Magic Man
a starter for @rkhaechan
Dejun has made a habit of visiting his cousin’s mother every other week or so, which he understands is perhaps strange now that she’s not his aunt in the technical sense, but she seems fond of him, and is much closer to him than his actual parents are; in terms of distance. His parents are a much longer tube ride away, and sometimes Dejun wants to be fawned over without the commute. The woman was smart, too, and had a flair to her that made her genuinely entertaining company.
He’s confused though, when one day he steps in to find a familiar little brown face sitting at her table; the face belongs to one Haechan, whom Dejun has met before through his cousin.
He’s struggling to figure just what Haechan is doing here, though.
How many surrogate children did this lady have?
He exaggerates his surprise a little bit, handing the flowers he’d brought on a whim to the other boy with a smile.
“These are for you,” he decides, the declaration starting as a lie, and ending up true by the time he sets the bouquet before Haech on the table, “You know...that reading you gave me...” he says as he peels off his jacket, “I thought it was wrong, and that you were full of it, but recently it’s started coming true, it’s kinda scary.”
He drapes his coat over one of the dining chairs and sits down to give Haech a smile.
“You’re like a legit witch, or something, it’s cool...”