Begin (You never walk alone)
Begin (”You never walk alone” series) Pair: none yet, later on -> everyone x reader, Poly!Bangtan Spoilers: Spoils the charmed series to an extent. Contains charmed themes. Warning: for now it’s a bit of A/F, mentions of injuries, abandonment and magic resentment. Disclaimer: neither BTS nor charmed belong to me. I change the rules of the charmed world. I completely imagined after the show, nothing relates to the show, but powers and certain important happenings, done by the sisters in the series. Everything else is fiction and complete craze. P.s.>> did not proof read it! sorry
- You grow up without your parents, as they abandoned you at a young age. With only the house, a guardian who occasionally jumps in to help and a club to run in your name. You are way in over your head with 16, with 25 you don’t need anyone but yourself. Well fate has some roommates for you, who throw your everyday life for a loop.
First set, enter Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon. A chef and psychology professor.
There wasn't much to you. Not a fancy story that people would want to read. Abandoned by your parents and left in a way too big house. With the age of sixteen, you had to work the club – also something your parents left you – and try to get a degree. All just to keep yourself above drowning in debts and keep the house. There was a guardian of sorts, who stepped in from time to time. His name was as weird as his appearance. But then again, that maybe was because you were American. And he seemed anything but.
For several years you were left by yourself, with exceptions of him helping out here and there. You weren't so sure where you'd have ended up. If it weren't for the filled fridge and the paid electrical bills. Everything else you worked hard for, especially to keep the club. It affected your social life greatly. Except for one best friend, you didn't have any other. And with the lack of time, neither prom nor any high-school celebrations had been attended. But you didn't mind. After all High-School didn't mean much in the future. Especially as a grown as adult. Even if you had to grow up faster than most.
Real change into your every day life, came with your twenty-fifth birthday. When you'd woken up to the scent of fresh made coffee. Jumping out of your bed, ready to call the cops, on whoever had broken into your house. Though a little wonder wasn't far from your mind. Who in their right mind, broke into someone's house and made them coffee? Throwing on some jeans and a shirt you'd found in a pile of clothes, next to your bed. You'd forgone socks – it was warm summer weather anyway – and took two steps at a time. Resulting in you nearly slipping and hitting your head at the corner of the wall.
You avoided near death and with thundering footsteps, made your quick way to the kitchen. Past the dining room and the adjacent living-room. Separated by an ornate decorated dark wooden door. The kitchen had two doors, one leading outside and into the backyard-/ open garage and one leading to the dining-/living-room. Sliding into the kitchen, you saw two men sitting at the breakfast isle. The coffee machine gurgling as black liquid dropped into the pot underneath. Someone had started the dishwasher – something you'd added to the kitchen, being sick and tired of doing the dishes. While the coffee scent now mixed, with the scent of freshly made pancakes and thick syrup.
“Good morning!” one of the two man said, turning away from the stove with a pan in hand. “Good morning...” you slowly replied. The other man held up his hand in greeting, as his cheeks were stuffed with syrupy pancakes. You lifted your hand in response. Then shook your head. What on earth was going on, with you greeting burglars. “Wait! Why am I greeting some picklocks?!” the two watched you wide eyed. “You have two minutes to explain, why you broke into my house and are making breakfast in my kitchen! Before I call the cops on your asses!” The one who'd had his cheeks stuffed, tried to swallows as quickly as possible. While the full lipped and broad shouldered man put down the pan. “We thought Yongguk-hyung had already told you...” he said.
“Yongguk told me shit...” you replied and leaned with your hip against the breakfast isle. The mentioning of Yongguk made you relax a tiny bit. After all he was your guardian and had watched over you for the last couple of, what now? Almost ten years? He wouldn't endanger you like this. Or so you at least hoped. He was a bit cryptic and weird. “So care to explain?” your eyes were wandering from one guy to the other. Waiting for an explanation of some sort. Stuffed cheeks, was the first to say something. “We're your new roommates. Or well your charges, but it's all a question of semantics right?” it most definitely wasn't. “I don't need roommates, I didn't ask for roommates. And this household? Is free of magic, just so you know.” you ran a hand through your hair. Just then noticing you hadn't brushed it and it probably looked like a nest of some sorts. Kudos to the men, for not having commented on it yet.
“You can finish your breakfast, I'm not an asshole. But after that? You know your way out, same as you came in” the two shared a look and shrugged their shoulders. Before you could even ask what they were being secretive about, blue lights twirled in the air next to you. What you'd forgotten to say, was that your household wasn't quite normal. Your mother had been a charmed witch and your father a white-lighter. Several generations after the original charmed three. Your guardian was also your white-ligher – some sort of guardian angel. And stood now next to you, after the shower of blue orbs vanished into thin air. “No” you spoke, even before he could say anything. “Not like you can say no. You knew a punishment was coming. And as far as punishments go, this one is a pretty nice one.” the punishment he was referring to. Was given to you by a council of magical beings called elders. They watched over the light magic and tried balancing it out with the dark magic that existed. You'd overstepped your purpose, by using magic for your own personal gain. Even though back then it had been necessary to survive.
