>>>> When Minho is accidentally turned into a cat by his warlock roommate, he ends up in the home of a veterinarian student.
>>>> For as long as Y/n could remember, she's been unable to speak. But things are changing and she's forced to enlist a local warlock and his coven for help.
an “Enchanted To Meet You” anniversary mini-special
“Alright, this is the last box,” Minho announced as he came through the door, kicking it shut behind him.
You looked up, unable to keep from smiling as he plopped the box labeled ‘useless kitchen stuff’ next to the couch. “We’ve officially moved, then. Now we just have to move in.” You pretended to turn back to the box you were unpacking, keeping an eye on the man out of your peripheral.
Without fail, he sauntered over, settling down next to you on the floor gracefully. “What’s the difference?”
“Moving is putting everything you own into a box and relocating them,” you reached into the box, pulling out a hardcover book. “Moving in is unpacking that box and then carefully putting those things in a new place,” you handed him the book and watched as he slid it onto the bookshelf you had been reshelving. “And then, rearranging them over and over until it finally feels like home.” You leaned over him, taking the same book and placing it onto a higher shelf.
“Well,” you felt his hands suddenly settle on your waist, gently pulling you closer until you were settled on his lap. “I didn’t realize that my jagi was so wise.”
You rolled your eyes, but wrapped your arms around his neck. “You say that like I’m a dummy or something.”
Min chuckled, his thumb finding an exposed sliver of skin between your shirt and jeans. You felt him begin to slowly rub it up and down, almost distracting you from his next words. “Not a dummy,” he quietly disputed, leaning in and nosing along your exposed neck. You felt, rather than heard, his words. “Just distracted by other things at times.”
You giggled, tilting your head back on almost instinct as he placed little kisses along your skin. “That’s an awfully nice way to put i-”
Mew.
Minho pulled back, furrowing his brow as he looked at you, “did you hear that?”
You frowned, gingerly placing a hand to your chest. “I-I did.. I think it came from-”
Mew.
You both stared at each other, confused before you felt another hiccup bubbling up. Instead of the typical ‘hic!’ you were used to, you watched as your boyfriend’s eyes widened as a crystal clear ‘meow’ came forth instead.
The apartment was silent for a moment.
“Why am I meowing?” You asked, not really expecting the warlock in front of you to have an answer.
“Oh jagi,” Minho sighed, his hand moving to cradle your cheek. “It’s probably a side effect from the curse.”
“You don’t meow!” You cried, shoulders jumping as you let out another mew.
“I also haven’t had the hiccups yet, so I might,” Minho soothed you, brushing his thumb across the top of your cheek. “I can ask the rest of the coven to look into getting rid of it, if you’d like.”
You raised an eyebrow, recognizing his tone. “But?” You prompted.
Minho smiled at you, bright like the sun rising in your own living room. “But,” he continued, leaning up and gently kissing your other cheek. “It’s very cute.”
“Cute enough we just leave it?”
Min shrugged, trailing his hand slowly down your neck and over your arm. “We could.” He suggested.
You groaned, knowing you were powerless in the face of this man. “Only on the condition we never tell Seungmin.”
Minho laughed, his hand now settling on yours where it rested on his chest. “Just Seungmin?”
You rolled your eyes, feeling his fingers thread through yours, “he would never let me live it down.”
“So what, you’ll just never hiccup in front of him ever again?”
“Exactly,” you nodded. “It’ll just stay our little secret.”
“Hmm… I like that.” Minho whispered. “Our little secret.”
“At least for a little bit,” you whispered back before leaning down, gently placing your lips against his.
“I’ll take your secret to the grave,” Minho swore and you giggled, unable to take him seriously.
Right as you were about to suggest you both get back to unpacking, another sudden ‘meow’ replaced your words. You groaned, resting your head against Minho’s shoulder. “I hope I never get the hiccups at work, then.”
“If you do, you have to record it for me.”
You sighed, imagining the rows and rows of cats in the veterinarian office suddenly being offended at your pronunciation and the absolute giggles Minho would let out as he watched the playback.
“Whatever you want, Min.”
a/n: It's the one year anniversary of starting Enchanted to Meet You and I wanted to celebrate it in a small, cutesy way by writing a cute little blurb of Minho and his Jagi.
I'm also hoping this will help me get back into a writing groove as well so please keep an eye out for more You Had Me at Hello chapters as well as my other little text fics!
a/n: technically Jisung was next but I hate his and I keep rewriting it and still hate it and he's holding up the fucking series (lovingly) so we'll come back to him 👀
You were vaguely aware of someone worriedly calling your name. But the inky blackness you found yourself in was too much, dragging you further down.
