It Even Smells Like Magic |☆| Pt5
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[Genre]: Fantasy, Slice of life
[Word Count]: 1,683
[Rating]: PG-13 (Some cursing involved)
[Summary]: On your last day of your third year of college, you meet a wizard, who seems like he’s more trouble than he’s worth.
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About a week later, you and Wonwoo, equally sluggish individuals went downstairs to eat some food and watch some morning television. Your mother seemed to be at work again, leaving the two of you to your own devices. Bored out of your mind, you asked Wonwoo about his arm.
"Better," he says, taking it out of it's cast. "The bones are healed enough to the point where I can use it, at least."
"That's good.” You reply, getting up and walking over to the desk at the very back of the room.
Over the last few days, you decided that staying home with Wonwoo would be best while his arm was healing. Who knows what could happen if you weren’t careful?
Wonwoo wandered over, looking at you questionably. You turned the desktop on, immediately going to a gaming website. You picked out your favorite game, a first person shooter with colorful characters and a barely-there plot.
Wonwoo watched you play a few rounds, enamored with the game, it seemed.
He nods, and you give him your gaming headset, him sitting down in the seat.
"It might take a while for you to get it down pat, it took me a few days to get the hang of it, but you can-“
You looked over at the screen and saw that he already got three kills while you were talking.
"I guess I'm good at these." he says. You can see him smirk from the corner of your eye. Well, that wasn’t fair. It took you like, weeks to get the hang of the game! There was a sneaking feeling that maybe he'd already played this.
You watched Wonwoo for a while, yelling at him when you thought he was going to get killed, and him making little comments about how you’re too loud. You didn’t notice at the time, but Wonwoo seemed to be opening up. With everyday that passed, he would talk more, and banter with you more. The both of you got to know each other better, talking about your lives, and you even had the same taste in books. He was actually really goofy, and made you laugh on more than one occasion. You were afraid that you had developed a tiny crush on him, and it only got bigger the more the two of you spoke. You decided to hide it, so that it wouldn't get in the way of the real objective; Getting Wonwoo home.
You were getting a bit stiff, standing in the same position for a long time. You stretch a little, your bones cracking, relieving pressure. You see Wonwoo wince at the sound.
"Sorry about that," you say apologetically, "Still a rough spot for you?"
He nods, slowly. You cant really blame him, breaking your arm like that had to be at least a bit- if not a lot- traumatizing. You can still hear the sickening crack of his bones on the brick wall if you think about it too much. It only happened, what, a week ago? It seems like much more than that, but maybe you were just losing your sense of time. You got a call, taking you out of your train of thought.
"Joshua?" you answer. Wonwoo keeps playing, but you can tell by his now attentive posture that he's listening in.
“Hey.” He says, his voice kind of raw-sounding, “Do you want to have a sleepover tonight?”
“Sleepover?” aren’t we a little too old for those, Josh?”
“Maybe, but we haven't talked in a few days and I'm not sure if I trust that Wonwoo guy and you alone together.”
You snort. “Wonwoo? He's very harmless.”
“He may seem harmless, but you never know about men and their urges.”
You laugh even more.
“So your solution for protecting me from a man…is to bring another man?”
“Don’t worry about the specifics! Now can I come over or not?” Joshua acts.
“Yeah, you're always welcome here.”
“Good.” He says, sounding as if He’s accomplished something.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. You walk over, the phone still on your ear.
“Wow, are you already at the door?” you ask, opening it, “I didn’t think that you were this…protective…”
Your words disappear from your tongue. You’re unable to speak.
“Uh, you there?” Joshua asks.
There, at the door, is the fugitive. You literally feel as if you can’t breathe. You start to stammer uncontrollably.
“F-f-fu-fu-u-“
“What’s wrong?” Your phone speaker seems far away compared to the sound of your heartbeat.
The criminal smiles at you, ready to blow an energy beam right through your head. It sends a shiver down your spine.
What happens next seems as if It’s in slow motion.