“What kind of absurd punishment is this? I gave up magic. That ain't enough?” you rose an eyebrow – extra practice for just moments like this. “You know you can't give up your magic. You're the last in your line. Besides the elders decide that you know” Yongguk shrugged his shoulders. “Fuck the elders” you looked pointedly up to the ceiling to say this. It was followed by a “Language” from pan guy and a “I like her” from pancake dude. “These are two of your seven charges. Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon” Yoonguk introduced the two to you. “Seven?!” the hell was wrong with the magic community? Or the elders matter of fact. “There was an incident in South Korea and the seven aren't safe there anymore. They just recently got into their powers, so your task is not just to keep them safe. But help them into their powers” he explained and took a seat next to pancake guy. Thanking pan dude for the cup of coffee, he sat down in front of him. “That's hardly any of my business” you full on pouted. If being firm didn't help, maybe going the all pouty road was gonna help you out. Though you sincerely doubted it.
“(Y/N)... we both know that you can't get out of it, may as well try deal with it” he took a sip of his coffee. Like you were talking about the weather. Not babysitting some young adults and their “powers”. You were mentally waving your days off goodbye. “Not to sound rude, I don't actually care...” you shrugged your shoulders. “But if they have powers, I don't see a necessity for helping them”, “They can't control them, besides... they're special. The kind of special, your ancestors were” the curly haired white-lighter gave you a pointed look over the rim of his coffee cup. “That kind of magic, died with my ancestors. That's what you'd been told and the book of shadows had said. One of the last relics of the charmed once. Aside from the house, the club and the nexus in the cellar. “Well you know how the world is. Changes are necessary to protect the innocent and good in the world. And changes were made” Yoonguk stood up from his chair, having finished his cup of coffee. “Thanks for the coffee. Be nice to them (Y/N)” and gone he was with another shower of blue orbs.
“Welcome to the Halliwell manor, where no more Halliwells live in. And your white-lighter hasn't practiced magic in almost five years” the two gave you a small applause, which made you feel ridiculous. Then again the whole situation was. “How about giving me a small briefing of you guys? You're supposed to live here anyway... Might as well know a bit about you” the guy who'd put down the pan, had poured you a coffee too and held up milk and sugar. You pointed at the milk and shook your head at the sugar. He handed you your finished cup and sat down on the other side of the isle, so you sat in some sort of triangle shape.
“I'm Kim Namjoon, twenty-three years old. I'm a professor for philosophy and astronomy.” you were going to ask what the hell someone with his age, was doing in a professor position but you bit your tongue. “I just came into my powers, accidentally blew up my studio” he said and looked at his hands with a little wonder. Like he still couldn't believe he'd done that. “O....kay....” you nodded your head at him. Then turned to Kim Seokjin. “I am Kim Seokjin, twenty-five years old and a chef. I had my own restaurant, but demons attacked and...” he shrugged with his ridiculously large shoulders. “I have my powers for two years now. I am also half white-lighter.” he explained. “What's your witch power? I mean you're half white-lighter, but you're also half witch probably... I can feel the magic around you” you explained. His cheeks were a little rosy when he looked at his slightly crooked fingers and answered. “Love magic” you were surprised. “Come again?”, “I.... can do things related to love. See love between people, make people feel love for one another, or for me... It's all a little confusing... I haven't fully explored it all” he explained. “In short... you're not half white-lighter and half witch, but half white-lighter and half-cupid”
Things promised to turn interesting with the facts you had as of now. You originally thought only witches, could have white-lighters but apparently, it was some extra-special case. “What about the remaining five?” they shrugged their shoulders, almost in unison. “We don't know. Up until this morning, we didn't even know each other” Namjoon explained and stabbed another piece of pancake onto his fork. “Great...” you didn't ask for their families. Personal information, was asking for a bonding reason. And you wanted them as fast out of your life as they had come in. There was no time to pick up strays and take care of them. Not when you had to run a club and try fit in night classes for your degree. At least post-production, didn't ask for too many office-/lecture hours. “We can pay for rent... and food...” it was a little bit shameful, how you were celebrating those words inside. “I would say, no and don't be silly. But I'd appreciate that...” you valued honesty and that also came with accepting when you needed help. It had taken a lot over the years but, you knew when you were fighting a lost cause. Might as well try and deal with it.
“Of course... We can't just smooch of your money...” Seokjin added on and leaned forward a little, smiling with his full lips and squishy cheeks. They were god damn attractive those boys. You decided you'd let them stay with you. Not like you had much choice in that matter. After all the elders apparently had already decided on what you had to do. Secretly you wished one of them would appear. Just so you could smack them really hard, or hex them. Very unlikely that any of them could be hexed or smacked. It was a nice thought though, that made you smile. Namjoon next to you reached out for more syrup, god knows how much he had already on his pancakes. The back of his hand hit the cup next to him and both fell off the isle. You couldn't help but reach out with both hands. Magic was strictly something you didn't practice. But sometimes it just happened. A habit one could call it. Time around the cup froze and the liquid as well as the cup froze mid air. Both young men gasping in awe and Namjoon following it up with dozens of apologies.
