Summary: The Love Magnet is not a strip club- no, it isn’t a sex toy shop either! It’s a place to find love and… No, I’m not just saying that because I met Jimin- stop! I don’t know if Tae’s dick is big!
Alternatively; The Love Magnet holds all of your dreams as a kid, dreams of magic and an escape from the world. You never would have imagined to find yourself a lover, but it seems that the Love Magnet really is just that; magical.
Genre | AU: Fluff, romance, slow burn, smut, crack-ish | Magic!AU, CEO!AU
Warning(s): NSFW!! 18+ Cunnilingus, some magic fun, fingering, masturbation, public sex, sexting, explicit sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, overstimulation
a/n: I just could not stop myself from writing smut in this one, I just couldn’t you guys. ALSO!! Big thanks to @jihiri for not only editing this monstrous fic, but also giving me lots and lots of ideas (for this fic and goddamn spin-offs)!! <3 <3 <3
You swear this building has never been here before. Years of walking past this area, you’re pretty sure you’d notice a building painted in red hues. It’s unmistakable, what with the afternoon sun highlighting the place. The sign reading “Love Magnet” tells you that this is a stripper club. If not, then it’s definitely a sex toy shop. You wish you had brought that neon green dildo Jeongguk gave you as a gift for Christmas - maybe you could have returned it. Or sold it. You aren’t picky, you just want it away from prying eyes. The colour makes you want to puke.
Walking into the building, maybe against your better judgement, you realize that the Love Magnet could also be a shop that simply went full out for Valentine’s Day. Three months early, when every shop in premise is already putting out Christmas decorations. You pray that this was the case. You do need a job after all.
Your last job had not worked well in your favour. One of your coworkers had sex with the boss to up her status and pay in the company, how cliché. The boss even ended up giving her a raise just to fuck her more, a raise that you rightfully deserved. Jeongguk agreed, huffing a “I’m ready to beat him the fuck up, Y/N! Just tell me when.”
You carefully had to tell him that there were laws that would go against him in court. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you’ll get sued and go to jail.”
He simply replied with a “I’m stronger than any law,” and a flex of his bicep to prove his point.
You hate Jeongguk with a passion. His antics have never changed since high school, and you wonder why and how you’ve remained friends with a guy that flexes so much. You swear to never tell him this, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You enter the shop slowly, ready to run had there been any sign of naked people or sex toys. Having seen none, you enter the Love Magnet fully. The temperature rises ever so slightly, and it’s with surprise that you hear a low buzzing that masks the otherwise silent building. It’s the tell-tale sound of magic being used, an odd noise that no one knew the answer to, despite magickind insisting that magic needed to release energy, which takes the form of both sound and heat.
A childlike glee runs up your spine. You’ve never been fully immersed in a place literally buzzing with magic. You blame the government, even if it were for the safety of society. The education system split up the schooling of magickind and humankind. Having a non-magic user suddenly be bombarded with the strength of magic never seemed like a smart idea, especially since every magic user has a magical aura of some kind. You’re not too knowledgeable in the topic though, your teachers have only spoken of it sparingly.
Never having step foot into a magic shop before, you allow yourself to marvel at the store’s contents. At first it seems just like any other store, but the Love Magnet has a distinguishable haze to it; the haze that magic brings to those not familiar, the unmistakable wave of magic curling in between the aisles. The magic that lingers in the air holds comfort. It feels like home, but magic could never replicate human emotion fully. The store still holds a level of oddity - you suppose it’s merely because you’ve never been exposed to a large concentration of magic.
Rows of shelves distinguish different sections of products, its shelves strewn with potions. Most potions advertise for an enhancement of beauty and luck of some sort. You stumble across a product with a “70% hit rate” blinking at you from the potion’s labelling. Literally. It flashes several different colours.
People of all sorts of bloodlines live in the North. Something about the cold weather bringing the potency of potions higher than anyone could have ever expected, so the influx of magickind in these parts is not surprising.
Though you wonder if magic is capable of hiding the construction of a building, you’re pretty sure it can. Maybe your observational prowess has failed you because swear to God the Love Magnet was not on this street before.
“Shit!” Swearing furiously under your breath, you nearly stumble over a lone cauldron. It’s odd that the company placed a cauldron in the middle of a shop. You have a sneaking suspicion that no matter where this cauldron is placed, it’ll move as it wishes. Staring at the cauldron as it sways slightly - was it doing that before? - you nearly scream when a sign zooms in front of you, almost hitting you in the face before stopping abruptly. You take a few steps back as it levitates above the cauldron.
LOVE POTIONS AVAILABLE
Ask assistant clerk for details
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