is the dip in the mattress, and the crinkling of the sheets, that the witch left in his wake.
Taehyung cleans himself up with anticipation, washing his face and rinsing his mouth, before redressing into his costume from the night before. He feels fucking ridiculous, but there is nothing else to wear and he just wants to find Yoongi. Without Yoongi, Taehyung feels lost and cold. Literally.
Taehyung pads down the steps, wiping away at his bleary eyes before scampering down the hallway and into the front of the shop. The blinds are drawn, probably because the bakery is still a mess, but Seokjin and Hoseok are working on that as they sweep and pluck garbage off of the floor in their pajamas. Namjoon and Jimin are nowhere to be found. Get it best friend, is what Taehyung thinks with a fond, sleepy smile. He then notices the smell of coffee, brewing nearby from the mist that wafts through the room. Taehyung looks around, frantic almost, in search of the very witch that he had been looking for this whole time.
At the counter, stands Yoongi, in a fluffy sweater and sweatpants, his bare feet peeking out from the bottoms. His hair is a wild bird’s nest, dark strands sticking out every which way, clearly from a good night’s sleep, especially from the time that they had shared the night before. Taehyung’s heart does a crazy flip in his chest, his stomach warm as the hungover fog of his mind clears away. He wants to say something, call out to him so that he can see the other witch’s smile of recognition, before they join together for a sweet, simple kiss. He knows it’s cheesy and lame, but Yoongi just brings out that joy in him. He only has one fear.
That Yoongi regrets everything that happened last night.
But, that can’t be, right? Since Yoongi also admitted to wanting to kiss Taehyung for the longest time. There is no way that he could possibly regret what happened last night, and if he does, Taehyung doesn’t know if he’ll be able to bear the brunt of such an attack.
“Ah, Tae-ah! Good morning.” Seokjin calls out to him with a smile that rivals that of the sun. Taehyung warmly smiles back at both him, and Hoseok, with a wave of his hand. He then turns to find Yoongi, looking back at him with a slight tilt of his head. Yoongi’s face is still puffy from sleep, his cheeks rounded and his lips parted slightly.
Fuck, Taehyung is in love.
“Hey hyung.” Taehyung whispers.
A moment passes between the two witches, where they just stare at one another silently, their eyes saying more than enough for the two of them. Hoseok and Seokjin share a look, something that goes unseen by the two witches that stare lovingly at one another.
Seokjin clears his throat, a mix between a cough and a chuckle. Again, no one notices except for Hoseok.
“Taehyung-ah, you look uncomfortable in your costume. Yoongi-yah, take Tae to the master bedroom. He looks like he can fit some of my clothes.” He says.
Taehyung looks about ready to protest before someone is gripping his arm and pulling back up the steps and down the hall.
“Okay. Sure hyung.”
It isn’t long before Taehyung is pulled around the corner and through a doorway, the lock clicking shut as naked feet pitter through the space. Yoongi slides open a drawer, before pulling out an oversized shirt and sweats. He hands them to Taehyung before looking as if he is ready to make a hasty retreat.
Nope. Not today Min Yoongi.
Taehyung takes hold of Yoongi’s hand before pulling his small body back around. Their fingers do a little dance, one where the pads of each fingertip presses along one another, as if they’re testing the waters. To see if each of them was okay, with everything that happened the night before.
Taehyung leans in slowly, before pressing a chaste kiss to Yoongi’s lips, the dark witch welcoming him with a sweet purse of his mouth. Taehyung pulls back quickly, wishing that he could drown in the taste of Yoongi for a little bit longer, but knowing that there is still a lot that they have to talk about.
Taehyung looks down at Yoongi, the other’s face so soft and round, so pretty. Taehyung really does want nothing more than to kiss him again, but he wills away the need with much willpower from his end.
“Can we talk?” Taehyung asks quietly, his eyes pleading and hazy from rest. Yoongi takes a moment to think before he nods, the two witches finding a seat on the edge of the bed.
Taehyung changes as he talks. “Do you regret it? What… what happened last night?”
Yoongi looks damn near offended at the insinuation. He shakes his head quickly, his floofy hair swaying as he does so.
“No. I don’t. Why, do you?”
Taehyung gapes. “What? No!”