Wonwoo rushes over, tackling you to the hardwood, making you drop your phone, before quickly getting up and leading you up the stairs. He goes to your room and locks the both of you in your bedroom.
He starts to pace, trying to think of a way the both of you can get out of this unscathed. Then, he gets it.
“Grab my hand.”
“W-w-wh-“
“Just do it.”
Your hand is slowly and shaking making it’s way to his, more scared of him then the guy trying to kill you right now. A bang on the door causes Wonwoo to grab onto you, pulling you into a tight embrace. You hear him chant in a language you don’t understand, her and over, scaring you even more. Before the door crashes open, you've disappeared.
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When you become solid again, you start to cry from the pure shock of it all. Air seems hard to find, and you have no control over your body at all. You don't know what's wrong with you. Wonwoo coaches you through all of it, refusing to let you go and letting you literally cry on his shoulder. You cry and cry and cry, and you don’t stop until you tire yourself out and fall asleep. Once you stop, Wonwoo looks around.
He seems to have transported both of you to his house. You're currently in his living room. He’s so glad that the spell worked and wasn’t altered by his nerves, cause god, was he scared. Over the week and a half he's known you, he had taken a liking to you, and considered you a friend. He didn’t want to lose what you had going to some criminal.
He looks down at you, at your tear-steaked resting face, the drags of dried liquid the only evidence any thing was even wrong. Your face is scarily calm when you sleep, a fact he learned days prior, when things were oh so more simple.
Wonwoo carries you to a guest bedroom down the hall, careful not to wake you. When he sets you down and tucks you in, your eyes slightly roll open.
“…Wonwoo…?”
“Yes?”
“I feel…sick-“
Uh oh. You throw up all over the floor, and your shirt. Probably a delayed reaction to the teleportation. Moving must have nauseated you. Wonwoo tried not to be too mad, considering the situation. He cleans it up, as well as your face, giving you some water afterwards. He takes the vomit covered shirt off of you, glad that you were wearing an undershirt, and gets you one of his clean sweatshirts. Soon, you’re out like a light once again.
Wonwoo walks into the kitchen, looking for a glass of water for himself. He looks out a window, and realizes that it's night. He forgot how the time is different in this world. Mingyu walks in, in nothing but shorts, holding a baseball bat of all things. “Well what was I supposed to do?” he asks in their native tounge, dropping the weapon, “It’s not like I can use my powers, I’ll destroy the house!”
“Shh!” Wonwoo shushes, putting his index finger over his lips.
“Why do I have to be quiet?” Mingyu whispers.
“Someone's sleeping in the other room.”
“Who? And what happened to you? All Seungcheol told us was that you had injured yourself and was staying with some girl for the time being. Also, wha-“ “We've been through some things, ok? Let’s just talk about it in the morning.”
Mingyu gives him a big hug, cutting him off.
“I missed you.”
Wonwoo hugs back, getting a little emotional.
“I missed you too.”
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When you don’t answer any of his yells, Joshua rushes over to your house. The door is wide open. He runs in and assesses the house. Nothing seems out of place. Slowly taking in the house, he relaxes, only if it's a little bit. It doesn’t seem like a break in.
He sees your phone on the floor near the couch. It's still on the ‘end call’ screen. This makes his heart almost drop out of his chest. He knew Wonwoo couldn’t be trusted! He probably kidnapped you or worse! He takes the device and looks around the house more. When he gets to your room, he finds the door knocked off it’s hinges.
He looks in and sees a mess of a room. Everything is everywhere, nothing is clean. He started to panic, filtering though the trash, in search of anything that might tell him what happened. Unfortunately, he can’t find a thing. That is, untill he catches a glimpse of something rectangular underneath the bed. He basically lunges for it, taking it in his arms and pressing it to his chest.
It was your journal, the only thing that really peaked into your soul. The thing that means the most to you more than anything in the world, and he has it. Joshua decides then and there he's going to protect it with his life. A wave of anger washes over him. He’s going to make Wonwoo sorry for taking you.
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~Amber
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