Hocus Pocus pt. 2 || Seokjin x reader
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HocusPocus! au
a young virgin must protect a 300-year-old spell book for one night after resurrecting Salem`s infamous coven of witches with the help of an immortal cat, a seven year-old Wednesday Addams and an amateur good witch.
From the sudden quietness of the crowd, grows a huge roar of whistles and clapping--accepted graciously with cheeky grins and waves to the unsuspecting victims. In this sea, Seokjin spots the Madonna who told him not to have Yoonji out past 8:30 before she left out the house with her pirate husband.
Before he can run up to the center of the floor to warn everyone of the danger they’re actually in and save his own parents, a hand grips his shoulder.
You shake your head at him.
“We gotta go.” It`s blunt, short yet speaks a whole elaborate sentence.
No adult is really going to listen to a kid about the supernatural--just like he didn’t listen to his sister and got the whole town into his mess now...
They're on their own now. A band of skeletons begins to play backup for the song of their doom-- a jazz/rock number. It seems the sisters have rehearsed over and over in the fiery pits to pass the time as they waited ever so anxiously for their revival.
Just before you leave finally flee through the back door, they’ve slyly inserted a spell into the song. The party will not end until sunrise when the witches have been returned back to the ashes they became after the gallows. If, however, you can keep the book hidden.
“See what you did, Jin?” Yoonji is choking back tears, her face red with strife. She squeezes the cat tighter against er stomach.
“Our parents just got cursed to sing and dance until they died with a bunch of other sweaty old people in costumes. That's worse than hell!” she yells into the night. ‘Hell’ echoes to her ignorant brother’s ears just like the blood curdling cries that come from that lake of fire.
She rants and she raves, screaming and kicking at his knees, clawing at the cloak material.
“Yoonji, stop.” you pull her away from Seokjin. She pulls away from you, almost ripping one of her sleeves. “Stop.”
You turn her to look at you, someone who she's grown to greatly respect in a matter of hours.
“It’s my fault. I was the one who said we should come here. I thought being with a bunch of people would be better because it’d be impossible to single us all out in that crowd. But it only put your folks and everyone else there in danger. Don't be mad at Seokjin for this. This was all on me.”
"Don’t blame yourself,__.” Jimin assures. “One of them has an incredible sense of smell. We really can't hide anywhere for too long.”
“It doesn`t matter.” You object. “You called me to help you, not to hide. Blame me, Yoonji. I brought us out here.”
But the girl will not simmer in her anger. She whips a accusatory finger at her brother, eyes now red and puffy. “He’s the one who lit the candle! He’s the one who opened up the book in the first place.”
“Yoonji, I’m sorr-”
"No! You’re a stubborn, stupid, stupid virgin! You're only sorry because your actions had consequences!” she shrieks
Before you can try to calm her down, the back door swings open once more.
"Well, well, well.” a familiar voice squeals out with condescending delight.
The redheaded witch forwards towards the four of you, her sisters shadowing right behind. Yoonji is quick nestle herself behind you, gripping your sweater for her protection.
“Three young souls and that insolent cat. What a lovely combination!” ‘Lovely’ stretches as far as her two hideous buck teeth, perhaps the only ones connected on her upper set.
“I believe you have something of ours, young boy?” out stretching her hand, curling her long claws.
“Um.. Whitney.” her blonde sister cranes her head over the eldest’ shoulder. She was what you thought was probably the prettiest of the three despite her trashy rose eyeshadow and too-red rouge. In a different time, when she wasn't wicked and down right horrible and your age, you’d find it in your heart to pump differently for her directly that wasn't fear for her and her sisters.
“I believe that you are mistaken. That boy wears a cloak. The virgin who freed us and stole the book had a hat and-”
“You twit!” Whitney slaps her sister at the back of her head and makes her wince in pain. The black haired sister cowers back at the awful exchange. “This is the same boy!-” before she can fix her sister's gaze toward Jin, make her observe how his lips pucker naturally the same way, how wide his brown eyes are, you all are gone into the distance.
In the dim light of the street lamps, these trees look like they have eyes all on you, rushing away. It isn't too long before the coven is screaming after you, Yoonji, Jin, and the cat.
“Hold up!” Jin hollers. He halts to the trunk of a thick and tall oak, holding it for support as he pants.
“What now, Suckjin?”
“You three go ahead.”
“Are you out of your mind?” Jimin asks “Stopping right here, in the open is actually suicide!”
“No. I recognize this tree! We’re nearby the school. So I’ll lead them there, to the furnace and burn them. ”
“...And that is somehow better than just acting like a sitting duck?”
“Yeah.” he sighs. “I think sacrificing myself is the best choice for the group. All I’ve done is ruin your nights, bringing you into my own mess. The least I can do for you is be an expendable.”
There’s complete quiet. Underneath the light of the moon you all can see his eyes trail down from his Jordan's to the end of the tree root.
There’s complete quiet. Underneath the light of the moon you all can see his eyes flicker from his Jordan's to the end of the tree root.
“Okay. Well...bye!” Yoonji and Jimin start to run off again.
“Can y’all wait a second? Jesus.” they and murmur something of an apology like two kids caught for violating dinner etiquette.
You walk toward the tree. “Jin,” He lifts his head. And you toss him a little pouch of summon/repelling salt. “If they get close to you, take a pinch and throw it in their eyes."
He thanks you and looks closely as he can in this light at the little details of the small sack. An irregular stitch pattern across the makeshift draw string pocket, the string, some cut up tee shirt material close to the same the pouch itself is made from.
“Stay safe.”
And that, the virgin who lit the black flame candle is left alone. In the darkness in front of him, he hears wild laughter and screams coming closer and closer.
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A good thirty minutes later, you’re racing down the hallway of your empty school’s first floor. If Jin wasn't successful in defeating the witches alone, you’d have a fight to get into and your friend to help out. But you trusted him. Mans had an ability to at least act in defense.
Still, as you put one foot down on one step, the other three more down, you’re bracing yourself for whatever chaos you could come to see.
Seokjin is pressed against the wall, legs spread out as he tries catching his breath with sweat spilling down his forehead mixed with ash and soot. At the contraption behind him, there's a fire burning, making the whole room warming from the radiating heat. Inside, the coven is shrieking and screaming in bloody murder. Their flesh melting and charring while the flames nip at their dresses.
Upon hearing you come in with his sister and her new cat, he gives a big smile while his chest and shoulders still rise and fall.
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Screams can still be heard on the front lawn of the school while smoke rises into the sky.
Yoonji skips out the front door and runs around shouting “Victory!” at the top of her lungs.
Her brother is relieved that he’s finally defeated the witches. He has a very genuine sense of pride, shooting a grin up to the moon.
But had he watched the smoke recede back into the school, he’d know the relief off his back would be too soon.
A/N- this was supposed to be posted two whole days ago. :/ sorry about that. mostly bc it was a matter of posting than anything