Yoongi doesn’t look convinced. “Because if you do―”
“No hyung… I’ve liked you for so long and I just… I just didn’t know how to tell you or, if I should tell you at all. Most of the time I came into the shop, it wasn’t because I needed anything. I just… wanted to see you.”
Yoongi actually looks surprised at the admission, his brows raising and his pale cheeks pooling with blood. Taehyung would like this conversation to get a move on so that he could kiss Yoongi all day long.
“I… hmph.” Yoongi huffs with squeezed lips, as if he doesn’t really know what to say.
Yoongi frowns. “You should have told me. Why didn’t you tell me? ‘Could have saved us a lot of stupid shit from happening. Do you know how much money I lost by giving you things for free? Namjoon almost killed me, and Joon never gets mad.”
Taehyung blinks, his jaw slowly dropping as he starts to realize exactly what Yoongi is saying.
“Are you? Did you? Give me free things so that I would like you?”
Yoongi snarls, his nose crinkling as he does so. Taehyung should be terrified right about now, but the truth is, he’s not. Not in the least bit.
Yoongi is so beautiful.
And the fact that his way of flirting consisted of giving away free inventory when he really wasn’t supposed to, only adds to the witch’s charms.
“And you wouldn’t get the fucking hint. I gave you serpent’s venom for free. For free. Do you understand the debt I might as well have put us in? All because you couldn’t take the fucking hint?"
Yoong isn't actually mad, Taehyung realizes that now. Every preconceived notion of Yoongi has long since slipped away, replaced by the new memories of chaste kisses and soft touches. Taehyung really cares for Yoongi, and the fact that the other witch feels the same, only empowers his love even more.
"That... that is so cute. Oh my gods."
Yoongi gives him a half-hearted slap in the arm. "It is not cute. It's tragic. That's what it is."
Taehyung giggles loudly, no longer afraid to make his snort known. Taehyung laughs so hard that his sides begin to cramp, and his laugh grows longer and louder when he sees that Yoongi is smiling alongside him.
Once the witch's laughter has died down, Taehyung notices a faint touch of something against his hand. He looks down to find that Yoongi pinky has wrapped around his own, their fingers curling and sliding until both witch's sit there, hand in hand.
Taehyung lifts their palms, so that he can give Yoongi's knuckles a fleeting kiss. Yoongi shudders at the touch.
"I have a lot happening right now Taehyung. The Counsel needs me, and the shop, the shop needs me too. I have a lot happening in my life right now."
Taehyung nods, very aware of the fact that his hyung is going through a lot. Yoongi is known all throughout the land as someone to be fearful of, as his magic knows no bounds, nor any depths. He is also extremely intelligent when it comes to alchemy and medicine, so it is no wonder that the counsel continues to sought after him.
But little does everyone know, that Yoongi can be shy and loving. Yoongi is kind and graceful, and is always willing to lend a helping hand to those in need. So many people in their town have the wrong idea about him.
And Taehyung wishes that his words were enough to change their minds.
But Taehyung is not selfish. He is grateful of every second that he gets to spend with Yoongi, and he wants the other witch to know that.
"I won't get in the way of that. I know how important you are to everyone, and I don't want to be a distraction."
Yoongi smacks his lips, eyeing Taehyung with a look that means to scold him.
"You're not a distraction Taehyung. Don't twist my words. I just... I don't want you to think that I'm ignoring you, or that I don't have enough time for you. I'll make as much time for you as I can but... I can't make any promises."
Yoongi looks as if his own words hurt him deeply, the downcast look of his eyes is enough to tell, but Taehyung is not as naive as everyone thinks he is. He is aware of what he is getting himself into, and to him, everything is worth it.
"I know. I get it. I want to be with you. I don't care about anything else."
Yoongi's eyes widen at the sudden boldness that Taehyung emits, but it is welcome. More than welcome, as Yoongi cups the younger witch's cheeks, so that he can bring him in for a deep, fierce kiss. Taehyung has clearly been waiting for this moment, as his lips part almost immediately, the kiss deepening into something that still isn't satiable enough.
Taehyung doesn't think he'll ever get tired of kissing Yoongi.
Upon their last kiss, Yoongi rests their foreheads together, his skin warm and flushed from an endless amount of kissing. Taehyung's smile can not be contained, as he looks at Yoongi's flustered appearance through his lashes.
Taehyung inhales a deep breath.
"I just want to be with you."
"And I want to be with you too."