You just waved him off. “Can you give me tissues?” you asked Seokjin who was closest to the roll of tissues. He nodded and hurried to give you the roll. You ripped a few papers off and laid them underneath where the liquid would spill. Then you grabbed the cup and positioned it. At least a bit of coffee could be saved. With a wave of your hand the time flowed again around the items. The liquid splashed into the cup and next to it on the tissue paper. You picked the soak tissue up, nothing on the floor thanks to it. And handed them to Seokjin to throw them into the bin underneath the sink. “Not much coffee left in your cup, Mr. Kim”
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Living with Namjoon and Seokjin soon turned out to be, not as bad as you imagined. Seokjin cooked and bought the groceries. Namjoon helped with the numbers for the club, inventory and income. He was much better with numbers than you were. And so organized. If you ignored the mess he accidentally created. All in all, Seokjin and Namjoon were quiet charges. They didn't ask for any magical assistance and up until then they never used magic. Namjoon especially preferring to not use his magic.
The incident that made you realize they were still charges and in need of a white-lighter, was almost six months into living with them. Night had laid it's blanket across San Francisco and everyone was deep asleep – if they weren't running around San Fran, at night. And so had you been, deep asleep in your comfy bed. Until the jingling woke you up. Now white-lighter had a certain sound, that was to be associated with charges in need. If they were injured or in danger, the tingling sound would wake you up or alert you. Sure that both your charges were fast asleep and in their beds. You still got up to check. It would quiet down the ringing in your ears. And maybe calm down the uneasiness you were feeling.
You checked on Seokjin first, his bedroom was closest to yours. There was nothing wrong. He slept soundlessly in his bed. The rise and fall of his naked chest, the indicator for his deep sleep. You quietly picked up the blanket he'd kicked off and spread it over his starfish mimicking body. Then you left the room, closing the door softly, as to not wake him up. Namjoon's room was down the hall and the last before reaching the spiraling staircase. Open opening the door you didn't notice anything weird. The young man was on his side, clutching his pillow between his legs and arms. It was a cute picture. Until you noticed his shaking shoulders, the blanket pooling around his waist. The motion was followed by sobs and soon you realized he was having a bad nightmare. One of the worst, if your white-lighter sense had picked up on it.
Walking over to the bed you made sure to not make a sound. With Namjoon's powers and the instability they were in, you didn't want to get accidentally blown up. You moved into the space of the bed that was free. Right behind him and tucked in your legs against his bent ones. Your arms came up to wrap one around his torso and the other to hold his hand. It was a stretch but it was doable. Once you were in position you started to a hum a lullaby you'd heard once but couldn't remember where anymore. Your mother hadn't been the singing one, nor the really parenting one. Neither of your parents were. You felt Namjoon relax against you and his grip slowly loosen on the pillow. His one hand, curling it's fingers against your own. The ringing slowly dissipated and his relaxed breathing replaced it. Lulling you right back to sleep with him. The next morning would be awkward and filled with explanations, but for the moment both of you were blissfully in dreamland. A crisis averted.
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The next crisis took place almost a year after the incident with Namjoon. Not the last in a row of small mishaps of your charges and sometimes of yours. But nothing that couldn't be handled. The three of you were having brunch. Seeing as the weeks before Christmas had become hectic and neither of you had had really time to sleep in. Using the rare opportunity all of you had slept in and Seokjin had prepared a big brunch. Using some of the recipes he couldn't in his restaurants. Trying out some, he would liked to add to the menu at some point. You were mid chew of your toast. When Yongguk orbed into your kitchen, holding up a bleeding and barely breathing young boy. He couldn't have been much older than twenty? Maybe nineteen? You couldn't really tell. “What the everliving fuck?” Seokjin shot Namjoon a glare, for the curse word, but seemed in agreement with the allover statement.
“This is Taehyung and he needs you to heal him” he said and laid the young man down, with the help of Seokjin. Namjoon's lap in place of a pillow. “Oh shit... uhm okay...” you shook out your hands, hadn't healed in a very long time. The last time was actually, when you tried to save your dying puppy. Though dying was the wrong word for it, you had tried to bring him back from the death. As to not leave you behind. But no magic in the world could bring back the dead, as they were. You laid your hands slightly above the bleeding wound on his shoulder and watched golden light emit from your hands. The blood traveled back to the wound and the wound closed. The clothing healing around the wound and in the next second, the young man almost headbutted you. Sitting up with a gasp for air, as his wide eyes looked hectically from you to Seokjin, Namjoon and then Yongguk.
“This is Kim Taehyung and he's your third of seven charges”