↠ Covenant ↞ A witch’s familiar is their life partner, their protector, their shadow in the night. You don’t choose them; they choose you if they deem you worthy. So why, oh why, did you have to get picked by Hell’s most exasperating hound?
Warnings/Genre/Rating: Hellhound familiar!Jungkook. Witch!Reader. Young college professor!Reader. Supernatural. Slight themes of horror. Mentions of blood & slight gore. Brief mention of drugging (reader gets roofied but it’s not explicit and nothing happens to her) Alcohol use. Jealousy. Marking. Pining. Explicit language. Warlock!Hoseok & Familiar!Yoongi.
Author’s Note: Instead of making this one huge one-shot, the first half of this fic has been chilling in my drafts for months and while I haven’t written anything bts related in a while, I figured that I could at least give you what I do have. So this’ll be a two-parter.~
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A sigh. The sound of bare feet shuffling across the carpet and a heavy weight dropping down onto the other couch cushion. You pretended like you couldn’t hear it, fiddling with the remote control in your hands until the volume on the television was raised. Reruns of some sitcom had been on all day, and you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little invested in the corny storyline.
“I said,” a whine of annoyance was accompanied by a familiar head of wavy dark hair flopping onto your lap. “I’m bored.”
Rolling your eyes, you continued to ignore the gaze that burned a metaphorical hole into your face. The less attention you gave him, the less likely that the little shit would keep bothering you. At least, that’s what you’d learned over the past year he’d been terrorizing you. Though maybe “terrorizing” was the wrong descriptor. Annoying the Hell out of you rolled off the tongue a little better.
“Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.” Each syllable of your name was punctuated by a finger poking into your cheek just hard enough to annoy you, but soft enough not to hurt. “Y/n. Y/n. Y/n.”
“What?” You finally snapped, slapping away his pestering hand with a glare downwards. “What do you want, Jungkook?”
Jungkook sighed in exasperation (as if you were the one bothering him!), twisting around in your lap until the blanket thrown over your legs was more on the floor than the couch. “I’m bored.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose between your fingers in an attempt to control your irritation. “And what do you want me to do about it?”
“Entertain me.” His warm golden eyes scrunched in the corners when he flashed you a toothy smile. He had perfect teeth, if not a little oversized. You’d always thought that they were cute, even though his incisors were so sharply pointed that he could pierce through human bone without even trying.
“Entertain yourself.” Pressing the up button on the remote, the volume on the television increased until Jungkook’s indignant whines were drowned out by the couple on the screen. In a perfect, coincidental fashion, an obviously fake laugh track filled your living room right as you finished grumbling, “fuck off.”
“But I’m your familiar. You’re supposed to take care of me.”
He was pouting now, you could tell without even sparing him a glance. Cheeks all puffed up with air and eyes widened. The brat had used that trick enough on you in the past to know damn well that it worked. How a literal demon from Hell managed to pull off looking so innocent was beyond your comprehension.
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