It is a promise of sorts, that no matter what happens, they will do everything that they can to make this work, magic and all. So they do.
They make it work.
Yoongi has become so soft, whenever Taehyung is around.
Perhaps, he didn't become soft, perhaps he had always been soft, it's just that Taehyung brings it out in him more often.
Yoongi isn't the only one undergoing change. Taehyung has not only become more outspoken and confident in his magic abilities, but his heart has become so weak, whenever he is in the presence of his dark and brooding boyfriend.
Boyfriend. Good gods.
The bullying doesn't necessarily stop when everyone finds out that Taehyung and Yoongi are dating. It just becomes more subtle. More secretive. Hastily hushed insults or slow but steady gossip that spreads throughout the town. Everyone believes it to be blasphemous, their relationship. As the magic of Light and Dark is never meant to blend. It wasn't made to blend, but in all honest, Taehyung couldn't care less.
Because Yoongi makes Taehyung so happy. So much happier than he has been for quite some time.
The tutoring sessions continue on. Studies of alchemy, charms, potions and medicines. They read through it all, and Taehyung's marks have become so much better because of Yoongi's help. When Taehyung gets things right, he is rewarded with a kiss, and so you can bet money that he tries his hardest to ace every single subject that they work on. Taehyung passes Song's class with a B, which is a thrilling victory for everyone involved. Over the break, Taehyung has taken up a job at the magic shop, working alongside Jungkook and Namjoon while Yoongi is away. Despite the fact that Jungkook is quite timid and shy for such a powerful witch, he is kind, and him and Taehyung easily become close friends over the weeks that they share.
Jimin's teasing is relentless of course, as is Seokjin's, but all of their friends are overjoyed that the two witches have finally gotten their shit together. Truly, it was only a matter of time, as it seemed that everyone else knew of the harbored crushing that was going on, from both ends.
The two are sipping hot chocolate one evening, sitting by the hearth and reading through books. Taehyung is studying while Yoongi, is reading from an ancient book of blood spells. Yoongi's hot chocolate has gone cold, as it is far too sweet for him. The dark witch prefers something more bitter, like coffee. Taehyung has just mastered the art of making Yoongi's coffee, just the way that he likes it.
Taehyung looks up from the page of his texts. "Hyung?"
"Hmm?" Yoongi hums.
"Is that one of the books that you use for your blood spells?" He asks, genuinely curious.
Yoongi chuckles, their hands slowly entwining. Yoongi's rings are cold on the knobs of his fingers, but the jewelry does nothing to dull the warmth that Taehyung feels whenever they hold hands.
"Is this your way of procrastinating so that you don't have to study? Sparkle?" Yoongi asks. Taehyung pouts, his cheeks burning bright at the nickname that he has come to adore.
"No. I want to know."
Yoongi snorts before nodding. "Yes, it is."
"Oh." Taehyung's lips purse as he looks back down at his own book, the knowledge he once gained now spilling from his brain. Studying is really hard to do when your hearts not in it.
"You know, I saw you one night."
Yoongi's eyes are once again trained on the pages of his book, but a single brow raises as he thinks over what Taehyung had just said.
Taehyung nods. "Yeah. I came by one night, honestly, just to see you, but there was blood on the floor and, your eyes. Your eyes were white, kinda like how they looked at the party when those guys were being assholes. It was windy and... dark. I didn't know what to do so I just... I left."
Yoongi gives a deep sigh before closing his book. He looks up at Taehyung with furrowed brows, a look that the light witch can't decipher in this moment.
"You must have been scared of me, weren't you."
It's not a question. Yoongi knows that Taehyung had been scared, if he saw him the night in which he is thinking of. His voice is also sorrowful. Taehyung is immediately regretful.
"U-Uh, hyung I... Yes I was scared but... I'm not scared of you. I just... didn't understand."
Yoongi stays silent, his eyes having fallen to the covers that they wrapped themselves in. Taehyung scoots closer, his grip on the dark witch's hand tightening before he swoops in for a kiss. Yoongi's lips taste faintly of chocolate, even if he only had a sip. Taehyung can also feel the other witch smiling against him, his lips curving as the kiss deepens.
They pull apart, Taehyung cupping Yoongi's cheek as he does so.
"I am not afraid of you. I just want to understand. If dark magic wasn't as important as light, then it wouldn't exist. I want to know what it is."