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You were suddenly sitting at the party, happily scratching an orange cat behind the ear as your friends talked around you when the door opened. You watched as the door opened and a dark haired man came in, a slight scowl on his face. Oh uh the guy who just came in looks upset? You texted, watching as Jisung read it from across the room where he sat with one of the hosts.
Oh that’s Chan! He texted back, He’s head of their coven. C’mon, I’ll introduce you.
Coven? You felt a slight shudder run down your spine as you read the words. You felt yourself go on autopilot as you responded to a few more texts while your father’s demands sat heavily in your mind.
“Y/n, promise me you will not get involved with any covens or magic users. I can’t bear the thought of anything else happening to you.”
You resolved to keep your distance and politely find a way to leave when the door opened once more, two more men walking in, one slightly taller than the other. You stared at the taller one, hit with an overbearing sense of deja vu.
“Hyunjin!” Someone called from the kitchen out of your view and the taller man looked up, grinning widely as he walked over, disappearing behind the wall.
You couldn’t get out of the party fast enough once you realized, ducking out before Hyunjin could come back and recognize the girl he had cursed years before.
Now you were sitting in your quiet apartment almost a week later, phone held tightly in one of your hands as you guiltily manipulated Jisung into giving you Hyunjin’s number. The other held a tissue to your mouth, catching every cough as you fought to breathe.
Your father couldn’t tell you why you were sick. Doctor’s couldn’t tell you why you were sick. No one could tell you why but you knew it had to do with that afternoon years before. You could talk just fine before then. You could breathe as easily as the next kid before.
You took a shaky deep breath, finally feeling the medicine you had taken earlier kicking in and giving your lungs a break. You were thankful as gulped down air, but the fear that one day the meds would stop working never left your mind.
You threw down the soiled tissue and opened a new chat, steeling your nerves. It was now or never.
Is this Hwang Hyunjin?
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“What… do?”
The same familiar voice broke through as you felt yourself fall into darkness again, leaving the memory behind.
You tried to clasp onto it, to bring yourself out of the gloom, but your arms felt so heavy, weighed down by your side as you sank into the shadows again.
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“Hyunjin!” You jumped up and down, excitedly waving your hands above your head as you spotted your neighbor leaving his house.
Hyunjin grinned, lightly running across your yards to meet you.
Oh no, you thought, realizing you knew what this was. What this memory was of.
You felt your five year old body practically quiver with excitement as you both rapidly tossed out suggestions on how to spend your day, ripe with the possibilities that only summer could bring.
“Let’s start at the park!”
You both dashed off, full of energy as you ran for the swings at the end of the block.
Even now, you’re not sure how you two began to fight. The time full of giggles and tag melted together until you were both standing upright in the sandbox, red in the face. You said something, stomping a foot to make a point.
“You’re so stupid!” Hyunjin shouted back, folding his arms over his chest.
You gaped, tears suddenly gathering in your eyes as your best friend insulted you. “You’re such a jerk!” Without thinking, you pushed your hands into his chest, pushing him back a step.
He stumbled, sinking into the sand before looking at you, his own hurt evident in his face. “I don’t want to be friends anymore!”
You both froze, the words hanging heavily in the air before you burst into tears. You began to bawl loudly, plopping yourself down unceremoniously in the sand raising your hands to catch your tears.
Hyunjin immediately sat on his knees next to you, his hands hovering as he worried on how to console you. “Hey, Y/n, c’mon,” He tried, hardly about to hear himself over your cries. “I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry.”
You shook your head, pulling your knees to your chest. “Y-you hate me!”
“No, I-” Hyunjin started before you let out a wail, slapping his hand away.
“Go away!”
“Will you just-”
“I hate you!”
Hyunjin grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your face as he spat, “Will you just shut up!”
Immediately, your cries ceased and Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief, staring down at your hands in his grasp. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, okay?” He looked up to your wet eyes, tears still trailing down your cheeks. “We’re still best friends, I promise.”
He waited for you to reply, and when you didn’t he swallowed harshly. “We’re friends forever… right?” He nervously asked, searching your face for an affirmation.
You ripped your hand from his, placing it on your throat. He watched as you opened your mouth, trying to speak but nothing came out. You tried again, not even a whimper or a wheeze escaping before you began to cry again.
