He’d managed to slip a box into her bag before the end of class the day they worked together, nearing the end of their project. It had a phone and a case in it with a simple note;
You owe me no debt, just think of it as a gift and an apology. - Namjoon
He’d made sure that it was on a friday so they didn’t have class for a few days–just so she could think over whether to keep the thing or not. It wasn’t the most recent model of phone, but still quite fancy, in his mind. Better than the brick, but not for self-defense he supposed…
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It had been a long day. The project had finished fine in terms of them actually finishing the charm but the tension and fear had been trying for them both. She had jumped at every pop, crackle and odd sound readying herself for an attack should he absorb the magic. The moment the lesson had ended the witch had grabbed her bag, dropped off her papers and fled the classroom.
Hours and a long nap later as she cleaned her bag out she pulled out a box with a note on it. Opening it she read presented with a brand new phone, years nicer than the one she had previously lost.
She'd give it to him, he read indeed very persistent, and she did need a new phone. She would keep it.