Yoongi's breath fans against Taehyung's lips as he leans into to kiss him again and again and again. They kiss most of the night away, their lips slotting together in perfect and seamless harmony. Yoongi doesn't need to say anything out loud, for Taehyung to know that he is grateful of the other witch's open-mindedness.
If only more people were quicker to learn, rather than judge.
A woman comes into the shop while Yoongi is away on business.
She is shaken and frail, and she looks deathly afraid, as if she is being followed or chased. The paranoia she exudes is enough to make Taehyung worried and frightful, but he handles her service anyway.
"Hello, welcome to Min's Magik and Crafts. Can I help you?"
The woman nods. "I am looking for Min Yoongi. Is he here? I've been told that he is the only witch that can help me."
Taehyung swallows thickly with a shake of his head.
"I am sorry Miss, but hyung is away. Can I tell him you stopped by? May I have your name?"
"No." The woman bites, trembling where she stands. The sharpness in her voice is enough to alert Namjoon, who had been organizing the shelves in the back.
"Miss, Yoongi is out at the moment, but if you can give us your name, we will―"
"I said no." She grits, wrapping her cloak around her tighter, her knuckles burning white. Taehyung is afraid, and he only wishes that Yoongi were here because right now, this woman looks as if she might have a breakdown in the store. Thankfully, these hours are typically not their busiest.
"He is expecting me. I know he is, he knows that I would come."
Namjoon looks like he is at a loss. He moves for the phone when suddenly, the door slams open, the chimes jingling along with it.
Yoongi bursts into the shop.
"Namjoon-ah, cancel any other appointments that I have for the day. Tae-ah, Jungkook-ah, close up the shop for me." Yoongi orders, leading the woman away with a calm hand barely touching her back. He takes the woman through a doorway that leads to the rooms upstairs.
Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook, all exchange worried looks as they do what they were told.
The woman's name is Taeyeon.
Taeyeon is cursed with the inability to have children.
Her story is grim. It nearly drives Taehyung to tears when Yoongi tells him of it, but even so, there are so many other emotions that are brought along with it.
Taeyeon was married to a powerful warlock, one that had started to abuse her the moment he found out that she was unable to bear children. Despite not being able to give the one thing that had caused her so much pain, she also wanted a child, more than anything in this whole world.
Taeyeon managed to escape her abusive marriage, but found that she was still lost without a baby of her own. She had tried everything, hearth magic, prayer spells, potions and hexes, but nothing worked. Only one option remained.
And Yoongi was the only witch that could help her. Yoongi is the only witch strong enough to cast such a demanding spell. Still, it wouldn't just be his work alone. A spell like this takes a lot of blood, pain, and sacrifice from Taeyeon's end.
And that, is where Taehyung becomes conflicted.
Taehyung has had to suffer through the sounds of Taeyeon's screams, when it was late, and he had to close up shop alone. Every night that she goes to her bed, the bed that Yoongi has allowed her to have for free, she looks even more fragile than the day she had arrived. She is constantly sick and drowsy, falling in an out of consciousness at the most random times of day. Taehyung doesn't even know the woman personally, and still, his heart aches for her.
What is Yoongi doing to her?
"Hyung." Taehyung comes into the shop one day, one of the days in which he is off. This is usually also the day that he and Yoongi would spend together. Maybe grab lunch or just take a nap. To simply be with Yoongi is a joy of Taehyung's, but today, he has a lot on his mind, and today, the witch can remain silent no longer.
Yoongi looks up from the counter, his head having been rested in his hand, as he dozed off. Taeyeon's case has been wearing him out too, but in a much easier and less violent way.
"Tae-ah? You're here early. I thought we would eat later."
Taehyung's jaw clenches, and Yoongi notices the immediate shift in atmosphere.
"It's about... something else..." Taehyung says quietly before throwing a quick look to Namjoon (who pretends that he clearly isn't listening). He hopes that Yoongi takes the hint, that he wants to have this conversation in private.
Yoongi leads him Taehyung to his room, a place in which he had been in many times. The same room in which they sleep in and kiss. Make love. However, now, there is a different undertone to the setting, and Taehyung doesn't know how to feel about it.
"What's wrong with you? You seem upset." Yoongi asks, turning on him with crossed arms.