Hyunjin watched the tears silently run down your face, before jumping up. He took off towards your homes, spraying sand as he ran, loudly yelling for his parents’ help.
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It wasn't a voice that rose out of the black this time but a beeping.
A really annoying beeping, you thought, fighting to open your eyes. Your body felt so tired and heavy, and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you knew you wouldn't be able to as long as the beeps continued.
Your eyes opened slowly, wincing at the harsh overhead light as you did. You raised a hand to block the light, but a sharp pain in your arm stopped you. Confused, you looked down, seeing an IV hooked to you.
A sudden snore made you jump, taking your attention to the side of your bed where you realized Jisung and Felix sat. They were pretzeled into chairs, though Felix had a leg hanging over an arm and Jisung's head pillowed onto the other boy's shoulder.
You raised a hand, about to reach over and wake one of them-
"I'd let them sleep."
You looked up at, realizing there was a third person sitting in the corner, almost blending in seamlessly into the shadows. You frowned, before you realized you recognized the split black and white hair.
Hongjoong? You wanted to sign, but the needle in your arm kept you silent.
He grinned, standing up and walking next to your bed, plopping himself down by your feet.
"Hey, Y/n. We should probably talk about your curse, don't you think?"
a/n: hi yeah sorry for the impromptu hiatus. Sometimes it be your own brain, you know? but rereading all the nice comments, reblogs, and messages definitely helps me fight the impostor syndrome. So thank you if you've ever left me a nice note, I really appreciate it 🥹
Hyunjin led you up the steps to the most daunting building you've ever seen, all pillars and white marble statues.
You stopped next to one of a horse, reaching your hand out to touch it, curious if the marble felt as soft as it looked under your fingertips.
"Don't touch," Hyunjin grabbed your hand, pulling you away. "Those are guardians. They shouldn't have an issue with you, but let's not test that."
He led you away from the front to a surprisingly unassuming front entrance, maned by a single person.
You didn't realize Hyunjin was still holding your hand until he dropped it, holding his license up to the man. "Hwang Hyunjin, warlock, with one guest."
The man looked at his license, then at you, before nodding and opening the door.
"Ladies first," Hyunjin said, ushering you through the door.
You realized the outside had nothing on the inside of the Midnight Library. The lobby was open and bright, the first floor full of mahogany tables and desks. The bookshelves surrounded the lobby, spiraling around it higher and higher. You tilted your head back, guessing it must go as high as four or five stories up before a skylight stopped it.
"Here," Hyunjin cut through your thoughts. "Sit down here and I'll be right back." He directed you to an empty table, placing his backpack in the seat next to you. "Don't talk to anyone, okay?"
You folded your arms and leaned back in the seat, raising an eyebrow at him.
Hyunjin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know what I mean. I'm gonna go look for this book. Don't go wondering. If you get into trouble, it'll be on me."
You roll your eyes, but scoot your chair up to the table, resting your hand in your chin. After a second, you realize he's still there, staring at you. You wave your hand at him, annoyed. Go.
Hyunjin seemed to hesitate before he left, disappearing into the bookshelves.
After a minute of waiting, you were already bored. You looked around, tempted to get up and see what else is in the library but dutifully kept yourself to your seat.
The chair in front of you was suddenly being pulled out, making you jump.
You turned, annoyed and expecting to see Hyunjin, ready to read him to filth in sign language, but a man you've never seen before with half black and half white hair was sitting in front of you.
"You have a pretty nasty curse on you." The man stated, tilting his head a little as you made eye contact.
You frowned, starting to slide your chair back to leave.
"Don't you want to know how to break it?"
You stopped moving, looking back up at him.
He grinned, leaning back in his seat, "I'm not gonna tell you for free, of course." You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you let an apparent grifter bother you. "But I will give you some advice; you can't break a curse you were born with treating it the way you are now."
You huffed, annoyed. You obviously don't know what you're talking about. You signed at him, uncaring if he could understand as you moved your hands angrily. I wasn't born with this curse so try and sell whatever your selling to some other sucker.
His grin widened before he began to sign back, surprising you. Are you sure about that? He reached into his jacket, pulling out a business card and sliding it against the table towards you. "I'm Hongjoong and my coven specializes in curses. Give me a call if you change your mind."
You slowly took the business card, holding up to read it. It was black and embossed with a gold border that flowed from the bottom corner to spell 'Ateez'.
You frowned, looking up but realized you were sitting by yourself. You looked around but the man- Hongjoong- was nowhere to be seen.