"That's because... I am." Taehyung expresses, not used to such bass in his own voice. He doesn't know where it's coming from, as Yoongi has been trying his best to educate him on the uses of blood magic, but torture was not in the description of said magic.
"Why?" Yoongi asks, confused and almost sounding irritable. The witch has bags under his eyes. He looks like he hasn't seen a pillow in days, and Taehyung would like to sympathize with him, but Taeyeon's pain is much, much worse.
"Taeyeon. What's going on with her?"
Yoongi's eyes squint before he scoffs at Taehyung, the light witch becoming agitated by the sound of dismissal.
"Seriously Taehyung? That's what you're upset about?"
Taehyung's teeth clench. "Yes. That is exactly what I am upset about. You're hurting her."
"I'm helping her."
Yoongi's voice gets tighter and tighter, his anger beginning to come alive. Taehyung's eyes burn.
"That's not what it looks like to me. Every day she's either throwing up or weeping because she is in so much pain. You are no better than her husband!"
It strikes a nerve, Taehyung's words. Hot and scorching, like a cast iron to cold skin. Yoongi's face immediately falls, the look of ire in his eyes wavering, as if he might cry.
This is their first fight.
Call Taehyung selfish, but he needs answers for his own peace of mind. Taehyung couldn't stand the thought of knowing that his boyfriend, the man that he loves, could cause such harm to a single person. It only makes him question, whether or not the people in their town have a good reason to be afraid of him.
"Don't speak on things you know nothing about." Yoongi grits as he turns away, his shoulders trembling slightly. Perhaps Taehyung has crossed a line, but he is deeply hurt by seeing another person in so much pain, the pain that Yoongi has caused. He still may not know Taeyeon well, but a blessing and a curse of light magic, is the immense connection of empathy.
And Taehyung doesn't know what to believe anymore.
"I... I should go..."
Yoongi snorts, bitter, as he wipes at his nose.
"Yeah. I think you should."
Taehyung huffs as he stomps away, out of the shop, as he ignores Namjoon calling out to him. He feels as if he has made a terrible mistake, his heart clenching harder and tighter in his chest, with every step that he takes away from the shop.
Away from Yoongi.
What has he done?
come to min's
its not a trick
she asked to see you
Taehyung hasn't seen or talked to Yoongi in a few days.
He would like to lie to himself, and say that it's because he wanted to give the dark witch space, but that is far from the truth.
Taehyung just doesn't know if he can show his face there again, after how he treated Yoongi.
He is still mad at his boyfriend for how he reacted to his feelings. He doesn't even know if they're boyfriends anymore, after what Taehyung had accused him of, but granted, Taehyung came on too strong because of the drive of his emotions, and he shouldn't have spoken to Yoongi that way.
Taehyung regrets that he hurt Yoongi.
A closed sign hangs in the front window of the shop, but Taehyung tries the door to find that it is unlocked.
No one is on the main floor, but the sounds of muffled voices seem to be coming from upstairs. Taehyung follows them until he is met with a door to one of the rooms at the end of the hall.
What greets him beyond it, is something magnificent.
Taeyeon looks healthy. Radiant, her skin glowing as she sits at the edge of the bed in a pretty green dress, a hand on her clearly swollen belly. Everyone is there, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin...
All of them coo (except Yoongi of course), placing gentle hands upon the baby bump, hoping for movement and squealing with joy when it comes.
Taeyeon looks up upon the creak of the door, the other's following her eyes with various looks of shock and surprise.
"Tae-ah! I am so happy that you are here. Come, feel the baby kick."
Taehyung finds that he is drawn forward, almost like a person from the dead, his mouth agape and his eyes blank. He hesitates before Taeyeon reaches out for his hand, placing his palm on her stomach.
He feels the baby move.
It is as if all of Taehyung's gloominess and melancholic behavior is cleansed away, rinsed by the very joy and love that Taeyeon exudes.
All because she is so, very happy.
And Yoongi is part of the reason for her happiness.
And suddenly, Taehyung feels stupid. So fucking stupid. For how he had treated Yoongi without knowing the full story. He had spoken so horribly to Yoongi, all because of his ignorance and refusal to understand.
He was no better than the bullies that tormented him.
"Noona... I..." Taehyung's eyes begin to well with tears, a few of them spilling over and staining his cheeks. Most of them think he has been moved by news of the child, but Jimin knows him better than that.
As does Yoongi.
"Congratulations noona, but I must go."
Taehyung runs away, ignoring the worried voices that shout his name. He does his best to drown them out, his stomach turning and his heart breaking as he runs from his problems, instead of facing them like he should.
If he had paid enough attention, he would have noticed that the main person calling for him, was Yoongi.
There is this... thing, that witches do.
It is a tradition of sorts, one where gifts are repeatedly given to those that said witch has done wrong.
So Taehyung has been very busy these past few days.
Aside from spending countless hours in the grand library, brushing up on everything that there is to know about dark and blood magic, Taehyung has been collecting tons of goods for the harvest, placing them in neatly designed and colorfully painted baskets that he makes himself. Every day for the past week and a half, Taehyung has left a basket of goods upon Yoongi's doorstep, too afraid to show his face, but hoping that his actions speak loud enough of his apology.
It is one day, however, that Yoongi catches him in the act.
Just as Taehyung is placing the basket down on Yoongi's front stoop, in a very ding-dong-ditch way mind you, the door swings open to reveal Yoongi, clad in nothing but pajamas with skull-print all over him, and a cup of coffee in hand.
"Uhm... hi hyung."
Yoongi's eyes are swollen from sleep, his cheeks puffy and colored red. He looks so cute, and Taehyung wants nothing more than to kiss him, but frankly, he doesn't even know if they're still together or not, so that would be highly inappropriate if, come to find out, they weren't.
Taehyung hopes that this is not the case.
Yoongi doesn't say anything, he just stares at Taehyung with murderous intent.
Taehyung gulps, trying a different approach.
"Did... Did you know that in dark magic, a hex is actually not a negative connotation like most people might think it is? Hexing in dark magic is actually a good thing! It can make people's wishes come true... like... like Taeyeon's..."
Yoongi raises a single brow, clearly not impressed, but intrigued.
"Yes, actually, I do know that since, I am a dark witch. How do you know that?"
Taehyung scratches the back of his neck, his voice quivering as if he might break down into tears at any second.
"I know this because... because I studied everything that there is to know about dark magic... because I.... because I love you, and I fucked up. I fucked up so bad hyung. I judged you, just like everyone else judges me, and I did it because I was scared. I was scared that you might have been hurting people with your magic, but instead of asking you for answers first, I got angry at you, and said horrible things to you. You... You are nothing like Taeyeon's husband. You are kind, and thoughtful and so, so beautiful... and I love you. I am sorry for what I did and I love you... Do you think... can you forgive me?"
Yoongi's sullen expression has diluted overtime, his lips curving down and his eyes growing wide. What Taehyung didn't notice, is that Yoongi had started crying, his cheeks giving birth to an even brighter, more vibrant shade of rose.
Yoongi drops his coffee as he runs into Taehyung's arms, sobbing quietly into his chest. His shoulders tremble as he wraps his arms around the taller witch's neck, his breathing withered as he speaks.
"I... I love you too... you big fucking dork." He cries, pulling away just enough to lock their lips into a tearful, wet kiss. Taehyung kisses him back full force, his heart alight with love, and his soul finally intact.
Min Yoongi loves him back.
Taeyeon gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, whom she names Yuna, a name she had picked out when her journey first began.
Yoongi allows her all of the time that she needs to heal, before she leaves in search of a new home for her and her baby.
Taehyung has never been happier.
Just like Yoongi's magic, the witch's love knows no bounds. His kisses are as sweet as peppermint, and his touches are as soft as satin.
Taehyung loves him with all of his might.
And Yoongi loves him too. He may not be well versed with his words, but Yoongi shows his love through how he treats Taehyung and cares for him. If you had asked Taehyung long ago, if he thought his pain and strife would come to an end, he wouldn't know what to tell you.
But now, with Yoongi by his side, no magic can compare to the power of the love that they have for one another.
The two witches often sit by the fire, Taehyung with his cup of hot cocoa, and Yoongi with his coffee. They kiss and they touch, and they love like the day is long.
"Hyung," Taehyung says one night, "I've told you before, that I've loved you since the day I walked into your shop, but tell me, when did you start loving me?"
Yoongi thinks for a few seconds, before surprising Taehyung with a sweet and loving kiss.
"It must have been the same day, as I've loved you, since the moment you walked into my shop."