"Good, you didn't run off." Hyunjin huffed from over your head, making you jump a little as he dumped a pile of books onto the table. He pulled out the seat next to you then paused as he took in your face. "Did... something happen? Are you okay?"
You hesitated then shook your head, replacing your phone in your pocket with the business card. You opened your notes app. Nope, everything is fine. What're you trying today?
hi!! was wondering if I could be added to the you had me at hello taglist? I just reread enchanted to meet you for probably the 10th time and started this one and it’s already so good!
You watched Hyunjin approach the table, his pretty (you admit begrudgingly) face screwed up in annoyance.
You felt your stomach clench in anticipation as he took a seat across from you, mentally preparing yourself to slip back into the asshole persona you adopted to speak to him. You really didn’t want to be a jerk to an old childhood friend, but you were afraid that if you approached this kindly, he’d completely ignore you.
And then you’d be mute and sick for the rest of your life.
“Y/n.” Hyunjin practically spat out and you nodded back, signing out his name in return. He raised an eyebrow, looking from your hands to you.
You sighed, annoyed, before pulling out your phone.
You sighed, putting your phone down before looking up at Hyunjin. He still looked annoyed but politely held his hand out to you, patiently waiting. You felt yourself hesitate for a moment before reaching over, sliding your hand against his, gently wrapping your fingers against his warm palm.
“Glad we can reach an agreement,” Hyunjin declared quietly and you looked up, finding his eyes focused on you. You looked away, ignoring the heat suddenly racing up your neck, and instead nodded, pulling your hand back.
Or you tried to.
Hyunjin’s hand held tight to yours.
You looked back at him, brows furrowed in confusion.
“I’m going to try something,” He explained and pulled your appendage a little closer to him. He turned your hand, placing his free hand on top of it, and closed his eyes. You watched, a little apprehensive, as he started to mumble something, too quiet to hear in the slightly bustling cafe.
But then you felt your hand start to grow warm, the two palms on either side of it getting hotter and hotter. You grew tense as you anticipated pain, but it never came. It just felt pleasant.
After what felt like forever, but you knew it was only a minute or so, Hyunjin released you. You pulled your hand back, looking it over for any marks but only spotted your unmarred skin.
“I was hoping this would be easy, but of course not.” Hyunjin sighed, slumping in his chair. You raised your eyebrows at him, silently asking for an explanation. “I was hoping a revealing spell would work, but unfortunately, I think it’s been too long. We were… five, I think?” Hyunjin looked up, thinking. He looked back down at you and you nodded. “I’m surprised your Dad didn't get it reversed right away, though.”
You picked up your phone, opening to your usual notes app.
He tried, you wrote, right after we moved back to his hometown. But the warlock he consulted told him only the person who casted the spell could reverse it. And he didn’t want me going anywhere near you again after that in case you made it worse.
Hyunjin leaned over, reading your message before letting out a loud snort. “Whoever your Dad spoke to was full of shit, Y/n. That’s not how that works at all,” he shook his head. “Do you know how many times I accidentally casted spells while growing up? All the time. And every time either my Mom or Dad would fix it.”
You frowned, looking down at your phone as you took in his words. It was disheartening to think that if maybe your dad didn’t take the advice from the first warlock he consulted at face value, that maybe you’d be normal today.
“Well, I’m going to do some research.” Hyunjin announced, breaking through your thoughts and you looked up to see him getting out of his seat. “I’ll let you know when I think I have something.”
Your frown deepened and Hyunjin sighed a little.
“I promise I’ll work towards finding a solution, okay?” He placed a hand on the table, leaning over to you before raising the pinky on his right hand. “Pinky promise.”
You blinked, surprised, but after a split second, you lifted your own hand, linking your pinky with his. For a moment, you felt five again, making silly promises with your neighbor in the summer sun.
Hyunjin smiled and let go of your hand. “I’ll text you when I have a solution,” he promised. You just nodded and watched as he left the cafe.
You began to gather your own things to leave, sliding your phone into your bag when it started. Your heart began to pound painfully against your ribs and your lungs felt tight, refusing to let any air in.
You fumbled with your bag, blindly reaching for a small plastic bottle, mostly empty except a few small white tablets. After a slight struggle, you get the bottle open and two pills in your palm. Without hesitation, you take them.
To your relief, you feel yourself begin to calm down a minute later, your lungs relaxing enough that you can breathe again.
You notice the barista in the front eyeing you strangely, so you quickly get up, ignoring the weakness in your legs as you do and flee the cafe.
